#hardcore kinks

[undead-succubus]

~Very Hardcore Kink Warning~

A while ago I came across a video of an anime girl getting her clit ripped out with pliers and eaten by another girl while she was bound to a table unable to escape.

Oh. My. G o d.

It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever watched and I’ve came countless times to that video imagining doing that to a poor, helpless girl. Fuck I’m riling myself up writing this.

Thinking about how she’d beg me to stop, “please no, stop, it hurts, please no no no no no” as I pull harder and harder until everything gives and it slithers out of her like a sinful little worm~

And then I’d get to see and hear her break from the pain and realization that she’ll never get to cum again and now she’s just a pathetic toy for me to use that’ll n e v e r feel pleasure again~🩷

*sigh* what a perfect fate for a pathetic little toy 🩷

[hydeposting]

Call me Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde the way I’m a Strange Case.

[randooompoet]

I used to be very ashamed about being into CNC. I felt like its too fucked up thing to fantasise about. But then I indulged into those fantasies via roleplays with some gals here, and let me tell you, after a few chats i felt like I'm softcore at best.

"So, this scenario is about me SA you on the bus stop in the middle of nowhere. I'll call you names, fuck you on the bench and leave you in the cold. 😈"

"Oh, that's so hot! Hey, can you also add a scene where you abduct me, lock me in your basement and then beat me daily, torturing me with sex toys and other stuff and force yourself on me while I'm crying and begging to see my family again? 🥰"

"W-what? 😐"

[bloodmeetsworld]

Im having thoughts

Cr.ieromoon

[pathetic-tboy]

i just want my followers here specifically to know, that i post nudes on reddit (throwawaysecksee) and i recently got a really nasty death/rape threat/hate comment on one of my pictures, and i didnt even register it as a hate comment at first, i totally thought they were just dirty talking me. i was twirling my hair a little, i really am just a rapeslut at heart

[bougiebutchbinch]

okay but thinking about fucked-up somno shit where Mo Ran, driven by the lusts of his 'past life', feels up a 'sleeping' Chu Wanning who is absofuckinglutely awake but too horny & terrified of 'ruining the moment' to let on. It escalates to Mo Ran fully fucking him while Chu Wanning (slightly hysterically) wonders just how heavy of a sleeper his disciple thinks he is. The whole while they are both 1000% convinced that they're the dirty badwrong one who is taking advantage of the other.

[mjrtaurus]

Dragon: God, I wish he'd bully me...

Crocodile: *Bullies him*

Dragon:

[ak-schlampe-47]

[lovelybunn]

conditioning .ㅤ- feat. soldier

warning(s): smut (under the cut), reader is afab, rough/hardcore, slight(?) degrading

author's note: happy fourth of july to my fellow americans! 🇺🇸🦅

The soldier's words pierce through the silence, echoing throughout the room. “Get your ass up, maggot! I know you can try harder than this!” You can feel his breath on the back of your neck as the timer in his hand continues to tick. You fucked up getting the intel, so now he's punishing you for causing “the whole teams’ loss.” (Everyone was doing poorly that day, you specifically weren't the only one to blame.) Right now the man has got you down in a plank position, making you sit there for 2 minutes straight. Your abs and knees have failed you, so inevitably, you collapsed, which is why the soldier is currently screaming at you at the moment.

"Don't you think this is a bit excessive?" you mutter weakly, your voice strained from the exertion. Every time you give out, he stops his timer. The soldier's response was immediate and unwavering. "Don't you dare question my discipline technique, private! This is nothing compared to what I could make you do.” This was enough to get you back on track since you had no interest in finding out whatever was worse than this in the soldier's book. You grit your teeth, your body trembling with fatigue as you get up to continue to hold the plank.

The soldier doesn't seem to care about your torment, however, and continues to yell at you and humiliate you in front of the rest of the team. “This isn't yoga class, cupcake! Get your ass out the air!” You wonder if this is some sort of power trip or if he just wants you to break down and beg for mercy. Either way, even from the corner of your eye, you can see that shit-eating sadistic smirk on the man's face.

The demoman lets out a loud, audible burp. His words are slurred as he speaks, “Ach, don't be so hard on the lad, they're fresh, Solly!” A loud crash is heard next as he stumbles off the bench, the medic and heavy swiftly catching him and carrying him off to his room. “Heavy thinks you shouldn't be so hard on alcohol, but we all know that won't happen.” All three men let out a hearty laugh as they exit the room, their shoulders slumped from the weight of their drunkard friend.

The scout saunters over next to the soldier in front of you, his sneering face looking down at you as he bends over to tilt your head up with his bat. The scout can't contain his laughter at your suffering, having been dominated at least three times less than you during the game, making it where he doesn't have to go through this. You scowl up at him, your body aching from the intense workout. The scout laughs, "Sucks to be a loser, huh? Wonder why Pauling even got you on this team—" His snarky remark is interrupted by the engineer, who yanks him by the ear and grumbles an agitated warning. "Get your ass on and mind your own business, boy. Come on," The engineer drags the scout out of the room, the younger man whining and yelling out retorts as they leave. The others have already left, leaving you and the soldier alone in the locker room.

Your head falls down to focus on the ground, silently hoping that you're at least halfway done. The soldier's piercing, silver-blue eyes look down at you, silently observing as he slowly circles around you. You can hear the rhythmic echo of his feet against the cool tile floor of the locker room. After a few moments, he finally speaks up, grunting out, "Twenty-five seconds." He comes to a stop and stands right in front of you, his eyes still fixed on your trembling, sweaty body.

You grunt out in relief, "Thank goodness!" You close your eyes and count down the remaining seconds in your head, feeling the burn in your muscles becoming more intense by the second. You force your spine to stay straight, your body begging for the torture to end. The soldier's voice thunders loudly in your ears:

"6...5...4...3...2...Time!”

You grunt out in triumph as you fall flat on the cold tile, its surface a stark contrast to the burning heat of your skin. Yet, the feeling of relief is quickly replaced by shock and discomfort when the soldier kicks you and forces you to get back up.

“Rise and shine, soldier! Stand tall and proud like the true powerful American you are!” he cries out, his voice filled with pride and patriotism. You groan and struggle to your feet, feeling exhausted and mildly irritated. You try to protest when he suddenly grabs you by the waist with a sudden burst of force, his hot lips pressing against yours in a passionate kiss. You gasp and freeze in place, struggling to understand what's happening. With your lips parted, he dominates your mouth with his tongue, tasting you with intense demand. After a few moments, he pulls away from you, grinning at your confused expression. “I like you. You're my favorite out of all these other maggots.” His smile widens into a smirk, sending a chill down your spine. “You've got a great body and strong grit. I like that.” Before you can even muster up a response, he turns you over to where your back is to him. He feels your skin flush pink, and he chuckles, the sound rough and rugged. “I wanna show you how much I like you, in one of the best ways I know how.”

Your body quivered as the soldier's rough hands knead and grope your form, moving and sliding lower with each passing moment until he reaches your aching core. His laugh is dark and seductive as his fingers slide underneath the hem of your underwear. Without warning, the soldier shoves two thick digits into your hot, tight little hole. “You're so fucking wet for me, private. You've always wanted to be my little slut, haven't you?” He growls against your ear. His other hand grabs a fistful of your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between his index finger and thumb.

You let out a startled yelp as the soldier's digits dig deeper inside you. Your walls can't help but to squeeze around him, his fingers curling inside you to pump in and halfway out as his thumb kneads at your clit roughly. You let out little squeaks and sighs of pleasure, unable to really form coherent words. The soldier growls low against your ear, “You're gonna cum already, huh?” His fingers pump harder, his thumb pressing firm against your clit. “Ya gotta toughen up, buttercup.” Your moans grow needier as your hips buck into his hand, begging for release. But, alas, just as quick as he came in, he pulls out, shoving his fingers into your mouth to force you to taste yourself. You whine in annoyance, but complying and reluctantly lapping up your own slick from his fingers. “Ah, just look at you,” He remarks, slowly pulling out his fingers from your mouth, saliva stretchy on them. “You're less of a fuck up when you do what I say.” The soldier smacks your ass, the hard sensation startling you.

“But I'm willing to bet I've already told you that.” You hear the shuffling of his belt coming undone and his pants falling to the floor from behind. The soldier's dick rests erect on your back, and you can tell that he's quite big. You swallow nervously. “You feel that, cupcake? That's what a true patriot feels like.” He coos, positioning himself between your legs.

The soldier bends you over against the lockers, watching as your slick streams down your trembling thighs. He laughs, slapping his hard cock against your backside. The soldier teases you, rubbing circles across your silt with the tip of his cock. “You fucking ready for this great American cock, princess?” He growls, his voice drenched with burning desire. You peer behind him, your eyes clouded with lust. “Yes,” you mew. With that, the soldier yanks a chunk of your hair back, not acknowledging your pained squeal as his cock hammers into your tight little cunt, “Fuck!” He roars.

The sound of your desperate cries mixed with the slap of skin against skin reverberates throughout the room, his hard thrusts leaving your ass red from his balls hitting at it. He abuses your cervix, pounding against your g-spot with ease and precision while his own grunts and curses flow out like a vulgar sea of pleasure.

He grips your torso with his arm, the joint flexing to keep you close to him as his hips snap rhythmically into your aching hole with vigor. You felt like you were on fire, dizzy from the rapture taking over your every sense. All you can do is cry out for more, your release nearing very close.

The soldier prys your jaw open with his free hand, forcing you to let out your shrill cry of pleasure, “Cum for your general, maggot!” Due to his order, shock waves wash over you as you squirt all over his length, your entire body twitching in ecstacy. He lets out one last battle cry as he hauls out his cock with an audible pop, “For The United States of America!” He hollers with all his might, his cum spewing all over your back and asscheeks in heavy loads.

With a bark of laughter, he quickly removes his white tank top, using it to wipe away the cum that drips down your heated skin. The cool fabric brushes against your lower half, and you shutter. Your knees buckle, and your hands scramble to hold onto the lockers for stability. Your entire body quivers with exhaustion, as he lifts you up off the ground, effortlessly carrying you bridal style in his arms. Through his bucket hat, you can see the glint in his eyes, filled with happiness, as his huge, toothy grin stretches across his face.

“You did good, kid. Real good.”

“You need to work on your stamina, though. Let's hit the shower, so we can do another rep of good ol’ fuckin’!” he says as he leads you out of the locker room, both of you almost fully undressed, your bodies red-hot from the ‘exercise.’ He walks with confidence, his head held high, towards his own shower, the smell of sex wafting off both of you.

[moociaoafterdark]

Thinking back on my conversation with my mootie-pookie about Calgar getting Tigurius pregnant.

Varro, already far along his pregnancy, lounging on Chapter Master's bed, eating fruits and sighing, wondering how his husband is doing and that, hopefully, nothing catastrophic happens while Varro is absent.

Marneus finally coming back from a campaign and, straight away, he is making his way towards Tigurius. The psyker, while very much happy beyond belief to see his beloved safe and sound, is also a bit annoyed when Calgar artfully dodges his questions. The two lay on the bed together, with the Chief Librarian safely wrapped in Chapter Master's arms, as the latter apologizes to both Varro and their child that he had to leave and boasting about how he fought off yet another threat to the Imperium and, most importantly, to their family.

Alternatively, Calgar coming back from the mission late at night and finding Tigurius already asleep, in their bed, looking so peaceful and with his robe barely hiding his pregnant stomach. At that moment, Marneus realizes that one child wouldn't be enough for him. He won't say it to Varro and he is pretty sure that's impossible, but if he could, he would sire not just a chapter but a whole legion with his beloved psyker. (Horus' soul in the Warp looking at all this and yelling with sheer joy and pride "THAT'S MY NEPHEW! THAT'S MY FUCKING NEPHEW!")

Upon the discovery of the pregnancy, the news reach the rest of the chapter fast. Tigurius being a psyker had already earned him plenty distrust from his battle brothers, but getting pregnant and released from duty? Well, no one could say anything about it (not to Varro's face at least), because Calgar quickly went to defend the Chief Librarian and make it clear, that any rumour or slander of Tigurius will be met with appropriate punishment. Not that anyone doubted who the father of the psyker's child was, but this announcement just confirmed it.

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@twerk4macragge behold the fruits of our intellectual labour

[gutterpupzzz]

My dude Krasher! A lot like me but waaaaaay cooler 😎😘

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Dabi who can't even get hard anymore, his cock is just there to look pretty and drool, not actually to do anything. He gets prostate orgasims or nothing

Hot!!! I definitely love this when he's in a cock cage, and it can be fun outside of it, but I also have a special place in my heart for him being shrunk and so unused to being touched that all it takes is a hand down his pants and just a couple of light touches before he's cumming all over himself pathetically quickly

Gotta say, it's been so encouraging to have this blog and have so many other people talk unabashedly about kink. I used to really try to reign things in out of self-conciousness, but now I know the people who like this stuff will find me, and I can just curate my space away from the rest!

[fitz-punk]

Some of my favorite chokers I’ve made

[uniformgoth]

collage by me

[abrasivewhump]

I made a fratt server

For hardcore fratt talk, like kink and noncon. We don't bite. Join here.

[boybasher]