#Control T

[monsterqueers]

Hey if people are thinking of 'stockpiling HRT' and you are doing it with Testosterone, be aware that is a controlled substance and doing this WILL GET YOU A FELONY CHARGE IF YOU ARE CAUGHT (and it would be very easy for this to happen through the way those posts reccomend).

Its your decision if you want to risk imprisonment (and then definitely losing hrt access), but be aware of the serious consequences- especially if you are recommending this to people!

If you do this with E, you get a slap on the wrist. If you do this with T its a felony. A felony charge deeply effects everything you do. Its not just hard to DYI T, its MANY TIMES LEGALLY RISKIER AND HARDER.

[narcissistichedonist]

commanding her not to cum, only for myself to forcefully make her cum then punishing her for disobeying by overstimulating her until she passes out

[droffie]

Chaos-- 💎🦔✨

[drip-p1ss]

use a catheter on me. fill me up before going to sleep, water, soda and of course a lot of tea. in the morning I'm desperate, pleading for my morning release, but you don't let me go. I'm squirming, even standing is really painful. I think it's finally over when you come to me at my catheter, but you just attach a funnel and fill me up with your piss. at this point my bladder is unbearably stretched, it just hurts. I beg you to let me pee but you have other plans. you dress me in a slutty outfit, short crop top with no bras and a tiny skirt without panties.

"we're going to the grocery store" you say. and that's it, my begs are usless.

every step is painful, my legs can barely hold me but fortunately the store is near. we go through the aisles, you order me to bend to take some stuff, just to see my ass, my bare pussy showing off and whimper escaping from my lips. it hurts so much, I need to empty my bladder. we wait in line for payment, luckly an old woman allow us to pass.

"you should go first since you're pregnant, such a lovely couple" she said, pointing towards my bulging belly. I can barely smile, the bladder is so full and stretched, you smirk. "you're so kind ma'am, wanna feel the baby?" so you guide her hand to my belly, prodding and squishing it, I just wanna cry. the old woman starts touching it too.

"please..." I manage to whimper. "oh poor girl, you must be so sensitive, you might need a massage" said the woman, starting touching harder to help but just getting me more desperate. you chuckle, seeing how the ma'am was unknowingly torturing me.

"thanks for the advice, I'll treat her at home" you smirk. after paying and getting back I start begging you. on the floor of the house I'm just a whimpering mess.

"don't worry, I got you" you said, just for you to turn me over, my bladder pressing on the floor in a hurtful way and your cock sliding into my tight cunt.

"please so full... to full..." I can only whimper, my bladder stretched to unbearable limits. you continue pounding into me, while I cry until you cum and cum again. my pussy abused, overstimulated and red, your cum filling me even more. you let out some other sprout of piss, just to plug it in me and leave me on the floor like this, a whimpering and crying mess, full, hurt and bruised, with my belly stretched out and bulging a lot. piss and cum filling me up.

"get up, you have my bath to run" you order. it will be a long day and I can already barely crawl without crying in pain.

pretty please??? (MDNI)

[pandadrake]

Shots fired by the Spider-man sequels.

Was ruminating on how Miles and Miguel are technically both 'Spider-man 2' in their respective universes. Got me thinking about the other Spider-successors in the cast, and also what if they all got matching T-shirts or something.

[dummy-daisy]

welcome 🌼

about me 🩷

call me daisy or dummy

f, 25 y/o, submissive (no i will not dom you)

no pics

dms and asks welcome, dick pics are not

kinks 🩷

orgasm denial

edging

ruined orgasms

chastity

humiliation

(painful) anal

getting spanked

nipple, clit and pussy torture

getting pissed on/in

swallowing cum, taking cum in any of my holes, getting cum on

cnc/rough use

turnoffs 🩷

orgasms (mine)

scat

blood

hypno

breeding

animals (can't believe i have to say this)

people who can't type properly if their life depended on it

people who try to force their fetishes on other people (it won't work with me, honey)

[ol-alex-lo]

tie me up, deny me my orgasm while you brush my cl!t with a brush until I pass out

[icewindandboringhorror]

On average, what is the total MONTHLY amount that you spend on dining out*?

*(This doesn't only count going out to restaurants, but also stuff like picking up fast food to bring home, getting a coffee on the way to work, getting a premade sandwich from a grocery store deli during lunch, buying a quick snack from a convenience store or food cart whilst walking somewhere, ordering a pizza or any other food to be delivered to your home, etc.)

*(If you often dine out in groups/as a household: calculate and divide the costs so that you get a Per Person average. This is for YOU individually, NOT the total household/group costs)

(I'm sure polls similar to this have been made before (very common topic), I just haven't personally seen one that I can remember, so, I was curious to do my own! I was discussing this with a group of people today and it was very interesting to see how widely the number varied between individuals. :0c )

(Reblog for bigger sample size if you can, and feel free to explain your answer in tags if there's anything extra to add!)

[purgetrooperfox]

tired: fox has never done anything wrong in his life he was under control of the chip he didn't mean to kill fives he would never do that

wired: fox was being deliberately, continuously manipulated by palpatine into doing anything he wanted under threat of severe bodily harm, no chip necessary

inspired: fox is a product of brainwashing and genuinely believes in the senate and the republic, which is in constant conflict with the rhetoric he hears from politicians and his general dislike of senators, but that conflict is ultimately irrelevant. he believes in the institution with his entire self. he was born to die for this system and would lose his shit if he started questioning it in any meaningful way. The Institution told him to kill fives so he killed fives, it told him to hunt down ahsoka so he did it, etc etc. conviction that this is all worth it because the republic Can Only Be Right (or else his entire existence and everything the guard puts up with are meaningless) is what gets his ass out of bed in the morning. he'll do terrible things to protect it, and by extension his sense of self, and he won't apologize for it because it's categorically Right in his brain. none of this changes the fact that he's routinely abused by this system, or the fact that he's enslaved by it, or that he has no real choice in anything, only how he personally reconciles it all

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[sweetslvttyprincess]

need my clit tortured🥺

[midnighthybrid1]

Saw this 2k celebration DTIYS by @rorydrawsandwrites , based on her Puppeteer Gangle AU (very creepy stuff, I’ve only recently started reading into it but it’s pretty interesting 👀).

Congrats on the 2k followers broski! That’s pretty friggin awesome!

[narcissistichedonist]

that's right, keep grinding on my bulge like a good girl. if you manage not to cum, i'll push your face into the mattress and pound your brains out

[drip-p1ss]

Notes Game - Bladder Torture

notes game to make my bladder stretched to its limits. no cum, just edge and hold like the stupid dumb slut I am (MDNI) wanna help? reblogs, like and comments (any time you want), make me suffer like the useless whore I am

every 1 note is 1 minute to add to my holding

every 5 notes are 100 ml I have to drink

every 10 notes I press on my bladder for 5 seconds

every 50 notes I press my bladder on a counter for 10 sec and release for 5, 3 times

every 70 notes 10 squats

100 notes: after 1 hour I can't hold with my hands or cross my leg anymore

~ after 100 notes:

every 10 notes is a slap on my full bladder

every 20 notes a slap on my open spread pussy

every 40 notes lie on my belly with something under it for 5 min

200 notes: do a workout with full bladder, leaking is not an excuse to stop

220 notes: melt an ice cube in my cunt with panties on, can't remove them (fake pee)

250 notes: body write with humiliating words while sitting on the toilet

+++ I accept tasks, challenges, punishments in the comments/asks

~ punishment

leaking

drink a glass of water + add 10 min + fake pee

wetting / accident

drink 4 glass of water + add 30 min + lay on belly with a small ball on bladder for 10 min

will close on september 11th

[magnificent-winged-beast]

More Cockles to fight insomnia.

From the third one. I get lost in Jensen's hand rubbing his leg while having a deep breath, while Misha's hand is on his shoulder. From there. More. Deep. Breaths.

[g-xix]

🔞Edging + Overstimulation | Arthur Tv🎃

Summary: In which Arthur pushes you to your limits, seeing how much you can truly take.

CWs: edging, clitoral stimulation, fingering, p in v, vibrators, sorta pain, orgasm denial, soft m!dom, begging, lots lots LOTS of praise, squirting, multiple orgasms

Notes: Highly kinky one this is

"You look so beautiful like this," Arthur whispered, his voice low and soothing, yet laced with an unmistakable edge of authority. "Completely at my mercy, aren't you?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. His praise made your heart race, each word sinking deep into your core, making you crave him even more. "Please, Arthur," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling with desire. "I need you."

Arthur's lips curled into a soft smile, one that sent a shiver down your spine. "I know you do, love," he murmured, leaning closer until his breath was warm against your skin. "But I need to hear you say exactly what you need. Tell me how much you want this."

You swallowed, trying to gather your thoughts as his fingers began to trace slow, deliberate patterns on your thigh. The touch was maddeningly gentle, not enough to satisfy the ache inside you, but enough to keep you on edge. "I want you to touch me," you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to make me feel good."

Arthur chuckled softly, and the sound sent a thrill through your body. "Good girl," he praised, his fingers slid higher, brushing against the sensitive skin just below your hip and making you buck them upwards. His hand flattened and pushed your hips back against the mattress forcefully. "But you're going to have to wait a little longer. I want to see how much you can take."

You let out a frustrated whine, your body arching towards his touch, desperate for more. But Arthur continued to be firm with you, his hands steady as he continued his slow, teasing exploration over your with with a touch that was so light that it was almost playful - despite the undeniable underlying intensity that made your heart race.

"Patience, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft and still unyielding. "I'm going to make you feel so good, but you have to trust me. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded quickly, your eyes wide with need. "Yes, Arthur," you breathed, your voice thick with desperation. "I trust you."

He smiled again, a flash of pride in his eyes as he continued to tease you. His fingers moved lower, tracing the curve of your hip before sliding down between your thighs. The touch was so feather-light, it was barely even there, but it was still enough to make you gasp and have your body trembling with need.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "So responsive, so needy for me. I love seeing you like this, completely open and vulnerable."

You couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped your lips as his fingers brushed against your most sensitive spot, the touch sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. But just as quickly as he touched you, he pulled away, leaving you aching and desperate for more.

"Arthur, please," you begged, your voice breaking with need. "I need more. I need you to—"

He cut you off with a sharp look, his eyes dark and intense. "You'll take what I give you," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And you'll thank me for it."

You were shocked. Because it was as though his word had slapped you into silence. You were shocked and stunned at his harshness, and yet still, you nodded quickly, your body tingling with anticipation. "Thank you, Arthur," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Thank you for... touching me."

The submission made Arthur smile, his fingers moving back to your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made you let out heavy breaths softly. The pleasure was intense, a steady build that had you squirming beneath him, and your body begging for release... But Arthur was relentless, his movements never quite giving you enough to push you over the edge.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a mix of adoration and amusement. "I can feel how badly you want to come. But I'm not going to let you, not yet."

Your eyes squeezed together and you let out a frustrated sob, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to hold back the urge to beg at the blunt refusal of your pleasure. Arthur's fingers were merciless, his touch skilled and knowing, driving you to the brink of madness without giving you the relief you so desperately craved.

"Please, Arthur," you whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I can't... I can't take it anymore."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Yes, you can. You can take everything I give you, and you will. Because you're mine, aren't you?"

You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek as you choked out, "Yes, Arthur, I'm yours - but lease - I need to-"

Arthur's lips captured yours in a deep, commanding kiss - his tongue sliding into your mouth as his fingers increased their pace and had you jerking and spasming in the core as you felt the pressure building in your heat that told you your orgasm was so close. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that built and built - reaching truly tumultuous heights and making your body tense and tremble- but just as you were about to fall over the edge, he pulled back, and his touch slowed to a maddeningly gentle pace once more.

You couldn't take it.

A broken sob fell from your lips, your body aching with need. "Arthur, please," you cried, your voice thick with desperation. "I can't... I can't do this..."

"Yes, you can," He gently murmured - moreso coaxed - his voice soft yet still firm. "You're going to be a good girl and take everything I give you. And when I finally let you come, it's going to be the most intense thing you've ever felt."

His words were a promise, and you believed him. Despite the frustration and the tears streaming down your cheeks, you knew he was right. You could feel the tension building inside you, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every touch, every whisper of praise.

Arthur continued his slow, teasing torment, his fingers never quite giving you enough to reach your climax but never letting you come down from the edge. It was a delicate balance, one that had you gasping and crying out beneath him, your body a live wire of sensation.

"You're doing so well," he praised, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "You're taking everything I'm giving you, just like I knew you would. Such a good girl for me."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, your body responding to his praise despite the overwhelming need that coursed through you. Arthur's touch was relentless, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles that had you teetering on the brink of release.

"Please, Arthur," you begged again, your voice a desperate plea. "I need to come... I need—"

He silenced you with another kiss, his lips soft but insistent against yours. "Not yet," he whispered as he pulled back, his fingers continuing their slow torment. "You'll come when I say you can, and not a moment before. Do you understand?"

You nodded frantically, your breath hitching as you tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. A whimper slipped from your throat nonetheless, your body disagreeing with Arthur and pleading for its release, yet your shaky words compliant as you said: "I understand."

"Good girl," Was what he murmured in response, his fingers finally picking up speed, moving faster against your clit. The pleasure was almost too much, a white-hot fire that burned through you, making your body arch and tremble. You could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks, your mind a haze of need and desperation.

Arthur's fingers moved faster, more insistent, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His other hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away your tears as he whispered, "Let go for me, love. I've got you."

With those words, he pushed you over the edge. Your body convulsed with pleasure, your mind going blank as you cried out his name, your hands gripping the sheets as the orgasm tore through you. And Arthur's fingers didn't stop - no - they dragged every last ounce of pleasure  out of you until you were left trembling and breathless beneath him, truly a wreck - but a beautiful one for Arthur.

He watched you with a soft smile, his eyes filled with true adoration. "That's my good girl," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "You did so well for me."

You could only nod, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Arthur's touch wasn't gentle now, however, his middle finger still attached to your clit - even if the pressure was lighter and circles slower - you were still sensitive from your orgasm and could feel a whimper forming at your throat. "A-Arthur - Arthur, I can't do another, please-"

Arthur's expression softened, his eyes glinting with a mixture of satisfaction and something deeper, something more tender. He could see how sensitive you were, your body trembling beneath his touch, but he wasn't ready to let you go just yet. His fingers never stopped their slow, deliberate circles against your clit, keeping you teetering on the edge of overstimulation.

"You can, love," he whispered softly, his voice laced with gentle authority. "You're going to give me one more. Just one more, and then I promise, I'll give you what you need."

A small whimper escaped your lips as his words sank in. Despite the sensitivity, the need, and the lingering pleasure that still hummed through your veins, you knew you couldn't deny him. You could feel the tension building again, sharper this time, your body caught between the overwhelming desire to obey and the almost unbearable sensitivity.

"Please, Arthur," you begged, but even to your ears, the plea was more for him to continue than to stop. Your body was at odds with your mind, every nerve ending aflame, yet craving more, so much more.

He didn't give you a chance to overthink it. With a steady hand, Arthur reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a small vibrator. The sight of it made your breath hitch, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through you. He flicked it on, and the soft hum filled the room, a low, steady promise of what was to come.

"You're going to take this for me, aren't you?" he murmured, pressing the vibrator lightly against your clit, just enough to let the vibrations tease your sensitive flesh. You gasped, your back arching slightly, the new sensation pulling a fresh wave of need through you.

"Yes, Arthur," you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breathy sigh. "I'll take it. I'll do anything for you."

"Good girl," he praised, his voice like velvet against your ear. He kept the vibrator there, the steady buzz sending jolts of pleasure through your already sensitive body. His other hand slid lower, and you felt the press of his fingers against your entrance, teasing, testing your readiness.

You were more than ready, wet and aching for him, even though your body was still trembling from the last orgasm. He slipped a finger inside you, then another, stretching you, preparing you, his touch firm but gentle, coaxing more pleasure from your overstimulated nerves.

"Arthur..." Your voice was a broken moan now, your head thrown back against the pillows as he worked you open with his fingers, the vibrator still pressed against your clit. Every touch, every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge again.

"I know, love," he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, his lips soft against yours. "I know how much you need this. Just a little more. Just hold on for me."

He didn't wait for a response. With one smooth motion, he pulled his fingers from you, replacing them with the thick, hard length of his cock. You cried out, your body arching up to meet him as he filled you completely, the sudden fullness almost too much, yet exactly what you needed.

"Arthur!" you gasped, the sensation of him inside you, the vibrator still against your clit, driving you wild. Every thrust, every movement sent you spiralling higher, the pleasure almost unbearable, teetering on the edge of pain but never quite tipping over. You could feel another orgasm building, the pressure inside you mounting, ready to explode.

"That's it," he murmured, his thrusts steady and deep, hitting just the right spot every time. "Come for me, love. Show me how good you feel."

You couldn't hold back anymore. With a cry of his name, you came again, harder this time, your body shaking with the force of it. You felt the wetness gush out of you, felt yourself squirting around him, soaking him, the sheets, everything. It was intense, overwhelming, your mind blanking out with the sheer force of your release.

Arthur groaned, the sound low and deep in his throat, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt you clenching around him, your body milking him for everything he had. He didn't stop, didn't slow down, driving into you with a relentless pace that sent you spiralling into another orgasm, and then another, your body wrung out, trembling with pleasure.

Finally, when you were on the verge of collapse, he pulled out, his hand moving to stroke himself to his own release. He came with a groan, hot and thick over your stomach, marking you, claiming you in the most intimate way possible.

You were still whimpering and letting little gasps and sobs fall from your lips even once Arthur had let go of you and even removed the relentless vibrator from your overly sensitive clit, to give your body a rest.

"How're you feeling, babygirl?" Arthur brushed your hair away from your face to observe you now - check how you were doing after he'd given you three of the most intense orgasms you'd ever had, back-to-back.

"It hurts..-" You whined, as you felt yourself still aching and tingling all the way from the muscles of your abdomen to the abused clit and hole which felt overstimulated now with each brush of your thighs that even slightly made contact with your sensitive parts.

Arthur pressed the most gentle yet affirming kiss to your cheek, his hand cupping around the curve of your hips to appreciate your body in a way that didn't hurt you any more. His fingers traced soft patterns along your skin, soothing and tender after the intense storm he'd just put you through. "I know, love," he murmured, his voice gentle now, full of affection. "You were perfect for me- and you enjoyed it too, yes?."

You nodded, agreeing with him, and in return you felt the warmth of his body as he pulled you into his chest, his hand stroking your hair as you let out a shaky breath. The ache in your body still lingered, but the way he held you - so close, so protective - helped calm the whirlwind inside you. You melted into him, feeling safe in his embrace.

"Rest now, my good girl," Arthur whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead. His tone was soft but still carried that delicious edge of authority that sent a tingle down your spine. "You've earned it." He smiled, his hand resting possessively on your thigh as he added, his voice rich with promise, "Next time, I'll take even better care of you, love."

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[summerblueringo]

“We liked each other from day one.” [part 3]

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