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@xgeumbit
— up, up, up with our voices! —
indie multimuse rp blog of Kpop D.emon Hunters, OC and Canon movie/hc based portrayal written by bourbon
21+ // nsft tagged // beta editor activity status: med activity — running queue & sporadic posts follows from @bourbontales
blog roll: @altrxisme , @xenjoyedthat
muse list perma starter/plot call // dynamic call ask memes // open starters // gen. plot wishlist
RULES below:
how cute is your muse? — minsu
"I accept this but how does cuteness relate to spousal quality?"
how cute is your muse? — hwa-young
"All right, I may not be the cutest but even this is a bit much."
A typical FT call feat. @xgeumbit / video version under cut.
as she ascends his body, jay tries his best to stay upright. there's something that thrums within him when they're face to face, when hwayoung trails her fingers across his skin and whispers soft, encouraging praise in the otherwise quiet of the room. it makes him blush, makes his stomach swoop pleasantly with something he knows he can't feel. can't have. he tries, desperately, to push it away as she leans in, and jay tilts her head down to meet her halfway for a kiss. the taste of himself on her tongue sends him a little into overdrive, and jay's hands easily brace against her waist, gripping at the curve of her hips until he can spin them around.
gently, he eases her back against the wall. his fingers tease along the waistband of her pants, and there's only one moment of hesitation until he sinks underneath, pushing past her underwear as well to reach what he really wants. and when he finds her, wet and slick already, he groans against her shoulder. ❛ fuck -- you're so wet, ❜ he comments, eyes blown out with desire. with want.
his head ducks into the curve of her neck, and jay focuses on sucking hot, open mouthed kisses against her skin as his fingers slide against her core. a teasing touch, at first, before he lets himself give her what he's been thinking about for the past fifteen minutes. curling, he sinks a finger into her, the slide so easy, effortless. it makes him keen, the noise a little loud as his teeth sink into her shoulder. pushing in just past the knuckle, jay begins a soft rhythm, working her over slowly until he knows she's ready for more.
one arm rests loosely over his shoulder, her other hand near the inner bend of his arm focusing below. a faint sigh flits about her lips as hwa feels his touch leave a trail of heat on her skin. his searching fingers brushing against the entrance of her core had her suck in a breath, her hand on his arm briefly squeezing before she turns her head— a soft laugh tickling the curve of his ear as she shifts to lift a leg to rest atop his thigh.
a loud moan falls from her lips at the tease, head falling back against the wall as hwa feels jay work her over with both his lips and hands. the sensations are electric, her leg pulling him closer until their hips are nearly pressed against one another. "can't— can't help it. the sounds you make when you come..." from his arm her hand travels up his chest, nails lightly raking over the thin fabric of his shirt, and firmly rests at the base of his neck.
warm walls greedily suck in his finger as it sinks, the bite on her shoulder arching her back from the sting while her hand tightly fists at the neck of his shirt. the pace of his hand has her mind spinning in circles, the arm that rests on his shoulder draws back to tightly grip the hairs on the nape of his neck with a groan. she curls into him, forehead pressing against his temple as her hips roll impatiently to get even closer.
he can't focus. can't breathe. can't think. matthew's body is being tugged in too many different directions. when minsu's cock finally wriggles free, presses between his cheeks after waiting for so long, matthew can only groan his appreciation. the words that fall from their lips barely register, the way they mock him for being so needy, so impatient. ( because it's true. there's nothing to hide behind when he reacts like this, thrusts himself back against the now familiar length of his cock without abandon. like he'll die if he can't have them now. )
and then he shifts, finally presses the head of his cock to matthew's stretched rim, and the sigh of relief that passes his lips could pass for a sob. his hands flex against minsu's shoulders, and his hips move, legs lifting himself up to adjust himself properly over minsu's cock. there's no need to tell him twice as he sinks down, buries minsu to the hilt within him in one, eager motion. ( and it only hurts a little, but the stretch is good. a reminder of what he's been missing while minsu was away. something that should scare him more than it does. )
"ahhhhhh, fuck," he whines, head tilted back in pure bliss. "fuck, it's so fuckin' good." as he settles, adjusts to the intrusion, matthew begins to roll his hips, starting a pace that makes him feel right at home. and the more comfortable he gets, the more blissful his smile becomes. "nothing," he starts, babbling incoherently, "nothing feels as good as this, fuck. please, fuck me. keep going, baby. i --," his head shakes, teeth catching his lower lip, "i need you so fucking badly."
he feels his breath catch in his throat for a moment, teeth digging at the corner of his lip as matthew sinks down on them. while the sensation isn't unfamiliar, it's been a while for minsu as well. their hand that lined himself in smooths over the curve of his ass, gripping his hip until it bruises— both to steady the man on his lap and himself as they're being ridden. a tempered exhale slips past parting lips as they watch the look on his face, hooking one arm beneath a knee to spread him open a bit more as their cock is greedily taken in.
"gods... look at you." they laugh lowly, leaning back slightly to give him a new angle to fuck himself on. "woulda pinned you as a singer with how much you're praising how good my dick feels." the hand on his hip travels up matthew's body, taking a quick rest stop to flick at his nipples to watch his reaction before settling at the base of his neck. "is this why you keep bothering me so much? you wanna be fucked until the only thing in your mind is my cock?"
they let it build, letting matthew take the pace, letting him show them how desperate he is— and how much he enjoys it, regardless of what he says with gritted teeth and hissed protests. they cradle his jaw— the moment a little too tender for the words that flow from their lips. dark eyes study the smile on his face, thumb brushing against the corner of his lips.
—a swift and sharp slap follows after. not enough to injure, but to sting.
"... you know you can beg better than that. let's hear it."
jungkook happily dancing for calvin klein ♡
rate how intimidating i am
I would run and hide away from the sight of you
I would watch you... from the balcony with binoculars
We can chill at the movies and have a laugh
I would break into your house just to yap
bourbon only! no touch! hissss
rate how intimidating i am
I would run and hide away from the sight of you
I would watch you... from the balcony with binoculars
We can chill at the movies and have a laugh
I would break into your house just to yap
bourbon only! no touch! hissss
my ancient texts are back do you care jay kim
there's a tone to her voice that implies she's not done with him, and it makes the nerves in jay's stomach spark to life. ( he wonders, briefly, if she's trying to kill him. if she takes pleasure in knowing just how easily he melts under her careful direction, under her guiding words that cause him to squirm. even when she's not here to look at him. ) his clean hand comes up to cover his face, blush evident as he groans in protest. ( for show, mostly -- it doesn't matter how long they've been doing this, he's still shy. )
teeth worry his lower lip, and jay picks up his phone, angling it down at his body from a somewhat uncomfortable angle. ❛ jagi, ❜ he whines, eyes widening when he realizes just how messy he is. ❛ i -- god, it's everywhere. ❜ the pout is evident in his tone, and jay closes his eyes, snaps a picture before he can regret it. fingers are slow to open his messages, and he quickly drops the picture in, sends it off without a second thought.
❛ you, too? ❜ he asks, almost like a reminder. ❛ wanna see you -- i miss you so much, hwa. i --, ❜ his head tilts back, body still tingling at the thought of her hands on his body, ❛ -- mmm, i can't wait to see you. ❜
a soft gasp and giggle flit about on her end as she looks at the photo her sent, giddy from the high of her climax moments before and seeing how much he's spilled even when they're oceans apart. "yah... all for me and i can't even help you with it." the laugh on her lips is faint as she moves around some on the bed, humming as soon as she gets an idea of what to send him in return.
"it hasn't even been a week, wonnie." briefly, she puts her phone on speaker before pulling up her camera app. her free hand taps a rhythm on her thigh before taking short trip lower. "but... i miss you too, aegi. can't wait to sleep next to you again."
the selfie she sends is somewhat faceless, her nose and lips the only facial features present, but it's not the main focus of the photo. right next to her smile is her hand— fingers angled in a way to show the glistening wetness from their shared high on the phone. turning off speaker, hwa returns to the call. "mm... it's not the same without you here, jay. do you want me to take you with me next time?"
[ stars ] — sender and receiver lay under the stars together / @xgeumbit
for all of the ecclectic interests jay has, astrology was not something that came naturally to him. sure, he enjoyed staring up into the sky as much as the next person -- his moon tattoo speaks for itself -- but, the meaning behind it all is lost on him. maybe he never got enough time to study as a kid, maybe the wonder of the universe was lost on him when he was too busy hiding his life away.
now, though, next to hwayoung, he's starting to understand. her hand points up into the sky, gesturing to one constellation after another, and jay is happily silent as he watches her. ( for all the time he spends blabbing on about the things he likes, it's nice to watch her do the same. ) his eyes are soft, body adjusting as his head leans into the comfort of her shoulder. his arm slings low around her waist, tugs her closer to his side with a gentle squeeze. like there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
❛ how did you learn all this stuff? ❜ he asks, tone genuine. ❛ like -- how does it all make sense? and who decides what makes the most sense? ❜ there's a curiosity hidden under his words as his teeth worry his lower lip, foot unconsciously tapping against her ankle. ❛ it's impressive. ❜
"when you're often around people that look into these things, you learn a thing or two." she doesn't protest when he pulls her close, the weight of his head on her shoulder more than familiar with how often they spends time together this closely. they're joined at the hip, figuratively and literally, as she leans a bit of her weight to his direction with a chuckle.
"i won't lie— it still takes me a while to make sense of it all, still." her fingers mindlessly fiddles with his that is on her waist, feelings the callouses and the texture of his skin. she rests the side of her head atop his, turning slightly to let her nose press against his hair. corny as it sounds, the smell of him has become a comforting one.
in fact— everything about jay is a comfort to her.
had someone told her back then that the guy who painted her and the girls during one of their exhibition performances in cali would be one of the deciding factors for her to continue with her master's and be a guest lecturer for a whole year to a university across the world from her home country— hwa would have given them a concerned look and walked away to tell her family how ridiculous it was. ( although, her parents— the love story that they are— would have found it rather sweet. )
"it's a lot of interpretation work too."
jay blinks several times, staring at the other man with a sense of wonder. ( what the hell has his life become that he's here, of all places? a million thoughts flash through his mind -- the first one being, what is going on? ) he's nervous, eyes unable to focus on anything that's not yong-rae's face. and he's sure it reads, too -- he's horrible at hiding how he feels, how things affect him in real time. as it stands, his cheeks are already darkening, gaze wide from behind his glasses.
is he joking with him? maybe getting too much into character? jay's not an actor, can't meet him halfway on whatever bit he may or may not be doing. it makes him swallow thickly, makes his eyes drop to the floor as he focuses only on his feet. on the steps he needs to take to keep up appearances.
❛ i -- uh, ❜ he starts, tumbling over his words at a break neck pace. ❛ i don't... think it's necessary to learning. to, uh, teaching you the dance. ❜ he laughs, awkward and dry and panicked as he starts dancing again. his focus, however, is rattled, and jay steps on yong-rae's toe with little grace. and when he tries to fix it, he does it again. groaning, his head hangs, shakes with disappointment. ❛ i -- i can't concentrate when you look at me like that. ❜ the words are quiet, almost meant for only himself as they fall from his lips.
a laugh spills with a charmed smile, amusement fueling it as yong-rae settles his hands on the side of the dancer's arms. "hey, we can take a ten before trying again. i didn't mean to throw you off that much." his thumbs runs circles on the other's skin, an attempt to calm him down from his flustered state.
he motions for him to follow as he plops onto the couch, the cushions sinking under his weight. the actor adjusts for a moment, as he always does with any furniture that toes the line of being unable to hold him up or its plushness deceives how much it can truly carry. "... i take it that character's charisma is extremely effective." he turns to look at jay with a raised brow, chuckling beneath his breath as he lightly knocks his knee against his in a tease. "this guy's going to be another fan favorite for sure."
lips press together as yong-rae watches jay, making sure that the kiss from earlier didn't go into uncomfortable territory. it's a bit of a struggle at times to know how to approach things like this, especially if directness could potentially scare him off. "was that... too far?" he's careful when he presents the question, one arm thrown across his stomach as he's sinking into the cushions while the other reaches out to lightly tap the spot on the other's hand where he pressed his lips to.
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Was talking to poli about this as a possible plot thread with Hwa but I wanted to share it on here for the other Hwa-lovers on here:
Hwa being the center dancer in a MV but is told by the mv director to cover-up her face bc of "how plain her face looks" compared to the concept vibe. Bonus points if the other muse is an idol c:
there's a silence that hangs over them when seong-su brings jay's attention to the scene across the way. ( he's a little... awkward, honestly, watching it happen. and the fact that even a total stranger can tell that he's totally into her is a bit embarrassing, he thinks. because jay tries really, really hard to keep his feelings under control -- knowing that his efforts are basically useless makes him a little sheepish. makes him shrink in on himself. )
still, he doesn't like the idea that hwayoung owes him anything. because she doesn't -- they both agreed to the rules of their game when it started. it's not fair for him to expect more from her just because his feelings have developed beyond friendship. that seems scummy. lips twisted, jay's fingers tap against the side of his pint glass. ❛ lots of the dancers are close, ❜ he explains, voice still soft when he speaks. ❛ we go out a lot -- bonding, i think, is what she called it. lots of strong personalities in that group. ❜ that makes him chuckle, at the very least, and jay shifts on the spot, looks towards the taller man with a raised brow.
❛ why are you over here? ❜ he asks, tone a little blunt. it's unlike jay to ask something like that, to call someone out on what they're doing, but the beer gives him a little bit of liquid courage. and, so, he turns, faces him a little more head on. ❛ what makes me more interesting than all of the famous people here, hmm? ❜
a brow twitches up when the other turns to him, interest in what's to come reeling the demon back in when he was about to leave the other in his lonesome. abby could tell this isn't a typical reaction from the otherwise quiet dancer who's gaze always turns to the hunter when he thinks no one is looking.
"why am i here? i'm part of the main event, man." he casually replies, leaning towards him as if to bump shoulders but pulls back quickly in jest ( in truth, he could feel the prickle of that damned protection talisman or charm or whatever on his person. ) "nah, i'm trying to feel out other people, you know? i'm still pretty new here myself. lots of people to meet and get to know." potential souls to feast or offer to the demon king to appease him while the sajas continue to round up more fans for the grand finale.
"c'mon now. famous people have to start somewhere, right? just like my members and i." any thoughts of keeping it low are slowly being pushed down by seong-su's growing interest to see how far he can tip either this dancer— or the hunter that's been keeping an eye on him since he first stood next to him. abby has always been as instigator, even before making a deal with gwi-ma. his time in the hwarang poking fun at nobles and turning their fancy way of speaking against them, gave him a certain thrill and this was no different. "we know a thing or two about getting... looked over. so excuse me for trying to be a little helpful with... whatever's happening with you two."
As soon as her eyelids began to flutter, Zoey's expression scrunched up into one of displeasure as she came nearer to consciousness. The gathering light of the early dawning hours coming in through the windows was enough to finally wake her, but the residual pounding at the back of her head had her wishing for the peace of unconsciousness once more. What had started out with intention as a groan of annoyance came out more as a pathetic moan just as Minsu appeared with tray in hand as Zoey blinked into coherency. Though the sound of Minsu's voice was always a comfort, the pain in her head was unwelcomed even as the healer knelt beside her to check her over before filling her in on the details she'd missed whilst being knocked out. "It hurts..." She admitted flatly, making a face at Minsu at the obvious conclusion even though none of it was any fault of theirs. "I've gotta start wearing a helmet or something..." She grumbled, wincing as she moved to try and sit up on the couch.
"Wait, when did we get upstairs?"
"Well, feeling something is definitely a start." Not the best, but one nonetheless. They would have been more worried if Zoey attempted to get back on her feet too quickly. That would lead to more problems later down the line, and he would rather not try to retire the other hunter so soon.
With a flick of his wrist, the curtain is pulled halfway with one of his fighting needles to dampen the light that's about to come in with the sunrise coming around the corner. "If you decide to go the helmet route... I would like to throw my suggestion of making it an American football helmet." they chuckled, the sound filling the room. A funny thought for the girl who lived in the States for a while, but with how often she's been getting injured lately— they might actually suggest something similar to her for her own safety.
"You got upstairs just like how anyone who's unconscious does, cutie." They waited a moment for her to gather her bearings before he held out his hand for her to take. In their other hand was a glass of water for her after passing out for however many hours. "—I carried you up here."
