#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 🤭

[sillystarpup]

are they even really worth it if they won’t let you leave the bed even though you just woke up so so tired that it’s hard to move and you reall REALLY need to piss

but they hold you instead, trapping you and begin to feel you up and touch you

their hands get to your sensitive groin and they touch and touch and touch you until you are a sensitive mess and you beg them to let you go because you are so close to cumming and are afraid of making a mess and they don’t listen and just keep touching and touching until you cum and piss all over

You cry of embarrassment and they just make fun of you and grope you while whispering sweet calming things in your ear for a minute before running you a hot bath and changing the bed while you rest

[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

[digenerate-trash]

GN PC | HE/HIM Kylar

Kidnapping | groping | drugging | noncon | rape |sickness non specific | vomit (not explicit) | force feeding?? | kylar stuff--

Nurse kylar-

It's dark when you wake up. The air is stale and the room is cold as you shift and stretch in your bed. Your throat is sore and your nose is stuffy as you reach over to your bedside to grab a tissue only to realize nothing is there...

Right... you weren't at home. This wasn't your bed but Kylars... or Kylar's guest bed? You don't remember what exactly he told you. The fog had settled in your head by the time he had led you back to his home. You explained to him that working jobs while running a fever was going to be a nightmare and he insisted on treating you himself He mentioned something about his parents being sick too... but again you couldn't remember the details.

Your skin felt cold as you sat up. It only took a moment of nausea before you were heaving over the side of the bed into a conveniently placed trash can. When you looked to the side of the can there was a water bottle and a small bowl containing some pills.

Kylar had thought of everything... it seemed he did care. The pills were easy to swallow and the water made you feel a bit better but as you laid back down you heard the door creek open-

Your body stiffened as he walked in. He looked over you carefully before he pressed a hand to your head feeling for your temperature. You weren't sure.

Kylars hands are cold... if you didn't know any better you'd assume he was as sick as you were.

"You look better today-" he says sitting on the edge of your bed. You could feel his weight pressing down. It's not too much but it's noticeable... you grunt a bit as you curl back up in the bed Kylar seems to understand as he gets up again

"I'll get you dinner in a couple of hours-" he says petting your head one last time, he lingers for a bit as if silently hoping for you to stop him before he exits the room again.

You're relieved has taken his hands off you. You don't feel like entertaining him while your stomach is in knots and you've got a headache that could kill a bear.

Within minutes you are asleep again. Blissful comfortable sleep. It almost seems rude when Kylar shakes you awake. Your head is pounding and your body aches like nothing else. Still, Kylar sits you up and presses a spoonful of soup toward your mouth.

He makes you drink down the soup he made. It's not good... you don't know if that's because you're not feeling good or because of years of lack of culinary experience.

He doesn't speak much as he forces the bowl of soup on you. He watches your throat as you swallow and if he's feeling daring he'll trace his fingers down your throat to feel you swallow every spoonful.

When you're done he seems pleased and he picks up the bowl and spoon and finally lets you rest.

You're startled awake a little later when you feel ice-cold hands groping you. Your body feels stiff all over and you've been stripped of your clothes blankets and sheets. You can hear Kylar panting against your neck as his thumbs scrape your nipples.

You squirm under him. Your limbs feel heavy and your head is thick with fog. You barely know what's happening as Kylar ruts against you.

"Close-" he whimpers into your neck he licks at you like a dog that hasn't seen its owner in years. His breathing gets more erratic as his body rocks against you.

You feel strange- even through the haze of fog you feel some amount of pleasure but nowhere near enough to get off. Kylar lets out a loud moan and you feel warm cum splatter your lower stomach.

Kylar pants as he sits up admiring his handy work. His eyes are crazed as his gaze meets yours. You can't move. Every part of you is too heavy for that.

"M-my love! You're a-awake!" Kylar says he sounds surprised but makes no move to get off of you instead he massages your body gently as if to soothe you before he scoops up some of his cum with his fingers.

"I thought the meds would last longer-" he remarks as you lay there. "I was worried about the dosage but you seem to be handling it well." Kylar smiles to himself as he fingers you gently with cum soaked fingers

you make a muffled sound but Kylar covers your mouth quickly. "No no- don't panic... you won't remember this tomorrow morning. You never remember the things I do to you- you're going to be okay"

still, you squirm and try to fight but whatever Kylar has been giving you has made you weak and compliant. You're no match for him in this state...

But soon you drift off again. Your body to tired to fight off anything...

When the morning light streams in through the window you stretch and yawn taking in your surroundings, The air is stale and the room is cold you aren't at home... you're in kylars' home... you think.

You can't remember...

[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.

[lovebytheknife]

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.

[you-can-reclaim-your-crown]

This as sukugo

[quoththe-ravenn]

Tidal Wave

So I said I was gonna do it, and I did it! I wrote a short about Sydney the Fallen. I was having the hardest time writing this because I haven't had a second to myself to really write, so the fact that I finished this makes me so proud, even though it is really short. TW: drugging, dub-con, groping, probably some other stuff that I'm forgetting about

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Library.

You stumble, pressing your hand against a wall you don’t entirely feel. I need to get to the library.

Colors wave in front of your eyes, making everything even harder to see.

How did this happen? Where were you before this? What were you doing? The memories are hard to make sense of, blurry as they are. You remember Whitney… and, a drink? Your head throbs trying to catch the memory that’s as slippery as water.

What were you doing again?

The library.

Right! There it is, across the hall! You.. just.. need.. to.. get there… A leg slips out and trips you just as you’re about to reach the doors. You land, hardly even feeling the impact. You’re just so tired

Laughter opens your eyes, and you can just make out a face above you. They’re talking- what are they saying? You feel hands on your chest- no, please don’t touch me!

But.. wait..

What’s happening?

They’re… running away?

An angel appears above you, silhouetted by the light above them. Who are you angel? Why did you save me?

A smile appears as you at last close your heavy eyes.

*************************************** ”... you… me…”

“Can… hear…”

“Can you hear me?”

Your eyes open at last, and you sit up in a panic. Where are you? What happened? Are you being molested again?

Looking around, you see Sydney, smiling at you smugly, his black hair tied loosely back in a ponytail, though the short strands are falling out at the sides. Though much better, you still see the edges of his body waving from the effects of the drug you must have been slipped.

“Sydney?” You slur, struggling to keep your eyes on him. “Where… are we?”

“The library,” he purrs, leaning forward and placing his hand lightly on your shoulder. The lightest push takes you to your back once more. “It is all you were talking about, after all.” His smug smile stays in place as he hovers over you. 

The hand on your shoulder now moves down, over your chest, lingering on your nipple. “Now that I have you here, what should I do with you, hm?” He teases, before pinching the bud in between his fingers.

You gasp, your back rising off the floor at the flurry of sensations this brings you. Your body sings, and you swear the colors in your vision are being controlled by this boy who usually brings you safety.

“Please, don’t-” you try to plead, only to be cut off by a moan.

Sydney only smirks, letting his hand wander lower, stopping at the hem of your school uniform. “Why should I? It sure sounds like you want me to keep going.”

A whimper meets him when his hand slips even further, your tongue unsure what to say as your mind fights itself for what it wants. When he gropes your sex, you mewl. “N-no, wait, I don’t know!” Are you sure you even said those words out loud? With the way Sydney’s movements increase in pace, you don’t think you did.

Your hips lift to meet his surprisingly skilled fingers, whining when he starts to slow. “No, wait-” 

“What was that, my sweet?” Sydney asks, working you slowly, sensually. “I thought you wanted me to stop?”

I do. Don’t I?

No, that can’t be right. The colors are singing to you in your head, moving to a rhythm that Sydney is playing with your body, and you’re not sure just what it is you want anymore.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes. You pretend not to notice how he was already undressing you before you had even spoken the words.

“Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t going to.” His smile is sweet when his body moves to engulf yours.

[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...?????

[saymio]

In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)

hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group

hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.

hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.

hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic

hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.

hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.

hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.

hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.

hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.

hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.

hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.

hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.

hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.

hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.

hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.

hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.

hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.

Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~