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[manikas-whims]

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SYLUS

Biker Aesthetic

He's got a motorcycle and he's making all these videos with him customizing it. Then there's other clips of him putting on his leather jacket and helmet, and test riding after the customizations. And he believes he's doing a good job cause his videos have so many likes, shares and saves. But one glance at the comments makes him realize he's debuted on the Booktok/Bookstagram communities. He's being used on wattpad fic covers, and pinterest’s bad boy moodboards. People asking him to choke them and what not.

ZAYNE

Gym/Workout Aesthetic

Akso Hospital decides to host a Health & Fitness drive in partnership with a Gym that opened nearby them. And Zayne gets asked to volunteer for some promo videos. He's being recorded from several angles doing pull-ups, with zoomed-in shots of his sweaty, shirt-clad chest, close-ups of his face as he pants with weariness, and a not-so accidental shot of his dick bulge in his tight-fitting workout pants. Thanks to his promo videos, many are signing up for the health & fitness drive.

RAFAYEL

Idol Fashion Aesthetic

Rafayel wouldn't call them thirst traps but he's very particular with what he posts on social media. He does a lot of those “get ready with me” videos which proceed with a bunch of shots of him taking off his shirt, showing just enough skin..with a very knowing smile on his face before he changes into another. He's aware that he's hot and he knows what he's doing but he keeps a balance— not excessively obscene; just sultry enough to make fans lose their minds. He's a well-known artist so obviously there's fan edits of his videos.

XAVIER

Hot Chef Aesthetic

Xavier comes across those food trend videos and decides to try some of them. Only his viewers talk less about his efforts in learning cooking and more about how fine he is, and how gorgeous his arms look when he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, arm veins flexing while he works. Or the way his shirt hikes up slightly when he reaches for something kept at a distance, revealing a hint of his abs and the v-line of his lower abdomen. Comments are full of people saying “they'd rather have him than the food”.

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[authorhjk1]

Black in the airport or pink princess of a kingdom?

Black

(Shin Ryujin X Male Reader)

"Go to the bathroom."

Ryujin reads your message. She swallows hard, knowing what you have in store for her. Usually the two of you engage in your shenanigans at the dorm. Or backstage, when you know no one will walk in. But here? At an airport? There were so many reporters here earlier.

"I'll be back in a second."

Yeji just nods in acknowledgement.

"Can you ask oppa if he can bring some snacks for the flight, I forgot mine?"

Ryujin almost feels caught. But Yuna's bright smile seems to innocent for her to know what's going on.

"Sure."

Ryujin quickly hurries to the restrooms. She steps inside the men's and is relived when no one but you is in there. You watch her enter through the mirrors on the wall above the sink.

"Are you wearing it?"

Instinctively Ryujin places her hand on her stomach.

"Yes.....master."

That last word leaves her lips only after some hesitation. With enough foreplay, Ryujin doesn't have a problem with your bedroom dynamic at all. But this is in public. And she is unsure of what to do or what to expect from you.

"Show me."

Ryujin hesitates, but then moves her dress. Lucky for her it already shows off her naked sides, now you can see the naval piercing you gave her a couple of days ago.

"You like it?"

Ryujin nods at your question.

"Good. Then you know what happens next."

You look at the piercing once more. It's not an ordinary one. And she can't wear it all the time for sure. You had it custom made, just for her. The silver letters spell "butt slut". It's obviously heavier than normal piercings, but Ryujin doesn't hesitate to put it in, whenever she can.

Now, she only hesitates for a second, before she reaches into her purse and takes out a small bottle of lube. You take off your pants and watch her pour a good amount of the clear liquid into her hand. Ryujin reaches down to stroke your shaft, covering it with the lube. Her warm hand feels amazing.

"Good girl."

You stroke her hair, which makes Ryujin crack a proud smile. Once you're hard enough, you motion for her to bend over the sink. You bite your lip as you watch how her firm ass is now tightly hugged by the black fabric of her dress.

"How is your workout routine doing? I don't want to put too much pressure on my favourite toy."

You softly stroke her ass cheeks.

"It's great, opp-"

You raise your hand, but Ryujin quickly corrects herself.

"-master. I just want you to enjoy my ass as much as possible."

You give one of her cheeks a slight squeeze.

"Good girl. Maybe next time you can show me what kind of workouts you do? I just want to make sure that ass of yours looks amazing while I use it."

"Of course, master. Is there any clothing you want to see me in in particular?"

You slowly push up the hem of her dress, while you respond.

"I think Yeji owns this amazing pair of red leggings. They make her butt look almost as good as yours. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you borrowed them."

Stepping closer, you make your wet cock rest between Ryujin's cheeks, right above her hole.

"Thank you, master. I'll make sure to wear them."

You watch Ryujin's mouth fall open, when you finally push your tip past the tight ring of muscles. You distracted her little with your conversation and now caught her off guard. While she takes a couple of deeper breaths, you keep talking.

"Then again, the last time you walked around the dorm with a pair of leggings on, I ripped them apart."

You push in deeper, which makes Ryujin's nuckles turn white as she tightens her grip on the sink.

"I could just buy the exact pair. That way, you can do with them whatever you want."

Slowly picking up the pace, you enjoy Ryujin's pleasure wrecked face through the mirror.

"That's true. But I'm sure it would be fun to watch, while you explain to Yeji why her pants her torn open."

By now, it's getting harder for her to talk. Your cock in her ass pushes the air out of her body, whenever you thrust inside. And yet, it yearns for more, whenever you pull back again.

"Please, master. Yeji can't know you're using me."

"And why not?"

You give her right cheek a disapproving spank.

A moan leaves Ryujin's lips. The sight of her firm cheeks pressed against your crotch again and again makes you fuck her a little harder. You want to see her flesh ripple deliciously with every thrust.

"Because I don't want her to take my place. I want to be your only slut."

You hear the desperation in Ryujin's voice as her greedy asshole pulls you deeper inside of her, her tight walls gripping onto your cock.

"Alright then, buy a new pair."

"But make sure they're smaller than your normal size. I really want to see that sexy ass of yours."

You hear her sigh in relieve, which is cut short when you dig your fingers into her cheeks and pick up the pace further. Now Ryujin's head bobs with every thrust as she watches herself getting used through the mirror.

"I will...."

Ryujin can't finish her sentence, you fuck her a little too fast. You punish her by spanking her left cheek.

"I will, mas-master."

Now the image of Ryujin in Yeji's red leggings is ingrained into your brain. You imagine how she is doing a set of squats right in front of you. How that red fabric stretches over that delicious ass.

"Damn, slut."

You feel your orgasm slowly approaching. Even after having fucked Ryujin's ass hundreds of times, it still amazes you how tight it is. It never fails to make you cum way sooner than you expected.

"I'm gonna ruin that ass throughout the whole trip. You might as well wear nothing while you're at the hotel."

"I will, master."

The idea of Ryujin walking around naked finally does it for you.

"Fuck."

You groan as you manage to pull out of her snug hole. You aim at her ass and shoot your load all over her plump cheeks. Her flawless skin is now stained with ropes of your cum.

"And you better not skip any workouts, just because we're not at home."

You spank her one last time for good measure, before turning around and leaving the restroom.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I found a probably illegal fighting range posting as a gym near my house and so, picture THIS

Engel just wanted to get a good workout near the place she lives. Not knowing German, she just googled first thing that popped near her on the map, and decided to get a first workout just so think if this place works for her.

Konig, getting his steam off in barely legal fighting range and very nasty, testosterone-filled gym while he is out of deployments. Engel in her dumb little workout clothes, with her silly water bottle, probably pink or baby blue or lavender, stands in front of the administrator desk because she was told it was a gym(((

Konig who uses her as a workout now!! Not even in a nasty way, just making her sit on him and so on, for the added weight. Bench presses with her on his back((( makes her cheer for his fight and acts like nasty personal trainer

My fellow yandere pookie!! I love this ask! 💋

I bet König would love to parade his sweet angel around some nasty, testosterone-filled gym/ fighting range :( Loves to show her off and also wants to murder anyone who dares to look at her! She’s too cute when she’s sweating and panting like that, don't you dare check her out when she's exerting herself in those dumb, tight sports clothes or else you'll get yourself a new asshole....

At least 90 % of the “customers” are men seeking a brawl so Engel stands out like a sore thumb, taking hungry gulps from her pink water bottle which is the only spot of colour in the bleak brutal gym. A kind, sweet girl just trying to have a nice lil workout, and they can’t turn her away because they have to pose as a real gym… (lol I’m not surprised Engel somehow managed to get herself into a situation like this AGAIN)

And König is so proud of her! Trying to attempt a squat PR with weights he uses for a quick warmup, it's too adorable. He cheers her on when she’s trying to do her very first chin up – he has to help her up because the bar is positioned too high.

These two are simply disgusting because Engel will flirt through the mirror as revenge for König being low key nasty, always putting his hands around her middle, trying to remind her to keep her core tight or some silly stuff like that. Climbs on his lap when he’s trying to bench press, they get a warning because they’re distracting the other “customers” and look it’s also potentially dangerous. König knows it but he’s got his pump on and it makes him a little soft in the head, besides Engel trying to help him in her own way only makes him lift more because of course he has to show off to her and to the other men. He’s the strongest male around here and he’s having fun with his darling angel, everyone else can fuck off with their warnings and rules.

And NOO not König kicking everyone’s butt at the range while Engel watches him with wide eyes 🥺 He’s being so violent again, she doesn’t know if she’s grossed out or aroused :// It might be a little sick but they both get turned on by this, König “letting out steam” and Engel being his “innocent” little cheerleader. They go home and take a shower together, Engel cleans his wounds too, whispering confessions on how scared she was – when in reality she knew all along that König would destroy those guys, like is this the same girl who screamed from joy when he bashed someone's face in lol – and König being more than happy to have a worried but sparkly eyed angel, fussing about his health after he just gave some poor guy a free nose job.

[octuscle]

Teens work out free all Summer

Jakob was done. The day had been exhausting. And somehow he couldn't cope with two or three exhausting days in a row as well as he used to. He was now 27 years old, his 28th birthday was only a few weeks away and the days when Jakob had been described as sporty were long gone. Even during his studies, he had spent less time at the gym or in the swimming pool than when he was at school and the slight tummy bulge with which he had accepted his master's degree and started his career had developed into a veritable paunch. Climbing stairs? Only in an emergency… Walking or cycling? What were cabs for… Jakob was done and he knew why.

It was trade fair in the city. The last one before the summer break. The hotels were full, you couldn't get a table in the restaurants and there were no cabs to be had either. So Jacob bit the bullet and walked to the nearest bus stop. Sweat was pouring down his forehead. And there he saw this sign: “Teens Workout Free All Summer”. Sure, he was no longer a teen. But he also earned enough money to afford a gym. All he had to do was sign up. Just for the summer. Since he didn't have any school-age children, he didn't have his vacation until mid-September. What was the worst that could happen? He could lose a few kilos and cut a better figure in the late summer sun on the Croatian coast. “I'll sign up first thing tomorrow,” Jacob thought to himself. And then it hit him. "Shit, don't keep putting it off, I'll sign up now. Now and immediately. And if they have a store for gym gear, I'll start training today."

It was hot in the gym. The place was obviously not air-conditioned. It smelled of sweat and sneakers. It smelled like the changing rooms in the schools gym earlier. Loud music blared from the speakers. The reception and training area merged seamlessly. The monotonous sound of people on treadmills and the groaning of people lifting iron was mixed into the booming music, occasionally interrupted by the sound of dumbbells falling into the rack or onto the floor. This was certainly not the kind of gym Jacob wanted to work out in. He was almost on his way out again when the lad behind the counter approached him. “Hi bro! Are you here for our summer offer?” Jacob said that he was here for a membership, yes. But not for the offer. ‘Why not, bro? My name is Liam, by the way. And you are?’ ‘Jacob,’ Jacob introduced himself. ‘Cool thing, bro! Don't worry, we'll get you in shape here.’ Jacob thought for a moment. Of course he would make a fool of himself here among all the beefcakes, but better here in front of people he didn't know than in some stylish gym where customers, colleagues or neighbors would make fun of him.

Liam was already hammering away at his keyboard. “So, your name is Jake. What's next?” “Jacob,” Jacob corrected. “Goldsmith” “Smith, Jake Smith. Your birthday?” Jacob wanted to correct Liam first, but maybe a pseudonym wasn't wrong. “August 12, 1996.” “Bro, I'll put in August 12, 2006,” Liam said with a wink. “Nobody checks here anyway. And I get a commission when I sign contracts for the summer offer.” Address? Jacob was just about to give his address when he thought to himself that he was here anonymously or under a pseudonym. So he gave the address of his parents' house, where they had all lived when he was at school. His parents had sold everything last year and moved to Provence, but as Liam said, no one would probably check it. “Please be so kind,” said Liam. Jacob looked surprised at a flash of light. And a few seconds later, a plastic card came out of the printer. His membership card, his ticket back to a life where climbing stairs wouldn't lead to panting and sweating. “Because it's your birthday in the summer, you get a water bottle and the water flat rate. Do you also want the protein shake flat rate? It's on special offer today. 20 pounds a month, 50 pounds for June, July and August together.” Jacob nodded and asked if he could also buy something to wear here. “That's my lad,” said Liam with a grin. “Get started right away, no hesitation, very good. No, you can't buy anything, but there's a treasure trove at the back. Just take what you need. I'll let Colin know in the meantime, he can show you around and show you everything.

Slightly disgusted, Jacob went to the corner with the lost-and-found treasure trove. It was obviously a source of odour. But it was surprisingly neat. Shoes, shorts, tank tops… Everything was neatly sorted by size. Only the socks were in a big box. It took Jacob a few minutes to find a pair. And while he was looking, he heard a throat clearing behind him. “So you're Jake, the new guy?” Jacob turned around, startled. Behind him stood a mountain of a man. Probably his age. Maybe a few years older. But someone who had never skipped chest or leg days. Never in his life. He obviously didn't take his personal hygiene that seriously. Colin was smelly. Jacob pulled himself together. “Jake, nice to meet you. You must be Colin.” “You can be sure of that! And now stop making a fashion show out of it.” Colin unerringly grabbed a tank top, shorts, shoes and even a matching pair of socks. And a jockstrap. He stuffed everything into a rucksack. Jacob shuddered. “The changing room is over there. Don't look for girls and boys, it's a lads only place here. Hurry up, we should allow two and a half hours for a training session." Jacob was beginning to feel sure he had made a mistake. Okay, at worst he had lost 50 pounds… But it was a mistake.

There were no cubicles in the changing room, no lockers. Things went on open racks. Shoes and bags on benches or on the floor. There was no one around. Only by the sinks was a lad, maybe 16 years old, showing off his enviably fit body in front of the mirror. Jacob sighed. He'd looked something like that when he was 16. He undressed and put on the unwashed clothes that Colin had stuffed into his bag. He looked in the mirror. He looked silly. He was wearing the washed-out clothes of an obviously much more muscular man… The shorts were too tight. The tank top too loose. The socks had holes in them. But at least the shoes fitted. Jacob sighed. And the torture on the dumbbells began.

Colin hadn't given him puppy protection. Colin had worked out with him as if they were training partners. Of course, he had reduced the weights for Jacob. But when Jacob couldn't do any more, he had shouted at him. Four more, three more, two more… Somehow Jacob had always managed the last repetition. The two of them were the last ones in the gym. Liam had already called it a day. Colin gave Jacob a fist bump. “Good training, mate! You've got bite and talent. You'll be something!“ Jacob would have blushed if his head hadn't been glowing anyway. ‘By the way,’ said Colin. ‘Hot water is turned off after 10 p.m. You can take a cold shower. Or…’ ‘I'll take the ’or',” Jacob chastised and grinned. He went into the changing room and packed his clothes from the office into his rucksack. He walked to the bus stop with the last of his strength. The city was full of fairgoers. Some raised their eyebrows in pique. Yes, he had to stink. But he had to get home now. He didn't care about anything else.

When the alarm clock woke him up at 06:00, he felt like everything was gone. He had fallen asleep sitting on his bed. He had just managed to undress. His office clothes were still in his rucksack. His sports kit was scattered on the floor. And he had slept half-sitting, half-asleep on his bed. In a puddle of sperm. Because he had obviously had at least one wet dream. And his morning wood was already standing at attention again. Jacob started to jerk himself off. Damn, did his cock feel good. Jacob smelled his own cold sweat. He smelled male. And he had a hard-on. He had smegma under his foreskin. Just like when he wasn't so serious about personal hygiene at school. He smelled his hand. Damn, that smelled like youth and manhood… And at that moment he came. He cummed all the way up to his chin, even though he had obviously emptied his balls at least once tonight. Shit, he thought to himself, breathing heavily… The training is paying off. As exhausted as I am, I'm more agile than I've been at any point in the last ten years.

Jacob went into the kitchen and stirred protein powder into his cottage cheese. He didn't question where the protein powder and cottage cheese came from. He drank two bottles of water because he felt completely dehydrated. He wolfed down his breakfast and made himself five more scrambled eggs. And another protein shake. Shit, he was starving. And late. He jumped into the shower. He didn't take a really thorough shower. He didn't shave either. He emptied out his rucksack on the floor and stuffed yesterday's clothes, which were still damp with sweat, into it. His bus was leaving in ten minutes. He had to walk. Cardio was never his thing. He was more of a weightlifting man.

He got lots of compliments in the office. He was told he looked fresh. He was told he'd lost weight. He looked younger. But he also got a few unpleasant questions. What was so smelly here. The old rucksack was standing next to his desk. And it stank. Jacob simply ignored the questions about the rucksack. He felt fit and full of energy. For lunch, he had a salad with three turkey breasts. His colleagues looked at him questioningly. “Mass phase,” he said apologetically, chewing with his mouth full.

Today was leg day. Colin had told him that he should allow three hours for warming up, stretching and maybe a bit of fitness training if he was serious. And Jacob was serious. He finished his work very punctually. Unusual for someone who was always the last one. Yes, he was on the verge of promotion, but his fitness was important to him. As soon as he entered, he pulled the access card out of his wallet. He looked at the photo with a grin. He was 23 on it, that was two years ago. What a slim man he had been then… Liam greeted him with a fist bump. Colin could be heard grunting from the chest press throughout the hall. Jacob greeted his bros as he entered the changing room. It was busy. Of course, most of the people here were still at university, unemployed or tradesmen who had already started work at 06:00 in the morning. There were few armchair farters like him here. But that didn't matter to him. Today, all that mattered was the weight on the leg press. And how much protein he could swallow from his flat rate. Protein and the leg press was a toxic combination. But protein farts didn't bother anyone here. They were part of the workout. And when he finally left the gym with Colin at around 11 p.m., there were a lot of protein farts in the air. Neither Colin nor Jacob had been bothered by that during the final cardio workout. Damn it, how could a beefcake like Colin be so limber!

His morning routine was well established. Alarm clock at 05:30. Sit-ups and press-ups. Breakfast, running gear on, run to the office, shower there, and be at his desk by 08:00. Sitting was the new smoking, he hated it. Jake was 22, he had just finished his bachelor's degree and as a trainee he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. His colleagues knew after a few days that he was a fitness junkie. The carefully labeled Tupperware containers spoke for themselves. Jake had to eat something every two hours. His trainer had told him to. Jake had been an ambitious bodybuilder since the age of 16. His tight ass and broad shoulders showed this even when he was wearing a suit. And many of his female colleagues and even some of his male colleagues appreciated the fact that Jake always wore tight and crisp-fitting suits.

This afternoon was going to be an ordeal for Jake. He had promised Liam that he would take over the shift from 21:00. If he wanted to work out properly before then, he had to get off work at 5:00 p.m., 5:30 p.m. at the latest. The meeting went on and on. Jake looked nervously at his mobile again and again. At 5:15 p.m., over an hour later than planned, it was finally over. Jake breathed a sigh of relief. And then his boss asked Jake and two colleagues to stay for the minutes and the upcoming tasks. FUCK! He should have accepted Colin's offer and taken over the management of the gym after graduation. But his tutor at university had convinced him that auditing was his future. Holy shit. Now he'd have to skip cardio training.

05:30. Damn, that was early. But Paul, his roommate, was obviously already awake and seemed to be making breakfast in the kitchen. Yes, Jake was actually disciplined. Otherwise you didn't stand a chance when studying at the sports college. But at least sleep until 06:00 for once, he thought to himself… While he did his burpees to wake up. Paul was Liam's little brother. The two had met at the gym last summer. And Liam and Paul had convinced Jake to study sports economics. He had never regretted his decision. If only because sharing a flat with Paul was a cool thing. The two of them constantly motivated each other. And they also fucked each other from time to time. Hey, tighter asses were hard to find on the whole campus! Today was mostly sports on the timetable. Just one statistics lecture. It wasn't worth changing for that. Jake enjoyed riding his road bike to campus in just shorts and a cut-off tank top. And if the clothes weren't freshly washed, they were at least aired out by the breeze. Of course, the business students sitting in the statistics lecture would get upset about the smelly sports economists again. But hey, Jake already knew the game. It wouldn't be the first time one of these Oxford-shirt-wearing snobs would follow him to the toilet after the lecture and lick his hairy armpits. And it wouldn't be the first time he'd take someone home for a shag or join the gym as a new member. The first was fun, the second earned him a small commission.

“Jake, my darling! It's time to get up!” His mother looked into Jake's teenage room. His bed had already been made. Jake stood behind his mother in sweaty running clothes and quietly went “Boo!” His mother winced. Jake deliberately hugged her tightly so that his sweat made her nightgown damp. “Honey, when did you get up? It's the middle of the night!” Jake replied that he still had body fat to lose before his first amateur competition this weekend. He pulled off his wet running jersey and did a double bicep pose. “Jake, more important than losing body fat would be a shower.” his mother laughed. “Fuck, mom, I'm late. And by the time I've ridden my bike to school, I'll be sweaty again anyway.��� “Don't talk back, otherwise there'll be no breakfast.” The threat worked. Jake reluctantly trotted into the shower and his mother prepared his ten-egg omelette.

A poster announcing the national bodybuilding championship hung above the reception desk. With local hero Jake Smith as the favorite in the juniors. You could find those posters everywhere in the neighbourhood. Jake was somehow a local hero. Liam greeted the studio's up-and-coming star with a fist bump. Male rituals. Jake enjoyed that. He wasn't turning 18 for a few days, but here he felt like a full-fledged man. Liam said that ten new members had signed up to the teen-working-out-for-free-in-the-summer promotion last week alone. And eight said they had come to the gym because of Jake's fitness channel. Jake should get in touch with Colin and there would be a special bonus. Hehehe, thought Jake. That could be an extra 50 pounds. Or a shot of extra protein from Colin's cock. With a bit of luck, both. But Jake wasn't greedy. Either would be enough for him.

Inspiration by @olivierlefou, pic by @ki-kink

[simlette]

♱ Rosalie - Sim and CC ♱

I've been playing with this sim I thought was super cute, so I thought I'd share her! Below are links to all the CC she's wearing, as well as her base tray files so you can have her in game. Alternatively if you prefer the gallery, you can find her by using the #simlette hashtag, make sure you have custom content checked in your gallery filters.

♱ CC Links Below! ♱

base and makeup hair @daylifesims ✛ hair 2 @simstrouble ✛ eyebrows @stretchskeleton ✛ eyes @bearfreeface ✛ vampire eyes @aveirasims ✛ skin overlay @adelarsims ✛ nosemask @seleng on TSR ✛ lipstick @stretchskeleton ✛ lipstick 2 @loulicorn ✛ eyeliner @ennetkasm ✛ eyeliner 2 @docie on TSR ✛ eyeliner 3 @cosimetic, eyeliner 4 @cosimetic ✛ nose blush @caroll91 on TSR

outfits (didn't include a hot weather outfit... cus shes a vampire.)

♱ everyday - top @serenity-cc, trousers @greenllamas, shoes @greenllamas, necklace and earrings @serenity-cc ♱ formal - dress @sentate, necklace is wedding stories, same earrings as everyday ♱ workout - top @greenllamas, pants @serenity-cc ♱ sleepwear - robe @serenity-cc ♱ party - dress @cooper322, necklace @shandir ♱ outerwear - coat dress @madlensims, neckscarf @serenity-cc

Tray files! 🡆🡆🡆 Download here (mediafire)

Let me know if there is any issues with her or if I've messed up any links, but otherwise enjoy!

[jakelandryshorts]

A Run around the Track

[AI Art created by Jammer (First Image, Second Image)]

“C’mon Rob! You keep complaining how coach wants you bigger. I think I have the solution!” Alex said in an overly chipper voice.

“You were just supposed to help me study,” Rob growled at his tutor. He didn’t understand why Alex would have wanted to meet him around the college track. But it quickly started to make sense. “Or are you just trying to get a chance to watch me workout?”

Alex’s tilted his head with a devious smile. ���No…” He lied. Both of them knew it. Alex had been watching Rob like a hawk every single time they were would go to the library. His eyes would trace Rob’s body every chance that they got. “I’m just trying to be helpful.”

Rob’s eyes narrowed. “Where’d you even get this stuff?” The container wasn’t labeled, and it looked like a generic protein powder.

“Online. Everyone who reviewed it said it had amazing results!” Alex answered. He was already scooping the powder into a shaker bottle. Then added water to it. The substance dissolved instantly, making it look like it was just water again. Alex stuck out his arm. “Here!”

Rob stared at it skeptically. “Is it safe?”

Alex shrugged.

“YOU DON’T KNOW IF IT’S SAFE!?” Rob shouted. A few people walking the track looked over at them. Rob slapped his face. “You have to be kidding me…”

“I don’t know… How bad could it be?” Alex said. “What’s the worst that could happen? You get a protein powder that doesn’t do anything? Isn’t that normal?” He shook the bottle. “Come on… People said they see results after a few minutes.”

“Fine…” Rob snatched the shaker bottle out of Alex’s hand. He was tired of Coach Albarn saying he wasn’t putting enough effort out on the field. Like Alex said, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ Rob downed the drink.

Alex stared at him skeptically. “Anything yet?” Rob shook his head no. “I think they said that you have to build up a little bit of a sweat…”

“If this doesn’t work,” Rob stuck a finger in Alex’s face, “you’re doing all my homework. Got it?”

“Got it!” Alex squeaked.

Rob started off for a bit of a jog. It was just a standard warm up. However, even as he rounded the first bend of his first lap, he could feel sweat starting to drip down his brow. His heart was beating faster and there was this odd sensation running through his body. Rob powered through. There was no way a something could work that fast.

Then there was this odd feeling with his shirt. ‘It’s just the sweat,’ Rob reasoned as it clung to his chest a little more than usual. He could really feel the wetness running down his chest and back. Whatever this was, really made him sweat. Even he could smell the musk wafting off of him as he ran.

As he rounded the second bend, now his shoes were feeling tight. ‘There’s no way…’ Rob thought to himself. Had he really been growing? It didn’t make sense. Maybe a rock just got into his shoe or maybe he accidently picked up the wrong pair or one of his friends was playing a prank on him.

Rob finished his jog in front of Alex. “How’s that?” Alex didn’t answer. His mouth just hung open in shock. “What?”

“You—you got bigger…” Alex stammered.

“Huh?” Rob looked down at him in confusion. There was no way. That was barely even a few minutes of light jogging. It didn’t make sense, though as he looked down at Alex, there was a clear noticeable difference. At 6’1” he’d always been a bit taller than the other man, but now Alex barely came past his shoulders. “No way!”

“Yes way!” Alex cheered. He clearly loved looking at the bigger jock right now. There was so much more to gawk at. Now Rob’s shirt was starting to rise up and show off the bottom layer of his abs. His biceps looked so swollen that he would have a hard time finding anything that had sleeves. He’d probably have to get custom made pants to properly fit his enormous, but perfectly sculpted ass.  

“This is--!” Rob let out a grunt. His body seemed to have collapsed in on itself. Every muscle was flexing.

“Rob?” Alex asked.

Rob couldn’t respond. Only grunts came out of him as he felt his heart absolutely racing. Each and everyone of his muscles felt as though they were on fire. It was all at once too. He clenched his chest. Veins bulged out of his skin. And he started to grow.

It was a sudden burst of power flowing through him. His athletic body was rapidly doubling in size. Muscles grew at an unprecedented rate as he writhed under the weird feeling. The sleeveless shirt didn’t stand a chance. His widening back and chest ballooning out in front of him made the XL sized shirt look almost kid sized. It was the same with his shoes as his toes pushed out of them. Then crushed the remnants of the shoe’s soles.

“F-uck… F-uck…” Rob panted as he slowly regained control over his body. He looked down at his massive mitts for hands. Then quickly realized just how much further down the ground was from him. Getting a look at Alex, the other man barely came above his waist.

“R-Rob?” Alex stammered. “How are you feeling?”

Rob huffed out a few more deep breaths. A new emotion was emerging. He couldn’t understand it. He didn’t answer Alex. Instead, he picked up the small man by the collar and started carrying him.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it’d make you this big! I thought it’d just make you a little bit bigger!” Alex squirmed in the giant’s grasp.

Still, Rob didn’t say anything. He ducked under the doors and went into the empty locker room. He held Alex up against the wall. Then kissed him. Once the confusion disappeared, Alex was happy to reciprocate. Their tongues wrestled as Rob held Alex up against the wall.

Alex’s hands happily roamed around the unbelievably hard muscles of the hulking giant. He squeezed Rob’s pecs and traced the outlines of his hard muscles. All the while, Rob’s hands were quickly finding their way into Alex’s shorts. A finger popped into Alex’s asshole.

“Ahhhhh…” Alex moaned as he broke off from the kiss.

“You like that?” Rob moaned. His finger continued to wiggle around, tickling the other man’s insides. “Huh? You like making me into this big hulking monster?” Alex couldn’t respond. His mind was all over the place in a lustful haze. His little hands squeezed against Rob’s body for support before finally giving up.

Alex’s body jerked. A wet stain started to form in his underwear and bleed through to his shorts. He rested his head on the massive chest before him, taking in all of the other man’s musk.

Rob let out a frustrated grunt as he set Alex back down. The little guy continued to cling to him. His body rubbed up against the massive cock still straining Rob’s shorts. Alex took his own initiative as he lowered the hulking man’s shorts.

“At least no one can say you aren’t big enough…” he smirked as he used both his hands to properly jerk off his giant.

(More Stories on my Wordpress)

[the-whispers-of-death]

Literally obsessed over Stone X Mechanic!Reader, can you write more?

Of course I can! I love making you guys as obsessed with Stone as I am. I made Mechanic!Reader live in Stone's subdivision because I wanted them to meet outside of the auto shop and this felt like the most natural way to me.

Stone was jogging in his subdivision, having previously been running but he had slowed down to a jog. It was around four in the morning, Stone still on military time hence why he was out for a morning run at this ungodly hour.

But surprisingly, he wasn't the only one awake and outside. As he jogged, he saw you. It was the first time he saw your tall and burly figure outside of work, the first time he hadn't seen you with grease smeared on your cheeks. It was a bit of a shame, but at least you were sweaty. Stone could work with that.

"Hey, Stone," you said as you stopped next to him, your house down the sidewalk in the direction you had been coming home. You kept your legs in a sort of running motion, keeping your heart rate up. "Didn't know you'd be out here this morning."

Stone was too busy eyeing your sweat-laden muscles, his mouth watering as it always when he was around you. "You know my nickname?" he asked, his cold voice wavering with confusion when he realized you called him by his callsign.

You nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, it's in your customer file in the auto shop. I know it because I had to look at the file during the time your Jeep had broken down to see what the shop had worked on the time before," you explained to him.

"Oh." Stone's brown eyes went downwards, looking at your workout outfit and how your muscles and fat were accentuated from it. He thought you were so physically attractive and your personality was also attractive. "I didn't know any civilian woke up this early."

"Yeah, well I'm sure some people wake up this early when they have to drive to a job that's far away," you said, looking around at the houses that surrounded you two. "As for me, I got used to the habit for when I used to be in the Marines. I was a mechanic there too."

Stone seemed to brighten up at that, as much as a man who hid his emotions could do so. He had yet to meet a veteran in town. "I'm in Fleet Marine Force, a Corpsman."

You chuckled. "That makes sense. You have the build for it." You then shifted to turn in the direction Stone was facing. "Say, how about we both jog together? Unless you'd like to continue jogging alone, I'd understand that."

"No, we can jog together. Just... I might not talk a lot," Stone murmured in response, sounding almost sheepish.

"It's okay, Stone." You smiled and placed a hand on his sweaty arm, touching his scars with your calloused, larger hand. "Silence can be nice, with people that we enjoy spending time with."

Stone's mind raced at your words. Did you like spending time with him? Is that what you were saying?

He grunted in response, managing to maintain his cold and stoic demeanor.

You're cold and stoic, Stone. Can't let anyone in so easily. Not even a hot man.

You two started jogging, side by side. Stone barely seemed to be breathing heavy, though you figured he had to have a lot of stamina due to his job. But you on the other hand, you were starting to feel the jog wear down on you. Still, you managed to jog for four miles before having to head back. Stone decided he was stopping too, so he jogged you back to your house.

"Thanks for joining me," you said as you stopped at your house, panting. You walked onto the driveway, Stone staying on the sidewalk. "Maybe we can do this again?"

Stone's first instinct was to say no, to put distance between the two of you. He was already attached—enamored—with you. But he found himself wanting to cave into it, to fall in love with you. What good was life if he didn't allow himself to feel?

"Yeah, we can do this again," he said after a while. His heart swelled in his chest when you smiled at his response.

He watched you go into your house before he turned and jogged down the sidewalk. On the jog home, he kept thinking about you and he was hoping he was making the right decision by letting himself fall in love with you.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[britt-kageryuu]

A video is uploaded onto the VTurtles! Clips Channel. 💜🐉🐲

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It opens with an animated version of Purple Wyverns' model (Kendra).

"So, I was a bit bored after finishing up some projects so I went through a number of VODs to look for the various Cups and Mugs the Turtles use on stream." Kendra explains while showing a picture of a Tumbler that reads 'With a Great Workload, Comes a Great Amount of Coffee!'. "I actually asked Dee about this, they don't really own hundreds of cups, just alot of temporary graphics, put onto a few different styles of cup."

"Anyway, this is a compilation of clips featuring some of the more interesting one I found!"

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Donnie and Leo are playing a game, and Donnie pauses to drink from a cup that reads 'Blood of My Enemies!'.

Leo looks at the cup, "How is that filled with the blood of your enemies, when the drink is green?"

Donnie without missing a beat answers, "Aliens. Keep up Blue. Besides yours says 'Hater Tears'!"

××××××××××××

Leo is casually taking a sip from a cup that reads, 'You better Be-Leaf, I'm Feeling Tea-rrific!', "Gotta love that Stealthily Strawberry blend. Yes, I will plug our personal Coffee and Tea Company the Caffeinated Turtle. Yes I will act like a sellout."

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The boys are all together doing some exercises, and in the foreground close to the camera is 4 color-coded cups each with a anime style character. They resemble Waifu Cups.

Red has Star/Mona Lisa, Blue has Usagi, Orange has a version of Spider-man, and Purple has Atomic Lass.

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Mikey is doing some street art on a large canvas. On the canvas is what looks like Spider-Man but he has paint splattered pants, and jacket. And there's letter art that reads Painted Spider.

He steps back to take off his custom respirator mask, to take a drink from a tumbler labeled 'Definitely Not The Paint Water!' that has a fake paintbrush glued to the rim.

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Raph walks through the frame behind Donnie taking a drink from a very large bottle that has 'Pre-Workout Hydration!' written on it.

Donnie doesn't notice, but there are some confused messages in the chat.

<><><><><><>

Leo and Donnie are in sync drinking from cups that read, Leo: I got the Beauty, Donnie: I got the Brains.

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Donnie is chatting about the coffee blend he was testing, and lifts a mug that reads 'My Body is 87% Coffee', "We think this blend might be too close to a unsafe level of caffeine, but that's why the placeholder name is 'A Cup with Death'."

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A Clip from a Merch promotion that featured some Cups with different graphics.

1: 'Hydrate Like A Boss', 2: 'I Will Bite Before, and After My First Cup' , 3: A Cartoon Slider drinking from a Japanese Tea Mug, and 4: A Cartoon Box Turtle holding a paintbrush and the cup is splattered with paint.

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Leo is chatting to the audience while holding a mug that says 'Hot Soup!' with a cartoon Lou Jitsu. "And then he said 'When will you give me Grandchildren?' Like Pops, we haven't gotten passed 2nd Base!"

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Masterpost

Not the most original idea, but I thought it was funny.

[rwbyvein]

Double Rainbow: The Purchase IV

Ilia stepped out of JNPR's dorm room. She was wearing a skintight halter, along with skintight yoga pants. She was told to pick something easy to move around it. She figured it was some kind of fetish play, but that was hardly the worst thing that could happen to her. She would rather suck his cock than the majority of the ones in the world, nevermind dying in the SDC mines, or being tortured by some sick freak. Even if she was a lesbian, there were far worse fates than being his plaything. It might just be the lack of love, affection, or a home for the past years, but his affection almost felt good. At least the hugs and headpats did.

* * *

Ilia: *stares at the sign of a sword crossed with a rifle*

* * *

Ilia: *walks into the shop, only to see Weiss there with Jaune*

Ilia: *silently walks up*

Weiss: *turns her head towards her*

Jaune: *turns around and gives her a warm smile*

Weiss: Jaune has told me that you were... militarily active in an unofficial capacity. I, at first, did not want to get involved, until he informed me that my arming you would be less morally dubious than my original purchase. Sometimes I despise having moral consistency.

Ilia: *complete unable to understand what was happening*

Jaune: We want to get your weapon back.

Well Dressed Man: It is no secret that Huntsmen have their weapons custom-built.

Ilia: . . .

Well Dress Man: So, who would buy a Huntsman's weapon at auction?

Ilia: I'm not a Huntsman.

Well Dress Man: Cute. But I'm not impressed. Given your status as a slave, your moral concerns are none of my business. As you have received your punishment, and it can only get worse. Next time you might not find a master who would seek to reclaim your lost possession. Now, if you could, describe it for me?

* * *

Jaune: Even if he finds it, is the guy going to sell it?

Weiss: The dark secret about auctions is that they never finish. The rich are rich because they want to be.

Jaune: Meaning?

Ilia: Everything has a price.

Weiss: Precisely.

Ilia: Even someone's life.

Weiss: ...unfortunately...

Ilia: I was apparently a bargain.

Jaune: Because I'm not looking at you as an investment.

Weiss and Ilia: *stop in their tracks*

Jaune: *turns around*

Jaune: Investment implies I intend to sell you. You're everything I want.

Weiss: In a girlfriend?

Ilia: In a slave.

Jaune: Uh... not touching that.

Weiss: Which is it?

Jaune: *nervously turns around*

* * *

Jaune: *sits on his bed and sighs*

Ilia: *kneels in front of him*

Nora: Does she have to?..

Jaune: Apparently.

Ren: Is arming her especially wise?

Jaune: It's like I can feel her Aura trying to jump out of her body.

Ren: So, you wish to train her?

Nora: Body guard concubine?!

Pyrrha (internally): If she becomes his concubine, then the position of wife will be open.

Pyrrha: I'll help.

* * *

Ilia: *strikes at Jaune with her Thunder Lash*

Jaune: *blocks with his shield*

Pyrrha: You hit his shield again.

Ilia: Isn't that the whole point of shields?

Pyrrha: You are striking with your muscles.

Ilia: . . .

Pyrrha: And between you and him, who's muscles are bigger?

Ilia: . . .

Ilia: *blushes*

Pyrrha: *blushes*

Pyrrha: *shakes her head*

Pyrrha: So, don't attack with muscles, attack with Aura.

Ilia: I don't know what that is.

Pyrrha: Strike with spirit. Strike out with your soul.

Jaune: Lash out with your soul?

Yang: *heard snickering in the background*

Pyrrha: Precisely.

* * *

Ilia's Workout Clothes: *floating in the air*

Nora: It's a ghost!

Pyrrha: I'm sorry.

Ilia: I'm not a ghost.

Nora: That's just what a ghost would say.

Ilia: I think that's more BOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Nora: See? She - admits - it!

Jaune: Nora, it's Ilia.

Nora: Oh - my - gods! Ilia died? She was so adorable. Jaune was so happy with her.

Ilia: I - am - not - dead!

Jaune: Well, this way I can get ghost blowjobs.

Ilia's Clothes: *kneels on the ground in front of him*

Jaune: I was joking.

Ilia: . . .

Jaune: *reaches down to cup her face*

Jaune: I love looking into your eyes.

Jaune (looking at Nora): Ilia's not dead, she's just invisible.

Nora: Then why can I see her clothes?

Ilia: Because I'm a chameleon. Clothes don't change colour just because a chameleon is wearing them.

Nora: Why not?

Jaune (looking down at Ilia): Maybe you should stand up.'

Ilia's Clothes: *stands up*

Pyrrha: The first semblance of her Semblance.

Yang: *heard snickering in the background*

[omori-aus-archive]

OMORI oneshot for Aubrey's birthday: Seeking A Balance

A oneshot for Aubrey's birthday, set a few months after the good ending. This also features @donuqx-art's OC Vix with her permission. I apologize if I get Vix wrong. I really tried....

Erika pulled her motorcycle up to the park, getting off and taking out a bag from the sidecar, before heading into the park and finding the Hooligans.

Artist and the Baker twins' respective little brothers Angel and Mikhael were kind enough to call and let Erika know of Aubrey's birthday, thinking that she'd be interested in knowing.

The woman told Artist, Bowen, and Daphne that she'd try and go over, thinking that it'd be beneficial to her and Aubrey if she visited.

Much to her surprise, it wasn't Angel or Mikhael that greeted her first, but rather, Kim...and another teenager that she didn't recognize.

The teenager was about Aubrey's height, had brown hair with pink highlights which was braided, with brown cargo pants, white crop top, and pink contacts.

"Mikhael and Angel invited me." Erika told Kim, who nodded. The other brunette said, "Angel said you might be coming over. Though I'm...kinda surprised you actually did."

The blue clad girl then looked off to the side, "Especially how she reacted towards your brother...."

Erika chose not to comment about that, merely sighing with a nod.

Kim then looked at the girl next to her, "Vix, this is Erika. Sunny and Mari's older sister. Erika, this is Vix."

The woman nodded, offering her hand out, "Nice to meet you.", before noticing the brunette's hesitation. She just chuckled, "Yes, I know. I'm very tall for my age."

"Um.... Yeah." Vix said, slowly taking Erika's hand as she shook off her stunned reaction to the woman's towering stature. "Nice to meet you too."

Kim went to get Aubrey, leaving Vix and Erika to talk alone.

"So...what do you do, exactly?" The brunette asked. "Aubrey and the others...don't talk about you much."

Erika nodded, assuming that her response to Aubrey's...less than respectful reaction towards the truth about Mari scared the pinkette.

"I'm a biker for BACA." The albino woman explained, peaking Vix's interest. "I also workout at the local gym and personally train a few customers."

"Ah.... That explains you looking like you could bench-press cars." The brunette commented, receiving a chuckle from Erika, who just nodded.

"So, you're a biker for Bikers Against Child Abuse...?" Vix asked, receiving a nod from the woman. The teenager lowered her head, before saying, "I...might have a situation regarding my parents...."

Erika nodded, "I'll chat about it with my group." She then sighed, "Swear to God, this town is fucking cursed. Bad parenting, child abuse, death, and abandonment...."

"Word...." Vix nodded with a groan. "From what it sounds like, you and your siblings have gone through that a lot...."

The woman nodded, rubbing her eyes, "Hate my parents. Probably the reason why things ended up the way they are."

"So glad I got Sunny away from that shit." She added, receiving a nod from the brunette. The teenager gave a sad expression, "I'm sorry you three had to go through all that...."

Erika shook her head, "Don't be.... We all go through our struggles. It's just a matter of making our voices clear to get the help we need."

Vix lowered her head, nodding.

Erika could only assume that she understood that on a personal level.

....

....

Eventually, Kim managed to drag Aubrey over before she left with Vix, leaving Aubrey and Erika to their own devices.

"So...you actually arrived." The pinkette said sheepishly, receiving a nod from Erika. The woman responded, "Figured it was in my best interest."

She then looked towards Angel and Mikhael in the near-distance, "After all, either of those two's siblings would likely convince me to go anyway."

"That or Sunny asking to go in his stead." Erika added.

Aubrey looked shocked, "E-Even after how I reacted, he wou-?" "Of course, Sunny would want to come. You know how loving he is." Erika said, cutting the teenager off mid-question.

She then narrowed her eyes, looming over Aubrey dangerously, "And believe me, I do NOT intend forgiving you for how you behaved around my little brother."

"That said, it is in my best interest to try and be civil, so please do the same. Get it?" She asked, receiving a small nod from the girl.

"...Got it. I...understand." The pinkette answered quietly. Erika nodded, "Good. Then we are in agreement.", before handing over a box.

"From Sunny, Mari, and I." The woman hummed, stepping back as Aubrey took the present and began opening it, revealing a large pink rabbit plush with a small eggplant plush inside.

"Sunny told me that you liked rabbits and eggplants. Something about Mr. Eggplant and Bun-Bun." The woman explained. "We didn't know which one to get you, so I just...purchased both."

Aubrey nodded warmly, "I appreciate it. Thank you. Both of you."

"I would appreciate it if you thanked Sunny in person." Erika said firmly. "And preferably before or around his birthday."

The pinkette gave another nod, not giving any sign of resistance or objection.

After how she reacted towards after he revealed the truth surrounding Mari's death.... After how she treated him in general....

The least she could do was meet the boy again in person and try to start fresh with him.

"You wanna stay for a bit? Angel's sister is here." She suggested.

Erika gave a small smile, "Just for a little bit. I gotta be back for dinner.", before following Aubrey to join the pinkette's friends.

[littlelewdmable]

Jaune The Ginger Whisperer Part 5: Working Out

Jaune: *Panting, trying to keep up with Nora during JNPR's morning workout. Wearing a old t-shirt and shorts*

Jaune: Nora- Nora I need a minute.

Nora: *Running in place* Come one Jaune, it's just another mile!

Nora: *Wearing well fitting shorts, a pink headband, and a rather loose tank-top that does very little to hide her... assets*

Bounce bounce bounce bounce

Jaune: *Realizes he's staring, shakes his head* You go ahead without me. I-I need a minute.

Nora: Whatever you say, fearless leader! *Runs off*

Jaune: Were you really just staring at her boobs Jaune? *Sighs* If Garnet or Saphron ever found out I did that... I wonder what Ruby is doing?

Ruby: *Doing squats*

Jaune: ...Nice thighs... Okay Ruby is a bust, what about Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: *Stretching, giving Jaune a very convenient and clear view of her cleavage*

Jaune: ...Was I cursed by fate to be on a team with the hottest girls in Remnant?

Jaune: *Sighs* I need to find a way to get the girls out of the dorm for 30 minutes soon or I swear I'm going to explode... and not in the way I need to.

Jaune: I should also stop talking to myself.

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Ruby: Hey Pyrrha, where did you get your workout gear?

Pyrrha: Oh, It's provided by the company I represent.

Nora: Do you think you can get the rest of us a pair?

Pyrrha: Well, maybe.

Ruby: Oooh, maybe we can get them custom made for team JNPR! You know with our names and stuff on them.

Nora: That would be super cool!

Pyrrha: I'll see what I can do.

Ruby: What do you think Jaune?

Jaune: *Internal screaming*

[sweetiecutiedarling]

What Does Harry Look Like?

When I write Take Me To Voldemort (<- link to AO3), this is what I imagine Harry James Potter looks like... (Please don't read if you're not up to date on the story, Chapter 45, because I will be going over scars and such that would be spoilers.)

Harry is an average-sized guy. He's not super skinny like seekers tend to be, but he isn't overly broad either. He's been intentionally training his entire life and does mostly cardio and has done a little bit of muggle fighting training. This results in a somewhat lean build. He's biracial (Indian and white) with warm brown skin that isn't quite as dark as his dad's. (He certainly doesn't get mistaken for a white man.) His hair is dark black and messy, prone to knot itself when he gets uncomfortable and his magic gets out of control and kept short enough that it doesn't come down to his shoulders but has reached his chin by where we are now (chapter 45). He usually keeps it at a few inches in length, so it doesn't go much past his ears but it is big, fluffy energy. His hair is a little wavy and very voluminous.

He wears the iconic wire frame, circle-shaped glasses but he gets them from a wizarding provider and they are better about staying on/resistant to summoning for that reason. Behind his glasses, he has bright green eyes and when he is dueling or otherwise angry they look almost like a killing curse. In so many ways he looks like his father, but these eyes are clearly from his mother.

Harry has a litany of scars on his person. He has the lightning bolt scar, which I imagine looks more like what it looks like when lightning hits something and spreads. (Like this.) It doesn't go past his eyebrows and it takes over about half of his forehead. The front of his left shoulder has a scar from the cursed knife that the Masked Death Eater threw at him when death eaters attacked the Falmouth Falcon's tryouts. He has a scar in the center of his chest from when Bellatrix cursed him, it's still a purple-y red color. He has a big scar across his face, from the top of his right forehead through his right eyebrow and eye and down to his chin. Most of his scars are covered by his fur when he transforms but the scars on his face show more clearly because his fur is not as fluffy there.

He has a growing collection of tattoos, starting with two as of chapter 45. His first is a sketch-style snitch that flys around his right arm. It's all black ink and appears still to muggles. It's a little smaller than a standard snitch. His second is a much larger image. It is a bastardized version of the iconography that Voldemort uses. A cracked skull and a dead snake. Once again it is a blank ink drawing and though it does not move at all, instead done in the muggle style, the snitch does fly through and interact with it.

Harry dresses casually, leaning towards jeans and t-shirts though he also likes workout pants and shorts as well. He likes to custom-make t-shirts at a muggle screenprint shop (I've written a list of them in a previous post her) and has a notice-me-not hat that he wears when he's trying to avoid being mobbed. He doesn't like wearing his school tie and forgets his Head Boy pin more often than not. He can't be convinced to wear his uniform shoes, Hogwarts professors gave up on it in his first year. He wears tennis shoes but he does tend towards solid black designs. When he dresses nice he prefers a wizarding style because they have button ups that don't require a tie, because the colar does not fold over.

Now I don't know how interested anyone is in this, but it's interesting to me to combine it all into one place.