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merry kissmas
➯ You’ve had a crush on the handsome elf working at Santa’s house since the day he started working across the mall from you. When he asks you for help to shop for a girl, things go a lot differently than you thought they would.
pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: retailchristmas!au, fluff, drabble
wordcount: 3.6k
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“You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout, I’m telling you why!” You smiled to yourself behind your sandwich as you watched the colorful elf start a new song with the children waiting in line to meet Santa. The children joined in eagerly, laughing and clapping at the elf’s antics as he spun around while singing, throwing in a few dance moves to make his performance more entertaining.
There was only 2 more days left til Christmas and this would be one of the last nights Santa’s house would be open in the mall. You were already feeling sad about it. Not only because Christmas, your favorite holiday, would be over soon, but because you wouldn’t get to see your favorite Santa’s helper anymore.
You took another bite of your lunch, your eyes tracing the elf’s movements several feet away as you remembered the first day of the season when Santa’s house opened across from the store you worked in. You were working as a greeter that day, standing near the entrance of the store to try to draw in customers. The handsome guy with the dyed red hair, bright smile, and dimples instantly captured your attention as he walked by and you’d felt excitement surge through your stomach when you saw him go into the employees’ locker rooms. When he emerged dressed in a myriad of red and green, complete with tights, a floppy hat, and ridiculous curled-toe shoes, you’d almost lost it right in the middle of assisting a customer. The handsome guy dressed in some of the most stylish clothes you’d ever seen was working as one of Santa’s elves? It was too ironically perfect.
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Wow holy shit
Drunken Drabble - Hoseok (M)
Warnings: Heavy derogatory language and inappropriate use of inanimate objects (I really don’t advise copying anything you may read here - this is simply a product of mine and @johobi ‘s warped imaginations and too much southen comfort on my part)
“You want me to do what?!”
One hand stuffed under your shirt, Jung Hoseok doesn’t even bother to look up from where he’s been sucking pink and purple blossoms into the curve of your neck in order to reply.
“You heard me, princess-“
Princess? If anyone acts like royalty around here then it’s your boyfriend of the last six months rather than you. Born with a silver spoon planted firmly in his mouth, Hoseok has never had to ask twice for anything in his entire life; not the designer belt he’s wearing nor the brand new car you’re sat in, freshly valeted and smelling of pine.
“-If you want fucking tonight then it’s this or nothing.”
It’s funny, really; in isolation, Hoseok’s smile is one of the brightest - one of the most angelic - that you’ve ever seen, and yet all it takes is the addition of an extra little something to start sparkling in his eyes to turn him into a creature far more likely to have risen from hell than fallen from the sky. One of those looks from him is all it takes to have you weak at the knees and far more subservient than you would ever profess to be, and god, do you both hate and love him for it.
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Might have shed a tear
Taehyung: Itsy Bitsy Spider
Genre: happy 2k 🎉drabble, fluff
Word Count: 650
Taehyung is yanked out of his nap by a shrill scream. He sits up, still half asleep, looking around. It’s a bit disorienting, traveling so much. He takes a moment to look around. Right, hotel. He nods to himself, reorientated, then gets to his feet.
“Hobi, are you alright?” he calls out, yawning.
Hoseok’s voice comes from the bathroom, “Taetae? I need your help.”
“With what?” he clears his throat, words a little hoarse.
“There’s a spider.”
Taehyung stops in front of the bathroom door, rubbing his eyes, “Can’t you just step around it? I’ll get it in a second.”
“It’s on the door knob,” Hoseok whines.
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Misconceptions
OC x Roomate!Hoseok Length: 3.7k of grease and fluff Recommended OST: (x) (a/n): My writer’s block is ‘a thing’ and this is crusty and rusty but please accept my offering to welcome October… tfw it’s already 2am so it’s already the second. So yes I am back, kinda, I’m trying (T.T)
Summary: In which your roommate bails out on you last minute and you’re forced to share an apartment with this gorgeous a f human but, no worries, he’ll never see you that way… right?
“No, Hyo! What do you mean? You can’t be serious right now.” A slight hiccup seeps into your pleading voice— a telltale sign that your dam of tears is about to collapse at any second.
“Ahh, (y/n) please don’t cry.” Your roommate of two years plead from the thin metallic device currently pressed tightly against your heated cheeks, as if the decreasing distance of the speaker from your ear can reduce the distance between the two of you right now.
“It was a really sudden decisions on my parent’s part. You know how they are.” her raspy voice is soothing but her message is anything but, “I know you can find another roommate! You’re so nice and considerate (y/n) I’m sure there will be people who will live with you for sure.” she reassures you, you can almost see her smile from across the Pacific.
“You better keep in touch you crazy cat lady.” you sob into the phone, the tears inevitably breaking free, trails of starlight falling down your face.
“Of course, where would I be without my loving crybaby of a roommate?” she laughs, somewhere half way across the world and just like a magic spell, a smile curls the edges of your lips upwards because even with the Pacific Ocean in between; you know that she’ll still be your best friend.
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Dirty Dancing
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: You / Hoseok (J-Hope)
Rating: 18+ (smut)
Word Count: 5,242
Summary: It’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. Your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, Hoseok. If only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.
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OOOOF
Before the High Tide |M|
Summer means so much more than blue waters and long walks on the beach…
Tags: smut, exhibitionism, outdoor sex, fluff
Word Count: 6.6K
Prompt 43b: There’s something soothing about watching the waves roll in.
A/N: Please enjoy my piece for the btssmutclub writing project! I enjoyed writing this so very much and it even made my ice cold heart tremble while writing it. I also ask that you check out the other authors’ works and support them as well!
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Apricate
; Hoseok x Reader
; Genre: Fluff, smut
; Word Count: 13.2k
; Warnings: Oral sex (receiving), penetrative sex, dubious use of a champagne bottle
; Synopsis: A summer vacation in the Mediterranean is the idea of heaven for many people. Sun, sand and azure sea as far as the eye can see. But what happens when a chance encounter results in you basking in a very different kind of sun?
; A/N: Major thanks to @yminie for the beautiful moodboard ;-; but seriously…how could I NOT write a summer vacation fic for Hoseok with that pic??
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For hundreds upon hundreds of years, the Mediterranean has been at the centre of trade and life for those living around its warm, azure waters. From the Egyptians who had worshipped their gods of the deserts to the Greeks who had prayed for their sea god to give them calm seas for travel.
Underneath the cerulean waves lay the remnants of cultures that had risen and died, from the Romans to the Phoenicians and more. The rise of empires, the fall of civilisations, the wars that humanity had wreaked upon itself over millennia; the Mediterranean had borne witness to many things.
And now, it was bearing witness to your excited ramblings to your best friend through a smartphone. The tiny device was pointed at your face, giving you a perfect view of her exasperated expression while you happily spun around, giving her a front seat view of the spectacular and awe-inspiring sight of the Greek island of Santorini.
You’d spent the past hour slowly climbing the, frankly ridiculous, number of stairs that had been carved into the island a long time ago. There had been the option to take a donkey, but you’d felt that you couldn’t possibly use a donkey without feeling guilty.
It was 34 degrees right now and looking at the poor things made you want to wrap your arms around them and lead them into some shade. So instead, you’d clambered up the steps by yourself and had spent five minutes practically lying on the floor while feeling like you were dying.
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Orectic (M)
Orectic (adj) - ‘of or concerning desire or appetite’
Pairing: Hoseok x hybrid!reader
Warnings: Gratuitous, tooth-rotting fluff. Smut; kissing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex, ?breeding kink if you squint hard enough.
Word count: 21K
Thank you @yminie for my beautiful moodboard!
“It’ll just be for the week, and it isn’t like you guys haven’t spent any time together by yourselves before!”
It’d seemed like a harmless enough request when Jung Hoseok’s sister had first called him to request he come play sitter for the week; an opportunity to make some quick, easy cash during the winter months when attendance to the dance classes he taught inevitably started to wane.
“C’mon, it’ll be fine!”
Sitting was probably the wrong word for it, anyway. You weren’t so much a pet; his elder sibling had always been very firm on that matter from the very second she’d first brought you home. You were a companion, a confidant - a best friend who just so happened to be blessed with pointed feline ears, a sleek, silken tail, and a propensity for jumping three foot in the air whenever you turn around to find a well-placed snake-come-cucumber that Hobi may or may not have planted there a few minutes earlier.
Yes, you may have a complete and utter dependence on your guardian to keep a roof over your head and food on the table, but that’s not your fault. And it’s not as though his sister is wrong; the two of you do get on.
Well… at least these days you do.
When the two of you had first met over a year ago you’d been incredibly wary of him, to begin with; almost to the point where you’d visibly flinch whenever he dare address you or if he ever sat just that little bit too close. Your history hadn’t been disclosed by the shelter when his sister had offered you a home, but it didn’t take a genius to take a guess as to why you might be so nervous at having an unfamiliar male in your home.
While the practice has recently been made illegal, sexual exploitation remains a grotesque and unfortunate reality for all too many hybrids since they were created less than half a century ago, and it’s something you’ve remained resolutely silent about regardless of the gentle questioning Hoseok’s sister has put you through. It breaks his heart to think that that might’ve been something that you’d had to face in the past, but if it was something you’d been subjected to, you sure as hell don’t seem about to admit it.
So, without a legitimate excuse with which to refuse his sister’s pleading request, Hobi finds himself agreeing to keep you company for the coming week ahead. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other so he knows you’ll probably take a little while to warm up to him again, but that’s ok; he’s always been the patient sort. There’s always the catnip he’s stashed in the bottom of his overnight bag, too, should the situation ever be so dire that it’s needed.
The journey to his sister’s place doesn’t take too long - half an hour, give or take - and along the way Hobi isn’t ignorant to the lift in his mood with every mile that passes. He’ll never say it out loud, but ever since his old housemate Yoongi moved out (a convenience thing, rather than any ill-feeling between the two of them) the apartment has felt far too quiet. It’ll be nice to have someone to spend some time with; something to break up the monotony of his ever-present thoughts.
Index finger pressed firmly against your doorbell, Hobi’s narrow hips swing from side to side at the tinny salsa tune he hears coming from the other side of the door to signal his arrival. There’s a bright smile on his face by the time his sister answers, and when he opens up his arms to her, pulling her into a tight hug, her answering smile is just as wide.
“Jiwoooooo!” he gushes as the familiar scent of her hair floods into his nostrils. She smells safe - she smells like home - and Hobi finds himself lamenting it having been so long since the last time he came around. There’s really no excuse; not when she only lives over the other side of town. “Still just as pretty, I see,” he admires as he pulls away, patting her cheek, and as she grins back he bends to pick up the overnight bag he’d rested down by his feet, stepping over the threshold.
“Ever the charmer, ‘Seok,” she replies with a fond roll of her eyes, pushing the front door closed behind him, “How’s that working out for you? Lured any poor, unsuspecting women into your clutches lately?”
“Not since Soo-In, I’m afraid.” Hobi laughs gleefully at the expression of disgust that contorts his sister’s features at the mention of the night he’d managed to successfully seduce one of her friends - much to her horror at the time. “I must’ve lost my edge.”
Secretly, he’s worried that he might have. He hasn’t slept with anyone at all since then, and six months is starting to feel like an awfully long time…
“We can but hope,” she snarks, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised as she snatches Hobi’s bag right out from his hand and deposits it at the bottom of the stairs before sweeping past him and into the living room. She grabs a jacket hung on the back of one of her soft, crushed velvet armchairs (Hobi’s always thought they’re hideous, but then who is he to talk about good taste?) as she goes and promptly folds it into away her own suitcase, unzipped and hanging open upon her coffee table.
“So, New York, huh? You excited?” He watches her pack, stowing away all the last few essentials she’ll need for the trip she’s barely stopped talking about since she found out she was going just a short few weeks ago. Folding his arms, he notes the time on his watch; she needs to leave soon, or she’ll be late for her flight. Typical Jiwoo, always cutting it fine.
“You have no idea,” she grins maniacally, pausing with her case half zipped up, one sleeve of something hanging out the side, “People are actually gonna see my designs, Hobi. Finally! Important people!”
“So I hear,” he smiles back, and underneath his crossed arms he feels his chest swell with emotion, “Proud of you, sis.”
“I know.” She stuffs the sleeve back in and hurriedly seals the case the rest of the way, patting it firmly once it’s done. “Maybe when I’m a famous fashionista you might actually listen to some of my tips. God knows you need them.”
This time it’s Hobi’s turn to fondly roll his eyes.
“Anyway, the fridge and freezer are fully stocked, all you gotta do is get stuff out in the morning to defrost and try to make it through the week without giving yourself food poisoning.” She hauls her case off of the table with a groan and it thuds heavily on the hardwood floor as she sets it down. He dreads to think how much she’s paid for the extra luggage allowance… “There’s plenty of fish, plenty of lacto-free milk - but you don’t need to worry about that.”
Nodding, Hobi unfolds his arms and takes a glance around the room at the mention of your rather specific dietary needs. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s not noticed you when entering a room; sometimes you sit so silent and still that it’s almost as though you’re not really there until you chose to reveal yourself. He swears you do it on purpose, actually, just to watch him jump and shriek when you suddenly appear, an amused little smile tugging at your lips as he clutches his chest in fear.
“Speaking of; where is my ward?”
“Kitchen,” she replies shortly, exhaling a sigh, “She’s busy doing that whole ‘cold shoulder’ thing she always does whenever she knows I’m going away.”
“Oh.” Taking a few steps forward, Hobi’s able to lean forward to peer round the door to the kitchen which stands slightly ajar, and through the gap he can just about make out your stiff form sat at the kitchen table, back straight and pen in hand.
“Ah, she’ll be fine,” his sister dismisses with a wave of her hand, and as her hand passes her face Hobi notices her eyes suddenly widen as she catches a glimpse at the time. “Hooo shit. Will you shove this in the car for me while I say bye? ThankyouIloveyou,” she gushes, thrusting her suitcase towards him, and like the obliging younger brother he is Hobi does as she asks, lugging her case out onto the drive and stowing it away in the ridiculously small trunk of her equally ridiculous car with an exaggerated groan.
By the time he finds his way back inside and into the kitchen, his sister’s whole torso is wrapped around you from behind, your face almost entirely obscured by the blanket of long, black hair that surrounds you.
“Gonna miss you,” he hears Jiwoo say, squeezing you in her grasp as Hobi watches you attempt to huff her hair out from your face in a series of heavy, exasperated exhales.
“You better,” comes your snarky reply, and after a moment more your pen is begrudgingly laid down and you’re squeezing his sister’s forearm as you quietly insist that she fly safely. When Jiwoo releases you, standing straight, Hobi’s is both surprised and oddly moved by the glassiness he sees in your eyes when they dart his way, your lips parting, embarrassed at being seen in such a way. He wishes that your spine didn’t stiffen again so suddenly on seeing him, or that your tail didn’t immediately increase in size where it hanging through the slats of the kitchen chair on which you sit, glossy fur standing up on end.
It’s only a temporary reaction - he knows that - but it still kinda hurts.
“Hey kitkat,” he smiles, raising one hand in a lame, gentle wave that you slowly return, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you nervously look him up and down with eyes that are just a tiny bit too large for your face. He’s been calling you by that nickname for almost as long as he’s known you, and though you’d initially bristled on hearing it, Hobi couldn’t help but notice over time that a light blush that had started to colour your cheeks whenever he’d say it; a sweet little glimpse at the softness that lays underneath your somewhat frosty exterior.
“Hello Hoseok,” you answer softly, and oh, Hobi had forgotten the way the hairs on the back of his neck always stand up whenever you say it that way. You’re the only person in his life who ever, ever addresses him by his full name, and if he’s honest with himself, he’d happily keep it that way if he could.
Neither of you says anything then, after that, and in the seconds that follow Hoseok’s sister looks back and forth between the two of you, curiously chewing her bottom lip“Well,” she announces to break the silence, walking from the space she’d occupied behind you to approach Hobi instead, her arms held open wide in invitation to a parting hug, “I’ll just leave you two chatterboxes to it, shall I?”
“Love you,” he mumbles into his sister’s hair, embracing her with all the strength he can muster. He may be the younger sibling, but he’s always been fiercely protective of his big sister, and he has a sneaking suspicion that no matter how old they get that’ll always remain the same. “Have fun, alright?”
“Oh you bet your ass I will,” Jiwoo grins as she extracts herself from his arms. She looks between Hobi and you, frowning slightly when she sees the way you’re shyly staring down at the crossword puzzle you’ve been working on for the majority of the morning rather than at her brother stood opposite, a pen in your hand and your pointed ears flicking anxiously this way and that. “You two will be ok, right?” she checks, and Hobi gives her his best, most reassuring smile.
“Course we will,” he enthuses, directing all the positivity he can muster your way and smiling even more broadly when you meekly return it, tail swishing gently behind you from side to side, “Right, kitkat?”
“Sure. Right.”
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A Taste So Sweet (M)
→ Pairing: Hoseok x reader
→ Genre: Smut, fluff, bartender AU
→ Word Count: 9.6k
→ Summary: In an attempt to find a boyfriend, you agree to go on a series of blind dates that turn out to be hilariously disastrous. Striking up a friendship with the cute bartender is your only reprieve from the horrible dates, but after a while you realize maybe the one for you has been in front of you the entire time.
→ What to Expect: Smut, fluff, friends to lovers, dirty talk, edging, oral, rough sex, dom!Hoseok, bratty sub!reader, aftercare, lots of alcohol, and some really shitty blind dates.
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Scene (M)
pairing: taehyung x reader (f), ft. hoseok
genre: smut, college au
warnings: loss of virginity, thigh riding, breath play, nipple play, rough sex, dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation
word count: 5k
synopsis; your best friend finds out that you like him while secretly observing as you fuck the resident bad boy on his torn couch.
a/n; this piece was originally published on my abandoned account, indieguk. after deciding on a sequel, i found it ideal to repost part 1 here, labeling the sequel, reprise, as part 2! this is an extended/revamped version.
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begin again (m)
REPOSTED FROM MY OLD BLOG
Summary | As a new professor at Hogwarts, you knew separating your present and your past within the walls was an important distinction to maintain your respectability. But finding out that your coworker was your schoolgirl crush for five years hadn’t been part of the plan.
pairing: hoseok/reader genre: fluff/smut; harry potter au word count: 13.788
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There’s a saying that goes around that often relates to the idea that people, places, or things that were once daunting and terrifying gradually start to become less intimidating with the help of time, growth, maturity—all those things you never believed would happen to you. After all, who wants to welcome the idea of growing old with opened arms?
You remember being seventeen and witnessing what you had believed would be the last sight you would ever get of Hogwarts, the comforting walls that housed seven years of your childhood, seven years worth of secrets, friendships, youth, innocence, and a desperation to chase after something you didn’t quite know about yet. Being as young and naive and indecisive as you were, it would have been difficult to comprehend the idea of returning, if returning to Hogwarts was something you even thought to consider in the first place. It never was.
It’s funny how much you had a tendency to return back to the place that reminded you most of home. Despite the history behind its walls, the war across the campus, Hogwarts remains consistent and peaceful and traditional. Unlike your very first day at eleven years old, you brush in through the doors of Hogwarts with a grace of familiarity. No longer do the tall walls that seem to stretch out to the ceiling terrify you and no longer do the endless corridors frighten you. You’re no longer a student who perhaps did not know any better. You’ve returned as a professor, just a little bit older and just a little bit wiser.
The baggage handle curled around your fingertips feel as if they’re growing heavier and heavier the longer you find yourself making your way through the outside courtyard of the school, towards the castle, trying to make your way to the new quarters you had been gifted with as a new educator of the institute. In spite of the struggle, it’s hard to keep the bounce out of your step, the smile across your features, because although returning back to the rooms of your past is not something you would have elected to spend your career under, it’s a new whole sensation approaching Hogwarts and knowing that you would get to do something and invest your time in something you were always particularly passionate about.
You’re just reaching the front steps of the school, before a voice calls out to you, striking a chord of familiarity in your heart as you let the tone sink into your mind and rummage through the archives of your brain. “Hey, you need some help with that?”
Hastily, you dart your gaze towards the source of the noise, a name flashing like sirens in your head, immediately followed by a no, no, no, what is he doing here?
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Jung Hoseok and The Magic to Happiness | 01
; Hufflepuff Teacher!Hoseok x Reader
; Genre: Fluff, future angst, future smut
; Word Count: 7.2k
; Synopsis: An unexpected issue with your Ministry of Magic job leads to you taking the role of Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts. It’s here that you meet your best friend’s younger brother for the first time in years, the Hufflepuff Head of House, Jung Hoseok. While you contend with seeing him once again, Hoseok tries to show you that he’s very much a man and no longer the gangly teenager you once knew.
; A/N: So I finally got this to a place where I felt like I could turn it into a mini series. I don’t know how often it’ll be updated but I hope you enjoy!
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There’s something truly magical about the Hogwarts Express, and it’s got nothing to do with the hundreds of young witches and wizards aboard. Gazing out of the window, you watch as the wild yet pretty countryside of England passes by in a blur before giving way to the astonishing and soul aching scenery of Scotland. Soon enough, the majestic peaks of the Highlands take up the window with their rugged and jaw dropping beauty.
It’s almost dreamlike, the way the land zooms past you as the train speeds through and it reminds you of some of the awe inspiring landscapes you’ve seen in the muggle films your best friend makes you watch on occasion.
The staff carriage you’re in is small and currently empty, with most of the professors already at Hogwarts preparing for the new and returning students to arrive. You’re arriving late by their standards, but you had some final things to clear up with your old job at the Ministry before you could finally join them in the hallowed halls of the ancient school.
You’d had a pretty interesting job for the past few years in the Ministry as part of the Magical Accidental Reversal Squad. There, your skills at reversing embarrassing, and sometimes painful looking, spells back had been incredibly useful and often needed with some of the strange ways that spells had gone wrong. At 33 however, you’d finally reached your tolerance after experiencing a severe reprimand for a reversal gone wrong. Something that hadn’t even been your fault and you’d fixed the issue anyway.
But it had been the straw that broke the camel’s back, as your best friend Jisoo liked to say.
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Jung Hoseok and the Magic to Happiness Masterpost
; Hufflepuff Professor!Hoseok x Reader
; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut
; Synopsis: An unexpected issue with your Ministry of Magic job leads to you taking the role of Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts. It’s here that you meet your best friend’s younger brother for the first time in years, the Hufflepuff Head of House, Jung Hoseok. While you contend with seeing him once again, Hoseok tries to show you that he’s very much a man and no longer the gangly teenager you once knew.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six - End
let the games begin
PART OF THE REPUTATION SERIES
— in hindsight, acting out against prankster Jung Hoseok wasn’t entirely good for your sanity. after all, it’s not very fun to have hiccough sweet mixed in with your morning breakfast—a feat that goes about as well as one would think.
[ PAIRING ] :: jung hoseok/reader
[ GENRE ] :: hogwarts au, prankster!hoseok, enemies to lovers au + fluff
[ WORD COUNT ] :: 19.5k
[ WARNINGS ] :: there’s mention of Nayeon in this fic and yes it’s the same Nayeon from new romantics because i love crossovers lol, talks about Hogwarts curriculum (definitely not technically accurate but I tried my best), slow burn, ~banter~
[ NOTE ] :: a birthday fic for jung hoseok <3
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As soon as his name is called, a silence falls across the dungeon as students stand a little straighter and become a little more alert to the situation about to unfold. Murmurs rise up amongst the crowd as people look around, stand on tippy-toes, poke their head up, all trying to seek out the owner of the name—the brash individual who has piqued interest and has guaranteed an excellent show of skill for today’s lesson.
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an abundance of scrunchies. | jhs
just a place to keep all the dad!hobi x teacher!reader drabbles uwu
+ pairing: hoseok x reader, future appearances from jungkook and jimin + genre: enemies to lovers au, single dad hoseok, kindergarten teacher reader, fluff, comedy, smut, a drip drop of angst ❝ hoseok is a hot single dad and you’re the new kindergarten teacher that likes to piss him off ❞
note: i didn’t really plan for these drabbles to become as popular as they are, now that the drabbles are completed, thank you for all the love and support given to the aaos!couple and miss dae!! hope you enjoy the other parts of the universe….
as part of the map of the hearts drabble collection / part two
sequel coming in 2021!
also cross-posted over on ao3
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wall to wall (m.) 01
↳ in a pornographic movie, refers to a series of sex scenes with no plot.
⇁ female reader x hoseok
⇁ smut, porn star!au
⇁ sex work, insecurity, jealousy, slut shaming/objectification (not the sexy kind), role played scenario that includes: d/s dynamics - dom!hoseok, porn star level dirty talk, stuff that should never happen in a kitchen bc hygiene, daddy kink, impreg kink, rough sex, spanking, a lot of finger sucking, this fic is a poor attempt at social commentary
⇁ 22.5k
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Temporary popularity is the biggest threat to your career right now. Without a solid core fan base you’re doomed to be forgotten. If not now, then in a month or two, and if not then, surely by the end of the year. That’s how quickly the adult film industry cycles through their actors, especially when you’re a woman. Your agent comes forward with a proposition to help put you back on the map.
↳ or, my contribution to the lights, camera, action collab : )
part 01 | part 02
author’s note | inspired by the piece ‘slut-shaming: pornstars are humans too’ & the life after porn documentaries on netflix. thank u to jordan, eva, amy, venus, addie and lu for being a part of this collab !! *inserts a million heart emojis and a big fat NUT emoticon*
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moon magic | jhs
✩ — pairing: hoseok x reader ✩ — genre: mermaid au, pirate au, magic au, fluff ✩ — words: 33.8k+ (a part of me died. this is a horcrux now) ✩ — rating: sfw ✩ — warnings: uh minor dismemberment (a hand, belonging to a bad guy), otherwise its kind of just soft and gooey and magical… lord help me ✩ — notes: very very very VERY VERY LATE birthday fic for miss @readyplayerhobi !!! i’m so sorry it’s so late tali !!! and so sorry it’s such a monster, this was meant to be around 20k max and here i am completely out of control and barely sane kjfnldkffljdb i hope its not too disappointing!! (also fair warning; i didnt get to completely finish skimming this so some typos may be present dnjhbg)
You’ve never paid much mind to the moon, but you quickly learn that even though you’ve never really thought of the her, she has always watched over you. What better to heal an grieving heart, than the luminous, rippling magic of the moon? And maybe a merman, or two. You know, for good measure.
— posted; 13.07.2019
In all honesty, you’ve never really paid much mind to the moon.
It is something that is ever-present— yet also something that can wax, illuminating the earth beneath its majesty, and wane, robbing the skies of the orb that bathes the landscape in a silver glow. To the normal civilian, the moon is likely a symbol of beauty and the unknown, or perhaps just something the odd commoner didn’t spare even a second thought. You don’t normally pay much mind to the moon, except to admire it. You don’t think you’ve ever held the silver sun in any sort of contempt, until now, that is. The moon is decidedly bright tonight, which under other circumstances might normally make you smile, but actually serves to be more of an inconvenience on this eve in particular than anything.
It’s awfully hard to slink through the night and assassinate someone when the moon eliminates the security and comfort that the usual deep shadows the night-time hours provide, after all.
You admit that as far as assassination attempts go, this one is pretty poorly timed. You’re not entirely to blame though—this wasn’t your first choice by far. You like to think you’re a bit more conniving than that. No, your carefully plotted and thought-out schemes were suddenly pushed way ahead of schedule only yesterday when, to your complete and utter alarm, the subject of those plots and schemes was reported to be only a town away down the coastline. You’re quick on your feet, and you knew immediately upon hearing it that this meant the despicable Pirate Lord you’ve been tracking for the better half of your adult life would be passing the town you’re residing in within the next day. You were right, as expected, and had proven yourself unable to resist the opportunity that had presented itself so easily and readily to you. You expected to spend many months more tracking the elusive pirate, but he’s gone and sailed right into your waiting arms! It’s as though the universe is giving you the go-ahead, and you can’t even think of resisting the temptation of this golden opportunity when the thing you’ve wanted most since you were a mere seventeen years old is so close, so near your greedy clutches.
So, you decided after minimal deliberation that come nightfall the next day, you were going to head out and embark on your long-awaited goal to kill the Pirate Lord Ezra. Hence, here you are, currently trying to sleuth through the night and fulfil a desire for revenge that has had years to simmer, bubble and brew into something ugly and all-consuming to its core. You aren’t proud of the way the anger and hate has clung so firmly to the root of your being all these years, but at this point… you don’t really have anything else to live for. If you weren’t living your life planning this act of vengeance, then what would you be doing?
The reason you spent years plotting and perfecting the best way to fulfil this burning need for revenge, was because the initial act that incurred your wrath cost you your family. You have no one, and if you don’t cling to this and let it bind your being together, then what is stopping you from crumbling to dust and floating to the abyss? You don’t want to ponder it and don’t often entertain the thought, because the answer…
The answer is nothing, and that is exactly why you are here—scaling the side of the large, looming ship that belonged to the pirate that had wronged you so.
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The Freaks (m) (Harry Potter!AU #4)
> genre : filth, fluff
> pairing : jung hoseok x reader (f)
> words : 5.4k
> warning : unprotected sex (stay safe kids, but they’re wizards so u know they take care of those things), derogatory terms
> Jung Hoseok (Hufflepuff, 7th yr) is a freak and a pervert. He spends his whole time in Hogwarts between intensive sexcapades with you, his girlfriend, and intensive research in magic to find new ways to spice up said sexcapades. (public sex, use of magical sex toy, anal, mention of cum play…)
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piece by piece.
Pairing: jung hoseok x female reader x kim seokjin
Side Characters: min yoongi. kim namjoon.
Summary: a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you.
Genre: angst. smut. fluff. you’re in love with your best friend but you’re using someone else to forget. love triangle.
A/N: the POV shifts depending on the chapter. these are in chronological order
Status: complete.
#1. slipping.
#2. enough.
#3. the night before Valentine’s Day.
#4. a birthday wish.
#5. i’m just saying, you could do better.
#6. hooked on a feeling.
#7. out in the open.
#8. choices & consequences.
#9. what am I to you?
#10. that’s what friends are for.
#11. f*ck love.
#12. yeah, I said it.
#13. we don’t do this, do we?
#14. almost doesn’t count.
#15. best part.
+ piece from the past & bad timing feat. Min Yoongi
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