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queenoftheantz · 5 months
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The other demontober with @ullbors! This time clubs! In Swedish, the word for clubs is also slang for cash, so I wanted to make business demons. They end up selling sparkling water because I love it but literally every single one of my friends thinks I pay for water that hurts.
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scoutingthetrooper · 3 months
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these are the best cards on the planet and no one can tell me otherwise
(etsy)
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stellarchai · 1 year
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why is there a scene like this in every John wick
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classycookiexo · 2 months
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pulpsandcomics2 · 4 months
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Alberto Vargas
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illustratus · 6 months
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Fléau! (Scourge!) by Henri-Camille Danger
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Deep Water Prompt #3232
Fae clubs are horribly tricky for a human to enter, equally as difficult to leave. Bring your own booze, a fake ID, and pray the bouncer doesn’t like your face. 
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noonlight-stims · 2 years
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susiecards · 22 days
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DC Comics Bombshells: Black Canary
Jack of clubs
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arty-e · 2 months
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Clubs royal portrait
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53v3nfrn5 · 4 months
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HÖR DJ Booth Location: Berlin, Germany
Every day, DJs play at the location from evening until the night, and their performances are broadcast to the world. HÖR is pronounced “forr” in German and means “to listen". HÖR is located on the first floor of a street-level apartment building, with a glass-fronted cube-like room where DJ equipment is set up so that passersby can enjoy watching the DJs play from the outside.
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revivalrequiem · 2 months
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# cardverse themed ✮
one of [my] special interest is cards and the popular au cardverse. part two of two group sets. repost with credit, free to use.
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cikebabbler · 6 months
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I think I deserve a little vinelend romcom where they go to the same university and they're just hopelessly in love with each other and they go to meet vin's family and elend immediately wins over her uncles sazed, breeze, ham, and clubs but her dad kell and uncle dox tries to intimidate elend because that's vin we're talking about that's their baby girl but everyone clearly sees how elend genuinely cares about vin and it's all happy and mushy and fun and just lovely
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darkstarerotica · 7 months
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She wasn't very experienced. But she had fantasies a plenty. She didn't know what to do with any of this. Most of the guys she'd been with were pretty vanilla. She rarely felt pleasure to the point of orgasm. Unless it was her alone with her imagination. Then it was something dark, something forbidden then she could cum.
One day at work she heard a couple customers talking about a club. They were fairly hush about it. But what she overheard was that it was some sort of sex club. Was that it? That can't be right. But then snippets of a story of being there. Something about whipping. Some girl being fucked by two guys in front of others. "What is this place she thought?"
"I couldn't... That would be too much"
One day she was scrolling through some social media. She was bored. So she started to search for sex clubs.
"I just want to see, I'd never go,"
After a handful of duds she found it.
"oh damn, this is the club"
She felt strangely turned on. She glanced over the rules and the events.
"I could never..."
The events were masked, consent a must, anonymity possible. It was expensive... Damned expensive. Unless... You were a single female. Then it was free. "What?" She thought "that can't be". She didn't quite understand yet why that would be the case.
A couple weeks later she had a date. A cute boy from near her work. He was a no show. "Fucking hell" she said to herself. Then she opened her phone. In a moment of quiet rage she looked at their webpage. "Damn, I can make, just need a mask and I'll wear my black dress"
She dressed the part. Arrived, mask on. It was a dark alley way. A bell to ring. She went in. The rooms were darkly lit. But bright enough to see. And see she did. Women being tied to St. Andrews Cross and whipped. A girl was tied down to what appeared to be a hobby horse as two men had their way with her. She walked into another room as a group of six piled about each other. Grasping, licking, sucking, fucking. Everyone's hands, mouths and genitals in action. Some things were more nuanced. A couple with wax play. The beautiful woman stripped to her panties. All had onlookers. All masked eyes staring on in lust and pleasure. That first night she saw him. He was tall, clad all in black with long hair. A muscular build but like that of a soccer player, lean and mean. His eyes locked on hers.
Nothing that first night happened. She was surprised. She wasn't even approached. But she was turned on. Horribly. She felt the wetness soak her panties. When she got home she gave herself wave after wave of orgasms replaying the night's activities in her head. She'd never imagined anything like it.
She went back the following week, and the week after and after. Still the same. The wildest sex she could ever imagine, all in one place. Every time. Those eyes. That man. That look. It would send shivers down her spine. And when she'd return home to pleasure herself she all of a sudden started imaging him. He'd mount her, force his way into her. Make him suck his hard throbbing cock in front of a group of people. Finally she'd cum. Releasing herself into a deep sleep of contentment.
She always changed her costume and her mask a little each week. But she was hooked now. A couple other women had now had casual conversations with her. But surprisingly not a single offer. Not a single proposition.
This week it was different. She was watching a scene of a woman and a violet wand. Turned on by her moans at the electricity being played throughout her body.
She felt a body next to herself, behind her. A mouth to her ear "I want to tie you to the cross and have my way with you. I've been watching you for weeks" she looked back and saw her handsome stranger. She pushed back into him and leaning her head back nodded a yes to him.
He led her into the St. Andrew's room. There was a rather large group of people, men and women on the couches. They seemed to be waiting for this moment.
She had been wearing a sheer dress over stockings and lingerie. He brought her to the cross. Undid her dress which fell to the ground. He then grabbed her left wrist tying it tightly, then her right. Followed by each ankle. "What's your name?" He said "Hazel" she responded.
"Tonight you're mine, I've been watching you for weeks, and each time with more desire, they know that I've claimed you and tonight I will make you mine"
Hazel was caught off guard. "What even is this?" She thought to herself. But the restraints and the eyes on her. The tall dark stranger with the beautiful long hair. It was too much and she felt her arousal build.
First he gently stroked her back, then lightly touched her butt, before lightly reaching down her legs and finally up her thighs. Hazel let out a little moan at the pleasure of the soft touches. He then grabbed her long hair and pulled it back in his hands. He placed a cat of nine tails in front of her eyes, asking for approval. Hazel nodded. The stranger stepped back. She felt the first strike. It was pleasure and pain all at once. She winced a little. Then her other cheek. These were light but they built with intensity and as they did she'd writhe and moan. Before she was turned on now she felt herself ready. Her panties soaked, her pussy open and throbbing.
He stopped the relentless whipping and brought himself close to her. "Did you like that, me punishing your ass?" Hazel nodded. It was now that she opened her eyes for the first time. The room was now full. The lust present insane. A few men stroking their cocks. Couples fondling each other. All looking on like they knew what would happen.
"good, let me see for myself"
He slid his hands into her panties. Touching her lips which were dripping. "Yes, yes you did, good girl". He then felt his hands raise up to her chest. Lifting up her bra he fondled and pinched her nipples. He moaned a little into her ear as she could feel him push his crotch into her. He felt large and hard through his pants.
"fuck" she moaned. Her pussy clenching with desire. She was now looking at all the masqued eyes on her. ""Fuck me please, fuck my little pussy"
"as you wish Hazel" his hand reached behind her, unclasping her bra which fell to the ground. She heard a zipper, then a hand pushing to one side her panties.
There she stood, buckled to a cross in only her panties and stockings. In a room full of people about to be fucked by a stranger and she had never wanted it more.
She felt his hand guide his cock into her waiting wetness. His head was large and hard he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back as with the other hand he forced his way into her.
Hazel gasped. "Holy fuck he's big" and let out a long deep moan she couldn't control. The lust in the room intensified. A couple obedient women had their heads in their doms laps eagerly sucking as they looked at Hazel's face contort to deep moans. Others stroked their cocks or touched themselves. But the entire room was filled with sexual energy and she was the center of it all.
She felt him move inside of her. Fully stretching her. She'd never had a cock so big and hard and as it filled her completely she felt herself moaning uncontrollably. Almost unaware where the sounds were even coming from.
He thrust into her again and again. Grabbing her breasts, fondling her ass, playing with her clit. It was relentless. She felt herself start to orgasm. Then wave after wave. He wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop him and he just continued his relentless pounding. She lost count of the orgasms. Most people in the room now adding their moans to hers. She was lost to the pleasure and pain. Her brain went dumb. She took pleasure in his deep thrusts and being used by him relentlessly. Finally his own moans built to a crescendo and she felt him thrust even harder and faster. Finally he tensed up and unleashed a huge load of cum inside her. "Fuck" she said to herself letting one final orgasm tear through her body. She fell against the cross. Her body trembling. He caressed the side of her face as he gently touched her body.
"will I see you next week?"
All she could do was nod..
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newguineatribalart · 10 months
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Aboriginal War Clubs from Victoria Australia
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In Prohibition-era New York, a card from a well-known speakeasy would permit entrance to almost any other.
Photo: Bettmann Archives/Getty Images/Fine Art America
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