#ungropeable

[p3q3oaxtfu]

Tattooed muscle gets electro punished Ricas tetas de mi esposa Hairy White Gay Guy Accomodating BBC in his Ass Desi couple enjoying in hotel room Fat aunty fucking and blowjob big boobs Cachorra safada Sentando no pau Busty anal MILF Alexis Fawx Pkf Wall Meat Necro Brunette angel with huge natural boobs is getting fucked hard Will you cum inside my ass if I ride you? Dp, anal creampie

[bewitching-666]

Oh soft witch how I Wish I could be groping and kissing your soft boobs in general all of you 😮‍💨😮‍💨🫠🫠

they are pretty ungroped & unkissed ngl

[milkygothgf]

Let me pet your head while I grope your tits

Then get over here my head is unpet and my tits are ungroped !!!!!

[cinnamon-phrog]

Saw you like one of my posts, glad you're still here even if it's just another day. Had me scared shitless worried

I had a lot I wanted to say but my laptop froze and reset again. And for the past few days I've had an awful headache and it's only now began to subside.

I've been coming on to try to reply to my friends because a staff member at my housing told me it's best I do so the sooner the better and I didn't want to worry people even though I already have, a lot.

I feel much safer now, although due to my situation and the staff at my housing not being able to leave the house, and my 'outreach support' worker being weird with what days she's free she'll ask me what day I personally want before tsking when I say for example Monday and say 'ooooooh I can't do Monday. How about all the way to Thursday' like girl you ASKED come ON.]

I've been feeling really tired despite getting eight or nine hours sleep and staying in all week. But I'm slowly getting less so the further I try to stop feeling so awful.

In my original version of this reply I wrote about everyone who hurt me. Without naming names. Because ever since I took matters into my own hands and found the courage to tell my old school and social worker what my foster carer was doing to me I've had this rage.

This feeling that these people have stolen something from me and I want to get it back by telling people what they've all done. And I'll finally get all those petty thoughts out because they've been stewing in me and I can only let them go if I write them down. I'll get embarrassed later but that's the point. If I cringe I move on. If people agree with me I feel closure. If people read it it I'll feel seen. Advice on how to move on is welcomed but not obligatory.

In getting removed from my foster carer who told me there was no way I could cross a street without holding her hand or being near her or ever have my own autonomy to going to places I want to go to on my own and living my own life almost as I want a piece of me I didn't know was taken has been given back.

But I can't get back at my school bullies. The 'friends' in school who ignored me and belittled me for their own gratification. I can't make the boys and girls who groped me simply ungrope me. Neither do I want them to experience what they did to me out of karma because it's a sick thought.

The proshit who thinks I give a shit can never take back what they said or undraw all the things they've drawn. For pretending to be my friend and giving me advice and telling me the world won't hurt me only to tell me they were a nonce all along. How can I have faith in the world when the only one to give me that faith turned out to be a monster. Who lashes out when they're not given attention AND when they're given attention. And stalks my account because now they claim to s/elfship with the trio and have stolen my 🚦🏠 tag [I have screenshots, posts, blogs, names, the lot. That can be another post if you're curious and I'm fully recovered]

No gatekeeper will ever apologise for standing 'by' me only to vaguepost that they hate people with similar or the same headcanons as me. In fact they're praised for it by even people I considered to be friends of mine.

My ex will never apologise for writing out my name in their public blog, after I'd been more or less a therapist to them. After they told me they had something 'special' planned only for it to be a huge google doc full of reasons why I made them want to kill themselves and how awful a person I am. They will never apologise because they didn't know I had no experience with these sorts of things.

I broke up with them because not only was I afraid of being bombarded with so much love was because I'd never been shown it. How I was always treated like a thing to be put away by 'friends' and my foster 'family' and so I learned to be soft. Malleable for you, for them. But I didn't want to be.

They'll never apologise for drawing Duck upset because I'm so so awful. For writing things like 'You could have had a second chance if you weren't like this, I'm poly, you and my current partner could have shared me' which is. Bonkers and petty.

My foster carer is the only person I've gotten closure from, despite her never saying sorry. For making me stay locked in my room all day, for making fun of my weight despite it being her fault, making me bathe once a week, now I bathe as regularly as I can. For calling me names and blaming me for things out of my control or for something I never did just to have someone to scream at. She'd come up with a disgusting reason and force me to write it down and her own reason why I wanted to do what she thought I did.

I am constantly told I shouldn't assume. Fuck you. I can't control that. I lived in a house where I had to walk on eggshells, in a school where I'd be humiliated but I was never allowed to retaliate. How dare you.

How dare my ex, and this one petty gatekeeping popular bitch use them taking their own life against me and blame me for how I feel. I can tell you right now you've flipped tis on it's head. But I'm living because unlike you I won't leave my friends and I actually bothered to take that step and make them.

How dare this ONE person on here pretend to be one of their own cronies and tell me I'll make them kill themselves because I had the audacity to ask if they were the same person who said if people see a fictional character as anything other than a foetus to get out of the d/hmis fandom. I still didn't get a no 'Hannah Montana' and I meant nothing as maliciously as you perceived me to be. I left college because of you. You broke my last bit of perseverance and now I have nothing. The last thing I wanted to be was someone who would want to drive someone to suicide and in saying that to me you've become someone who both proshit and I agree is a bitch. Despite me not agreeing with anything else and hating you both.

I'm told to let it go but I can't.

But if they all said sorry, and meant it, I still wouldn't believe any of them, and I wouldn't forgive them.

I've never had an apology, never a sincere one. But I always apologise, I always mean it. I've always had this earnest sincerity but nearly everyone I've tried to stand up against has such an ironic, pitiful outlook to the point where I nearly adopted it.

They all see themselves either so highly they're gods, how everything they do is so Out There and incredible [I'd almost envy them all if I wasn't feeling so sorry for them, and it didn't impair their ability to actually make friends instead of stewing in their own sour air in their own little bubbles] or so lowly it circles back to being egocentric. So afraid to change, made a step, even just a little one, out of their comfort zones.

And it's bled into me. But I refuse it.

I can't talk to my friends because I'm afraid they're like all of you. But I know they're not. But then again, I always assume the worst, don't I. Always. But can't you assume why?

But I'll try to talk more. Keep reaching out to me, a beg you. It helps so much and I am so grateful to have met such kind people despite all the awful people I've mentioned I've met.

I met my amazing R/ed D/warf mutuals not long after my ex gave me that glorified bible of every reason why I am awful for having left them. I felt horrible but you guys taught me I wasn't. II am not. And thanks to that I became more comfortable, I became more active in the s//elfship community because I gained more experience with people, getting me more friends. I'm still not as outgoing as I wish I could be but I promise you all that I love you /plat.

Even though people like me, I still don't like me. But it's still better than thinking nobody likes me.

I still have my hope and sincerity, and in writing this forb the past two or three hours I've felt so much better.

[tropicalscream]

another day another time my titties go ungroped/unsucked 😔

[gndr]

feeling severly ungroped rn whos gonna fix that?

[josies-not-suicidal-now]

fine, I guess I'll just go to bed in nothing but my boxers, ungroped, nobody even making a sligh comment about my butt

[creacherboygirldick]

The fact that my body remains ungroped in this moment is criminal. Someone come rectify this immediately

[alirhi]

Well. I greatly appreciate the guy at work who's into me 1) catching me when I tripped and almost fell and 2) not copping a feel while he did 😂 My head remains uncracked and boobs ungroped, and after the creepo earlier who tried to crawl into my car with me, someone being a decent human being is a nice change.

[thedemonconstantine]

Is beginning to look a lot like Christmas

( @misfitxbeggars​ | @adventurepunks​ )

An early Christmas morning saw John rolling out of his cot in the corner room of the Sanctum, dressed in tatty jeans and his favourite soft woolly white sweater to hiss up a storm by Zatanna’s room door.

“Pssst-pssst- Oi, yeh awake, Zee? Oi!”

John scratched at the door, afraid to knock in fear of waking the occupant in the master bedroom which was just next door.

“Get up, yeh lazy bum, afore we can’t make it in time!” He waited another moment and threw up his hands, opening her door all ready to pounce onto her bed when Zee’s bedroom turned out empty.

“Zee?” John whispered, taking a step in and only then did he pick up the scent of french toast and butter coming from downstairs.

She was already awake and making breakfast! John beamed and shut her door, taking two steps at a time down the stairs till he dropped to the first floor and skidded his way over to the kitchen in socks.

“Cor, tha’ looks scrummy it does! Gud morn,” John greeted Zatanna with a big smile, wrapping arms around her tiny waist from behind and he proceeded to smother her with lots and lots of messy kisses on her cheek, her neck, her ear and shoulder.

Yes, indeed! Leave no patch of Zatanna unkissed!

“Mmmn- French toast ‘n bananas? Kin i ‘ave extra caramel on mine?” Wheedle wheedle kiss kiss!

Grope grope!

Leave no bit of Zatanna ungroped either!

Oh dearie me, Zatanna seemed to have grown a John-shaped tumour on her back of sorts! 

Said tumour would have offered to help but he had his hands full with Zatanna. Mmm...so much meat<3

Grope grope grope!

[musherum]

want to be made of knives. too many bad people. want to dangerous to touch. dont want them to come near me. untouchable unfuckable unchokeable ungropeable un

[on-the-tide-of-empire]

Giving Them The Slip

O unseductive beauty

O intransient passion

O sexless goddess

O blinded attraction

▪️

Where are the poets

Who speak of the ample curves

Of unmotivated hearts?

▪️

Where are the sonnets

About the throbbing girth

Of a dear friend’s passion?

▪️

O unfucked flowers

O ungroped gorges

O unfisted fiddles

O unopened corsets

▪️

Consider this your song

A poem for the platonic

An anthem for the asexual

For heralds less hedonic

▪️

Bodies are still lovely

Beyond your fingertips

The forests just as majestic

If the trees don’t stand for dicks

▪️

O followers of Dr. Freud,

Feel free to fuck right off

Leave our symbology alone

▪️

Let us all embrace

Some ace aesthetics

And find beauty

Beyond the bone

[ladye11e]

Deception pt 16

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side.. 

Tagging @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @i-wontgivein @ermergerd517 @imakemyownblog 💕

If anyone else would like tagging, shoot me a dm 😁

Link to the full fic so far is Here.

You were up in your room pacing to and fro, stopping every third or fourth lap to stare at your phone on the bed. It had been two days since the mission, and you had still yet to call the voicemail number to let Gist know where the money had been taken to so they could retrieve it for Haytham. But the thought of having your voice recorded still unnerved you greatly despite his assurances, especially after what Connor had said. Knowing that you couldn't do anything here whether you chose to or not, you grabbed up your phone and jacket, running down the stairs and barging by Jacobs legs which were propped up on the counter while Henry was boring him to tears about some dried flowers.

"Hey! Where you off to in such a rush? Can I come with you?!"

You glanced behind you just long enough to see that he was looking up at you with pleading eyes, making you chuckle when Henry snapped the book he was holding shut as you opened the door.

"Out. And nope. Don't wait up!"

Walking through the streets vaguely while you still pondered on what to do about your 'other' assignment, you mumbled an apology when you bumped into a couple and nearly sent them flying while you were busy staring at the pavement. Learning your lesson and looking up instead of at the floor, you finally took note of your surroundings, quite surprised that you had inadvertently made your way to Tower Bridge. It was packed with tourists, and you needed time alone to think, so looking about to make sure there was no kind of authoritative people about, you began climbing one of the towers; scaling it with trained deftness until you reached near the top. You threw yourself to the side and leapt onto the walkway that connected the two towers and sat down with your legs dangling after checking there wasn't anyone else here, staring out into the distance.

The corner of your mouth curved as from all the way up here you could see the tips of red sails at the marina, but you soon frowned when your stomach suddenly started fluttering. You still weren't happy with the man after what he did to you, but there was a part of you that always felt completely the opposite; especially since that kiss had stirred everything back up again, regardless of how much you tried to ignore it.

Since when did everything become so complicated??

Irrespective of how you felt about him, it had nothing to do with whether you should let the Templars have the money or not, the only thing that could decide that is trying to determine what the Assassins would do with it. Your friends you trusted completely, but the masters and mentors? You knew they would do anything to get the upper hand.

You sighed and rubbed your face when a strong gust of wind hit you, making you shiver as you were way underdressed for being two hundred feet in the air. Swinging your bag around and pulling out your phone, you brought up the voicemail number and hit call before you changed your mind. You sat tapping your leg as only silence hit your ear, it seeming like forever had passed until you eventually heard a beep.

"It's at the corners of Cable Street and Mill yard, opposite the museum. And... I'd like a lift."

Hanging up as soon as you blurted that out, you gawked at the screen wondering what the hell possessed you to ask to go with them. Deciding that maybe it wasn't such a bad decision, after all, being on the yacht was way more preferable that being on a cramped plane, and it would also give you the chance to let Shay have his sword back. Shoving your phone back into your bag, you stood up and peered down below, looking for a suitable landing place to jump down from where you were. Spotting a small trailer filled with stuffed toys to be sold to the tourists for an obscenely high price, you stood up and spread your arms out, leaning forwards and letting yourself fall.

You always loved doing a leap of faith. For those few seconds spiralling through the air, it felt like every one of your worries were dragged away; leaving you with an absolute peace which is why you were giggling to yourself when you landed, not even caring that the vendor was screaming at you for squashing his merchandise as you jumped out. Given that you had nothing else to do today you thought you might as well wander about for a bit, maybe even some shopping now that you had a few pounds to your name thanks to Jacob.

After spending a couple of hours taking in the sights as you hadn't been here for quite a while and, laughing at the tourist's who were taking an outrageous amount of selfies, you eventually found yourself at Trinity Square Gardens. Apparently, your nose had led the way as your stomach started growling when you got closer to the burger vendor, which wasn't surprising considering dusk was beginning to loom. Buying yourself something to eat and drink and perching yourself under a tree away from the fair few people who were still about that were soaking in the last few rays of sunshine, you began devouring your food in record speed when you suddenly became ravenous after your first bite.

Feeling a lot better now that you had finished, you grabbed your napkin to wipe your hands with, cocking your head quizzically when you spied a dot of black ink on the corner of it. Usually, they were just plain white, so your intrigue got the better of you and you gingerly began to unfold it, looking around quickly to make sure that no-one was watching you when you saw that something was written on the inside. Satisfied that you were alone, you lay it out on your lap and smirked to yourself as you read the neatly printed handwriting.

We have what we wanted, sail at 3 pm tomorrow. See you then :)

Well no backing out now. You thought as you set to tearing the tissue up into the tiniest pieces you could manage before dropping them into the remnants of your drink. Glancing up to see that the food stall had now gone, you began to wonder just how many connections Gist actually had around here. Now all that was left to do was try to come up with a good excuse for Connor as to why you wouldn't be travelling with him again...

You were more than surprised when you asked Connor for some time off to relax now that the mission was complete, as you had expected him to either be annoyed or give you a lecture about how much more work there was still to be done. You had even planned out a good excuse, but you didn't need to use it as the second you'd opened your mouth and mentioned the word vacation, he was pretty much ushering you out the door before you changed your mind.

"It has not been nearly six year's since I've had time off!" You yelled, so Desmond could hear you on the other end of the phone as Connor had insisted on calling him to redistribute your work for the next two weeks.

"Desmond says you are correct, it is closer to seven."

Rolling your eyes when you could tell they were mocking you and calling you a workaholic during their conversation, you stomped up the stairs in a pretended huff, actually feeling quite thrilled at the prospect of getting some R&R. You had always ignored the mens comments of 'you work too much' and 'even Superwoman took a break once in a while', but when Evie had mentioned that you looked burnt out the other day, that's when you had considered stepping back for a bit. You guessed it would take about a week again to get back to Boston, but without any impending mission or dire circumstance worrying you this time you were damned sure that you were going to take advantage and enjoy being on the Morrigan with its many luxuries. As for the second week? You'd worry about that when you got back home.

"So, what are you going to do with your time off?"

Glancing up from packing your bag, to see Henry leaning against the door frame with a soft smile before walking over and handing you a pile of clothes that had been laundered for you, you shrugged your shoulders and pretended to think about it while you stuffed the garments in your bag.

"Not decided much really. Was thinking maybe taking a boat ride? I'll wing the rest."

You silently praised yourself for your quick thinking, so on the off chance someone did happen to spot you at the docks, they wouldn't be trying to figure out as to why you were there. Still, you would try to avoid being in that situation as much as possible. You stopped what you were doing for a second as Henry just stood there thoughtfully for a moment, before his face lit up when he had an idea.

"Did you know that Edward has just arrived? If it is sailing you want to do why not go with him? He could also take you back home."

Oh. Crap.

Grateful that you had gotten this information now and not later, you carried on with your bag and acted as indifferent as possible while you hoped that he hadn't moored anywhere near The Morrigan.

"Eddie? No ta, I'd like to spend my time off ungroped thank you! What's he doing here?"

"Hmm? Oh, just tying up a few loose ends and most likely to drink London dry with Jacob. Nothing for you to be concerned about I assure you." He chuckled.

Scoffing in agreement and squashing everything down in your holdall, you carefully wedged Shays sword on the top of it all and zipped it up, then checked your watch and saw that you needed to get going.

"Guess I'll be off then. Say bye to the others for me, and if you need me to dig you out of it again, you know where I am."

You grinned and winked at him as he rolled his eyes and shooed you away out the door, then groaned as you heaved your bag over your shoulder and started the short walk to the marina.

Pulling your hood further down to cover your face a bit more as you got closer to the dock; thankful that it had started drizzling so you wouldn't look out of place, you gasped and cursed under your breath when you spotted the Jackdaw on the opposite side of the pier, entirely in view of the Morrigan. You willed your feet into moving faster when you could see no-one obvious about, that was until you heard a couple of familiar laughs coming from almost directly ahead of you. Ducking behind a small stack of crates at the edge of the walkway just in time as Edward, Jacob and Connor rounded the corner; you pressed yourself up against the wood as much as humanly possible when their voices started getting closer.

Inching yourself slightly to the side by balancing on your tiptoes and shuffling across, you managed to peek just around the edge of the crates to see where they had stopped when you couldn't hear footsteps anymore. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure it was going to give you away when you saw they were about fifteen feet away from you; exactly in front of the ramp to board the Morrigan to be precise, Edward gazing at it thoughtfully. You looked up when you saw movement above, tugging your hood down when you spotted Christopher walking down the deck. His eyes widened when he saw you crouched down and huddled in a tiny ball, his gaze flickering away from you quickly when the three men stood further down caught his attention.

"Ahoy there friends! Is there something I can help you with?" He yelled, almost sprinting down the deck to attempt to provide a distraction for you.

Leaning to the side again so you could keep an eye and an ear out for an opportune moment to hide somewhere better until they were gone, it finally sunk in that there actually wasn't anywhere for you to go, not without being spotted anyway. Hoping that Gist had come up with some cunning plan, you held on to your bag as tight as you could and carried on listening to the conversation, mentally beating yourself up for making such a grave error in judgement.

"Just admiring your ship mate, don't see many with red sails."

"Ah yes, her previous owner was rather enthusiastic about them, they've grown on me now. I don't care for this weather we're having much, it seems like we're going to Get Wet!"

You looked around when Gist had said that last bit marginally louder, assuming that he was trying to communicate with you while still trying to be as discreet as possible. You swallowed hard when your eyes eventually roamed and stopped just to the left of you, a gap between the edge of the pier and the ship just big enough for you to slide down and into the water filling your vision. He can't be serious??! Resigning to the fact that you had no choice but to do what you thought he was suggesting, you pulled back and pressed yourself back up against the crate again, waiting for another instruction as what to do next.

"Mind if we come aboard and have a look? I'm actually in the market for something like this, and she is a beauty!"

Frowning as you knew Eddie well enough to tell he wasn't serious about what he had just said, you started to become even more panicked; if such a thing were even possible, as it sounded like he was probing at another reason to get on board the ship.

"Dreadfully sorry, maybe another time. I'm already late disembarking, in fact, I must Go Now!"

Taking that as your queue, you held your bag firmly to your chest and took a deep breath as you leant forwards, rolling yourself off the side and straight into the icy cold water quickly. You knew it was pointless opening your eyes to try and see underwater as you'd already observed it extremely murky, so you reached out with one hand until you felt the hull under your fingertips and kicked your legs gently, using it as a guide to make your way to the back of the ship. Slowly letting out a bit of breath at a time to prolong your ability to keep submerged, you tried to distract yourself from where you were by wondering which was worse. Drowning, or getting caught. Grasping the ladder at the stern to keep yourself immersed for as long as you could when you decided on the latter, you pressed your nose against your arm to stop yourself breathing in the water when you felt like your chest was being crushed tighter with every passing second that you were underwater.

At the moment you began to go dizzy; just before you felt like you were going to pass out and one last bubble of air escaped your lips, a hand gripped your arm firmly and dragged you up with incredible strength, pulling you onto the deck where you began choking and heaving in a desperate attempt to fill your lungs with breath again. Looking up in your oxygen deprived haze to see who had dragged you out of the water, a slight of a smile tugged at your lips when you saw a very distraught Shay kneeling down next to you, before you collapsed to the floor and slipped into unconsciousness.

[tropicalscream]

another day another time my tits go ungroped/sucked/played with ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

[thegreatjackal]

the pricing is ridiculous because there is no part of medicine that has been left ungroped by regulation

[weeklyhumorist]

HGTV Presents: Trump's White House Flippers

Trump speaks from behind his desk in the Oval Office:

“Listen, I feel really bad about all of you big babies getting so butt hurt about accidentally hearing me call the White House a ‘dump’.   In that moment, I was speaking as a slum-lord, and not as the President.    And listen, let me tell you, I’ve been a slum lord for quite a few years, so I know what I’m talking about.    The Obamas were hardly the first black family I’ve had to kick out of a living space, in other words.   You get what I’m saying here?”

“But, okay, fine.    Don’t get your panties in a bunch.   This place really isn’t that great!    Lots of changes to be made.    Lets take this room, the Oval Office.    A round room is stupid, and totally impractical.    How are you supposed to back your female conquests into a dark corner of your office if there are no corners?     I’ve had several attractive young interns manage to scamper away ungroped for just that very reason.    So frustrating!”

Trump now stands outside the Lincoln Bedroom:

“And this one… ugh.   I don’t even want to go in.    Why does this guy get his own bedroom?    He was assassinated while on the job!    Listen, no offense, but I like Presidents who aren’t assassinated.    You think that I don’t have folks trying to take a shot at me 24-7?   C’mon.   And yet, here I am.    So yeah, get rid of this room completely, turn it into a yoga jazzercise thing for Ivanka and her gal pals or something.”

Trump is standing in the entrance of the Situation room:

“This place…  don’t remind me.   A complete disaster.    Bottom line, it needs to be renamed immediately.    Listen, my people and I have a way of communicating with one another, it’s taken years to perfect.    And when I feel that old familiar rumble in my tummy, I tell my handler that I have a ‘situation’, and need to be taken to the nearest ‘situation room’.    That led to a bit of a misunderstanding, and quite an embarrassing moment or two for me personally.    I didn’t want to have to fire that room full of people, you understand…  but you can’t witness the President making a number two on the floor of the White House and be allowed to continue along as if nothing had happened.    Let’s move on.”

Trump now sits on a couch in the Treaty Room:

“Now this one, ugh… don’t get me started.    This is the Treaty Room, right?    But I come in here several times a day, and no treats.    Not even a fun-size Snickers bar… nothing.    It’s non-stop heartache and disappointment, which I know is something that the American people can relate to.   Get rid of it!”

Trump stands in front of the White House:

“Well, my people have told me that I’ve probably talked enough for now.    I’m going to microwave some pizza rolls and watch Ivanka and her friends do the jazzercise, because, you know… health and stuff is important.    Bye!”

  HGTV Presents: Trump’s White House Flippers was originally published on Weekly Humorist