#Scorpio x reader

[elusivedew]

golden.

✧ synopsis ⤐ spencer is gentle, even in the darkest hours of the night.

✧ contains ⤐ several references to sex, this is all about aftercare. post-prison spence except I haven't gotten that far yet so don't mind any inaccuracies, I just thought he deserves something nice ♡ w.c ~ 1.3k

Your muscles ache. It's a low pleasant hum reverberating through your body, similar to the feeling after a long strenuous day, but nowhere as exhausting. Your heart is still pounding in your chest like an uncontrolled feeling, but it feels so full.

Spencer, the culprit in this story, shifts beside you to pull the covers over your exposed body. He’s gentle and tentative, like he always is, especially after nights like this. It’s like he's apologizing for defiling you the way he does, always concerned about going too far or making you feel uncomfortable. He looks down at you with familiar, warm hazel eyes, and you wonder how he could ever do any of those things.

He brings you closer, an arm coming around your waist to pull you against him. You move to lay on his bare shoulder, the skin-on-skin contact soothing all your stimulated neurons. While you’re slowly coming back to earth, still slightly starry-eyed, you listen to the sound of his heartbeats. You count them, memorize them, get to know him through the organ behind the flesh. It’s so serene that you almost doze off, but Spencer’s raspy voice shakes you awake. 

“Angel.”

You hum, unmoving and consumed by the visions in your head. 

He rubs your shoulder, willing you back to the present. You move to look up at him, and his smile is so sweet that you almost can’t believe he’s the same guy from a few minutes ago. But, then again, no one who knows Spencer would expect him to be so skilled at stealing your breath right out of your body. 

That’s something that no one else will experience with him now that you’re here. You smile, feeling proud and territorial. 

“What are you smiling about?” He leans down and kisses you, you want to ask for more but you’re spent. 

“Nothing,” you whisper against his lips, “Just the fact that you're all mine.” 

He grins, wide and boyish, and you wish his face would glow like that all the time. His flushed face and messed up hair, both being your handiwork, make your heart feel like it's about to burst right out of your chest. Despite just getting your fill of him, you wish you could eat him up right now. 

“Can’t argue with that”, his eyes twinkle playfully, “we still have to get you cleaned up before you can go to bed.” 

You grunt, “god, not again.”

“I’m not letting you go to sleep like that, and you know you’re risking a UTI if you don’t pee before you knock out. It’s essential for a pleasant experience that you wash up properly after, do you know how much bodily fluid you’re covered in right now?” 

You frown, when he says it like that, it sounds really gross, but it’s what you get for being with a germaphobe.

“I hate this part.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear and plants a kiss on your forehead that smoothes your frown down, “I know you do. C’mon, I’ll help you up.” 

Getting up proves to be the easy part, getting up on your legs however, it wasn't as steady as you hoped it would be. When you're forced to sit down on the bed again because the pain pierces through your pelvis so suddenly it feels like getting electrocuted, Spencer looks concerned. 

“Cramps again? I really have to slow down next time.” 

You groan, “no, Spence, I've told you before it’s fine. Just means we had a little too much fun, and it's not a bad thing.” 

He nods hesitantly, “are you sure?” 

“Yeah I am, just,” you reach your arms out, “carry me?” 

His concern is quickly replaced by a bright smile, “gladly.”

Within a few minutes, you’re both out of the bedroom and in the bathtub. Spencer hates the bathtub. He hates sitting down to take a bath and always voices out his concerns about how counterproductive it is to soak in contaminated water. Knowing that he likes to remind you of that everytime you’re taking a bath, Spencer must be dead tired to just sit his naked butt down in the tub, but you’re not complaining. 

Because he’s the sweetest boy on earth, he helps you wash up first, getting all the spots you can’t reach yourself easily. When he’s lazily washing your hair, you decide it’s the perfect moment to start babbling about nonsense, sleep deprivation and bliss mixing together to jumble up all your coherent thoughts. 

“My favorite thing about you being away is when you come back.” 

“So there’s other good things about me being gone?” The smile is so clear in his voice. 

You turn around to scoff at him, “Spence, terrible time to be a smartass.” 

He grins, “it’s never a terrible time to be a smartass.”

It’s quiet for the rest of the bath, you let him clean you up because you can barely see anymore. It’s three in the morning and he came home around midnight. You were already tired by then, but you missed him too much to not take the chance to immediately take him to bed— it’s hard to resist your boyfriend when his hair is growing out again and he hasn’t shaved in 2 weeks.

When the bath is done, he dries you off and helps you get dressed. You’re distracted by his bare chest the whole time, watching the flexion of his arms when he puts a shirt over your head. Then you sit on the bed, observing as he gets dressed. After nearly three hours of touching him in every possible way, his body is still so mesmerizing to you. Nearly three years of being together and countless incidents of unholy experiences, and you still feel like you’re seeing him for the first time. 

“Are you done observing?”

You’re broken out of your lust-filled thoughts by the sound of his voice. Looking up at his face, you're met by a crooked smile that makes you slightly breathless. He walks over to the edge of the bed where you’re sitting, and you welcome him with open arms. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You grin, arms tightly secured around his waist. He runs his fingers through your hair, “you’ve never been a very good liar.” 

Your final step getting ready for bed is letting him braid your hair. You always ask him to do it for you because he’s magical with his hands, his braid always coming out perfectly in a way you could never manage. You’ve taught him a lot about how to care for your hair, and as he tentatively and gently crosses the strand to draw up his perfect braid, you can’t help but think about how good of a father he would be if you ever had a little girl. 

When all of that's done, there's nothing coming between you and the bed anymore. You curl up under the covers as he slips in beside you. You're both tired, from the long day and the long night, but the sense of bliss that comes over you is possibly the most satisfied you've ever been. 

You look at him, reaching out to trace the outline of his stubble. He leans into your touch eagerly while you admire him some more, feeling every small detail over his skin. You know he needs the tenderness just as much as you do, especially when he's had long days at work. You know all the monsters he sees at his job secretly haunt him, and you know that he feels hopeful every time he's in your arms— because the world doesn't have to end every time he has to confront cruelty, and there’s love and adoration out there that almost overpowers the poisonous hate.

You reach for his hands, kissing the calluses on his fingertips. You know holding his gun comes with heavy responsibility, a responsibility that’s made him so much tougher than he was when he first started. When you’re done planting a kiss on every fingertip, you kiss his lips one more time, because you love him and you want him to know it. He smiles into the kiss and you’re sure he does. 

The gold in his eyes is the last thing you see before falling asleep. 

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨��𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐔𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧- 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

This photo is such a good example of how tailoring your fashion style to compliment your rising sign just helps you GLOW with your natural features.

Disclaimer: This is my own opinion as an astrologer and I am slightly biased because this man is my bias (one of them) and he has my heart hook, line and sinker.

Hongjoong is a Scorpio stellium with a Capricorn Rising so Mars and Saturn are his two most influential rulers and come on- can't you tell?

He looks amazing in everything he wears (even the mushroom bowl cut) BUT the biggest reason why my favourite hair colour on Hongjoong is his natural brunette is because Saturn represents minimalism, 'clean', 'efficiency' etc.

Hongjoong already has a gorgeous bone structure, he's got a sharp jawline and cheekbones, beautiful teeth and a long vertical line- it's why he appears taller than he actually is.

But his features are fine and dainty, he has a lithe build which is common for people with Capricorn Rising- they don't tend to have a lot of curvature unlike their sister sign Cancer.

So when he has bright hair or light-coloured hair, it can diminish his natural features whereas his natural dark hair sharpens them.

A common phrase with a Capricorn Rising is 'less is more'.

This velvet suit he wore is another great example and one of my faves, he is a Gemini Moon so he does like a little bit of colour but it is still dark enough and cool-toned for it to compliment his features.

Cool/neutral/monochromatic tones look the best on him which also matches his Capricorn Rising.

Hongjoong is not a DILF, he is a 100% pure sugar daddy at heart.

And what photos of Hongjoong you see where the 'he's such a daddy' comments are most active?

When he's wearing these tailored monochromatic outfits that are minimal (ish), classic and timeless and combined with his natural hair colour- bring out his natural beauty and elegance.

That 'Here's $1,000 in your account because you've been such a sweet angel lately' sugar daddy/leader energy we all love about him (and makes me want to crawl for him) is the most evident when he caters to the Capricorn/Saturnian influence in his natal chart.

And a quick shout out to this fancall when he wore this navy blue jumper and he had his dark hair parted with minimal makeup and he looks like a walking EDWARD CULLEN here.

One of my favourite looks purely for the fantasy alone.

I love this fancall because this fancall was when he revealed that the Atiny's appearance and style was 'his type' and said he found them physically attractive- which just helped me affirm that his type is just 'grunge/goth/emo/alt with a feminine twist'.

It also helped affirm my theory that whilst Hongjoong adores all Atiny's, he does give a lil extra 'boyfriend treatment' to the Atiny's who bias him- which is definitely unlike his Scorpio stellium at all (said sarcastically).

[ileyable]

Nanami, though reserved, would certainly be more intimate in his quiet, thoughtful way when he feels it’s the right moment. His affection would be deep and steady, expressed through small but meaningful gestures that let you know just how much he cares.

FLUFF,WHOSLESOME ;)

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All the Time in the World

The door opens, and Nanami stands there, framed in the glow of the hallway lights. His eyes soften the moment he sees you, shoulders easing as if being with you is the calm he’s been needing, too. Without a word, he steps inside, closing the door and gently taking your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Long day?” he asks, his voice low and warm. He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, his touch lingering just a second longer than usual.

You nod, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to ease under his gaze. “Too long.”

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, he studies your face, as if he’s reading every bit of exhaustion etched there. “You don’t have to carry all of it on your own, you know.”

Without another word, he draws you into a gentle embrace, resting his chin on the top of your head. You feel his warmth, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and you can’t help but let out a soft sigh, letting yourself relax into him.

“Why don’t you sit down,” he murmurs, his hand brushing lightly down your arm as he leads you to the couch. He goes to the kitchen, pulling out a few takeout boxes and setting them on the table with a quiet confidence that makes you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

Once he’s settled next to you, you share a meal in comfortable silence. But you catch him looking at you every so often, his gaze lingering with a depth of affection that makes your cheeks warm. He reaches over, brushing a thumb across your cheek softly, as if he can’t help but be close to you.

“You’re beautiful when you’re working hard,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a gentle sincerity. “But you don’t have to try so hard. I’m here.”

You smile, touched by his words, and he leans in, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck as he kisses you, slow and unhurried, like you’re the only thing he cares about in the world at that moment. His lips are warm and gentle, his touch both protective and tender, as if he’s trying to pour all his feelings into that single kiss.

Afterward, he pulls you into his arms, wrapping the blanket around the both of you. He settles back, letting you rest against his chest, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along your arm. You can feel his breath against your hair, his closeness grounding you in a way nothing else can.

As the night deepens, he holds you close, his voice soft as he murmurs, “I’ll be here, no matter how tired you are or how heavy it feels. You don’t have to hold it all alone.”

His words wrap around you, as steady and comforting as his embrace. You close your eyes, feeling utterly safe and cherished in his arms, and you know that this quiet intimacy—the way he simply is with you—is the truest expression of his love.

[multiwreckedmess]

[2:15 AM] Ex!Hongjoong

Sort of toxic, possessive ex-boyfriend Hongjoong. Mistakes are made. I tried to make pretty gender-neutral.

800 ish words. Not proofread. Kinda hate-sex but nothing is graphic.

 “This is a bad idea.”  “So?” Hongjoong mutters as his lips press against juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Tell me no and we’ll stop.” His arms confidently curl around your waist, one hand sliding down to wrap around yours. Holding your hotel’s key card hesitantly, he helps you press the card to the reader, the heavy clunk of the metal lock thundering in your stomach as it unlatches. His lips curl into a small knowing smile. He knows you won’t tell him no or to stop. You’re just as crazy as he is.

 Its your hand that tips the door handle down, Hongjoong’s arm tightening to keep you from tumbling through the entryway. “This is so fucking stupid.” You continue to babble as he undresses you like a living doll. The tip of his nose presses into your flesh before his lips reach you as he peppers your skin with kisses. If you were a romantic, you’d have thought he was giving you time to stop him. That was not him though, maybe it was at one point but not now. It was because he liked to see you squirm in anticipation. Calculated little denials as he skims over your naked form.  “You can still say no,” he warns again. “You can always tell me no.”  But you really can’t. No matter how much you know it would be best for the both of you, you can’t.

 Pressing your back into the bed, you watch him from between your knees casually toss his thick rimmed glasses towards the pillows. He’s otherwise still fully clothed, maybe a few buttons down as he ducks between your thighs. Damn, he’s missed being on his knees for you. Sharp tongued and plush lipped, his mouth wasn’t only good at convincing ears. Quickly working miracles below the belt, he knows your number better than his own. Soft gasps and whines fill the air set to the beat of your heart he can feel on his tongue as he laps at you, stuffing you full as you clench around him. Slowly his hand finds yours, fingers weaving through to replace your balled fist on the sheet. Only he does this for you.  His hair is rebelling, sticking at odd angles as he comes up for air. The five o’clock shadow is barely starting to peak through his fair skin.  “I’ve missed hearing you like this,” he lets the words hang casually in the air as your breaths buoy them. The cold clang of his belt hitting the floor and zipper coming undone punctuate it.  “Liar,” you pant.  “You’ve called me worse,” he smiles. The blunt head of his cock is warm against you. Well lubricated by precum, he still takes his time, sliding the shaft along you, your hips raising to meet him. A rhythm you can’t resist. He slides into you, no condom. Just like old times. Your eyelids seal shut and brows pinch together, breathing getting rougher. Hongjoong waits, hand coming down to where your pelvises meet to slowly stroke you. “You can still tell me no and we can stop.”

 You’d think it was love if you didn’t know better. His subconscious rutting betrays him. Playing fast and loose at the precipice of cumming he only wants to see how close he can get you before you beg him. Or at least that’s what you assume. His motions get faster and faster until you’re fucking yourself on him while he’s barely moved an inch. All while his eyes gaze at you, memorize you, memorize this.  “You haven’t fucked anyone else since, have you?” Hongjoong curls over you, caging over your body as he drives himself deeper, depriving you of your peak. “I can feel your desperation.” His lips are so close to yours but he refuses to kiss you. Instead he nips at your collarbone and watches as you arch into him, clenching hard around his length.  “You’re fucking crazy,” your nails drag on his delicate skin leaving raised welts in their wake. He’s not wrong and that’s what makes you angry. Leveraging the power of your thighs you meet his thrusts as you cling to him, bouncing yourself into the sheets.  “You love it,” he sneers. Both of you groaning and gasping with the unshackled ferocity of two people who’d seen the worst of each other. Your muscles ache as they contract again, his face buried in your neck. Lips and teeth grazing over the column of your throat, lust burns deeply in your gut. Death approaches and you want him to kill you.

 You grit your teeth and cum silently, nearly whiting out from the pressure. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He empties himself deep inside of you shortly after as your walls work every last drop from him. As if you could hide what he already knew.

 Hongjoong doesn’t linger, pulling his spent cock from you and shuffling to the bathroom to survey the damage. Smirking as he listens for your distant whimper. You missed him already.

His. Only. His.

[kyoko-neko]

So...Yesterday was the Supermoon, right, right....AND...today is my BIRTHDAY... true, true... So... all I want, is a werewolf boyfriend! That is literally all, thank you!

Make it happen!

[writrevampire]

lestat being a scorpio makes sm sense to me tbh

[itstheghostofmypast]

7/Eleven

Hongjoong x f.Reader

Genre: Fluff (pure birthday fluff)

Warnings: None

A/N: I should've been reading research papers but Hongjoong's birthdate had me tripping. It's short but it's sweet❤️ Please remember to show some 🫶 if you like it.

"7/Eleven?"

"Mhmm." smiling at him, she tossed him a bun, "It reminds me of you." Propping down next to the man, in her swivel chair, one that he had got especially for her, for whenever she'd want to drop by his studio.

Baffled at the sudden confession he stared at her then the bun, "I...is it because of my birthdate and the name?" he asked, before gently ripping the bun in half, letting out a soft gasp when the raspberry filling inside began to ooze out, dripping onto the leg of his pants.

Clicking her tongue she reached for a tissue nearby and began to wipe off the jam from his leg, mumbling a "told you they were filled," before tossing the tissue aside and turning to poke the red stain on the blue denim.

"I said you remind me of 7/Eleven because it's my favourite store! It has everything, from food to snacks, to drinks, to tea to little trinkets!"

"Somehow..." Taking half of the bun he pressed it to her lips, her mouth instinctively parting, welcoming the tangy taste surrounding the soft texture of the bun, watching her chew he continued, "That explanation confused me more" he whispered, swiping the excess jam off the corner of her lip with his thumb, only to bring it back to his lips and taste it, humming in delight.

With a frustrated groan, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, the armrests of their chairs bumping into each other, "Man, you are so slow" whining she interlaced their fingers, with her free hand she reached for the remaining bun, and copied his movements, pressing the bun against his smirking lips.

Arrogant bastard.

With a little huff, she pressed the bun, making sure to make a mess with the jam, spreading it all over his lips before shoving the whole bun in his mouth. He jerked at the sudden roughness, letting out a low whine, since his dominant hand was occupied - held captive by her- he reached to wipe off the filling with his free hand, swiping at it with his index finger and then pressing it against her frown, "Okay, elaborate so my dumb brain can understand." With that he slipped the finger past her lips, watching her with great intent, letting her clean his finger with her pretty little mouth, pulling back with a loud pop, once she was satisfied.

"Didn't anyone tell you to not play with your food?" he mused, only for her to roll her eyes and glance down at their laced fingers.

"What I meant was, that it's a comfort store, it's bright, it's warm when you feel cold and cool when you feel hot. It has food that makes your heart swell with joy, and the store itself is like your companion. I've had so many lunches alone, and that store's always been my friend, one that never let me down" She paused to glance up at him, admiring how his cocky smirk had turned into a gentle smile, eyes boring a certain kind of softness that was only reserved for her, "Exam days or days where I just wanted to give up, I'd end up there, I don't know, I guess I was just drawn to it all, the low buzz of the fridges, the way the air carried a certain warm buttery scent to it, even if I didn't eat anything there or didn't need anything, I'd just be there, like I am here..." whispering she brought his hand closer, pressing a gentle kiss the back of his hand, "So, my birthday boy, you are my 7/Eleven, my companion, one who bought me a special chair for his studio, one who lets me eat here, lets me drop crumbs all over his desk, one who lets me sleep on the couch at odd hours of the night because I don't want to go home to an empty apartment."

Letting out a content sigh he smiled at her, the tips of his ears turning pink at her little confession, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as he turned around staring at the screen, letting out a, "Let's finish this quickly so I can treat my girl to a proper birthday dinner."

"Shouldn't I be giving you a treat, birthday boy?" she asked, now cleaning up the crumbs off his desk, earning a small nope from him.

A comfortable silence settled between the two as she leaned back in her chair, watching him type away, admiring the way the light reflected off his well-sculpted face, his giant glasses adding a touch of cuteness. Only to notice the boyish little smile that had her heart doing flips, one that he had given her when he had first confessed to her.

What she didn't know was that her little surprise visit was probably the best gift he had received today, one that he would cherish for years to come. It's not like this was the first time she had told him how much he mattered to her, but perhaps he was on the softer side today, perhaps his birthday made him feel more special, and perhaps she made him feel special.

[plutodexay]

💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

Soft Coryo morning cuddles

-sub scorpio

ily thank you for putting up with me. I'm writing this as academy Coryo because I like that one the most

He'd finally let you stay at the Snow family apartment, it took months of convincing but you were finally in his room, in his bed. The place ran cold, just like Coriolanus always has, only now it made sense. Thankfully you prepared by bringing your own blanket which you were going to act as if you didn't see the look of relief on his face when you mentioned it.

You'd woken up colder than you fell asleep, it was a moment of discomfort until you felt the heavy weight of Coryo's arm resting on your waist and his breath hitting the back of your neck.

"Good morning" Coryo whispered, pulling one of the blankets further up your bodies. He sounded awake, far more awake than someone who should stil be asleep.

"Why are you up?" You groaned, rolling over to face the blonde man next to you, giving you the chance to see the slighest smile on his face.

"Just am." Wide blue eyes looked right into yours, as if they were searching for any level of discomfort in them. "I'm sorry the rooms cold." He pulled you closer into him, trying to get some of his body minimal body heat onto yours.

"Doesn't matter" You whispered, pushing your head into his chest. "As long as its with you I don't care"

[incognitobobcat]

Tomas unsuspectingly walks in on you and a friend deep in a conversation, scaring the crap out of the both of you and causing you both to scream.

You: Jesus Christ!

Aries Tomas: Well, damn! (looking at himself up and down, grinning from ear-to-ear)

Taurus Tomas: Oh, didn’t mean to scare you! My apologies.

Gemini Tomas: Actually, not quite. I’d rather be Mercury. He’s the ruler of my sign. You know Mercury, right? The Roman Messenger God of Commerce. He has winged sandals, which are pretty cool! That should be an entrepreneurial idea! Oh! And he carries a Caduceus around! You know, that golden staff with the two snakes and wings? That sign can also be seen as a symbol of health care!! There’s also another design for it with one staff and one snake that’s in the Star of Life on ambulances! Some people even claim that that’s the staff of Moses from the Old Testament in the Bible that he raised in he air so that those who looked at it will be cured of their disease! Isn’t that awesome!?! OH! And the Greek equivalent of Mercury is Hermes!! (yada, yada…)

Cancer Tomas: Do mind your language.

Leo Tomas: (feigning a dramatic shock) Wow! Thanks! 👑😁👑😁👑😁👑

Virgo Tomas: Not quite. Those are big shoes to fill.

Libra Tomas: Uh, wrong guy…what were you gals talking about?? Let me in on the gossip!

Scorpio Tomas: Boo! (proceeds to go about his business)

Sagittarius Tomas: (Laughs out loud) You guys got some lungs on you!!

Capricorn Tomas: Less talk, more training. There’s no place for idleness in this clan. (Proceeds to go about his business)

Aquarius Tomas: Oops, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to freak you out? Are we cool? 😎

Pisces Tomas: (gasp) That’s blasphemy!

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

hi omg can you please elaborate on lee knows corruption kink and him being into the shy and naive type 😩🩷 do you think he's also the type to be into someone who's more on the opposite spectrum of his personality? someone who's bright and sweet and emotional and expresses their feelings clearly? or is it a little more different than that?

I am always happy on my fervent opinion that Lee Know has the biggest corruption kink out of all the members of Stray Kids- and let's do a deep dive.

The thing with Lee Know and his Scorpio Sun/Sagittarius Moon is he's quite adaptive with who he's interested in because there has to be SOMETHING about you that interests HIM and HIM ALONE.

So it's more than just being shy and naive or being bright and experienced- it's about having something inside of you that sparks the curiosity of Lee Know's mind and encourages him to bring it out.

Which is why I follow the idea of Lee Know and his corruption kink because it also entices Lee Know and his Scorpio Venus and their love for ownership/secrecy.

Combined with his Virgo Mars/6th House Venus- it's not necessarily your inexperience that he finds enticing but the idea that he's the FIRST- it's HIS hands on your body, HIS tongue on your cunt, HIS cock inside of you.

You have no one to compare it too, no one too imagine in your mind BUT him-and that's what gets his dick wet.

And with his Scorpio Mercury- best believe that he'd love to remind you time and time again.

'I love how it's my cock and tongue you think about when you touch yourself right? My body over yours- my face in your neck- and there'll never be anyone in your pretty mind but me-is that right honey?'

[blueberrymash]

scorpius: wants to know about periods

scorpius: yn you're a girl right?

yn: no I'm a chipmunk

[gothicscorpiohub]

Lost You 3

Genre: Romantic–Thriller

Pairing: Marvel's Loki x Reader

Summary: A happy ending with a lot of angst in between. Loki and Y/n conclude the tragedy of Thanos.

The air was growing thicker than Loki had ever anticipated. The iron grip at his throat was breaking every ounces of his belief to oppose vulnerability. In vain did he attempted to sway his legs to the way of freedom. He hasn't been so helpless in his lifetime. His mind was fuzzed, full of traffic of thoughts but none could be analysed clearly.

Sounds were heard far away from consciousness, leading into complete deprivation of sounds, replaced by a constant irritable ringing from elsewhere around. His body felt light, like his brain. It was like his body was floating, or perhaps it was. He tried to let his heavy eyelids remain open. With the last much of his strength, he figured an inky black haze forming around his body, enveloping him inside, buzzing warmth embraced him. With the increasing haze around him, the intensity of the grip around his neck decreased into nothingness, leaving a buzzing sensation. His stomach lurched, then his chest, his heartbeat was louder than any other voice. His leg twitched and in no time, he was swirling frantically into a portal he couldn't see, his head as well, was swirling, if he could fight the exhaustion, he was strongly feeling nauseated the feeling stopped just as it started, replacing the uncomfort into a stillness, rather comforting. Blurred as the next few moments were, he captured a glimpse of a total new place, the portal had bought him in, before passing out into nothingness.

"Your Highness, you must be awake."

"...Mmphh" groaned Loki.

"Your Highness!"

Loki jolted up, wide eyed, before the beautiful entity came into his focus. "Y/n," he gasped harshly.

Y/n smiled, as if their life wasn't in mortal danger.

"We've to move. NOW!" He scrambled up the floor, gripping her shoulders tightly, only for her to shake her head reassuringly and cup his face in her hands.

"It's fine your highness, Thanos is gone. We're safe." She spoke softly, sliding a hand on her bulging baby bump and stroking lovingly. Loki opened his mouth to speak, only for his silver tongue to betray him.

She did it. She did what the greatest of the warriors around the universe couldn't. How could he forget about her inevitable strength of a godess and an amazing sorceress?

He slid a hand around the small of he back, other securely wrapped around his unborn baby who'd undoubtedly inherit the wits and strength of it's mother. Rested his head in the crook of her neck. "You never fail to suprise me, darling." He spoke, voice muffled between the hollow of her neck . Y/n stroked his back in assurance "I am flattered"

Loki raised his head to meet her brilliant brown eyes. His own vision blurred by tears. "I love you, Y/n, my better half." With that, he pulled her into a soft-loving kiss.

The End

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Wrote it in fifteen minutes because it's extremely late and I have my annuals to prepare for.

[pinkwright]

ellie gotta be a sagittarius w/ a gemini moon

[aj1dordinary]

y'know, im something of a roman empire myself actually

platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader; neutral!Kenshi Takahashi x platonic!reader; platonic!Raiden x platonic!reader; platonic!Kung Lao x platonic!reader; platonic!Lui Kang x platonic!reader

no beta reading we die like men. here’s another chapter even though i have like 3 papers due within 2 weeks.

after stepping out of the portal, your eyes catch first the palace setting. how its stone and marble material reached towards the sky and provided a sturdy foundation for your feet. there was clear signs of royalty with the hues of gold and purple that mingled with the color of natural scenery.

however, the view was interrupted when the armed guard replaced it. stern and well-postured, you straightened your back to replicate the menacing look. liu kang had educated you well enough before leaving so you could differentiate the two princesses among them.

johnny whistled, prepared to ruin the scenic moment immediately with that mouth of his. you elbowed him again, “not now” you mouthed.

“you should listen to your assistant more,” raiden said as Earthrealm’s chosen defender. “i’m sure she goes through a lot to keep you out of trouble.”

liu kang hummed in agreement before bowing before the princesses, addressing them as mileena and kitara. the rest of the group’s actions followed after the god.

as he went around, he introduced everyone. well, everyone except you, you stood farther back than the hand-selected fighters. but, your presence did not go unnoticed.

“and the girl?” mileena raised her eyebrow.

liu kang pursed his lips again before speaking, “a spectator, at the request of johnny cage. i assure you that she is of no threat.”

you inch back a little farther behind the pack as the attention seemed to have shifted to your meek form. thankfully, conversation was more focused on the battles that were to take place.

“i hope you are prepared raiden. our champions are determined to win.” kitana smirked.

“myself included, it’s been too long since Outworld has hailed victory.” mileena held her head high in confidence.

before you could also disgrace the group with your quick retorts, the conversation was interrupted by a guard, but clearly one of a higher ranker or importance. tanya, the future empress called her, declared that you all head to the capitol and without further hesitation, you all moving once more.

you made sure to be out of sight, realizing now just how out of place you really were in terms of stature and build. to keep your mind off things, you took out your phone and quietly did the job you were hired to do: vlog.

so as you guys paraded through the city, you whispered amongst the group and took shots of the Outworldian city. 

“so raiden give us a little pre-game interview. how do you feel as earth realm’s champion fighter? surely, everyone is gonna want a piece of you.” you shoved the lens into his face again in true paparazzi fashion. 

he flushed, you could tell the attention that he has been getting as of late was new to him, but he entertained your antics anyway.

“definitely a little nervous, but also confident. i won against three other of lui kang’s handpicked fighters so i know i have the ability.” he rubbed the back of his neck as confetti had begun raining down.

“a great insight to have raiden. i implore you to keep that same energy throughout our time here.” liu kang spoke like a proud father.

“and you kangaroo?” your low-attention span now shifted. 

the nickname always seemed to catch him off guard, so with a recollected sigh, he spoke, “pleased.”

“kung fu! ken-doll! get in on all the fun! we’re being celebrated right now.” you yelled, eager to ramp up the energy within the group.

“we are being celebrated, you just happen to be here also.” kenshi brushed past you, unwilling to give you anything else. ouch. but johnny was quick to replace him, shaking his fist like an angry old man at kenshi’s insult.

kung lao and johnny matched you energy-wise as you all declared that when raiden wins the tournament, you’d order mountains of food and create content to entertain the fans back in Earthrealm.

once a little more composed, you took notice of all the different kinds of beings there were in outworld, you also took in how it felt to be celebrated. mileena seeing the curiosity in your eyes began recanting to raiden about the history of Outworld. she even mentioned about her late father.

you cut liu kang off in the middle of him performing his diplomatic duty, “i’m sorry for your loss. must be difficult.” you provide a flat smile.

“i appreciate your gesture, but you have nothing to be sorry for. not as much as this one here…” she mutters. she stops the carriage to get off and approach a figure in the distance. in the mean time, liu kang is not ignorant to the interaction between you and mileena.

“you have lost your father too.” he spoke, his tone sympathetic. you look down, the camera no longer recording. there was no escaping the conversation with the all-knowing god.

“my mother and sister too. a home-invasion gone wrong. i wasn’t home. i never was, always afraid of missing out. so i blew them off that night when they wanted to watch a movie in favor of partying with friends.” 

silence hovered over the group despite the festival music still playing in the background. you made quick work of wiping your tears before apologizing again, scared of dampening the mood. johnny, who knew of your story when he hired you, just provided a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“so your humor is a cover-up, huh?” kenshi muttered.

“really, you want to do this right now?” johnny stood from his position in the carriage. kenshi also stood, making the carriage a little wobbly.

kung lao and raiden replaced his spot on either side, providing you with shoulders to lean on.

“now, now. we will not make a display of ignorance.” liu kang intercepted immediately, a stern tone taking over. “kenshi, now is not the time or place. johnny, not every altercation needs verbal and physical offense. i order you both to sit back down and let us carry on to Empress Sindel’s palace.” 

and so it was. mileena returned and the parade carried on as she muttered “li mei and those damned tarkatans” under her breath.

you collected yourself at the palace and stood amongst the group discussing tactics for the fights raiden would be enduring. suddenly, silence took over before johnny pushed you behind him, “red alert. stock villain incoming.”

he spoke in reference to what you would classify as demon split the crowd. his tall stature definitely struck fear deep within you. maybe now would be a good time to start praying. liu kang introduced him as general shao. his goal clear, to antagonize and belittle the group of Earthrealmers that stood before him. the others remained tall before him, but you were kept behind them out of necessary precaution.

the princesses returned and sat on their respective thrones beside Empress Sindel. there was no pause or hesitation for further introduction. she immediately began setting the stage for which raiden would take alongside his enemies.

you begin twirling your hair out of anxiety when his first opponent was introduced. the same li mei that mileena seems to distrust. you found out soon enough in empress sindel’s “motivation” speech.

then the battles commenced. each one menacing than the last. but each time raiden came out victorious. the first part of the tournament was adjourned and true to your goal, you, raiden, kung lao, and johnny made the most of the dinner that was provided. you couldn’t help but feel giddy despite the emotions you let loose earlier. maybe the relationship between Earthrealm and Outworld wasn’t as bad as kangaroo made it seem. you watch as johnny flirted with every woman at the party, as kenshi remained unbothered, and kung lao finish plate after plate. raiden and liu and seemed deep in conversation. 

that’s when the feeling returned. the one of doubt that sat deep in your stomach and extended into your throat. everyone here had a place, even in this new world. you begin picking at the remnants of food on your plate.

“i never got your name warrior.” 

you look up and notice that it was princess kitana. as instructed by lui kang, you bow before her.

“no need,” she paused. “i just want to know who you are in relation to everyone.” she sat down in the empty chair next to you.

“firstly, i am no warrior, but my name is y/n. this is more of a business trip to me than one of diplomatic relations.”

“hm. a little disappointing. but, lui kang doesn’t bring just anyone to Outworld.” she swirled a glass of exotic wine before sipping.

you chuckle, once again fully aware of how out of place you were. you don’t respond though.

“have you ever fought before?” she raised an eyebrow.

“maybe when i was younger. i took ballet, gymnastics and karate, but i lost all passion for those beginning crafts when my family… i’m sorry.” you used the napkins provided to blot at your eyes.

kitana shared a look of understanding. she even placed a hand on top of yours.

“i think you should get back into it. not only is it an excellent outlet, but,” she extended the ‘u’ for emphasis and dramatization. “i’m surrounded by brutes on a daily bases and would love some feminine company. maybe i can show you something?” she leaned in, eyeing the space around you guys for anyone lurking in your conversation. 

and how stupid would you be to deny the princess’ request. with stifled giggles and rushed footsteps, kitana grabbed your hand and rushed off to the palace quarters. sindel watched in amusement, she had the same harmless suspicion as a mother watching her daughter and a friend do some secret activity at a sleepover. 

“i won’t go too hard on you, just show you moves you can do when someone invades your space in a manner that is distasteful.” 

it only took a couple minutes for liu kang and the rest of the quartet to notice your usual cheerful and sometimes invasive presence was missing. and how lucky, you did not have to witness mileena’s moment of weakness or when general shao insulted your boys or the plans he had that had yet to be unravelled.

when you finally returned to them later that night, you were a little bruised and definitely sore, but you wouldn’t rest until you could show what you learned on a real person, someone like… a drunk johnny cage.

“how did you manage to sneak off with princess kitana?” kenshi quipped, a little dismayed that it was you of all people.

“i didn’t do anything, in fact, it was her who rizzed me up. don’t be jealous ken-doll.” you wiggled your eyebrows to piss him off further.

“well don’t leave anything to the imagination. what happened?” johnny slurred. this time, he was cosigned by a similarly drunk kung lao, leaving a blushing raiden behind.

“yeah? you wanna know?” you egged them on, leading them to their impending doom.

they nodded eagerly. “well come closer, i can’t exactly say this with so many ears leading back to the empress.” you tease.

when they approach and lean down for you to whisper into their ear, you unleashed your attack. you provide a swift uppercut to kung lao’s chin sending him flying back before he composed himself. you then quickly drop down before swinging your leg around to knock johnny off his. kung lao, the ever so competitive, charged back. this time, you used your refreshed gymnastic skills from kitana to avoid his rapid punches.

round off after round off you avoided him until you could feel your exhaustion setting in, while on your hands, you bent your knees and elbows, trying to gain enough energy to push off and drive your legs up. your heels made contact with kung lao’s chin and sent him flying back. he did not get back up, succumbing to the contact and his drunken haze.

after you sent johnny to the ground, he made no attempt to get up, his drunken state rendering him incapacitated. 

you gracefully finish the round off and put both your hands in the air as if you as if you had finished an award winning gymnastics routine.

raiden clapped, clearly amused at the current state of his friends. kenshi rolled his eyes, but had a little smirk on his face. “since johnny was so adamant about you capturing everything, you should take a photo of them now.”

“omg ken-doll, that’s the best idea you have had yet!” you squeal and proceed to whip the device out to do so.

“i see that your confidence is back on the mend. i’m happy for you. i am also glad that you are no longer running from conflict.” liu kang chuckled and pat you on the back.

raiden picked up the unconscious kung lao while kenshi attended to johnny. you all then proceeded to walk to the quarters provided to you to settle in and prepare for the next day.

“i knew i had chosen right after all.” liu kang said.

“me? chosen? you flatter me kangaroo.” you smile.

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(The Next Day)

raiden stood before empress sindel, though her daughters were missing from their standard positions. she commemorated him of his past victories and how he only had two opponents who stood before him.

you were back on the sidelines with johnny, phone already recording. you were trying so hard not to yell out “Out-Worldstar”. the jokes just write themselves really.

so imagine your surprise when she announced that kitana was to be his next opponent. slyly, you and johnny slid your phones back into your pockets and just started whistling. all of a sudden interested in the plants and decorations rather than raiders impending doom.

“come on guys, you don’t have any faith in raiden?” kung lao nudged.

“it’s not that,” johnny began. “it’s that he’s definitely going to feel it after,” you finished.

“and i will win.” kitana interjected. she looked over at you, you could tell by the crinkle in her eye, she was smiling, ready to show you what it meant to really be femme fatale.

their quarrel began and liu kang had to even stop himself from giggling as you stared at kitana with a wide mouth and a hint of fear in your eyes. she could definitely hold her own in kombat. she performed aerial flips and even put her magic skills to the test against his lightening. it was miraculous even that their fight looked as if they were floating, feet only touching the ground for a moment before attacking or blocking.

despite her flare and her fans, raiden defeated her in a split second moment of weakness. but it didn’t damper how you felt about the strength she exhibited, if anything, it only fueled the fire in you to get back into your hobbies that you discussed last night. you were determined to actually earn your position within liu kang’s entourage.

she congratulated his victory and with no moment of rest, raiders next opponent was introduced: general shao.

you, johnny, kenshi, and kung lao visibly and audibly gulped. kenshi even tugged at his collar a bit to relieve pressure. it seemed as if the ground shook as he approached the ring. you heard how he made a commotion last night by insulting Earthrealmers and their inherent weakness, so you knew he would show no mercy towards raiden.

you look around at your companions, while lui kang focused intensely on the oncoming battle, everyone else was face deep in a newspaper. this caused you to tilt your head while wearing a monotonous look upon your face.

“ok, i know we are all concerned right now, but maybe the least we can do is cheer him on during his final fight.” neurons began firing as you thought of ways to encourage raiden. then it hit you.

“no.” 

“ken-doll come onnnnn. you have to join in or else it won’t be authentic.” you begged, hugging his leg and refusing to get off despite his attempts to kick and remove you.

“i am not doing a pom-pom cheer for a fight.” he grit his teeth.

“come on man, its his last one. we either celebrate now or he dies without ever knowing we were there for him.” johnny wrapped his arm around kung lao and kenshi.

“we can be like the Jackson 5! raiden being michael, obviously” he continued.

“i can hear you guys.” raiden turned, almost embarrassed. 

“one time?” kenshi looked down at you, who was still holding on to his leg, returning his stare with puppy dog eyes, your lips wobbling.

you nodded feverishly. he sighed knowing that you have managed to knock his ego down twice now.

“ok.”

you hopped back up excitedly and immediately got your camera ready and positions set.

the kombat was long and brutal, general shao taking every attack raiden gave him and raiden doing the same. though, you do think your plan to increase raiden’s mood distracted the general at some points, allowing raiden to get some solid hits in. you could not lie, raiden’s usual shy demeanor did not match the one before you: a calm, composed, yet deadly storm. his movements also memorized you as his flash of lightning put on a show similar to that of fireworks.

and as general shao fell to the ground, it fell silent even as the ground trembled. you cheered and even entered the ring to give him a hug with the strength of a anaconda, lifting him off the ground some.

“you did it! you singlehandedly saved Earthrealm” you bounced with misplaced excitement.

“and she calls me kangaroo.” liu kang enters as well to also congratulate his champion.

sindel arose to also congratulate him before swiftly disappearing to someplace that would remain unknown to you.

“come. let us bid our hosts farewell and return to Earthrealm.” liu kang looked pleased at the state of his entourage before leading the way. 

[iipclaud]

[mairablue]

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SCM- DEPARTMENT OF PUNISHMENT

ZYGLAVIS ♎️ - Sleep Well, My Love

A/N: Thank you for requesting anon. I hope this story is to your liking. 😊❤️

The rain fell heavily, making unpleasant noise as it hit the window. You were lying on the bed. Your eyes were tightly closed as you tried focusing on your breathing to calm your mind.

You knew, it was surely past midnight.

Tomorrow you had to wake up early, revise the documents one last time before handing it over to Lady Irianna. Then wait anxiously as they evaluate your work.

-

'Zyglavis? Are you done writing?'

Looking up Zyglavis met the eyes of his mentor. "No, sir. I- "

His metor raised his hand indicating him not to continue the rest of the sentence.

" You should take rest. We will complete the lessons tomorrow." He said as an affectionate smile graced on his face.

Reluctantly Zyglavis stood up and closed the book and notebook and snapped his fingers, putting them in their designated place.

" Thank you, sir ", he said before quietly exiting the room.

On his way to his room he was greeted by some of the rain drops them were carried by the wind. Which felt refreshing against his skin. He stood there in the hallway, gazing at the distant trees of the forest. Strangely enough, he thought of running out in this heavy rain shower and seek shelter in the woods leaving behind all his troubles. Will he be at peace there, he wondered?

Slow footsteps could be heard coming in his direction. But he was too engaged in his own thoughts to try and figure out who was there.

The footsteps came to a halt near him. Sensing the presence of his beloved, he turned around and smiled. She returned his smile; intertwining her fingers with his.

Hand in hand they walked back to their room.

-

" Can't sleep? " he said gently brushing a strand of your hair. " I am a bit worried..." you admitted.

" You have given your all. The result is not in our hands." He said trying to take some of the stress off your mind and placed a kiss on your temple. "Close your eyes, my dear."

You felt calm under his touch as he began stroking your hair.

He sang an old lullaby, from the peaceful days. The lyrics, telling the tale of a forgotten time somewhere in a remote valley hidden by the great walls of a mountain range. His voice gently guiding you; where you may rest in a peaceful slumber until the sun rises again.