#boysweaters

[skullfaggot]

i work in a warehouse and over the summer my shirts would be absolutely drenched in sweat and at least a few times the thought has crossed my mind that i could probably sell these shirts to freaks on the internet for money

[girl-musk-huffer]

HEY THIS ACCOUNT IS FOR MUSKHUFFERS ONLY

There will be PITSTINK and BALLSWEAT and copious amounts of GIRLS FORCING YOU TO HUFF THEIR BULGES

But also,

BOYSWEAT, BOYMUSK, and boys forcing you to HUFF THEIR CUNTS

No minors, no creeps, no people begging for attention also no detrans, no sissies and absolutely no bigotry♡

[finalgirlmegumi]

The guy standing right next to my seat in the train is in his tshirt and must have run to come here and he smells like really fresh & warm boysweat i feel like a cartoon character with loopy circles and birdies around his head like straight up X_X with my tongue out

[spaceandbones]

On that note realistic scent profiles are so funny and im realizing I dont have many ocs with easy access to modern scents and soaps and smells so most of it is just BOYSWEAT and GIRLMUSK

[batw1nggg]

komaeda smells like libraries fresh book pages fresh laundry almond shampoo and expensive cologne that he doesnt realize is expensive. hajime smells like boysweat all the time he’s always soaked (tboy funk) and when he’s not sweaty he smells vaguely of coconuts and also the way a tie smells. izuru smells like greasy hair leather and a freshly washed suit mixed with hospital scent and hand sanitizer. not taking criticisms.

[androgyknife]

boysweat

[roszabell]

i love ur mattie bc he looks like he has a full curly/wavy hair routine with 20 thousand hair products, but then doesn't want anyone to notice how much effort he put in and deliberately smooshes it with his hoodie or a beanie to be more casual. He looks so cosy and warm too like hes hes trying to self-comfort with soft, comfy clothes. he looks like he smells welcoming and sweet like christmas, but probably actually is wearing a week old hoodie that stinks of weed and booze.

OOOH i have a lot to say about this and its all agreeing. he fascinates me because he is very comfortable with a certain amount of "feminine" things like haircare and skirts, but hes also just so, so boyish. hes just a DudeBro who the only thing about himself hes ever comfortable with is his masculinity

you are right on the money w the hair because he is not a morning person by any means, he puts in SO much effort after his night shower with all the expensive products Francis has bestowed upon him. then in the morning after its gotten the bedhead treatment he combs his fingers through and sprays something texturizing, and then shakes his head around like a dog before stuffing it away. it looks really good (he craves attention) but very much giving an "i woke up like this" vibe (he doesnt wanna look like some poser tryhard).

the older fanfics make me laugh in a good way when hes described as smelling like maple, i think its charming and i like to incorporate silly stuff like that. he definitely smells tooth-ache sweet up close, especially his hair, but its very very important not to forget about the weed and boysweat.

thank you SM for the ask, im SO glad that hes really coming across as i see him!!!!! <3

[aorish]

They've been having trouble supplying 12 packs of White Monster at the grocery store so I've had to expand my horizons; I'm currently drinking the blue "Lo-Carb" Monster, which has taste which I can only describe as a mixture of hard plastic, boysweat and bubblegum. Drinking it makes me I feel like I'm back in high school again, trapped in a locker room chewing on a Gamecube controller.

Also it has 20mg less of caffeine per can which is fucking bullshit. Still goes down easier than coffee, though.

[zoeydotexe]

.what do you mean you dont want boysweat in ur burger...

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[pisshandkerchief]

hi its jay this time (im in your asks) (let me out. it smells like boysweat in here)

that's me sorry

[gaast]

*exercises once* I wonder if I have musky boysweat smell

[your-crazy-qn]

Fázok de a pulcsid mindig felmelegít

[sedehaven]

MVP

Quarterback, dead on the field. Aged sixteen years, two months, six days. Mitral valve prolapse.

Footfalls hard in soft turf, grass reaching for ankles thumbing green noses at regulation length.

Scent of boysweat, metal tang in young mouths.

Silver whistle trill– shrieking scrimmage.

Boys line up, quarterback laughs at fullback’s joke song about sweaty balls.

Calls the play, pauses, looks at the empty sky, feels the cool fingers brushing the meat

of his heart.

Falls to the soft green of the uncut grass, falls in pieces. A toddler’s first

steps. First day of kindergarten, a head taller than the rest of his class. First kiss,

unsure, in a closet, on a dare. The lab report he hadn’t finished. His mother’s face exploding

into stars, fading into the deep dark that lives beyond the stars. Little sister’s scream from cheer

practice. Father’s words rising like a cloud of monarchs – orange and black –

“I’m proud of you, son.”

Everything between him and the blue of the sky fades to dust motes, and he is rising

past butterflies, past screams, and stars. To the place beyond.

-- S. E. De Haven

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[dearjamesxo]

Lip Gloss

[in response to THIS ASK]

Billy x Leo, M lite, femboy!Leo

Part 1 - Create temptation

Billy’s focus is shot. He must’ve read the same paragraph seven times, each time forgetting to absorb even a single, measly conjunction. The project is due in two days, and he’s supposed to present his part to his group in an hour to cut the fat. He procrastinated down to the wire, which isn’t usually a problem; in fact, he thrives under pressure, always pulling high marks out of his arse somehow despite doing the bulk of the work in a fraction of the time.

Bea wasn’t worried when he told her he was holing himself away in the library until he had to meet her, Spike and Susan to go over things. She knows Billy’s M.O. as well as anyone, knows he’ll piece together something coherent and impressive that will wow their teacher before they have to hand in the written half of their project.

And Billy’s absolutely going to do just that.

As soon as the gorgeous, young thing across from him stops being so bloody distracting.

The boy sits beneath the window, one table down in the chair that faces Billy, reading what Billy recognizes as The Catcher in the Rye. For what purpose, Billy doesn’t know; it’s not on the syllabus nor the recommended reading list. He can’t fathom someone would willingly subject themselves to that sort of horseshit. Horrible book, in Billy’s opinion, a pretentious waste of paper that serves no other purpose than to make the reader feel stupid for not vibing with the protagonist’s motivations when, in reality, Holden Caulfield is just a spoilt moron.

It’s not profound or artistic, it’s shallow, subpar nonsense.

Billy senses the boy across from him feels the same given the number of long-suffering sighs and adorable snorts the boy’s made in the span Billy’s been watchi—distracted by him. This isn’t the first instance Billy hasn’t been able to tear his gaze away from the boy – Leopold Wettin, though most of their classmates and teachers refer to him simply as Leo. Leo’s been distracting Billy since last year when Leo returned to school after spending the summer hols in Greece, sunbleached and bronzed. He came back different, maybe not confident but certainly more comfortable in his own skin.

Leo’s always been pretty; slight build and straight lines, a shy charm about him that appeals to the girls he hangs about with, though he wasn’t on Billy’s radar as anything more than a body filling the seat in Billy’s peripheral. But when Leo waltzed in that first day of the new school year in the girls’ kilt, knee-highs and chunky Doc Martens shoes, Billy n o t i c e d.

It took Billy a month to realize why Leo’s blue eyes seemed more startling, accentuated by an artful smudge of thin black liner and a generous layer of mascara that fans his long lashes perfectly. Christ, and then there’s the gloss, applied between classes when Leo thinks no one’s looking. Tinted very faintly, smeared with precision, and evened with a kiss, making Leo’s pout glisten a juicy petal pink that begs to be sampled.

A throat clears and Billy comes to, drowsy eyes dragging up from where they lingered on Leo’s mouth.

Well, shit.

Leo arches a slender brow, quirks a vague, Mona Lisa smile and asks, “See something you like?” in the overtly flirtatious tone he uses like a weapon against the boys in their year who torment him.

Billy blinks away the blur in his vision and straightens in his seat, chooses honesty because what does he have to lose: “Yeah.”

Crimson heat blossoms high on the arcs of Leo’s cheeks, flushing him sweetly. He licks his lips, a nervous tic that Billy doesn’t realize he emulates, and ducks his chin, slouching into his chest. Tipping his head, Billy watches Leo shrink and wonders; he’s never seen Leo this uncertain, meeting every challenge he encounters from the other boys with the sort of lofty courage required to be different and survive secondary school.

Billy pushes back his chair and stands, rounding his table to get to Leo’s. There, he pulls out the chair across from Leo and plops down, sprawling with his back against the wall, one arm on the back of the chair and the other on the surface of the table, knees spread. He sits quietly for a moment, openly admiring how Leo’s blush brings out the smattering of freckles across his face.

“Not what you were expecting?” Billy guesses.

Leo breathes a laugh, “No.” Then, bolder, “Not from you anyway.” He lifts his head again, turns to the side to glance out the window, the faded sunlight casting his features in gauzy relief, giving him a softer, more feminine appearance.

Billy feigns injury, hand over his heart, “Ouch. What’s that supposed to mean?”

Leo shifts, tilts forward, and folds his arms on the table, elbow pushing his book aside.

The collar of Leo’s shirt is loose, top few buttons undone and tie discarded. An assortment of thin, silver chains – some with simple pendants, others plain – are spun around his neck, drawing Billy’s attention downward. What Billy can see of Leo’s cream-pale chest is smooth, the peek of muscle within Leo’s shirt stirring something hot and hungry low in Billy’s gut.

“Just that boys like you don’t talk to boys like me.” Leo’s face pinches as if he sucked something sour, “Not unless they’re being dickheads.”

“You think I’m a dickhead?” Billy smirks.

With absolute surety, Leo says, “Yes.” before he tacks on in a loaded tease, biting and releasing his plush bottom lip coquettishly, “But you’re welcome to try and change my mind.”

The boy is a seductress in disguise, all cute stances, and bubble-gum tones on the outside and fiery, sex-kitten on the inside. He knows what he's doing, Billy can tell, has likely done this dance before, and doesn't that just send a sharp sting of jealousy through Billy. He bets Leo isn’t wearing Tesco tighty-whities under that rolled up kilt and, damn, does he want a chance to find out.

“Pfft,” Billy leans in, takes an exaggerated look around and says like it’s a secret, “I dunno, beautiful, I’m not sure you can handle it.”

“Oh?” Leo scoffs, gradually stands from his chair while bending further forward across the table, upper body supported by arms that squish the subtle mounds of Leo’s chest like cleavage. He arranges himself sinuously, hips hitched, arse in the air, back bowed, and blinks slowly at Billy, clicks his tongue, “I’m not so sure about that.”

This close, Billy can smell the light fragrance of whatever perfume Leo prefers, combined perfectly with the clean, salty tang of boysweat from their earlier PE class. He licks his lips again, pulled toward Leo as if by a string.

Truthfully, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on his project if he was given millions of pounds to do it, anyway. Why not enjoy himself before being ripped a new one by Bea and the others?

“Care to find out?” He asks brazenly.

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CONTINUED ON AO3 💋

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