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Davrin warm up!!!!! gonna draw him more often so i needed to just get a feel of how to draw his face
#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#veilguard#davrin#dragon age fanart#datv#dragon age veilguard#davrin fanart#he is so fine#what a man#whatever you say beautiful
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i'm absolutely losing my mind!
#jeong yunho#ateez#ateezedit#atzsource#kpopccc#ateezlovenet#yunho#ateezgif#ateez gifs#ateez yunho#lunanuggets#heyfio#forbelleseyes#majatual#cheytermelon#jonghomies#blueberryshay#1k#HE IS SO FINE#I CANT TAKE IT ASDFGHJKLASDFG#HELP
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…
so...
there’s this set of pixels…
#spiderman#into the spider verse#across the spiderverse#spiderman astv#spiderverse#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099#he is so fine#if so angry…why so sexy#my doodled doodle
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(⊙﹏⊙) 💕 oh my.....
#luigi mangione#he is so beautiful#he is so fine#omg#uhc shooter#uhc assassin#uhc ceo#fuck uhc#free luigi#tccblr
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OKAY! MATT I WILL GET RIGHT TO IT
#head#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#he is so fine#sturniolo fanfic#im soaked#need him#matt sturniolo#need him in me#smut#sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo#chris sturniolo#twitch streamer#twitch
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WOOYOUNG ; Ateez 'The Seasons: Rainbow of Lee Young Ji'
#he is so fine#ateez#wooyoung#jung wooyoung#ateezsource#*#*gifs#atz#i like this hair on him so much#dec24
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GLEN POWELL for BRIONI:"The Suit".
#gifs#gifset#fypage#tumblr fyp#my gifs#glen powell#black and white#the man that you are#my god#he is so fine
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always and forever. 🫀🫀
#drew starkey#joseph starkey#joseph andrew starkey#rafe cameron#rafe mf cameron#rafe obx#my man <3#outer banks#my man my man my man#outerbanks rafe#he is the loml#my husband#hes so babygirl#he's so hot#i need him#he is so fine#i love him#god he’s so hot#god he looks so good#on my knees#i need him so bad
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As a warm up and as a late birthday art, I made this of Jamil ^^
#He is so fine#I like his design a lot#and the character too#but for some reason I haven't drawn him much yet#Shroud and Leech brothers have kidnapped me#jamil#viper#twisted wonderland#twst#fanart#sketch
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i need him
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The Star of Godley
#myart#fanart#witch hat atelier#tongari boushi no atelier#witch hat fanart#olruggio#IM GONNA SCREAM#ANIME NEWS TOMORROW#PLEASE GOD#if the anime premier date is in fact announced tomorrow I will draw orufrey making out I swear to god#anyways#he is so fine#Also it’s my right as a qifrey girl to be head over heels for olruggio
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I think my favourite detail about all of this is how filthy everyone is, meanwhile Lucifer is just standing there flawless as ever.
Like, my man doesn’t have a spot on him! (And he took off his jacket too?!?! AS IF I COULDN’T LOVE THIS BITCH ANY MORE?! HE IS SO FINE I STG HELP ME!!)
#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel finale#hazbin spoilers#kinda#jacketless luci?!#he is so fine#cutie but hot
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Yunho ✧ GOLDEN HOUR Part.2 JACKET Making Film
#jeong yunho#ateez#ateezedit#atzsource#kpopccc#ateezlovenet#yunho#ateezgif#ateez gifs#ateez yunho#lunanuggets#heyfio#cheytermelon#majatual#blueberryshay#forbelleseyes#jonghomies#HE IS SO FINE#SEND HELP#PLEASEEEE
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Tough As Nails—Cowboy Like Me
thinking about cowboy!simon riley… | part four |
<- previous
The beginning of August usually brings the peak of summer warmth, but unfortunately for you, it seems the end of July supplied the real heat—just not in the ways you had expected.
Even all of two weeks after your encounter with Sam, you seethed. Harsh anger and heat spread through your being, boding for a tiny little catalyst to ignite your flame. And you weren't the only one feeling the feverish heat.
To say that Simon was angry would be a gross understatement. A storm has been brewing inside him ever since he pulled up to that shitty dive-bar, seeing you sitting on the dirty curb, smudged mascara dripping down your plump cheek, tainting your beautiful face, eyes blood-shot and swollen. Your voice strained and cracked as you said his name, questioning if it was really him.
The real nail on the coffin was what you had confessed to him in his truck. Sam had insinuated you were a slut. Simon's muscles tightened, and his jaw clenched every time he remembered what that deprived asshole told you. The only reason he didn't flip the truck around and speed back to that dive-bar, grab Sam's sorry-ass out of the seat he sit in, and slam him into the wall, was because you had pleaded he didn't.
He was gracious to you by respecting your wishes, but this ordeal festered in him too much to leave it untouched. Simon was a God-damn machine with no impulse control. A loose-canon. And this canon was ready to blow right through that city-slicking prick's front-fucking-door.
Which was preciously what he did.
Simon threw himself inside his truck at about eleven at night, a Manila folder tucked gently away in his jacket, not even bothering to strap on his safety belt as he drove to that bastard's house. Simon hoped, prayed, that Sam was asleep so that he could be the one to jerk him out of his peaceful slumber and make him wonder if he was in a nightmare.
He halted as his truck brushed against the curb in front of his house, turning off his engine and stepping out of the truck. He scoffed as he took in the sight of the house. It was huge, no, enormous. Creamy, muted blue paint coated the paneled front and sides of the house, and a classic picket white fence encased the backyard.
Two white Range Rovers and a white Porche sat in the driveway, along with two golf carts sequestered to the right side of the house. Simon noticed the Porsche's shit parking job and dirt-covered windows and noted it was Sam's car, just for future reference.
After his observations, he casually strolled up to the front door, pressing a little bell encased in a palm leaf cover. It didn't take long for Simon to hear the soft pad of feet descending down what he assumed was a staircase.
The door swung open to reveal a disheveled Sam; clearly, he was asleep. Simon smiled internally. Sam's eyes looked like saucers when he realized it was Simon. His face paled like he had seen a ghost or something.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sam spit, perplexed at Simon's presence.
"Came to chat," Simon says cooly. "Preferably outside."
"Fuck no." Sam gnarls. "You need to leave my property."
"Ah." Simon tuts as he reaches into his jacket to grab the nicely tucked-away Manila folder. He carefully opens it and reads the first couple of lines.
"Ryan Jennings worked for Capitol Guild Investment Firm before it was found he had embezzled a million—"
"Hey, hey. Where the hell did you get that?" Sam quickly supplied, stepping away from the door to try and snatch the folder from Simon's grasp. Simon jerked away from him, holding his finger up as he continued reading.
"—dollars from the firm's clientele, though no legal action was taken, Jennings was to return all assets, estimating one million dollars, and issue his resignation promptly." Simon neatly closed the folder, eyeing Sam.
"So, as I said," Simon began. "Let's talk outside." Sam sighed deeply before turning to close the door gently.
"I have my resources." Simon casually says, stepping into the grass on the front lawn, with Sam following suit.
"So, what, what do you want? Money?" Sam timidly asks, running his hands through his hair.
Simon lets out a gruff laugh. "Money? You think I want money?"
"You don't?" Sam questions, unable to believe a man like Simon could be doing this for more than monetary gain.
"You don't talk to her. Ever." Simon roughly says as a sly smirk spreads across Sam's face.
"Is it that good?" Sam smugly asks, placing his hands in his sweatpants pockets.
"The fuck you talkin' about?" Simon cocks his head, narrowing his eyes at Sam.
Sam shrugs. "Her pussy."
Without warning, Simon lunged forward, his fist aiming straight at Sam's jaw. An immediate stinging pain spread that radiated through his face and head, making him falter back. Blood seeped out of his mouth, and a faint ringing noise could be heard in his ear. But, he quickly gained momentum, his own fist coiling like a spring.
He unexpectedly connected his punch to Simon's face head-on with a swift, decisive motion. Busting his bottom lip, with blood seeping down his chin and jaw. Simon quickly spit out some extra blood onto the grass before grabbing Sam by his shirt.
"I know guys like you." Simon roughly says, his own blood and spit spurting onto Sam's face. "Pretentious little bastards who only think about themselves."
He gripped his shirt tighter, making him slightly hover above the grass. "I bet you'd blow yourself if you could." He grits out, forcefully throwing him onto the ground.
"Stay the fuck away from her." Simon wipes his lips with the back of his hand as he turns to go to his truck.
"You know I'm not like that anymore," Sam speaks, making Simon roll his eyes. Simon turns to face Sam, who is still on the ground.
"You can change your name. Run from the city with your tail between your legs, but nothin' can change the greedy fuckin' animal you are."
With that, Simon turned away and went straight for his truck, leaving Sam to sulk with the ants.
On the drive back to the ranch, Simon regretted not doing more to Sam, but Sam had a worse punishment than Simon releasing his venom on him: living the rest of his life as a nobody with his legacy cloaked in disgrace.
Simon pulled up in front of his house, hissing as the cold air brushed against his busted lip, as he stepped out of his truck. He pulled open his front door to meet you sitting on the couch in the living room.
"You haven't been answering your phone." You somberly say from your position on the couch, not noticing his busted lip and bruised face because it was dim where he stood.
"I know." He ducked his head, not moving closer to you, not wanting you to see him so clearly in the light.
"Come here." You pat the cushion next to you, tilting your head as he turns to go to the kitchen instead. You stand, following him to the kitchen, observing him as he fills a glass full of water at the sink, his back to you.
"You should be asleep," He gruffly says, taking a sip of the water, swirling it in his mouth to remove some of the coppery taste, and spitting it into the sink.
"Don't change the subject." You scowl, moving closer to him, bringing your hand to touch his own gently.
"Why won't you look at me?" He takes another sip of water, this time swallowing it.
"Cowboy?" You softly urge, your fingers gently brushing his forearm. He takes a deep sigh, though his lip quirks at your nickname.
"Please look at me." There is a pleading note in your voice. He takes a longer sip of the water, swallowing, before slowly turning to face you. Your eyes widen as you observe the purple bruises covering various parts of his face, his busted lips caked in dry blood, and the blood dripping down his chin and jaw pooling onto his shirt.
"What happened?" You quietly question, raising your hand to brush your fingers along his lip delicately.
"Ah, just some shit." He vaguely says. You narrow your eyes at him, but you see it in his eyes. He was tired. Worn-out. It could wait until tomorrow, you thought.
"Okay. I won't push tonight, but tomorrow, we will talk about it." You affirm, giving his arm a soft squeeze. He nods as you grab his hand, lacing your fingers and dragging him into the bathroom.
"In the meantime, let's get you cleaned up."
You made him sit on the toilet seat as you reached under the sink to grab an emergency kit. You opened the kit and grabbed some alcohol and some gauze.
"Si, you need stitches." You say, observing a muscle of his lip sticking out.
"You can do it." He assures, looking up at you.
"Last time I checked, I don't have a medical degree." You laugh out.
"It's easy. Just need some dental floss and a needle." He reaches into the kit and grabs a needle, bending it into an arc, and a pack of dental floss. "Learned it in the military."
"You were in the military?" You question washing your hands before taking the needle and cleaning it with some alcohol to sterilize it.
"Course I was." You smiled down at him as you wiped his lip with some alcohol.
"How long?" You ask, throwing away the cotton pad.
"Long time." He vaguely answers with a slight smile.
"You're always so vague." You roll your eyes as you step between his legs, bringing your hand up to grip under his chin, tilting it up slightly. He brought his hands to rest on the sides of your thighs, lightly massaging the fat.
You hold the sides of his lips together, carefully suturing the skin back together. You had no idea what you were doing, but Simon didn't say anything, so you assumed you were doing alright.
Simon flinched as the needle pierced his skin, coming in and out of his lip. His eyes fell shut as you worked, occasionally twitching, his hands still kneading your thighs.
Once you finished, you cleaned up the area, put away the kit, and threw away the needle.
"Forgot somethin.'" Simon huffed, still sitting on the toilet seat. You raised your brow, giving him a curious look.
"What?" You question, leaning against the counter facing him, your hands on your hips.
He pressed his pointer fingers to his lip, slightly puckering them. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you let out a laugh, walking over to him and pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"I could use some more." His lips form a smirk, just beckoning you.
"Ya, I bet you could."
a/n: idk why i include an authors note bc i literally don’t say anything interesting
reblogs & comments are encouraged!
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They really gave us 20 straight minutes of some of the best lightsaber combat we’ve ever seen and it turned out to be one long thirst trap for Manny Jacinto!?!?! Am I paying for premium?
#the acolyte#loving this show#Star Wars#manny jacinto#qimir#qimir the acolyte#fucking robitussim#he is so fine#I’m feral over this episode#best one so far#disney#mei#osha#sol#master sol#jecki the acolyte#yord the acolyte#rip
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MATTHEW. the way he said “fucking bitches” has me going feral
#he’s so real for that tho#fuck bitches get money#sturniolo#he is so fine#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo fanfic#im soaked#need him#matt sturniolo#need him in me#smut#sturniolo smut#matt stuniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo
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