#flirty babes

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[egirlsarah]

❓ Are my boobs ok, or should I get Implants ❓

[assiraphales]

if usopp didnt have a conventionally goofy character design the sanuso ship would fly high bc they are soooo flirty

(even tho usopp is a cutie got the last laugh with the FINEST live action casting)

patiently waiting for live action sanji to get usopp's goggles back in alabasta to jumpstart a lil something something for them

[fandom-geek]

gotta say, i'm kinda uncomfy the assumption that amanda and crow are romantically involved given the current battlegrounds dialogue where crow admits he hates falling to his death and amanda says that "i'll keep that in mind. maybe i took it too easy on you with the shotgun"

like that is just... straight up mean. i get that amanda is taking her feelings abt uldren out on crow, but that's just petty at best and cruel at worst. i know guardians kill each other for fun in the crucible, but that's never portrayed as actively mean-spirited, unlike this.

and yet, even in the bloody youtube comments for the video of this dialogue, ppl are going "oh look at that romantic foreshadowing!".

crow even responds to that line with (far more grace than i would have) "you've never taken it easy on me to my knowledge", which just. i'm fucking bamboozled. he's not even saying it in a snarky or flirty way, why do people assume it's romantic when one character is threatening to kill another in a way they explicitly hate???

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you’re mine all the damn time / What if I told you I’m a mastermind and now you’re mine / Please know that I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine

[lavaa-baby]

Can’t believe my body actually looks like this wow 🥹

[divinebeautyrevealed2]

[bare-elegance]

Model: Yukimi Cosplay

~Beauty in Everything~

[oliviablushes]

I'm ready! 💯💥🩵

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[sewerfight]

Local gangster who beat the rap in court now firmly of the belief the lawyer who prevented him from going to the electric chair is his legal wife

[kexing]

Staring King Force vs Flustered Mess Book

[colourstreakgryffin]

AH THIS HAS BEEN ITCHING MY BRAIN! TATTOO/PIERCER OBANAI?? (You don’t have to write this if you don’t want to :D)

Omfg! Yes! I’m soooo doing this! Now, god please save everybody who reads this. You all are gonna have to deal with my Obanai simp side! I’m gonna go wild! Ima pick just Tattoo Artist for my sanity

@local-obanai-simp! Love, this is for you and me!

Right off the bat. Tattoo artist Obanai is hot. Too hot to drop, he has tattoos all over his arms and chest, pierced ears with black jewellery and such a monochrome palette with his goth clothing style, that just highlight his yellow and turquoise mismatched eyes

He is very diligent with his work and he grabs you, holding whatever body part still if you keep shivering in pain too much. He doesn’t mean to be rough, he just gets annoyed fast with fidgety customers

Obanai does feel bad for the people who are just experiencing their first tattoo, that includes you. He was basically born with tattoos and even as a child, he was forced to have tattoos so they don’t hurt

He is so hot when he is working, his almost glowing eyes glare at the drawing he is starting to shape in full concentration and his rolled-up sleeve denim jacket showing off his forearm tattoos alongside a great amount of muscle

It’s hard to not look at him for real. You look more at Obanai, then you do complaining or whining over the pain as he is simply hypnotic!

Intense stabbing pain courses your bicep as you threw up your hand over your bust, just to clutch it. Your brain was screaming at you to push off the device causing you this level of pain but why would you do that when the man giving you the pain is so attractive

Conveniently, he is a friend of yours you met through your beloved cousin, Kanroji Mitsuri. Iguro Obanai, the owner and main employee of the infamous Serpentine Parlour. Mitsuri had spilled the beans about him a little while back and you were eager to meet him every day since

Mitsuri gave you his number after you basically bribed her for it, to taste out your curiosity over him, and got to chatting in no time. He was quite polite yet busy, he always apologised for answering late and explained himself. You never minded, a polite man like himself is all you could ever want

Almost like a un-recalled dream, tada. Now, you’re in his shop as his final customer for the day, getting stabbed repetitively by the tattoo gun-thingie with your eccentric eyes trained on him to distract yourself from the pain and oh lordy, did he distract you from the pain so well

He is beyond gorgeous as he focused on perfecting your tattoo of choice. Those heterochromatic eyes of yellow and turquoise glowed, his straight-edged raven black hair tied up in a tight ponytail, showing off the many black piercings he had, his denim jacket unbuttoned slightly at the chest to show the wiggly fancy writing of “Kaburamaru” running over his collarbone

Your cheeks blew up into ruby red at the attractive man before you, just switching between his face, open arms and the small peek of his built torso as he kept working. Yeah, his mouth was hidden by a clean, medicinal-like mask so you couldn’t see all of his face but you still found yourself worshipping his looks like he is some model

“I can tell that you’re looking at me” Obanai remarks gently and calmly as he usually is, reaching his spare hand up and pressing thumb on your chin and fingers on your cheek to crane your head up. The sharp pain disappeared as Obanai have seemed to pull the gun away

“Don’t toy with me, girl. Don’t you want a good tattoo~” Obanai remarked, his voice going from sleek and mature to sexy and demanding in a second. Sudden heat flooded you in response as his wondrous eyes basically ate up your reaction, cheeks burning bright and light stutters breaking through your lips

If only Mitsuri could see this side of her best friend! “I-I… y-yes! I do.. b-but i…” It was pretty obvious that he was smirking at you, with the way his pierced eyebrow rose as he rolled his eyes and let go of your chin, his hands were smaller than most men but still very strong, with a few veins underneath the black gloves. “Good~”

Obanai’s occupied hand still held the non-longer running tattoo gun that he brought it back to your bare bicep and flipped on the switch with his fingertip rather quick. Almost unbearable pain begun attacking your senses again when he pressed the needle into your skin and dragged down

You looked away in a instant, very embrassed at getting caught as you kept staring at the marble cupboards decorated by a white glass snake ornament. Obanai, from the left side of the long table that you laid down on, frowned at the lack of gaze. He was just trying to tease you, he didn’t want you to actually stop. Obanai brought back your attention by snapping his spare hand’s fingers in midair. Your head turned in conjunction, slightly jumping from how loud it was echoing through the quiet colourless room

“Did I say you are to stop looking at me?” Obanai barked slightly, eyes never leaving his work but you can he was talking to you as your cheeks somehow got darker, at his statement, then they already are. Your free hand trying desperately to cover your embarrassed and flustered self as Obanai carefully and quickly moved your arm to a specific spot, reaching over and grabbing your wrist, placing it over your stomach and locking fingers with his

“Kanroji told me you’re sensitive to pain. Hold my hand and squeeze it if it’s get too bad” You stuttered out once again, gazing down his features to try forget the pain and gently tapping your fingers against his knuckles repetitively as a attempt to calm yourself down. You’re a mix of confused, flattered and embarrassed all at once, is Obanai treating you this way because you’re his best friend’s cousin or is it because he genuinely wants to?

“W-what about your work? Can you do it with one hand” You stutter back, nervous that he may mess up and trying your best to prove to him that he doesn’t need to hold your hand through it. “I can tattoo with one hand. It’ll be fine” Obanai responds, taking a quick glance up at your face, his hidden lips formed a smile at your sparkling lovestruck eyes. You did like him more than he suspected

His eyes returned back to his work as he needed to finish it quickly. One, so you won’t be in pain anymore and two, so he can wrap up his and his employees’ shift quicker to focus on the more important thing trialing his mind. He could tell his employees were done for the day as most had begun gathering their things and simply waited on their boss to give the cue

He was eager to finish this to as he has a beautifully perfect concept floating around his head, it almost clouded the image of the tattoo you wanted as he could still sense your eyes scanning over him and his body. Perfect, he gets to do what he wants with you

A not so little “talk” in his office

[hekateinhell]

Armand/Lestat - "Your lover is waiting for you" 🥰

“Your lover is waiting for you.”

Lover.

Had the word ever sounded as sweet as it did when it rolled off Lestat’s tongue in the combined accents of their old French and that slow cowboy drawl?

“Such theatrics to announce you’re ready to step out for the evening, don’t you think? As if I have kept you deprived and thirsty all night,” Armand teased, taking care to scrape his nails over Lestat’s adam’s apple as he made to adjust the dark blue cravat.

A feather-light touch that nearly cut into the now barely sun-darkened skin as Lestat swallowed. The low click in his throat audible only to the ears of a fellow predator.

Delighting at the thrill, at the promise of more to come later.

“No, of course not,” Lestat sounded breathless even as his grey eyes softened, large hands resting on either side of Armand’s ribcage. “Why...” He paused, generous mouth curving into a smirk that hinted at an understanding of the darker nature they both possessed, “That would be cruel of you, my darling.”

If anyone was intimately familiar with Armand’s particular brand of cruelty, it would be Lestat.

“Indeed, it would,” Armand mimicked Lestat’s velvety tone back to him just to hear his dead pulse leap before stepping back to appraise the final look.

Each detail, from the leather boots to the satin hair ribbon, had been carefully chosen by Armand himself. “And heaven help me if I were to change a single item!” Lestat had jested when he walked into his chamber and took in everything Armand had carefully laid on the bed. How lucky for Lestat that recent years had taken the sting out of anything to do with that tale. 

“Satisfactory?” Lestat made a show of holding his arms out at his sides and turning in an exaggerated circle as if presenting himself to an entire panel of judges.

“Would you like a first prize ribbon pinned to your lapel? Or perhaps a medallion draped around your neck? Because that can be arranged.”

“Do you happen to have one on you?” Lestat’s playfulness contagious now, a balm to Armand’s weary heart. 

An invitation that Armand responded to with a smile as he reached out and tucked back the errant golden ringlet always found its way to Lestat’s temple to mix in with the baby hairs that would forever be present at the edges of his hairline. 

He stood on tiptoe to press a tender kiss to Lestat’s cheekbone. “You’re magnificent.” 

“And what else am I, Armand?” 

Armand didn’t miss a beat, the kiss to Lestat’s mouth much less chaste. A perfect slut...

Lestat’s grip broke through his skin as he caught the words in Armand’s mind—hungry for an endearment Armand kept only for him. He bit into Lestat’s lower lip to smother the resounding hiss, but still, a groan escaped him at the first taste of Lestat’s blood. Sweet as honey and searingly hot as it throbbed on his tongue.

A perfect, incorrigible slut. 

[taytayize123]

Angels come down

From the heavens

Just to help us on our way

Come to teach us

Then they leave us

And they find some other soul to save.. 💕😇🥰