outroshooky · 5 years ago
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a sliver of the stars | jhs
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⇢ genre: drabble (fwb!au, friendstolovers!au) (fluff, smut, a smidgeon of angst)
⇢ pairing: jung hoseok x reader
⇢ word count: 1.1k
⇢ audio: weak when ur around / blackbear
⇢ warnings: smut (d/s dynamics [sub!reader], praise, a couple instances of a daddy kink, oral sex [f receiving], marking [bruises], implied sex), an instance or two of body image anxiety.
⇢ a/n: born out of my need to write more pieces for hoseok and the fact that i think he would 11/10 be the most caring partner, regardless of how official or not the relationship is. to all of my readers out there who struggle to love their bodies: you are beautiful. beautiful is found in diversity, in our differences. your stretch marks are beautiful. your skin, dark or light or something in between, is beautiful. you deserve to feel loved and you deserve to love yourself.
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It’s an unspoken agreement. The kind of thing that’s never broached outside of the lips of whiskey bottles and bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces interlocking. Never discussed, kept under wraps, and all for the better, somehow. Like the world isn’t fucked up enough as it is with or without him in it, in or out of reality.
It’s strange when he stays. Stranger when he doesn’t stay to be fair, but he always tries his best. He likes to show that he cares, in spite of it all. A twist of your wrist during a messy blowjob, a sloppy makeout in the backseat of his car. But even then, he’s insisting that he return the favor with an open-mouthed kiss to your hip, and suddenly the cosmos is just a tiny bit brighter with him in it.
He loves to go down on you. Shocking, in some capacity. You can’t remember a day you ever looked in the mirror and felt worthy enough of that, of being wanted by somebody. Somebody who wasn’t just a run-of-the-mill type of guy, somebody with substance. Somebody you cared about, somebody who cared about you. Cares. Puts effort into it, this little thing you have that nestles itself between leather seams and the folds of your sheets. He wants it. Wants you.
His head is tucked between your thighs, your fingers a permanent fixture in his tawny mussed locks. He’s splayed your legs, bare for the world to see, but he’s staring like he’s got everything he ever wanted in front of him and frankly, you’ve never seen someone look so entranced. So hungry. Ready to pounce, except he doesn’t have to. Just needs to glance up at you, the heat in his eyes making you shudder. His hair is messy. He’s naked, sculpted like divinity carved from marble, the sheer face of a blank cliff. He is hard, so fucking hard and thick and nearly dripping with need. He’s two seconds from grinding into the mattress. It’s hot. So you tell him.
“Hoseok, baby, you’re so fucking sexy when you look at me like that,” you pant. You’re heaving, short of breath; he’s like a god; liquid sunshine runs in his veins, glows through his skin. He’s gorgeous in the light. Unspoken.
He smirks, the corner of his mouth pulling. Hot. He wants it. Wants this, the praise, even the degradation. He loves it. Thrives on it like a sunflower blossoming in the moon’s praises, and you can’t help but squirm under his heat. “Yeah? How bad do you want it, hm?”
“So bad, so bad,” you’re rambling, killing time, drawing out every ounce, every millisecond. You need it. Need him.
He chuckles. Needy. It always looks good on you, so delectable to him. “What do you need, babygirl? Tell daddy what you need.”
“Need you—” it practically bursts from your lips, “need your mouth, your fingers, your cock daddy—”
“And my baby gets anything she wants, always,” he kisses the inside of your thigh, so close, so close— “as long as she’s good.”
“I’m a good girl, good for you, please daddy, please go down on me, I’ll do anything you say f-fuck—”
Your cry bursts hollow from your throat as his lips close over your clit and suck, eyes fluttering shut in ecstacy, groaning at the taste. Always so perfect for him. He’ll make you cum, over and over like this. Hoseok plays your body with the strokes of a musician, drawing tones from your lips that fill the air like the most heavenly carnal symphony. He pauses too, to decorate your body with ornaments that leave you breathless and pink in the cheeks, stained with your own shame without a care in the world. Purple roses and blue lilacs to remember him by, and they’re the objects of his gentle touch when his own release splatters your stomach. Not for long though, because no sooner is he traipsing off to the bathroom for a warm washcloth than he is collapsing into bed beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He misses your smile, the kind you hide into the crook of your elbow. He cares.
Was it okay? He never says it, never breaks the hallowed silence of that bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, but you know he’s thinking it. It’s written in the way his fingers trace down your curves and edges, in the way the corner of his mouth twitches when he fingers each petal carved crimson into your skin. The sculpted becomes the sculptor, and all is still.
You don’t know how to tell him that yes, this is okay. It is more than okay. He is so much more than okay. He is, in fact, everything good and right and wonderful, like every star in the universe gave just enough dust to make another, but there wasn’t enough room in the galaxy for him, so he was bottled into this merely mortal body instead. He shines in the dim radiance of the hour, but come morning he will glow as the sunlight falls in a block across your comforter and his hair will stick up at odd angles and he will groan sleepily as he buries his face in your back, seeking darkness. He cares and it is so much more than okay, so much more than you can fathom to tell him in plain, clear-cut language that is not gestures of adoration masked by the complicated drapery of not labeling whatever this is.
So you opt to roll over and face him, cradling his face in your hands like he is glass about to shatter. An ancient masterpiece, marked and torn from the rubble of reality, somehow placed beside you in this ocean of a bed. Disconnected, disjointed. Compassion. He nuzzles into your palms, his eyelashes dusting the beautiful full apples of his cheeks. He looks so much younger when he sleeps. So much less war-torn, busy with his ever-racing mind. Your thumb rubs his cheekbone and his hand finds your wrist, but he does not take it away. Just holds you, like you are the only thing grounding him as the waves roll over and over themselves. It is nothing short of ethereal.
The lips of whiskey bottles and the press of two bodies becoming one, except when the lips are your own and the press is to his temple. Kept under wraps, save the warmth that spreads in your veins like the buds that bloom across your thighs. The world is fucked up, but it is, for sure, just a tad better, a bit more bearable with him in it. A little less fucked up with a sliver of stardust next to you, heart beating rapid under your palm, humanity intact. A slice of the cosmos, and you are simply orbiting him.
You don’t dare say it with a mortal’s mouth. Instead, he does.
“I love you.”
Precedence be damned. “I love you too, Hoseok.”
“Goodnight.”
“...Goodnight.”
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ear · 6 years ago
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PLEASE share your vld reboot ideas aja the show canon is garbage and your mind is so galaxy brain
OK OK ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!! alright so idk what kind of. earth landscape this reboot occurs in…. like yallve got this retro 80s/90s neon future verse going on but i didnt think my reboot version would fit into that so yall go wild with whatever hc for this earth reboot thing u want cuz im not creative and i didnt really think that far ahead
ALRIGHT here we go. this is so long i HAVE to put this under the cut but i hope yall enjoy the creations of my MIND……
- akeno “KEITH” shirogane: (age: 19) [gay] hes japanese/black/galran. hes still half galra in this reboot bc i fuck with that honestly but hes got more visible galran traits. his bottom canines are larger than usual and poke out from his bottom lip so he wears a mask to cover his mouth and his eyes r still purple but instead of his sclera being yellow(tinted), hes just like. got some odd golden flecks in his eyes. he normally wears a dirty mechanics jumpsuit with the top half tied around his waist and a black or white tank top underneath (hes still a high school flunk out so he works full time at a car repair shop so hes able to buy food and shit at LEAST + hes still got his motorcycle to keep in shape). his casual clothes r just regular grey sweats, hoodies, and adidas or whatever brand is closest in their future lol. hes blood related to shiro who ill get to in a second.. shiros blood related to him as his uncle (brother of keiths dad) ALSO his hair isnt long in this reboot, hes got a short messy head of hair that he mostly just pulls back into a TINY little pony tail on his forehead (like in the game show ep) so it doesnt get in his face while hes working. he also has goggles bc thats the one thing from yalls reboot ideas i actually like (endgame lion: he momentarily pilots black during shiros disappearance but his permanent and stationary lion is red)
- fal’allura “fala, ALLURA” naguna’ephy: [lesbian] (age: 21 or close to that in alien standards) shes altean on her fathers side and teem (what we’re gonna call nymas race) on her mothers side. she bares more altean features except her eyes are solid yellow and shes only got four fingers on each hand. instead of crescent shaped facial markings, she has painted on red and golden lines across her nose and her upper lip. her hair (very dark purple with silver highlights and literal glowing, twinkling stars) is VERY long, brushing the floor as she walks except and (now bear with me cuz this might be hard to explain) her hair, the farther down u look kind of fades away? like it becomes semi to absolute transparent… idk how else to explain it but i hope u understand…. she does wear a crown but its more like a headdress.. (imagine beyonces headdress).. she doesnt wear it often, usually only on diplomatic missions to greet other worldly rulers bc its heavy and it makes her neck hurt :/.. her dress! looks like this! but a little more spiffy .. u know.. her casual/training clothes are just…. idk imagine a royal looking sports bra and leggings?? i guess … ALSO ALSO ALSO she can still shape shift but instead of limiting her shifting to just the changing of skin tone and height, she can completely mimic different alien species but only humanoid races.. like she can have those indented looking knees and huge ass horns and all that but she cant like. turn into an earth lizard u know what im saying. also also also also she still speaks with an accent just… not a british one….(endgame lion: no lion. she keeps leading and piloting the castle ship until destruction, where she leads and pilots the atlas)
- alejandro “LANCE, ale” reyes-leon: (age: 19 ½) [bi] hes cuban/black/vietnamese. his dad is black and vietnamese and his mom is cuban! hes got longish afro textured hair he keeps back in a pony tail most of the time like this or a bun when training bc hes too lazy to put any actual effort into styling it. hes got a couple moles/freckles scattered across his face and hes got sectoral heterochromiaaround his left pupil so theres a little bit of blue in one of his other wise dark brown eyes (like this).. i havent really figured out what his clothing style is.. i thought about keeping his clothes close to vld canon like his jacket (bc that was a really good jacket) but im gonna go a little wild here so hold on. he wears one of those surfer type looking skin tight turtleneck shirts underneath his heavy bomber jacket.. he wears just regular ripped jeans and hightops like in canon…….. hmm……. he wears a pink bead necklace under his shirt that was made by his little cousin just a couple weeks before he was shot off into space and he hasnt taken it off since…………. he also has a tiny stick and poke tattoo on his ankle he did when he was thirteen bc he thought it would look cool but it turned out kinda lop sided so he never takes his socks off in embarrassment (endgame lion: blue to red (during keiths reign as black paladin) then to black when shiro leaves voltron to lead the atlas alongside allura)
- takashi “SHIRO” shirogane: (age: 31) [gay] hes japanese/black. hes keiths uncle and the only family keith really has .. his design doesnt really change much except hes got long hair (like kuron) but its pulled up into a messy bun or pony tail.. in MY canon hes still gay and married to adam (whos name isnt adam i just cant think of a new name for him yet) (and adam lives dont worry) and theyre working on adopting a daughter before shiro has to leave for kerberos. shiro usually dresses in work out outfits so like. gym shorts… tank tops.. leggings.. imagine those white blonde dudes who always wear a man bun and only eat vegan and drink chai from starbucks bc thats exactly how shiro acts but ONLY ironically ……… when shiros abducted on the galra freighter and forced to fight in the ring, his hair streaks white but instead of just a clean scar across his nose, he has multiple long scars scattered across his face from a one x one between his face and some debris thrown at him by a gladiator. his prosthetic looks and remains kinda the same i guess but this time its decked out with claws on the finger tips so it looks a little more galran yeah? (endgame lion: no endgame lion. he pilots the atlas alongside allura)
- francesca “frannie, frankie, PIDGE” eleonora: (age: 15) [trans girl lesbian] shes . just italian i guess. so anyway shes not gonna be an asshole bitch like canon pidge.. shes gonna be the caring sweet but KINDA mean little sister we always wished we had.. the little sister who would tell u, with all honesty, that ur winged eyeliner was smudged before u hit the town with the girls and made a fool of urself……. ANYWAY shes still gonna be the ‘hacker’/computer geek techno girl but not as much ykno? shes JUST a little girl so she just kinda does her own thing. i rlly like all the fanart i see of her wearing overalls and stuff SO thats her canon design…… she wears faded overall jeans over a short sleeved pale pink tshirt w a dog one it and scuffed up chucks. she wears glasses but instead of just taking them from matt she has an actual prescription and is basically blind without them. i literally cannot stress this enough but shes such a nice girl like the team pretty much adopted her as their little sister the moment they boarded the castle ship. idk what else to add on to her!!!! i literally did not put any thought into pidge at all! (endgame lion: permanently green)
- opetaia“HUNK” tuitama: (age: 19 ¾) [bi] hes samoan/black. hunk was adopted and has two moms and three other siblings, all of who are younger than him. im not sure about his fashion other than i KNOW deep down in my heart that he would wear cargo shorts…. i cant find it in me to get rid of his bandana thing so i let him keep it except he uses it to tie his hair up instead of using it as a head band thing….. HUNK in my au is more of a tech freak/engineer than pidge so he handles most of that stuff with the occasional help from pidge (like wiring… she has tiny fingers that can grab the wires easier) hunk probably wears the crocs/sandals with socks combo but just because he loves hearing lance bitch about it whnever he struts into a room. hunk also looks good in his vest so im gonna let him keep that but it looks more modified… like it has a bunch of pockets and stuff to keep bolts and nuts and other stuff he needs to work with.. thats also why he wears cargo shorts; just for the pockets.. (endgame lion: permanently yellow)
also ur probably wondering “if lance is in black and keith is in red and allura doesnt pilot a lion, THEN WHOS PILOTING BLUE????” …….. heh… peep this………..
- ADAM elsammak-althani(thank u mal @fuckvld for ur gorgeous arabic adam hcs..): (age: 32) [gay] i dont have much to say about him other than read mals hc lists and that ADAM LIVES IN MY REBOOT and he also joins the voltron team and pilots the blue lion (i FIRMLY hc that hes a very free/wild spirit and just loves to make jokes and is just.. a really fun guy to be around and obviously blue would open up to him in a SECOND. dont even @ me) (endgame lion: BLUE!)
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