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Too Sexy For His Shirt
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Really, Mr Capaldi, how very dare you look so sexy! Especially the second one - it feels like you’re looking right into my soul!
(Photographer unknown.)
#Peter Capaldi#How Very Dare You?#Sir What is your face?#Too Sexy for his Shirt#That red scarf though!
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@pscentral event 21: growth
↳ from "Love is the last thing I desire." to "I love you. I've loved you from the moment we raced each other in that park. I've loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we've been together, and every time we've been apart."
#bridgerton#anthony bridgerton#bridgertonedit#dailyflicks#cinematv#televisongifs#userbbelcher#chewieblog#cinemapix#userkareena#tvedit#useroptional#mediagifs#*#being too sexy for his shirt is an emotion#in fact all those are emotions#don't question it
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Liking Star Trek TOS is just slowly developing a crush on every member of the bridge crew, I don’t make the rules I just follow the law!
Like why am I LUSTING after this silly fucking guy rn???? It’s just what happens!
#Like why am I being suducted by him?!?!?!#this is the reason why new trek and aos is so jarring for TOS enjoyers#everyone is too conventionally attractive#whe what we want is the rizzless 60s swag#Like new Spock? So hot and sexy and I love that for your legacy king#and I can live with you hot Spock because he’s supposed to be early in his career and shit#but when Ethan Peck takes his shirt off (and he’s fine af and he should be proud) the magic is GONE!#it’s cause he’s so smooth#like why am I looking at a smooth Spock?#the tiddies are biblically accurate but the hair was the FLAVOR#So I’m glad new Scotty seems like a silly guy and I wish him well on his journey#montgomery scott#Scotty#star trek#star trek tos#autumn trek posting
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Okay but imagine if it was incel nii-chan or uncle (i haven't gotten over that one yet) gojo. How worse would he be 😭
I genuinely genuinely had to hold off on immediately turning it into cest when I gOt thAT ASK KFNFJFJJFJF but since you’re giving me a platform!!
Absolutely!!! Satoru nii as an incel would work soooo well brrrbbrrrrrrrr he’s just like a nasty guy, he’s mean, he’s impatient— and worst of all he thinks you owe him the right of snuggling up on you even tho he’s sweaty and gross and stinks and kissing up on you n shit
Also he doesn’t like women all that much bc he wants them to immediately jump on him even when he’s not willing to put in the least bit of effort. He’s just forced to be around you, that’s the only reason why you even talk to him :/ and he has to go and make stupid shit comments about your body and if you don’t get a boyfriend soon half your eggs will already be dead and you should really just,,, settle already
Preferably with him
Only with him
#uncle gojo would never be an incel#he’s too admirable sexy smart and charismatic#though I’d still love to see it and experience it#yes yes#incel toru nii is great tho Hed piss me off so much#sticking his hands under your shirt to fondle you n shit#cold sticky hands from jerking it liTERALLY NASTY GO WASH#tw.noncon#tw.incest#honey mail
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AN APPRORIATE STARING DISTANCE
While at the beach, you take a moment to appreciate your handsome boyfriend while he's taking a nap—and also when he's not.
— word count: 1.2k
— pairing: [modern] clarence clayden x little painter/you
— tags: romantic fluff, established relationship, takes place during azure island phase 1 [no spoilers for the event stories tho]
— notes: absolutely wild that my first time writing for clarence happens to be modern ver, not archmage!! anyways, this is the screenshot you can blame for this silly lil fic's existence.
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NAVY BLUE STICKS OUT TO you the moment you open your eyes.
Your aching shoulder protests your decision to stay as you are, on your side, facing a still sleeping Clarence. Like this, he looks much younger—you're reminded of the time you had to force him to take a nap. Like this, he's simply the cute guy you managed to score not one but multiple dates with, just Clarence, instead of the incredibly smart and wonderful and kind Student Council President.
You glance at the circular table set between your two beach chairs, taking note of his glasses resting primly upon its surface. With him often having to juggle two different kinds of glasses, you'd offered to put them in your bag so that he could pack lighter. Or, as light as he can.
Right now, it's awkwardly squished behind you, miraculously still on the chair only because it's too big to fall out the gap under the armrest.
Filling in the blanks comes as easily to you as the smile on your face when you get to see your boyfriend, nearly the same one on your face right now—and the expression that goes with it is so endlessly fond that you find yourself with the urge to hit something.
Simply put, your boyfriend is a handsome man—the most handsome one, of all the men your keen eyes have gazed upon. And gazed, they certainly have. But even if they didn't have to pick, then they would gaze at only Clarence for the rest of their life..
You almost giggle at the thought, but think against it at the last minute.
But pressing your lips firmly into a thin line has the opposite effect on your budding smile. You imagine you look rather strange to anyone who passes by—what with your mockery of a wide smile and the silent scream building up in your throat, paired with the quiet thumping of your feet against the legrest.
If you were in a more private space, you would resort to kicking instead.
A proper squish to your still warm cheeks as you begin to sit up helps ease up the passion swirling chaotically across your body. You exhale, then allow your hands to slide off your face. One side of it bears the consequences of your actions more than the other.
With a one last longing at the sleeping Clarence, you start to dig through your bag for the only thing in your arsenal that could substitute for a sketchbook.
There are a few miscellaneous promotion emails waiting for you on the lockscreen. A message from Cael asking about dinner tomorrow too. Somewhere between them, there's a notice about the weather, with the temperature from an almost hour ago listed uselessly.
You swipe past them all and hurriedly slip into the camera app.
The hand holding your phone steadies itself against the armrest as you swing your legs over the edge of your chair. A thumb hovers over the capture button, vigilantly awaiting your command. The fingers of your other hand, meanwhile, busy themselves with zooming in on the captivating scenery.
With each pinch, the focus grows ever narrow—until all that remains is Clarence and nothing else.
At one point, you try to zoom into the mole under his eye, but it doesn't make for a very compelling photo. After a few attempts, quite a few of which involve staring at your screen for prolonged periods of time, you reluctantly give up.
Your pout is soon covered up by your phone. When its front camera presses against your upper lip, your gaze is free to wander back to the sleeping beauty beside you once more.
A healing effect, exclusive to him, takes hold of you instantaneously.
Eyes brimming with fondness narrow slightly. You slide off your beach chair, hands on your bent knees as you take a closer look. You can make out the shadows cast by his long lashes and the drool dribbling past his chin.
He's perfect.
You're content to stay there until your knees begin to ache, reminding you insistently that this isn't a very comfortable position to be in. As a compromise of some kind, you adjust your arms atop the nearby armrest.
It really would be better if you'd brought your sketchbook along—but, you think, remembering his workaholic tendencies, would he even bother to take a nap then?
You scrunch your nose up at the thought.
In that moment, Clarence seems sense to your presence. When you look back at him, you're greeted with the sight of confusion in his now opened, but still drowsy gaze. He blinks, and it earns him an amused grin from you.
"Morning," you say, though it's well into afternoon.
That seems to wake him up. His cheeks flush a warm pink, and he hurriedly wipes away the drool on his face, as though you haven't already committed the sight to your memory.
Clearing his throat, he responds in kind, careful to sit up in such a way that he avoids looking at you.
"You don't have to be so close...I can see you just fine."
You laugh, not unkindly. "What if I'm the one who's having trouble?"
For a moment, when he turns back to look at you, he looks alarmed. Then, his shoulders relax to the tune of a sigh, his groggy mind apparently having caught onto the fact that you were joking.
Without breaking eye contact, you reach for his glasses. But as with the issue of walking into a cave without a flashlight, even if you vaguely recall where your destination is, there's no guarantee you'll actually reach it.
"Give me a second," you mutter, your annoyance making your tone a bit too sharp.
You follow your words up with an apology. His glasses held are carefully by the frames as your sheepish gaze connects with his faintly amused one. Clarence reaches out, getting as far as grasping the slanted tips of the frame before the two of you reach a mutual agreement.
"Well." His cheeks return to being a rosy hue. He coughs politely. "If you would."
Cute. Biting your lip giddily, you shake his grip off. A quick once-over of your surroundings before you stand up shows that no one seems to be paying attention to you. And unless your friends and acquaintences have come to together to unlock the secrets of invisibility, no one you know seems to be present either.
Leaning over, you line his glasses up against his face, the tips of his frame brushing against his cheek. It takes only a moment to slot them into place—and you have enough experience with doing so that they don't snag against his ears.
It takes only a moment longer to give him an innocent peck on the lips.
"There," you murmur, not entirely satisfied with the kiss.
His Adam's apple bobs. Clarence adjusts his glasses with an awkward look that suggests he has some kind of solution to your dilemma. You, of course, beat him to the punch.
"Why—" Your voice cracks a little. "—don't we go find a different spot?"
He smiles, narrowed eyes watching you fondly. "I was about to suggest the same thing."
#fics by aya#lovebrush chronicles#lovebrush chronicles x reader#for all time#for all time x reader#clarence clayden#clarence clayden x reader#lbc clarence#lbc clarence x reader#lovebrush clarence#lovebrush clarence x reader#rambles from here on (slight spoilers for azure island cgs/mentions of cn cards) ->#so. um THE CGS?? from the event?? very specifically clarence's??#um that killed me actually i'm learning stuff about myself i didn't know before like#idk actually because i've been telling myself glasses are sexy but it took an anime boy being flirted with for me to realize that yes??#but yeah i am THIS close to going blue particularly because i've been staring at his cards too long and there is one specific like#artstyle? that makes him look really hot but like you could almost mistake him for a bad boy. and yes i do mean clarence#he has glasses so it's not. the one where he'd actually approach being a bad boy (the prison?? one??)#according to cn wiki it's supposed to come like feb but the schedule fast so idk#actually looking at it again and it might be how he parts his hair?? anyway clarence in a black t-shirt and dogtag(?) necklace sounds#like he would actually kill me. not because he's actually threatening but because i spontaneously combust whether he smiles or glares at me#also i just realized it's just like his unstyled hair so again having a thing for guys who like minimally style their short hair apparently#also i've figured out which card it is holy shit clarence
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#It's always about his back#If I stepped into the room and found him like that he'd be in so much trouble#He's so sexy. Mr Fleck stop being so sexy#It's always about this suit too :/ Arthur in this Pogos suit is such a gift isn't he#What a handsome man#And those curls... Damn#I would take so many pics of him#Then the troubles for him start eheheh he can't run away for too long..... :•)#What I wouldn't do to him#ANYWAYS#I can't yearn on the tags#Can I?#i'm drooling#My edit#Arthur Fleck#His ear poking out of his curls looks so cute btw#And the hem of his shirt poking out of his vest from behind makes me a little feral I've to admit#I guess if you need inspiration to write a smut this pic is a huge provider#This is one of the hottest scenes for me#This Pogos suit combines with slicked back hair and his handsome face is too much#Okay I'm done#I've to be done#I've no self control when it comes to the rehearsal scene#or this red suit#or Arthur in general eheh#There are so many stories you could write about this picture and someday I will#I love to fantasize about what's happening behind this photo
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Saw this post by @moorishflower on twitter and had to draw it lol
#moorishflower#dreamling#hob gadling#the sandman#dream of the endless#robert gadling#centennial boyfriends#centennial husbands#dream fangirling over hob is my new favorite thing#hobs too sexy for his shirt
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Roger at the RDR discussion panel at Comic Con Northern Ireland 2023
#roger clark#rdr2#comic con northern ireland#The first pic is just too fvcking sexy like‚ he doesn't even have to take off his shirt 🥵#but of course that would help a fvckton#Comic Con panels
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AND THATS MY MF HUSBANDDDDDDDD LIKE ARE YOU JOKING HES HIMMMMMMMM
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk spoilers#jjk 226#gojo satoru#i’m going to lose it he’s so sexy#i knew it i knew it i knew it#he’s too good to be gone just like that#im screaming im literally screaming#GET HIS SHIRT OFF GEGE#sukuna watch yourself cause my man is back
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Son Suk Ku as Mr. Gu
Episode 5, My Liberation Notes (2022)
#my liberation notes#edit: my liberation notes#son suk ku#by:myspringmp3#kdramaedit#kdramadaily#kdramagifs#THIS FIT………#this is his best fit in the whole show#ok the black shirt in ep 11 was good too#and the leather jacket with the fleece lapels was also hot#BUT THIS SHIRT……… YEAH#there's something so sexy about a man in crisis#wondering how he can get his life together#and worship a girl#when her family and the whole neighborhood see him as a mess#no caption bc hes just hot#this ep had 4 mins of him being a hot mess in this shirt#i cant get over it#editcheenee
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Discarded Polaroid
#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#discarded polaroid#bad habits#too sexy for his shirt
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a fun lil work in progress <3
#saw a post that benson's tank top under his work shirt should've been a crop top and I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE#too afraid to make it too sexy so i made it funny with a nervous blushing randy trying not to stare too obviously hehe#love when i get back into that cartoony style groove <3 [#one of my favourites <33
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okay I REMEMBER that I drew this, but not actually the act of drawing this? as if i blacked out or something while a creative fever took hold >_> and I don't know if I have the original file saved anywhere
#i#should redraw this??#i also can recall that his shirt here was this deep shade of red#and it's#just stop it man#its too sexy of a color on you#dat why i turned to greyscale#digital art#OLD art mind you#sketchbook#liminal#lyall#hart art#pff the sideburns are stupidly choppy#how did i achieve this kind of gesture tho?#what did past me do???#i need that old confidence back#am feelin weirdly chatty tonite
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I love this shirt on him.
#i actually really like this shirt#this shirt has a really nice pattern#and looks really good on him#i love his hair too#it's so fluffy#what a cutie#sexy ass dilf#dick suskind#the hoax (2006)#my sweet alfredo#my heart#❤❤❤❤#alfred molina
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No caption would do it justice.
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