left hand touching face

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The Mane Mane no Mi is a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit that allows the user to turn into a physical double of anyone they have touched.  When the user changes, they also imitate the copied person’s flexibility, strength, and abilities, aside from those bestowed by a Devil Fruit. They can change to someone else by touching their face with their right hand and switch back to their normal state by touching their face with their left hand.

Vegas

Hi I wasn’t going to post that drafts but @ortenmendes
Told me to post it sooooo ta da!!!!! It’s shitty and the first thing I wrote read on your own risk.

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You are starting to wake up and you already know it’s going to be a hell of a hangover. Blurry thoughts play in the back on your mind while you struggle to gain consciousness.

Vegas, fun…get away for a few days, just the two of you…casino, drinks, lots of drinks…making out in the car…more drinks…chapel…“I do!”, kisses…speeding back to the hotel in the Jeep…sex…more drinks…more sex…

The whirlpool of fragmented flashbacks is making you feel dizzy, even if you didn’t even open your eyes yet. You touch your face with the back of your left hand, attempting to give yourself a little nudge to reality.

“Auuch…” you cry in pain as something scratches your cheek.

You finally open your eyes to see what it is and…

“Oh my God!” you suddenly wince, covering your mouth with the other hand.
You stare at huge diamond wedding ring, finally able to process what this means.

“Crap…” you manage to utter, suddenly awake.

You turn your head and look at Shawn. He’s still deeply asleep, facing you, his brown hair a mess, all over his face. His hand rests on your tummy. You lift yourself on your elbows to take a better look. There it is: a wedding band on his finger.

You drop back on your pillow, glaring at the ceiling. You two are not supposed to get drunk because you become impulsive. “God damn it,” you whisper to yourself, biting your lips nervously.

“Shaawwwnnnn,” you try to wake him up, gently caressing his face. “Babe, wake up…Shawn…” Nothing. Still asleep.

“Shawn!!” you raise your voice ,slapping his naked behind. You only hear a growl. Another slap. “Shawn, wake up!” This time he moves, repositioning himself on his back, eyes still closed.

“Baby, let me sleep,” he pleads with raspy voice, covering his face with the sheets.

You yank the covers off and you get on top of him. He senses your naked body on his and grins.

“Love…give me a few moments and I’ll be ready to go.” His hands reach for your waist and he adjusts you so he can feel you better.

“Not that I mind where this is going, Shawn, but you really have to see this.”

He blinks a few times, getting his eyes used to the image of your fingers close to his face.

“Baby, is that a wed..” You don’t let him finish.

“Yes, yes it is and…look here, you have one too!”

Shawn gazes at his wedding band, then at your ring, then at your face.

“Did we fucking get married last night?”

“Apparently?…” you make it a question, waiting for his reaction.

He stretches with a big smirk. Suddenly, you feel it and you giggle.

“Shawn, you weren’t joking about being ready in a few moments.”

“You know me, everything to make you happy.” He grabs your hand and kisses it and you get lost in his hazel eyes.

“Relax, baby, it’s Vegas. We can cancel that piece of paper anytime we want.”
You sigh without answering and he takes a hold of your hips, shifting you over so he’s on top of you now.

“You look so sexy with that wedding ring on…” he purrs in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Shawn’s lips kiss your breasts, going up you neck, then find your lips again. At this point, both your breathings are erratic; your body is on fire, so needy for his.

“Baby…” you whisper “we should do this more often.”

“What, love, get married?”

“No, sex in Vegas”, you reply with a smirk on your face.

He starts laughing.

“Well, damn, let’s do it more often then.”

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Bad Ideas | Yuta

Genre: bartender!au | comedy

Main star: Yuta / Reader

Word count: 2 760

Warnings: Language

Originally posted by taei

“Bad ideas make the best memories.” The bartender in front of you shrugged while he filled your glass with another shot of saqué.  You were drinking that specific type of alcohol because he suggested and, well, why not? The week has been bad enough and you just needed to forget it as a whole. Also, the guy serving you was pretty much handsome and his face made you ignore the fact that you ex-boyfriend was in the same club as you.

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the-lonely-ghost  asked:

Could I request "Kiss" for FrostIron please? :)

For this prompt list.


A solid blast with the unibeam shattered the golden force field around Loki’s cell, and Tony didn’t hesitate for even a second before he stepped inside the bare, white space. The bright light made the smears of blood on the floor stand out sharply, even though they were clearly dried and not close to fresh.

Loki was tightly curled up in a corner, shackled hands resting limply between his chest and thighs. His head was tipped forward, and his long, tangled hair hid most of his face, but Tony could still see the bloody, ruined mess that was Loki’s mouth. And he caught the green glint as Loki’s wide, staring eyes rolled around to flit over his face when the helmet retracted into the suit. His gaze didn’t seem to stick anywhere, wild and unfocused.

“Hey, Loki? You with me?”

There was no movement, no change in Loki’s expression, but a faint, whimpering noise came from deep in his throat.

Tony took it for a yes, stepped up close, and sank to his knees. “Let’s get rid of these”, he muttered in disgust, and made short work of the shackles. It wasn’t a challenge for the gauntlets. No magic in the armour to suppress. He tossed the mangled remains away and turned back to Loki, hands now hovering uncertainly. Where did he dare touch without hurting him more?

Before he had made up his mind, Loki’s hands left his lap, and shot up to Tony’s face. The touch startled him at first. It was so sudden, and maybe Loki didn’t really know him? Maybe he didn’t realize he was being saved, rather than facing more torture? But he quickly realized that the trembling touch was soft, almost reverent, as the thumbs brushed his cheekbones, the tips of Loki’s long, thin fingers slipping into the damp hair behind Tony’s ears.

The movement made Loki tip his head back a bit, and Tony got a proper look at his mouth - and then wished he hadn’t. The soft, delicate flesh had been pierced and torn, over and over, a nasty-looking, black thread stitching his lips together.

“Fuck”, he ground out, throat thick and painful. Then forced himself to take a slow breath. “I’m getting you out, Tricks. I’m taking you back home.”

Another noise came from Loki’s sewn shut mouth. This time a little hum that sounded like approval. While his hands slipped deeper into Tony’s hair, twining into the thick half curls, and gently tugged him closer, down, closer still, tilted his head to the side, and then Tony couldn’t deny what Loki so obviously wanted.

Carefully, gently, softly, he settled his lips against Loki’s, felt the swelling, the heat of the inflammation, and the harsh, hard lines of the thread against his own mouth.

It was everything he had never wanted their first kiss to be.

And it was still everything he had dreamed.

how long have you known?

“How long have you known?” Daveed asked as his hands met her stomach. A small kick came from the place where the baby was at. “I mean,” She paused and looked up at you, laying her hand’s on top of his. 

“Six months.” She whispered when his eyes showed he needed answers. Her eyes drifted to look behind him as they let out a sigh at the same moment, his large hand left her belly to touch her face in a soft motion. Her head moved upward once he moved her face upward.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispered and studied her eyes. “I told Rafa couple months ago, I begged him to let you have a break.” She mumbled. Daveed let out a huff of air before breathing in the intoxicating fumes that he knew to be the love of his life. “You should have told me…” His voice trailed off leaving them in a short but heavy silence. 

“I’m not sorry,” She whispered and moved so she was looking at his old Oakland shirt. “I knew you wanted to finish the tour,” she said in a soft tone, Daveed spoke up again and closed his eyes as tears filled them.

“The tour’s not done,” he spoke over you. “But I wanted to let you meet son.” she laid her hands on his face before bringing him down to kiss her. Their lips meshing.


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Scribble-Doodle: Scarred

During the parabatai ceremony in 203, Alec did not have the scar in his left eyebrow yet. So, what happened between that moment and the beginning of the show? A parabatai story.


They’re meant to be the backup and nothing more.

“You’re still too young for this, boys!” the leader tells them with a cheeky grin while the squad’s gearing up to raid the warlock’s lair.

Unable to help himself, Jace rolls his eyes and reminds the guy, “You’re just three years older than we are, Jack!”

Laughing, Jack claps Jace on the back. “And that means three years wiser, kid!”

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Hollowness - Jung Soojung

Can you imagine Krystal having a Hades storyline? Where she’s been lonely in Underworld/Hell for so long; and then she sees a beautiful girl living her life and Krystal wants to get to know her, so Krystal kidnaps her to be her future wife …

Yes, I did. And I’m all in for this. I changed a bit the plot, but I really hope you like it!

Originally posted by teyuns

The room was deadly quiet as always, even the fire crackling in the fireplace was mute. Soojung liked that for some reason, just watching the muted sinuous flames move from her spot at the foot of the king size bed. Her back against the once old dark wooden headboard, she was used to spend her free time there in that anodyne silence, trying to catch a breath that she knew it was gone forever. If she looked over her shoulder, she could see a figure lying over the bed.

The whole bed was made of some material similar to ivory. A dark ivory layer which covered the whole furniture down to the floor. Wood turned into black ivory, simple objects too. Even the figure of the woman lying there, as if she was asleep, was covered with ivory.

Soojung got used to hang out there, in the silent that the immense magic power set long time ago.

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anonymous asked:

starco 57!!!

(send me a ship + a no. 1-60 for a prompt!)

starco + 57. “things you said when no one else was around”

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“Are you okay?”

Well, that was a dumb question. Star clutched his hand, and squeezed tight, holding it with whatever strength she had left before lifting up Marco’s hand to her face, letting him touch the heart on her cheek. Perhaps in some sort of means to remind herself he was actually here…

“I don’t know,” she said, her voice wavering.

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Something Old, New, Borrowed, and Blue-Percival Graves x Reader

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Characters: Percival Graves, Reader,

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Notes/Warnings:  There is some cursing

Word count: 1388

Request: Anon-Hi! I love your headcannons and imagines for the gentlemen of Fantastic Beasts. Could you please do a Percival x Reader wedding day imagine? (I’m sorry if this bothered you. I don’t see a lot of activity in the tags so I’m not sure if you’re still active.) 

Tags: @aislinsekhem, and @elenawrit, @gravespercy for the gif…because there are only so many percival graves gifs that shows up in tumblr gif searches



“What are you even doing here?! The healers said you’re not supposed to be doing things like this!”

“Don’t play innocent. I saw your fine hand in this from the beginning of this mission to get me out of my slump. It worked. I came after you. And I’ll be damned if I’m letting you out of my sight, because you get into more trouble then Tina! So when we get back, I’m tying you to my waist and you’re going to marry me !”

“Is this really the time to ask that?!”

“It’s not a question!

“Oh fuck it all! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

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The Joker x Reader 7 In Vegas. Warning: some smut

You went to Vegas for some fun and woke up with… wedding rings. 

You are starting to wake up and you already know it’s going to be a hell of a hangover. Blurry thoughts play in the back on your mind while you struggle to gain consciousness.

Vegas, fun…get away for a few days, just the two of you…casino, drinks, lots of drinks…making out in the car…robbery…stealing expensive jewelry…running before the cops show up…more drinks…chapel…”I do!”, laughter, kisses…speeding back to the hotel in the purple Lamborghini…sex…more drinks…more sex…

The whirlpool of fragmented flashbacks is making you feel dizzy, even if you didn’t even open your eyes yet. You touch your face with the back of your left hand, attempting to give yourself a little nudge to reality.

“Auuch…” you cry in pain as something scratches your cheek.

You finally open your eyes to see what it is and…

“Oh my God!” you suddenly wince, covering your mouth with the other hand. You stare at huge diamond wedding ring, finally able to process what this means.

“Crap…” you manage to utter, suddenly awake.

You turn your head and look at the Joker. He’s still deeply asleep, facing you, his green hair a mess, all over his face. His hand rests on your tummy. You lift yourself on your elbows to take a better look. There it is: a wedding band on his finger.

You drop back on your pillow, glaring at the ceiling. You two are not supposed to get drunk because you become crazier and even more impulsive than you already are. “God damn it,” you whisper to yourself, biting your lips nervously.

“J..Jaaaay,” you try to wake him up, gently caressing his face. “Babe, wake up…J…” Nothing. Still asleep.

“J !!” you raise your voice ,slapping his naked behind. You only hear a growl. Another slap. “J, wake up!” This time he moves, repositioning himself on his back, eyes still closed.

“Baby doll, let me sleep,” he pleads with raspy voice, covering his face with the sheets.

You yank the covers off and you get on top of him. He senses your naked body on his and grins.

“Kitten…give me a few moments and I’ll be ready to go.” His hands reach for your waist and he adjusts you so he can feel you better.

“Not that I mind where this is going, Puddin, but you really have to see this.”

He blinks a few times, getting his eyes used to the image of your fingers close to his face.

“Baby doll, is that a wed..” You don’t let him finish.

“Yes, yes it is and…lookie here, you have one too!”

The Joker gazes at his wedding band, then at your ring, then at your face.

“Did we fucking get married last night?”

“Apparently?…” you make it a question, waiting for his reaction.

He stretches with a big smirk. Suddenly, you feel it and you giggle.

“Mister J, you weren’t joking about being ready in a few moments.”

“You know me, everything to make my Pumpkin happy.” He grabs your hand and kisses it and you get lost in his blue eyes.

“Relax, baby, it’s Vegas. We can cancel that piece of paper anytime we want.”

You sigh without answering and he takes a hold of your hips, shifting you over so he’s on top of you now.

“Say, Kitten…how would Batsy…” he thrusts into you and you let out a laud moan “…react if he finds out we got hitched?”

His forehead rests on yours, not breaking eye contact, holding your hands above your head, fingers intertwined with yours. Your breathing is getting heavy, he knows how to make you lose control.

“He would…ahhhhh…send us to Arkham (loud scream) again, certified nut jobs.”

“That he would,” the Joker snickers, kissing you roughly. “Hmmm,” he growls, “you feel so good, Kitten.” You squeeze him harder in between your legs, arching your back in ecstasy.

“You look so sexy with that wedding ring on, my prettyyyy…” he purrs in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “It really turns me on.” J’s lips kiss your breasts, going up you neck, then find your lips again. At this point, both your breathings are erratic; your body is on fire, so needy for his.

“Puddin…” you whisper ”we should do this more often.”

“What, doll, get married?”

“No, sex in Vegas”, you reply with a naughty smirk on your face.

He starts laughing.

“Well, damn, let’s do it more often then, Misses J.”

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anonymous asked:

in 125 before Kaneki touches Touka's face and she puts her hand over it, in the full-body panel of them kissing where you see his right hand already on her face, I think her left hand is also caressing his face

Yesss! he’s touching her chin and she’s also touching his chin, ashdkjasdghaksd, so cute…

Perfect Date

Author: Mikala
Characters: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: Approx. 2,800
Warnings: Probably swearing. Talk of injury and blood. 
Author’s Note: Hey, guys! Here’s a (mostly) fluffy Nat fic! Hope y’all like it! Feedback is appreciated.

Originally posted by greenahrrow

Reader’s POV

“Y/N? Y/N? Where the hell are you?” You vaguely recognized your name being called; but it sounded off to you, too close. It took you a moment to realize it was being spoken directly into your ear. You coughed, then turned your head to the side to spit out the blood that came with it. The pavement was rough on your cheek. You heard your name again, a voice that almost sounded frantic, and you finally pegged it to be Natasha. You looked back up at the sky above you before answering.

“Hey, Romanoff.” You paused for a second after speaking, hearing a sigh of relief from her. “Can’t you ever take me on a date where we don’t end up covered in blood?” Your question made Natasha laugh, a sound of relief that came from your earpiece and vibrated through your skull. It was out of place among the shouts and gunshots that echoed through the air.  

“Wouldn’t be much of a date then, in my opinion,” she answered, and you could practically hear the smirk on her face. You had no idea where she was, but you hoped she was close. “Where are you? Are you hurt?” She asked.

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The Avukana Buddha statue, Sri Lanka. 

Standing at just over 42 feet tall, the Avukana Buddha is one of the tallest statues in Sri Lanka, and is built out of solid granite. It dates back to the reign of King Dathusena during the 5th century. 

With the raised right hand with the palm facing the raised left hand, which is touching the left shoulder, it stands on a lotus, which is carved separately and placed under it. […] The existence of some ruins of a brick and stone wall surrounding the statue indicates that originally it was in a shrine or image house. The robe clings to the body and the intricately carved pleats and folds show the influence of the Gandhara School of sculpture. The statue is considered to be one of the best sculptures of a standing Buddha, not only in Sri Lanka, but also throughout the Buddhist world.

There is a theory that this image is the work of a sculptor named Bana; a statue that is very similar to this, but only partially finished, is located in a village nearby and attributed to him. However, a further theory suggests that the great image at Avukana is the work of his teacher. The story goes that the two statues were the result of a competition between a master and his pupil. While the master sculpted the Avukana statue, the pupil (Bana) made one nearby. Whoever finished his work first was to ring a bell. The master finished first and won the competition, while is pupil left his work unfinished. The Avukana statue is considered the better of the two.

-W. Vivian De Thabrew, Monuments and Temples of Orthodox Buddhism in India and Sri Lanka (2013).

Photos courtesy & taken by Dhammika Heenpella.

As Simple As That - Back to Love Part 2

Part 2 of Back to Love, hope you enjoy it!

DeanxReader

Words: 1700ish

Warnings: Angst, Sad!Sam (Yeah, that should be a warning), Swearing

Just for the record, I love Lisa… This was just a request and it ended having a second part! Thank you all for your lovely messages, they make my day! I love you and enjoy!

@lauraboline @asparkshinesbright @nemesris @redlittlefox @the-mrs-deanwinchester @bovaria @abaddonwithyall @ilostmyshoereads @but-deans-back-tho @msimpala67 @krista200022 

Back to Love Pt 1 

Originally posted by marilynmay

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Playing With Fire

A/N: I finally got this done after agonizing over a few parts these past couple of days >w< But this piece is for/dedicated to @kristicles and is based on this stunning piece of art she drew of Riza. Krista, thank you for being so cool and wonderful, and for contributing such amazing art to this fandom! owo I hope you enjoy~!


Riza Hawkeye had never been one to flaunt her body; always the one to cover up as much as she could for fear that her past and scars would be showcased to the world. She was never one to strive to be the center of attention, instead opting to blend into the background whenever possible. Riza was a watcher, a listener, as demonstrated by her successes as a sharpshooter. She was more than well-equipped for removing herself by fading into the shadows.

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Olympian (BuckyxReader)

Summary: You and Bucky are stuck in a hotel for a week until Steve is able to pick you up. Cold nights are long nights for both you and Bucky.

Author’s Note: Happy birthday, Sebastian Stan! Here’s another oneshot. Next thing that comes out will be the next (and final) part of the Widow Maker will come out, and then Daddy’s Little Girl. Enjoy!

Originally posted by romanian-plum


  You dropped the mud-covered duffel bag onto the floor after you walked through the door. Kicking it over to the side more, you moved farther in the room. A sigh passed through your lips as you rubbed your hand over your face, which grew sore from being worn out and tired.

  The door shut, and you turned your head. Bucky leaned against the door, cringing, and let go of his bag. He looked as bad as you assumed you appeared–maybe better.

  Both of you locked eyes. Bucky said, “That sucked.”

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I knew it

Can I get an imagine where the reader and Peter both obviously like eachother and everyone on the island knows it except them two thanks 😊

I sat in a tree reading a book when I heard some lost boys yell my name. I looked down to see them motioning for me to come down. I did and looked and them. “Can I help you? I’m a bit busy?” One of them smirked and grabbed my book out of my hands. “Where did you get this?” I crossed my arms. “You know where Ronald.” “Hmh your boyfriend?” “Friend actually, best friend now give me back my book.” I demanded while standing up straighter. He chuckled and looked around at his friends. “You see that boys? She think she can take us on.” “No, I’m just asking for you to give me my book back. I’m not asking for a fight we can settle this-” I was cut of by him slapping me. Hard. “Listen little girl, I know that Pan has a crush on you and you get special treatment but that won’t fly with us. He hasn’t made you queen.” He harshly shoved the book into my chest and walked off.

I stood in shock, my cheek stinging. Of course Ronald and his friends had always been rude but they never harmed me. It was only his group that had a problem with me and Pan. Everyone on camp thought he held feelings for me. Of course I had feelings for him but I just couldn’t think of him holding them back. I let a breath on and touched my cheek, winced and put my hand down. “Hey chicky.” I heard Felix say. I hid my face in my hair. “Hey.” I said. “Bad skin day?” I let out a shaky laugh and he sighed. “Y/N.” He said while brushing my hair out of my face. He turned my chin and looked at my cheek. He filled with rage, grabbed my hand and stomped off. “Wow wow wow Felix lets just calm down.” I said struggling to keep up with his fast pace. He just tightened his grip and started to walk faster. Felix always had anger issues towards people he cares about. It’s mostly why his family hated him. Soon enough he stopped caring and was taken to Neverland. Felix would kill for me and although that scared me I was always able to calm him down. But he had never iron gripped my hand before so I just let him drag me through the forest. We stopped outside Pan’s cabin and Felix banged on the door.

Oh that’s gonna make Pan mad.

Pan threw open the door but paused when he saw the scene in front of him. “What’s going on here.” He asked. Felix let go of my hand he was about to say something but I cut him off. “Felix why don’t you go cool off I’ll take care of this, okay?” I said looking at him. He huffed and walked off. I left a soft hand touch my face. “Y/N, what happened to your face?” Pan asked his voice full of anger. “Nothing, I fell.” “Yeah that’s why it’s in the shape of a hand.” He scoffed. I sighed and walked into his cabin. He followed me and closed the door, I headed straight to his kitchen, grabbed a cloth, soaked it in cold water and put it on my stinging cheek. “You don’t have to do that, here.” He took the cloth off and touched his warm hand on my cheek. It stung a bit but then stopped. I looked into his green eyes and he looked into mine. “I need to know who did this to you, I can’t have people running around hurting you.” “You let other lost boys run around get hurt.” “You’re different.” “Because I’m a girl?” “Because I-” He stopped talking. We where so close I could feel his breath on my face. “Because why Peter?” His hand came to my head and he rested his forehead on mine. “Because I’m in love with you Y/N.” I was so ready for the “I told you so’s.” From every single lost boy. “I, I love you too.” He looked into my eyes to see if I was lying. I guess I passed because he leaned in and pressed his soft lips on mine. I instantly kissed back and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I knew it!” We both looked behind Peter to see Felix with the biggest smile ever.