#hardcre

[iamdangerace]

Sitizen @ Liar's Club Chicago

[felopunk]

Pig Sweat - Don't Panic (Full Album)

[basslinegrave]

reading a yaoi doujin would heal me again but i dont wanna go blindly into something awful i just want some cute BL oh man..

ig im gonna reread midnight rain i forgot whats it about i hope it didnt end badly

[impala-dreamer]

Lesson Learned

SPN FanFic

~When you mouth off at Castiel after a long day of him being a jerk, things get a little...rough.~

Castiel x Reader

1,830 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Dom!Cas, sub!reader, Grace!Kink, Punishment, Bondage, Suspension, Whipping, Edging, Begging, Grace used in very unholy ways, fluffy finish.

A/N: This stands for my Dom!Cas square on @spnkinkbingo, and was commissioned by the lovely @mariekoukie6661. Hope you and everyone reading enjoys :) If you can leave some feedback, it’s much appreciated ;)

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“You.”

His voice echoed through the War Room, stopping you in your tracks as you tried to leave his presence.

“What!” you hissed, turning to glare at him over your shoulder. He was being an asshole; recklessly screaming at anyone who came near, refusing to listen to reason, ignoring your help. You were furious.

Not as furious as he, apparently. The tone in your voice seemed to flip a tiny switch in his mind, and blue eyes turned fierce as they narrowed in your direction. “You, stay.” The command was full of gravel and ire, but you pressed your luck, turning your nose in the air as you spun back towards the door.

“Screw you, Castiel.”

He was on you in a heartbeat, big hand curling tight around your upper arm. He leaned down, cracked lips pressing to your ear. “What did you say to me, girl?”

Your throat was as tight as his grip, but you held your ground. “I said, screw...you.”

The tips of his fingers burned through your shirt sleeve, blunt nails digging into your flesh. He exhaled slowly and you felt your mouth run dry.

“Bedroom,” he seethed. “Now.”

Defiance clicked your tongue. Disobedience moved your lips. “Or what?”

You refused to look him in the eye, keeping your gaze straight ahead, mentally counting the steps to the bedrooms. Castiel’s stern stare bore into you, every slow blink threatening to rip you apart. Underneath the fancy suit lay a rocket whose fuze was about to run out.

He let you go, taking a walk around you instead. You crossed your arms and kept your head up, sucked your teeth in annoyance, all the little things that by doing dug your hole even deeper. You knew what you were doing, of course, but he had been acting like a dick, so he needed a little reset.

Unfortunately, the only reset button that was to be pressed, was yours.

“Do you truly wish to continue this behavior?” he asked, almost calmly, just a hint of fire on his tongue.  

You puckered your lips and shrugged, finally turning to look him dead in the eye. “Go fuck yourself, angel.”

Of all the things you had done in your life, not many, even the bad ones, held regret.

Telling Castiel, Angel of the Lord, Warrior of Heaven, to go fuck himself became one of the rare things you wished you could take back. In fact, if a crossroads was anywhere nearby, you’d be selling your soul for a do over.

To subdue your sass-laced tongue, Castiel had fit you with a tight leather muzzle, complete with rubber ball stuffed roughly between your teeth. You could do little more than groan around it, and you did so with as much attitude as you could inject into your wordless curses.

Castiel gave your harness a random tug as he walked around you, jerking your head backwards a bit, just enough to elicit a moan.

“Have you learned your lesson, girl?” he spat, stepping around to look you in the eye.

You mumbled as much of a ‘No’ as was possible, and a line of hot drool fell from the right side of your mouth.

“Pity.” His eyes burned as he reached out to grab your cheeks in one big hand, turning your face until you had no choice but to look at him. “You will.”

You struggled to pull away, but Castiel knew you better than anyone else and had rigged a nice punishment for you. Your hands were cuffed together with cracked black leather and suspended high above your head by heavy ropes that met at a single hook in the ceiling. The ropes pulled you upwards, lengthening your spine and forcing you to stand on the balls of your feet, no easy feat for a hunter who usually spent her time in flat hiking boots.

Another muffled snip from you and Castiel shook his head, backing slowly away. He kept his eyes on yours until he hit the seat across the room.

“What am I to do with a stubborn little brat like you?” His lips curled in a sinister grin as your bare legs began to shake. The muscles in your calves stung, and your toes ached. “I thought we’d beaten all the back talk out of you a long time ago.” He blinked slowly and your breath stopped. “I guess we’ll have to do it again.”

Castiel licked his lips and sent a wave of Grace to attack you, striking your back like the hard crack of a whip before flooding into you with a soothing warmth. Your body jerked and then instantly melted, confused by the pain and comfort of the action. Another jolt and your eyes rolled back.

“You’re going to remember the things you’ve been taught,” Castiel said quietly, sitting with his arms crossed, one finger tapping his chin. “You’re going to remember what it means to be my good girl, and then maybe we can forget your little...misstep today. Although, I rather like seeing you all tied up like this.”

The sapphire of his eyes burned bright for a split second and you felt his touch deep inside your pussy, filling and stretching with a mind numbing heat. You moaned pathetically, your shoulders trying to drop, but not getting very far. As desire started to drip down your thighs, Castiel’s touch vanished and the Grace struck you again. The whip was harsh but the pleasure was intense, wrapping around you like a heavy kiss after each strike.

Before long, your knees were useless and your arms began to bear the brunt of your weight; hands desperately grabbing onto the ropes as you tried to ease the strain on your arms. Weak, sloppy, and dangling, the onslaught continued. Lightning followed by bliss, over and over until your chest was soaked with your drool and your cunt leaked like a faucet.

Castiel watched closely, diligently monitoring your vitals and your aura, but it wasn’t necessary. He knew exactly how much you could take and ignored your whimpering cries as his Grace worked on you.  

Finally, you could take no more and your body slumped down, wrists snagging on the cuffs, head dropping onto your chest.

“Twenty minutes, not bad,” Castiel praised, impressed by your stamina.

Quickly, he stood up and opened your cuffs, carefully bracing you against his firm body as the leather let you go. You fell into his arms, head rolling uselessly against this chest. You groaned but Castiel soothed you with a kiss atop your forehead as he hoisted you up.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he whispered as he arranged your tired limbs on the bed. A flutter of eyelids was all the response you could give and Castiel placed his hands behind your head, fingers toying with the muzzle clasp. He leaned into you as he reached and your mind filled with his scent. The wind before a summer storm, sunshine on fresh grass, it invaded your senses and your body ached for him.

“Are you ready to speak to me properly, girl?”

You nodded helplessly and looked up with darkened eyes; lust pushing away all thoughts of muscle strain or the bright lines that surely covered your back.

“Good.”

The pressure in your jaw finally eased as Castiel slowly pulled out the gag and you gasped in relief.

“Thank you, Sir.” It almost hurt to speak, your tongue too tired to move properly.

Castiel fit himself snugly between your legs and braced himself above on his arms, loosened tie dipping down between your naked breasts. “How are you feeling?” His tone had softened, but the annoyance of earlier was still there.

You chose your words carefully. “So wet and so very sorry, Sir.” You wiggled against him; wet pussy on sleek trousers.

“Sorry for what?” he hissed, eyes glowing with dominance and Grace.

“I’m...I’m sorry for…”

The Grace swirled around your nipples, tickled at your clit, swam into your mouth, distracting every word as it struggled to leave your lips.

“For t-talking, talking back to you…oh, God! For m-m-m… Mouthing off. For disobeying!”

Pleasure was revving inside of you like a Harley engine and Castiel had his hand on the throttle.

“I’m sorry!”

Right at the edge, everything stopped. Grace retreated and you could breathe again, although faster and louder than you should have.

“Please, Sir. Please…”

Castiel rocked his hips forward just an inch and you bit your lip to keep quiet as your pussy instinctively rubbed against him.

“Please, what?”

You reached for his belt, desperate to feel him, but he slapped your hands away.

“I asked you a question, girl,” he sneered. “Now, answer me, or back up you go.”

“I...please, I need to cum, Sir!” It all came tumbling from your lips on a heavy exhale and you wiggled against him harder. “Please fuck me, please!” You clawed at him, clutching his tie in both hands, and Castiel growled.

“Is that what you need, Little Girl?” he asked, grabbing both of your wrists in one swoop of his left hand and pinning them above your head. “You need to be fucked back into submission?”

Your eyes rolled as his breath hit your lips. “Yes, Sir. Please…”

“Nasty, foul-mouthed human,” he spat as he shoved his free hand down between your bodies to open his zipper.

“Fuck me, Sir. Please!”

“Nothing but a begging slut, aren’t you?”

He drove inside without hesitation and you cried out in reply. “Yes, Sir!”

Castiel dipped his head and kissed you hard, swallowing down your passionate screams as he fucked into you, quickly taking you right back to the edge. When he felt you tighten, when your heart began to race in a flurry of beats that only his angelic ears could hear, he sent out one final wisp of Grace to push you over, the Heavenly warmth filling every cell and fiber of your corporeal being.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he whispered gently, stealing another kiss from your trembling lips. “Do it.”

The hook on the ceiling sat unused, but your eyes were locked onto it, remembering all the delicious torture you’d just endured. You shivered at the memory and snuggled into Castiel, thankful that he’d finally shed his clothing to allow you to sleep against his skin.

“Sam’s not gonna be happy if he sees you drilling holes into the walls and stuff,” you teased with a small yawn. “He gets cranky about ‘preserving history’ or whatever.”

Castiel laughed gently and kissed the top of your head. “I think I can handle Sam.” His strong arms pulled you closer and you melted into him, nuzzling in the crook of his neck. “Are you feeling alright?”

You hummed positively and gave him a quick kiss. “I am.”

“And have you learned your lesson?”

A shiver crept down your spine as you looked back up at the hook. “Yes, Sir,” you confirmed quickly. “Lesson learned.”

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[emotionalhardcore]

HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM </3

[dreamsandflowers]

[ogeeitsme]

We’re pickng our lips again, u kno wht that means :,,,,,,^))

[mychemicalaromanticism]

tbh if u “miss leathermouth” just. listen to the used

[redpandapanic8]

I had this idea for like a Dear Evan hansen AU (if you could call it an Au)

first off It’s gay so jot that down.

But So here it is

A teen girl (Imma call her Evie so I don’t have to play the pronoun game but it isn’t necessarily a genderswap)

she Is basically invisible in the shadow of her Senior older brother. He’s the highschool quarterback, footbal star, most popular guy in school. He even has fucking great grades and is considered an all around decent guy.

He just never acknowledges her. like ever. he talks to her at home only when he has to and nobody at school even knows they are siblings. She hard core resents him for being so good at everything when the only things she’s good at is pissing off their parents and being invisible.

But the worst of it, the real kicker is, the girl Evie is absolutley in love with, has a secret crush on him, just like every other girl in the school.

but then Evie’s brother goes off to college and she thinks finally people would forget him like they do with all the previous graduating classes. But no. The school acts like he’s died. She can’t even get away from him when he’s left for college. 

meanwhile, Evie’s crush, We’ll call her Zoe like in DEH. She’s been made Drum Major of the band and is really struggling. They’re really struggling to get funding for new uniforms. Well. Evie over hears Zoe and her band friend talking about this and then one of Zoe’s friends says something like, “Oh but I bet if the schools old golden boy asked, we’de have them delivered in a week, just like when the football team got new jerseys.” the girls giggle and walk off but Evie wants to find a way to help. Later that evening when evie is at home, there’s a ltter in the mail from her brother. He had to write a letter as part of a project for an old fashioned professor. but when their mom puts the letter on the fridge next to a grocery list that Evie wrote, she mentions howw similar their handwriting is. Her dad makes some comment about, “if only they were more similar” at which Evie rolls her eyes but gets an Idea.

She fake writes a lettter from her brother to the principal. in the letter she writes about how the schools moral must be down because he’s gone, but his sister mentioned the bands old uniforms and if the band had some shiny new uniforms then they could have something else to be proud of and it’d lift everyones spirits.

This works and just like the friend joked, they have new uniforms within the week.

The band is really pumped and everyone hear about this generous deed. but they are also like, “I didn’t know he had a sister”

a few weeks pass and the excitment is just starting to die down when Evie over hears from her only friend that the drama department need a better budget for the play theyre putting on. so she gets to work on a new letter from her brother when she gets caught by said friend. She says that she sounds nothing like her brother and she’ll need to improve it to be belieable. 

They work together to pull off this hoax where every few weeks the golden child send a letter saying how he’s doing to the principal and hints at how this school club that his sis mentioned to him could use some funding. and every single time it works.

But this weird side affect is the people actually realize that Eveie is Golden boys sister and she gets super popular. Teachers start letting her off the hook, people are always begging her to write about their club to her brother so hopefully they can get new stuff. 

But importantly Zoe takes notice. and this is where Evie sorta lies and says well, bro doesn’t mention it in the letters to the school but he has asked about you, you know, in his personal letters to me. He regrets not getting to know you more when he was here.

cue slightly different version of if I could tell her. Zoe here’s the love in Evie’s voice but at first mistakes it for her missing her brother. 

But then the new starting qb gets upset because he cant get popular because no one will get over Evie’s dumb brother. He somehow finds out the letters are faked and exposes everything. Maybe he actually gets a hold of her brother and invites him down for a special event. 

anyway everyone, including zoe, find out and she says some big speech about how they had raised allthis money for these extra carriuclars just because they thought this one person wanted them to and they spent all this time believing in this one person when she should’ve believed in each other. 

everyones upset but they srta see her point.

her brother sorta says something about how he didn’t know she had this in her and she says well you never took the time to know me did you. he says your right, can we start over. and they do that cheesy thing where they introduce themselves like strangers.

But then Zoe confronts her and says, “So I’m assuming your brother never wrote you things about me” and she just nods ashamed

“So all that stuff you said, all those nice things, they were just a lie, some ploy, and for what? to make fun of me? to get back at me for never noticing you”

“No! They weren’t a lie. But they weren’t the truth either. They were, but what I mean is, i’m sorry, but my brother never felt that way about you.” and she takes a shakey breath and says, “I... I did.” and Zoe takes a step back. and she blushes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied. I only wanted to help you get uniforms for the band. But then i saw I could help all the underapprciated clubs, and I got overzealous. I, I never thought it’d come to this. I never meant to hurt you” Zoe is in shock and sorta stares at Evie but then a crowd of angry prople come up and demand answers seperating them.

after everything clears up Zoe talks to evie and says,” I’m still not sure how to feel, but how about we start over.”

and Evie says, “yeah, I’d like that.”

[ethotv-archived]

impulse thinks most people wont watch all 3 streams little does he know i dont have a life

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[9roswell]

HARDCRE KINNING DEET DARKCRYSTAL AT THIS TIME

[stigmata-core]

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[kaitene]

metal hardcre

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[ogeeitsme]

Best of luck to you all. I can’t begin to imagine your current situation but sending as much support as I can here to let you know that hopefully things turn out alright. You deserve that, you all do. I hope things start getting better, even if slowly and slightly, may they get better at all.

Hey i kno thise ws sent a whle back, b its rlly nice 2 reread thise somtms,, so ty :,^/

As an upd8, thngs Hav gottn bttr! so we’re not in the Mega Super Isol8ion 2: Electric Boogaloo anymor, b the dad’s got som, aftrmth complic8ions n the mom’s bein a nightmre again skdhsjkd its VRY WEIRD like, untl nw i guess we wnt b able 2 explain hw everyth is <:^)

Like, i even notcd tht whn i talk abt tht time wher we were in,,, supr mega self isol8ion, we cnt explain it rite EVER nor cn we nme it proprly,,,, i jst sy “That Time”, b thers so mny times!! Hw cn we b specfc w/o syng Super Isol8ion 2? :^( o well akdhkshd

(tw disordrd/unhealthy eatng) I jst do not rcmmnd gettng supr isol8d <:^) we ddnt eat vry well, like, full on skppng meals bc of the hardcre fear, its a NIGHTMRe we get, flashbcks we thnk abt that entire mnth n our brain goes haywire n deep fries itslf n we strt goin nuts emotionlly bc tht ws wy 2 mch, it ws insne, humns r not meant n r not built 2 handl prolongd stress every singl dy!! N were alrdy stressd everydy, b tht ws, vry diffrnt kshdkd ^^;

ANYWY, thnk u again 4 the ask,, tbh thank u 2 every1 visitng thise blog n who wishes us wll ,,,, we rlly appreci8 it

We wsh we cld sy thank u 2 every1 mor thn jst w words b i hop thise cn b engh 4 nw 2 shw tht we rlly mean it <:^) thngs hav gotten bttr sinc our blurry art! Whch ws when u snt thise ask, so it did com tru. Its not perfct, b hey!! We got thru tht :,,^0 sniff