#collection 14

[twoseparatecoursesmeet]

Passing Scenery, 1960

[thejonymyster]

i am isolated from my peers

[erinwantstowrite]

what would be the reaction of each one of the bats to peter hugging them out of the blue ?

i actually have an entire page in my notebook dedicated to keeping track of this (mostly it was a prompt to get in the writing mood but now it's a reference)

Dick: obviously met with joy and an immediate hug back, they will not be letting go until 30 minutes later. he is crying but trying not to let Peter tell that he is. yes he does this nearly every time

Bruce: i think he would cry. Bruce doesn't cry often (in front of people at least) but if this happened he would get all teary eyed. mostly because he's thinking back to when Dick was that age and he would hug Bruce + he knows it's a big sign of trust if Peter is hugging you. he'd also hug Peter back but it'd take him a second to figure out what's going on

Jason: freezes for long enough that Peter pulls away and says 'sorry.' this happens a few times before Jason is used to it and he hugs Peter back. he also now has to make up for how he reacted before so Peter's the only one allowed to hug him for more than five seconds (I hc that Jay isn't great with physical affection like he was Before but he does like physical affection.)

Tim: he's used to Dick's random hugs so while he wasn't expecting it the first time and he took a second, he gets the hang of this very fast and he hugs Peter back every time

Steph: absolutely overjoyed. she'll be confused but she's the one who hugs him back and swings him around. she will continue to be happy for the rest of the day. she's more used to Peter hugs (1. because of Dick, just like Tim but also 2. because Peter isn't as hesitant around her).

Duke: confusion, awkward hug with a pat on the back the first few times. the more hugs he gets, the more comfortable he is with it. the first hug = "If anything happens to this kid I will end the world as we know it." and by the fourth surprise hug Duke has learned to hug Peter first

Cass: she's not surprised at all. she knew it would be coming and by the time Peter figures out he wants to hug her, she's opened her arms. i think Cass would love gentle hugs for herself, but often knows what type of hugs other people need/like best. like sometimes you just need a hug that crushes you a little bit and other times you just want someone there. Cass has it figured out

Dami: SWEARS that Peter is being so weird and so awful but the longer he's away from the League and the more he hangs out with his family the more he understands that he likes physical affection. He hugs Peter back but it's hesitant the first few times. Later on, though, Dami accepts and gives hugs. and if Dami is sitting on the couch Peter will flop onto the couch with his entire body weight. Dami promises to kill him every time but never goes through with it. they'll chill there for a little bit. classic sibling bothering.

Babs: has been used to hugs from Dick for a while, but she's surprised to realize that Peter trusts her that much. that's also when she realizes how much she cares about him and, like Duke, decides that if anything happened to Peter, she'd make someone rue the day

Alfred: just like with all of his grandchildren, Alfie doesn't initiate the hug first. but they know that if they want a hug, Alfie's there for them.

[hyo-rin-ff14]

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[lucien-aventine]

Tank + Healer

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[sanccharine]

15:14 | ny

pjo au

pairing: daughter of poseidon!nayeon x child of medea!reader

genre: angst

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none :]  

a/n: actually no idea what this is but enjoy ? definitely filled with errors <3 also i say medea, though it could be any magic/sorcery based god/goddess – in my head more circe and hecate and pasiphae type

You stand by the pier, watching dark waters move into the sand, pulling as it smoothens the land, before then receding back into its original form. 

Perhaps, you shouldn’t have come. 

Nayeon watches you with a frown. Her lustrous dark hair, stray strands whipping past her face with the salty wind even when she’s tucked it behind both ears. She usually hates it when it isn’t in place as she prefers, though for some reason, she does not bother to tie her hair back. 

“You’re certain?” She asks, her voice small, barely audible in the night. 

You look away from the waves that flatten the sand and up into her determined gaze. Her eyes were a well of emotions; frustration, hope…desperation. When she looks at you like that, you wonder how you ever find it in yourself to say no to her. But then, you also loathe it, how she weaponizes your weakness for her. Moments like this make you wonder why you even let her convince you, talk to you. 

Though, you suppose that's what the sea is like. An unpredictable force, a nasty current that pulls and drags you under if you are not careful. That was Nayeon. 

“Please,” she steps towards you at the same time you take a step back. A dance the pair of you have perfected. “Please.”

Nayeon’s frown deepens. When her pleading goes unanswered, her feelings of desperation give way to the simmering frustration just beneath the surface. Anyone can tell, Nayeon wears her expressions with no masks. You can tell just from the way she pursed her lips, her jaw locking in place as her eyes darken, growing stormy, just by a fraction. 

Besides, look at the water; almost glowing under the light of the full moon, the tides increasing in speed just enough the sea foam begins to froth as it crashes into stray rocks, eroding them into sand before your very eyes. 

Nayeon asks again with her hand extending out to fill the chasm between you. 

“Please come with me,” she pleads like no child of Poseidon should. “Please.” 

When you only stare at her hand, Nayeon tries one last time. 

“I can’t do this without you.” 

The sounds of waves crashing against the shore, against the pier, fills your mind. 

The smell of salt stings your senses, making you teary-eyed…yes, the salt. 

The biting cold of the droplets that fall at your bare feet reminds you where you stand…in front of whom you stand. 

“I can’t do this with you.” 

You don’t give her a chance to speak. To yell. To convince. 

To drag you in like the current she is. 

With a snap of your fingers, the mist hides Nayeon completely from your vision. And in turn, you from her. Powerful enough, it could be an illusion…powerful enough, a child of Poseidon wouldn’t be able to take a step forward to find you. 

You don’t take pride in tricking her—protecting her—whatever you think it is you’re doing. But it is something you must do. 

When the ocean comes to a near still, the waves half the force they’d just been…you knew this would be the last you’d see of Nayeon.   

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: i might like writing guys, that's crazyyyyyy anygays hope you have a good day/night :]

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[14dayswithyou]

the 14dwy brainrot is REAL i am here to ask more about my spouse for my stalker doc about them :3c

can i ask what sort of interest moth has with bugs? is it like aesthetics wise, an informational interest like studying them or just a "hehe bugs are neat :3" sorta thing?

While I know the name "Moth" was something they've went by since their childhood, i did notice that on certain answers with Moth, bugs are mentioned/seen positively by them (like one mentioning that their pokemon team would consist of various bug types, moth being happy if angel was a bug enthusiast, im assuming they dont fear them either based on how close their heart is to the "squashes bug w/ shoe" choice of the "understand my ship" meme, and also just the nickname "Lovebug" too dkdjsjsjs) This is also just me wondering if im overanalyzing.....

i will say i may have to consider divorce if moth will collect bugs, i will cry if one's near me </3 /j/lh i hope i linked those posts right.... i am nawt doublechecking

✦゜ANSWERED: It's been one of their special interests since they were young!

Because Moth would always play in their family garden/backyard as a child, they would often return home with worn holes in their clothes. Their parents affectionately called them "Moth" because of this, and it eventually stuck (and kickstarted their interest in bugs)!!

I also don't think Moth would collect living bugs just because it'd be difficult (and dangerous) to maintain with all their younger siblings around, but I'm sure they would've enjoyed those butterfly terrariums as a kid! So if you didn't want them keeping any insects inside the house (or coming anywhere near you), then it's safe to assume that they won't bring any home lmao

[fleatomatosauce]

Cringetober 2024

Day 14: incorrect quote

Watch this empath IMMEDIATELY destroy this narcissists ego!!! Jkjk James found the joke funny

[tsmerch]

SELF-TITLED BUTTERFLY TOTE BAG (x)

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[twoseparatecoursesmeet]

A Honolulu Street, circa 1960

[marstyler42]

What if the organizing of the cases in the O.I.A.R being different from how they were organized in TMA with the original 14 entities is causing a remanifestation where the separations between the new entities are completely different. What if by organizing the cases and they are single-handedly driving this universes interpretations of the fears. They aren't categorizing existing things, they are creating the boundaries.

[hakurenamnell]

Sun Worshiper

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[hyo-rin-ff14]

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[muddyorbsblr]

midnight cravings

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Summary: Deciding to take advantage of the fully stocked pantry within the Avengers Compound, you go down there only to realize that Loki has the same idea, and he decides he'd much rather enjoy his little snack with you. And on you.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even try me, i am not the one); fingering; oral (f receiving); improper use of whipped cream; language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers; friends to lovers; hints of mutual pining

You huffed in your bedroom, staring up at the ceiling that was only faintly illuminated by a small crack of light peeking through your blackout curtains. Ever since you'd become a fifth wheel in your friend group, numerous girls nights had been swapped out with double date nights for Wanda and Nat with their respective husbands, Vision and Bucky.

And while you were happy for them, that also left you all alone in the tower with nothing to do on an otherwise fine Friday night -- well, Saturday morning, technically speaking.

"Well maybe if you could just lower your expectation from black hair, a thousand years old, and Asgardian, maybe you could actually pull someone and you'd be able to make it a triple date night. Ever think of that, Y/L/N?" you grumbled to yourself, finally accepting defeat that at least for the next few hours,  you weren't getting any sleep.

You padded over to the front door of your apartment, slipping on your fluffy loafer slippers, and walked out into the compound to make yourself a snack. Just because you weren't currently out with your friends and eating your fill of pasta or chimichangas or whatever cuisine it was that they  ultimately decided on didn't mean that you were gonna let yourself starve through the night.

The sound of metal clinking against ceramic stopped you in your tracks, the notes of the song you were humming carelessly dying on your lips. You were about to turn back around and take your chances at seeing what was still open on Postmates when a voice spoke up.

"You needn't turn away, Y/N. I'm not my brother, I promise you I'm covered enough."

Your shoulders slumped as you let out an inaudible sigh at the sound of Loki's voice. Of course it had to be  him. Probably out for a snack after sending home his latest conquest.

"Now how'd you know it was me?" It took all your strength to resist the urge to buckle your knees when he came into view and you realized that his definition of 'covered enough' was a pair of green sweatpants and nothing else.

"Come on, darling, I'd know your voice anywhere." To the best of your ability, you tried to hide that, like clockwork, his calling you 'darling' sent a rush of wetness pooling between your legs. "I thought you'd joined your friends tonight."

"Oh, uhm… it was more a couples thing, I would've been out of place," you mumbled, trying to focus on taking out one of the fudgesicles out of the freezer instead of the god's current proximity to your body. You popped the frozen treat into your mouth and began to make your way back to your apartment. "Later, Mischief," you mumbled around the treat.

The feel of his hand taking yours stopped you in your tracks. "You know that if you spill even a drop of that onto the floors, Stark's wife will have your head." Dammit, he was right. Pepper had chewed everyone out in the Compound at least once. It was an unspoken Avengers rite of passage at this point. "Join me."

No matter how soft spoken the words were, and uncharacteristically so for the Asgardian, they reached your ears like a command. One you'd be an entire clown to defy. You masked your sigh by taking a bite out of the chocolate-flavored treat, plopping yourself down on one of the bar stools. "What're you doing up anyways?"

His mouth upturned in a smirk at the muffled way your words came out. "I do not require as much rest as you Midgardians seem to need. In truth I'd just woken up."

"Ah, so your current bed buddy's still tuckered out?" You nearly bit your tongue at the sight of his jaw clenching at your question, wishing you had a time machine so you could rewind back a few moments and stop yourself from saying something so stupid.

Hell, rewind back a few minutes and stop yourself from even stepping out of your apartment.

You didn't bother to hide how your breath hitched as he stepped closer to you, his hand reaching up to start twirling a lock of your hair around a wickedly long finger. "I stopped playing the game of 'bed buddies' long ago, dear Y/N. That has been a game only my brother has partaken in as of late, seeing as Barnes has found a sense of home and permanence with the Widow."

Something in the way he said the words felt like a stinging slap across your face. "Are you--jealous? Of Bucky?"

Of course it was Natasha. With how fucking gorgeous she is, this isn't even surprising. Still hurts like a motherfucker, though, you hissed inwardly. You tried to hide your disappointment by taking another bite of the fudgesicle, trying to swirl the frozen morsel around your mouth to induce a brain freeze you knew would never come.

"In part, yes. But not because he'd built a life with Romanoff. Rather because of what he has instead of who he has it with. I could only be so fortunate for the woman I crave to want me in return. To find a semblance of home with me as I do when I'm around her."

"Whoever she is either has horrible taste if she doesn't want you back, or is oblivious as fuck," you thought out loud as you bit off the last of the chocolate flavored treat. The words escaped you before you could even think of filtering them. "Shoot your shot. You never know she might want you back after all and all your worries are for nothing."

You chucked the little popsicle stick in the direction of the trash bin, comically throwing your hands up in the air as you watched it fall into the little receptacle.

"Perhaps you're right," you heard him mumble before he grabbed the back of your neck and held you in place as he leaned in and captured your lips with his in a fevered kiss. Your gasp from the suddenness of his actions giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and glide against your own, feeling your body weaken in his hold as he groaned into your mouth.

All rational thought left your head as you felt his fingers weaving through your hair, his free hand traveling down to the back of your knee, putting the slightest bit of pressure on the sensitive spot and coaxing you to part your legs just enough for him to step in between them. You whimpered against him as he wrapped his arm around you, pressing against you until your hips were flush against each other.

"What if I told you that I craved you, little mortal?" he asked as he kissed a trail down your neck, sucking a bruise into the spot between your neck and shoulder. "That every time our paths would cross, my thoughts are consumed by the image of seeing your lips swollen from my kiss? And I often find myself unable to lay in my own bed without thinking what it would be like to have you there beside me?" He made his way back up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss before pressing his forehead to yours, the bridge of his nose nestled almost perfectly against your own. "What would you say then, darling?"

Your answer came at a nearly inaudible level, finding it difficult to even breathe properly at his admission. "I would say that I feel the same."

There was a fluttering in your stomach as you watched a brilliant smile grace his features before he pressed his lips to yours again, chuckling against you as you let out a muffled yelp  when he tightened his hold on you and lifted you off your seat. Wrapping your legs around him led you both to groan into the kiss, his free hand reaching over to take something from the counter before he broke the kiss. "Open."

He raised a can of whipped cream to your mouth, a devious smirk on his face. You let out a giggle as he aimed the nozzle between your parted lips and placed a large dollop of the cold aerated concoction on your tongue, the sound quickly morphing into a moan as he covered your mouth with his and felt his tongue coaxing the whipped cream into his own mouth.

You didn't even notice that he'd used his seiðr to bring you to his bedroom until he'd laid you down on the silken sheet covered mattress, the god crawling up your body as if you were prey he'd just ensnared. He smirked at the little squeak you made when he knelt above you, his hands grasping at the center of your nightdress and ripping it down the middle, baring you to him.

"Oh, min lille kjære," he murmured, touching his fingers to the soaked fabric of your panties before snapping the sides apart and pulling the rendered scrap of clothing off you, devoid of pause as he stuffed the fabric into the pocket of his sweatpants. Your pulse hammered against the side of your neck as you watched the can of whipped cream materialize in his hand once again. "Lay your head back."

Your view shifted from his face to the ceiling as you followed his command, your pulse quickening in excitement as your head swam with the possibilities of what he could do. You didn't have to wait long, feeling within seconds the cool substance piling up on the base of your throat. The way he let out a sound of appreciation at the sight before him had you thrumming with anticipation, eager to know the feel of his lips on your skin again.

Instead, you felt another mound of the whipped cream piling up between your breasts, and another one just above your navel. "You look worlds better than any delectable little morsel I could have in that pantry, min lille kjære," he murmured before his mouth descended onto your body, licking and sucking the whipped cream he placed on you. "You've spoiled me, dear Y/N."

The sound that escaped you was incoherent, barely even resembling a human let alone yourself, as you tried to ask him to elaborate.

Loki chuckled against your skin, the sound sending a deliciously sinful thrill all throughout your body, down to the tips of your fingers. "You've given me my new favorite way to enjoy dessert, darling." Your legs twitched involuntarily as you felt his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing along your folds and coating the  wickedly long digits in your arousal. "Atop the most sinfully beautiful woman I've encountered across the Nine Realms."

Your moans echoed around the room as he slid his fingers into your slick entrance, curling them upward and making your hips jerk upwards and off the bed. All the while he kept his lips latched onto the skin above your navel, sucking and licking at the spot despite the whipped cream being long gone.

"That's it, sweet girl. You're so wondrously responsive for me, so deliciously wet," he growled, moving his head to close his lips around the stiffened peak of your nipple, eliciting a broken moan of his name from your lips. "Let go, my darling. Let me feel you come apart by my hand." He placed the pad of his thumb on your clit and began to rub against it, mirroring the movements with his tongue against your nipple.

That was all you needed to go over the edge, the pleasure overtaking you as your walls convulsed around his fingers, your legs shaking from the sheer strength of your climax hitting you and setting every last nerve on your body alight.

Your mind was a mess as you watched him withdraw his fingers from you, your heartbeat pulsing violently at the sides of your head as he squirted a mound of whipped cream on his fingers before placing them into his mouth, unabashedly sucking his fingers clean of the mixture of the sweet concoction and your release.

"You taste divine, my precious little mortal," he rasped, chuckling darkly as he watched you squirm under his ardent gaze. "But I think it would taste even better directly from the source."

"Loki…" you whimpered, the raven-haired god smirking as he moved his way down your body, placing your thighs on his broad shoulders before reaching for the can of whipped cream again, shaking the container in a sensually menacing manner. "Mischief, what are you--OH!"

You gasped at the feel of the cold substance escaping the can and making contact with your soaking heat, his name escaping your lips in stuttered pleas and moans the moment you heard the now empty can clatter to the ground and felt his tongue start lapping at the mix of your slick arousal and the sweet aerated cream. He placed his hands on either side of your hips and lifted you off the mattress, preventing you from squirming away from him as he devoured you.

It didn't take long for him to bring you to another orgasm, your hips jerking against his mouth as he eased you down from your high, taking long, slow strokes at your entrance with his tongue, the deliciously sinful sounds from his mouth putting you in a place of complete contentment.

He set your body back down on the bed, giving you a few moments to catch your breath while pressing soft kisses to your stomach, working his way up to your mouth. When your tongues met, you could taste the mix of the sweet whipped cream and your release on his tongue, creating a heady combination that had your mind spiraling in a shameless decadence of it all.

When your breathing began to even out, he began to hook your legs around his waist, pulling you to him with a slight tug and knocking the air out of your lungs again. You whined his name as you tried to raise your head to look at him, earning you a low chuckle from him. "Oh, min elskede," he cooed at you, thumbs lightly stroking the tops of your thighs. "Did you truly think I was even anywhere near finished with you for tonight?"

A/N: Aaaaa when I tell y'all that this is one of the stories that had me staring at the wall for a few minutes after thinking of some of the sequences that went down for it 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I can't believe that in a few short days, this project will officially be done for me 😳 I hope y'all have liked the filth so far because there's still 3 days left and we still have 2 Loki stories and 1 lusty vicar story to get through 🥵

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