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hxxsxxng · 5 months ago

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Jungwon backstage smut

GIRLFRIEND EXCLUSIVE y.jw

「pairing」 : idol!jungwon x girlfriend!reader

「genre」 : smut

「word count」 : 1.2k

「synopsis」 : jungwon catches you being desperate after the shows over

「warnings」 : MINORS DNI!!! teasing, jungwon walks in on the reader masturbating, fingering, oral (f recieving), implication of sex

「authors note」 : thank you to who requested this and plan to make an extended version of this if enough people think i should! SUPPORT BY REBLOGGING

「taglist」 : @jakeflvrz

The Fate tour made Jungwon and his members travel all around the world. Of course he couldn’t leave his girlfriend behind. I mean really, going on tour for months on end without seeing his girl would just be a nightmare. Flying first class, traveling the world, and experiencing different countries together were all things that were a plus to being with him.

Having to stand in the crowd acting as if you do not know each other during sound check, but him practically staring at you the majority of the time doesn’t really make anyone suspicious since the people around usually think they he is looking at them instead.

But then when the show really starts, you are in his dressing room, helping him get changed and showering him with kisses, something nobody else will ever get to do. Seeing him all sweaty from the performances and changing between each outfits was a girlfriend exclusive viewing.

“What are you looking at” he catches you ogling at him while he is putting on his jewelery. “You” you said confidently, keeping your eyes glued to his slim fingers and his neck.

“Oh, that” he chuckles, shaking his head like a teacher reprimanding their student. “Stop being silly, babe. You know very well that you could see my entire body right now.”

“Maybe” you hummed teasingly, poking him on the ribs. Each bone in his body was carved perfectly to your liking, seeing him get dressed to perform in front of thousands on random people who will never know the true Jungwon made you sort of… jealous?

You slid you hand up his chest and began to slide his white jeweled jacket off of his shoulders. “Babeee, the count down is starting, I can’t miss the begining of this next set” he protested, trying to put the sleeve back on his shoulder.

“Okay… just know that I will be waiting ever so patiently for you to get back” you teased while squeezing your tits together, enough to create even more visible cleavage in your dark red fitted shirt.

He blushes, biting his lips while you continue to stare into his captivating brown orbs, feeling the need to pull him into a sweet kiss until the last second before the song starts.

“God I hate when you tease me” he tried to complain, not knowing that you could see a tent growing in pants. You could hear the ticking getting louder in the dressing room, indicating that it was getting close to time for him to go. You pull him in for a quick kiss before the count down finally came to an end and he had to rush to make it to the stage on time.

“I love you baby” he says while holding your hand until he got far got far enough apart that your hands couldn’t reach. “I love you too darling”. By that point, he was almost too far away to hear what you said.

Seeing him leave without having any of the pressure between your thighs relieved was more than uncomfortable. You felt like a child being ripped away from their toy.

You slumped back into your chair in a more desperate mood than you were before. There was no way you could wait until Jungwon came back from the next set. You find your fingers wondering down your stomach, unbuttoning the jeans you wish he were taking off, and slide your hand into your sticky panties.

You let out a sigh of relief, massaging your clit gently as you imagined between your legs instead. Just thinking about Jungwon’s face when he returned after performing his last show left goosebumps on your skin. So sweaty and elegant, it turned you on even more. He’d look so good with his mouth hanging open as you rode him slowly the times before, the images were engraved in your mind as if you were watching porn.

Even now, with your fingers wrapped inside your panties, you could imagine him there, and you aligning his tip at your enterance, before letting your weight down onto his length.

You pulled your pants down further, allowing you to remove your underwear as well. Now you were just left in a t-shirt in the middle of Won’s dressing room. You slid your ring and middle finger into your gushing hole and kept a consistent pace on your clit wit the other hand.

The more your mind wondered, the closer you got to your orgasm without realizing. Your fingers were coated with your slick and your head was thrown back on the couch, eyes closed. It was an erotic sight for Jungwon to walk in on. Even when he walked, you didn’t notice since you were lost in your own world of pleasure.

He bent down in front of you, trying to be quiet enough for you not to notice. He removes both of your hands that make you jump to immediately cover yourself. Your cheeks were glowing red with embarrassment.

“It’s already over!?” you screamed in shock. “Shhhh baby just relax” he says calmly while rubbing your clit slowly. The words got choked up in your mouth as you allowed yourself to slowly melt into is fingers.

He spread your legs open further and inserted his tongue into the mixture. “Really couldn’t wait until I got back, huh?” he teased. The sensation of his light touch made your mouth fall open, trying not to be too loud for the members in the neighboring dressing rooms to hear.

His hot breath hitting your wetness sent shivers up your spine as he continued to navigate your folds with his tongue. He inserted two fingers into your gushing hole keeping a slow pace to keep you on the edge as long as possible. He made sure to hit your spongy patch with each thrust. The more he pushed you over the edge, the more he found yourself gripping the couch to keep your balance, gasping in pleasure as you ride Jungwon through his fingers.

You gripped his hair as the coil in your stomach was about to snap. “Fuck Wonnie, I’m about to cum” you pleaded while your hips were shaking under his touch.

“I wanna taste you, cum all over my tongue angel” he growled, pressing a soft kiss against your inner thigh. Your walls squeezed his digits, pulsing in ecstasy. His tongue collected your juices and he swallowed them with pride. He smirked as he slipped his fingers out of your dripping pussy, taking them up to his mouth to get another taste.

“Fuck, you taste so good sweetheart” he praised while licking his fingers clean. The looks in his eyes spoke for themselves, he needed you bad. He began to get undressed and changed into his comfortable clothes as if nothing ever happened.

“Can we please go back to the hotel? I don’t know how much longer I can wait” he said. It wasn’t like a question, it was more like a demand.

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porcelainseashore · 6 months ago

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Buckle Up and Enjoy the Ride

Pairing: Dominant! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: There are many things Leon uses his belt for — some of which involve you.

Content & Warnings: 18+ Consensual kink, belts, bondage, impact play, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving).

Author's Note: Happy AO3 Posting Anniversary to my lovely friend, AliBelleRosetta / @alibellerosetta! 🎉 I’m so glad to have met you and cheers to many more fulfilling creative writing experiences. Here’s my naughty little gift to you, enjoy! 🎁❤️ (P.S. I tried to wrap Leon in a box, but he wouldn’t let me, lol)

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Leon’s always been a practical man with a penchant for multipurpose items. The more ways he can use an item, the better. This often means leaning heavily into his creativity, something which he prides himself on.

Take, for example, his trusty belt that has served him well through countless missions, slinking over his slim fit jeans or tactical pants, resting just above a certain pair of assets. That very same belt which he has secured over his navy blue suit trousers, whenever he needed to head into the White House for a formal function. In a pinch, he could use it as a makeshift weapon, vicious and deadly in his hands. However, there are other uses for it that he would much rather keep private, like a clandestine secret shared only between you and him.

When the layers of clothes shed off, so does his prim and proper golden boy veneer, which he wears like a mask around strangers and friends alike. The only time he lets loose is around you. You kneel down obediently before him when he unbuckles his belt, knowing full well what is to come next. He teases you by running the smooth, supple leather against your lips, the natural grain against your skin. You close your eyes and sigh, breathing in its warm, earthy smell — the smell of him.

He likes to take his time to play with you. Frequently, you find your wrists tied to the bedpost, the firmness of his belt restricting you from moving too far, separating him from your touch. Meanwhile, he does what he wants with your body, exploring every dip and curve with his tongue trailing along your bare skin. It’s only a matter of time until you feel his hot, shaky breath against your mound, and with a feverish hunger, he takes your pussy into his mouth, lapping at your clit as you squirm against him. You feel the leather around your wrists tightening and creaking under the strain of your pulling. He holds your hips down firmly with his hands and continues as you cry out his name.

Sometimes, after a bout of relentless teasing, or if you’ve done something particularly naughty, he rips his belt off, pulling it taut between his hands as you hear it snap to attention. “Wanna play?” he smirks at you.

Bending you over the mattress, he doles out a few experimental taps with his belt on your ass, just to warm up. Gently rubbing its soft, fleshy cheeks, he whacks you properly this time, adjusting the intensity to how you react, timing it perfectly with every gasp and hitch of your breath, as pain mixes into pleasure.

“You like that?” he growls, voice thick with lust, in between sharp smacks. Your ass is sore and marked up red; you’ll be feeling it tomorrow. But every wince is a hushed whisper of what took place the night before, and every imprint an insatiable reminder of who you belong to.

Other times, when you’re both too horny to wait any longer, he throws you onto the bed, wrapping the belt around your waist roughly. You’re on all fours, and he listens out for your word before tugging at you forcefully, leather bound around his hand and wrist like a leash, as he yanks your pussy back onto his hardened cock, stretching it out as you take in every inch of him.

He rails you into the mattress deeply; you can feel his cock twitching and dragging along your sensitive walls. He savors every moan and scream in ecstasy that he manages to draw out of you, until your throat is hoarse and you’re nothing but a whimpering mess beneath him.

There’s a loud rap on the front door and he throws a towel around his waist, answering it top naked, as if to spite whoever it is. Turns out it’s another noise complaint from the neighbors from hell, so it’s back to keeping quiet and stealthy.

He fits the belt across your mouth and you clench down on the strap. His hips snap against yours, fucking you at a merciless pace as if he had never stopped to begin with. Teeth marks show on the gummy leather which he’ll wear like a badge of honor, a lucky charm he’ll never lose in a fight.

Your words are muffled, when in actuality you’re uttering a string of curses and his name over and over like a prayer.

“What was that again, sweetheart?” he grits out, teetering on the edge, yet signed off as usual with his irresistible cocky grin.

You want to wipe it off his smug face, but as he brings both of you over the threshold where you’re riding on a high, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil #fic: buckle up and enjoy the ride #porcelainscribbles

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holylulusworld · 8 months ago

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A perfect gentleman

Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Warning: bitchy friends, mentions of anxiety, meet cute, sex with a stranger, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex

You bobbed your head to the song blaring from the loudspeakers. It was the only thing you could do. That, and watching the others dance with men they just met. Grinding into them – their intentions clear.

Maybe you are not the most social person, but being in a place with so many people spiked your anxiety.

You shuddered and ripped your gaze from your friends to order another drink. Something light. You never were much into alcohol.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” a man plopped down next to you and dipped his head. “How can I help you relax?” He purred and moved his hand to your thigh.

“You could start by stopping to touch her,” another man suddenly stood behind your back. He pushed the other guy off you and glared at the stranger touching you. “Is that the way to welcome tourists now?”

“Man, she looked lonely,” the man grunted but made space for the second guy. “Didn’t know you called dips on her already, Raymond.”

“Get lost,” Raymond snapped at the man. You flinched and tried to make yourself as small as possible while the men fought. “We don’t harass ladies at my favorite place.”

“Alright, alright,” the man huffed. “She’s not worth the effort. You can have her.”

“Hey, are you okay,” Raymond softly asked. He must’ve been from around, because of his sexy accent. You always had a thing for men with an accent. “I hope he didn’t hurt you. Some guys shouldn’t drink too much.”

“Uh-thank you,” you murmured and finally looked at the man. Raymond looked like you imagine a British gentleman, but with a dash of roughness and something hidden behind his neat appearance.

He was wearing a navy-blue corduroy waistcoat, a slim tie with the same color, and a light blue and white striped button-down over dark wash slim-fit stretch jeans. His hair was neatly gelled back, and his beard was long but well-trimmed. Orange-rimmed clear lens glasses framed his handsome face.

“That was very nice of you.”

“A gentleman must protect a lady in need,” he grinned and sat next to you. “Let me buy you a drink for the inconvenience, and for not stepping in sooner.”

“You came the moment the man put his hand on my thigh,” you shyly glanced at Raymond. He offered his name to you and held out his hand. You placed your hand in his, feeling another shudder run through your body. This man was unlike any guy you ever met.

He screamed danger but acted like a gentleman. You could smell weed on his clothes when he leaned closer to ask you for your name.

“Y/N,” you replied and allowed him to hold your hand for a little longer than needed. He ran his thumb over your skin, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips. “Thank you again.”

“What brings you here, love?” Raymond leaned impossibly closer, letting you feel his warmth. “I assume you are a tourist.”

You chuckled. “What gave me away?”

“Your accent, and I know every pretty girl in town.”He laid it on thick when he purred your name and told you that you look beautiful in your dress. He already had you when he saved you from the grabby guy, but you wanted to bask in his compliments for a little longer.

“Every single one,” you chuckled. “You’re a very busy man in that case.”

He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I don’t know every woman like that.” Raymond gave you a wink. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”

“My friends are still somewhere at this place,” you leaned closer to drink his appearance and scent in. You were enchanted by this man. “Probably rubbing themselves against the guys they just met.”

His eyes sparkled at your words. You were about to do the same with him. Why – you had no clue. He was handsome and charming. But there was something else drawing you in like the moth to the flame.

“Do you want to leave this place?” A question was not in his words when he got up, still holding your hand. “I promise to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t make it far. Before you knew it, you left the bar with Raymond. You ended up pressed into the wall in the dark alley behind the bar.

He was all over you, lips devouring your mouth the moment you were out of sight. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding your panties soaked. He teased you for your floral cotton panties, moving the fabric aside to shove a finger inside your soaked cunt.

Raymond lifted you off of your feet, and you ended up in his arms, your pussy stuffed to the brim with his thick cock.

“Fuck, this is a tight little cunt,” he puffed into your neck. Hot breath fanning over your skin. “You’ve been a good girl, huh? How many guys did you fuck behind a bar so far?”

“No one,” you held tight onto Raymond as he slowly rocked into you. “Only you.”

“You’re so good for me, love,” he whispered in your ear as he mercilessly battered your cunt. He was not a gentle lover any longer. Raymond fucked up into you, all the while holding your body safe in his arms. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to ruin you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to move your hips.

“Ruin me. Do it. I’m done being the good girl.”

“Why did you leave without us?” One of your friends asked. Janice walked inside your shared hotel room, smirking as you were reading another book. “Y/N we are on vacation. Stop reading and go out there. There is a whole new world to explore.”

“Yeah. Maybe you’ll get some dick too if you stop hiding,” your other friend snapped at you. She didn’t get lucky last night and tried to let her anger out on you. Chanel always gets lucky. Just not last night.

“Oh, I think you will have enough fun for all of us,” you hid that you were the one getting a perfect dick last night. Well, they wouldn’t have believed you. You never take a risk. This includes fucking a stranger behind a bar. “Don’t forget to wrap it before you let any dick get near you.”

“It’s their job,” Janice huffed. “I only need my lipstick and nothing else.”

You bit your tongue. Last night you were the one making sure that you didn’t take a bigger risk. Raymond was all too eager to fill you, but you insisted on protection. Even though you were a horny mess wanting nothing more than to feel him bare inside of you.

“Have fun reading,” Janice snapped at you. “We are going to meet up with some girls we met last night and tonight, we’re going back to the bar. Tonight, I’ll get lucky and fuck a British guy!”

“Don’t wait for us to come back today. You’re no fun to be around since you and Ransom broke up,” Chanel added. A low blow to your fragile heart.

With your friends gone, you had the time to enjoy the city. You explored the usual spots tourists would seek out and ended up in a nice little café to have a break.

It was close to your hotel, and you could enjoy the sun as long as you wanted to.

At least no one tried to hit on you here or called you boring for enjoying your tea and biscuits.

“This must be fate,” a familiar voice said. Raymond stopped short in his tracks when he recognized you. “What brings you here?”

“I was—” You licked your lips at the sight of Raymond. Today he was wearing a soft camel tan shawl cardigan and a skinny burgundy tie over his dark wash jeans. He looked as perfect as ever when he claimed the empty chair on your table, “having a break from exploring town.”

“Sightseeing,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Raymond eyed you up and down in your simple shirt, cardigan, and a pair of worn-out jeans. “I could give you the Smith tour to show you all the secret spots no tourist ever saw.”

“Smith tour?” You wrinkled your forehead.

“That’s my surname, sweetness,” he smirked and nodded at the waitress to order tea and biscuits himself. “Do you want to go on that tour with me?”

“Sure,” you said a little too fast. He was still a stranger, but you let him fuck you twice last night. What else could he want? You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you and having the chance to fuck him again had you already dripping. “I’d love to see more than the usual spots.”

You didn’t see much of town. All Raymond showed you was his large, luxurious estate where he lives by himself. And you didn’t see much of it either.

Raymond had you pinned to his mattress; his cock buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt moments after he guided you inside his home.

“Shit, look at you,” he purred before he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “I could get used to having you like this. Underneath me, filled with my cock.” He kissed you again, softer this time. “Bare.”

He rocked his hips at a slow pace, dragging his thick cock along your walls. Raymond smirked as you dug your fingertips into his back.

“Raymond,” you whimpered his name. “Please.”

“Fuck, say my name again,” he buried his face in your neck to nip at your soft spot. “Now,” Raymond growled your name and gave you a particularly hard thrust. “Sweetness.”

“Raymond.”

“Again,” he snapped his hips into yours. “NOW!”

“RAYMOND!” You screamed his name on the top of your lungs. “RAYMOND!” You chanted it like a prayer. “Please.”

“Fucking take it,” Raymond whispered in your ear. “You’re meant to lie underneath me, my cock in your sweet pussy.” He slowly fucked into you, taking his time to enjoy having you again. “All I was thinking about was your cunt. I could smell you on me all day.”

Your arousal coated his cock with every thrust. It soaked the sheets underneath you, ruining the fine fabric you admired before you ended up on his bed.

“You’re mine now,” he threatened, his voice a deep growl as he kept on fucking you into the mattress. “Say it.”

He stopped moving and stared at you underneath him. “Say it!”

“’m yours, Ray…”

He kissed you again, sweet but dirty. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you ate earlier.

“Yes. Fuck.” You started to clench around him and tremble underneath Raymond. “Please.”

“Ohhh…fuck,” he thrusted into you, ignoring that you cried out his name. Raymond simply fucked you through your high, rhythm never faltering as you threw your head left and right. It sounded cliché, or like bad porn. But right at that moment it was all you could do because he just felt too good inside of your body. “That’s it.”

“Come inside of me, please,” you pleaded. “NOW!”

Fuck…He thought and exploded inside of your quivering cunt. Raymond didn’t stop. He trusted in and out of you, making an even bigger mess of his sheets.

“That was,” you sighed when he slipped out of you to lie next to you. Raymond panted, and you patted his chest when he gasped for air.

“I know, sweetness.”

“Thank you for making my vacation much more interesting,” you laughed as he crawled back on top of you to kiss you softly and gently.

“Thank you for making my shitty week better.”

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Smith.”

His shower was amazing. Just like the rest of his home. It was huge, and the rain showerhead was something else.

Not that you got the chance to enjoy it much. The warm water barely had the time to run down your body before Raymond was all over you again.

He stood behind you to nip at your earlobe with his teeth. His skilled hands cupped your tits, and you fell back against his chest.

“Still not enough?” He chuckled at your words. “You're insatiable.

“You’re just too cute to ignore.” He watched you turn around to cup his face to kiss him. “What are you up to, sweetness?”

“I’d love to fuck you again,” you purred his name and ran your hands over his chest. “What are you up to?”

Raymond smirked, and you knew you were in for a rougher treatment. He twirled you around, barking orders at you. “Hands against the wall.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he was on you again, to manipulate your body. He gripped your hip with one hand and guided his weeping cock into your dripping pussy. “But I’ll not stop you from being a perfect little cockslut for me.”

You hissed but welcomed his length like an old friend. “You feel too good inside of me, is all.”

“Yeah,” he kissed your neck. “How good? Good enough to spend the rest of your vacation with me.”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation. To hell with your friends, sightseeing, and biscuits. All you wanted to do is spend time impaled on Raymond’s cock.

“I knew it,” he breathed into your neck. “You’re perfect.”

Raymond nipped at your neck while slinging his arms around your waist.

“My little lost tourist.” He slowly but steadily pumped into you. “Lucky me getting inside this sweet body.”

“Oh, yes,” The warm water gently rained down on you and Raymond, and your wet bodies slid easily against one another. “Fuck, please.”

“Same, sweetness,” he growled as you started to push back onto his length. Raymond was close to losing all control. He pressed you against the wall, pumping into you with all the strength he had left in him.

You slammed the palms of your hand against the shower wall feeling your high ripple through your body. You were panting heavily, and your knees buckled when he emptied himself inside of you.

“No, you don’t understand,” Raymond grunted into the phone. He watched you turn around in your sleep to snuggle into his pillow. “I want you to tell me where to pick her things up. Y/N wants to spend the rest of her vacation with me, not you.”

He groaned as your friends bombarded him with questions. His patience was wearing thin, and he was close to sending one of his problem solvers to get your belongings.

“Listen, all you need to know is that she’s safe with me. No…I won’t send you a picture of her.” Cursing loudly, he looked at you.

“Give me the phone,” you yawned, and rubbed your tired eyes. “They won’t believe you, Ray.”

“Fine,” he handed you your phone, waiting for you to confirm that he’s not some psycho kidnapper holding you hostage. Even though, his cock twitched when he imagined keeping you at his home forever.

“Janice, relax,” you tried to calm your friend. “I met Raymond two days ago at the bar. Yeah, where you left me all alone. We met again at a café, and I spent the last two days with him at his home. I texted and called you, but you didn’t answer so, I believed you don’t give a shit about me and if I’m still alive.”

Janice muttered into the phone, but you didn’t care. You told her to pack your things and hand them to whoever Raymond will send to them.

One week later you sat on his couch, snuggled into one of the blankets he offered to you. “You’ve got a nice home,” you said and smiled. It pained you that in not a week you had to leave this wonderful place and the man owning it. “Maybe I can come back here one day.”

“Or,” he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, “I just keep you here forever.” Raymond nuzzled his face in your neck. “I heard you quit your job, left your boyfriend, and are looking for adventure.”

“What? I-“ you spluttered. “How did you find out?”

“Your friends are rather talkative,” he shrugged and moved his hand between your legs. “I got a big home, and a good job waiting for you. I know this is sudden, but I’d love to keep you around. What do you say?”

Part 2

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chubbycelebs · 1 month ago

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The Big Boys (final)

The living room was filled with moaning and groaning. Fast food wrappers and empty boxes of cakes littered the room, covering the floor. A loud belch came from the kitchen floor. A naked Harry was sat there, with food wrappers surrounding him. His fattened body was large and bloated. The previous toned body was ruined with a soft chest and flabby thighs but mostly a new wobbly fat gut that dominated his figure. He’d given in to his slobbish ways, but he wasn’t the only one.

The rest of the boys were all sat around the sofa rubbing their expanded guts. Every one of them were massively overweight and had turned into fat piggies. Zayn was a similar size to Harry but with thicker chest and arms, still somehow resembling a muscly man but his soft belly gave his piggish ways away. He slapped his gut as he let out a low burp, playing with his hairy underbelly. He placed a hand on Niall’s cat thigh. Niall had blown up to obese territory. Every part of him was filled with warm doughy fat, like he was melted ice cream or over fermented bread. His fat round face melted into his neck and soft flabby chest. His tits sat pillow like on his huge round smooth belly which rolled into his love handles and fat ass. He sat there still shovelling a cake slice into his greedy mouth. Laid on the next sofa was the pot bellied fatty, Louis. His hairy stomach had expanded into a huge obese belly. His face still slim but his body was pushing 275lbs. He was laid watching Harry as he moaned and rubbed his belly. Louis was lucky his fat belly covered a lot of his manhood in this moment. And I’m a twist of events sat Liam on the kitchen counter, rolling his fat belly inbetween his fingers. He had truly let him self go and become one of the boys. Whilst his belly smaller than the rest, he was expanding fast and would soon join the rest of them in the ranks of obesity.

As the night crept in, the boys all waddled to their rooms with a tray of cakes to keep them full for the night or each other. It became routine that after a day of intense eating and fattening, that the boys would reward each other with the most erotic, piggy sex they could do. It was filled with mocking, pinching, slapping and shaming each other’s fatness. And they all couldn’t get enough of it. Harry had started shaking his belly in Louis face as Louis kisses and nibbles Harry’s hairy underbelly. Harry was proud of the weight he now couldn’t stop gaining and Louis was proud just how fat he had gotten his boyfriend.

There was no point in getting dressed now as well. Non of the boys fit into their clothes and what’s the point in buying more clothes if they are just gonna grow out of them. This was evident when Louis and Harry went for a date night at a restaurant. After the starter Harry could see Louis already moving uncomfortably in his seat. He had barely gotten his jeans on in the first place but now with his belly being filled, it was pushing the limits of his clothes. The mains came and it wasn’t long until a pop could be heard of Louis jean button coming undone. Harry could see Louis slightly relax as his gut came spilling forward. Harry giggled at Louis humiliation and then the bottom button on his shirt cam rocketing off, rattling on the floor of the restaurant. By the end of the meal, Harry had popped 3 more buttons, now half of his gut hanging out, and his jeans fully unzipped to accommodate the expanded body. Louis was practically oozing out of his clothes. His shirt had ridden up to above his belly button, and his jeans were hardly containing his fat thighs. Large rips could be seen on both sides of his thighs, where fat was oozing out, begging to be freed. As they got in the taxi and got home, their clothes very quickly couldn’t hold in their lard filled bodies. They stepped through the door and their clothes practically ripped off their bodies. In that moment they vowed to never wear clothes again.

The boys had established a good routine now. They loved how they looked and loved how it made them feel and they loved each other beyond belief. It’s safe to say that the rest of their lives together would be filled with feeding, fucking and fattening boys.

Final part of this story. So sorry it took ages to do I’ve had a lot going on. Gonna take a bit of a break from writing for a bit. Hope you guys enjoy the final part and all my previous work. Make sure to send requests and I’ll get round to them as soon as I can

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bodyhopper-files · 1 year ago

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The Imposter Jason

"Fuck yes, I've finally done it! I've stolen your body, Jason," the former nerd muttered under the hot and steamy water of the shower, "Your perfect body is now mine."

Jason was built like a modern Adonis – a perfect and smooth sculpture of gym-built toxic masculinity in all its rawest forms. The former nerd felt the hot water cascade over his rock-solid shoulders and thick chest and chiseled abs. He flexed his biceps and glanced down to his stiffening cock with pride.

"And this cock!" he continued to admire the fruits of his labor, "With this body and this cock, I can have anyone I want. Every inch of me is flawless now, absolutely fucking perfect!"

His smooth, gently curved penis got even harder at the naughty words coming from the imposter Jason’s mouth.

"Let's not forget this face. I'm so handsome now that I'd even fuck myself."

He could no longer contain himself and let his hands grasp his hardening manhood as he caressed it like a hard-won prize. Soon he found himself bracing against the wall of the shower as his hips were thrusting back and forth. His abs clenched, and with a gasp, he ejaculated onto the tiles of the shower.

"Oh, damn!" he exhaled, "Is this what it's like to be hot? I turn myself on every time I see myself and I'm so fucking horny all the time!"

He finished his shower and stepped out, drying himself off with the softest of towels. He then proceeded to choose one of Jason's sexiest outfits for going out to a bar. He put on a tight-fitting black T-shirt that accentuated his broad chest and muscular arms. He slipped into some slim-fit jeans that hugged his thighs and butt perfectly. On top of it all, he put on a leather jacket that gave him an air of dangerous mystery. His hair was styled in a messy bedhead look that made him look even more attractive than before.

Finally ready to go, the former nerd checked himself in the mirror one last time, feeling primal, full of arrogant confidence, and ready to fuck.

"Now, let's see what this body can do," the imposter said with a cocky grin.

At the bar, the former nerd introduced himself freely as "Jason." He'd become settled into his new personality and was now wearing it like a skin-tight glove as he gained the lustful attention of men and women alike. He'd never felt so alive, so free and so powerful. Every person he talked to was captivated by his new body and his powerful charm. His confidence was unparalleled as he made one conquest after another.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he could do anything. He was living a dream and it was all thanks to his new, perfect body. By the end of the night, the imposter Jason had become a master of seduction, a god with a mission of masculinity.

As the night progressed, Jason found himself in the company of a stunning woman named Sophia. With her long dark hair and piercing blue eyes, she exuded confidence and sexuality in a way that made Jason's heart race. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, even as he reveled in the attention of others. The two of them talked and laughed, their conversation flowing easily as they sipped on drinks and leaned in closer to one another. As the night wore on, the air between them grew thick with tension. Finally, Sophia leaned in and whispered in Jason's ear.

"I want you, Jason. Come back to my place with me."

Unable to resist her seductive nature, Jason followed her out of the bar and into the cool night air. The woman led him to a nearby apartment, where she wasted no time in ripping off his shirt and pressing her lips against his chest. He moaned softly as her hands roamed down his stomach, worshiping his every naked inch.

Jason found himself forgetting about his past as Sophia pleasured him and he aggressively returned the pleasure. Together, the two of them explored each other's bodies, giving in to their primal desires until sunrise.

By the time they said their goodbyes, the former nerd no longer felt like an imposter. He was a new man. One who knew that he could conquer anything – and anyone – he set his mind to.

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tintagel-or-cockleshells · 10 months ago

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag, @kiwiana-writes!

I never thought I was the kind of person to have more than one WIP at a time but fuckadoodledoo, I appear to have slipped and fallen into a hell of my own making.

June turns, graceful and balletic, drawing a fresh stake from her belt. She spots the creature, who appears to Alex’s eyes to be trying to back away. Like that’s going to save them. But there’s no way up, this mausoleum being one of the very few in Brownstone that doesn’t have aesthetically-pleasing ivy crawling up the sides of it. Actually, Alex isn’t sure how the vampire got up there in the first place. Maybe that’s one for Raf. Can newborn vampires fly?

Because it has to be a newborn vampire. He - when they get closer they can see it’s a guy - moves with care and worry. His hair still has that bright living tint, which Alex has seen fade on vampires older than a decade. More to the point, he’s wearing jeans instead of ruffled velvet pantaloons, a slim-fit white t-shirt with rips and streaks of dirt. He’s like an undead Calvin Klein model.

I tag thee, @clottedcreamfudge, @dumbpeachjuice, @cricketnationrise, @celeritas2997, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @read-and-write-, @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @cha-melodius, @daisymae-12, @indomitable-love, @myheartalivewrites, @everwitch-magiks, @sherryvalli, @firenati0n and anyone else who wants a tag!

#vampire Henry!#seven sentence sunday

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thajeans · 22 days ago

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#Hip Hop Style Slim Fit Ripped Men Jeans

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nucrests · 3 months ago

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hi wcif Pablo's shirt and pants please? <33 /post/759364888754798592/the-rojas-brothers

TShirt 05 by @/darte77 (but I can't for the life of me find where it is)

Ripped Slim Fit Jeans by @waekey

#💙#wcif #anonymous #anon #asks

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merakiui · 2 years ago

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jade leech my beloved little actor and sadist!!!! what happens after you disapear on the way to the hospital...im hooked now lol

I tell myself I won’t add another Jade concept to my ever-growing list of Jade concepts, and yet I’ve already done so. orz I just love the idea of Jade being so obsessed with someone that he’d do virtually anything to get their attention, even if that’s throwing himself into positions he normally wouldn’t. Even he can be a pathetic babygirl when he adores someone so much. But I also think he just likes the thrill of it all. He likes to scare those who try to take advantage of him when they think he’s inebriated and unable to properly defend himself. Oh, the surprise those people are in for when Jade straightens, loses the slurred speech, and smiles oh-so-sweetly, while his drunken façade is replaced with a frightening coherency. It’s his version of cruel fun.

Rambling aside, to answer your question, in my mind he absolutely threatened you to drive elsewhere. T-T or he forced you to pull over and knocked you unconscious so he could commandeer the wheel. <3 you are never making it to your home again, but you will wake in a very nice high-rise penthouse! His house is very pristine, always so clean, and so organized. It’s minimalistic, too. A very quaint design for someone like him, but for you it’s just unnerving. Nothing is ever out of place.

And it’s unfair. You’re in the middle of the city, looking out over a sparkling cityscape, and yet unable to truly call for help. No one will notice you from below, and it’s not like you can try to write an SOS on the large windows. Jade keeps you properly chained and restrained. He’s beyond annoying about everything, too. Always teasing and getting in little digs just to be irritating. But he keeps you well-fed and bathed and clothed, and he doesn’t treat you terribly.

But he’s horribly obsessed. He shows you the little journal he has for you, and it’s page after page detailing information he’s gathered over years of stalking. He’s nothing if not dedicated, determined, and diligent. On top of that, there’s a page in there with every bar and club in the city, most of them scratched through with a perfect line. Those are the ones you’ve never visited, according to him. The ones you have are either highlighted or marked with a star to indicate you frequent them often.

Jade has two closets that reflect his contrasting sides. One is filled with formal business wear. Suits, slacks, belts, an array of wristwatches, shoes shined to perfection, ties, and so on. It’s this closet that is unassuming and normal—praiseworthy, even. It’s an indication that he’s a man with a good job, with a good position, at a good company. The other closet is strictly for his little nightly escapades. Crop tops, fishnets, heeled boots (that he endured horrible blisters and heel pain for just to learn how to walk properly and confidently in them), slim-fitting trousers and shorts, ripped jeans, oversized band shirts, leather jackets with spikes, a variety of chokers and necklaces, sterling silver rings and bracelets, and all kinds of ear jewelry. If Jade’s going out with the purpose of being noticed by you, he at least wants to look appealing and appetizing (even if he’ll be acting not so appealing or appetizing).

It’s a shame he won’t be able to go out very often now that he has you all to himself, but the enjoyment he derives from you greatly outweighs any twisted entertainment he gets from putting others in their place. People at those bars and clubs like to think they can have Jade because he’s (in their eyes) an attractive, single man alone at a club. But the truth is they can’t afford him and he’s saving himself for someone very special. :)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #forgive me for rambling orz #jade leech is a fun muse <3 #i like him a very normal amount ^^;;;;

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𝐴𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂𝑆𝑃𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐼𝑁 ; the weight of shattered dreams in an empty theater , the piercing silence of a stage left abandoned , the raw echoes of a DANCER'S HEARTBEAT beneath layers of GUARDED BRAVADO , the relentless pursuit of PERFECTION at the cost of VULNERABILITY , the slow unveiling of a TRUE SELF beneath the spotlight's glare , the bittersweet realization that applause masks more than just triumphs .

𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡. 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚𝑚𝑖𝑥𝑡𝑎𝑝𝑒. 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.

000. APPLICATION .

⁺ ⠀𝒏𝒐𝒂𝒉𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 ⸻ [ jennie kim + she / her ] ; blasting everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears through her airpods is noah park . oh , you don’t know her ? she’s the twenty - eight year old dancer who just went viral for breaking up with her boyfriend by burning his leather jacket live on instagram . yup , the one that drives a honda shadow 600 vt . i hear she’s pretty ambitious , but others have claimed that she’s quite sharp - tongued . that makes sense , considering she’s often labeled as the biker babe .

001. STATISTICS .

𝐵𝐴𝑆𝐼𝐶 𝐼𝑁𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 ,

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: noah jae park 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): n/a 𝐀𝐆𝐄: twenty - eight 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cis - woman 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she / her 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: biromantic 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: bisexual 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: june 4 , 1996 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: los angeles , california 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘: korean

𝑃𝐻𝑌𝑆𝐼𝐶𝐴𝐿 𝐴𝑃𝑃𝐸𝐴𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸 ,

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: jennie kim 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: brown 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄: long length ; sleek and straight with a glossy finish for a sharp , polished look / platinum blonde highlights concentrated in the front that creates a bold contrast against the dark base 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: brown 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃: slim build ; petite and toned with a graceful silhouette 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5'4'' / 1.63 m 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 110 lbs / 50 kg 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒: a delicate constellation tattoo running along her ribs , consisting of small stars , hearts , and celestial symbols , aligned in a curved pattern 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: earlobes , cartilage ( helix , tragus , conch ) 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄: black leather jackets with an unapologetic , worn - in feel that hugs shoulders just right / ripped skinny jeans or cargo pants that sit low on hips , hugging legs in all the right places , making movement easy / fitted cropped band tees or tank tops , clinging to the figure , leaving a sliver of skin exposed at the waist / heavy , scuffed - up combat boots laced tightly / fingerless leather gloves adding to the rough , ready - for - anything look / smokey eye makeup framing sharp , almond - shaped eyes 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: confident expression ; fierce and commanding with sharp , intense eyes / slight smirk or bold gaze , a mix of defiance and confidence 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: distinctive features ; sharp , almond - shaped eyes that give her a piercing gaze / heart - shaped face with soft , delicate features / full lips that often hint at a confident smirk

𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑇𝐻 ,

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: none 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: anxiety 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒: none 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: struggles with insomnia ; often finds it hard to turn off the mind after performances or stressful days 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: skips meals when stressed but indulges in comfort foods like pizza and chocolate when feeling down 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: regular dance training and cardio 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: fluctuates between confident and insecure / can be volatile in emotional situations 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: generally keeps people at a distance / social but guarded , preferring superficial interactions 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: typically warm 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: potential workaholic 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄: experimented with many substances in the past / preference for weed 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐔𝐒𝐄: drinks to unwind , especially after performances or social events , but tends to avoid public drunkenness

𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑌 ,

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: june 4 , 1996 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: 12:53 am 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: los angeles , california 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓: gemini sun , aries moon , libra rising 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: aries , leo , libra , aquarius , sagittarius 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: virgo , pisces , cancer , capricorn

𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌 ,

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: ambitious , talented , independent , passionate , caring 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: hot - tempered , sarcastic , manipulative , insecure , volatile 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: bites nails when anxious / paces before a big event 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: the rebel with a cause , biker babe , diva without a heart , fallen hero , the heartbreaker 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒: wednesday addams ( wednesday ) , tony topaz ( riverdale ) , nina ( black swan ) , eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ) , peyton sawyer ( one tree hill ) , annete hargrove ( cruel intentions ) 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈: estp 𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌: type 3 , wing 2 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: choleric 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: chaotic neutral 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄: gryffindor

𝐹𝐴𝑀𝐼𝐿𝑌 ,

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: jin - woo park 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: ji - hye park 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒: none

𝑅𝐸𝑆𝐼𝐷𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸 + 𝑂𝐶𝐶𝑈𝑃𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 ,

𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: graduated from the brearley school , attended juilliard school for dance 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒: bachelor of fine arts in dance from juilliard 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: former dance instructor , former broadway dancer , taylor swift's backup dancer , influencer 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: upper - upper class 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: stylish house in the exclusive gated community of beverly park 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: honda shadow 600 vt

𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝐹𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑆 ,

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: winter 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: black 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: in her brat era ; sabrina carpenter , addison rae , charli xcx , olivia rodrigo , chappel roan , marina , reneé rapp , tove lo , taylor swift , lorde , fletcher / indie rock ; catfish and the bottlemen , coin , arctic monkeys , cigarettes after sex , valley , the neighbourhood , chase atlantic , girl in red , the 1975 , muse , cage the elephant 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐒 / 𝐓𝐕: horror films ; jaws , alien , get out , the silence of the lambs , a quiet place , the babadook , late night with the devil , talk to me , strange darling , when evil lurks , oddity , pearl , the cabin in the woods , it follows , carrie , 10 cloverfield lane , x , 28 days later , us , ready or not , hereditary , drag me to hell , it , don't breathe , barbarian , the conjuring , rec , the descent , the witch , the shining , the others , the dark and the wicked , abigail , the exorcist , evil dead , the autopsy of jane doe , freaky , fresh , longlegs / horror tv shows ; from , grotesquerie , gyeonseong creature , the haunting of hill house , stranger things , evil , the fall of the house of usher , midnight mass , them , the last of us , all of us are dead , sweet home , supernatural , american horror story , scream queens , teacup , buffy: the vampire slayer , scream 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓: dance 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃: pizza 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒: cats 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 + 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: dance , motorcycle riding , exploring new cafés , attending art exhibits , cooking

002. BIOGRAPHY .

noah park never quite fit the part she was born to play . sure , she grew up on the upper east side , silver spoon and all , surrounded by this endless stream of perfect kids bred for perfect futures — futures their parents dreamed up long before they even took their first breath . and everyone just knew noah would fall right in line . the park daughter on that neat little path set out for her , you know ? top - tier private schools , sunday brunches with all the “ right ” people , all those rules you’re not supposed to question … and she tried , at first — playing nice , smiling on cue , tried to make it fit … but god , the emptiness of it all . she couldn’t make herself believe in it . she wasn’t interested in anyone’s version of perfection . excellence was hers to define , no one else’s . she wanted something that was hers , hers alone .

this isn’t to say she wasn’t spoiled or entitled — she was both , undeniably … hard not to be when you’re handed everything before you even know you wanted it … and of course , she took it all . but somewhere between taking it all and wanting more , she figured , why not decide her own future too ?

and dance was it — the one thing that felt truly hers , something she didn’t owe to anyone . maybe singing , too — she’d found herself drawn to it , a way to let go , to say what words couldn’t . while dance let her dominate , claim space , singing was quieter … something just for her when no one else was watching . if dance was power , singing was release . and in both , her confidence took a life of its own . a woman in control … that’s what mattered most . at least , noah thought so . and her subtle disdain for everyone else had already started showing . she exuded that “ too cool for school ” vibe , shrugging off cliques she could’ve led if she’d cared to try , staying focused on her dance and her voice . everything else was just noise . high school noah was all about noah , and college noah … no different .

after high school , it was straight to juilliard . ( a relief , really , that her parents finally warmed up to her decision ; one tour with her father , and the school practically invited her to attend ) . she fit right in , like she’d been built for that world , and graduating juilliard put her right where she wanted to be . she landed on broadway not long after , her name already making its way around . the next big thing , they’d call her . broadway was just the beginning , they’d say … but just as fast , the diva rumors caught up . the tabloids ate it up — every tantrum , every look that didn’t quite hit the mark . but hey , whatever , talent like hers could cover for anything , and for a while , it did .

until it didn’t .

a few months back , she’d landed what should’ve been the role , her break , the kind of part that’d crown her career . broadway , center stage , just like she always wanted . but before the curtain even rose , somewhere between rehearsals and all the pre - production madness … she got the boot .

( and yeah , maybe it wasn’t all that unexpected . noah clashed with the director over every last detail — choreography , costumes , all of it . she’d throw fits in the dressing room , storm off mid - rehearsal , make life miserable for everyone . the final straw ? a tech rehearsal . she lost it , screaming at a sound tech because her spotlight cue was half a second off . she had it coming , honestly ) .

to save face and outrun the gossip , noah packed up and left new york city , landing in la with a gig as a backup dancer for taylor swift . not exactly what she’d envisioned for herself , but it kept her in the spotlight ... gave her a shot at rebranding . a chance to drop the diva act , maybe even win back some fans . and she’s trying , really . playing this softer , kinder version of herself … but noah’s never been good at pretending for too long .

003. PERSONALITY .

noah’s got this edge to her , a kind of sharpness that hits you before she even opens her mouth . it’s in the way she moves , every step’s measured but somehow still … reckless , she’s daring the ground beneath her to give way . it’s in the way she holds your gaze a second too long , it’s in her almost - smiles , the smiles that say she knows exactly what you’re thinking and couldn’t care less . people notice , of course ; they always do . they watch , they whisper , envy , maybe even hate her … but that’s how she likes it , how she needs it , almost . all dark eyeliner that never smudges , leather jackets that smell like rain and gasoline , and that don’t - give - a - fuck aura that’s all uniquely hers . it’s her kind of popular — not the kind that needs friends , just attention . people either want to be her or be with her , but no one’s foolish enough to think they could actually get close . she keeps them at just the right distance — close enough to feel her fire , but not close enough to reach it . ( and maybe , just maybe , she keeps it that way so she won’t get burned herself ) . call it control , she would . but it’s just easier that way , holding everyone at that perfect distance , exactly as she wants it … seen , but untouchable . feared , but respected too .

people saw her as a bit of a man - eater ; the kind who’d chew you up , spit you out , and leave you wondering why you ever thought you could get close . maybe it was the sharp wit , or the way she never softened a word to save anyone’s feelings … or maybe it was just easier for them to box her in like that , to believe the tell - it - like - it - is attitude was all there was . and sure , she let them believe it . letting someone in was an invitation to be bruised , to be seen and then discarded . love , she’d tell herself , was a soft thing . love was for people who didn’t know better , for those who could afford to risk the fall . because love bruises and breaks — leaves you less than whole .

and noah couldn’t afford the fall . early on , she decided love and relationships were distractions , soft , reckless things that only left people weaker , scattered . so , they were never options in the first place , not even a flicker in the background . she knew her direction , she’d build something that was hers alone — something solid , stronger than any fleeting attachment . if people thought she was untouchable , even obsessed with her own independence , then let them . she liked the distance it gave her , the control … and being “ too focused ” was a reputation she wore easily .

( but maybe , just maybe , it was fear . that quiet fear of rejection , of being left open and raw , that kept her trapped in this cycle of isolation . maybe it wasn’t that she thought love was weak , but rather … that she was . that if she ever let herself open up , really let someone in , they’d see all the pieces she kept hidden , the ones that didn’t quite fit . because if she could be respected , even feared a little , she’d stay protected from that soft , dangerous place where people handed over pieces of themselves and never got them back . and to noah , it was always safer to be guarded than vulnerable , safer to be respected than loved … safer to be the one leaving than the one left open to break ) .

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⁎ ┈ ❄️ 〝 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴． ུ

𓎟𓎟　　⺌　general　desc.　༣

❛ jackson overland frost, 'jack frost.'

❛ 324, physically 18.

❛ 6'0", 183cm.

❛ masc—agender, he﹨they.

❛ korean, caucasian. aspec—pansexual.

❛ winter spirit ┄ vessel of a star.

𓎟𓎟　　⺌ verses &&. inspirations. ༣

fitted for all genres, outfits ﹠ gear mostly catered to modern times with exceptions. storyboard curated for ROTGOC timeline ﹠ coincides with other verses such as the big four.

✦ ┈ inspired by huening kai, legend of jokul frosti, poems ﹠ literature of winter.

𓎟𓎟　　⺌ outlooks &&. psyche. ༣

body's sprawled with norse runes ﹠ scars﹔ a tapestry of battles won ﹠ fought for. pointed nymph–like ears, twitches whenever they're disturbed. toned ﹠ athletic body﹔ broad shoulders ﹠ slimmed muscles. mole—speckled, cheeks dusted with moonlit freckles.

commonly spotted wearing korean streetwear, easily identifiable with a white or blue hoodies. paired with piercings, and ripped pants ﹠ jean jackets. a loud, boisterous piece to garner attention.

keeps their distance, not fond of adults but very friendly towards children. playful ﹠ observant, so much more than meets the eye. the fine line of fun ﹠ tragedy, he who burdens the sorrows of children upon steady shoulders.

undiagnosed ADHD ﹠ dyslexia. prone to depressive episodes ﹠ self—isolation.

𓎟𓎟　　⺌ nitty gritty. ༣

guardian of fun, herald of winter. lord of the trees, king of childhood, king of wild things. santa claus' second–in–hand. often the unexpected overseer of the naughty list.

lives in the willow of sorrows ﹠ big roots speckled across the globe with his siblings ﹠ twinetender. if not travelling by the winds, he utilizes the willow's gateways﹔ a passageway granted by the trees themselves for their sovereign.

often seen flittering around the globes, commonly talking to and ﹨ or helping wildlife. his willow is often used as a shelter or a place to hibernate, ironically. currently he's housing an ermine, a wolf cub ﹠ an old reindeer.

manages an army of snowmen ﹠ legions of leafmen. refer to 2013's EPIC.

before becoming guardian, he was an elusive figure FEARED by adults, but loved by children. he wasn't believed in, but seen as a warning﹔ a cautionary tale. appearing more cryptid—like, as opposed to elvish.

reigning vendetta—brought white—out toward families who've ill—treated their children, bringing their souls with him to the afterlife. self—enacted punishment as judge, jury ﹠ executioner.

these feats were passed down from urban stories to folklore. most infamous nickname dubbed ＇JOKUL FROSTI＇ in scandinavian mythology, the symbol of DOOM. once brought up, however, his memory hazes along with the inclusion of other lifetimes.

capable of fierce squalls ﹠ blizzards, conducted by twinetender. expert swordsmanship ﹠ adept with firearms. flexible from martial arts ﹠ parkour.

untapped talent into the power of the STARS, commanded by galactic tides ﹠ memoirs of the golden age.

#⟡ 。　t͟ake‍　ᴹᴱ‍　𝓱ome，🏔️ ྀ #˖　〳　c͟an　you　𝚂𝙴𝙴　m𝒆﹖　ﾟ　ུ

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