look at that bod

Winter bod- summer bod.
I know my abs look better on the right but honestly I’m so much stronger now and I’ve gained weight in all the necessary places (booty). I love seeing my body grow and progress. Probably try to add on a few pounds of muscle before winter is over and I begin to cut down again 🙃

Oh and ps- day four of not stepping on a scale 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

I would like to introduce Steampunk Dorian Pavus!
Ok okay he doesn’t look like your normal steampunk well that is because he is a Noble. I figure him the type of man to wear a suit and look handsome as fuck. Then in the very same suit kick your ass with this walking stick all the while not breaking a sweat. The more I look at him he reminds me of Gomez Addams from the Addams Family. 
Damn…I’m digging this man. 
Edit: I forgot his beauty mark or mole or whatever it’s called!

Team Trophy Husband Jack

I honestly now want the fic where Jack might be an extremely successful hockey player, etc, but for the rest of the world who don’t follow NHL and sport news, he’s Eric Bittle’s trophy husband.

Eric Bittle, who has his own Cooking Show, a Baking Contest Reality TV spin off, a chain of bakeries expanding all over the country, a series of books, and is a guest editor in some cooking magazines.

He’s Beyonce’s go to guy for Blue Ivy’s birthday cakes.

So yeah, his husband married him for the money. Never mind that they are college sweethearts and they married before Bitty had his big break.

And Bitty married him for his good looks. I mean Jack looks like a model, has that amazing bod and booty and is pretty much silent anytime they are in front of the cameras, it is clear he’s the classic dumb jock stereotype.

Bitty always gets extremely offended by that, Jack thinks it’s hilarious. He might play it up sometimes just to get out of interviews.

Jack always endlessly amused that the paparazzi that follow them are there for Bitty. They don’t particularly care about Jack. Their photos appear in the magazines as “Eric Bittle and husband.”

Jack has managed his life long dream of achieving invisibility in the media by marrying somebody who overshadows him. It is everything he ever wanted. He brags about it to anybody who will listen.

Bitty remains annoyed.

Once they are home, after going to a premiere of something/red carpet event.

“You have won 3 Stanley Cups! One two weeks ago! Why don’t they ask you about that? They only asked you what you were wearing!”

“Hugo Boss” Jack says without missing a bit.

“You could try not to make it so easy for them.”

“Fall Collection.”

“You are enjoying this too much.”

“Besides Bitty, you ordered a Pumpkin Spice drink today and went to do your own grocery shopping, how could I compare to that?”

“Jack this isn’t funny! I’m proud of you and I want them to know that.”

“I’m proud of you too, I mean, look at you walking down the street with sunglasses on.”

“I hate you.”

“Oh look, you are cheating on me with Shitty, Ransom, and Chowder… oh, also with Lardo? Bitty, I could forgive the first three, but not Lardo!”

“That’s it, you cannot buy anymore tabloids.”

“But Bitty! This magazine says we are getting a divorce! If I hadn’t bought the magazine, I wouldn’t have known to start packing my bags. Also, I apparently didn’t sign any prenup, so you owe me a lot of money.”

“I might leave you for Lardo after all.”

The splattering of manly chest hairs across his muscled bod makes him look like a true Stud. But the nipples erect from hours of clamp torture give away his true status. He is a newly trained powerbottom and the toy for the 7 men.

hello yes let’s think about all the different ways laurent and damen can kiss each other:

  • laurent sitting in damen’s lap, tipping damen’s chin up, cupping his face, sliding fingers into his hair as damen holds him around his hips
  • damen lifting laurent up (maybe he has a thing for looking up at laurent, maybe laurent has a thing for damen’s muscleman bod), laurent’s thighs smooth but firm as they lock around his waist, damen gently pinning him to the wall as they kiss, hands grappling under laurent’s thighs
  • WET KISSES either they take a bath together or take a relaxing beach swim. laurent marveling at damen’s chest and biceps and QUADS when they’re shiny and wet, damen noticing how much darker laurent’s eyelashes seem. they probably splash each other, take advantage of weightlessness in water. the kiss probably starts out lazy and leisurely, hands roaming and frictionless, until it gets really sensual & they sink under water and only their heads are above. damen cups water with his hands and pours it over laurent’s shoulders when he starts to shiver
  • teasing kisses. laurent has mastered these…too-short kisses, lips lingering but not enough. his lips brush damen’s as he whispers some sweet nothing against his mouth, and it’s over far too soon - he pulls back and damen chases forward, trying to prolong it
  • BEARD SCRUFF KISSES if damen goes even a day without a shave its immediately tangible, laurent rubs his face against his stubble without even realizing he’s nuzzling, all of damen’s kisses are at once gentle and rough laurent can barely take the sensation. his inner thighs definitely have stubble burn and it drives him crazy
  • laurent getting the breath kissed right out of him as he comes *2012 voice* that escalated quickly yes i know BUT he probably likes it the best this way, when damen fucks him slowly and kisses him softly, his mouth open and pliant and panting all for damen’s taking
  • and then damen getting kissed while he comes - laurent swallows all his desperate babbling, and he loves having laurent’s tongue in his mouth LOL everything about kissing laurent turns him on, he comes that much harder when laurent’s lips are smothering his own

Remus: Hey Lily, who does this remind you of?

Lily: Okay Remus I got you. I will second your James…

Lily: I’m so tough Lily! Look at my quidditch bod.

I’ll even raise you one Sirius Black

Lily: I’m a real…dog. Aren’t I?

Remus: I’m Sirius Black. I’m only a teenager and yet I have a full beard. It’s so sexy. Look at it guys.  I’m so sexy. 

Lily: I smoke cigarettes under the stars and contemplate the philosophical nature of life. I’m so bad ass and edgy.

Remus: No one could ever beat my quidditch bod. 

Lily: I’m beauty. I’m grace. I’m falling on my face.

Lily: *from the ground* Hey Evans

Remus: Oh! I love Lily SoooOOOOOOooooOOOOOOoooO Much!

Remus: If only I wasn’t too stubborn to tell her.

Lily: What?

Remus: Ummmm…nothing.

Remus: I actually haven’t said anything for a few minuets. Are you feeling okay? Lily?

Lily: You just said that James Potter loved me. Not like me. Love me. 

Lily: *internally* Wait! What…Why am I smiling? Do I like Potter?

Lily: *talking to herself* Of course! James Potter. I have feelings for James Potter


(Ooc Special thanks to @lundayy who as always was a phenomenal Remus, and @siriusly-not-over-remus for giving us a Sirius to mock <3 both of you)