Comminatory. BTS Suga

comminatory. BTS Suga

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↳ Genre: Fluff ; Smut ; angst if you squint and read it backwards? ; city AU

↳ Summary: Comminatory (adj.): threatening, punitive, or vengeful. You never expect the guy that always seems to be your taxi driver to be so good with kids, or his tongue.

↳ Word Count: approx. 10,156

↳ Tags: cursing, oral (female receiving), reader has tattoos, fluff without a good plot?, minor violence, street assault, nothing major tho really just oral and cursing but just for safety u kno

↳ Notes: first repost on this acc. :) i swear i will edit this. at some point?

Lessons can be learned just by looking all around the city. Cities, no matter how big or small, are without a doubt full of people. With people, a lot of bad things are brought, sure, like emotions, but people also bring hope. Hope is always coupled with struggle, which is always coupled with an evolving story. Everyone had their own story, constantly changing and morphing.

Cities thrive on many things. Money being one of them, but also things that are less physical. For example, culture. Another raw ability could be communication skills – not everyone speaks the same language, but some jobs are impossible without talking. One more possible suggestion could be relationships. Everything is connected in some way or another.

Something that’s taught in even kindergarten, all around the world, could be reinforced by looking at any city in the world: don’t judge a book by its cover. This specific proverb is refreshed in Yoongi’s head when you climb into his taxi car.

You, however, don’t come free. Oh no. There’s a price. And Yoongi pays against his will, because the price you come with is the yelling of vulgar curses and some variation of a half-full beer can spilling across his taxi car and probably denting it. He smoothly transitioned from the curb of the street to the bustling, traffic-filled city streets. It was normal, for a Saturday at two in the morning.

He waits till he’s on the opposite lane, a few intersections away from the physical manifestation of disagreement before he introduced his deep, gravelly voice to your ears. “Where to?” He asks, his deep chocolate brown eyes stealing their first good glance at you in the rearview mirror.

Shock greeted his consciousness when he saw your eyes already staring back at him.

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Your Biggest Fan

Pairing: HoseokxReader

Genre: Smut, plussize!reader, college!au 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and purely for entertainment. It is not meant to label or reflect the members in any way. The events within are fictitious. 

Summary: The runner of a nsfw blog, you’d never expected to run into a follower. You’re a dirty secret they kept to themselves. Then you run into Jung Hoseok, a frat boy and your biggest fan. 

Eight months, two weeks and three days passed since you and Eric split. It’d been rocky for you at first. You’d grown used to Eric’s presence in your life for the past two years. You had something to do on weekends, someone to run errands with and talk to everyday. Every day started with a ‘morning beautiful’ text and nights ended with kisses on your doorstep. When you’d finally had enough that minor happiness crumbled. Even now, you somewhat missed his goofy smile and lame jokes. He’d always cared, comforted and adored you. A generous and considerate person, he never complained about your moodiness or small spurts of frustration. You’d never met anyone like him before Y/BFF/N’s party. He hadn’t been the most attractive, but he’d made you feel special once.

The things you didn’t miss often crept back up after. You didn’t miss his subtle manipulations and passive aggressiveness. Rather than encourage you to go to the gym and eat healthier, Eric fed you more. Your friends told you that happened in relationships since you went out so much. But they didn’t get it. Someone like you can’t afford to gain more weight. Whenever you expressed this, Eric merely said, “Yeah. We’ll go to the gym (insert day long from that moment) when I’m not working.” A part of you hoped it was because he didn’t care how you looked or perhaps liked your “curviness”. You knew better. Eric was older than you, desperate for love, and settled for the first girl who came along. He’d taken you as is…

As long as you obeyed him. He never said it out loud. He never made mention of it in conversation, but you knew. Eric wanted a housewife. He wanted a girl who’d cook and keep his house in order, whilst caring for the children. He wanted a woman who’d submit to him whenever he wanted, which explained his many tantrums whenever you refused him. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth: he sucked in bed. Lacking arousal each time, every thrust pained you. You’d walk to the bathroom with that familiar ache between your legs; sometimes you got an infection from the copious amount of lube he used. He never kept attention on you long enough, but expected lengthy blowjobs from you. You did try guiding him, but it’d be gone by the next time. If he’d been someone else, you’d tell them. But with Eric, you kept your silence. He was so sweet and loving of you, you couldn’t tell him the truth. It certainly didn’t help whenever he mentioned your other lovers. They’d hadn’t been much good either, so you didn’t see why he cared about out-doing them.

All you had now was your blog. You’d set it up around the time Eric left and didn’t think anything might come from it. A Not Safe for Work blog, you’d started out reblogging porn gifs, videos and stories you’d written. Then one night you took a bold step and posted a picture. Leaving out your head, you showcased the new pink lingerie set you’d bought but never used. Suddenly, a flood of comments rolled in afterwards. People from everywhere wrote how much they loved your body and photos. Naturally a few creeps came with it, but otherwise their comments uplifted you. For once you didn’t feel gross or undesirable. People made it very clear how gorgeous they thought your body was and what it did to them. Some even offered you money for private camera sessions or your used panties.

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Fic Rec #7

I’M BAAACK! The second I got out of my entrance exam, I went for a quick holiday lol. I truly don’t know how many fics I read in the meantime (probs not much) but It’s been a long time since I posted out a new fic rec post. So here we go!

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Worth Saving / hybrid!au - Hoseok

1. | Jungkook | Taehyung

Hoseok watched the call end on the screen of his phone, his heart slowly sinking as he put his phone in his back pocket. He looked around, street lights already turning on as the sun began to fall. The city was still bustling with people, weekend fun commencing as the night approached with laughter and noises of commute. All the plans he had in his head vanished after he talked to Jungkook only to find out he wasn’t going meet up with him either.

It used to be all four of them together when they were younger. Those days Hoseok had no worries; getting through school with decent grades and he had a good group of friends he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. When the hybrids came out of course Hoseok joined in on the fun, wishing he had one like the others. He didn’t know that everyone was really going to get one when they got older.

Seokjin was the first to get his hybrids, and after that he never really came out that much like he used to. Taehyung made sure to show Cherry off to everyone before he locked himself away with her and his work. He thought he and Jungkook would stick together, Jungkook didn’t seem too interested in them when he got older. But that all went away when Taehyung surprised him with one.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want one, hybrids were highly expensive and he didn’t think they were that much to brag about. He was enjoying his simple life for now, work wasn’t that bad and he liked hanging out with his friends during his free time.   

He wished his friends had free time for him too.

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Brb crying

01 | ghost!hoseok

→ summary: Drabble series featuring Hoseok the Friendly Ghost. Based on this prompt: “You are depressed, and then become possessed by a very nice ghost. He works to improve your life.” → genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Ghost!AU → words: 1.4K → a/n: Will edit this later! Enjoy my weird ghost!hoseok au I guess?

All in all, you suppose that having the Happiest Ghost in the World™ possessing your body had its perks. 

For starters, you are allowed to become the lazy motherfucker that you are truly meant to be. You can just close your eyes and let your ghost move you as he pleased and allow him to take control instead. In fact, all of your household chores have settled to the back of your mind because of this, and while your ghost has undoubtedly chastised you for that many times, he continues to do them for you regardless.

So really, the only major drawback from being possessed is that every time you want to do something else, you pretty much have no say in the matter.

“Hoseok, I know you’re trying to do this for my sake, but I don’t think wearing an all yellow ensemble is going to help me get over my depression,” you deadpan, your body already moving on its own accord. 

Your mouth suddenly moves without your consent, your voice sounding deeper than what anyone would expect a young woman to sound like. “Y/N, of course yellow clothes will help you get over your depression! It’s not called the happiest color for nothing!” 

The sun has barely risen up above the horizon, and while normally you’d still be dead asleep until noon, Hoseok had decided when he had first possessed you that the both of you were going to be early risers from now on. You can barely count the number of times you had suddenly found yourself standing in front of your kitchen, with an entire buffet laid out in front of you like a goddamn culinary masterpiece. You didn’t even know how to pour yourself a bowl of cereal sometimes, much less prepare a perfect eggs benedict.

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Sunshine (Hoseok x Reader)

“And no, he doesn’t wash off the ink, even when you draw a huge dick on his forehead and the teachers give him dirty looks.”

fluff, 2.4k words, hoseok/reader, highschool au

“If you had to give me a paper plate award, what would it be for?”

“What?” You look up from your computer and give Hoseok a confused look. “Paper plate award?”

“Yeah, you know,” he says. “It’s just like any award or superlative or whatever–best runner, most likely to start world war three–but you write it on a paper plate and make it pretty.”

“Yeah, but–I just–I don’t know. I don’t know what I’d give you.” You purse your lips, thinking.

“Oh.” Hoseok looks a bit disappointed–you feel bad, since it’s Hoseok. He’s supposed to be happiness and sunshine and rainbows. Not–disappointed.

“Uh,” you say, thinking fast. “I’d give you the uh–uh, happy award? Because you’re happy?” You almost smash your face into the desk out of sheer embarrassment; you could’ve said something like, “Because you make me happy,” or whatever, because although it may be cheesy, it still would’ve made sense.

And it also would’ve been true.

Either way, Hoseok seems to excuse your bullshit response and smiles brightly–almost too brightly–at you. “Really?” He says. “That’s cool.”

“Y-Yeah,” you say nervously. “Why, though?”

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