#mwm hot ones

[monstermau5]

Backlog art dump from Megamix!

Ca7 painting + a doodle that is now posted at a Five Guys, some of whatever the fuck is going on with Joji doodles + full illustration that I'm really proud of, and some Freakshow doodles. I think Steven Universe could fix him

[tourneyposting]

WR1 M13 - Hot Ones VS Detective Hat Kid

[blueengland]

joji ones

[x-for-a-y]

man i have so much appreciation for rcg but kid cobra did not at all deserve to go 0-2. the sheer quality i know would've come out of a skate punk takeover.... nintendo switch exclusives as a quality vgm source...

[michael-massa-micon]

Bishop Castle - June 2023 Jim Bishop bought the land this “castle” stands on when he was only twelve years old. He built a small stone cabin there in his early twenties. Someone told him it looked like he was building a castle… so he did. His family had run an ornamental iron business for generations. He continued to make his living creating ornamental iron and he used his skills to create this huge castle-like thing. No one is sure whether he ever intended to live in it, but he continued working on it for fifty years until his death. He had his own sawmill to cut the beams and he hauled stone from all over his land and elsewhere. Every stone was set in place by hand. People starting stopping by to see it, so he put up a donation box. He never charged an admission fee and even put it in his will that no admission should ever by charged. Kathy couldn’t go inside. In fact, if it weren’t for a bunch of Veterans for Veterans bikers, she wouldn’t have even make it up the hill to the courtyard. I am posting nine images of the castle. The dragon actually breathes fire (a burner from a hot air balloon), but it didn’t while we were there. MWM

[writer59january13]

I haint retracting casting myself, nor worming against being raffish ratfish

This subdued wordsmith

doth not rack his brains to coon fess appeal

toward one household pop starlet.

He blithely, nonchalantly, and willingly

add mitts audiological enjoyment, sans the lithe

hot feline Taylor Swift - I might be

the only baby boomer bummer mwm,

who admires this talented singer/songwriter,

yet owns NO (absolute zero)

aspirations beyond composing poems or prose toward divine dame.

A questionable attempt to stitch together –

analogous to knot sew swift a tailor,

this scribe sought to create a poem (crafted countless years ago)

from her then song titles spanning

the letter “A” to the letter “H.”

Despite never setting eyes

(AND MOST Definitely NOT PAWS),

this grateful dead corpse of a skeleton

(essentially lovely bare bones),

when alive I found one gal powerhouse,

(asper the title of this informal homage)

genuinely fashioned, entirely

dutifully composed, benevolently addressed

as an attraction among

the wonders of the

world wide web, confidently enduring,

gracefully immensely known,

mainly not overly prone to quibble

regarding her less outstanding

musical and lyrical confections.

This doggone muttering pooch

bow wows against

nattering nabobs of negativism

able, eager, ready, and willing

bugaboos countering, dispelling, excoriating...

courtesy unsustained denunciations

against latent natural born talents

of aforementioned musician,

whereby pulp magazines make mincemeat

hammering, nailing, and wrenching

storied accomplishments

never yanking off the top of list

of solo women musical artists

who sold the most number one albums.

Before the advent vis a vis

crafting this literary challenge

incorporating a poetic endeavor

predicated on prolific tunes

comprising audiophile of Taylor Swift,

(and thus a prescript interim), as iterated above,

a whim took hold to string

her partial song playlist

(quite substantial even up to

BUT NOT including the letter “I”).

This scribe dabbled, hocked, and limned

what evolved into a semi satisfactory effort,

to articulate, copacetic, enigmatic, generic,

ironic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic,

quixotic, scholastic, ultra democratic,

holistic yik yak paddy whack

give this bard a bon bon.

Adieu admit to elaborating, jovially,

and openly leave readers second guessing,

(what might easily be labeled,

misconstrued, and nullified as gobbledygook),

asper how mashup song titles

got figuratively slapped together

as a feebly note worthy attempt

to put down sew sew pontoon

swiftly tailored literary bridges

in an effort to connect a cumbersome,

fulsome, and irksome pseudo

straight forward itemized songs

sung by said seductive singular sylph..

Thee Mademoiselle found,

or made a place in the world for yourself

aching like a boy out in left field

pining to catch that high fly

there ain't nothing 'bout you,

(nor Brooks and Dunn) I can attest

even if hypothetically,

we spent eons at an all night diner,

where culinary staff knew thee all too well

and perhaps all you wanted

(shared with Michelle Branch)

perhaps positing the rhetorical question –

am I ready for love?

With an American boy

or a bosom best buddy

re: best friend forever with an American girl

if someone got cross, tis beneficial

(in this one republic) to apologize

regardless, whom ye choose as a confidante,

the following refrain plays in your mind

baby don't you break my heart slow

(at least according to Vonda Shepard)

memories no doubt arise,

when thee hapt to be a baby girl

thoughts unspool back to December

beautiful eyes peered

at a fractured reflection

before the love story

would begin again,

while ebbing, and flowing with my baby

recalling Bette Davis' eye

(taking visual delight

fantastic world tour live)

reminding self how better off

the choice made

tis much better than revenge

but umpteen times bother I will

asper boys and love

combustible mix – nonetheless

always reminding myself to breathe

deep, cuz being breathless

likened to a taste of death,

(I admit better than Ezra)

learning how to act points back

asper being brought up that way

lessons oft learned getting busted.

Oh...and by the way can I go with you?

Can you feel the love tonight?

Discern ache kin to sand castles crumbling?

Such granular, or solid state matter

doth forced to change

attested to by chaperone dads,

who dressed as Santa Claus invoked

that Christmas must be something more

especially, Christmases,

when you were mine

ah...closest to a cowboy

as “sigh” ever got

or tasting Gunstock rattlesnake pulverized,

yet countenance goose

(and found you under the care of Chet Atkins

at the make believe medical center)

shivered flesh against cold as you

though desiring thee to come back...he here

no doubt prone

to announce crazier requests asked

even crazier (as demonstrated

by flash mob generated

by Hannah Montana, one live wire)

if able to glean my sentiments...

cross my heart

aware as an adult feeling

the life source of daddy

or mommy, while hinting

with a stone temple piloted cold stare

double dare you to move

(or switchfoot), one to another

das feet – planted within

pitch dark blue Tennessee

dwelling with thoughts

of ma dear Digdan

or writing an imaginary letter

starting...”dear John”

ample melancholy maudlin material

to completely bind a diary of me

yes concert cavorting circumstances

avoidable, though didn't they

make chase like butterflies,

and don't they hate me for loving you?

So please don't tell me you want to,

when I don't want to anymore

argh, yet impossibly unshakable

the recurring thought don't you

act indiscriminately

as when down came the rain,

washed the spied her out

following suit (wet)

drenching yea...one drama queen

with chin amen along pearl

(jammed) harbor drive

(in conjunction with alan jackson)

presaging Jiving drops of Jupiter

(train chugging, clacking, clattering

railing gestalt of alien nation),

and all of a sudden like how odd though...

thinking about eighth grade graduate,

when lifetime seemed enchanted

now everything has changed

eyes open (“hunger games”)

maketh me – fall back on you

instant messaging you –

fall into me fearless,

though only fifteen

and how against pyrotechnics,

you find your way back home

on the fourth of July

perhaps led by a zeppelin sized firefly

ah, I ask myself who is the foolish one?

Me for you forever & always

(a platinum edition)

for girl at home

(donned in deluxe edition)

going bananas

in reference to Amazing Gracie

swaggering, and immune

to gunpowder & lead,

(whose leading lady Miranda Lambert)

whatsapp penned left her looking haunted

heartbreaker – (my words –

like the late Tom Petty)

about her, but unsure

if our thoughts aligned

anyway, here you go again (Dolly Parton)

a hero heroine

so...I clamor to yell out “hey soul sister”

and hey Stephen

along the boulevard of broken dreams,

this ribbon highway don't care

about trumpeting his lies

nor desecrating holy ground

honey baby, yes ye in the mom jeans,

I feel hopelessly devoted to you

(as didst Olivia Newton)

instinctively keen how to save a life

bobbing buoyantly amidst the fray.

[gildedneon]

Christmas in Paris

A Pete Davidson x Colson Baker x Reader fic

Christmas in Paris

Summary: It’s the holiday season and you decide to check out the hotel bar.  Too bad you never make it up there.  You have quite the run in in the hallway.  

Read on Ao3 (Future chapters will come)

Warnings: 18+, light choking, oral(male r), oral (female r), vaginal sex, cussing, threesome dynamics (mwm), Santa kink, unprotected sex, Eiffel tower, marijuana use.

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N:  This is not my best work, but I am proud.  It was a lot to take on.  My bestie, @skyebounded​, requested it after seeing the above gif.  I was up to the challenge and thought it would make a nice Christmas gift. I actually enjoyed myself through parts of this.  Other parts made me feel like I was going to burn in hell, but here we are.  I hope you enjoy.  Ho Ho Ho.

(Apologies for the late posting but it was lost in space until I figured out it was the tags so Merry Christmas)

The door clicks closed behind you, as you dig through your clutch, making sure you have your phone.  All squared away.  You teeter a bit in your stilettos as you walk across the plush carpet toward the elevators.  Damn why is this hotel so big.  These hallways are so long and you have to go around a million corners to get to the elevators.  This damn carpet kept catching on the soles of your shoes.  You haven’t even had a drink yet and you feel like you’re tipsy.  

Muffled sounds of two men talking meets your ears, as you approach yet another corner.  Rounding the corner, your shoe catches on the carpet yet again, throwing you stumbling into the opposing wall.  Somewhat gracefully, you use the wall to regain your balance as a man in a wine colored suit clumsily reaches out and grabs your shoulders.  Seemed a bit weird considering you didn’t actually fall and he doesn’t release his grip.  

“Oh Jesus! Are you okay?”  He asks you.  Avoiding eye contact, you clear your throat to thank him for his efforts.  

“Thanks but I think the wall had me covered.”  Your eyes are cast downward as you smooth your slinky cocktail dress, making sure everything is still in place.  For some reason his hands are still loosely on your shoulders.  

“My friend can’t help himself.  If he sees a pretty lady, he has to make an ass of himself.”  The sly comment comes from his companion, you follow his red velvet clad legs up to see none other than Machine Gun Kelly standing but five feet from you.  His whole suit is red velvet, save for the black dress shirt and silk lapels.

You are giving him the most cynical look.  The shock hadn’t worn off and you weren’t sure any of this was real.  Looking up, you see Pete Davidson towering over you.

“I feel like I didn’t make it that much worse… just awkward if anything.. Which isn’t saying much since I’m already pretty awkward…”  Pete’s face was scrunched up as he rambled, removing his hands.  

“Well in addition to being pretty awkward, you’re also pretty handsome so I guess it evens out.  Thank you for making sure I didn’t ricochet off the wall.”  Confidence surging through you with your words.  Correcting your posture, you slide your hand up his forearm to give it a light squeeze.  It’s not every day you run into two hot celebrities, might as well shoot your shot.

“You are most welcome.  I’m not sure about the whole handsome thing but I’ll take it.”  Pete smiles down at you, while Mr. Red Velvet casually watches you two with intent.

“Oh yeah?  What else will you take?”  Your eyebrows jump up suggestively, and you give his forearm another squeeze.  Bold is your middle name.  He stares down at you dumbfounded.

“You.  Back to the room.  If you’d like.”  MGK throws it out so casually, swooping in as wingman.  He begins to walk past the two of you, leading the way.

“Sure Santa.  I’m down.”  Your hand slips down to take Pete’s and you pull him behind you to follow his friend.  

“I’ll give you that one but it better be the last.”  Colson throws over his shoulder.

“I assure you that I cannot make that promise.”  You throw back playfully.

“Are you sure you want to hang out with us?  You look so nice, like you have somewhere to be!”  Pete says as he catches up to walk beside you, his stride shortening to match your pace.  You see the blonde shake his head at Pete’s words.

“I was heading up to the rooftop lounge.  My plans were to sit at the bar and hopefully find some sort of excitement, so really you’ve saved me an elevator ride.”  You grin up at him and he blushes and nods his head.

Arriving at their room, Pete holds the door for you to follow Colson inside.  The suite had a small kitchenette and seating area, a doorway leading off to the bedroom and bathroom you assumed.  At the far end of the room, a coffee table had what looked like weed and paraphernalia strewn about.

Colson strode across the unit, plopping down in an armchair and looking through what the table had to offer.   Settling on a pre-roll, he pulls out a lighter and lights it up, taking a pull.  His eyes trained on the two of you, following your hands to where they rested against Pete’s chest.  You had slowly backed him into the kitchen counter, unbuttoned his suit coat, and were letting your hands roam over the fabrics.  Pete was chattering along nervously.  You were only partly paying attention, smiling and giggling along with what he said.  The majority of your attention was taking note of the effect your touch had on his breathing, his heart rate, and the look in Colson’s eye as he watched.  Seemed like someone was a voyeur.  Pete’s attention was solely on you, his neck craned down to watch your reactions to his jokes, but you steal glances to the side, making knowing eye contact with the blonde.  Setting down the joint, Colson leans back in his chair, giving off an air of nonchalance.  Well let’s see if we can’t get him a bit more excited.

Bringing your attention back to Pete, you turn on the charm.  “Let’s play the ‘what if’ game…”

Your fingers lightly run up the buttons of his black dress shirt.  Music starts to thrum in the background.

“What’s the ‘What If’ game?  Is that like, what would you do if you woke up in a chick’s body?” He jokes.

“I suppose.”  You say with a laugh.  “But I was thinking more along the lines of… What if you hadn’t run into me in the hall.  What if I had made my way up to the lounge, found a seat at the bar, and you stopped through for a drink.  What if you had seen me across the bar, instead of watching me trip over myself in the hall?” You smile coyly.

“Oh like what would I do if I had to actually introduce myself?  If I hadn’t grabbed a complete stranger in a hallway under the guise of trying to help.  When you in fact did not need my help at all?”  He says with a half smile and you can't help but giggle.

“Oh if that's what it takes for you to put your hands on me, I’ll gladly fall again.”  You feign swooning, placing one hand on your exposed cleavage, and the other on your forehead.  His hands come up to press against your back, catching you as you begin to sway backwards, pulling you into him.  Bringing your hands against his chest again, you grab his shirt, closing the distance until you’re flush against his front.  His smile falters as he glances from your eyes to your lips and back, unsure.  Matching his movements, your own eyes glance at his lips and back to his gaze, before he closes the distance between you.  Your lips meet tentatively at first, your body and mouth pressed firmly against him.  The kiss grows hot as his lips push and slide against your own, tongues shyly swiping at each other.   You break away for air, tucking your face against his chest, catching your breath as you share another stoic yet heated gaze with the blonde across the room. You can feel Pete’s erection pressing into your hip so you shift your hips, applying a bit of friction and Pete’s head falls back against the cabinets with a sharp exhale.  His hands move across your back, digging into your skin ever so slightly. With that, you see the glint in Colson’s eye.  

Pressing up onto your tiptoes, rubbing your body against him, you whisper in his ear.  

“I think he likes to watch…”  At that, his head turns to look across the room.

“It must be a little lonely watching the two of us.  Me pressed against you.”  Punctuating that last bit with a slight grind of your hips.  “Let’s bring the show to him. Hmm?”  Pete’s jaw hangs slack.  He doesn’t respond, just maneuvers your body to lead the way as the two of you stride across the room.  

Pausing to look over the goods laid out on the coffee table, Pete continues on to the loveseat, across from the chair his friend is splayed out in, removing his jacket in the process.  You watch as Pete peruses the offerings before him.  Colson slides him a packed bowl and lighter.  

“Mind if I join you?  I don’t mind smoking but I prefer to avoid second hand high if possible.”  You say, making your way over to the blonde.  Colson pats his velvet clad thighs with his slender hands.  You settle onto his lap and fix him with a serious look.

“While I’m here… do you think it would be alright…”  You drag your words out as your hands run up his silk lapels. “If I… told you what I want for Christmas?”  Puffing your bottom lip out in a pout, he rolls his eyes, groaning, and pretends to push you off of him.  Clinging to him, you can’t help but laugh.  

“Sorry sorry… I couldn’t help myself.  I’ll behave.  I do want to be on the Nice list this year.”  You wink at him and burst into giggles.  He groans and looks over at Pete.

“Aw, such a shame.  I think the Santa vibes are sexy.”  You lean in closer to stage a whisper near his ear.  “I’ve sorta got this fantasy that I’m on the Naughty list but Santa changes that once I show him how I got on that list to begin with.”  Throwing a wink at Pete.  He chokes on the smoke he’s exhaling.  Laughter getting the better of him.  

“No no, I’m kinda into it now.  Tell him what you want for Christmas.  So when he comes down your chimney he’s properly prepared...respectfully.” Pete says, his hands gesture wildly, but come to rest on his knees as he leans forward.

You turn back to look at Colson, who’s trying to maintain disinterest but his eyes dance with intrigue.  “Okay,” He sighs, “what do you want for Christmas little girl?”  God you didn’t realize the effect those words would have on you.  That was some pussy clenching shit right there. With the way you’re settled on his thigh, you know he felt it too.  His blue eyes bore into you, and the hand on your knee climbs up a bit.  Trying not to get flustered from the intensity of your position, you clear your throat to prepare an answer.  

“I hear Paris is nice this time of year…”  The energy between the two of you is heavy.  His fingers slide higher up your thigh, goosebumps rising in their wake.  His breath fanning across your face, as the distance between you starts to close.  

“Oh yeah with the leaves and shit I bet it looks real nice.”  Pete says, completely missing your innuendo.  

Colson’s attention turns to his friend, incredulous.  “She meant like the Eiffel Tower.  And no not the actual Eiffel Tower.”   Lust in your eyes, you don’t look away from him the entire time he speaks.  His gaze returns to yours and the intensity pools desire in your core.  Your breathing is a little ragged, lips parted, as you wait in limbo.

“Oh.”  Pete laughs, “Oh shiiit.  Okay.  Word, I feel that.  Add that to my list too Santa.”

The two of you are still in a face off but your next words are aimed at Pete.

“What else is on your list?”

“Uhh, honestly whatever it is that you guys got goin on right now.  I’d like to see more of that while I finish the rest of this bowl.”  

Your eyebrows jump up, silently giving Colson the green light.  His hand slides up to ghost past the hem of your short dress.  When his thumb strokes along your inner thigh, your lips part in a moan.  It’s quickly cut off by his lips sealing themselves against yours.  Your fingers slide up to grab his hair.  His kiss was demanding.  Asserting himself as he explored your mouth, you let yourself be swept along for the ride.  Being held in this man’s large frame, was really doing things to you.  Your quick wit was dulled by the sudden desire rushing through your veins.  Lust clouded your thoughts. Instinct drove you now.  The hand in his hair gently scratched against his scalp and you were rewarded with a long languid stroke of his tongue.  You bring your other hand on top of the one on your thigh.  Leading it upwards until his fingertips dance across your panties.  

He breaks the kiss, pulling back enough to see your face as he begins to run his fingers along your sensitive skin.  Teasing your inner thigh and ghosting over your clothed folds, earning him a little sigh.  But you wanted more, and the way your brows started to knit together was all the signal he needed to slide his hand further still and swipe his thumb from your clothed entrance over your clit.  The dull stimulation is enough that a gasp falls from your mouth and your eyes flutter closed.  

He leans in, breath fanning the side of your face, as his thumb continues its movements.

“Now I see why you were on the naughty list.  Soaked already?”  His voice is a low rumble, for your ears only.  

Your eyes go wide at his words.  Turning your gaze to Pete to try and ground yourself, you see him laid back against the couch.  His long legs splayed open, the crotch of his pants betraying the beginning of his own arousal.  Now that you had your sights set on him, you wanted him.  In your mouth, specifically.  Turning back to the blonde stroking you like a guitar, you lean in for a sloppy kiss.  “There are plenty more reasons where that came from.  Sit back. Relax and I’ll show you…later.”

Gathering yourself, you leave him with those words and make your way to stand between Pete’s legs.  Pete stares up at you, wide eyed.  Excited.

Bringing your shin up to rest on the top of his thigh, you begin to run your hands over your body as you sway to the music, giving him a little lap dance.  

“Don’t think I forgot about you over here.”  You say as you start to slink your way up his body, running your hands over him.  Planting both feet firmly on the ground, you step back so that you can rock up onto your toes, and slide your body down his.  Making sure to rub your breasts against his forming erection.  After his jaw drops, you continue sliding down until you are kneeling on the floor.  Running your hands over his legs, you hover at the fly of his pants.

“Do you mind? I’d love to show you some of the reasons I’m so naughty.” You give off your sweetest smile after delivering that line.  

“Please.  I wouldn’t wanna hold ya back.  I would love to see these reasons.”  His voice is a bit rough as he says it.  The sound of it adds to your excitement.

So you undo his pants and pull out his hardening cock, as one does.  Even at half mast it was impressive and boy you were up to the task.  Wasting no time, you get to work right away swirling your tongue up and down his length.  Fitting him in your mouth was a struggle off the bat, so your hands twisted around him, aiding your efforts.  Bobbing up and down as he grows fully erect in your mouth.  Pulling off him a bit, you lavish the tip with your tongue. Stealing a glance up at his face, he’s enthralled at the sight before him.  Returning to your work, you take him down in one go, sending him all the way back to your throat.  If the throbbing between your legs was anything to go by, your patience was wearing thin.  After a few shallow bobs, you pull off of him entirely.  Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you look up at him and smile, “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

Nodding eagerly, he tucks himself away and offers his hand to help you stand as he rises to join you.  Turning over your shoulder, “You comin Santa?” To which he rolls his eyes and lifts himself out of the armchair.  Quickly, he's on you, hoisting you up and over his shoulder.

“Guess you’re my sack of toys”  Colson laughs, finally embracing this silly Santa role. Pete snorts at that, you roll your eyes.  You did start this, so it does seem fair.  Plus, being manhandled is doing things to ya.  

Colson plops you down into a chair.  His eyes never leave yours as he looms over you, working the buttons removing his suit coat.  Setting it to the side, his hands slide up your thighs and slip between them, spreading your legs wide.  The bottom of your dress bunches around your waist, black silk thong fully exposed. His hands grip your legs as leverages his way down to kneel before you.  Your eyes flicker up to where Pete is sitting, reclined at the edge of the bed across from you, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.  You flush, your gaze dropping to the man before you, as his hands run their way to the apex of your thighs.  

“Don’t look at me darlin, look at him.  In fact, don’t take your eyes off of him, got it?”  The authority behind his words sends a shiver up your spine.

You nod in understanding and stare back up at Pete.  The air between the two of you is charged with anticipation.  Your body is taught under Colson’s touch, as his hands grab your ass, pulling to angle you closer.  For a split second you almost look down, but your eyes flicker right back to Pete’s exposed chest.  Pale against the contrast of his tattoos and shirt.  Your nails dig into the chair as he swipes a thumb over the silk fabric of your thong.  Next thing you know he is kissing the inside of your thigh while pulling your panties to the side.  His fingers stroke your outer folds as he licks a flat tongued stripe from entrance to clit.  You strangle out a gasp as he works you with his mouth.  

Eyes roaming over Pete’s remaining clothing, you manage to get out a request.

“Take your clothes off for me.”

Pete’s eyes go wide for a second, but he begins to shimmy out of his pants.

Your thighs clench and writhe against the blonde.  

You feel two fingers circle around your entrance.  One of them finally dips inside, the second joining it seconds later. Your eyebrows pull up as you whine and clench around him. One of your hands tangles in Colson’s hair.  Fingers flexing against his scalp as his tongue presses along your folds.

Pete’s mouth falls open slightly as he watches your face with intent, shrugging his shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

His long fingers stroke you with a firm and steady pace.  A moment later, his mouth is sucking at  your clit.  

Your eyes close as you throw your head back with a gasp.  

“Ah ah, eyes on me”  Pete says in a husky voice.

Your eyes fly open at his command, meeting his with a desperate look.  The way the blonde was working you had you dangerously close to orgasm.  Based on the way you were whining and whimpering, you’d bet he knew.  Colson kept a steady pace.  Pete was stroking himself over his boxer briefs and you were fixated on his mouth and the way his breath was coming out in little huffs.  

Just as you’re getting close, Colson stops.  He pulls his fingers out of you and stands up.  You look up at him in shock, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

He smirks and offers you his free hand, the other is at his mouth, tasting you on his fingers.

You stand and start to fix your dress, but he shakes his head.

“Take your panties off.”

You reach down with your free hand and slide them down and step out of them.

He twirls you under his arm and starts to walk you over to where Pete is at the end of the bed.

He stops you a foot or so short, his free hand grabbing your hip and pulling you back to grind into him.  His breath is hot on your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “Lean over.”

You lean forward and grasp the top of Pete’s thighs awkwardly, arms fully extended, supporting you.  The hand at your hip releases its grip and you feel the man kneel down behind you.  Pete’s hand comes up to lightly grab your chin before pulling you toward him in a kiss.  Colson’s fingers slip inside you and his mouth is on you again.  Breaking the kiss, you look down and see the back of his blonde head between your legs.  He had spun around under you for the perfect angle.  Go Sexy Santa.  Quickly finding his pace, your orgasm was approaching at a rapid pace.  Clutching at Pete, your moans and whines are caught in between the open mouth kisses you share.  As your nose presses into his cheek, your orgasm coils up and crashes over you like a wave.  Gasping out your cries against his face, Pete cradles your head.

You tremble in the aftermath.  Catching your breath.  You feel Colson standing behind you again.  His hand reaches around and raises you by your chest, so that you are standing upright.  

“I bet that was a beautiful show you put on.  A shame I wasn’t able to see it but I’ll catch the encore.”  His hands run up your arms to massage your shoulders.  Then he unzips your dress, pushes the straps off your shoulder, and slides it down to pool at your feet.  

Completely naked, save for your strappy stilettos.

“You ready to have some fun with my boy Pete?”

Nodding your head, you smile at the brunette in front of you.  You eye his straining boxer’s with intent and he gets the message, quickly removing them.  Your pussy throbs at the sight of his cock.  So eager to ride it, to have it inside you.  Colsons left hand is around the side of your neck, squeezing gently, as he continues to whisper in your ear.

“Be a good girl for him and Santa will give you a present later.”

It should make you laugh, but the way his voice dripped with lust made you gulp and nod your head.  Releasing his hold on you, he smacks your ass as he retreats back to the chair.

Advancing forward, you lean in for a quick kiss with Pete.  Breaking away you whisper for him to move back onto the bed.  He scoots up until he is reclining against the pillows at the headboard.

Straddling him, you reach down and grab his cock, running the head through your folds until you are able to sink down onto him.  Both of you groan.  The delicious way he stretches you open, sends a warm fuzzy haze washing over your entire body.  You begin to move and the next few strokes send you right back into that haze.  Completely caught up in the stretch of him, in the way his brown eyes rove over your face, your body.  Entirely forgetting you have an audience.  Hands braced against his chest, your nails dig slight scratches.  Pete’s hands come around to grab your ass, lifting you up and down.  Assisting your intoxicated body to chase your pleasure.  The pull and push of him dragging inside of you, has you gasping into his kiss.  All too soon the spell is broken.

“Turn around.”  Colson commands.

Reluctantly, you break away from Pete.  Spinning around on his lap, your position is reversed.  Facing the blonde, you line Pete’s cock up with your entrance, your eyes fall closed when he enters you again.  

“Eyes open… that’s a good girl.”

Once again, you are caught in the heat of Colson’s gaze.  

Hands braced on Pete’s thighs, you begin to ride him.  As you rise and fall, you watch the man in the chair pull his cock out of his pants and start to stroke himself.  It looks just as delicious in its own right.  His slender fingers wrapped around it, squeezing, pumping himself in time to you riding Pete’s cock.

“I bet you want this in your mouth don’t you?  One cock isn’t enough?  You want to have both of us filling you up.  Oh Naughty list for sure…”

Colson stands, shedding the rest of his clothes before walking over to the edge of the bed.  

You crawl over to him, “Don’t forget about the Eiffel Tower” you say as a reminder to Pete.  

You’re on all fours by the edge of the bed.  Colson guides himself into your awaiting mouth.  As you’re working him with your tongue you feel Pete behind you.  The sensation of being stretched open by both of them.  You moan around the cock in your mouth. There’s a sound like the slapping of hands.  Eiffel Tower accomplished.  

Pete holds your hips in a tight grip, with the force of his thrusts bobbing you up and down on Colson’s cock.  You stay like this for a while, surrendering to the pleasure of both men.  The room is full of the sounds of bodies against bodies, their moans surrounding you.

Colson pulls himself from your mouth, “I think you just made the Nice list.”

He winks at you.  Pete pauses his thrusting, seated deep inside you.  Colson slides into his boxers and heads into the other room, throwing over his shoulder, “Give her a present Pete, she deserves it.”

Pete pulls out and flips you on your back.  Braced above you, he grabs one of your legs, hooking it in the crook of his arm as he slides into you.  The new angle feels fucking amazing.  Pete is hitting all the right spots inside of you.  As your orgasm approaches, your cries increase with need.  Reaching down with his free hand, his fingers play a consistent rhythm against your clit.  He can feel the way you are clenching down on him, writhing under his touch.  

“Does that feel good baby?” His words tip you over the edge.  The tight coil inside of you snaps with your release.  Fluttering around his cock, your fingernails digging into his skin.  His words are almost drowned out by your own cries.  But you hear him grunt out the words.

“God, you feel so good.  You feel so good baby, I’m gonna cum.”

And at that he is pulling out of you, shooting thick streaks across your stomach.  Staring at each other, completely dazed and out of breath.  Pete wanders off into the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth, cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach.  

“I’m gonna go get a drink.  Do you want anything?”  Pete asks you, as he puts his boxer’s back on.

“Send Santa back here.” Mostly recovered from your orgasm and ready for more.  Having not had your fill of the blonde just yet.  Being filled by him and having your fill are not the same things.  You want him to grab you by the neck and fuck you senseless and you have a feeling he would not dissapoint.  You kick off your shoes, letting your cramped feet breathe.  

Striding into the room, Colson wraps a hand around your neck, pulling you into a dominating kiss.  Lifting you, he throws you up the bed, against the pillows.  Grabbing a pillow and siding it under your lower back, he runs the head of his cock through your folds.  Teasing your entrance pressing in just enough to have you squirming.  

“After all of that.  Look at this tight little pussy.”  He groans out the words as he begins to tease you by entering you one inch at a time, and then pulling out.  Fucking you with the head of his cock.  His icy eyes cast down, watching himself enter you, lips parting under his heavy breath.

“Please.  Pease just fuck me already.”  You whimper the words.  Begging him to end this torturous game.

“Well… Since you asked so nicely.”  His words barely register because he’s finally giving you his full length.  Each glorious inch, a gift.  Sparks shoot through your heavy limbs.  His hand wraps around the base of your neck again, squeezing in a firm hold, as his hips set a brutal pace.

He fucks you like this.  Stroking your clit and telling you “Santa’s putting you on the Nice list this year”.

Completely lost in the feel of him, your orgasm sneaks up on you like a swelling wave.  Crashing around you with blinding light behind your eyes.  White hot shockwaves rock your body as you clamp down around him and cry out.  Lost in your blissed out state, his own release takes you by surprise as it lands hot across your chest.

Laying there, eyes closed, as you slowly come back to reality, you feel a wet cloth cleaning you up for the second time that night.  

Feeling more grounded, you open your eyes and see Colson looking back at you.

“What can I get you? Water or a t-shirt?”  He asks.  How considerate.  A one night stand that actually cares.  

“I could go for a glass of water, but only if it comes with Pete.”  You smile as he nods his head and pulls the blankets from under you, laying them to cover you.

A few minutes later, you hear footsteps coming across the room.  A tattooed hand places a glass of water on your bedside table.  The bed sinks under his weight, as he sits beside you.

“All tuckered out?  Makes sense.  You did great work tonight.”  Pete says chuckling, as he offers you the water, encouraging you to drink.

His phrasing makes you laugh.  “Thanks.  I’d say it was a group effort though.”  It was your turn to make him laugh.  

“You’re welcome to spend the night.  If you’d like I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”  He started rambling, so you cut him off.

“I’d like that, but only if you get your ass in this bed and cuddle.”  He responds to your request right away, sliding into bed behind you.  His long arms holding you close against his chest.  His lips pepper little kisses along your neck.

And that’s how you fell asleep, naked and mostly hydrated, in the arms of Pete Davidson.

[satoshi-mochida]

Oxenfree II: Lost Signals will launch for PlayStation 5 and PlayStation 4 alongside its previously announced Switch and PC (Steam) versions in 2022, publisher MWM Interactive and developer Night School Studio announced.

“Launching Oxenfree II on PlayStation is a perfect fit,” said Night School Studio co-founder and studio director Sean Krankel in a press release. “Now even more players can explore the beautifully weird and eerie world our team is creating. With Oxenfree II: Lost Signals, we want players to carve out their own story in a frightening new location. We are crafting an adventure that builds on the mind-bending, choice-based storytelling of the original while introducing a new cast and series of dangerous mysteries for players to unravel.”

Get the latest details below, via Night School Studio co-founder and lead writer Adam Hines on PlayStation Blog.

[Possible spoilers for Oxenfree below]

Previously On Oxenfree

In Oxenfree (2016), a high schooler named Alex, her stepbrother Jonas and a few of their friends unwittingly discover that Camena’s town legend is actually real. Planning to celebrate the school year’s end with an overnight stay on Edwards Island — once a military base, now a tourist hot spot—they accidentally “tune” into a ghostly signal, opening a dimensional rift between time. The rift allows a horde of vengeful ghosts to come into our reality, who hope to take the teenagers’ lives as their own. Stuck offshore with no ability to contact anyone for help, Alex is forced to fend off the ghosts, reveal the true history of the mysterious island, and come to terms with her own guilt over the death of her brother, Michael, a year earlier. Happy ending, right?

BUT! It turns out, there’s more to the story…

Who is Riley?

In Oxenfree II: Lost Signals, you play as Riley Poverly. If you’ve watched our teaser trailer, she’s the one with the flashlight, running around in that snazzy yellow vest.

In Oxenfree, our characters were just finishing high school, and entering that period of time in their lives when they get to decide who they really want to be. Riley had that moment long ago, and is now grappling with the repercussions of post-adolescence. Were the choices she made the right ones for her? Is she who she really wants to be?

Born and raised in Camena to a veteran father and an absent mother, Riley moved away at the first opportunity, bouncing around between cities and jobs in an attempt to conjure up some direction in her life. Now, a recent change has pushed her to return to her old hometown, to take an entry-level job as an environmental researcher.

Mysteries of Camena

You see, the last couple of months have been odd ones for Camena. Unnaturally occurring electromagnetic waves have been interfering with the electrical and radio equipment around the small coastal town. TVs have been turning on and off. Planes have lost radar. Stations can’t transmit their signals through static. A research group from a nearby college has been contracted to study the phenomena and to trace the source of whatever’s causing the interference. Riley’s job, as a new, freshly hired research assistant — is to do the grunt work: plant radio transmitters in prescribed areas and report back the data those transmitters collect. Easy!

Until… well… things start going… weird.

Stay Tuned

In Oxenfree II, you’ll use much of the same tools as the original Oxenfree, a narrative game revolving around a robust conversation system and a radio that tunes into supernatural signals.

I wish I could get into more of the game’s story, characters and villains and what happens if you go into the old mining town, Garland, and I want to show you all the weird time travel stuff and what Time Tears are but the rest of the team is dragging me away from the keyboard now.

Watch the teaser trailer below.

[7wanderingpaws]

⭐️⭐️ Since you're doing this i wanted to know a directors cut about "Quit your life" and "mess we made" my 2 fav stories 😍💕

Oh my dear!! ❤️❤️ these two!!! This will be long again, because I can never shut up about MWM and QYL!

Director’s Cut: Mess We Made

This will have several parts because…because.

You looked back, making out Baekhyun's features through tears. “Let go,” you snapped, trying to shake him off.

“Where are you going this late?!”

“Anywhere is better than here with you! I cannot stay with you, Baekhyun!” you shouted, finally yanking him off harshly enough so his hand slipped.

You slammed the door shut and Baekyhun was met with silence. Throwing a single, helpless gaze at his friend was enough for Chanyeol to nod and move. “I'll go after her,” he reassured Baekhyun who seemed to be on the verge of mental breakdown.

Baekhyun just nodded, watching Chanyeol leave and hoping you wouldn't actually break up with him.

This part = two things. First is obvious: characters are fighting which was quite rare up until this point. It’s a huge fight, because they both know the separation is coming. I loved writing this; passionate argument in which both of them are right, though Baek more than OC. We can, time and time again, see OCs selfishness, her wanting Baek just for herself, her wanting him to be next to her even if she would be married to another man, tying Baek down. Totally unfair, and Baek speaking up about this fact makes OC even angrier. I love it, they love each other. Sparks fly, and the line between love and hate is thin. Thankfully, it never came to hatred.

Second thing is sth no one ever talked about. It’s so minuscule but I think it’s so cool and important. Chanyeol is a great friend. A simple look from Baek and Chanyeol knew what he had to do to help out his friend. Even if it meant chasing the “princess” girlfriend he secretly didn’t like much because the relationship was ruining Baekhyun. We all need that one friend I think. Also, Baek cares about OC so much, he wouldn’t want her to leave the house in such a state, even though they just had one of the biggest fights ever.

“Mr Kwon, please meet my daughter,” she introduced you before continuing, “and this is Mr Kwon Minheob, your fiancée. Greet him properly!” she ordered but you didn't even process what she said.

Standing frozen, your arms were about to let go of the bouquet you just received were it not for Baekhyun who was fast enough to get the flowers out of your grasp. “Oh, that's great news! I'll take these for you!” he exclaimed with a smile and you looked at him with pure horror in your eyes. “Congrats by the way! I will miss you as my classmate!” he added and quickly bowed to your parents. “I'll see you around someday!” And with that, he turned and left.

In that instance, many things were swirling around in your brain - complete, utter shock, overwhelm, fear, heartbreak. What did Baekhyun just do? Why did he say that? And where was he going-

This this this 😭 Baekhyun who loves OC so much- literally bailed when he found out his girlfriend whom he loved so much was meeting her future husband. He understood the situation; he could always read OC’s family better than OC herself. He was always prepared, he would do anything that would help preventing issues/trouble/punishment for his girlfriend. Baek is quite out of this world kind of boyfriend in this story. And this scene right here spoke volumes about him.

Director’s cut: Quit Your Life

”Choose your fighter, hot cheeks.”

You were in a run down warehouse, cautiously walking in between empty cages. Huge, emptily cages. Cages for humans.

“Don’t worry,” said Suho, the boss, as he was casually leading you around, his hair combed back, revealing a handsome forehead. You figured he must be rich. “This isn’t some sort of dungeon for torture, nor psychos. Although, I have to say the one we are looking for is closest to being one,” he snickered, his small nose wrinkling with the action.

Well, that made you... not happy at all. Spending time with someone borderline crazy was not what you needed when you were already facing danger in your mundane life.

“So he won’t like, throw me in the pit and bury me alive right?” You tried to joke expecting Suho to follow you, but he gave you a side look.

“I’m not here to guarantee something that is out of my control. If he deems it correct, you might as well expect to sniff the daffodils from under.”

“You are charming.”

“It’s also called honest.”

I love Suho’s character in this story. Sadly he appeared only for that one scene but I loved it!!! While writing him, I really felt that impact he has on the OC as well as the shifting authority towards Baekhyun when he tried to tell him to stop his antics. I tried to portray the real life Suho in a way - after all, Baekhyun drives him crazy all the time 😃 and! The Suho in this story was purely based off of the vibes I got from him in Obsession MV. Just loved this entire scene!

“Baek, meet your new salary.”

“I have a name,” you reminded and tried not to flinch when said Baek suddenly stood up, his movements sharp, collected. Very smooth. He made a few steps towards the bars of the cage, his lips stretching only on one side of his face, giving him exactly the nickname he wasn’t supposed to have. A psycho.

“Who is this salary? Put a name to the number.”

“I hope if I say a lot it shows just enough for you,” you replied, not avoiding eye contact that he had yet to reciprocate.

“You’ll have one job only,” interrupted Suho, pushing his hands in the pockets of his expensive dress pants. “Protect her at all costs.”

Baek looked up at you and, for the first time, your eyes actually met. It was then that you spotted his aura, the dark, lethal shade of red sending chills down your spine, giving you a hard time not to physically shudder. If his whole persona didn’t already confirm it to you, it sure as hell did now.

“Hmm, seems like we have a connection, my lady.”

This part is super confusing. We don’t know whether Baekhyun can actually feel the soulmate aura. In this scene he casually mentions the connection 2x. Later on he will bring it up again. There could be a possibility Baek could see other peoples auras too. It was never confirmed but this gives a hint; it only enhances his mysterious, hidden character. Either way I loved him in this scene; wicked, funny, playful, a little flirty and smooth. I don’t think there is a part of Quit Your Life that I didn’t love writing. If anything, I regret not writing more!

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[marriedmormon]

My Bio

So a little bit about me. Yes I am Married and no she does not know about it. I am a MWM 40 (2018) 6 Ft 195 lbs In shape. Typical Utah upbringing. Baptized at the age of 8. Mission at 19. Married 18 months after mission (non temple marriage). I have had a weakness for the flesh since puberty. Many times pre-mission I would break the Law of Chastity but never had full blown intercourse. I had my number of girls I fingered, felt up, and even had a few BJ’s before my mission. Even on my mission I fingered a girl and played around a little bit. After my mission, I met back up with this girl who I felt up many times and we started back where we left off. It took 5 months for us to get the courage to have sex but once we did the floodgates were opened. Eventually we fucked our way into marriage. Well as most marriages end up it really went sexless. For a while it was a nuisance, then it became a joke. 

I have had several affairs of various levels from just digital affairs, to texting affairs, kissing affairs, touching affairs, oral affairs, to full on fucking affairs. The women range from the age 19-46. And let me tell you, while the young ones are hot and fun, they always think I am going to leave my wife for them, or they fall in love with me. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop with the younger women, I just am more careful.

MY MOST FAVORITE type of affair is a married woman who is just as naughty as me. I have a thing for bad girls, ESPECIALLY BAD MORMONS. I don’t know what it is but there is something about a hot Mormon girl with a naughty side.

 While I am always looking for a new bad girl, naughty Mormon wives are not as easy to come by. Seriously almost a unicorn. While I have found them (a few found me), they definitely always have my attention. Needless to say this is sort of my sexual journal. I have never had a encounter with a woman that I met online. All the girls I know, or were introduced to in person. All of the stories are true and unless otherwise posted, all the pics will be mine. Here are my rules for following me:

I WILL NOT POST ANY OF MY WIFE I DO NOT SWAP PICS I AM NOT INTO DUDES (NO GAY/BI STUFF)

[monstermau5]

so does anyone else harbor the insane crack theory that Frank continues to exist as a living sentient memory because he was the one off-key'd, and despite his eventual recovery, Frank is a character literally built off negative vibes (same as the off-keys) and so the corruption stuck around as a manifestion of Frank even once Joji stopped Being Him and started repressing the whole scenario.

or is that just me. am I the only one that thinks that

[tourneyposting]

LR1 M7 - Hot Ones VS Playing With Power!

[autostuffdiagmart]

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[michael-massa-micon]

Daytime Moon - February 2024 I really, really wanted to get this image of a daytime moon in the same frame as that stars and stripes hot air balloon, but that was not to be. They were both in the sky at the same time, but the angle between them was just too great. So I had to settle for two very good images rather than one astounding one. MWM

[steaktalk]

Hey lady. 30/yr old, just got married. Love my husband so so much. But I can't help but having major crush on one of our really cool friends. I would never act on this, but how do I get the thoughts/dreams/ fantasies to stop?? Is this just a self control issue? Do I ride it out? Or do we all get really drunk and propose a threesome if said parties are down? Please help.

you have some problems:

1: introducing the thought of a threesome should not be done drunk

2: to a new marriage, it should be done when everyone is thinking in a level headed way and you can be prepared for him to agree to wmw and not mwm. I suggest asking him what his fantasies are and then saying some of yours. I also suggest you dont lead off with “i wanna fuck our hot friend” and maybe have a secondary fantasy to lighten the blow.

When you say threesome your partner first hears “im not good enough”, and they might hear this later in their heads repeatedly even after the deed is done and it could do long term damage to the trust you have with each other.

3: when asking a friend, you run the risk of losing the friendship for both you and your spouse. out of jealousy, out of anger and hurt, and on the friend’s side out of being uncomfortable.

it’s not uncommon to find someone attractive but it’s up to your bond with your partner how far that will go. Playing by the rule book? keep it in your head and in your pants. If you both are risk takers (READ ABOVE RISKS), dip your toe into the water of discussion. Either way, it starts with a sober conversation focused on your partners comfort-ability and not your wants and needs.

[writer59january13]

Glory to thermodynamics

Thrum of the central heater...

manually activated upon advent of twilight

(since yours truly not resident within "smart home"),

nevertheless warm cockles and muscles

appreciate basking, and luxuriating,

within climate controlled environment,

whether bone chilling deep freeze of winter

sets indentured jaws chattering

or contrarily when sweltering

hazy, humid and hot

dawg days of summer

necessitates setting air conditioner

at refreshing sixty degrees fahrenheit.

I could never survive alone in the wilderness

which dependence on creature comforts

inured me since birth,

but all the more power to people

(such as Dick Proenneke

pronounced pren-icky)

who live off the grid,

and minimize their carbon footprint.

Truth be told, a non impactful lifestyle

tantalizes, teases, titillates...

yours truly, a garden variety generic human

dependent on consonant contrivances

and conveniences conditioned

courtesy capitalistic consumeristic credo

decrying his dependence

upon flow of electrons,

whereby flip of switch

instantaneously allows, enables,

and provides electricity

with absolute zero ability

to stave off blackout

attributed to sudden disruption

regarding power outage

linkedin with severe

kickstarted meteorological phenomena

or terroristic machinations

(possibly even homegrown unrest)

signaling the end

of the webbed wide world

reducing to rubble

(think being bombed back into stone age)

annihilating trappings

of twenty first century civilization

forcing survivors to learn basic skills

cooperation, integration, and utilitarian virtues

altruistic, democratic, humanistic,

mechanistic, and socratic zest

begotten, distilled, and forged

nsync with opposable thumb.

Angst crimps existence

generating dystopian thoughts

despite countless factorial permutations

and combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms

boot Grinchian genes snatched such balms

when tethered in utero umbilical connection,

etched bromide, which hankering calms

embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks

constantly subjected to exams

from the school of hard knocks

which I bewail sets back and gloms

mine aim to revel in blissful contentment

but circumstances decrees otherwise

cursing this chap tubby haunted

by veritable elfin grotto dwelling phantoms

hovering over sweet clover dials a mirage

yes...Iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys

that spans the world wide web, and exude

premature ejaculatory ecstasy, puzzled if fie

totally tubular trod a tedious trek

along the boulevard of broken dreams

what happenstance oft finds thyself to flail

amidst difficulty to maximize

optimal opportunities searching for Holy Grail

or whatever constitutes such lofty

personal objective, perchance being hale

and hearty of body, mind and spirit

spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate

while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial

vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud

of dust, though mindfulness helps

to pass go, and chance avoid jail

time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered

to this toothless mwm (with gumption) quasi-vegetarian

enjoying poetry stone soup, yet also subsisting

on supplementary vitamin packed glue tin free

NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male

thirty nine years shy sans bing a centenarian,

which span of life best cut short with a nail

(possibly nine inches) hammered into

faux coffin, cuz this imp doth turn pale

at the prospect to fill up a space of land

best utilized by birds - such as quail

mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw

one), where cremated ashes sail

across some verdant plain under

cerulean skies putting to rest every travail

which thoughts of dem eyes spells

the main impetus explaining this rambling spiel

warp and woof ova gauzy veil

imperceptibly looms closer upon

turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale

and thus desperation finds pleading for salvation.