#To Be a Gentleman

[rt0no]

[alwaysthequietones]

[arunneronthird]

[mountainshroom]

Recent hazbin sketches :) just a reluctant stepdad and his overenthusiastic daughter bonding

[n4rval]

i lied. here's a bonus.

[contessalarue]

[greykolla-art]

💕Can you even CONCEIVE how much I suddenly love them???💕

I think they were strolling around town after having a drink together. And that ends in a little cuddle!😂💕💕💕

Dialogue from The Aristocats, of course.💗💗💗

[gojoest]

nanami kento tries so hard not to fuck you on your first date, it makes him feel like a terrible man. he’s not like this, usually. you just frustrate every single cell in him, sexually — he can’t believe this is happening to him, honestly.

it’s a pain, he acts cold and distant — he’s simply trying to hide his boner half of the time. he zones out while you speak — your lips are distracting, he can’t hear a single word you speak. he can only think of the many ways your lips would shape and shift when you moan and whimper his name the deeper he sinks his cock in you. also, can you fit all of him down your throat? oh, can you—

fuck…

his cock gets hard under the table, forcing a sense of panic in him while he ponders whether he’s visibly leaked and stained his slacks or not. terrified to look down, because he knows. he’s so fucked.

he needs to wait a bit before you leave the restaurant, to cool off a bit, calm down. but it only gets worse from there.

he drives you back home, but doesn’t leave the car to walk you to your doorstep. his cock is hard again, aching so bad it limits his movements. besides if he steps out and stands tall before you — you will see, this time you definitely will. he’s embarrassed. and on top of that, he feels like an ass, the lowest of the lowest, for treating you so poorly.

the entire car ride was torturous to him, courtesy of your scent so close to him in the passenger seat, along with the way you tucked your hands between your thighs every now and then — perhaps the awkward silence got you nervous. he wondered all the way to your house how you smelled and tasted, down there.

you think the whole date was a disaster, and that he’ll never call you again but little did you know, the first thing he did when he went back home was jerk off — not once, not twice, but three fucking times, thinking about you. furiously.

later, he texts you. you blink a few times in utter disbelief.

dinner tomorrow? i’ll cook

dinner — at his place, that is. he’ll change the bedsheets in the morning with freshly washed ones, because this time — he’ll fuck you.

[darlingpeasant]

Colin “gotta protect my wife’s pretty head” Bridgerton

[peachsayshi]

choso is the kind of boyfriend who'll come up to you while your sitting on the sofa, drop his weight on top of your body and wrap his arms around your waist for a hug. will rest his chin on your chest and look up at you with sleepy eyes and a lil pout, before asking very calmly and sweetly if he can eat you out.

[majunju]

cold

[backsurasy]

The Black Sheep.

[wijaki22]

Donatello's duality

[expiredcheese]

I think we've seen a lot of Asian T-shirts with weird sayings, but I cannot believe I'm watching a Kdrama and this kid is wearing a T-shirt with that infamous Onion headline about American mass shootings?????

[mothtral]

sunday notices the flopping laces to your shoes, and without a second thought for the people surrounding you, or his pristine clothes gaining stains from the dirty concrete, he sweeps in front of you and falls to his knees. sunday pays no mind to your flustered questions, simply grasps your ankle with a gentle, guiding hand, and brings your foot forward to rest on his thigh.

you wobble at first, off-guard and off-balance, you cling to sunday’s shoulders, his clothes wrinkling under your hands. his movements are slow and precise, taking care to double knot the laces and tucks the loops into your shoe to prevent it from coming loose so easily. after checking to see if your other shoe needs tending to, sunday glances up at you through his lashes and smiles.

still uncaring of the people he disturbs by tending to you, his hand snakes its way up from your ankle to your calf, his fingers lightly squeezing. without breaking eye contact, sunday leans forward and presses a burning kiss to your knee. tingles spread out from the touch, your leg turning to jelly as your face flushes with heat. for the rest of the day you walk with sunday’s arm wrapped around yours, the support much needed.