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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]

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.

[holylulusworld]

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]

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

[bodyhopper-files]

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.

[nucrests]

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

[thajeans]

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[tintagel-or-cockleshells]

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!

[merakiui]

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. :)

[eclatdefille]

 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   )   .

[nosenipped]

⁎      ┈   ❄️ 〝 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍   𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴． ུ 

©   all  curated  content  is  made  &&.   developed  by  me.   plagiarism  will  not  be  tolerated.

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.