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Y’ALL I SAW DUNES IN DETROIT LAST NIGHT

met a lot of really cool people in the crowd too, if any of y’all were there <3

also omgggg PINKSHIFT OMGGGGGGGG they were so so so fucking good

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[mjlegacy]

40 Years Ago, the events of a famous detention took place…

[travsd]

For St. Andrew's Day: Celebrating Glasgow's Britannia Panopticon Music Hall

For Scotland’s National Day we celebrate a Glasgow venue that many claim is the oldest music hall in Great Britain, The Britannia Music Hall (also known in later years as The Panopticon or The Britannia Panopticon). It opened on Christmas Day, 1859. Others may dispute the distinction. As with all such claims, you can fudge it with various criterion because it comes down to what your definition of…

[benniclark]

Pinkshift was lit. Dunes fucks. Uhh.... this happened ⤵️

I didn't get a ton of pictures because I was trying to protect my poster and my life in the pit. The floor was slippery, but the vibes were good.

[lindaseccaspina]

The Library that took 85 Years - Dalhousie Library - 1st Library in Eastern Ontario

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Sat, Jun 3, 1939 Some time ago we referred to the inadequate recognition of this historic spot (once known as St. Andrew’s’ Hall) to the unsatisfactory condition of the Dalhousie Library-one of the oldest in Upper Canada–whose books are still housed in the original cupboards or bookcases as sound in construction as when fashioned out of clear pine by…

[irisslove]

Odette - 3-Star Michelin and Asia's Best Restaurant

[ultradannyboyblog]

A Thrilling Surprise From My Buddy Dane

I am excited to learn a thrilling surprise from my buddy, Dane Warren, who I wrote about in my You Gave Me One Reason To Continue story. Dane performed at the White Rock Sea Festival to a huge audience. We had front row seats beside Mandy Rushton, a talented singer and his longtime partner. Also at that performance was Bianca Salazar and Rocky Anderson, actor/friends who were also in Tony ‘n…

[detroitography]

Map: Detroit's Most Essential Music Venues

Apple Music and Apple Maps made an effort to create a city guide with Detroit’s Most Essential Music Venues. While they captured many great spots with St. Andrew’s Hall, Marble Bar, Baker’s Keyboard Lounge, and many in Detroit’s entertainment district – there are many missing notable spots. I would suggest they need to add the Garden Theater, Chene Park/Aretha Franklin Amphitheater, Old Miami,…

[macrolit]

The 100 Best Books of the 21st Century.

As voted on by 503 novelists, nonfiction writers, poets, critics and other book lovers — with a little help from the staff of The New York Times Book Review.

NYT Article.

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Q: How many of the 100 have you read? Q: Which ones did you love/hate? Q: What's missing?

Here's the full list.

100. Tree of Smoke, Denis Johnson 99. How to Be Both, Ali Smith 98. Bel Canto, Ann Patchett 97. Men We Reaped, Jesmyn Ward 96. Wayward Lives, Beautiful Experiments, Saidiya Hartman 95. Bring Up the Bodies, Hilary Mantel 94. On Beauty, Zadie Smith 93. Station Eleven, Emily St. John Mandel 92. The Days of Abandonment, Elena Ferrante 91. The Human Stain, Philip Roth 90. The Sympathizer, Viet Thanh Nguyen 89. The Return, Hisham Matar 88. The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis 87. Detransition, Baby, Torrey Peters 86. Frederick Douglass, David W. Blight 85. Pastoralia, George Saunders 84. The Emperor of All Maladies, Siddhartha Mukherjee 83. When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamin Labutat 82. Hurricane Season, Fernanda Melchor 81. Pulphead, John Jeremiah Sullivan 80. The Story of the Lost Child, Elena Ferrante 79. A Manual for Cleaning Women, Lucia Berlin 78. Septology, Jon Fosse 77. An American Marriage, Tayari Jones 76. Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, Gabrielle Zevin 75. Exit West, Mohsin Hamid 74. Olive Kitteridge, Elizabeth Strout 73. The Passage of Power, Robert Caro 72. Secondhand Time, Svetlana Alexievich 71. The Copenhagen Trilogy, Tove Ditlevsen 70. All Aunt Hagar's Children, Edward P. Jones 69. The New Jim Crow, Michelle Alexander 68. The Friend, Sigrid Nunez 67. Far From the Tree, Andrew Solomon 66. We the Animals, Justin Torres 65. The Plot Against America, Philip Roth 64. The Great Believers, Rebecca Makkai 63. Veronica, Mary Gaitskill 62. 10:04, Ben Lerner 61. Demon Copperhead, Barbara Kingsolver 60. Heavy, Kiese Laymon 59. Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides 58. Stay True, Hua Hsu 57. Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich 56. The Flamethrowers, Rachel Kushner 55. The Looming Tower, Lawrence Wright 54. Tenth of December, George Saunders 53. Runaway, Alice Munro 52. Train Dreams, Denis Johnson 51. Life After Life, Kate Atkinson 50. Trust, Hernan Diaz 49. The Vegetarian, Han Kang 48. Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi 47. A Mercy, Toni Morrison 46. The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt 45. The Argonauts, Maggie Nelson 44. The Fifth Season, N.K. Jemisin 43. Postwar, Tony Judt 42. A Brief History of Seven Killings, Marlon James 41. Small Things Like These, Claire Keegan 40. H Is for Hawk, Helen Macdonald 39. A Visit from the Goon Squad, Jennifer Egan 38. The Savage Detectives, Roberto Balano 37. The Years, Annie Ernaux 36. Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehisi Coates 35. Fun Home, Alison Bechdel 34. Citizen, Claudia Rankine 33. Salvage the Bones, Jesmyn Ward 32. The Lines of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst 31. White Teeth, Zadie Smith 30. Sing, Unburied, Sing, Jesmyn Ward 29. The Last Samurai, Helen DeWitt 28. Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell 27. Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie 26. Atonement, Ian McEwan 25. Random Family, Adrian Nicole LeBlanc 24. The Overstory, Richard Powers 23. Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage, Alice Munro 22. Behind the Beautiful Forevers, Katherine Boo 21. Evicted, Matthew Desmond 20. Erasure, Percival Everett 19. Say Nothing, Patrick Radden Keefe 18. Lincoln in the Bardo, George Saunders 17. The Sellout, Paul Beatty 16. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon 15. Pachinko, Min Jin Lee 14. Outline, Rachel Cusk 13. The Road, Cormac McCarthy 12. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion 11. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Diaz 10. Gilead, Marilynne Robinson 9. Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro 8. Austerlitz, W.G. Sebald 7. The Underground Railroad, Colson Whitehead 6. 2666, Roberto Bolano 5. The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen 4. The Known World, Edward P. Jones 3. Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel 2. The Warmth of Other Suns, Isabel Wilkerson 1. My Brilliant Friend, Elena Ferrante

[duskidolsmut]

The Pain of Feeling Pleasure

A request with Isa

W: 4447 T: masochist, virgin anal, bdsm, bondage, gangbang

Isa hesitated for a brief moment in front of the unmarked door, the fresh Tokyo air caressing her exposed skin through the cropped blouse she was wearing. The discreet number on the wall - 13-7 - was the only indication that she was in the right place. Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed in the code she had received by encrypted message hours before. With an almost inaudible click, the metal door opened, revealing a narrow, dark corridor, lit only by soft red lights embedded in the floor. The muffled sound of rhythmic beats echoed in the distance, mixed with indistinct whispers. She took a deep breath, her heart racing, and took the first step inside. The door closed behind her with a firm slam, sealing her into that unknown world.

The corridor seemed endless, the scent of incense and leather permeating the air. When she finally emerged at the reception desk, a slender woman with short black hair welcomed her with a warm, almost motherly smile that contrasted with the surroundings. Dressed in a fitted black kimono, she exuded serene authority. “Welcome,” she said in soft Japanese, bowing slightly. “I'm Hana, the hostess. Here, we look after each other.” Her voice was firm but reassuring, and Isa relaxed a little, feeling less exposed despite the situation.

Hana slid a sheet of paper across the black marble counter, a consent contract. “Let's review your boundaries,” she said, picking up a pen. Isa sat down on a velvet stool, crossing her legs as she thought. “No strangulation,” she began, her voice firm despite the slight trembling inside. “No gags - I like to be able to talk. And no heavy whipping... maybe just something light, but nothing excessive.” Hana nodded, writing down every detail precisely. “And a safe word?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Isa hesitated, then replied: “Isa.” Hana smiled. “Perfect. Sign here.”

With the paper signed, Hana stood up and took something from a drawer: a black leather collar, adorned with small silver studs that shone in the dim light. “This is for submissives,” she explained, stepping closer. Isa tilted her head back instinctively, feeling the cool leather wrap around her neck. The clasp clicked, and the weight of the collar made her shudder - it wasn't uncomfortable, but it excited and intimidated her at the same time. Hana adjusted the collar carefully, her fingers brushing against Isa's collarbone. “Are you ready to come in?”

Isa nodded, her heart now beating like a drum in her chest. Hana guided her to a heavy red velvet curtain, pulling it aside to reveal the main hall. The space was large, with dark walls and minimalist furniture - leather sofas, chains hanging from hooks, a St. Andrew's cross in one corner. The air was charged with tension, the sounds of muffled moans and the occasional crack of leather against skin echoing around. Men and women, some masked, moved like shadows, their eyes shining with curiosity as they noticed the new figure with the black collar.

A group of four men slowly approached, all tall and muscular, dressed in leather pants and open shirts. One of them, with a black mask covering half his face, tilted his head. “A newcomer?” he asked, his voice deep and full of interest. Isa lifted her chin, maintaining her confident posture despite the heat rising through her body. “Maybe,” she replied, a teasing smile on her lips. Another man, with messy blond hair, laughed quietly. “We like newcomers. Would you like a demonstration?” The men had their hungry gazes on her already undressing her. Isa felt a shiver run down her spine - not of fear, but of anticipation. “I want to see what you've got,” she said, her voice firm, but with a touch of curiosity that made them exchange smiles. The blond man held out his hand, pointing to a side room with hanging ropes and a padded table. “This way, then."

As she followed the group, the sound of her own footsteps echoed in her ears, mixed with her rapid breathing. She knew she was about to explore something deep, something that mixed power and surrender - and she was eager to find out how far she could go.

Isa followed the group into the side room, the sound of her boots echoing on the polished floor. The atmosphere there was even denser, the air charged with the smell of melted wax and fresh leather. The lighting came from red spots embedded in the ceiling, casting long shadows on the walls lined with hooks and chains. The blond man, who seemed to be leading the group, pointed to an opposite wall where a series of metal rings were attached, perfect for restraining someone. “Let's start slowly,” he said, his husky voice laden with promise. “Take off your clothes.”

The other men formed a semicircle around her, their eyes shining with anticipation. Isa felt a heat creep up her neck, but kept her chin up, channeling the confidence she displayed on stage. Slowly, she unbuttoned the crop top, letting it slide down her shoulders until it fell to the floor, revealing smooth skin and firm breasts covered only by a black lace bra. The cool air of the club brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers hesitated for a second in the tight pants, but the men's hungry gazes encouraged her to continue. She slid them down her thick thighs, exposing her matching panties, until she was standing in front of them in just her lingerie.

“She's perfect,” muttered one of the men, a dark-haired man with a bushy beard, as he picked up a pair of leather handcuffs from a nearby table. Isa raised her arms without being asked, an instinctive gesture of surrender that surprised her. The blond laughed low, approaching with the handcuffs. “Eager, huh?” He hooked her wrists into the rings on the wall, stretching her arms above her head until her body was completely exposed and vulnerable. The brunette joined in, bringing thin chains with clips on the ends. Isa held her breath as he opened her bra, tossing it aside, and attached the clamps to her nipples. The initial pressure was a shock, a mixture of pain and pleasure that made her bite her lip. A thin chain connected the clamps, dangling between her breasts like a cruel jewel.

The blond stepped forward, holding the chain with two fingers. “Let's see how much you can take,” he said, pulling hard. The sharp pain shot through Isa's chest, drawing a low whimper from her throat. He didn't stop, stretching the clamps even further, her nipples stretching to the limit as she pulled against the cuffs, the cold metal biting into her wrists. A moan escaped, hoarse and involuntary, as her body trembled between resistance and surrender. Then, without warning, his hand went down to her panties, his fingers sliding under the fabric to find her clitoris, already slick with arousal. He began to finger her with firm movements, slow circles that made her breathing change, becoming short and irregular. Her mouth fell open, a sigh escaping as the pleasure mixed with the pain from her taut nipples.

For a few minutes, he played with her, alternating between pulling the chain - each tug eliciting a louder moan - and rubbing her clitoris with a precision that sent her over the edge. The other men watched, their eyes fixed on every tremor in her body, every sound she let out. When he finally stopped, letting the chain swing and his fingers pull away, Isa opened her eyes, her gaze clouded with desire. She met his, silently begging for more, her lips parted in mute supplication.

The blond had a predatory gleam in his eyes, he stooped to a leather bag on the floor and pulled out a thick, black dildo, holding it up for her to see. “Think you can handle that?” he asked, but didn't wait for an answer. Stepping closer, he pulled her panties aside and pushed the toy all the way inside her in one firm movement. The impact made her arch her back, a loud moan echoing through the room as the vibrator filled her insides, pulsing against her sensitive walls. The chain on her nipples swayed with the movement, intensifying the mixture of pain and pleasure that consumed her body. Isa pulled at the handcuffs again, the metal clinking, lost in a wave of sensations that tested every limit she thought she had.

The other men drew closer, attracted by the sound of her moans and the sight of her chained body writhing. What had been a demonstration was about to turn into something more, something that Isa, with her imploring gaze and ragged breathing, seemed unable - or unwilling - to stop.

The blond grabbed hold of the chain dangling between Isa's nipples and gave a few short, strong tugs, each one sending a wave of sharp pain through her chest. Her muffled moans echoed in the room, and he smiled, pleased with the reaction. “Don't let go,” he said, placing the chain between her teeth with a firm command. The cold metal brushed against her tongue, and Isa tightened her lips around it, determined to obey, although the uncertainty of what would happen if she failed made her shudder.

He took a step back, keeping his eyes fixed on her, and walked over to the leather table. He picked up a whip with long, dark straps, swinging it experimentally before handing it to the man with the intricate tattoo running up his arm. The tattooed man positioned himself behind Isa, and she tried to prepare herself, tensing her muscles while still chained to the wall. The first blow came without warning, the leather cutting through the air and hitting her ass with a dry pop. The pain exploded across her skin, hot and sharp, and she bit down hard on the chain, a hoarse groan escaping through her teeth. She didn't know what would happen if she let go, but fear - mixed with growing excitement - kept her steady.

The second blow came soon after, followed by a third, and then the tattooed man found a cruel rhythm, the repeated lashes marking her ass and running up her back. Each impact was a new wave of pain, the leather biting into his skin and leaving burning red lines. Isa closed her eyes, the moans becoming one continuous sound as she tried to absorb the intensity. The men around her watched her face intently, fascinated by the expressions of pain and pleasure that fought for control.

“Let me have that now,” said the man with the shaggy hair, stepping forward with a gleam in his eyes. He took the whip from the tattooed man's hands and positioned himself next to her, leaving her in suspense as he decided where to strike. After a deliberate pause, he swung the whip hard against Isa's right thigh. The impact made her jump, her body squirming against the cuffs, the sudden, searing pain almost making her let go of the chain. She struggled to keep it in her mouth, her teeth grinding against the metal as he continued, hitting the same spot again and again until her skin was hot and sensitive. Then he switched to her breasts, alternating between them, the leather snapping against the soft flesh and sending shocks of pain reverberating throughout her body.

Isa moaned softly, the sound muffled by the chain, when he suddenly stopped and met her eyes. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice low and authoritative. With an effort, she moved her feet as far apart as the handcuffs would allow, exposing even more of her trembling body. He didn't hesitate, swinging the whip hard against her inner thighs. The blow sent a shudder through her, a muffled cry escaping as the pain mixed with the heat already consuming her legs. He repeated the movement in the same place, each slap intensifying the burning, before moving on to the other thigh, spreading the torture. Her body was on fire, the skin burning where the leather had scored, and tears began to form in her eyes, blurring her vision.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, the disheveled hair looked over her shoulder, as if something in the doorway had caught his eye. He let the whip fall to the floor with a soft thud and approached, carefully taking the chain from her mouth. “I think you've done this before,” he said, a crooked smile on his face. But to test it out, he gave the nipple chain a hard tug, eliciting a loud cry from Isa. Stabbing pain pulsed through her tortured nipples, and she began to whimper, her whole body aching - but, at the same time, wetter than ever, arousal pouring down her thighs.

The other men approached, attracted by her exposed vulnerability. The tattooed man fell to his knees in front of her, his large hands caressing Isa's marked thighs with an almost obsessive reverence. “Those legs...” he murmured, his fingers tracing the red lines left by the whip, pressing into the sensitive skin until she shuddered. The blonde joined in, rubbing the opposite thigh with slow, possessive movements, clearly fascinated by their firmness and softness even after the blows. “Perfect to hold,” he said, squeezing hard enough to elicit another moan from her.

Her disheveled hair, still standing on end, met his eyes again, desire burning in his gaze. “I need to fuck her. Now,” he declared, his voice hoarse with urgency. He moved his hands down to Isa's thighs, joining the others in their obsession, stroking and squeezing as he undid his pants with his other hand. The men around exchanged glances, the tension in the air becoming unbearable. Isa, chained and branded, felt her body throb with a mixture of pain and desire, ready for whatever came next, unable to resist the wave that was consuming her.

The shaggy-haired guy took a step back, breathing heavily as he watched Isa, her body still shaking from the lashes and the tugging on her nipple chain. "Get her out of here," he ordered, his voice urgent. The blond and the tattooed man moved quickly, unhooking the handcuffs from the rings on the wall. For a moment, Isa's arms hung limp, but before she could adjust, the dark-haired man with the wispy beard grabbed the handcuffs and locked them again, this time behind her back, her wrists crossed and the leather biting into her already sensitive skin. The position forced her chest forward, her nipples still clamped by the clamps throbbing with each movement.

"On your knees," the blond said, pushing her down with a firm hand on her shoulder. Isa fell to her knees on the cold floor, the impact reverberating through her scarred thighs. The group of men—five now, with a masked newcomer who had silently joined—surrounded her, forming a tight circle around her. Her eyes, clouded with tears and desire, lifted to meet theirs, and she saw the raw hunger on each face. The one with the shaggy hair was the first to act, undoing his pants and freeing his already hard cock, positioning it inches from her mouth. “Open,” he commanded, his voice rough.

Isa obeyed, her lips parting as he thrust himself inside her hard, without foreplay. The sudden movement made her gag, her throat tightening in reflex, but the masochist inside her reveled in the sensation of invasion. He gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her hair, and began to fuck her mouth in a relentless rhythm, each deep thrust eliciting a muffled sound from her. The nipple chain swung with the movement, the sharp pain mixing with the heat that was growing between her legs.

The tattooed man didn't wait his turn. He positioned himself to the side, rubbing his cock against her face, leaving a wet trail on her cheek before forcing his way inside. "Suck them both," he grunted, and Isa, her mouth already full, turned her head as best she could, her lips stretched to the limit as she tried to please him. The blond chuckled softly, approaching from the other side, and soon there were three cocks in her face, fighting for space. She alternated between them, gagging and salivating, the wet, desperate sounds filling the air as her cuffed hands writhed uselessly behind her back.

The brunette grabbed the nipple chain and pulled hard, eliciting a muffled scream from her while her disheveled hair was still buried in her throat. "She likes it," he said, pulling again, her nipples stretched to the point where tears ran freely down her face. The masked man, silent until then, knelt beside her and began rubbing her thighs, his fingers squeezing the red marks from the whip with a feverish obsession. "So soft even after that," he murmured, before standing up and joining the others, pushing his cock against Isa's already overloaded lips. 

It was hardcore chaos, the men using her mercilessly, each seeking to dominate her in a different way. The one with the disheveled hair held her head with both hands now, forcing her to swallow all the way down to the base, while the tattooed man and the blond rubbed themselves against her face, staining it with pre-cum. The dark-haired man continued to play with the chain, alternating strong pulls with cruel twists, and Isa moaned between gasps, her body shaking with pain and excitement. Her knees ached against the floor, but she gave in completely, masochism emerging in every choked moan, in every tear that fell.

"Look at me," the disheveled hair ordered, pulling out for a second. Isa looked up, her face red and wet, and he smiled before pushing back in, even deeper. "This is just the beginning," he promised, as the others laughed, ready to intensify what was already a brutal display of control and desire.

He pulled out of Isa's mouth with a satisfied grunt, leaving a trail of saliva running down her chin. Her lips were swollen, her breathing ragged, and the men around her exchanged glances, like predators deciding their next move. The blond knelt behind her, his large hands gripping Isa's marked thighs as he forced her body forward, her face almost touching the cold floor. "Let's really open her up now," he said, his voice thick with excitement as his fingers slid between her legs, brushing against the wetness dripping from her pussy before moving up to her untouched asshole.

Isa felt a shiver of anticipation and fear, her heart racing as the blond rubbed her tight entrance with his thumb, testing her. “You’ve never been fucked here, have you?” he asked, almost as a challenge. She shook her head slightly, her wrists straining against the cuffs, the chain over her nipples swinging and sending fresh spasms of pain through her chest. “Then it’s going to hurt,” he warned, but his tone was one of pleasure, not concern. He spat into his hand, spreading his saliva over his cock before lining it up against her, slowly pressing the tip against the tight ring. 

The tattooed man, still in front of her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, forcing her to look at him as the blond began thrusting. ���Suck it while he fucks you,” he ordered, pushing his cock back into her mouth. Isa moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the member filling her, as the blond forced his way inside, the initial stretch eliciting a scream that vibrated against the tattooed man. The pain was raw, burning like fire as he advanced, inch by inch, without mercy, until he was buried to the base in her virgin ass.

"Fuck, so tight," the blond grunted, starting to move, each deep thrust making Isa's body tremble. The disheveled hair knelt beside her, grabbing the chain of her nipples and pulling hard, stretching them to the limit as she writhed between pleasure and agony. "You like this, don't you?" he asked, twisting the clamps to intensify the pain. Isa couldn't answer, her mouth full and her muffled moans echoing as the tattooed man fucked her throat in sync with the blond behind.

The dark-haired man and the masked man were not left out. The dark-haired man slid beneath her, positioning himself to thrust his cock into her soaking cunt, penetrating her with a sudden movement that made her arch her back. "Two at once," he chuckled, gripping her thighs and squeezing the whip marks as he began to pump, the friction against the blonde's other hole creating an insane pressure inside her. The masked man, obsessed with her legs, stood to the side, rubbing his cock against Isa's right thigh, his hands caressing and squeezing the sensitive skin as he masturbated, moaning softly at the contact.

Isa was overwhelmed, her body caught in a whirlwind of sensations—the searing pain of her asshole being split open for the first time, the raw pleasure of being filled from the front, her tortured nipples throbbing with each pull of the chain, and the masochistic humiliation of being used so completely by all of them. Her moans turned into muffled screams, tears streaming down her face as the tattooed man gripped her head tighter, forcing her to swallow each thrust. "Choke on it," he growled, thrusting until she was almost out of breath, her masochism reveling in the lack of control. 

The blond sped up behind her, his hands digging into her thighs as he fucked her ass with savage strokes, her anal virginity now completely lost in a relentless assault. "I'm going to cum inside," he warned, and seconds later, Isa felt the heat explode inside her, the first of many as the others continued, each seeking their own climax. The brunette beneath her grabbed her hips, pulling her against him as he came in her pussy, and the masked man, still grinding himself against her thighs, let hot jets stain her marked skin. The shaggy-haired man let go of the chain for a moment, only to slap her hard across the face, the impact making her moan even louder against the tattooed man's cock. "You were made for this," he said, before pulling the chain again, her nipples throbbing in protest. Isa, lost in a sea of ​​pain and ecstasy, felt her body give in, the masochism taking her to a peak she had never imagined reaching.

The tattooed man pulled out of Isa's mouth with a guttural groan, cumming on her face, the hot liquid running down her cheeks and dripping onto the floor as she gasped, finally able to breathe. The blond, already satisfied behind, pulled out of her ass with a wet sound, leaving her empty for a brief second before the shaggy-haired man took his place. He grabbed the handcuffs behind her back, using them as leverage to push his cock into the newly opened hole, still slippery with the blond's cum. "You can take more," he growled, starting to fuck her with brutal thrusts that made her body bounce against the brunette below, still buried in her pussy.

Isa was beyond her limit, her brain clouded by a mixture of pain and pleasure that consumed her entirely. Her nipples throbbed beneath the clamps, her thighs burned from the masked man’s whipping and obsessive squeezing, and every hole she had was being used mercilessly. The masked man, now kneeling beside her, rubbed his cock against her left thigh while he pulled on the nipple chain with his other hand, stretching her until she screamed, her voice hoarse and broken. “Fuck, look at those legs,” he murmured, coming again on her scarred skin, his fingers digging into her flesh as if he wanted to possess her.

It was then that something snapped inside Isa—the line between resistance and surrender dissolved. Her eyes widened, wild and unfocused, and she began to speak, the words coming out in a desperate, dirty stream. “Fuck me harder, you sons of bitches!” she screamed, her voice shaky but full of urgency. "Fuck me, I want more! Fuck me until I can't take it anymore!" The sound of her curses echoed through the room, shocking the men for a moment before inflaming them even more. 

The shaggy-haired one laughed, a cruel, satisfied sound, and obeyed, accelerating his thrusts into her ass until the impact of his hips against her marked ass was almost deafening. "You asked for it," he said, yanking the handcuffs back hard, arching her body as he thrust into her with animalistic ferocity. The dark-haired man below gripped her hips, timing his movements, each thrust into her pussy pushing her deeper against the cock behind. "Fuck, what a slut," he grunted, his hands squeezing her thighs so hard they would leave fresh bruises. 

The tattooed man, recovered, moved forward, rubbing his semi-hard cock against her lips. "Suck it again, you whore," he ordered, and Isa opened her mouth eagerly, swallowing him with a muffled moan as she begged between gasps. "Harder, fuck me harder, please!" The blond, now at her side, grabbed the nipple chain and began twisting the clamps in opposite directions, the searing pain eliciting screams that vibrated against the tattooed man's cock. "That's it, scream for us," he said, pulling until she thought her nipples would be ripped off.

The final climax approached, the air thick with the sounds of flesh against flesh, hoarse moans and Isa's desperate curses. The disheveled hair was the first to give way, cumming inside her ass with a roar, the heat mixing with the previous blond's, dripping down her thighs as he pulled out. The brunette followed, thrusting one last time before exploding inside her pussy, her body shaking with the double impact. The tattooed man grabbed her hair and came down her throat, forcing her to swallow as she choked, tears and saliva staining her face. 

The masked man, still fixated on her thighs, rubbed himself against her one last time, cumming over the red marks as the blond gave a final tug on the chain, eliciting a primal scream from Isa that echoed off the walls. Her body collapsed forward, her knees giving out, but the handcuffs kept her half-upright, her weight supported by the men surrounding her. She was broken, exhausted, her body pulsing with pain and pleasure, her mind floating in a post-orgasmic void as cum dripped from every hole and her marked thighs trembled under the men's final touches. 

"Fuck... I want more," she muttered, barely audible, one last masochistic whisper before collapsing completely, the final climax leaving her in pieces but strangely fulfilled.

[world-of-wales]

LAURA WARSHAUER SHARED SNIPPETS FROM HER TIME AT ST ANDREW'S WATCHING WILL & CAT FALL IN LOVE ♡

Laura Warshauer had a front row seat as a result of her close friendship with the pair. Whether it was William helping to carry her luggage, Kate comforting her on a night out, or just having a quiet drink in a cosy corner of a pub together, those memories live on.

Her interactions with them are something few can share – teaching Kate how to play the guitar, William buying her first ever Jack Daniel’s and Coke, eating takeaway food together or laughing and joking during road trips.

Speaking about her time at uni she said :

‘I graduated from school a year early and then spent what would have been my senior year at high school in St Andrews. It was a beautiful moment in time.

I wound up getting a front row seat to the very beginning of what would become one of the greatest and most iconic love stories of our time. It’s great to see Will and Kate, the same people they were then, on the world stage.’

Talking about their form life, she recalls that she'd her mother’s lasagne recipe and her aunt’s toffee – for William and some of his friends as well as chatting with him during meal times in the ‘Harry Potter-style’ dining hall.

William & Laura sitting together for the art history 02 class photo (fun fact william changed his course like 2 weeks later to geography)

She said:

‘Will lived down the hall with two of his friends from Eton. Kate lived on the floor below.

‘I met them the same week they met each other. I was struck by how normal Will was. You could talk about anything – the most mundane things.

'Coming back from a trip home to New Jersey with my big luggage, Will would grab my bag and take it inside the dorm.

‘We were all just trying to find our way. Even if you’d been at a boarding school like Eton, people were still in a new environment.’

‘I remember I made dinner for everyone on my birthday in December and Will brought me a gift – a stuffed animal from Tesco.

It’s a seal with a blue backpack with stars on it. It’s in a place where I can see it every day and I’m like, “How cool”. It’s adorable.’

Laura said Kate and William had instant chemistry and fell for each other months before the 2002 fashion show where Will saw Kate modelling and described her as ‘hot’ :

‘We went to a party at a castle. It was a Harry Potter theme and they did an auction for charity where people were bidding to win a date. Will bid £200 to win a date with Kate.’

This is the Glamis Castle Birthday party from 01 where Catherine was pictured with Olivia Bleasdale

While Ms Warshauer doesn’t know what they eventually did for their date, she remembered Kate’s reaction was effortlessly cool – showing she was unfazed by titles and comfortable around him.

She spoke about Kate extricating William from an uncomfortable encounter:

‘It was early on when Will and Kate were getting to know each other. This girl was talking to Will, and he was being polite, but it was obvious he needed a way out .

‘All of a sudden Kate walks up from across the room, puts her arms around him and enables him to turn to this other girl and be like “I’m sorry, I have a girlfriend”.

‘And then he turned to Kate and silently mouthed the words “Thank you”. I remember thinking at that moment that no one but Kate could have done that.

‘They had just met each other but it was clear they had a connection.’

Speaking about her friendship with The Princess of Wales she said :

‘Kate saw that I was upset one night while we were out. I was walking ahead so people couldn’t see that I was upset and she came up and put her arm around me and said “I hate seeing people I care about upset”. You remember these moments.’

A photograph of Kate and Laura taken in the town’s camera shop in 2001 shows their friendship. A trip taken to find equipment for Laura's CBS audition tape filming:

‘As you know, Kate loves photography, she loved it then. Even in her dorm room I remember the beautiful photos.

‘She and I went to the camera shop together to get everything we needed and then she filmed the audition for me.’

Laura had shared a photo on social media of herself and Kate – taken at a 19th birthday party during their time in St Andrews – in a show of support for the Princess following her treatment for cancer.

This party seems to be Oliver Baker's birthday. He's one of W&C's close friends and one of George's godparents.

Speaking about it she said:

‘The interest is even greater now than it was the first time.’

Reminiscing about the party where the photo was taken, she remembers that she had just been to Paris to visit her sister who was studying there. The outfit she has on in the snap is one she bought during that French adventure.

Even that trip to Paris had started with another cherished moment with WillCat. She said:

‘Kate and I were supposed to ride a taxi to the airport together but then Will gave her a ride so I got in on it. I love how he offered her a ride and that’s how I got to go.

‘It was so cool to arrive in Paris and be like, “So guess who gave me a ride to the airport?”

‘The radio was on and Will was like, “Laura, you can sing with the radio”. It was just like popular music. It was sweet that he made that reference to me as a singer.’

[menitrust]

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[probablelesbian]

Keen Eye

PART TWO

pairing: service top! Hozier x afab! plus size! reader

summary: You meet him at a club and you take him home.

genre: smut 18+

word count: 1699

cw: smoking, unprotected sex, oral f! receiving, p in v, kind of come eating?, he’s tall asf

author’s note: I told you I was taking matters into my own hands, and I DID!! don’t be surprised now! I also got my plus size babes, i see you and i love you 🫶

masterlist

smut under the cut

You saw him from across the room, sat at the bar and making small talk with the bartender. He wore an oversized coat with his hair tied back behind his head. You made your way over to him, fixing your dress as you went.

“You’re not from around here,” you say, sitting in the stool beside him.

“Keen eye,” he chuckles, sipping his beer.

“I’m intrigued, tell me more,” you said, smirking.

“I’m here on tour with my band,” he hums. “Andrew,” he says, sticking out a hand.

“Y/N,” you say, shaking it, “how long are you here?” you ask, ordering a drink.

“I’m leaving the city in two days, the show’s tomorrow night. Just exploring today.”

You lean on the bar, your head leaning on your hand, “So you’re just at a bar? Not at some big party?”

He mirrors your actions, head leaning on his hand against the bar, “I’m not much of a partier.”

You lean in close to him, “Wanna split a smoke outside? It’s too loud in here.”

He nods, standing up and offering a hand for you to take. You look up at him, taking in how he towered over you, “You’re tall as shit,” you say, taking his hand.

He laughs and walks you outside. He leans on the balcony and pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket, putting one between his mouth. You pull out a lighter and stand on your toes as he leans down to be eye level with you. You light the cigarette while gazing deeply into his eyes, “Thanks, love,” he says, his voice gravelly as he inhales.

You smile as he passes it over for you to inhale. He steps back quickly, and looks kind of awkward, “You nervous, Andrew?” You ask, stepping in to fill the space he made.

“Kind of, I’m not usually picking up girls from the bar,” he laughs, inhaling from the smoke, “not really my scene.”

“So you were here just for the drinks?”

“You could say that,” he thinks for a moment, “but you do have a charm about you.”

You laugh, “A charm? You really have a way with words,” you say, reaching up to push a strand of hair from his face. “You’re too tall, I can barely touch you.”

He smirks, “If that’s a problem, I can just” he leans down again, not leaving much space between you, “come down here for you.”

You hum, “Yeah, that’s nice,” I smirk, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back for a moment before you pull away. He leans in and kisses you again, putting his hands on your waist to pull you in. You hold the cigarette out as to not burn him. “We should probably finish the smoke and get out of here.”

He nods, taking it from your hands and taking a drag, “Good idea.”

You hum as you pass what’s remaining of the cigarette between you, “so mine or yours?”

“Well mine is a hotel shared with another guy, so probably yours,” he chuckles at his own joke. You nod, stubbing out the cigarette and throwing it into a nearby trashcan. You lead him to the front of a bar and wave down a taxi.

He opens the door for you and you crawl in, leaning into his side when he’s settled. He places on of his large hands on your thigh, rubbing the side of it with his thumb. You arm is wrapped around his as your breathing picks up from the simple touch.

Arriving at your place, he once again opens the door for you and you climb out, leading him into your apartment. “Sorry for the mess,” you hum, sliding out of your heels.

“It’s okay, it’s lived in,” he says, coming in behind you, almost crowding you with his presence.

You turn to face him and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom. He kicks his shoes off as you drag him down the hall.

“Is this okay?” you ask, sitting him down on the edge of the bed.

“This is perfect,” he breathes out as you straddle him. You connect again in a kiss. He licked across your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth allowing his tongue to explore you.

His hands slide up your tight dress, fiddling with the zipper on the back of it. You nod, giving him permission to free you from it’s confines. You stand, letting him slide it off of you easier. When he does, you’re left in nothing but your panties and fishnet stockings. His mouth goes dry as he takes in the curves and stretch marks of your body.

You bite your lip, becoming nervous for the first time that night. “Uhm,” you say softly, bringing your arms to cover your stomach, “all good?”

He nods quickly, pulling you closer to him again. “You look like an angel,” he says, kissing down your neck to your chest. He grips your breasts in his large hands, and they fill them out. “Marvelous,” he mumbles into your skin.

You giggle and look away, “Okay, I get it!”

His hands grip your ass and bring you incredibly closer to him, “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he almost begs, looking up into your eyes.

You think for a second, taking in the pleading expression on his face, “I want your hair down,” you say.

“Done, what else?” he asks, pulling his hair out of it’s bun, shaking it as it falls on his shoulders

“I want your clothes off,” I say softly, pushing a hair behind his ear again.

“Of course,” he says, sliding out of his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. As he slides them off of his gangly form he asks, “And?”

“I want your mouth on me,” you hum, imagining his beard tickling between your thighs.

“Anything else?”

“I want you to fuck me after.”

“Done,” he states, lying you on your back. He kisses down your chest and stomach, leaving hickies and bite marks down your torso. He praises every curve with his mouth and tongue, bringing you closer to the edge already without even meeting your core. He sucks marks onto your thighs between the holes of your stockings. He hooks his fingers into the fishnets and pulls you closer to him. Your breath hitches as his mouth makes contact with you over your panties.

He kisses your clit softly over your panties and grips your hips. You let out the softest whimper of “please,” and he melts into you. He pulls your fishnets and panties down at the same time, allowing them to become twisted on the floor. He kisses your clit again, looking up for your reaction. He sucks it into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. You arch your back and moan breathily as his mouth works on you.

He reaches his hand up and pushes one finger inside of you, rubbing your g spot as you pant above him. “Andrew,” you whine, gripping his hair tightly, pushing him more forward. His stubble scratches the inside of your thighs with a sweet burn. “More,” you let out, your voice shaking.

He pushes another finger inside of you and quickens the pace of his tongue. He pulls back and licks a stripe over your pussy with his tongue. You arch your back as he moves with you.

He continues his ministrations for what seems like ever before you finally fall off the edge, shaking and moaning like putty in his hands. His groans against your core sent shock waves up your spine as he ate you through your orgasm. He pulled away and kissed your thighs sweetly as you came down.

He crawled up beside you and stroked your hair, looking into your eyes, “Was it good?” he asks, almost sheepishly.

“Mhm, so good,” you pant, “Now fuck me,” you say, running your hands through his hair. He smirks and kneels in front of you. “This position?” you check with him.

“Yeah, I wanna see your face,” he says, kissing your cheek. You roll your eyes and smile softly.

“Corny,” you whisper, kissing him back. He laughs softly before kissing you deeper, your tongues exploring eachother’s mouths openly before you felt him position himself at your opening. You whine softly as he pushes inside of you.

He threads his hand with yours as he bottoms out, “Fuck, heavenly,” he breathes. You moan softly and wrap your free arm around his back, digging your nails into it.

“Big as fuck,” you pant, ignoring his praise. He chuckles against your neck quietly and begins thrusting into you. You moan softly, the pain turning into pleasure as he continued.

As he thrusted, you took the hand that held yours and guided two of his fingers into your mouth, humming around them. He let out a pant at the sight, “Fuck, baby.”

You moan around his fingers as he picks up the his thrusting. He grips the headboard as he watches you jerk with each of his thrusts, “Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he groans, pulling out of you and coming over your thighs and pussy.

Without being asked, he climbs down the bed and licks a stripe up your core again, not caring if he tastes himself. He slides his tongue inside of you, pressing against your g spot. He brings his hand up with rub your clit with his thumb mercilessly. Your thighs begin to shake with the force of his actions and he wraps his arms around your hips to keep you pinned to the bed.

You moan loudly, gripping his hair tightly as you come again. You push his head further into your core as you ride out the sensations. He moans against you, as he cleans you up with his tongue. He swipes away all of the come and liquids from your core and leaves a small kiss on your sensitive clit. He climbs out of your thighs and goes to kiss you softly.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he says softly into your ear. He wraps you in his arms and soothes you to sleep, kissing your head

[ultimate-shipper-blog]

Substitute Teacher Steve Au

Delilah felt nervous. She ran into her little brother Paul in the hall because neither of them were looking in the correct direction...too nervous.

She hurried into her English class and grabbed her seat. The class's energy was off the charts. Everyone was chatting and gossiping.

"-sub! Can you believe THE St-"

"I just don't understand? Arent they fam-"

Uh oh. She thinks she understands now and pulls out her flip phone to type out a quick text to Paul to warn him. It's too late. He already texted her first.

"Code purple"

"Fuck."

"Language B!"

"Shit."

He laughs as he walks into the classroom. Someone slaps her shoulder as if they're trying to tell her "Hey! He looked in your direction!!!!"

Sitting on her teacher's desk is retired pop icon Steve Harrington. He lights up when he sees her looking at him and waves to her. He's waving so fast his hand is a blur.

"Del what the hell is happening?" Mandy, her best friend is looking at her expectantly.

"I-"

"Ok class! Attendance time!!"

'Adams'

'Andrews'

'Chase'

'Finch'

"Henderson!"

"..."

"C'mom B," he looks at her disappointed.

"Here," she grumbles.

A girl in the back raises her hand.

"Can this wait until after the attendance is taken?"

"Unfortunately not Mr. Harrington I just have to know, how do you know Delilah? Why do you call her B? I mean out of everyone we were not expecting you to be here for her." She says the last part kind of like a sneer.

Delilah knew she wasn't the most popular but she made a choice to stay out of the spotlight.

"Well...student-"

"Sam."

"Sam, I'm not here for Delilah."

Gasps went around the room.

"I'm also here for Paul!" His famous bright smile is shining bright. "He's getting his braces off today! Isn't that exciting! Gosh I remember when his dad got his off. Brings a tear to my eye."

Delilah sinks lower into her seat.

"As for the nickname-"

She shoots up, ramrod straight.

"Um Uncle Steve you don't really have to-"

"Now B it's nothing to be embarrassed about. When Del's mom was pregnant with Paul we told her that she wouldn't be the baby anymore. She was so frustrated that was the only name she responded to for six months!"

Sam pipes up again, "so B is short for-"

"Baby." Snickers went around the room. Delilah groans. "Obviously we couldn't go around calling her baby that's weird. So we shortened it, nickname. It also helps because she's baby Henderson, helps to distinguish the difference between them all."

Steve gives her a soft smile, like he's still imagining her as a toddler.

"As most of you may know I retired about five years ago along with my boyfriend." (Gay marriage was not legal yet but she's working on it.)

Josh's hand shoots up. "Your boyfriend famous metal musician Eddie Munson?"

"Yes student in the back, we decided it was time to retire and enjoy our time together. Then I got bored. I was always planning on being a teacher if music didn't work out so I became a sub. We have a house here to see the kids and I knew I wanted my first assignment to be one where I could see my favorite Hendersons."

Ok she can't be mad at him. She loves him so much and he obviously is just doing what he can to be closer to her.

"Uncle Steve-"

Uncle is whispered around the room.

"I appreciate you coming here but-"

"Henderson I'd appreciate it if you stayed after school to help me grade papers. I can give you a ride home. Uncle Eds is taking Paul to the orthodontist now so you don't have to worry about driving him."

Conveniently, beeping was heard outside along with the sound of a motor like an engine revving. The students all ran to the window to see what was going on and were shown Paul with his head down running to the convertible.

Poor kid. Everyone would be talking about this for at least a week.

Paul looked over at the window along with Eddie, when he saw Steve he blew him a kiss. As soon as Paul was buckled up he sped off.

Steve sighed wistfully and then headed back to the desk.

"Alright everyone! Let's learn!"

[supersimetria]

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