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He’s SO polite! Usagi has exquisite manners, after all he is of an excellent pedigree and was trained at the Courtly level. He is of Noble breeding.
It’s easy to forget, since we majority get to see him as he his now, a vagabond do-gooder, but he was and still is honorable and charming enough to be welcomed into the inner circles of Lords.
#usagi yojimbo#miyamoto usagi#my childhood#stan sakai#2003 ninja turtles#tmnt 2003#perfect gentleman#courtly manners#samurai#honorable young man
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The Perfect Gentleman
La ricerca dello stile e dell'eleganza senza tempo a Londra
James Sherwood
Prefazione di Terence Stamp
DeAgostini, Novara 2012, 224 pagine, 28x35cm, ISBN 9788841878965
euro 45,00
email if you want to buy [email protected]
La ricerca dell'eleganza perfetta nell'abbigliamento maschile inevitabilmente conduce nel West End, settore storico di Londra dove, dal 1666, i quartieri di Mayfair, Piccadilly e Saint James's sono stati scelti da sarti, produttori di scarpe, cappellai, gioiellieri e profumieri come sede dei loro atelier. Oggi questa enclave di eccellenza presenta la più alta concentrazione di marchi specializzati in beni di lusso per uomini dal gusto raffinato, e proprio in queste antiche strade i gentiluomini moderni che apprezzano la qualità, lo stile e la migliore esecuzione artigianale possono seguire le orme di grandi appassionati della cura sartoriale come lord Brummell, Edoardo VII, Oscar Wilde, Winston Churchill, il duca di Windsor, Cary Grant, Fred Astaire, il principe Carlo e, più recentemente, gli affascinanti duca di Cambridge e principe Harry. "The Perfect Gentleman" è dedicato ai protagonisti nel mondo degli accessori maschili di lusso: presenta non soltanto i complementi indispensabili per accompagnare un abito fatto su misura in Savile Row, ma anche gli articoli più esclusivi prodotti da enoteche, armerie, cartolerie e tabaccherie storiche. Attraverso secoli di vicissitudini economiche e politiche, questi marchi hanno resistito all'affermarsi della fabbricazione di massa e al declino della produzione industriale inglese per servire generazioni di clienti illustri che li hanno insigniti del prestigioso Royal Warrant.
16/05/24
#perfect gentleman#stile eleganza Londra#Mayfair#Savile Row#Mick Jagger#Terence Stamp#fashion books#fashionbooksmilano
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"Chaol is such a big red flag!" stfu if he existed irl you'd be tripping over yourselves trying to get him. Rowan wouldn't even get a second glance.
#he's literally#the dream guy#like#perfect gentleman#hot af#dark hair dark eyes#kind#he has got the banter#intelligence#he will kill for you#he'd die for your dog#he's strong mentally and physically#he's self aware#pro chaol westfall#chaol westfall#he's unbelievably loyal#anti rowan whitethorn#i guess#but mainly just pro chaol
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He picked the flower by the side of the road because he thought she might like it 🥰 (Practice doodles)
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found a little guy outside at work and helped him get to some flowers!
#for anyone concerned: at no point did i touch is wings. i let him crawl onto my hand and slowly and carefully transported him to the flowers#where he crawled off my hand#he was very nice and was greatful for the ride#perfect gentleman#gender notwithstanding#live from the musain
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He treated her with a respect that was perfect, and indeed with more outward signs of affection than had ever been customary with him.
Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?
#making an effort#demonstrative#affectionate#affection#respect#respectful#perfect gentleman#model behavior#romance novel hero#relationship goals#romantic#quotes#lit#words#excerpts#quote#literature#classics#when will it be my turn#anthony trollope#can you forgive her?
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FIRST for PG for the writer's ask game!
(i thought about asking next and decided it would be too mean) <3
OHOHO honestly it would have made me write tho ^^;
FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project
Minho likes his job. He likes to dance, likes to feel the way his body naturally fits around a rhythm, clean and satisfying. And he’s good at dancing.
Not theeeee most interesting hahaha ^^; but ty for the ask!!
Perfect Gentleman is a stray kids strip club AU that has been a WIP for 3+ years. I aim to finish it by my 30th birthday (next May). Please shout at me so I finish it.
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Hnnnnnng imagining Biziil saying this to Meeko and Connie 🫠🫠
it's always "i love you" and never "you are dearer to me than the stars to the night sky"
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🐝 𝒫ℯ𝓇𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝓉ℴ ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈 🐝
#bridgerton#saphne#kanthony#polin#benophie#simon basset#daphne bridgerton#anthony bridgerton#kate sharma#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#benedict bridgerton#sophie beckett#regé jean page#phoebe dynevor#jonathan bailey#simone ashley#luke newton#nicola coughlan#luke thompson#yerin ha#the duke and i#the viscount who loved me#romancing mister bridgerton#an offer from a gentleman#my fave pairings#perfection#priceless pairings
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A perfect gentleman
Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.
Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader
Warning: bitchy friends, mentions of anxiety, meet cute, sex with a stranger, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex
You bobbed your head to the song blaring from the loudspeakers. It was the only thing you could do. That, and watching the others dance with men they just met. Grinding into them – their intentions clear.
Maybe you are not the most social person, but being in a place with so many people spiked your anxiety.
You shuddered and ripped your gaze from your friends to order another drink. Something light. You never were much into alcohol.
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” a man plopped down next to you and dipped his head. “How can I help you relax?” He purred and moved his hand to your thigh.
“You could start by stopping to touch her,” another man suddenly stood behind your back. He pushed the other guy off you and glared at the stranger touching you. “Is that the way to welcome tourists now?”
“Man, she looked lonely,” the man grunted but made space for the second guy. “Didn’t know you called dips on her already, Raymond.”
“Get lost,” Raymond snapped at the man. You flinched and tried to make yourself as small as possible while the men fought. “We don’t harass ladies at my favorite place.”
“Alright, alright,” the man huffed. “She’s not worth the effort. You can have her.”
“Hey, are you okay,” Raymond softly asked. He must’ve been from around, because of his sexy accent. You always had a thing for men with an accent. “I hope he didn’t hurt you. Some guys shouldn’t drink too much.”
“Uh-thank you,” you murmured and finally looked at the man. Raymond looked like you imagine a British gentleman, but with a dash of roughness and something hidden behind his neat appearance.
He was wearing a navy-blue corduroy waistcoat, a slim tie with the same color, and a light blue and white striped button-down over dark wash slim-fit stretch jeans. His hair was neatly gelled back, and his beard was long but well-trimmed. Orange-rimmed clear lens glasses framed his handsome face.
“That was very nice of you.”
“A gentleman must protect a lady in need,” he grinned and sat next to you. “Let me buy you a drink for the inconvenience, and for not stepping in sooner.”
“You came the moment the man put his hand on my thigh,” you shyly glanced at Raymond. He offered his name to you and held out his hand. You placed your hand in his, feeling another shudder run through your body. This man was unlike any guy you ever met.
He screamed danger but acted like a gentleman. You could smell weed on his clothes when he leaned closer to ask you for your name.
“Y/N,” you replied and allowed him to hold your hand for a little longer than needed. He ran his thumb over your skin, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips. “Thank you again.”
“What brings you here, love?” Raymond leaned impossibly closer, letting you feel his warmth. “I assume you are a tourist.”
You chuckled. “What gave me away?”
“Your accent, and I know every pretty girl in town.”He laid it on thick when he purred your name and told you that you look beautiful in your dress. He already had you when he saved you from the grabby guy, but you wanted to bask in his compliments for a little longer.
“Every single one,” you chuckled. “You’re a very busy man in that case.”
He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I don’t know every woman like that.” Raymond gave you a wink. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”
“My friends are still somewhere at this place,” you leaned closer to drink his appearance and scent in. You were enchanted by this man. “Probably rubbing themselves against the guys they just met.”
His eyes sparkled at your words. You were about to do the same with him. Why – you had no clue. He was handsome and charming. But there was something else drawing you in like the moth to the flame.
“Do you want to leave this place?” A question was not in his words when he got up, still holding your hand. “I promise to be a gentleman.”
You didn’t make it far. Before you knew it, you left the bar with Raymond. You ended up pressed into the wall in the dark alley behind the bar.
He was all over you, lips devouring your mouth the moment you were out of sight. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding your panties soaked. He teased you for your floral cotton panties, moving the fabric aside to shove a finger inside your soaked cunt.
Raymond lifted you off of your feet, and you ended up in his arms, your pussy stuffed to the brim with his thick cock.
“Fuck, this is a tight little cunt,” he puffed into your neck. Hot breath fanning over your skin. “You’ve been a good girl, huh? How many guys did you fuck behind a bar so far?”
“No one,” you held tight onto Raymond as he slowly rocked into you. “Only you.”
“You’re so good for me, love,” he whispered in your ear as he mercilessly battered your cunt. He was not a gentle lover any longer. Raymond fucked up into you, all the while holding your body safe in his arms. “I’m gonna ruin you.”
“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to ruin you.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to move your hips.
“Ruin me. Do it. I’m done being the good girl.”
“Why did you leave without us?” One of your friends asked. Janice walked inside your shared hotel room, smirking as you were reading another book. “Y/N we are on vacation. Stop reading and go out there. There is a whole new world to explore.”
“Yeah. Maybe you’ll get some dick too if you stop hiding,” your other friend snapped at you. She didn’t get lucky last night and tried to let her anger out on you. Chanel always gets lucky. Just not last night.
“Oh, I think you will have enough fun for all of us,” you hid that you were the one getting a perfect dick last night. Well, they wouldn’t have believed you. You never take a risk. This includes fucking a stranger behind a bar. “Don’t forget to wrap it before you let any dick get near you.”
“It’s their job,” Janice huffed. “I only need my lipstick and nothing else.”
You bit your tongue. Last night you were the one making sure that you didn’t take a bigger risk. Raymond was all too eager to fill you, but you insisted on protection. Even though you were a horny mess wanting nothing more than to feel him bare inside of you.
“Have fun reading,” Janice snapped at you. “We are going to meet up with some girls we met last night and tonight, we’re going back to the bar. Tonight, I’ll get lucky and fuck a British guy!”
“Don’t wait for us to come back today. You’re no fun to be around since you and Ransom broke up,” Chanel added. A low blow to your fragile heart.
With your friends gone, you had the time to enjoy the city. You explored the usual spots tourists would seek out and ended up in a nice little café to have a break.
It was close to your hotel, and you could enjoy the sun as long as you wanted to.
At least no one tried to hit on you here or called you boring for enjoying your tea and biscuits.
“This must be fate,” a familiar voice said. Raymond stopped short in his tracks when he recognized you. “What brings you here?”
“I was—” You licked your lips at the sight of Raymond. Today he was wearing a soft camel tan shawl cardigan and a skinny burgundy tie over his dark wash jeans. He looked as perfect as ever when he claimed the empty chair on your table, “having a break from exploring town.”
“Sightseeing,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Raymond eyed you up and down in your simple shirt, cardigan, and a pair of worn-out jeans. “I could give you the Smith tour to show you all the secret spots no tourist ever saw.”
“Smith tour?” You wrinkled your forehead.
“That’s my surname, sweetness,” he smirked and nodded at the waitress to order tea and biscuits himself. “Do you want to go on that tour with me?”
“Sure,” you said a little too fast. He was still a stranger, but you let him fuck you twice last night. What else could he want? You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you and having the chance to fuck him again had you already dripping. “I’d love to see more than the usual spots.”
You didn’t see much of town. All Raymond showed you was his large, luxurious estate where he lives by himself. And you didn’t see much of it either.
Raymond had you pinned to his mattress; his cock buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt moments after he guided you inside his home.
“Shit, look at you,” he purred before he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “I could get used to having you like this. Underneath me, filled with my cock.” He kissed you again, softer this time. “Bare.”
He rocked his hips at a slow pace, dragging his thick cock along your walls. Raymond smirked as you dug your fingertips into his back.
“Raymond,” you whimpered his name. “Please.”
“Fuck, say my name again,” he buried his face in your neck to nip at your soft spot. “Now,” Raymond growled your name and gave you a particularly hard thrust. “Sweetness.”
“Raymond.”
“Again,” he snapped his hips into yours. “NOW!”
“RAYMOND!” You screamed his name on the top of your lungs. “RAYMOND!” You chanted it like a prayer. “Please.”
“Fucking take it,” Raymond whispered in your ear. “You’re meant to lie underneath me, my cock in your sweet pussy.” He slowly fucked into you, taking his time to enjoy having you again. “All I was thinking about was your cunt. I could smell you on me all day.”
Your arousal coated his cock with every thrust. It soaked the sheets underneath you, ruining the fine fabric you admired before you ended up on his bed.
“You’re mine now,” he threatened, his voice a deep growl as he kept on fucking you into the mattress. “Say it.”
He stopped moving and stared at you underneath him. “Say it!”
“’m yours, Ray…”
He kissed you again, sweet but dirty. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you ate earlier.
“Yes. Fuck.” You started to clench around him and tremble underneath Raymond. “Please.”
“Ohhh…fuck,” he thrusted into you, ignoring that you cried out his name. Raymond simply fucked you through your high, rhythm never faltering as you threw your head left and right. It sounded cliché, or like bad porn. But right at that moment it was all you could do because he just felt too good inside of your body. “That’s it.”
“Come inside of me, please,” you pleaded. “NOW!”
Fuck…He thought and exploded inside of your quivering cunt. Raymond didn’t stop. He trusted in and out of you, making an even bigger mess of his sheets.
“That was,” you sighed when he slipped out of you to lie next to you. Raymond panted, and you patted his chest when he gasped for air.
“I know, sweetness.”
“Thank you for making my vacation much more interesting,” you laughed as he crawled back on top of you to kiss you softly and gently.
“Thank you for making my shitty week better.”
“You’re very welcome, Mr. Smith.”
His shower was amazing. Just like the rest of his home. It was huge, and the rain showerhead was something else.
Not that you got the chance to enjoy it much. The warm water barely had the time to run down your body before Raymond was all over you again.
He stood behind you to nip at your earlobe with his teeth. His skilled hands cupped your tits, and you fell back against his chest.
“Still not enough?” He chuckled at your words. “You're insatiable.
“You’re just too cute to ignore.” He watched you turn around to cup his face to kiss him. “What are you up to, sweetness?”
“I’d love to fuck you again,” you purred his name and ran your hands over his chest. “What are you up to?”
Raymond smirked, and you knew you were in for a rougher treatment. He twirled you around, barking orders at you. “Hands against the wall.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re playing with fire,” he was on you again, to manipulate your body. He gripped your hip with one hand and guided his weeping cock into your dripping pussy. “But I’ll not stop you from being a perfect little cockslut for me.”
You hissed but welcomed his length like an old friend. “You feel too good inside of me, is all.”
“Yeah,” he kissed your neck. “How good? Good enough to spend the rest of your vacation with me.”
“Yes.” You said without hesitation. To hell with your friends, sightseeing, and biscuits. All you wanted to do is spend time impaled on Raymond’s cock.
“I knew it,” he breathed into your neck. “You’re perfect.”
Raymond nipped at your neck while slinging his arms around your waist.
“My little lost tourist.” He slowly but steadily pumped into you. “Lucky me getting inside this sweet body.”
“Oh, yes,” The warm water gently rained down on you and Raymond, and your wet bodies slid easily against one another. “Fuck, please.”
“Same, sweetness,” he growled as you started to push back onto his length. Raymond was close to losing all control. He pressed you against the wall, pumping into you with all the strength he had left in him.
You slammed the palms of your hand against the shower wall feeling your high ripple through your body. You were panting heavily, and your knees buckled when he emptied himself inside of you.
“No, you don’t understand,” Raymond grunted into the phone. He watched you turn around in your sleep to snuggle into his pillow. “I want you to tell me where to pick her things up. Y/N wants to spend the rest of her vacation with me, not you.”
He groaned as your friends bombarded him with questions. His patience was wearing thin, and he was close to sending one of his problem solvers to get your belongings.
“Listen, all you need to know is that she’s safe with me. No…I won’t send you a picture of her.” Cursing loudly, he looked at you.
“Give me the phone,” you yawned, and rubbed your tired eyes. “They won’t believe you, Ray.”
“Fine,” he handed you your phone, waiting for you to confirm that he’s not some psycho kidnapper holding you hostage. Even though, his cock twitched when he imagined keeping you at his home forever.
“Janice, relax,” you tried to calm your friend. “I met Raymond two days ago at the bar. Yeah, where you left me all alone. We met again at a café, and I spent the last two days with him at his home. I texted and called you, but you didn’t answer so, I believed you don’t give a shit about me and if I’m still alive.”
Janice muttered into the phone, but you didn’t care. You told her to pack your things and hand them to whoever Raymond will send to them.
One week later you sat on his couch, snuggled into one of the blankets he offered to you. “You’ve got a nice home,” you said and smiled. It pained you that in not a week you had to leave this wonderful place and the man owning it. “Maybe I can come back here one day.”
“Or,” he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, “I just keep you here forever.” Raymond nuzzled his face in your neck. “I heard you quit your job, left your boyfriend, and are looking for adventure.”
“What? I-“ you spluttered. “How did you find out?”
“Your friends are rather talkative,” he shrugged and moved his hand between your legs. “I got a big home, and a good job waiting for you. I know this is sudden, but I’d love to keep you around. What do you say?”
Part 2
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#raymond smith#raymond smith x reader#raymond smith x female reader#raymond smith x you#A perfect gentleman#raymond smith x y/n#raymond smith smut#smut
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#depending on his mood ace either texts like a Victorian orphan or an educated Victorian gentleman with perfect grammar and punctuation#there’s no in between#added a lot of ace tweets in this one bc the last one had none from him lol#portgas d ace#one piece#asl brothers#one piece meme#whitebeard pirates#fire fist ace#monkey d. luffy#revolutionary sabo#flame emperor sabo#sabo#chief of staff sabo#straw hat crew#straw hat pirates#straw hat luffy#op ace#ace op#ace one piece#one piece ace#op sabo#sabo op#sabo one piece#one piece sabo#op luffy#luffy op#one piece incorrect quotes#one piece text posts
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Tbh I can't think of someone more deserving of this title than him (don't hate on me please)
My classy Omegah!
#he is perfect#perfectttt!#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#omega ghoul#papa emeritus iii#classy#gentleman
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The way people characterize Peeta as this sweet baby angel is so funny because he's such a sassy bitch in the first book
#especially toward katniss!#he is not always this perfect romantic gentleman#and thank god for that#peeta mellark
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Assorted masked gentleman from the past few days
#professor layton#the masked gentleman#he’s my favorite type of favorite character#he’s so silly to me that I can’t take him seriously#which means it’s easier for me to draw- I feel less stress to nail down everything perfect the first time#it’s just kinda nice#also lord knows what he’s actually capable of physically so he’s super fun to pose
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It was so unnecessary but i'm glad he did this
#my art#ff7#rufus shinra#elena of the turks#elena#ruiri#rulena#rufena#ladies & gentleman#my otp first direct verbal interaction onscreen#and it was perfect#ff7rebirth#ff7 rebirth spoilers#it was like one of those wwe wacky storylines
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