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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Kinktober day 28

Kevin Moskowitz/The deep + Praise Kink

I know literally everyone in this fandom hates Kevin’s gills, but they have me in a chokehold. God, I need a new music album to listen to when I write I’m so tired of soviet soviet.

Reader is an op supe in this, cuz yes. Also the reader has completely escaped Voughts grip because he’s that op n shit idk lmao.

I did not proof read this, at all.

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If you asked Kevin not even two weeks ago what he felt about Superior, the uncontrollable supe as Vought called him. He would have told you with fake bravado that he didn’t fear the guy and that he could probably take him in a fight. In reality Kevin was scared shitless at the very thought of meeting the man. Superior was the name given to him by the public, not Vought. Because Vought had no control of him, nothing to blackmail him with, no family to threaten, nothing.

Not only that but he was more powerful than the seven combined. Anything from bulletproof skin, unbreakable skin, flight, super strength, water breathing, a hyper regeneration if he finally was wounded and so many more. It was like taking all The Seven’s abilities and more and shoving them into one person. A lazy and sluggish person, who walked around in sweatpants, baggy hoodies and sneakers that had once been white but were now brown and repaired with tape.

It had all started those two weeks ago when Vought had finally gotten Superior, (Y/N) as he told everyone to call him, to agree to meet The Seven. Kevin might not have been the smartest person, not by a long shot he could admit that, but even he could see that Superior was only playing along out of boredom. Homelander looked like he was about to burst a vein with how hard he was clenching his jaw, his eyes glowing the smallest bit red like he was fighting everything inside himself not to start lasering the other man.

Every member of The Seven were tense and nervous when Ashley brought in (Y/N), the man wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a half-unzipped sweatshirt, the white wifebeater underneath doing very little to hide the sculpted muscle of his torso.

Now, Kevin had never thought of being with a man before, especially someone who, if the rumors were correct, could defeat Homelander with one hand whilst playing candy crush on their phone with the other. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes run down the length of Superiors Adonis like body, wide shoulders, big pecs, thick muscular thighs, he couldn’t be surprised if the guy had an 8-pack under his layers. Glancing up Kevin’s eyes locked with the man he had been ogling, and when (Y/N)s lip twitched into a lazy smirk, Kevin was quick to turn away and lock his attention to the suddenly very interesting table in front of him.

The meeting went on as it always did, though this time Homelander looked closer to snap than ever before and Superior was sat back in an extra chair, feet up on the table and arms crossed behind his head. At some point (Y/N) had unzipped the rest of his sweatshirt and Kevin dared to sneak a peek. (Y/N) quirked a brow when their eyes met again, having caught the water-based hero looking, the smirk returning to his lips as The Deep was quick to look away again.

As the meeting came to an end Kevin stayed in his seat, trying his best to will away the heat that had been bubbling in his abdomen. It had especially gotten hot under his layers when (Y/N) removed his feet from the table just to push his rolling chair back and spread his legs as much as possible, as if he was inviting whoever was looking to crawl in between them and worship him.

When Kevin had left, he thought he was alone until (Y/N) had floated up beside him, as silent as the night, and started talking. The cocky grin on his lips made it obvious he knew completely the way that Kevin’s body had reacted, maybe he could even smell it with those insane senses of his. The overpowered supe had landed on his feet and started walking beside Kevin, his hand reaching up to settle on the lower part of the shorter man’s back.

The ocean hero tried his best to keep casual, though he knew he was failing with all his stuttering and how he would lose train of thought when (Y/N)s fingers brushed against the top of his ass and fingered at his belt just enough to be felt. As they reached The Deeps place, they had stopped outside the doors and Superior had leant in close, his eyes almost glowing but not with lasers but something else. His lips had just barely brushed against Kevin’s before the man pulled back, patting Kevin on the cheek, telling him he would see him soon with a wink and disappearing, likely teleportation.

Knees feeling shaky like they never had before, Kevin leant against his door and tried to comprehend what just happened. Fumbling with his hand he finally got the door open and stumbled inside, his pants feeling incredibly tight and constricting. Not even 15 minutes later found The Deep in his bed, on his knees and forehead pressed against the sheets as he fisted his cock like it was his life’s mission, mind full of images of the lazy cocky hero who had looked at Kevin like he wanted to eat him.

Kevin had come harder than he ever had before against his sheets, his hand tugging at himself until he was so sensitive, he sobbed into his sheets. Afterwards he found himself laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, chest heaving and legs feeling like jelly as he tried to understand what he had just done and what it meant.

The next two weeks passed with Superior hanging around The Seven more than he ever had before, though he mainly hung around The Deep. The stronger hero had turned down Vought’s offer to join them, laughing straight in their face when they tried to insist. Most of his time was spent following Kevin around, listening to the man talk in detail about sea life and how the mistreatment of the marine life at places like seaworld.

(Y/N) had even gone out to the ocean with Kevin and had swam with him, ducking into the waters and swimming to levels deeper than any human could ever achieve. Kevin hated to admit how his chest fluttered or how his cock perked up at the sight of the larger man coming out of the water, his wet clothes sticking impossibly close to his muscular frame.

After another swim in the ocean the two had returned to Kevin’s place, the two flying as (Y/N) carried Kevin in his arms. Entering through a window the two laughed together as water splashed all over the floors, the men still dripping oceanwater all over the place as Kevin was placed down on his feet.

“Im gonna go get cleaned up” (Y/N) said, motioning towards the bathroom to which Kevin nodded, trying his hardest not to imagine the other mans naked body. Kevin waited until he heard the water start up before he answered some of the marine life in fish tanks that had been trying to talk to him, whispering his flustered replies as one of the octopi mentioned how Kevin should just present himself to the strong man and let him take him.

“Its not like hed want to sleep with someone like me” he frustratingly whispered to the octopus, who almost rolled their eyes at him if that was possible. “He’s like a god, why would someone so hot want anything to do with someone like me?” he muttered, letting his eyes fall to the carpet as the octopus tried to point out (Y/N)s behaviors that meant the man liked him.

“What do you mean by `someone like me`?” (Y/N)s voice could be heard from the bathroom door, which Kevin now noticed was silent without the water running. Peeking over his shoulder he saw the door was wide open, the man of his desires leaning against the doorframe in nothing but a towel, hair still dripping as if he hadn’t dried it off enough. Kevin couldn’t stop but drink in all over the man’s body, gulping softly at the way his muscles pulled and stretched as he pushed off the doorframe and started making his way over.

Kevin tried to stutter an excuse or explanation, anything to get out of this conversation since he had pretty much confessed to wanting (Y/N) in a way that wasn’t acceptable, at least if you asked Vought. He soon found himself backed up against the aquarium, (Y/N)s wide frame caging him against the glass as he grabbed Kevin’s chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. Kevin wanted nothing more but to be swallowed up by the ground right then and there, or to just keel over and die on the spot.

That was when (Y/N) leant in and pressed their lips together, his eyes falling shut as Kevin’s widened, his hands dumbly flapping about before letting him come to a rest on the other man’s shoulders. Their lips gave a wet smack as (Y/N) pressed in deeper, a tiny moan leaving Kevin as the larger mans tongue brushed against his lips. Letting his lips part, Kevin shut his eyes and pushed his tongue against (Y/N)s, the grip on the other mans shoulders tightening as he let himself be devoured.

Shuddering at the wet slurp that left them as (Y/N)s tongue licked from one side of his mouth to the other, Kevin’s hips twitched forwards, already incredibly hard from just seeing the others body and kissing him. Pulling back from the kiss (Y/N) cradled the shorter mans face in his hand, looking at his face as if he was picking him apart. Before doubt and self-consciousness could start brewing though he leant in a kissed the tip of Kevin’s nose, muttering a comment about how pretty he was.

Leading them to the bed (Y/N) pushed Kevin down on his back, letting the man scoot up the bed until he was resting on his pillows. (Y/N) took a moment to look at Kevin again, tilting his head and squinting like he was taking him apart piece by piece and appreciating what he saw. “You truly are a sight” he muttered, reaching up to rub his hands up and down the other man’s trembling legs.

“Might wanna get these off” (Y/N) muttered, crawling up the bed to kiss at Kevin’s thighs, referring to the green pants of his hero suit. Kevin couldn’t muster up any words and simply nodded, reaching down to make quick work of his pants, almost ripping them off and throwing them to the side, his cock slapping against his still covered stomach and leaving a small puddle of precum.

(Y/N) quirked a brow in a teasing display of interest as he pressed in close, pressing a kiss just below the head of the length, staring up at Kevin as he threw his head back and keened. Reaching up the bigger man wrapped his hand round Kevin’s length and slowly started moving it up and down, twisting his wrist in ways that drove Kevin crazy.

Kevin almost sobbed as (Y/N) started jerking him off, his hands gripping at the sheets as he tried to thrust up into the hold as (Y/N) muttered praise and compliments the entire time. But he was quickly ripped out of his euphoria as the other man slipped his hand under Kevins shirt, the man quick to freeze up and choke out a plea to stop.

He could feel his gills quiver under his shirt, not even an inch away from (Y/N)s fingers. Kevin gulped the spit that had gathered in his mouth, trying not to cry at the thought of the other man seeing the disgusting display that was his torso. When Kevin tried to explain how gross his torso was and how (Y/N) would hate it, the other man just rolled his eyes a smidge and leant in to kiss Kevin again. “You don’t think I already knew? I have X-ray vision too you know, there’s nothing wrong with you Kevin, I think your just as beautiful as always” he commented against the other man’s lips, as if the idea of Kevin being a monster was completely out of this world.

It took a moment but Kevin finally decided to say fuck it and got the top portion of his hero outfit off, throwing the still wet fabric off to the side and turning his head away, not wanting to see (Y/N)s reaction to his biggest shame. But instead of reacting with disgust (Y/N) just leant in a kissed the middle of his stomach, working his way up to Kevins chest and slowly pushing him back onto his back again as he muttered more compliments and lustful promises.

Soon Kevin didn’t even seem to notice he was shirtless anymore as (Y/N) started moving the hand around him again and sucking hickeys all over his chest. The ocean hero gasped as he felt the other man’s fingers brush against his gills, his eyes snapping open to look down at what was happening only to meet (Y/N)s eyes. (Y/N) smirked around one of Kevins nipples and gave the bud a good suck as he twisted his hand just right, making Kevin’s eyes roll and a loud moan tumble out from between his lips.

(Y/N) didn’t do more than just teasingly brush his fingers against the edges of his gills as pulled at Kevin’s cock, moving his lips up from his chest to suck hickeys against the skin on the other man’s neck. Releasing his grip on the sheets Kevin wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and held onto him, clinging to the man as his orgasm grew nearer and nearer.

When Kevin felt (Y/N)s fingers just barely push inside his gills and twist his wrist just wrist he came, let out a loud keening sob as he came all over the other mans hand and his own torso. His gills clamped down on the tips of the other man’s fingers, the action of being touched in and around his gills had never been something Kevin had enjoyed, but with (Y/N) it felt so much more intimate.

Leaning up (Y/N) pressed their lips together in a wet but loving kiss, the man mumbling praise against Kevin’s lips as he squeezed the last few drops of white out of him. The larger man snickered softly as Kevin laid there panting, his body buzzing and quiet whimpers leaving his mouth. “You know your gonna have to let me go at some point, right?” he said, just barely wriggling the fingers that were still semi trapped.

Kevin knew the other man could easily rip his hand to himself, but was deciding not to. It made something in Kevin’s chest warm up at the thought that (Y/N) didn’t want to hurt him. Still buzzing from his orgasm, it took a few tries before he could move his gills, letting (Y/N) free his hands which made the ocean hero receive a sweet kiss.

Relaxing into the sheets Kevin shut his eyes and tried to catch his breath, already dozing off as (Y/N) left the bed to return with a wet cloth to clean up their mess. Kevin was almost fully asleep when he remembered that his partner had never gotten off and had only been wearing a towel the entire time, and he wondered if the man had been affected by what happened at all.

The length that pressed up against his ass as (Y/N) crawled up behind him and spooned him told him all he needed to know, but it didn’t seem like the stronger man wanted to do anything right now other than cuddle and take a nap. So Kevin got comfortable in (Y/N)s arms and let himself drift off, being lulled off to dreamland by the sound of the other mans breathing and heartbeat.

#male reader #the boys #the deep #Kevin Moskowitz #the boys imagine #the boys headcanon #the boys x male reader #the boys x reader #the deep imagine #the deep headcanon #the deep x male reader #the deep x reader #Kevin Moskowitz x male reader #Kevin Moskowitz x reader #Kevin Moskowitz imagine #Kevin Moskowitz headcanon

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 10 months

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Red Hair Pirates/F!Darling: One of the Crew

Commissioned by: anonymous

Word Count: 1200

TW: Minor blood mention, surgery, Darling is cross dressing/hiding her gender from the rest of the crew

*Part of a multichapter commission, so there's basically no smut in this one...yet. Basically they wanted a Darling who's revealed to be a woman after hiding their identity, and the crew winds up becoming a little TOO protective of her.

All those precautions, all this planning and effort…and it was ruined by three fucking bullets.

Yasopp had seen ____ take the first hit, then two more; without hesitation, he'd sniped the shooter before leaping to haul his crew mate over his shoulder as Shanks, Benn, and the others immediately quelled the other pirate crew as swiftly as possible. ____ had never taken a bullet before, with their worst battle injury being a few slashes and gashes on the leg. Now that had been replaced with one bullet in the stomach and two in the arm.

The Red Hair Pirates were strong, that was obvious enough (they WERE the crew of a Yonko, after all). But every crew had one or two members who struggled to keep up with the rest, and their mates would do their best to cover their weaknesses. It wasn't shameful, but natural; ____ was a damn good fighter, and they always pulled their weight, but despite their combat skills they were easily taken by surprise--and unlike Shanks thanks to his Haki, ____ wasn't bulletproof. If this other crew had wanted to take out one of the Red Hair crew during this false "parley" meeting, then he was the best target.

Shanks and the others had ended the fight after that first attack, but that still left ____ severely injured. The entire crew followed Yasopp to the medbay on board the ship, moving to grab equipment as Limejuice hurriedly washed his hands, tied his long blond hair back, and donned a pair of sterile gloves. "I need three others to help with this," he barked. "Wash your hands, tie your hair back, and get some gloves on. The rest of you need to leave so we don't contaminate the room. Grab as many warm blankets and heaters as possible and leave them outside the door, we don't want him going into shock!"

As he applied pressure to the large gunshot wound and stemmed the bleeding, Shanks, Yasopp and Benn silently nodded to each other and got prepared to help. The rest of the crew immediately left, leaving the captain, first mate and ship's doctor to tend to their crew mate. "Benn, grab the rolling stand over there and bring those close to the operating table--and the IV stand next to it. Cap, there's a heart-rate monitor in the corner. Bring it here and help me stick the pads on. Yasopp, keep pressure on his stomach wound as tightly as possible."

The men quickly worked together, with Limejuice reaching for a thermometer to check on ____'s temperature. "____, can you hear me?"

____ winced and nodded, and Limejuice hastily set the thermometer down after determining ____ wasn't going into shock yet. "Keep breathing as steady as you can," he ordered. "Eyes open, in…out…in…right, just like that." He turned his head to Benn. "Keep pressure on his arm and start wrapping it with the trauma gauze on the second shelf of the rolling stand. Shanks, you and Yasopp need to get his shirt off; I'll get the IV in his other arm."

Shanks grabbed the first heart monitor electrode with one hand and started to unbutton ____'s bloody shirt. He heard ____ inhale sharply and try to reach up towards his hand. "Wait," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Don't–"

Before he could finish, Shanks ignored him and tugged the column of buttons down his shirt; whatever reason ____ had for not wanting their shirt off, it didn't matter if it meant he'd be operated on. To his surprise, ____'s chest was bloody but not bare--a second, smaller and tighter top was concealing it, compressing a fair amount of his pecs. Given how boxy it was, both of the shirts helped hide the shape of ____'s waist. His…surprisingly shapely waist.

When Limejuice used a pair of scissors to cut the second top off, ____'s breasts fell freely now that they weren't being compressed. The four men goggled at his--or her--maybe their?--finally exposed body. When they glanced up and their gazes met, Limejuice spoke first. "We can talk about this later," he snapped. "For now, keep 'em stable while I get the bullets out. Shanks, give them this syringe to put them to sleep."

____ feebly shook their head. "No," they muttered. "I wanna be awake…don't…I can handle the pain, just–"

Shanks quickly injected them before they could continue. "We'll talk late, okay? For now, you need to rest."

____ opened their lips to try to protest, but their eyes fluttered shut and their body went slack before any words could come out. Limejuice set to work on removing the bullet from their stomach first; he was too busy barking orders and the others were too busy following them to talk about what they'd discovered about their crew mate. Saving them was priority one, and the rest could wait.

After a few harrowing hours, three blood-covered bullets were lying in a dish and ____ was fully sewn up. Their chest rose and fell slightly as the rest of the crew stared and waited for someone to say something.

Yasopp finally broke the silence.

"We should get him a change of clothes."

Benn nodded and grabbed the crumpled and bloodstained shirt that had been tossed to the floor during the chaos of the surgery. "I'll get them," he replied. "Cap, you should check on the rest of the crew."

"Do we tell 'em about him? Or…" Yasopp and the others glanced back at ____'s bare chest and waist.

Shanks shook his head. "Let's wait for ____ to wake up first and decide," he said firmly. "They kept this a secret for a reason, and I'm not betraying a crewmate's trust no matter what they've been keeping under wraps."

Benn and Shanks left the med bay without another word. Limejuice crossed his arms and sized ____ up, shaking his head slightly. "Y'know, it does explain a few things," he said slowly. "Always wanting to bathe alone. Never growing any kind of beard or stubble, even when we'd been out on the water for weeks."

"And never taking his shirt off, even on those days we'd be sailing past all those summer islands," Yasopp added. "I figured he was just hiding a scar or something he didn't want to talk about."

"Well, guess you were right after all," Limejuice replied glibly. "Still, it's not like we wouldn't have recruited 'em if they were a woman. Shanks knows that nakama's nakama, no matter what's between their legs."

The two of them felt a draft in the room, and goosebumps started to rise on their skin. ____ shivered in their sleep, and instantly their nipples hardened while the two pirates looked on. Yasopp awkwardly looked away and reached for a clean towel to cover their chest. Limejuice smirked and set to work cleaning his blood-covered tod and equipment.

"Maybe they didn't want to deal with us being too 'chivalrous' like you," he mused. "Might've been easier to be one of the guys than to be the only woman on the ship."

"Oh, c'mon," Yasopp protested. "I would've covered them up if they were a man too!"

Limejuice raised an eyebrow. "And if they were, would you still be hard, like you are now?"

Yasopp glanced down, and then back at Limejuice with a scowl. "I'm not hard," he snapped.

"But you did have to double check, didn't ya?"

"...fair enough."

#.one piece #.commission #.red hair pirates #.shanks #.myshit #fem darling

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silascody · 1 year

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tattoo masterpost.

‘aka fuck knows he has too many and this is gonna be hell to explain from a mun standpoint without a frame of reference i can link to’

‘why are we here’ – back of his right thigh.

die young + skull in a whiskey glass – front of his right forearm.

‘it’s all a blur’ – back of right arm, just above the elbow.

large snake – wrapping around his left forearm with the head finishing on his left hand.

1991 – on his abs just below his pecs, @jordanmitchell's birth year.

‘why not?’ – just below his right v-line.

a rose – beside the crease of his index finger and thumb of his left hand. commemorating his 2 week post prison bender with a woman called rose raleigh.

D-I-C-E – tattooed on his fingers from index to pinky on his left hand dice is the name he uses for dealing. loves to keep that ring finger bent to his palm so he’s throwing up a D-I-E, signature picture pose.

‘bulletproof’ – back of his right hand where it meets his wrist.

‘k’ – right wrist, matches the q tattoo @jordanmitchell has.

large geometric lion – on the inside of his right bicep for his dead brother jack who was a leo.

skull in a panama hat – left pec. previously hatless but he had the panama added as a tribute to his best friend jasper and their misadventures.

large cannabis leaf – front of his left knee.

large realistic red knife slash wound – on the left side of his chest, just below his heart. got it 17 when his mother told him the wrong son died to signify that she ripped his heart out.

503 – top of his left arm. oregon area code.

hands reaching out from the gates of hell – covering the entire back of his neck to the bottom of his hairline.

eye in the centre of a spider web – front of his right knee.

wall of text – near his right ribs. paragraphed collection of various texts @jordanmitchell sent him that he never wanted to lose pre-prison. only legible if he lets you close enough to read them.

large compass dripping down his spine with red watercolors – his says ‘no-one, nowhere’ in typescript where reference pic says wanderlust.

feather – right shoulder. he doesn’t remember much of his paternal grandmother but she always said falling features brought luck and that stuck with him.

LUCK in black lettering changed to FUCK! (F + ! in red lettering) – right pec. the red was done in the time that elapsed between his arrest and being sent to prison. he thought it was funny.

stick and poke knife tattoo – just above the scar on his right shoulder blade from where he was stabbed during his second year in prison. he wanted it to look like he was being stabbed again but his cellmate wasn’t very artistically inclined. he’s glad he doesn’t have to look at it much.

anarchist symbol on red brick wall – on his stomach.

dragon – covers most of his right hand.

‘strange boy’ – just above his left heel.

oscar the grouch – inside of his right thigh. got called trash once and said bet.

forked lightning strike – left ribs.

falling man – just below his left elbow.

born with horns – side of his right forearm. gets drunk and tells people it says born horny.

ak-47 – side of his right calf.

‘dead man walking’ – left shoulder blade.

skeleton giving two middle fingers – back of his left calf. he likes to be permanently flipping people off when wearing shorts.

1990 – just above his right foot.

skeleton climbing out of a coffin to do coke – back of his left thigh.

‘SMOKE WEED DRINK BEER STAY HIGH DON’T THINK’ in black lettering with D, I and E specifically in red – left hip.

a pair of lips – left collarbone. an impression of @jordanmitchell's

‘fuck off!’ – along the side of his right hand. flashes at people in the form of a salute when he’s too tired or high to actually say it.

#musings.#this is so long and extensive #and its still not exhaustive #wip while i figure out the rest / add what he gets in game / rip in general #KJSHGFSGHJSHH #but still. visual aid for the Vibes you know

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firespirited · 1 year

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well, the answer was to just let myself be sad. in between the pretty flowers and lovely dogs and cool finds.

There’s nothing you can do to convince someone to love you or even show basic humanity if they’ve decided not to, there’s no magic formula or heart changing speech and that’s tragic. and every now and then it’s going to hit me like a truck and... fair enough.

This is Gargouille, he’s nervous. he lives opposite a very anxious dog who’s pretty much lost it and spends the day yelling at things and running up and down. Every day, that as far as he’ll come. I’ve been greeting him and leaving treats for weeks, sometimes I’ll put Talia in my arms so they can see each other.

Today he took his treats, gently deposited it them on the floor (too boring) and wanted to sniff us instead. Progress! Talia wasn’t so sure but it was their first face to face meet.

I don’t have photos of big black girl dog that lives a few houses up from recently but I always announce I’m coming around the corner so she’s not surprised and she gets a treat too, she’s a gentle giant who’ll take it from your fingers like she could carry an egg in her mouth and not break it. Now that she doesn’t woof that big boom of a woomph in surprise, Talia isn’t so spooked.

Lily has recovered from her injury enough to do a 1500m walk which is my absolute limit too. I was worried about her as she communicates a lot less (she isn’t vocal at all anymore) but we’ve managed to establish yes/no for if she’s feeling ok, if she’s had enough and if she wants to be carried up or down stairs (”no” is standing completely still and looking away). She remains blissfully chill about other animals, obsessed with smelling things and eating rubbish. No fear of cars which means I can’t take my eyes off her for five seconds - I’ll be picking up her poo and she’s wandering into the middle of the road and fighting me when I try and reel her in. I love her to bits but she thinks she’s bulletproof.

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I need to change bags to be able to carry a small water bottle but mine lacks enough pockets so today’s find was great: a well-made pleather handbag that had reached it’s pleather decay date. I made space on the floor to keep all the flaking in one contained zone and removed the stainless steel hardware (heavy stuff!), cut out the solid lining and several zipped pockets (currently in the wash) which I’ll be sewing into my own thick denim and nylon strap bag.

I’ve also ordered a foldable cane, my left hip isn’t getting less painful despite the muscles being stronger. Abdominal exercises are postponed from May until June. If it’s still bad in June, I need to consult with the physio - these are lying down exercises where I hug myself to avoid using the shoulders but when the pain starts shooting, the shoulders and pecs kick in anyway. Progress is that I can briefly suck my belly in which I couldn’t do at all before. not nothing, not amazing when I really do need that part of my abdomen to start carrying it’s weight. With a foldable cane I won’t have to use it (and, well, the left shoulder - you see my problem?) most of the time, just when it gets bad enough that i’m limping/shuffling, it’s also for the social signal.

#saf #my_dogs #lily #talia #My dogs #Chihuahua #Ramblings #Long post

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silascodyarch · 1 year

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tattoo masterpost.

‘aka fuck knows he has too many and this is gonna be hell to explain from a mun standpoint without a frame of reference i can link to’

‘why are we here’ – back of his right thigh.

die young + skull in a whiskey glass – front of his right forearm.

‘it’s all a blur’ – back of right arm, just above the elbow.

large snake – wrapping around his left forearm with the head finishing on his left hand.

1991 – on his abs just below his pecks, @jamesmitchel birth year.

‘why not?’ – just below his right v-line.

a rose – beside the crease of his index finger and thumb of his left hand. commemorating his 2 week post prison bender with @chefraleigh.

‘bulletproof’ – back of his right hand where it meets his wrist.

‘k’ – right wrist, matches the q tattoo @jamesmitchel has.

large geometric lion – on the inside of his right bicep for his dead brother jack who was a leo.

skull in a panama hat – left pec. previously hatless but he had the panama added as a tribute to his best friend jasper and their misadventures.

large cannabis leaf – front of his left knee.

large realistic red knife slash wound – on the left side of his chest, just below his heart. got it 17 when his mother told him the wrong son died to signify that she ripped his heart out.

503 – top of his left arm. oregon area code.

hands reaching out from the gates of hell – covering the entire back of his neck to the bottom of his hairline.

eye in the centre of a spider web – front of his right knee.

wall of text – near his right ribs. paragraphed collection of various texts @jamesmitchel sent him that he never wanted to lose pre-prison. only legible if he lets you close enough to read them.

large compass dripping down his spine with red watercolors – his says ‘no-one, nowhere’ in typescript where reference pic says wanderlust.

feather – right shoulder. he doesn’t remember much of his paternal grandmother but she always said falling features brought luck and that stuck with him.

LUCK in black lettering changed to FUCK! (F + ! in red lettering) – right pec. the red was done in the time that elapsed between his arrest and being sent to prison. he thought it was funny.

anarchist symbol on red brick wall – on his stomach.

dragon – covers most of his right hand.

‘strange boy’ – just above his left heel.

oscar the grouch – inside of his right thigh. got called trash once and said bet.

forked lightning strike – left ribs.

falling man – just below his left elbow.

born with horns – side of his right forearm. gets drunk and tells people it says born horny.

ak-47 – side of his right calf.

‘dead man walking’ – left shoulder blade.

skeleton giving two middle fingers – back of his left calf. he likes to be permanently flipping people off when wearing shorts.

1990 – just above his right foot.

skeleton climbing out of a coffin to do coke – back of his left thigh.

‘SMOKE WEED DRINK BEER STAY HIGH DON’T THINK’ in black lettering with D, I and E specifically in red – left hip.

a pair of lips – left collarbone. an impression of @jamesmitchel

‘fuck off!’ – along the side of his right hand. flashes at people in the form of a salute when he’s too tired or high to actually say it.

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supermen-with-black-hair · 10 months

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People are always asking me why I’m called “Korean Hercules“…

Maybe it’s because I’m Korean.

ஈ யொங்சங்/௨௩.௦௬.௨௭

#이용승 #헤라클레스 #asian muscle worship #massive pecs #herculean mass #massive masculinity #power men #bulletproof pecs #korean muscle worship #male perfection #hercules mode

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silascodys · 2 years

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tattoo masterpost.

‘aka fuck knows he has too many and this is gonna be hell to explain from a mun standpoint without a frame of reference i can link to’

‘why are we here’ -- back of his right thigh.

die young + skull in a whiskey glass -- front of his right forearm.

‘it’s all a blur’ -- back of right arm, just above the elbow.

large snake -- wrapping around his left forearm with the head finishing on his left hand.

1991 -- on his abs just below his pecks, @jordanmitchell’s birth year.

‘why not?’ -- just below his right v-line.

a rose -- beside the crease of his index finger and thumb of his left hand. commemorating his 2 week post prison bender with @raleighrose

D-I-C-E -- tattooed on his fingers from index to pinky on his left hand dice is the name he uses for dealing. loves to keep that ring finger bent to his palm so he's throwing up a D-I-E, signature picture pose.

‘bulletproof’ -- back of his right hand where it meets his wrist.

‘k’ -- right wrist, matches the q tattoo @jordanmitchell has.

large geometric lion -- on the inside of his right bicep for his dead brother jack who was a leo.

skull in a panama hat -- left pec. previously hatless but he had the panama added as a tribute to @jjaspr and their misadventures.

large cannabis leaf -- front of his left knee.

large realistic red knife slash wound -- on the left side of his chest, just below his heart. got it 17 when his mother told him the wrong son died to signify that she ripped his heart out.

503 -- top of his left arm. oregon area code.

hands reaching out from the gates of hell -- covering the entire back of his neck to the bottom of his hairline.

eye in the centre of a spider web -- front of his right knee.

wall of text -- near his right ribs. paragraphed collection of various texts @jordanmitchell sent him that he never wanted to lose pre-prison. only legible if he lets you close enough to read them.

large compass dripping down his spine with red watercolors -- his says ‘no-one, nowhere’ in typescript where reference pic says wanderlust.

feather -- right shoulder. he doesn’t remember much of his paternal grandmother but she always said falling features brought luck and that stuck with him.

LUCK in black lettering changed to FUCK! (F + ! in red lettering) -- right pec. the red was done in the time that elapsed between his arrest and being sent to prison. he thought it was funny.

stick and poke knife tattoo -- just above the scar on his right shoulder blade from where he was stabbed during his second year in prison. he wanted it to look like he was being stabbed again but his cellmate wasn’t very artistically inclined. he’s glad he doesn’t have to look at it much.

anarchist symbol on red brick wall -- on his stomach.

dragon -- covers most of his right hand.

‘strange boy’ -- just above his left heel.

oscar the grouch -- inside of his right thigh. got called trash once and said bet.

forked lightning strike -- left ribs.

falling man -- just below his left elbow.

born with horns -- side of his right forearm. gets drunk and tells people it says born horny.

ak-47 -- side of his right calf.

‘dead man walking’ -- left shoulder blade.

skeleton giving two middle fingers -- back of his left calf. he likes to be permanently flipping people off when wearing shorts.

1990 -- just above his right foot.

skeleton climbing out of a coffin to do coke -- back of his left thigh.

‘SMOKE WEED DRINK BEER STAY HIGH DON’T THINK’ in black lettering with D, I and E specifically in red -- left hip.

a pair of lips -- left collarbone. an impression of @jordanmitchell’s.

‘fuck off!’ -- along the side of his right hand. flashes at people in the form of a salute when he’s too tired or high to actually say it.

#musings.#this is so long and extensive #and its still not exhaustive #wip while i figure out the rest / add what he gets in game HGSSHJKS #but still!!!!! for anyone curious #long post cw

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specs-tacularmen · 12 days

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Hey, you caught me eating…

I eat because it makes my mind feel good.

I touch my muscles to give myself a nice tingly feeling in the cock area.

Yeah, right there. Mmmmhmm.

And I flex because it gives you a tingly feeling in your cock.

Damn, I’m good!!

সান্দিপ রাজ্বান্শী। ২৪০৪১৩

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back-is-beautiful · 2 years

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“Stop by for the best damn stripshow in India!”

언빝 셰티 211206

#anvith shetty #power men #desi muscle worship #bulletproof pecs #massive pecs #indian superhero #muscle worship

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painted-piggy-ships-archive · 3 years

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me @ my male f/os: you have some very nice tid. would be a “shame” if somebody used it as a pillow.

#💣Bulletproof Boys💣#😈Sympathy for My Devil😈#sggshhss #ok to rb #clownie talks #ask to tag #'you mean pecs-' I SAID TIDDIES.#shsggss #self shipping #self shipping community #🦇🃏Batjokes + 1➕1️⃣

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magicalsalamander · 5 years

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At Your Service for Yoongi and OC/// Can you guys imagine the little Doberman pups running around?!?!?!?! 🥺😩😩😩🥺🥺

Yoongi stood behind Y/n taking the glass from her and placing it on the shelf. Y/n grumbled, "Yoongi, I could've reached."

He smirked, "I know, but I just had the urge to reach."

She turned around and jabbed him in the ribs. He oofed and laughed as she continued to poke him until he surrendered in a bubbling laugh. Trapping her arms to her he hugged her in a tight embrace. He pecked her forehead until she calmed down as she pretended to struggle in his embrace.

The question came from the curious.

A knocking sound sounded and ticked fast like the second hand on the clock. Y/n realized that it was his tail as she peeked over her shoulder. Unable to contain her laughter, “Do you like the idea Yoongi?”

A harsh blush filled his cheeks, “I do”

Y/n smiled, “Hav-have you thought about it before?”

With his tail wagging still, he caressed her cheek. “With you, I want as many children as we can have.”

Y/n chuckled, “Me too.”

He leaned in kissing the cheek he was caressing, suddenly, it all felt perfect. He didn’t need the planning, there was no need to be over the top about anything. It was always simple between the both of them. There was nothing traditional about them.

He suddenly let go with a squeeze to her hand “Wait here.”

Y/n nodded, a twist to her face, but she waited none the less. In the front room, he ran over and searched through the boxes. He pulled the item out, his hands slightly sweaty, but he clutched onto the small, black box in his hand. He walked back to the kitchen staring down at his hands. The crickets outside were the only thing he could hear, the nearly empty house was silent.

He came to stand before Y/n. There was a beat of silence.

“Yoongi? Is everything alright?”

He gulped, although he knew how he felt. How they felt. “Y/n,” licking his lips, his hands brushed over the crushed velvet of the box one last time. He stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans. “Y/n, we’re a family, it’s small with just you and me, but it’s family. But I want to add to that family. It’s something I’ve always wanted.” Licking his lips, “I’ve never told you the full story, but before Grandpa adopted me, I worked as a police hybrid.”

She was nervous standing there watching Yoongi fidget. This has always been a touchy topic for him. She’s never expected him to discuss his past, it was always up to him to open up. With full attention, she listened.

“I worked since I was a pup. I was ripped from my mom the day I was born, who I never met but was promised to if I was good. It never happened no matter how good I was. I was trained from the day I was born to be a police dog.” He spat the word dog. There was so much hatred in the word itself. “By the time I was three I was finding murder weapons. When I was ten I was sniffing for drugs and busting trap houses. At fifteen I was fighting murders, drug dealers, and the scum of the earth. I was so good, I was the best boy that I became part of S.W.A.T..”

Y/n reached out catching a stray teardrop that fell. It broke Yoongi from his stupor as he reached up feeling his tears for himself. He sniffed and clutched her hand holding it tight.

“It’s okay Yoongi, you don’t have to talk about it if it hurts too much.”

He shook his head, “No, I want to.”

Y/n nodded letting him continue.

“One night on a run, I was sent first before the officers. I wasn’t afraid, I’ve done it a million times. I was so good at it, I was so quiet and fast. It should’ve been an easy run. I had my gear on. I was wearing my bulletproof vest and that’s all I needed. The guy we were taking down was a serial killer who hurt children. Well, I snuck into this abandoned house that was his hideout. It was so quiet and dark. I could sense it before I went in, something was wrong, but I ignore it. I did it a million times, so it was nothing new. He came out of nowhere and attacked me swinging an ax. This guy was strong, but I was strong too. I fought him for a good while. I put up a good fight. He cut my vest a few times and it wasn’t covering me completely anymore. At some point, he lost his ax somewhere in a wall, but I didn’t see what else he had.”

He stepped back and pulled off his shirt making Y/n gulp regardless of how many times she’s seen him naked. He let his shirt drop. He grabbed her hand and put it to his chest and ran it over his pecs. There was a dent with the width the size of a bullet in his chest right above his heart. Y/n looked up to him already formulating the rest of the story. “He shot you.”

He nodded. Y/n felt over it again. How had she not noticed it before, the skin was shiny too evident of scar tissue. “How did I not notice.”

He smiled shivering a bit at her gentle touch, “Hybrids heal fast.” He could see the rapid questions forming in her mind. “The guy found a weak spot in the vest and aimed for it. He had been strategically hitting me and I didn’t even notice. I was young and naive. Obviously, I lived, but I wasn’t good enough anymore. The institution and people I had known my whole life left me. They sent me to a shelter under the pretense of being retired. My papers said I was just too lazy and a bad dog. I felt broken and lost. I had nothing after. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I was in the shelter for a few years before your Grandpa came.”

Yoongi smiled, “Your Grandpa was so confident and nice, but I didn't know how to react. He was nothing but nice to me. Then...you, you came along.”

He stepped back, “You, you were and still are so beautiful. I couldn’t breathe when I first met you. I was afraid though, I didn’t know how to get close to you without feeling like I was going to break again. I tried to push you away, but you always kept coming back. I couldn’t help but bend over backward for you. I found a family in you. I’ve found a way to heal and you’ve shown me love. Nothing but love. And, I love you, I love you with my whole being. I want to keep loving you for the rest of my life.”

Y/n eyes bulged as Yoongi pulled the box out of his pocket and took a knee. Y/n gasped as Yoongi opened the little box. A simple ring sat on a plush pillow, “Y/n, will you marry me?”

Tears were flowing down Y/n’s face. It was quiet for a moment as tears kept flowing down her face. She brought her hands up to her face covering her teary eyes. Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock as he stood up and embraced her. “Why are you crying?”

Y/n wrapped her arms tight around his bare waist, unable to find her voice for a moment. “Yes.”

He squeezed her tight and lifted her up twirling her around laughing in glee. He pulled her face from his chest, happy tears streaking down her face. He laughed and kissed away the tears before finding her lips in a longing kiss. Against her lips, he whispered, “I love you.”

She connected her lips to his in a lasting kiss, “I love you too.”

He pulled away and slipped on the ring to her finger. They both stilled staring at her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the ring. “Forever and always.”

#At your service #ask my muse #bts #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts scenarios #bts hybrid au

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