#noncon groping

[suicideassistance]

Groping your ass so you can't feel the needle pumping you with sedatives.

[haileykk]

Filmed this in my car, I'm pretty sure a group of guys saw :)

Going out rn, hopefully a stranger gropes me 🤭

[prettypuppysthings]

🐾

[and-i-love]

back now and not sick anymore 🥰 now I’m just laying here daydreaming of an icky perv groping me somewhere public 😔🩷

read the alt PLSS

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Jesper: A drunk guy went up to Wylan at the bar and full on grabbed his ass, and based on the look Wy gave him I was expecting him to say the most rude things anyone has ever said only to watch Wylan deck him right in the face

Jesper: It was amazing

[lovebytheknife]

NSFW

the “just let me use you” right before ignoring my protests and using me anyways, thrusting against me, using me like an object to hump and get off on, just a toy.

that was so fucking hot.

[prettypuppysthings]

hold my tits with ur hands daddy 🧸

[shortstaque]

kinda wanna go to a movie theatre and my seat be in between two much bigger guys, who keep finding excuses to touch me and brush past my skin until im a little flustered and then they take turns hugging and kissing me on the lips while I try to push them away to no avail, cooing at me to stick my tongue out for them and just squeezing me and tugging at my clothes until my tits fall out of my top ☹️☹️

[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."

...

"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.

[and-i-love]

I’m dying for some threats rn 🥺 imagine looking over and this is what you see 😶

[ineed2beowned]

I wish someone like this would find me someone who is the dominant type sexually aggressive will use me for personal and monetary gains enjoy watching as I pointlessly struggle but unable to stop what's coming the defiance in my eyes start to fade and in it's place shock and defeat my begging and pleading is music to you as I start to rage you use it against me while mocking me proving your point that I'm nothing more than animal and most animals have a purpose and I do not makes me worthless animal that's why your animals are above me and my worth is whatever you say it is you have a primal urge to make me prey and chase me forced intoxication, cnc play, rape play, gangrape play, impact play, fear play can be foreplay I want to be used abused humiliated and degraded to be broken and reshaped made into a 24/7 live-in free-use permanent sex slave passed around friends forced to do taboo things with each time proving more and more that I am owned I have no freewill that I was a complete fuck up and don't deserve any freewill that you're doing me the favor by controlling me and I owe you for breaking me and shouldn't be upset when I'm asked to do something and if you decide I need a tattoo or brand I should already know it's to keep me safe and how everything in my life fell apart shows that I'm to stupid that why you use my body or why pictures and videos are taken to make you money and that is just me paying my part that's why you also keep me restrained and nude so I don't hurt myself or others really no limits except for CBT and scat

[and-i-love]

pov: we’re roommates, you come into my room and this is what you see

hopefully I don’t get groped in my sleep 😉 and hopefully you don’t lift the blanket and see I’m not wearing panties 🫢

[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...?????