#I CRIED AND I LAUGHED but seriously i cried

[yuyusbabygirl]

And the dove cries

pairing: dark!hongjoong x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k (just a short one)

genre: smut, DARK (do not read if you don't like it)

trigger warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kidnapping, noncon (seriously, don't read it if it's not for you), forced handjob, mentions of murder, mentions of future noncon, reader is tied up, Hongjoong is not a good guy

The tape was digging into your wrists and ankles as you laid in the trunk of a car. Tears clouded your vision and your heart lurched with every bump in the road. You tried to think of how you got here but you can only remember bits and pieces, the bump building on the back of your head not helping.

You remember a man asking you for directions, his smile so charming you didn't think anything of it. As you turned to point out a street you felt a cloth over your mouth and nose, your body going from struggling against his hold to limp in his arms. You were barely conscious as he tied your wrists in front of you and threw you over his shoulder. 

He wasn't gentle when he threw you in his trunk. Your head banged against something in his trunk, you tried not to look but you recognised the form of a shovel. You heard his cruel snickering as he bound your ankles together. You remember thinking how unnecessary that was. You were in no state to run. 

You don't know how long he's been driving, your mind slipping in and out of consciousness. He hadn't gagged you but who would even hear you if you screamed. The thought of what he could possibly want with you brought fresh tears to your eyes, thinking back to the shovel next to you. 

Suddenly, the car stopped and you held your breath. The sound of a car door slamming shut made a whimper escape your lips. 

This is it. Please, let it be quick.

A frightened squeak left your lips as the trunk opened and the man looked down at you. He wasn't wearing a mask. That's not a good sign, right? His smile was still charming, although now you noticed the danger hidden behind it. 

You tried to squirm away from him as he grabbed you and lifted you out of his trunk. Your body was slung over his shoulder and you screamed. You screamed and screamed but he just laughed.

“Scream all you want, little dove. No one will hear you,” he taunted you, landing a hard slap on your ass.

You banged your bound wrists against his back but you did more damage to yourself than him. It was still dark out and no city noise could be heard anymore. You took a look around while he carried you but you only saw trees. You could hear him open a door and your panicked breathing got heavier, tears still running down your cheeks, snot coming out of your nose. 

He was walking down some stairs and you noticed he didn't even seem out of breath as he still carried you over his shoulder. In any other scenario you might have been impressed but now it just made your heart sink. 

Your body was unceremoniously tossed onto a mattress lying on the floor. It wasn't dirty and seemed to be new. You noticed a chain with a collar on it attached to the wall lying next to you. There were bottles of water stacked nearby and pillows and blankets were thrown on the mattress. The concrete floor was cold but the basement was heated. You noticed a bucket in the corner and your eyes went to the chain connected to the wall. It wasn't long but you guessed that was strategically planned.

“Please, what do you want from me? I don't have any money, please,” you cried.

He ignored your pleas as he took the collar and closed it around your neck. It was heavy, the chain on it weighing you down even more. He smiled as a sob escaped you. The man let his hand brush over your cheek as he stood back up. You flinched back and crawled backwards on the mattress. He let out a sadistic chuckle and pulled you back by the chain.

“No, please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I swear, please,” you begged him.

“Don't cry, little dove. I just want to see you,” he cooed at you and you could hear the false affection in his voice. Still, you looked up at him and tried to stop your tears. 

“There she is. Good girl,” he smirked down at you. There was a slightly rabid look in his eyes that sent chills down your spine. He still hadn't cut the tape off your wrists and ankles and you could feel how sore they were.

He wiped a tear off your face with his thumb and brought it to his mouth. Your stomach churned as he licked your tear off his thumb with a groan. 

“Please let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone!” you pleaded with him but he only chuckled.

“Oh my little dove, don't you understand? You belong to me.”

Your heart stopped. He wasn't planning on killing you. At least not yet. And definitely not quickly. You were tempted to crawl back from him but he still had a tight grip on the chain.

“I have watched you for so long, my love. I have prepared everything for you. So many nights spent alone, longing for you. And now you're here. You will need time to adjust but I will make sure you do. And I am not afraid to discipline you, little dove, so I'd advise you to follow my rules. Are we clear?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered in response.

“Rule number one, you answer me when I ask you a question,” he warned you, tugging on the chain. 

“Yes,” you choked out.

“Yes, Hongjoong,” he corrected you.

“Yes, Hongjoong,” you replied and wondered if that was his real name. 

“Good girl. You will call me master when we get to… certain activities but for now you may call me Hongjoong. Until you have learned to behave you will stay down here,” Hongjoong said and the mention of ‘certain activities’ sparked new fear in you.

He looked into your eyes and you knew he could see the fear in your eyes, the way your lip trembled. He licked his own lip and his hand tightened on the chain for a second.

“I have waited a long time to have you, little dove. I told myself I could be patient now that I have you here. But you make it… hard…,” he trailed off and the innuendo was not lost on you. Your eyes dropped down to his crotch that was right in front of you and you gasped. His hard length was straining against his jeans, the sight of it making you break out in cold sweat and feeling in your gut you desperately wanted to brush off as disgust. 

He saw where your eyes landed and let out a dark laugh. “Don't worry, little dove. You're not ready yet. But you should take some responsibility for my plight,” his voice was sweet but you could tell any refusal would result in punishment.

He took your bound wrists and for a second you thought he was going to untie you but he simply unbuckled his belt with his free hand. He chuckled at your confused expression. 

You sniffled, trying to stop the tears from flowing but a few kept escaping. You looked up again as you heard him growl lowly. He pulled his jeans down just enough to free his hard and aching cock.

Fuck. 

It was big. Not overly long but girthy. In a normal setting you might have called his dick pretty. The tip was leaking with precum.

He took your wrists and wrapped your hands around him. A low moan escaped him, your hands so tiny compared to his cock. He used his grip on the tape around your wrists to slowly move your hands up and down. He was hard and warm in your hands, his precum staining your fingers. You tried to avoid looking at his face or his cock but he gave a warning tug on your chain.

“Look up at me, little dove.”

Your eyes snapped up to his. His face was twisted in pleasure, his mouth open, his eyes hooded and dark. As soon as your eyes met his he moved your hands faster, his hips bucking up. The feel of his hard dick in your bound hands tugged at your lower stomach. 

“Fuck, little dove. You're so good for me,” he praised you and you wanted to scream at him to get his hands off of you but you knew resistance was futile and most definitely dangerous. 

His hips started bucking into your hands even faster, his breathing got heavier and you could feel him get even harder. You hoped it was over soon and that he would be satisfied with this forced handjob. 

He dropped your chain and gripped your hair instead, angling your head further up and he kept fucking your hands. Hongjoong let out a loud moan as tears streamed down your face. 

“So good, little dove. Keep looking at me,” he grunted and his hips sped up. The movements of his hips jostled you slightly, the chain on your collar rattling along with the sounds of his pleasure and your choked sobs.

His grip on your hair and your wrists tightened as he fucked your hands even faster. You furrowed your eyebrows as you realised he was close to cumming but he was so close to your face.

You heard his loud primal groan as you felt his cum splatter your face. Your mouth opened in shock but he kept cumming, some of it shooting into your mouth. His hips slowed down and finally he was done. You opened your eyes and looked up at him. Your face a mess of snot, tears and cum.

“So pretty, little dove,” he panted. He dropped your wrists and your hands fell limp into your lap. His cum was dripping from your face and you tried not to swallow what had gotten in your mouth. 

He stepped back and fixed his pants again. You waited for him to clean your face at least but then he pulled out a knife. You scrambled backwards.

“Please don't. No, please,” you cried. He bent down and you closed your eyes. You braced yourself for cuts or stabs but he cut through the tape on your ankles and then your wrists. You gasped and opened your eyes again. 

He smiled at you and ran a hand over the top of your head. 

“You did good, my little dove. Rest up. You have a lot of rules to learn tomorrow,” he patted your head and walked back to the stairs. You realised he wasn't going to clean your face. You're left alone on the mattress on the floor, still tied to the wall as he walks up the stairs and turns off the light. The slamming of the door and the sound of a lock turning reverberates in your mind as his cum dried on your face.

[bloomstream]

omg hii bloom!! i love your works so much so can i request

headcannons 4 mha boys /w their cheerleader girlfriend !!

⋆˚࿔ cheer fever

synopsis: being the mha boys cheer captain girlfriend! (,,>﹏<,,)

— includes: kirishima + kaminari + sero (in that order)

𓂃　♪　𓈒 cw: f!reader, fluff, established relationship

𓂃　★ 𓈒 a/n: wait i love this request too it’s so wholesome. no shinsou this time cus i can’t envision him here, sorry 😓

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is your sweet jock boyfriend, making you the typical football player x cheerleader couple.

following this trope; your boyfriend is so obsessed with seeing you in his variety jacket. literally gets cuteness aggression and pinches your cheeks.

eijiro LOVES when you’re in your cheer uniform. everytime time he sees you in it he fumbles over his words trying to explain how good you look!

he gets so flustered when he sees you cheering for him on the sidelines. it gives him so much motivation knowing your cheering for him.

after a game he runs straight to you and spins you around, kissing you alllll over. “we did it!” he believes you give him all the strength he had to play (you do).

walks you home after cheer practice.

one time you got him flowers to celebrate his last game of the season. when he saw them, he cried because he got you flowers too! the biggest sweetheart ever.

half of his post on social media are of the both of you after games! he always posts on his story letting people know that his team will be playing and that you’ll be cheering as well. he’s so supportive.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

denki is a loser, everyone knows. so everyone is also confused on how he bagged the most attractive cheerleader in the school.

he brags to EVERYONE about you, it’s a bit embarrassing, but still charming.. “oh yeah, my girlfriend!? she’s the cheer captain!” (no one asked)

forces his friends to come to games so they can help him support you. he’d bring a huge sign with glitter and your name spelt with macaroni while screaming “that’s my girlfriend!!”

still a flirty dork; “need help with your stretching exercises?” randomly asks you to do flips and splits because he genuinely thinks it’s cool.

tried to learn how to braid hair so he can do your game day hair, but he’s not very good at it </3 still, he helps apply your glitter and lipgloss.

no need to hire a photographer because denki will take an album full of photos of you when you're cheering.

after games he gives you a big hug and kisses the crown of your head. “another amazing job, you never miss.” he’ll also take you shopping after special occasions.

+ wore your cheer uniform as a joke once but ended up really liking it on himself.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

chill boyfriend x cheerleader girlfriend: you guys are a power couple.

hanta was kind oblivious about cheer at first so he does a lot of research to make sure he’s supporting you properly. and he does it every time; chocolates, flowers, and small gifts.

when you tell him he had the body and muscle to be a cheerleader (mostly joking) he freaks and offers to help you practice. he quickly becomes your spot when you're practicing at home!

hanta is obsessed with hearing the drama going on between you and your cheer team, “no way she said that! seriously, she needs to pick a struggle.”

carries all your makeup and equipment wherever you need it.

fixes your bow/skirt and gives you a big smooch before each game. if he notices that you’re nervous before a performance he’ll give you the silliest pep talk to make you laugh. “go out there and show them what you got, yeah?”

when you’re studying together, he’ll beg you to ‘cheer’ him on. sometimes you decide to give him that pleasure just to see that wide grin on his face.

[eggpuffs]

me after watching the latest episode of dungeon meshi

[just-a-itty-bitty-kitty]

guys guys lookity look I did a thing isn't it neat huh 🫶🫶

also I made a tiktok account, which will probably never get updated again, but if you want to,,, head on over and give me some clout🤫🤫

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8Ne64fS/

[ancillaryjurisprudence]

oh cool the old 1.0 period patch notes!  Lets see what features they were adding in the year after the official release of the game!

*touches ground* something terrible happened here

[findingcrow]

Did we ignore the fact that it’s canon that Halt made Will sleep in a tree once. (For context this was said in the sorcerer of the north) when Will came up with Greybeard Halt, Halt hated it so much that he had Will spend all night in a tree. Can we imagine this for a second. Like 15-16 year old Will, pulling out this mandola at random times as soon as Halt speaks, and starts singing at the top of his lungs “GREYBEARDHALTISAFRIENDOFMINE”. And he must have done this so many times that Halt was so fed up that he forces Will up a tree. And I think it would make it even funnier if he chased him up a tree and Will was so terrified of what would happen if he came down that he just stayed up there

[uhlillie]

looking through my camera roll and i forgot i made this 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ribcagebonemeal]

BEATLES '64 PHOTO DUMP BECAUSE I TOOK A GAZILLION SCREENSHOTS!!!!! WHAT A GOOD DOCUMENTARY!!!!! (it's 98% JUST ringo and george though ough)

[twinstxrs]

thinking about how gorgug + kristen perceive both their own deaths & each other’s, and how that impacts their relationship. bc i feel like freshman year kristen was too caught up in her newfound knowledge of the nature of her own god to truly clock & process gorgug’s internal revulsion of where he went after he died, & freshman year gorgug wasn’t familiar enough with the complexities of other people to truly lock onto the sorrow buried within the chaos of kristen’s upward/downward/sideways spiral until she was seemingly on the other side of it. & i wonder if they’ve ever really talked about it (unlikely), or if they’ve just cracked very few jokes that didn’t land and decided to never quite do the work & dig through that part of their relationship. but there’s a kinship there; kristen specifically singles out gorgug to tell him she died again, and gorgug apologizes that he wasn’t there with her this time. gorgug takes one of the finger bones off kristen’s newly/long-time decayed corpse to have an anchor to something in the world. despite the fact that they were in different places after death, having been together during it means everything.

anyways what i’m trying to say is i think they should talk about it.

[possamble]

Question to a fanfic writer: do you think that, in Marcille’s research ways *And* her love for romance novels… would result in her writing some in-universe fanfics of her own? Like, maybe she hypes herself up on something and get disappointed, or maybe she finds some character decision isn’t as ideal as she thinks it could be? Or it’s as simple as she wants to play around with the characters and see what happens?

I can’t help but imagine a scenario where she’s struggling with some romantic trouble irl and she’s struggling with deciding on what to do, but then the answer slaps itself upside her head when she rediscovers her fanfics and how she LITERALLY made a character or two do the exact romantic decision she needs to do? It would so silly but yet I can’t help but find it so charming. Hell, just the imagery of her writing romance fanfics of her own At All is just… delightful to me hehehe.

you know I've been rotating this in my head since I saw it this morning and. I went through a wild journey of opinions before I realized... Marcille wouldn't think about fanfiction like we think about it. In the modern age, yeah, she'd be a complete tumblrina -- but we're talking about a 17th century-ish fantasy setting.

Writing before the digital age was a physical commitment to investing ink and paper into your thoughts -- and this is even before mass production can make pens and notebooks kind of whatever to buy and use on a regular basis. I'm sure the situation wasn't dire, but I really can't see Marcille, perfect honor student, using her allotted supply of stationery at the academy on super frivolous things.

Fanfiction has been normalized incredibly fast in the past few decades. Think about now normal and popular D&D is nowadays compared to how much people looked down on it 20-30 years ago. Fanfiction was a freakass nerd thing to do until relatively recent history, something that was even considered offensive to the original creators.

Remember, we've already seen Marcille react to adaptations with disgust. She's kind of a hater and an elitist fan. She also considers herself a Reputable Academic. In a setting where a digitized culture hasn't reframed fanfiction as an act of appreciation and creativity, she would absoluuuuuuuutely think that fanfiction was complete loser shit.

If she did write anything about her favourite books... She'd. She'd be one of those assholes who writes huge scathing reviews of Dal Clan translations into Common. She'd be the fantasy equivalent of those Weebs/Japanese elitists on twitter tearing through every single localization choice in anime and JRPGs and being so so annoying about it.

If we're being charitable, we could say she'd be able to appreciate non-faithful translation choices that still do a good job of carrying over the original spirit of what was said. But I think we also have to acknowledge the possibility that, at her worst, she'd really really be like those guys who were malding about the Unicorn Overlord localizations so hard the (correction: Final Fantasy Tactics Creator, not the Unicorn Overlord devs) had to step forward and ratio them. (The silver lining is that she'd never get published in the arts review newspapers/journals that she submits her essays to. those poor editors just have to deal with her being persistent.)

[hilllbillies]

not me adding more ahs verses …… the grip this rotten show has had on me for eight years is FOUL!!!!

[jamesthedigidestined]

Otakon - Discotek Day - Digimon the Movies

So, it’s been about two hours. I don’t feel real. This year has been Hell and yet Digimon still shines so brightly. I literally joked about this, had some crackpot theory that Joshua Seth was redubbing everything. That was reality. We even got the OG Matt back. He hasn’t voiced since DSB. The last thing I need is a redubbed DSB with Joshua Seth and the OG score well and the Eng dub with the OG score but I understand that’s a niche within a niche.

I’m just so happy to have been able to experience all of this with all of you. Please support the official release when this comes out if you can, we need more of this!!!!!!!!!

[gottagobackintime]

"Is he here?" "Who?" "Oh, don't give me that. I've seen the way you look at him. My husband, that's who." "Lomper?" "Oh, so you do know." "Mate, you just told me." The Full Monty Episode 4: Homing

[discocactusblogs]

🕯️

[knowthatiloveyou]

Hannah Waddingham's Special "Home for Christmas" is now available on Apple TV (the album is available on Apple music and YouTube and soon Spotify)

Please do yourself a favor and watch this absolutely gorgeous special! It's filled with so much love and joy and beautiful voices and Hannah deserves all of the love and appreciation we can give her!

[kawaiisimp]

One piece live action spioler ig:

When Mihawk went to show Shanks the bounty poster of Luffy, it was the same energy as a divorced mom (Mihawk) meeting with her ex-husband (Shanks) to show him that their child (Luffy) won an award at school.