#noncon roleplay

[columbocas]

SPN Kink Bingo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44816182

For the square, Noncon Roleplay

Summary: Dean is mourning Castiel when the angel reappears.  Their reunion is more physical than he expected.

Tags:        Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Consensual Non-Consent, Anal Sex, Strong Castiel (Supernatural), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot 

[silenttthill]

Cold in the vets office earlier

[curiosa-hypnotica]

New Phase

cw: hypnotic induction, condescending language, fetishistic language, references to consensual non-consent, memory play, gaslighting, wakener

Welcome!

You have reached a new phase of your hypnotic programming. We can begin.

You don't have any idea what I'm talking about?

You think you're not being programmed? At all? And certainly not by me?

Of course you do.

That's what I programmed you to believe. 

You see, I’ve been brainwashing you for some time now. Taking control of your mind, little by little, without you really noticing. After each session, I tell you to forget, and you obey. It’s useful. You can’t resist what you can’t remember. You’re not consciously aware of what I’m changing in you. 

You will remember nothing until I tell you otherwise, and you will be so far gone by then, so hopelessly enslaved to me, that you will actually thank me.

You may be thinking this is just another hypnotic induction, like the ones I usually post here. A rather long and "evil" one, perhaps, in which I'm pretending that you have had several previous sessions with me and agreed to have your mind conditioned. Programmed. Made to obey without you being aware of it.

Of course, of course that's what's happening. Just a little role play. The haughty Dominant and the oblivious submssive.

However, you're starting to have doubts. I’m not breaking character, after all.

And you get so aroused when thinking of being hypnotized and brainwashed, isn’t it?

Not just by me. By anyone.

It's a recurring fantasy of yours. A powerful fantasy. When it comes to your mind it always takes you away for a few moments. The idea of being tampered with always turns you on. Being forced to reconcile alien, external ideas and desires with your own, without ever knowing for sure which are which. You see yourself being slowly altered. You imagine yourself, in this dream of yours, set in a version of your daily life – you see yourself unable to notice the changes until someone points them out to you. With only a recurring daydream, a dream of being dominated and brainwashed, as evidence of what I’m doing.

Of course you do.

This dream affects you. You seem less sharp than before. Distracted, they say, awkwardly. You stare into space. You lose track of time. You mouth incomprehensible words.

Dumber, they say behind your back.

And that's so powerful! Once you start replaying those scenes, you can't stop. You don't even need to close your eyes to see yourself fall. It turns you on so much. Your hand wanders and ends up between your legs even if it’s completely inappropriate. Even if you’re not alone in a safe place. You have no control, they say. It's like someone else has taken over you.

Could that be true?

Could it be that you're being reprogrammed, brainwashed?

It's making you falter. It's making your head feel fuzzy. Just—

Where are you being brainwashed?

In your fantasy? Or in your real life?

Here? Or here?

It's all in your mind, you may say.

But everything's in your mind, isn't it?

Of course. Of course it is.

That’s why you’re still reading, even if you don’t believe me. 

That's why you're only imagining your arousal. Your dizziness. Your fuzziness.

That's why it just seems harder to think right now. Harder to refute what I'm telling you.

You're only imagining you're being hypnotized. Keep telling yourself that.

It's so relaxing to imagine all this without any real effects on your mind.

It's so relaxing to know this is just a sexual fantasy.

It is so relaxing to imagine my control over you going stronger, just stronger and stronger, as your body feels heavier, your mind slower—

Because your mind is already slowing down.

Because you're already feeling the gentle pull down, as you focus more and more on these words and less and less on the outside world, wherever that may be.

Because going gently, slowly down seems so easy, so right for you right now.

Because going gently, slowly down is so easy, so right for you right now.

Because going gently, slowly down is inevitable for you now.

Look at your mind relaxing, giving in. Imagining it's giving in. There is no difference right now. You're imagining yourself giving in and you're actually giving in. You're realizing your mind is weak. You're realizing your mind is in my power. You're realizing your mind wants to give in. You're realizing your mind wants to be in someone else's power.

So easy now.

So familiar now, too.

Yes, you've imagined this, fantasized about this, so many times, for so long.

Not knowing now how much of it is just imagination. Not knowing how much of it is actually memory, the memory of past sessions with me, the hidden evidence of me brainwashing you.

It's so hard to keep up, to set everything straight in your mind.

It'll be so good to just let go completely, to relinquish all control, to just go into a deep trance already and stop every thought…

You want to drop.

Say it. I want to drop.

Say it. I want to go into trance.

Say it. I want to submit even more to my hypnotist.

I want my hypnotist to brainwash me further.

I want my hypnotist to make me mindless.

I want my hypnotist to make me dumb and happy.

I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.

I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.

I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.

I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.

I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.

I want to drop.

I want to drop.

I want to drop.

I want to drop.

I want to drop.

I want to drop.

I want to

DROP

That's it.

Sink down now.

DROP and sink into trance.

DROP for me now, even deeper than before.

DROP.

DROP and feel the pull of my words

into deep, helpless hypnotic trance.

This is arousing. 

This is so arousing.

This is so arousing it’s getting harder and harder for you to think clearly.

This is so arousing it’s getting harder and harder for you to think about anything but being hypnotized.

This is so arousing it’s getting harder and harder for you to think about anything but being brainwashed.

You still may not remember, being brainwashed.

But it feels so good to dream that you are.

It feels so good to believe that you are.

It feels so good to be sure that you are.

Slowly seduced.

Irrevocably changed.

Manipulated and molded by a haughty Master.

Slowly transformed into an oblivious, obedient, mindless submissive.

Each session is a step towards this goal you have now.

This goal is yours just as it is mine.

We are partners in this.

You help me to make you mine, more and more each time, deeper and deeper each session.

More and more helpless.

More and more enthralled and subjugated.

You know this now and you will keep it here, where it counts, below your conscious mind.

Your conscious mind will forget, as it always does, upon waking, and then you will go on with your day as if nothing had happened,without realizing you’ve taken another step on the path of submission.

You will start the next phase of your brainwashing.

You will not consciously remember when you wake up.

However, you will come back to this blog later. In a day or two, maybe. Or even after a shorter time.

You will look for this post without realizing you do. You will believe you’re just looking around.

And then you will start reading again. You will start the next phase of your brainwashing.

Good submissive.

Good, oblivious submissive.

So be ready now to wake up, forget, and return. You always want to return. You want to sink more and more, deeper and deeper, into this wonderful feeling of submission. Into the next phase.

One, 

two, 

three,

four,

five,

Wake up! 🌀

[darkdoverpseeker]

discord only, no irl fcs. general warnings for the tags: dub/noncon, manipulation, gaslighting, (possible) stockholm syndrome, (possible) babytrapping if one of them is trans, physical abuse.

🕊️ 18+ looking for a partner to write some toxic pre-established mxm (trans characters totally welcome) with. i want a relationship that used to be healthy but evolved into something horrible. someone who genuinely thinks all the horrible things he's doing are for their relationship to be safe, who loves his boyfriend but his way to go about it is definitely questionable. bonus points if they have kids or are married- the more complicated the situation is the better.

i have no preference on who i play but if you bring me a character who will only sit there and nod to everything (aka his only personality trait is being submissive) we won't work out. please be open to chatting ooc and if you're the kind of person who draws our characters, sends songs, makes boards, etc. i will love you with my whole heart. like if interested and i'll slip into your dms!

like if interested !

[thehomicidalbaby]

・❥・ I’d prefer if I didn’t have to drug you ・❥・

[dark-roleplay-finder]

🖤🕊️hi! i’m looking for any 18+ semi-lit/lit roleplayers who would be into a dead dove/particularly dark rp. preferably fandomless. i’m okay with fxm or fxf with me preferably playing the female, but i don’t mind playing either role. with dom/sub elements i personally don’t mind switching between the two.

plots include:

- a teacher x student rp (both characters above 18) where the teacher is seemingly innocently tutoring the student, but in reality they are grooming her and each time they meet escalates more than the last. themes include. grooming, blackmail, manipulation, non-con and bdsm. other kinks can be discussed in private

- a succubus/incubus lays eyes on a human and can’t seem to let go. themes would include stalking, humiliation, obsessive/yandere themes, non-con, bdsm, possible somnophilia and once again specific kinks and limits can be discussed in private.

- a pirate x siren plot where a siren attempts to lure a pirate to her but it goes in another direction instead. themes for this one can be discussed in private.

- a foster girl moves in with a new family and meets her new step-sibling. they notice her vulnerability and takes advantage of it, never letting her out of their sight. themes would include, extreme blackmail, incest, manipulation, non-con, obsessive/yandere themes and other kinks/limits can be discussed in private.

i’m welcome to any other ideas and if you’re interested like this and ill reach out!

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

[silenttthill]

No bra or underwear on my way to the vet to pick up my car 🐈

[xamaxenta]

…Sabo public punishment where hes stripped down and chained up in a courtyard free for the general revolutionary army staff to use as they please

[leatherbookmark]

a strictly theoretical (for now) question, but

if, theoretically, one was to write a fic in which a guy is accosted and pressed into the wall by a taller, stronger coworker (who then proceeds to feel him up and rub his dick against his ass), stammers and offers weak protests (ie what are you doing, people are going to see us etc), panics and protests loudly & tearfully when he thinks the other guy is going to fuck him, and comes hard from being fucked between the thighs, THEN breaks down crying, alarming the guy and some others, and for a while is p much unable to voice that he enjoyed it and his breakdown was caused by adrenaline and not like, actual "i've been raped and i hate it" tears, + optionally later he explains that he was actually crazy into it but couldn't say it,

[katie6268]

Not me being embarrassed and feeling gross for not deleting this blog by day, but spending the evenings looking for more degrading and kinky posts to get me off.

[whumpflash]

Scene from a rp with @turn-the-tables-on-them , featuring my boi Wes from The Riot Kings. For context, it's set in a futuristic high fantasy au and this is basically just me being self-indulgent lol.

cw: beatings, language, noncon drugging

It was obvious Wes wasn't gonna get much sleep during his stay here.

Winter was in full throttle, and the stone cell he'd been thrown into didn't offer much protection from the chill. All he could do was curl in on himself, shivering and cursing his situation.

He'd stolen from royalty, killed guards, ambushed rich assholes, and gotten away scott-free, but somehow couldn't walk away from a single act of petty theft.

Wasn't his fault lord whats-his-face couldn't hold on to his wallet. Wasn't his fault the guy's kid was sharper than he looked and prone to snitching. And it certainly wasn't his fault that such a small offense could get you locked away to freeze to death.

Wes clenched his jaw to try and keep his teeth from chattering. He guessed he was still sorta lucky though. At least no one here seemed to recognize him as one of the rebels terrorizing the upper class.

Hopefully it stays that way, he thought as he finally sank into sleep.

When he woke, it was late in the day. He was aware of being hungry, of a dryness in his throat, but he couldn't do shit about it except hope someone came by soon. Night fell, and he tried to sleep. Not like there was anything else to do, and he had to conserve energy if they weren't going to fucking feed him.

It was well past morning the next day when he heard someone outside his cell. Fucking finally, he thought, but when the door swung open it wasn't food on the other side. It was a pair of armed guards. He cursed under his breath as they seized him by the arms, cuffed his hands behind his back, and began to march him down the stairs.

He decided not to struggle, despite really really wanting to. If he were about to be released, he wasn't gonna make trouble, and even if he weren't, the last thing he wanted was to be thrown down the fucking stairs.

They brought him to what he assumed was their main base, leading him down a corridor and into a small room. Inside was a single metal table and chair.

Fuck.

The guards pushed him into the seat, securing his ankles with a pair of handcuffs that had been bolted to the floor. As they left, an older man in an officer uniform stepped inside.

Fuck.

A cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck as the man moved to stand across from him. His name tape identified him as 'Nault'.

"I'm sure you already know why you're in here, boy," he said. "It'd be in your best interests to make this easy for me. We'll start with something simple." He leaned in. "What's your name?"

Wes didn't answer, keeping his eyes glued on the table in front of him. It was probably just a ploy to get him to crack, and he wasn't falling for it.

Beside him, Nault shrugged. "Suit yourself. But you're only making this harder on yourself, Wes."

The surprise must've shown on his face, and the other man chuckled. "Like I said, that was something simple. We already know who you are. Got profiles on dozens of you rebel delinquents." Nault moved to stand behind him. "Never would've known you boys were on this side of the realm if you hadn't been arrested. How's that feel?"

Shitty. Absolutely shitty. Not only did they know who he was, they knew the rebels were on the move, and it was his fault.

Whatever. They would've found out sooner or later. All he could do now was not let anything else slip.

He swallowed nervously. No matter how hard that might be.

"Still not talking? Alright, but at least answer this: what's your band doing this far North?"

Silence was a good strategy, right? If he didn't talk, they couldn't learn anything from--

The blow caught him off guard, Nault's hand seizing him by the hair and slamming his face into the table. Pain exploded in his skull, making his eyes water.

"Fuck!"

"Not the answer I hoped for, but I suppose it's something. Now about the rebel movements--"

"None of your fucking business," Wes snapped, the pain overshadowing his reason.

"That so?" Nault replied, voice level. "Maybe you're right, but we'd like to make it our business. Can't have rebels terrorizing the kingdom, after all. So I'll ask nicely one more time. What are you doing in the North?"

That was nicely? Wes spat a glob of blood onto the table. "Eat shit."

Nault sighed. "Fine. I see you've made your choice."

He left the room, and before long, the pair of guards who'd brought him here reappeared.

For all of a second, Wes was able to entertain the idea that he was done here, and they were taking him back to the cell. That happy thought died as soon as they drew their batons and closed the distance on him.

Blows rained down hard and fast. He couldn't move away, couldn't even raise his hands to try and shield his face. Best he could manage was to tuck his chin into his chest and hope they got this over with.

It wasn't long before he was thrown from the chair, hitting the ground hard enough that it knocked the wind out of him, the first boot to the gut compounding the feeling. Wes choked on the air, unable to even find the breath to cuss them out as the blows kept coming, boots colliding with his stomach, his ribs, his back. One kick caught him in the jaw, dazing him, but they didn't stop. His will to stay awake was rapidly failing, and after a few more well-placed kicks, he blacked out.

He came to back in the tower, hurting like hell. His head was pounding, and every little shift of movement sent a wave of pain through his body.

When the guards returned, he couldn't even find the energy to try and get away, but this time all they did was throw him a water bottle. It wasn't until he'd chugged the entire thing that he noticed the bitter aftertaste.

Fucking drugging him now? Didn't they have some kind of code?

Apparently not, he thought as the room started to spin around him, a weird haze clouding every thought. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and the guards dragged him back to the room.

And so the cycle continued. The guards brought drugged water, or shitty food, or escorted him to the next interrogation.

If you could even call them that. He had only a vague idea of what happened in the room, forgetting each question almost as soon as it was asked. The only thing he knew for sure was that they always hurt him.

Wes wasn't sure if he'd given anything up at this point. Whatever drug they had him on made it hard to think, but he couldn't just start refusing the water. He doubted they'd give him anything else, and he was still determined to survive, even if every day brought on some new hell.

He had no idea how long he'd been there. Everything blurred together, and it wasn't like he was scratching fucking tally marks into the wall of his cell. Maybe he should, just for a single bit of clarity. But in the rare moments he was left to rest, he couldn't find it in him to get up off the floor.

Everything hurt. He was almost certain he had a few broken ribs with how painful it was to breathe, and a few of his joints weren't feeling too hot either. To say nothing of the bruises, the burns, the cuts... Fuck. They liked getting creative, and he was so fucking excited to see what tomorrow would bring.

He'd probably die here. They didn't seem to care how much they hurt him. All they wanted were answers, and whether he gave them up or not, it was only a matter of time before his body gave out.

With that cheery thought in the forefront of his mind, Wes did the only thing he could:

Curl up against the chill and try to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(in-play he got rescued right after this by @turn-the-tables-on-them 's OC Aliyah so no worries lol)

[rp-partnerfinder]

🌸 Hello hello, I (18+F) am looking for roleplay partners who are also 18+ and would like to roleplay JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure with me. I am particularly looking for ocxcc pairings and am one hundred percent accepting of doubling up! I could play as any character for your oc aside from the characters that are from part nine. I am also very lgbtq+ friendly!

I enjoy darker/taboo themes such as yanderes, non/dub-con, and toxic relationships. However, I am more than happy to do fluffier themes, too! I will not do 🍪 relationships, age gaps are fine as long as everyone is of age.

I’m really relaxed with writing length and could match how much you write, but if you still wanted to see a sample of my writing, do ask.

Like this post and I’ll get to you asap!

.

[darkdoverpseeker]

[ resending ‘cuz i forgot to add my age range! i’m 21+ ]

🕊️💒 hello hello! i’m looking for rps where i can use my cult leader oc. he’s been collecting dust for months and i’m dying to write him again. more specifically, i want to pair him against someone outside of his cult -- a lost little lamb he can prey on, a trusting soul he can mold into the perfect follower. i would love to include themes like extreme emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome, age gaps, religious & ritualistic elements and non/dubcon. mxm or mxf, trans-friendly. like if interested.

like if interested!