#groping cw

[copics-and-renegades]

Whumptober 2023 Day 01: But Now This Room Is Spinning While I'm Trying Just To Fill In All The Gaps

Look at these canines, man.

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IT'S THIS TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN EVERYONE

When I first read the prompt, my mind IMMEDIATELY went "spinning. dizziness. vertigo. drugged. drugged out of his mind trying to make sense of it all and VERY much not able to fight back." Gods, I just LOVE me some good drugging. :D From there I just went with things I also absolutely love: the horrific invasiveness of someone TOUCHING IN YOUR MOUTH UGH and also the hot huge pointy canines I decided to give all the half-elves for no reason other than that I like drawing them. Also drooling hehehehe.

I warned for forced stripping etc., too, because while that was NOT planned, I was just SO THIRSTY for Botta's exposed belly lol. So when I was done the entire piece had this "wait, this DOES have a groping component oh damn" vibe?? So I'm warning for what it turned into even though it was not in my initial plan lol. I guess they're checking out just what they've got there...?????

[angelofacidx]

Dark brain worms read at your own discretion.

Retired Simon who takes up volunteering at a haunted house during October. He’d gotten sucked into it after agreeing to accompany Johnny once and the owner damn near scouted him. Acting is NOT his thing, but fortunately he’s scary as fuck just…standing there in a mask.

He didn’t expect himself to like it as much as he does. Terrorizing grown men and making them scream as if their balls hadn’t dropped yet fuels the ego boost he’d been missing. He’s still got it.

However the real treat is when a pretty thing like you walks through with your friends, wide doe eyes and trembling hands as you sandwich yourself firmly in the middle of the group. He can’t help but reach out, hands squeezing the fat of your ass in the darkness, low groan muffled by the cheesy mask. He leaves his position, stalking behind your group until the end, into the parking lot, and watching you pile into a car that he mentally notes the plate number of.

He’d drop by later to give you a real scare.

[ilovestrawbs]

Bc I took today why am I so fat ???? Like my hip bones show but my tummy is really out there :( I need to 🌟ve harder . I can't keep looking like this

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 20

Warnings: Sexual Themes, BDSM, Chastity, Dollification

Prompt: Chastity + Dollification

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Price

The rest of Kinktober

Notes: This actually has two versions, I couldn't pick!

The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of dim lighting, shadows dancing across the room as you stood before the mirror. Every detail of your reflection was meticulously crafted under John’s watchful eye. His hands moved with precision, adjusting the delicate restraints around your wrists and ankles, the satin ribbons tight enough to remind you of their presence, yet gentle enough to avoid discomfort. You watched yourself in the mirror, perfectly dressed, each element selected by him. You were his creation—his doll to admire.

“You’re beautiful like this, love,” John’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the stillness, his words deliberate and soothing. His eyes locked onto yours in the reflection as he stood behind you, his presence both commanding and protective. "So still, so perfect."

Your lips parted, but no words escaped. The weight of the chastity device locked in place around your hips was a constant reminder of his control—his presence. The agreement between the two of you was unspoken, built on trust and complete surrender. Every inch of you belonged to him tonight, molded to his desires, but not yet touched, not fully explored.

John’s fingers slid up your arm, a slow and deliberate caress that sent ripples of anticipation down your spine. His touch was light, just enough to make your skin tingle, but never enough to satisfy. He took his time, tracing every curve, grazing over your form like an artist perfecting his masterpiece. “Such a good doll,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear, sending warmth cascading through you. “Made to follow orders, aren’t you?”

The only response you were permitted was a slight nod. Your breathing was shallow, the need inside you growing with every teasing pass of his hands. He was careful, never venturing to the places you so desperately wanted his touch. The chastity device pressed against you, a constant reminder that your release was not yours to take—it was his to grant.

He took a step back, his eyes dark with desire, admiring the work he’d put into you. His gaze swept over your restrained form, taking in every detail—the way your skin glistened under the soft light, the way the restraints accentuated the stillness he commanded. “Not a word, love,” he ordered, his voice firm, resonating with authority. “Dolls don’t speak.”

You stood, perfectly posed, your heart racing in your chest. Every nerve in your body was alive, vibrating under the weight of his gaze. John circled you slowly, like a predator taking in his prey, his eyes lingering on every inch of skin he had claimed for himself. The silence between you was heavy, but you dared not break it. No begging, no pleading—just waiting, silently, for his permission.

When he leaned in again, it wasn’t to release you from the tension but to draw it out further. His lips pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, a fleeting warmth that only heightened the chill of the anticipation clinging to your skin. “Soon,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck, the promise hanging between you like a tempting, unspoken reward. “But for now, you’re mine to enjoy, aren’t you?”

Another nod, small and obedient, as your body trembled under his scrutiny. Every second he made you wait, every touch that didn’t go quite far enough, built the tension higher. The chastity device locked around you seemed to grow heavier, a constant reminder of the denial he controlled. And yet, in the silence, in your perfect stillness, you could feel his approval—the way his eyes lingered, the pride in how well you obeyed.

“You’re everything I want right now,” John whispered, his fingers brushing along your collarbone, just shy of what you needed. He trailed his hand lower, ghosting over the fabric that concealed your skin, the promise of pleasure always just out of reach. “Such a beautiful doll. Always ready, always perfect.”

Your body yearned for more, but you stayed still. He had yet to give the command, and you knew better than to rush him. The weight of his control made every touch more potent, every whisper more electric. You didn’t need words. You were exactly what he wanted—a beautiful, perfect doll, waiting, always waiting, for him.

“Not much longer,” he promised, his voice a soothing balm over the raw ache of your need. His hands stilled on your waist, his thumb brushing over the satin ribbon, an almost unconscious act of affection. “You’ve done so well, love. So patient. Just a little more.”

John’s hands trailed lower, fingertips ghosting over your hips, but he never allowed himself to fully indulge. His self-restraint was palpable, a silent reminder of the game you both played. He leaned closer, his breath warm on the back of your neck, and whispered, “Tonight, you’re my doll. I can admire you, touch you, enjoy you. But only as much as I decide.”

Your body shivered in response, every nerve alight with anticipation. You could feel the weight of his hands lingering just above your thighs, the places where you craved him the most. The chastity belt pressed even more firmly against your skin, a constant reminder of the restraint you were under. The pleasure, like the moment itself, was suspended—held just out of reach, teasing you with the possibility of release but never quite delivering.

John chuckled softly, sensing your frustration, and pulled you closer against him, his hands possessive but still controlled. “Oh, love,” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re so eager. But we both know this is part of the game, don’t we? You like being kept like this, don’t you?”

Another slight nod. The only answer you were allowed.

He continued to caress you, his hands exploring every inch of your restrained body, enjoying the way you trembled under his touch. But he always held back, always stopped just before the moment of release, leaving you aching for more.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with approval. “So patient. So obedient.”

His praise sent warmth flooding through you, your body alight with need, but still, you held on. The promise of pleasure hovered in the air, just out of reach, and yet you knew—knew that when he finally granted it, it would be worth every moment of waiting.

John kissed your neck softly, his lips lingering against your skin as his hands roamed over you, but the chastity device stayed locked in place, a barrier between you and the release you craved. And in that moment, you were exactly what he wanted: his perfect doll, obedient, still, waiting for his command.

“Soon,” he whispered again, his voice a soothing lullaby against the storm of your desire. “But not yet.”

And in the stillness of the room, with his hands and lips ghosting over your trembling form, you knew you could endure just a little longer—for him.

The soft glow of the candlelight flickered in the dim room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You sat on the edge of the bed, the delicate fabric of your lace dress whispering against your skin. John Price, your commanding officer and lover, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, an approving smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you.

“Ready for tonight, love?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip in anticipation. Price pushed himself off the frame and walked over, his heavy boots making soft thuds against the wooden floor.

He reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “You look absolutely enchanting, but you know the rules.”

You gulped, remembering the chastity device you wore. It was a reminder of your submission, a symbol of Price’s control over you. “I do,” you whispered, your heart racing.

“Good. I expect you to behave like the perfect little doll tonight.” His tone was playful yet commanding, and it sent a thrill through you.

With deliberate movements, he knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. “Do you remember how we talked about dollification? About embracing your inner doll?”

You nodded, recalling the way he had described the sensation of being his perfect little doll, molded and shaped to his desires. It made you feel vulnerable and exhilarated at the same time.

“Tonight, I want you to embody that.” His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers tracing the fabric of your dress, exploring the soft curves of your body. “You’ll be my little plaything, and you’ll do everything I say.”

“Of course, Daddy,” you replied, a playful smile creeping onto your lips. The title felt natural between you, one that signified trust and intimacy.

Price smirked, his gaze darkening with desire. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

He stood up, pulling you with him, and guided you to the center of the room. He retrieved a small box from the bedside table and opened it to reveal a collection of delicate accessories. Each item was meticulously crafted, designed to enhance your doll-like appearance: pastel ribbons, lace gloves, and a stunning pair of porcelain-like heels.

“Put these on,” he instructed, handing you the items one by one. As you slipped into the shoes, the heels elevating your stature, you felt a rush of confidence. Price watched closely, his eyes gleaming with approval as you transformed into his perfect doll.

Once you were adorned, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “You look exquisite. But I think we need to add one final touch.” He pulled out a delicate choker, adorned with a small key charm that symbolized your chastity.

As he fastened it around your neck, the weight of it settled heavily on you. “This is your reminder,” he said, his voice dipping into a low growl. “You’re mine, and only I hold the key to your pleasure.”

A delicious heat bloomed in your core as you met his gaze, feeling the familiar rush of submission wash over you. You felt both restrained and liberated by the choker, the chastity device a constant reminder of your shared dynamic.

“Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “I want you to stand perfectly still and remain silent until I say otherwise.”

You obeyed, standing tall and proud, your heart racing as you embraced the role he had created for you. Price circled around you, his presence both comforting and dominating.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “You look so lovely like this. Just a doll for me to play with.”

As he began to tease and touch you, every brush of his fingers felt electric against your skin, igniting a fire within you. But the chastity device remained in place, denying you the pleasure you craved.

“Tonight is about control, darling,” he reminded you, his voice a seductive purr. “You’ll learn to enjoy the anticipation. Your pleasure will come, but only when I decide.”

The sensation of being his perfect doll, crafted for his desires, enveloped you like a warm blanket. You surrendered fully, trusting him to take you on this exhilarating journey.

Hours passed, each moment filled with teasing touches and whispered commands. You felt a mix of frustration and exhilaration as he controlled your body and desires, molding you to his will.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back, a satisfied grin on his face. “You did well, my little doll. Now, it’s time to reward you.”

He reached for the key, and your heart raced as he unlocked the chastity device. The rush of freedom was intoxicating, but you knew the true reward lay in his hands.

With a knowing smile, he led you to the bed, where he would unleash all the pent-up desire, guiding you deeper into the world of dollification and chastity. Tonight, you would be his perfect plaything, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you both.

[bloodfreak-boyking]

i literally can't stop thinking about shifter!dean so i curse thee with a brain dump ficlet. cw for non-con groping & kissing

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"See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends, you could have a life," the shifter said, Dean's stolen face barely visible in the dim sewer light. His eyes flicked between Sam's, hurt and something unidentifiable swimming in them. "Me?" He leaned in closer, the space between them growing hot and humid. Sam could feel the shifter's breath on his cheek. "I know I'm a freak."

Sam scowled, glaring the creature down. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dean was a lot of things; a nerd, a jerk, disgustingly charming, but not a freak. That title was reserved for Sam.

A grin twitched across the shifter's lips. "Oh, you don't know, do you?" it said, amusement thick in his voice.

Sam knew he should ignore it, this impulse to get insight into his brother's mind, his thoughts and feelings that he kept held so closely to his chest. The thing would probably lie anyway. But Sam was never good at resisting temptation. "Know what?"

Not-Dean was suddenly straddling Sam's thighs, a lascivious smile on his face. Sam instinctively tried to move away, but the rope kept him from doing much more than squirming under the creature's weight. A low chuckle rumbled in its chest. "Dean here?" It shoved its hand between them, roughly palming Sam through worn denim. Sam tried to stifle a gasp, only half succeeding. "He wants you. Hell, he's wanted you since he was seventeen."

Sam felt frozen, shock making his limbs feel numb. Or maybe that was the rope cutting off his circulation, he couldn't really spare the brain power to tell. "Wh-what? No, you...you're lying."

The shifter leaned in closer, nipping at Sam's earlobe. "Oh, the things he wants to do to you." He ground his hips down against Sam's lap forcefully. "His sweet little Sammy."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam registered Not-Dean was hard. Another sharp bite, this time to the hinge of his jaw, had him letting out a startled yelp.

The shifter groaned against his skin. "God what he would give to hear you make noises like that." It grabbed a fistful of Sam's hair, yanking down on it hard. Sam, in an attempt to stifle a loud cry, let a pitiful whimper slip past his lips instead. The creature's eyelids fluttered shut. "Fuck, yeah, just like that."

Warm, plush lips were suddenly on him, sliding against his stock-still ones. Before his brain could send the message of no bad no, his own lips were moving. The shifter growled and pulled his head back further, drawing a gasp out of Sam and giving himself an opening to lick deep into Sam's mouth. A soft moan escaped Sam. What could he say? The thing could kiss. Dean could kiss.

It was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him. He twisted his head away, forcibly breaking the kiss. His heart was hammering in his chest and his stomach flipped and the worst part was, Sam couldn't tell if it was disgust or...

The shifter slowly stood, still trying to catch its breath. It reached down and grabbed one of their duffel bags, swinging it over his shoulder. "Well, it's been great, y'know, shattering your worldview and all," he looked Sam up and down once more, predatory, "but I've got a hot date with lovely little Becky."

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"Well that's 'cause you're a freak," Dean, the real Dean, teased from behind the wheel as Saint Louis disappeared behind them.

Sam snorted. "Yeah, thanks," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Well I'm a freak too. I'm right there with you, all the way."

"Yeah, I know you are." Sam looked down at his hands, twisting them nervously in his lap. The shifter's words bounced around his brain: He wants you. He shifted in his seat and bit his lip, the next part of the memory playing involuntarily.

Dean shot him a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "What?"

"Dean...um..." Sam readjusted in his seat again, the Impala suddenly feeling claustrophobically small. "Well, I, uh-"

"C'mon Sammy, spit it out."

"The...the, uh, shifter. It...well it...there's something..."

Dean shot him an annoyed glare "Sam," he admonished.

"Do you want me?" Sam blurted out, his face blooming scarlet and his skin too hot.

Dean's grip tightened on the wheel. A muscle in his jaw ticked. "What?" His voice was too calm, too measured.

"The shifter, it said you wanted me. It...it kissed me. Do...do you want me that way, Dean?"

Dean was clenching his teeth so hard that Sam could've sworn he heard his jaw creaking. His knuckles were white on the wheel and his face, where Sam expected to see fiery red skin, angry or embarrassed, was drained of all color. Dean didn't respond or even look at Sam, just turned up the radio so loud that neither could hear themselves think.

Sam's stomach was in knots again, and this time, it was worse: he knew it wasn't disgust.

[nerophobiic]

perv!bestfriend!kevin <33

cw: groping(?), somnophilia??(i'm not sure if it counts, better be safe though), dry humping, pillow humping, masturbation, oblivious!reader

around 0,4k words :)

he feels ashamed for being this way, but he just cannot help it. you're perfect in each way; smart, pretty, intelligent. you even have the same interests, how cool is that? and you also happen to be his best friend! he's not sure why, but if there's one thing he's sure about it's that he's happy that you are his best friend.

you tell eachother everything, well, almost everything. he couldn't just tell you that he had jerked off to pictures or that he had rutted against a pillow before, imagining that i was you, that'd be just plain weird and he probably would ruin everything. so he kept it to himself.

you had sleepovers, movie nights and you even were then when they had band practice. hunter thought you were okay, so he didn't mind. emily liked you, you didn't treat her different than others did. she was always happy when you came to practice.

when the two of you had sleepovers, neither of you minded sleeping in the same bed. no, you two even cuddled. because that's what normal friends do, right?

kevin always took this as chance, his hand always "accidentally" grazing over your chest & butt, mumbling "sorry's" that had no meaning in it but you didn't know that. hand when he was sure you were asleep, his hand rested on your chest. when it got too much, he stood up, careful not to wake you so he could make his way to the bathroom and masturbate.

one night something happened and kevin thought your friendship was over. he had a heated dream and was unconciously grinding against your ass, wich woke you up. as a result you woke him up, overwhelmed with what to do in such a situation. when he woke up and realized what happened, he started mumbling "i'm so sorry oh god" and "it'll never happen again i swear" and similiar things. as he continued to apologize you interrupted him; "it's okay, kev" you said. "what?" he stared at you in disblief. "it's okay." you said again "it can happen, and it's uh...not like you meant to do it." you averted your gaze, looking away from him. "b-but i just-" he started but you looked at him in a "i said, it's okay way" and he stilled. "y'know..." you started "i could, uh.. help you? if you want to, of course" pointing at his (obvious) boner.

[stuffedfullbabe]

Just had the thought. If you were to come into my home/hotel room and I’m asleep- either you dr*gged me or something. I’d probably be wearing an eye mask too if it was mid day. Maybe you record yourself doing all kinds of stuff to my sleeping body- maybe you record some of it that you’ll force me to watch months afterwards, maybe you won’t record any of it.

Either way- I’d wake up sore, with bruises all over, hickeys everywhere and the nastiest things you can come up with written all over my body in marker.

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Perhaps you decide to get rough with me- I’m still out like a light. You use me as you see fit and take pictures. Maybe you tie me up and leave me there to wake up to it later- maybe you do something worse- like fill my body with whatever you can fit into me (enema, catheter, inflation?). Maybe you use me and leave bruises and hickeys but when I wake up you claim that nothing happened and that I “must be imaging it. I see nothing different”

Maybe I wake up tied up under your desk and forced to keep my mouth on your dick. Already having been used for one or two releases.

[windydrawallday]

NECK KI-- that's Not a Kiss

For sure he learned it from [Swindle] x'D

[agaychaoticlittle]

need a mean mommy to squeeze my boobies knowing how sensitive they are and finger my pussy after leaving it throbbing 😍

[maddoxthemutt]

there’s somethin so finger lickin good about groping porn 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i was watching some n it’s a hour long video n i’m halfway through. i started touching myself n i came within a minute just bc he ripped her pantyhose n shoved himself in 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[thlayli-ra]

Drawing Scenes from my Fanfictions, from Break These Chains

'Knight had always assumed that you had to be asleep in order to have nightmares. However, as he slowly started to come to, he found to his dread, that he'd been very, very wrong!'

[stuffedfullbabe]

Thinking more about how you could honestly just park at the cidery/ the fruit stand at night, walk over through the cider apple fields (15 min walk max from fruit stand) and open my little trailer to see me laying in bed passed the fuck out. Lemme take a pic of this trailer and my bed

Like,,, my bed is right next to the door. Anyone could come in and do anything to me

[countercharmda]

Early sexy Sunday thoughts but it’s just about Ren’s butt and thighs. Lad is chonky

[giallogigan]

It's much too late to get away or turn on the light the spider man is having you for dinner tonight based on an au shared with a friend where the twins were Shamura's vassals with Baal still very hung up on Shamura even after they escape (While Allocer grows fascinated with the defiant twin)

[your-subby-creature]

Got a little wine drunk at the memorial day party and now I'm fuzzy and needy again, to precisely nobody's surprise

[sana-yan]

𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 (𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉) 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕿𝖆𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎 (Mar. 19. 1980)