#400 follower spoil-fest

[stellaronhvnters]

INTRODUCING THE STELLAWEEN FEST !

following elio’s letter, the hunters prepare themselves for the challenges ahead - on the journey of saviors. what awaits them at this festival of terrors? sign up here!

✦ I N F O R M A T I O N L O G : being in the discord server is required for the entire course of the event.

PUMPKIN PATCH 🎃 ( SEP. 28 - OCT. 6 )

a step closer to the haunted house lies in the pumpkin patch - deserted and abandoned. players are to choose a pumpkin species in order to receive a separate list of one-worded prompts. you will choose a prompt from your list only, which will only be revealed once everyone has chosen their pumpkin. read the instructions.

there are two pumpkin species you can choose from, each with their own lists of one-worded prompts.

the minimum word limit is 600, but if you’d like to write above the limit - feel free to do so!

use the tag [ stwf : pumpkin patch! ] for your submission ^_^ the due date is october 6th.

SCAVENGER HUNT 🕸️ ( OCT. 8 - OCT. 14 )

out of the pumpkin patch, you find a note in red ink - demanding you play their games to prevent the worst outcome from occurring. you will be tasked to submit a number at the end of the period, the number being the total number of pumpkins, ghosts, and webs you find in both the stellaronhvnters blog & the discord server.

you can search anywhere in both places for these hidden items, you are not restricted by any means. this could include: stellaronhvnters tags (blog), channel names (server), previous channel messages from admin yona & mod mhie (server), etc.

There are due dates for the number of individual items.

# of Pumpkins (due october 10th)

# of Ghosts (due october 12th)

# of Webs (due october 14th) + total of all three.

make sure your discord dms are opened in order for me to occasionally check for your number.

be sure to keep a number for each item (example. 🎃 - 3, 👻 - 6, 🕸️ - 9)

you are NOT allowed to share your numbers with anyone else.

the first 3 people to submit the correct number of pumpkins, ghosts, and webs will be able to choose new colors to add to the color list in the server.

HAUNTED HOUSE 👻 ( OCT. 16 - OCT. 23 )

it appears you’ve been separated from your peers the second you enter the house of the wicked, green hands breaking through the wooden tiles - reaching for your ankles as a form of sabotage. you will be placed into groups in order to collaborate on content that represents your organization’s (ex. house of the hearth, stellaron hunters, ten stonehearts, etc.) experience inside of a haunted house.

do not spoil any part of your writing/art with any other groups.

if by chance there is an artist in an all writers group - the artist is tasked to create a non-colored sketch based on the 400 wc (or more) drabble.

if the group is all writers, the wc limit of your fic will be extended to 800. you can exceed this limit if you wish to.

if your group is all artists, you’re all required to collaborate on a colored art piece (does not require complicated detailing / background due to the timeframe + does not have to include every member of the organization your group is assigned, just 1!) as long as it sticks with the theme. you are not required to post these.

MURDER MYSTERY 🐺 ( OCT. 25 - 31 )

the finish stretch … you have entered a game of Werewolves which includes: a medic who can save the other players, the Werewolves who can kill the players, and the rest are bystanders who have to try and figure out who the Werewolves are. when ‘night’ falls, the players then all close their eyes and the Hostess asks the Werewolves who they want to kill. then, the doctor is asked who they want to save. the players all open their eyes as ‘day’ breaks, and the Hostess announces whether someone died that night. If the Werewolves kills the same person as the doctor saved, they live, otherwise they die. the players then discuss who they think the Werewolves are and vote to lynch someone. It then repeats until the Werewolves are the only ones left, or are killed.

you are NOT allowed to expose your role, werewolves can pretend to be citizens and even vice versa to throw bystanders off.

the number of rounds played will extend until the date reaches October 31st.

make sure your dms are opened to receive your roles!

[chouetteffraie]

Life Update / Why I’ve Been Quiet

Hey all!! I know a lot of you aren’t particularly worried about my engagement and how my updates are coming along, but I thought it’d be nice to let you know where and how I’ve been!

As you know, I finished my first week of this year of college! That’s why I’ve been running on a queue recently- I haven’t really had time to do more. I’m still adjusting to having so much to do during the day AND get my writing done, so updates may be a bit sporadic until I can figure out my schedule. The first week is just syllabus week, after all, and the real work starts now.

Things I’m working on now:

400 follower prompts! I currently have 6 in my inbox/drafts and I’m slowly but surely working on them!! They aren’t closed yet (mainly bc I’ve been quiet on here and haven’t updated y’alls on inbox status) so be sure send some in if you’d like one or two or five!

5 + 1 things fic. I meant to update it last night but didn’t get around to it, so hopefully I’ll get an update out tonight....? Or at least soon! I don’t want it to take forever to update and finish!

Angst fest assignment! (That’s all I’m gonna say so I don’t accidentally spoil it lol)

Things I plan to work on soon:

A short chuuaku fic

A short kunikidazai fic

Two short rarepair fics (I want them to be a surprise lol)

Probably a dazatsu fic or two because *gestures at blog*

Now, one more thing I wanted to address: 

LONGER FICS.

I know about a month ago I said I wanted to have a longer fic posted by around this time. Well......I don’t think that’s going to happen lol. Thinking I could start a multichap fic at the same time school started was a little ambitious, I admit, so I don’t think I’ll be posting it soon.

HOWEVER.

I do have a fic drafted out and I’d like to start writing it on my own time soon. So, hopefully once I finish the above and plot out my time needed for school, maybe then I can post it? I’ll keep you updated, but for now, these smaller projects will have to do. I hope you don’t mind.

As always, feel free to come into my inbox to chat! I know I’ve been kinda mia recently but I’ve just been busy. I’d love to talk to you all (inbox is just easier for me to keep track of lol) so don’t be shy! That’s why I have anon turned on! 

Anyway, I hope you’re not disappointed with this update, especially on the longer fic. I know at least one person was excited about it and it sucks to know I might be disappointing them. I’ll try to keep you all updated as much as you like, though, and hopefully I can plot out a writing schedule and stick to it soon.

Thanks for sticking around to the end! Might I just say that you look lovely today?

-Kenna

[x-childish-x]

Not That Hard

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x reader

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: mutual pining, cursing, fluff

Word Count: 461

A/N: Enjoy the 400 follower spoil-fest!! Thank you so much for all the love and support. I hope you enjoy this story and that you enjoy this spoil-fest! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged and greatly appreciated! Just another quick little Drabble for y'all!

Summary: There's something you've been meaning to tell Peter and it comes out in possibly the worst way.

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You sighed, looking down at your phone in frustration. Sure, it wasn't hard to tell your crush that you liked them, but to you, it felt literally impossible to tell Peter you liked him. You were just about 100% sure that he didn't like you that way and that he only saw you as a friend.

Not that you were ungrateful! You were so immensely grateful for the opportunity to be Peter's friend. He was the dorkiest, sweetest person you'd ever met, and that was what made you like him so much. He never failed to make you smile. He was always happy to spend time with you and make you laugh. He'd even hold you and take you for runs, and damn, you wished you could just take it to the next level.

Your phone dinged as Jean replied to your previous text, "Just do it. It won't end badly. Trust me."

You groaned, quickly texting Jean back, sending a photo of Peter and you, "I'm too nervous. I just wish he would like me back."

"Peter is right next to me!!!"

Your heart dropped as you panicked. A yelp escaped your mouth as you tossed your phone across the room, and you immediately began pacing. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What if Peter saw it! Oh god, he was going to freak out. He'd probably think you were a freak. Your heart remained in your stomach at the realization that you most likely just screwed over your chance with the one person you never wanted to mess anything up with.

"Who said I didn't like you?"

Your scream filled the air as you jumped, spinning around to see none other than Peter. His signature smirk was plastered on his face as you grasped your chest, desperately trying to calm down your heart. But how could you? How could anyone remain calm around Peter with his smile and goofy attitude and a caring personality?

"Peter! I-I-I.. oh crap!" You gasped out, looking around your room for some way to get out of your situation.

"(Y/n), calm down. It's okay," Peter smiled, walking up to you, "I like you too."

"Y-y-you do?"

"How could I not?" Peter winked at you playfully, gently grasping one of your hands and pulling you into his chest, "What do you say we go for a run to get some ice cream. It'll be my treat, our first date. Then I can properly ask you out."

Smiling up at Peter, you nodded eagerly, throwing all caution to the wind. Peter liked you, actually liked you back, and that made you ecstatic. As you clung to Peter and prepared for him you run, you thought that maybe it wasn't that hard to tell your crush that you liked them.

General Taglist: @nowthisisdark​ @techssexythighs​

[x-childish-x]

Important Update

Hello my lovelies!!

Firstly, holy crap I hit 400 followers. That's literally insane and I can't even begin to express how incredibly thankful I am. Your motivation and support means so so much to me. I appreciate each and every one of you, so so much. You all allow me to write and follow my passion while also making others happy. So thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so so much.

Now, I noticed awhile ago that I was getting close to hitting 400, and I was trying to think of what to do to celebrate. I brainstormed through many, many ideas and finally decides I simply wanted to spoil all of you.

I've been working away from the past week or so, writing loads of stories and quick dribbles for you guys in hopes to put everything out this week. However, thanks to my terrible internet, my computer crashed last night and I lost about half of the works. I'm currently working to get everything back, rewrite and get it all prepared for you all.

I'm hoping, that this weekend I can officially announce the x-childish-x 400 Follower Spoil-Fest!!! The announcement will include dates and a rough outline of what you all can expect. Don't worry! There's going to be a little bit for everyone!!! If you're worried that a character you'd like to see won't get feature, send an ask and I'll make sure to include them!!

Once again, thank you so much for all the support. I hope you can wait just a little bit longer, I promise I had loads coming 😊😊

[x-childish-x]

400 Follower Spoil-Fest!!

After a much too long wait because I’m terrible :) , x-childish-x’s 400 Follower Spoil-Fest officially begins now!! It will last all the way until Saturday the 21st! 

Two-Three stories will be released daily!! Keep a look out!! This is my way of thanking you and spoiling you all with stories to give back for all the love you all give me! Enjoy!!!

[x-childish-x]

hello, can i request anakin x fem!reader where they have smex (😏) in front of a mirror and anakin says nsfw prompt 48 as he fks her 🙃 thank u, i love ur writing luv 💞

Mirror, Mirror

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, rough sex, slight choking kink, slight praise kink,

Word Count: 495

A/N: Welcome to the end of the 400 Follower Spoil Fest!! I'm working my hardest to continue getting stories out for you and hopefully I'll be posting more daily or every other day in this upcoming week. Once again thank you all so much for the love and support. I appreciate it so much! I hope you enjoy this story and I hope the request is what you wanted. Thank you so much for this, I'm sorry it's short but it's literally pure smut. Enjoy! Feedback is welcome and encouraged!!

Summary: Anakin decides that you deserve to see the beautiful view you are during sex.

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Anakin gripped your hair, pulling your head back so your eyes locked on your form in the mirror. Anakin pounded in and out of you relentlessly, each thrust filling you completely, and leaving you crying in pleasure. His grasp on your hair dropped, wrapping itself around your neck and pulling a deep whimper from your chest.

"Watch yourself in the mirror," Anakin growled as he fucked you, "Look at how gorgeous you are when you whimper for me. Watch your beautiful face as I fuck you."

You cried out his name, your grip on the dresser deadly as he quickened his pace. Your pussy clenched deliciously around his cock in response to his animalistic thrusts. Anakin's head dropped to rest on your back as he became breathless, kissing your back repeatedly as he mumbled sweet nothings.

You couldn't help but slightly admire your body in this position. Your face was flushed but tinted a beautiful shade of red. Your hair was messy but fell delicately, and swayed gracefully with each thrust. Your breasts reacted to each of Anakin's thrusts beautifully, bouncing and jolting in such a natural way. And that was what was so beautiful about this, about you. You appeared so gorgeously natural in this position, and it shined a new light on your body.

Sure, you could focus on all the slightly less attractive aspects, possibly focus on them so much that you begin to find them unattractive, but you chose not to. Because what was more beautiful than you appearing so natural, so pleasured, and completely submitting yourself to Anakin? Nothing was, and that was the only correct answer. Each flaw or insecurity you had ever seen in your body seemed to disappear. You were Anakin's, and you were seeing your beautiful body as Anakin saw it. You were perfect with all the slight flaws you normally picked out. You were blissed out and flushed and utterly pure despite the sins of your current actions.

A tingling took over your legs as your orgasm slammed into you. You screamed at the sensation, your knees wobbling as Anakin fucked you through your high.

"Such a good girl for me," Anakin groaned, his grip on your throat and waist tightening, "Taking my cock like the good girl you are, oh fuck, princess."

Anakin's eyes locked with yours as he fucked you rapidly, his cock filled you entirely while slamming into your repeatedly. You watched as his face contorted with pure pleasure, his cum coating your walls as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. Anakin's grip on your throat released as he came, his hand moving to stroke your hair messily.

He forced you up, your back colliding into your chest as you held his gaze through the mirror, "Such a good, beautiful girl you are," Anakin kissed up your shoulder and neck, his eyes watching your blissful reaction, "My beautiful girl. I think we'll be doing this position more often."

[x-childish-x]

Hi there! I would like to see what James March would be like being stalker or jealous with the girl he likes 🥵🙏🏻😩

Dead Serious

Pairing: James Patrick March x fem!reader

Fandom: American Horror Story

Warnings: female!reader, stalker!James, creepy!James, creeper actions, sulking, jealousy, mentions to violence and murder

Word Count: 809

A/N: Enjoy the 400 follower spoil-fest!!!! Hello lovely! I kind of combined them both and twisted them a little. I hope you enjoy this and that it's what you wanted. Thank you so much for all the support and love! Enjoy! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged!

Summary: James can't help but shoot his shot after watching you from the shadows for weeks.

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You'd been sulking all night, sitting at the bar as you watched Donovan flit around the party. He stayed close to the Countess' side, kissing her more often than you wanted to see. Donovan had been the first to formally introduce himself to you, and try to make friends, but it didn't take long to realize he was off-limits.

James watched you from afar, as he had been since the beginning of your three-week stay at the Hotel Cortez. He'd been too afraid to reveal himself to you yet, but he'd banned all ghosts from touching you. More often than not, James found himself often contemplating the reality of killing Donovan each time he saw your puppy eyes following the immortal man. It made him sick and angry and, dare he say, upset. The uncertainty of his emotions was the exact reason that James had stuck to watching you like a stalker over the past two and a half weeks.

You ordered yet another drink from Liz, unknowingly impressing Mr. March with your alcohol tolerance. Grumbling under your breath at the sight of Donovan kissing the Countess yet again, your heart sunk deeper and deeper into your stomach. It was stupid to fuss over a taken man, but besides Liz, he'd been the only openly nice one to you.

James knew it was not only dumb but also dangerous to -stalk- admire a human woman such as yourself. Yet, he couldn't help it. Without revealing his form, James'd followed you everywhere and admiring every single thing you did. You were better than any drug he could've ever gotten, and seeing you watch the Countesses lover boy made him rage his jealousy. Every time your beautiful, sparkling eyes flicked to the immortal amateur, James had to stop himself from committing yet another murder.

"Why so glum, darling?" The thick accent of a handsome stranger washed over you as he sat next to you.

Slamming back the rest of your drink, you shamelessly looked the man up and down as you twirl your straw in between your perfectly painted nails, "I can't ever seem to find the right guy. They always end up kissing someone else."

James seethed with anger despite being impressed by your forwardness. Why wasn't he your type? He'd been watching you for weeks! He could tell you anything you asked! He could tell you about your favorite snack combination, or the way you always put your right sock on first, or the way your upper lip would twitch while you focused on work. It was true, this was the first time you were seeing him, so you could just barely be deciding if he was your type, but still, why didn't you want to kiss him?

"You can kiss me."

You laugh at James, your smile doing just enough to convince the man to not kill you for laughing at him.

"I wasn't joking," James speaks darkly, why don't you want to kiss him?

"Oh," Your smile slowly fades, as you notice that James was being dead serious, "Well, I never kiss a man without knowing his name first."

Of course, James already knew that. How could he not know that with how much he'd been watching you. He smiles dashingly, "The names March, James March."

"Well, Mr. March, it's a pleasure to meet you," You extend out your hand, "I'm (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."

Instead of shaking your hand, James brings it to his lips to press a gentle kiss to your fingers, "Tell me, darling. Am I the right guy? Cause I certainly won't kiss anyone else."

Your cheeks flare red, making James' smile widened. Your cheeks flare up the same way late at night when your hands sneak below the covers too-- "One kiss never hurt anyone, has it?"

James chuckles lightly, "No, it hasn't."

You both lean in, slightly too urgent for the kiss. Perhaps it's the lack of attention you've been receiving and James' excessive attention he's been dying to give from the shadows. Your lips lock in perfect sync, pulling soft whimpers from your perfect lips.

James pulls you onto his lap as his hands tangle in your hair. Your surroundings slowly fade as the only thing you can focus on is James. His lips on yours, his one hand in your hair and the other roaming your body. You're not sure where this man came from and how you didn't notice him before, but you're beyond glad he joined you at the bar. Something about his name rings a warning bell in the far back of your mind, but the taste of him in your mouth throws all caution to the wind.

If only you knew that you were kissing one of the most dangerous serial killers in the world. That James Patrick March was dead serious in more than one way.

General Taglist: @nowthisisdark​ @techssexythighs​

[x-childish-x]

All It Took Was A Tem-Pad

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: mutual pining, LOKI SERIES SPOILERS (slight), FLUFF,

Word Count: 555

A/N: Enjoy the 400 follower spoil-fest! Yes, this is inspired by that adorable scene from The Little Rascals. I do not regret it one bit. I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you so much for all the love and support. I appreciate you all so much. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

Summary: After many many years apart, Loki and you are finally reunited.

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"Mother, mother, can I please, please make a toast?!" Loki whispered harshly to his mom, his small hands grabbing at her dress and tugging on it.

Frigga looked down at the young boy beside her, smiling widely at him, "About what, Loki?"

"(Y/n)!" Loki smiled, darting a look at the slightly younger child across from him, "Please, mother! I want to thank them for joining us on this picnic!"

Frigga smiled, knowing that with only her, Loki, Thor, you, and your mother, Loki couldn't possibly get in any real trouble for whatever he had up his sleeve. Simply, she nodded, watching at Loki quickly sat up straighter and cleared his throat loudly.

"I want to make a toast!" Loki spoke confidently, raising his juice box, "To the person, I adore the most, in all the realms. I can't wait to spend my life with you..."

Your eyes widen, shaking your head furiously as your cheeks blaze red. You're begging in your head silently, terrified of Loki's next words. There's not a single doubt in your eight-year-old mind that you love Loki and wish to spend the rest of your life with him. But the idea of both of your mother's finding out terrifies you.

"(Y/n!)"

You quickly cover your face with your hands, unable to hide your large smile at Loki's public exclamation of love. Your mothers clink their glasses and gush about how adorable the two of you are while Thor pretend gags as Loki smiles widely at you. Your eyes meet, and the next words fall from your lips effortlessly.

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"You buffoon!"

You swat at Loki's chest, staring up at the man towering above you, wearing khaki-colored slacks and a grey button-down shirt, "What did you do now!? W-what was that glowy portal-esque thing? How are you even here!? I watched Thanos kill you! H-how!?"

Words catch in your throat as tears cloud your eyes, Loki pulling you into his chest. Soft cries leave your lips as you grasp onto him, hoping for this to be real instead of a dream.

"I return to you, and the first thing you do is call me a buffoon," Loki chuckled, kissing the top of your head, "I missed you too, darling."

A laugh tumbles from your lips, passing through your tears, and suddenly you're glad you didn't stick with Thor. You're glad you escaped to your own place in the remote mountains. Despite the hundreds of questions forming in your head, you can only focus on Loki, here in your arms.

"I adore you the most, Loki."

"Love, you know that's not true since I adore you the most."

You shake your head, pulling back and kissing Loki fiercely. So many years have passed, so many years were wasted. You want to know how, and why, and when, but all you can think about is quenching your need for the man you'd been starved of. It'd been too long since you held Loki in your arms, and you vowed you'd never let go again.

"Loki?"

"Hmm?"

"How'd you actually get here?"

"Let's just say," Loki pulled back, cupping your cheeks and smiling at you, "All it took was a Tem-pad."

"A what?"

"We have a lot of catching up to do."

You nodded, muttering one word before diving back in for another kiss, "Certainly."

General Taglist: @nowthisisdark​ @techssexythighs​

Marvel Taglist: @katiaw2​

[x-childish-x]

Would it be okay to request a Tony stark x daughter reader little space fic? Where the reader just misses him a lot and is having bad mental health day and just crumbles into little space when he comes to check on her? Very soft fluffy cuddly? Heart/heartbeat fluff if possible 👉👈🥺💕

It's Okay Little One

Pairing: Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: LITTLE SPACE, daughter reader, female reader, poor mental health day, sadness, angst?, FLUFF, absent mother

Word Count: 671

A/N: Enjoy the 400 follower spoil-fest!!! Hello lovely! Sorry this took so long! It's my first little space fit so I hope this was okay! Feedback is strongly encouraged and welcome so I can improve!! I wasn't sure what heart/heartbeat fluff was but I included a little heart moment. Thank you so much for the support and love. I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: You're having a rough day when Tony comes to your rescue.

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You missed him. You couldn't help it. Tony had been gone for nearly a week now, and while Pepper did her best to comfort you, she still wasn't Tony. She just wasn't able to offer you the comfort and reassurance that your dad always knew how to provide. You often expected to become sad when Tony left, but this time was different. Your body seemed to become overrun and consumed with toxic thoughts that tainted your entire mood.

However, it was logical for your body to try to protect you by slipping into little space, especially after all the trauma you’d endured being Tony's daughter. Still, regardless of that, you loved your father, and the only thing you wanted right now was his comfort.

"Ms. Stark?" Friday's voice spoke gently, flooding your ears, "Ms. Potts wishes to speak to you."

"No," You grumbled, curling up under your blankets and pulling your teddy closer to your chest, "I don't wanna talk to anyone, I just want my dad."

Friday went silent on your end, leaving you alone to your own dark thoughts. Sorrow swelled in your chest, homesickness flooding your senses as you squeezed your teddy once more. Being an Avenger was never easy, but having these thoughts, feeling this week, only seemed to make you feel less and less worthy of your title.

It wasn't much longer until there was a soft knock on your door, and despite your grumbling protest, someone entered, "Pepper, I don't wanna--"

"Do I really look like a woman?" Your father's voice interrupted you, immediately lighting up the room, "I mean, I know I'm getting older, but I thought I still looked like a man at the very least."

"Dad!" You yelped, leaping up and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Hey, kiddo," Tony smiled, kissing your head and squeezing you tightly, "How are you feeling?"

Pulling back and looking into Tony's eyes, you realized that he was being genuine, the worry etched across his face quite obviously. Instinctively your bottom lip popped out, and you looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. Without any more words needed, Tony pulled you down onto your bed, allowing you to curl up into his side, squishing your teddy between the two of you.

Tony understood. He knew how toxic thoughts could be. Whether they were about a mission, or your appearance, or personality, he understood it all and knew that you were much like him. Talking didn't always help, sometimes you just needed to be little and allow him to take care of you just like he did when you were a toddler. Surprising Tony, you leaped up, rushing over to the small desk you had in your room. You retrieved a picture you drew with crayons while he was away and handed it to him excitedly.

"Pumpkin, is this for me?" Tony gasped, looking over your colorful drawing of his suit. Nodding vigorously, you smiled brightly, hoping he liked it, "I love it. I'm having this blown up and hung in the living room."

You giggled at your dad, plopping back down beside him, "I hope you like it. I made that one with my special crayons."

"I feel honored," Tony smiled, kissing the top of your head, "What movie you wanna watch, pumpkin?"

"Oh!" You squealed, "(Your favorite movie) please!!"

Tony nodded, clicking on the movie and enjoying the way your eyes lit up. His arm wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your back to comfort you. Snuggling up against Tony, even more, if that was even possible, you giggled at the movie, allowing yourself to soak up your father's comfort. He smiled at the sight of you sucking your thumb, eyes glued to the TV as you laid your head down on Tony's chest.

His heartbeat comforted you, the steady thumping pushing all your dark thoughts away. Your father had a heart, and you'd be damned if anyone ever told you differently.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you," You mumbled.

"I love you more."

General Taglist: @nowthisisdark​ @techssexythighs​

Marvel Taglist: @katiaw2​

[x-childish-x]

Hello!

May I ask for a scenario where reader is talking to Kurt about how they’re scared to be alone forever because they are asexual (but not aromantic) but Kurt comforts them and says that he actually liked them since they arrived at the Institute… just a getting-together scenario

Sorry about the big paragraph and the broken english (it’s not my first language ^^). If you can’t it’s okay ❤️

Thank yoooouuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Secret Comfort

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x asexual!reader

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: Asexual reader, gender neutral reader, sadness, angst, mutual pining, fluff

Word Count: 677

A/N: Enjoy the 400 follower spoil-fest!!! Hello lovely, I truly hope I was able to write this the way you were hoping. I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is! This is my first time ever writing an asexual reader, so please help me in making sure I'm writing accurately and non-offensively. Thank you for all the love and support, enjoy!

Summary: When confiding in Kurt about your asexuality you get much more than you ever expected.

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Kurt admired you for so many different reasons. He admired your beautiful, kind, caring soul. Kurt admired your friendliness to humans and mutants alike, and he admired your bravery, your fire, your confidence. The list went on and on. Truthfully, if someone would listen, Kurt would rant about you for hours and hours, explaining each and every reason why he loved liked you so much.

Kurt seized every opportunity with you. He didn't even care that it resulted in relentless teasing from Peter and Scott. He panicked at first, noticing that you were missing from the group's usual weekly meet-up to go watch a movie. Kurt acted upon instinct, immediately teleporting to all your favorite spots before finding you sitting in the rose garden.

"(Y/n)?" Kurt called softly, trying his best to not startle you.

"Oh! Kurt!" You yelped, rushing to wipe your tears, "Sorry, what's up? Is everything okay?"

Kurt frowned, quickly walking to you, "I should be asking you that. Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?"

"No! No!" You nervously laughed, "Just... thinking."

"I'm always here to talk to," Kurt spoke softly, tentatively sitting beside you.

"I don't want to bother you with my stuff Kurt," You smiled at him, "Thank you, though."

"You don't bother me!" Kurt quickly defended, reaching for your hand, "I would love to help!"

You nodded, acknowledging that you knew Kurt would always help you, as you would love to help him. A gentle silence fell over the both of you, however, each of your thoughts seemed to be screaming into the air, begging you to speak up. Finally, you made up your mind. You would tell Kurt.

You hadn't imagined telling Kurt everything this way, but part of you knew it was safe. It was always safe with Kurt. Here, in the rose garden, you knew that you could confide in Kurt to be your secret comfort. Taking a deep breath and squeezing Kurt's hand, you sat up straighter, looking out directly in front of you.

"I'm scared," You whispered, tears rising to your eyes, "I'm afraid I'm gonna be alone forever because... I'm asexual. I'm not aromatic, I mean, I still like people, I just... don't feel sexually attracted to people. I just... I'm so afraid nobody will ever love me or accept me because I'm not interested in that."

"What if somebody was already attracted to you and accepted that part of you?" Kurt asked gently, taking your other hand.

"W-what?"

"(Y/n), I've liked you since you arrived at the mansion," Kurt smiled, squeezing your hands, "I don't care if you're asexual... that isn't important to me. I could care less about sex. I... I love your personality, your kindness, and your bravery. I admire everything about you, and... I'm rambling."

Tears rose in your eyes at Kurt's confession. You dropped his hands, unable to resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Kurt.." You cried softly, "I liked you too, I have for so long. I was afraid you wouldn't like me because of me being asexual."

Kurt hugged you back tightly, relishing in the feeling of you pressed to his chest, where he could keep you safe from everything, "(Y/n) that doesn't change a single thing about how I feel for you."

"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Your soft cries slowly grew closer to a sob, "Thank you for accepting me, thank you for supporting me."

"I always will," Kurt smiled, squeezing you tighter, "It'd be a bit unfair for me to judge you for being asexual when I not only have a tail, but I'm also blue."

A chuckle slipped through your lips as you sat there, wrapped up in Kurt's arms, feeling safer than you had in a long, long time. Nobody's opinion mattered at that minute. Kurt liked you and accepted you for who you were. A multitude of feelings swarmed over you, drowning you in them and giving you the strength to conquer anything, as long as Kurt was by your side.

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Hi! Could I please request a Loki one-shot? It's just, it feels he gets so little recognition for what he does, so maybe one night the reader sneaks into his room to "thank him" in a special (smutty) way

Recognition

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, NSFW

Word Count: 736

A/N: Enjoy the 400 Follower Spoil-Fest!!! I hope you enjoy this story, thank you so so much for the request. I hope it's what you were wanting. Thank you so much for all the love and support you all give me. It means so much. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged!

Summary: You sneak into Loki's room to give him the recognition he deserves in a slightly inappropriate way.

(gif not mine!)

Were you breaking possibly every rule the Avengers had established for you? Possibly... but did you care? Absolutely not. Sliding into Loki's room completely unnoticed, you smiled to yourself. It was too easy to get past all the old men in the building.

Upon finding out about Loki and your's infatuation with one another, the Avengers immediately began doing everything they could to keep the two of you apart. They gave each of you a curfew and had FRIDAY watch you 24/7, giving you entirely different schedules and always trying to have you on separate sides of the building.

Had they thought about you being a computer genius while instilling these rules? Clearly not. It'd been too easy for you to hack into FRIDAY's system and override pretty much everything. Some might say it was the will of love... what's that corny quote about love always finding a way? You scoffed. It wasn't love that helped you, it was your genius brain.

"What's so funny, darling?"

You spun at the sound of Loki's voice, a large smile immediately infecting your face, "Just that they thought they could keep me away."

Loki was lounging against his headboard, a book in his lap as he watched you with loving eyes. A mischievous, proud glint shined in his eyes as he realized all the shenanigans you'd been up to. You quickly made your way over to the bed, keeping eye contact with Loki. His smirk grew under the realization that your mischievous shenanigans must've not been up just yet as you crawled to cradle lap.

"Love?" Loki hummed in response, immediately melting to the way your hand slipped into his raven locks, "I appreciate you. And... I know the team and civilians, and hell even, I don't give you enough recognition for everything you do. You've changed so much, and you've grown. I just... I want to show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me and others."

"Darling," Loki smiled, his eyes fluttering closed at your gentle scalp massage, "I know you appreciate me. I don't need the reassurance of those creatures to remind me I'm a God."

You rolled your eyes playfully, rolling your hips against his crotch, "I want to show you, though."

It doesn't take long to get Loki to be putty in your hands, helping you remove his pants and lay back as you stroke his cock in your hand. Soft groans tumble from his lips as he rocks his hips up to meet your hands each time. You find yourself becoming wetter and wetter with every moan that falls from his lips. You force yourself to remember... this is to show Loki the recognition he deserves.

You quickly replace your hand with your mouth, taking as much of him as you can. His hand finds its way to your hair, and your eyes flutter close. You hollow your cheeks and flatten your tongue as you suck, moving along his shaft in ways that pull deadly sins from his mouth. Every pulse, every twitch, every whimper you can feel in your mouth.

You relish in the fact that you can make him feel this way, and only you can make Loki moan like this. Quickening your pace, you hum in delight, immediately getting a reaction from Loki as he thrusts up into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around him and dipping into his slit, you fight the urge to moan yourself at the lust-blown look on Loki's face.

You know he's close. You can tell by his whimpers and moans, begging you to help him finish even though he doesn't need it. You bob your head quicker and suck harder for just a moment before deep throating him and watching as he comes undone.

Loki groans deeply as he fills your mouth, watching with hooded eyes as you graciously swallow everything he's giving you. Loki's legs trembled with pleasure as his orgasm washed over him. Gently letting go of him, you pulled back and smiled, watching his reaction happily.

"I love you, Loki."

"I love you three times as much," Loki smiled, caressing your face, "But now it's time for me to show you my appreciation."

You squealed as Loki pulled you up onto his chest. Clearly, you were in for a long night. You just hoped your reprogramming of FRIDAY would keep the Avengers locked in the lab for long enough.