#traffic x reader

[pearlescentparade]

Hiiiiiiiiii!!!! I HAVE RETURNED FOR A REQUEST!!!

Can I get fluff with Traffic (yes, from Phighting, and yes there NEEDS to be more of him 💔) where he's telling you about his travels? Fluff please!

-🌺🌊

around the world 🚥 traffic x reader fluff drabble 💝

your head rests on your hands as you lean on the counter of traffic's mini pop-up stall, intently looking up at its owner. business is slower now that the evening is setting in, and most inphernals are either home or rushing to get there, so traffic has all the time in the inpherno to focus on his lone customer. and though you don't buy anything, he always appreciates some good company.

you softly sigh, your warm breath forming white puffs of smoke in the cold air. "y'know, i don't get out of here as often as i should.. i'm just too used to crossroads, i think i'd perish anywhere else. like a fish out of water." absentmindedly, you glance to one of the colossal green signs towering over the street leading to one of the factions. those have always felt imposing, like it looked down upon you for your nonalignment. being born in crossroads with no allegiance to any faction made you free, but you mourned your lack of a definite culture.

traffic lazily grins, his relaxed expression void of judgement. "that's alright. think you'd change yo' mind if i tell you how it is in those other places? it might help."

you nod immediately. even if you aren't able to be convinced to pick up traveling, you just like to listen to traffic's voice anyway. and you figure he's probably itching to share his experiences. he's mentioned how little he gets to talk to the other vendors.

he leans back in his chair, placing a foot on the counter and bringing a hand to his chin while he thinks. "i always need to wear at least 6 layers when i'm travelling to blackrock, that weather's no joke, dude. they got loads of sweet tech all over the place, though. almost everything is replaced with technology: busses, menus, think i even saw a robotic ball that sprouted legs and brought itself back after it got thrown," traffic mimics a walking motion with his index and middle finger, "craaaazy cool."

"sounds like it came straight out of a dystopian novel.." a shiver travels up your spine at the mental image you've started to conjure up. a faction run completely by machine, with little organic life... compared to crossroads, which is almost always bustling with inphernals and liveliness, blackrock sounded dead and cold. thinking back on all of the blackrockians you've met before, it makes sense why they act that way.

he laughs, and the gems strung across his horns jingle, as if laughing with him. both sounds float away in the night breeze. "yeah, it kinda does. but the snow is real pretty, maybe i should take you to just see that then blast outta there." your eyes light up at his off-handed suggestion of taking you along.

"sounds like a plan." travelling is better with friends, especially with friends who are experts. and more especially with cute friends who are experts. so maaaaybe you'd be a bit more open about going to blackrock if he's coming with.

he continues on, "then there's playground. dude, those guys are jaaccckkeeddd. i almost got jumped one time by one of the gangs there." his hand reaches behind his head to scratch it, as if he should feel awkward about it.

traffic mentions it casually, like it's an everyday experience he's used to. on the other hand, you straighten up and abruptly lean towards him with a worried face painted on your features. "seriously?? did you get hurt??" in your concern, you don't seem to notice how a faint pink dances over traffic's face at how close you are, yet he doesn't lean back to create distance.

playing it cool, he waves it off, "nah, i offered some of my 'supply' and we all got stoned. they were chill after that." despite his reassurance, you sweat. is that really how he should be defusing situations...?

you sigh in disappointment and it almost tugs traffic's usual smile into a frown, his lips twitching slightly downward before quickly reverting back upward. "i hope you're not doing that every time you get into trouble, that stuff has bad long-term effects." it's probably all stuff he's heard before, but you still nag, like he'd actually listen to you. maybe a part of you hoped it would be different if it came from you.

"i heard you can get brain fog and memory problems from it. if you ever forget me, i'll seriously cry. then i'll put you in the ground after." you hold up a clenched fist for emphasis as you narrow your eyes at him. your threat has no true malice behind it, but you still want him to take it seriously.

traffic playfully quirks a brow. "aw, now you're makin' me feel bad." he shifts in his seat and crosses his arms, but not defiantly. "alright, i'll lay off for a while. just for you." then, he has the audacity to point finger guns at you and shoot a wink your way. you simply roll your eyes and groan at his corniness, which earns you a wheezy laugh from him.

after he comes down from his little laughing fit, he resumes his stories. "you've probably never been to a thieves' den festival, eh? the fireworks are a sight, lots of colors and really sweet designs. lots of demons set up a picnic on one of the cliffs and watch with friends and family. we should go together sometime."

"you asking me out?" you tease, naively hoping to catch a glimpse of a flustered traffic.

"yup." your hopes are crushed with his blunt response, and instead, it's you who gets a little embarrassed. out of the kindness of his heart, traffic refrains from laughing, if only for your sake. "though, there's lots of pickpockets there, especially 'round festival time. we'll have to stick kinda close together, that coo'?" he talks like it's already been settled that you're going. but considering your track record of being unable to say no to him, it's a reasonable assumption.

you huff, "oh trust me, i wouldn't dare stray too far from you in a place i know nothing about. i'm gonna cling onto you for dear life."

traffic snorts, finding amusement in the thought of you anxiously holding onto him like the introvert friend at a party. "i wouldn't mind that." because of course he wouldn't. he probably wouldn't even mind it if you climbed him and rode on his shoulders the entire time you guys were there.

you mutter a 'good' under your breath, and he moves on, "finally, there's lost temple. its golden desert goes for miiiiiles. 's great to look at but not to hike through... i'm still shaking the sand out of my shoes weeeeks after." he chuckles, a husky noise. "the jewelry is real gorgeous, though. super detailed craftsmanship and stuff, dude."

"ooh, you wanna bring back any for me?" when you ask, you mean it rhetorically, as silly banter. like you're half-expecting traffic to say 'nah', even if you know it's not in his nature.

but there's an earnest look in traffic's eyes when he asks, "don't need to if we're going together, right?" and he holds a hand out, like he's inviting you to go now, even though the both of you know fully well you're going nowhere when it's so dark out.

for a moment, you simply look at his hand, as if you have no clue what to do with it. "you're really bent on that, huh? you don't even have the courtesy to be discreet about it.."

but it only delays the inevitable of your hand joining his, slotting almost perfectly on top. he feels rough, but enticingly warm. it doesn't help when his fingers gingerly move to enclose around yours, ensnaring them in a trap of tenderness.

"my bad, i'm just excited to have a travel buddy, 's all."

(parade postscript: im the damn dialogue disciple but it cant be helped when the whole premise of the drabble is traffic yapping + you don't switch locations and stay at his fuckass stall the whole time </3 also guys im a licensed driver now)

[exnoiafork]

Can we get some Traffic x Reader pretty please? I love the silly dude so much but he only has one line ever. :(

traffic is kinda underrated omg

Traffic x reader yuri :3

Disclaimer: possibly ooc

- you met traffic when he was.. high. like bro higher than Mount Everest and he was just living in his own world

- “Uh.. you’re acting really funny. Like, how many fingers am I holding up right now??”

- “Huh..? What fingers, man?” *insert high notes here*

- dear god.. what was this guy on?

- “.. hsheidnjs… the names’ Traffic, man..”

- you swear you saw that guy smoking a pack like. in the alleyway a bit ago

- suddenly.. that.. high guy.. kissed you??!!. wowzers!!

-you were blushing a bit.. you kinda liked it :3

- eventually, he got his mind together .

- “ ‘Suh dude… “

- “ You… you just kissed me!!-“

- you were kinda flustered . really flustered .

- he kissed you again . <-

IM SOS ORRY IF IT WAS SHORT THERES NOTHING ON THIS GUY 😭😭🙏

[2tarbell]

just thinking about TRAILERPARK!RAFE and reader driving around in his truck. it’s one of those ones with a bench seat so she can ‘snuggle up real close’ (rafe’s words). specially when it starts getting colder. it has a collection of her favorite cds tucked in every crevice and various little hair clips of hers. hes got a picture of her tucked into the mirror (that he definitely sticks in his hat when he goes to work). he loves how his truck is just an extension of his girl.

it’s always her sittin’ sideways, legs hooked over his lap. one of his arms wrapped around her waist and the other hand lazily holding onto the steering wheel. she says she hates when he drives one handed, but honestly… it’s kind of sexy.

nudging his jaw with her nose and peppering pecks on the stubbled skin. and you bet she’s giving him sweet kisses at stop lights that he always tries to deepen. but then she’s giggling and telling him to drive. and he’s smiling boyishly and pinching her waist.

“none’a that, baby — c’mon. gimme another kiss.”

“rafe — there’s a car comin’ up…”

“i don’t give a shit — give dad a kiss, now…”

[3d-wifey]

NSFT Alphabet: MK1 Johnny Cage Edition

A/N: Wrote this to hold you Johnny girls (gender neutral) over until I finish that smut 😙 Plus, I find writing these Alphabets for a character in preparation to write full-fledged smut for them is very helpful in capturing accurate characterization. It's almost like a writing exercise. I've written three different ones so far and I tried to keep them in character, if that makes sense. Like, I tried putting their personality and language in it. Okay, enjoy.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Talking. So much talking. But, honestly, did you expect anything else? As he’s pulling out, as he’s carrying you to the shower, as you’re washing his hair. And when it inevitably leads to shower sex, he’s talking then too. You’ll never meet a man who loves the sound of his own voice more than Johnny Cage.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Uh, how ‘bout the artillery canons strapped to his arms? C’mon, I mean, who wouldn’t want a ticket to the gun show? 

Face. Is saying your face too cliche? Hear him out! You want specifics? He can do specifics! He likes the dimples that pop in your cheeks when he finally gets you to laugh at one of his jokes, the little crease you get between your eyebrows when he’s pissed you off, the adorable way your nose scrunches up when he does that one thing with his tongue that drives you crazy. See? Specifics!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Pull out game…very weak. Embarrassingly weak, actually. He swears he’s never had this problem before. His ability to pull out in the nick of time has always been something he’s prided himself on. However, he vastly underestimated just how good you’d feel. He’s clean, you’re clean, and, hey! You both prefer the feeling of hitting it raw, the way nature intended it. However, your pussy’s like wet kryptonite. And he’s only a man. A very awesome man, but a man nonetheless. So birth control it is! Or, if you’re turned off by all the side effects, he can be talked into a vasectomy. It’s either that or give up the sweet, sweet embrace of your walls when he’s balls deep. 

On second thought, that vasectomy sounds pretty tempting. It is reversible, right?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Johnny would leak his own sex tape. Plain and simple. He’d leak it from a burner account and watch the chaos ensue. There’s no shame in his game. Hey, it’s ranked the Number 1 Celebrity sex tape for a reason.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Is this even a question? Actors, singers, models, directors, producers. He’s THE Johnny Cage, Hollywood royalty. He’s fucked actual royalty. You’re in good hands—as long as he cares about you. If you’re a random hookup, then he’s not really working for your pleasure here. You’ll definitely cum, but it’s mainly a pit stop on his way to the finish line. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl. Johnny’s an ass man, through and through. He loves fucking up into you and watching your ass ripple with both of your movements. And he loves holding onto you. Big hands grabbing your waist, hips, thighs, and especially your ass. He also loves seeing you both in action. So reverse cowgirl + some artfully placed full-length mirrors = Him wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing at your clit, and forcing you to watch yourself as you desperately grind against him, AKA Heaven. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, c’mon. It isn’t like him to be serious in any situation. He’s gotta slip a joke in every now and then. Get it? Slip a joke in?

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Wax on, wax off, baby. Smoother than a seal. Or, uh, some other sexy, hairless animal. You mourn when he waxes his happy trail. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

You’ll be surprised by how charming he can be. It’s not all jokes and great orgasms. It’s also loving touches, reverent compliments, and amazing orgasms.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He’s got a healthy libido and a pretty stacked schedule, so sometimes a quick introduction between his hand and mini Johnny can’t be helped. But he’s also got a smoking hot girlfriend (you), so jerking off by himself is a rare occurrence. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism. What can he say? He’s a performer at heart and he loves an audience. But nothing crazy, just your average celebrity having sex on a yacht that’s in full view of the paparazzi. Or the occasional jerking off with you telling him how fast or slow to go. Oh, and you can’t forget about the sex tapes. Man, with the amount of videos he has of the two of you going at it, he could start an archive. You two have definitely ended up on the cover of TMZ and the front page of Twitter.

Voyeurism. But only for you. He’s enthralled by anything you do, including how many of your much smaller fingers will you stuff inside yourself to replicate the feeling of him stretching you wide. It usually leads to you begging for him to touch you, something else he’s in love with. Nothing wrong with a little hands-on audience participation.

Dirty talk. Normally, dirty talk is kind of basic to any old romp in the hay, but Johnny, being Johnny, puts his own Cage flair on it. Those corny oneliners somehow translate to the perfect thing to say to get you hot. He’s like Shakespear, if Shakespear was good-looking and not a virgin. You know what they say: everything sounds better when you’re horny. Who says that? Uh…

Fighting/Sparing which always leads to blood play. Winning a match gets Johnny’s blood pumping. The adrenaline of escaping death and the crowd hyping him up. And the crux of it all is you who happens to get especially wet when he comes to you covered in blood, grinning with a glint in his eyes that’s poorly hidden behind his blood-speckled sunglasses (a glint that many may describe as mania). And it certainly goes the other way. Watching you kick ass makes him harder than a diamond. Sparing together is a no-brainer that leads to fucking on his gym floor, or, honestly, wherever you two fall. Lui Kang must regret making you two his champions in this timeline with how often he’s walked in on you two. Offering to let him join probably doesn’t soften the blow, but, hey, it’s only polite.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In his mansion. In one of his lavish beds, or pressed up against the wall-length windows. In his Bentley or in the back of his limo. He’s a big fan of fingering you under the table at an award show and then fucking you in a bathroom at said award show when he should definitely be on stage presenting. For whatever reason, walking the red carpet always gets him worked up. And going to the club together always ends with you riding him in the VIP section.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Such a complex question for a man with complex taste. I’m joking, Johnny is so easy. It’s actually ridiculous how easily you turn him on. Laugh at his joke, hard. Complement his acting or fighting, hard. Running your fingers through his hair/scratching his scalp, hard. Feel him up/tease him in any context, hard. You’re covered in blood after a win, hard, hard, rock hard.

“Are you King Midas? Cuz you make me hard with just one touch.”

“That one was actually kinda clever.” 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing too gross. He’s all for sloppy, messy sex, but he has to draw the line somewhere. There’s nasty 👁🫦👁 and there’s n a s t y 👁👄👁. 

He likes to tease/do the opposite of what you say, but if you’re not 100% on board with what he’s doing, then he’s stopping it then and there. Remember: there’s nothing sexier than explicit consent!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preferred to receive before he started dating you, and only ever had the urge to go down on someone if he had been drinking before. After you started dating, he definitely loved it whenever you gave him head, but he didn’t realize how much pleasure he could get from giving you pleasure. 

He loves sloppy head, giving and receiving, so if you weren’t wet before, you definitely will be after he gets his mouth on you. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on when and where you’re doing it. And if you two are “allowed” to be doing it in said place.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Big fan of the guy who came up with the idea of quickies, enough said. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

C’mon. He’s the leading source of your sex tapes getting leaked. I mean, how do you think the paps keep finding you in compromising positions? A little tip-off to them while you take his tip, ha!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

It’s like he runs off horsepower, good God. If you’re trying to go until he’s tired out, it’s gonna be a couple of rounds until then.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s a fan of dildos. Specifically, watching you fuck yourself with one. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you want me.” And show him, you do. God, you know how to put on a show. But you shouldn’t have to settle for some random dildo. You’re with the Cage man, and he would get a mold of his dick made for you. And they say he’s not romantic. 

Strap-on. That’s it. And he takes it well ;).

Remote-controlled vibrators, for you and him. Hell, let’s make a game out of it. See who can last the longest in public, there are no losers! 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

His version of teasing is doing the opposite of what you said to do. You want him to speed up? He’s slowing down and making sure you feel every inch inside you. Oh, keep his hands above his head? You gonna make him? He’s a total brat, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Heh, yeahhh. He’s real loud. Moans, groans, screams, whimpers. You name it, he’s doing it. It’s the performer in him. And because he knows you like how he sounds.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Tattoos? Sexy as hell. If you were to ever get his name tattooed on you (preferably a tramp stamp), then you might as well start planning what flowers you want in your bouquet. I could see him getting your name tattooed on him too. Probably on his pelvis, in the middle of his v-line. In case anyone ever needs a reminder of who his dick belongs to.  

Type of guy to dedicate a Mortal Kombat match to you, and then lose. Ah, I’m joking. He’d beat his opponent’s ass all because you promised him victory sex if he won and he doesn’t take victory sex lightly.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got an 8.5–8.9 inch hog, shower not a grower. Little Johnny isn’t so little. There’s a reason he’s alright with doing full-frontal nudity if the scene calls for it. They’ve had to CG out his bulge in post-production in every Ninja Mime movie. It’s not his fault spandex happens to be the clingiest material known to man.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than Mount Fuji. He’s a stallion in his prime with a gorgeous girlfriend. His spare time is filled with filling you. And you both tend to feed off of each other, so all it takes is for one of you to be the tiniest bit turned on, and then, boom! You’re both desperately grinding against each other in a supply closet. Ain’t that just the way?

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends. He’s kind of like a dog that needs to tire himself out before he can sleep. 

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[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I hope you’re doing good! I’m not sure if this has been done yet, but I got an idea for a fluff (possibly a pinch of angst?) scenario!:

Any, all or two of the traffic light trio sillies (Mei, Red Son, MK), with an s/o GN!reader that’s an experienced healer who takes care of them after a tough battle against a monster of your choosing. Maybe they have a heartfelt conversation afterwards, or during the process of patching them up, about getting themselves in danger for the sake of saving the world? 👀

Been thinking a lot about this since s5 lmao. Haven’t fully recovered yet 💀

🍜💛 Healing a Trio —🐉💚 Traffic Light Trio x GN Healer!Reader HCs 🔥❤️

Genres: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- It had been a fight with a huge hawk demon, one that MK was pretty confident he could take, especially cause Mei could use her bike to move closer to the threat. Red Son was roped in by circumstance, begrudgingly working with the heroes to defeat the threat. The attack was a surprise, so there wasn't much the Trio was prepared to do. Once it finally ended, they were sufficiently scratched, scuffed, battered, and bruised

- The three had come to you a little hesitantly. They didn't like feeling like they were bothering you, especially because these always ended in some deep conversations about the nature of self-sacrafice and priorities. When you'd opened your door to the three and allowed them in without many questions, they filed in, MK and Mei attempting lighthearted jokes right off the bat to diffuse tension

- MK, for as much as he gets hurt, sucks at getting patched up. He hisses and writhes if the topical medicine stings, yelping and whining at the unpleasant sensations. He's a very dramatic patient, but a very talkative one as well

- He tells you about the fight, reassuring you that he already remembers the conversations you'd both had before about these things. He's not exactly happy having to sit still while getting bandaids and bandages applied, but he's obviously still proud of his victory

- He's more quiet when you're closer, focusing on the feeling of your hands on his skin, the gentle and reliable touch providing a sense of safety and warmth. He feels his heart swell seeing the determined expression you have while working, and little flutters when you occasionally banter back. This routine between you was familiar, it was comforting. He felt safe under your care

- Mei, meanwhile, is also a pretty passionate speaker, but much less of a whiner than MK. Her problems are mostly just squirming from being hyperactive and wound up on adrenaline, frequently trying to hop off of your workbench to demonstrate a move

- Your gentle chastising with Mei is unique, specifically taking time to address how she feels being on the sideline of missions these days, and having to hold things together for MK most of the time. She feels like she can have that full honesty with you, your complete confidentiality and understanding helping to hold her together

- She flirts with you more openly than the other two. Any time you're close enough, she points out something about your face to compliment. She offers to help you do small things, asking questions about your job and what kinda stuff you see outside of the Monkey Crew

- Red Son, like the others, is a talker. His ramblings are closer to ranting and raving, and outside of waving his arms or doing grand dramatic gestures, he's more still than the other two

- Conversations about his family are what come up most often, when he isn't bragging about his villainy or latest attacks on the town. More recently he's been talking a lot about working as a food vendor. It's nice to see him happy about something that doesn't come from malicious intent

- He allows himself to show past his anger and be more vulnerable with you. He's a hint softer, a little more willing to be honest and open with you. He loves your willingness to do this for them, and he tells you frequently how much he admires you and your work

- The three usually stick around for a few hours after each appointment, talking with you and telling you about everything you my have missed in their lives. They treasure their individual time with you, and Mei and MK especially try to hype you up all the time to show their thanks

- They invite you out every once in a while to have some hangouts without medicine or injury in the picture. They introduce you as a vital member of the team to others and get protective of you during battles

[saetiate]

i don't know if i'll write this personally because i’m too in love with him but. ex bf sae who you still hook up with. he’s sitting on the edge of your bed, putting his clothes on, as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“you don’t have to go, sae,” he knows you well enough to know the sweet sing-song of your voice is more like a plea, the way you pull him in like a siren. it takes everything from him to stop himself from lying back down with you. he wraps a hand around your arm instead, lets himself indulge in your warmth for just a moment.

“we both know that’s not a good idea.”

and then he’s standing up, leaving you leaning on nothing.

“sae?”

he wants to. but what he wants and what’s good has rarely been the same thing. he cups your face with one hand, lets his thumb run over your cheek. you lean into him like this, in a way that’s so familiar it has his heart aching. he hasn’t know home for a long time. in another life, maybe he could’ve.

in another life, he does the opposite of what he does now. he pulls away. “i can’t be what you need.”

his eyes are colder than you’ve ever seen, something worse than hate — disregard.

(he’d rather hurt himself like this, than hurt you ever again.)

[lovezbrownies]

MINE. (Yandere!M!Kidnapper)

General Masterlist.

Synopsis:Milo Carrick, a quiet and obsessive captor, keeps you bound and gagged in his twisted, suffocating love, using threats against your loved ones to ensure your compliance while slowly unraveling your will to resist.

PAIRING: Yandere!Kidnapper Milo Carrick x GN!Reader.

WARNINGS: kidnapping, threats, insane, psychological manipulation, violence and implied torture.

Milo Carrick had always admired you from afar. He'd watched you from the shadows, unnoticed, his gaze lingering just a little too long on your every movement. He admired the way you carried yourself, the way your voice would hum through the air, and the way your laugh could light up the room.

But admiration wasn’t enough for him anymore.

He needed you. Needed to feel your presence, to hear your voice, to own you completely. And when the opportunity arose, when fate seemed to align just right, Milo took it. It was a late evening when he found you alone, wandering just outside the safety of the crowded streets. That’s when he struck, a calculated, gentle touch that left you breathless and disoriented. He spoke softly, reassuringly, as you felt your body grow weak from the chloroform.

When you awoke, the world around you was unfamiliar. The walls were cold, painted an off-white that made everything feel sterile, disconnected. Your eyes scanned the room, only to meet his—a cold, calculating gaze that softened when his lips curled into that unsettlingly calm smile.

“Good, you’re awake,” Milo’s voice was smooth, almost comforting, despite the situation. “I’ve waited for this moment for so long. I couldn’t let you slip away anymore.”

There was no anger, no violence in his words—only the quiet certainty of a man who knew he was going to get exactly what he wanted. You, trapped in his grasp, were exactly what he had dreamed of for months, years maybe.

At first, you resisted, tried to escape, but he was always one step ahead, ensuring that every escape attempt failed, that every plan was thwarted. With each failure, your will started to crumble, not because you were weak, but because Milo was patient. He was always patient.

Slowly, you began to see a different side to him. He wasn’t cruel—at least, not in the traditional sense. He doted on you, brought you food, cared for your wounds when you were reckless enough to try escaping. He spoke to you with such care, his words filled with admiration, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. And perhaps, in his eyes, you were.

He would leave little notes for you, scribbled messages of affection, of his longing. “I love you,” they would say. Or sometimes, “You're mine, and I'm never letting you go.” They were sweet in their own twisted way, each word an imprint of his obsession.

But it was the way he watched you that unsettled you the most—the way his gaze lingered with that quiet, unsettling affection. There was no doubt in his eyes, no hesitation. You were his, and nothing, not even your resistance, would change that.

Over time, you began to soften. There was a strange comfort in the routine, a strange warmth in the attention Milo gave you. You began to wonder if it was just easier to submit, to accept the love he was offering, no matter how twisted it seemed. And with that acceptance came something even more dangerous: a deepening connection with him. A part of you began to long for his touch, to crave the way his gaze would soften when he looked at you, as if you were the only thing that mattered in his world.

Milo had won. His obsession had become something even more powerful—something that you could no longer deny. You were his. And now, you found yourself falling into the same obsessive love that he had been cultivating all this time.

The room was dim, the only light coming from a flickering candle on the nearby nightstand. The air was thick with the scent of fresh linens, the cold walls pressing in on you like the suffocating weight of Milo’s obsession. Your body was bound to the bed, wrists and ankles tied tight enough to leave painful marks but not enough to truly bruise. A cloth gag muffled your breath, and every desperate attempt to speak or scream came out as a pathetic whimper.

Milo was sitting next to you, the soft sound of his breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric the only noises in the room. He was so calm. His fingers, unnervingly gentle, traced the edge of your cheek, like he was studying you, memorizing every inch of you. His eyes glistened with that unsettling, possessive adoration.

"You're so beautiful like this," Milo murmured, his voice low and smooth, an unsettling calmness to it. His fingers curled under your chin, lifting it gently to meet his gaze. “I’ve always loved you, you know. From the first moment I saw you, I knew… you were meant to be mine.”

Your heart raced, your chest tightening as you desperately struggled against the ropes, the gag choking back the scream you so badly wanted to let out. You couldn’t. You couldn't resist. You tried before, and the memories of what happened after made your blood run cold. The memory of Milo’s cold, threatening words—how he promised that the next time you tried to escape, not only would you be punished, but so would your loved ones.

The way his fingers had clenched the letter opener that night, his eyes narrowing as he made his threats. "You think you can get away from me, darling? I'll make sure they never even see you again."

The image of your family, your friends, in pain because of your defiance haunted you. You hated him. You hated this. You hated how he’d taken everything from you, forced you into this twisted captivity. But every time you tried to break free, there was nothing but more pain—more suffering.

Milo’s hand was now running through your hair, his fingers so soft, almost soothing. “I don’t want to hurt you, darling. I really don’t.” His voice was so sincere, it made your skin crawl. “I just… want to be close to you. I want you to understand. You’re safe here. You’re with me, now. There’s no need to be scared. No need to fight.”

His other hand slipped beneath the covers, brushing against the warmth of your body, and you recoiled instinctively. But his grip tightened, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he held you still, his thumb gently stroking your bound wrists.

“I know it’s hard,” he continued, his voice almost a whisper. “But one day, you’ll see that I’m doing this for you. We’ll be perfect together. You and me.”

Your body tensed as you fought to keep your breathing steady, trying to keep the tears at bay, trying to push away the sickening feeling that spread through your chest. It was so wrong. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to resist, to fight, but the thought of what Milo had done before—what he could do again—stopped you.

He had you trapped. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. His control over you was suffocating, and as much as you wanted to tear yourself away from him, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Milo leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, darling. And nothing will ever change that.”

The words sent a chill down your spine. You wanted to scream. To lash out. But all you could do was lie there, his hands on your body, and wait for the moment when the fear would finally consume you completely.

But deep down, you couldn’t ignore the growing part of you that started to wonder if this was your reality now. If resistance was futile, and maybe… maybe you were destined to belong to him after all.

[docwritesshit]

hihi!!! can I request a traffic light trio x fem!goddess reader please!! (all separate head cannons!!)

Oooo this’ll be fun!

Traffic light trio x Fem!Goddess!Reader

Redson

With this one, yall met a celestial event

One look across the room and this one became so curious

You were someone newer, under the wing of Quanyin and still learning the ropes but getting the hang of it quite easily

So you two met, begrudgingly under Quanyins guidance

But Reds was very… nice and polite. Very different from the stories you heard

Then things evolved and here you were dating!

She visits you more often than you visit her, mostly because his father likes to joke they took after him

PIF and DBK both approve of this btw. They would be hypocrites not to.

Gifts and trinkets they made decorate your walls, however they are more mystical in nature

Loves loves loves when you send gifts back. Likes the the little swans you make to actually fly down to him the most

Dates consist of you guys walking the celestial heavens all day any day

Letters travel back and forth between you two a lot because yall are both pretty busy

What you don’t know is that they save all of the letters in order to craft you a swan of your own made up of the love he has for you

Cuddle up to him and watch them combust

MK

Ok he may have flown a bit too high while in his bird form and smacked you in the face-

Instantly transforming back and apologizing profusely

Then he gets stars in his eyes once he really looks at you

“Wow… you might be the goddess of my dreams- SORRY THAT SLIPPED OUT!”

Poor boy, he’s too cute for his own good

Once you start dating, he sends you so many doodles he’s made of you

So. Many. Doodles.

Even makes you a whole ass portrait for your anniversary

Yall both go to Flower Fruit Mountain for dates

Wukong keeps to himself, but gives MK proud smirks so damn often

Loves cuddling you. Snug as a bug in a rug when you hold him with all your robes flowing around

Makes you food. Is very particular on how he makes it cause you’re a goddess-

Loves star gazing with you and hearing all the stories you tell about different constellations

Oh my god he’s so fucking cute I can’t express how endearing it is

Would try and replicate a clay pot he saw and it would come out a muddled mess and you still cherish that thing

You are so protective of him if any other celestial tries to criticize you for dating the pupil of that “menace of a primate”

He has and will faint if you coo over him being cute. Do it, it’ll be funny

Mei

Honestly, pure fucking coincidence you two met

You were talking with the her uncle and she decided to crash in for a visit

Took one look at you and went “oh, cute. Imma keep her!”

And so you two are dating now-

Dates take place in Megalopolis mostly, she doesn’t really like the celestial realm and you haven’t seen a lot of the modern world

Likes to take you on motorcycle rides the most. The gleam in your eyes pales to the sun in her mind

Gives you her jacket if you get cold, even if you pint out you can just summon one of your own.

Loves doing your hair. Trying out different hairstyles is so fun.

Gets you a phone. Then sends you songs that remind her of you. You have so many playlists from her

Teaches you hand to hand combat with weapons because you never know when you need it

Loves hanging you off her arm and bragging how she bagged a “goddess”

You wanna know what’ll get her weak as well? Do her own hair. Face will be beat red. Do it.

That’s all :3

[malikselfindulgence]

TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO X READER STUDY DATE HEADCANONS [seperate + all together!]

Content: reader is gender neutral, could be interpreted as either romantic or platonic

Headcanons under the cut!

RED SON:

☆ tries his best to keep you actually focused on the task at hand- doesn't let you goof off, but will allow consistent breaks

☆ but alas, once you've asked him a single question he'll derail the conversation twenty times over until he's completely off-topic and explaining something not even in your curriculum

☆ not that you mind- it's nice seeing him get passionate over topics he's into

☆ he tends to get absorbed into whatever he's working on, so study dates are a good way to get him to eat and drink water regularly alongside you

☆ I headcanon him as autistic, so parallel play is one of his favorite things! Enjoys being in your company while you each do your own seperate thing

☆ gets very easily frustrated if you're studying something not in his field of expertise [think molecular biology, literature, world geography] and you ask for his help only for him to not understand the question

☆ now it's your turn to try and keep him focused instead of going on a long-winded rant about how he's very smart and knowledgeable and this book is actually stupid and also he's-

MEI:

☆ you get a surprising amount of work done when you're with her!

☆ Mei's pretty good at balancing work and fun- she knows when to leave you be so you can focus on your studies, and when to strike up a conversation so you don't get too bored or stressed out

☆ she has a study date playlist specifically for the both of you that she updates frequently- she tries to keep her rock/metal songs out of it so it doesn't startle you and break your attention

☆ she's very horrible at explaining things- you ask her to help you with a question and although she understands the concept, she uses such convoluted metaphors and analogies that leave you more confused than before

☆ she likes holding your hand or sitting in your lap while you both work- just touching you in some way

☆ comes up with funny abbreviations for things you have to memorise

☆ gives you little pecks/kisses every once in a while, and near the end of your date when you're both burnt out, she'll give you a sleepy cuddle session while flipping through your flash cards

MK:

☆ oh boy

☆ where do I even start

☆ half of it is spent trying to wrangle MK into his desk, and the other half is spent trying to get him to open his books

☆ has a surprising amount of niche hyper-specific knowledge about various subjects, but if you ask him about the basics his mind'll blank

☆ tries his best to make the environment as comfortable for you as possible- utensils all set, cushions for your back, snacks and drinks on the table, reminders to stretch so your back doesn't hurt

☆ playing loud music tends to help him settle down and get some work done- you have to be holding his hand so he doesn't fidget around, though

☆ doodles on your notebooks/sticky-notes, usually small sketches of you or of himself giving you a thumbs up, flowers, hearts, little messages about how you're doing super well and you're super smart. It's really endearing and helps keep your morale up

☆ his attention span is very very low [I headcanon him as having ADHD], so he has to take multiple breaks in between. If you're still working while his mind is un-focused he'll braid your hair to keep his hands busy

RED SON + MEI + MK:

☆ yeah, you're not getting anything done today

☆ Mei and Mk together are a force to be reckoned with- and Red Son only adds fuel to the fire

☆ Mei and Mk'll make stupid jokes, Red Son'll tell them to shut up so he can focus, they'll make fun of him, he'll reply with a defensive and louder insult, and the cycle repeats

☆ if you ask a question, everyone'll be fighting to try and take a look at your book and help

☆ cue ensuing argument that lasts well into 20 minutes because all of them have a different answer

☆ upon googling it, you tell them that they're all wrong, actually

☆ even though you end up not doing anything, it's still a lot of fun- they're moreso just normal hangouts with the false advertisement of being productive

☆ the only time you get any work done with them is if it's the night before finals and you have to cram- the stress radiating off of you keeps their mouths shut

[Reminder that requests are open!]

[writeawaythepain]

That Funny Feeling

Jimmy Solidarity x (gn!reader)

…Hey! I’m not dead! And I finally have the urge to write again! Hope you enjoy my spiral into a new fandom!

tw: self-deprecating thoughts, angst (don’t worry there’s a fluff at the end)

Word count: 1.7k

Prompts:

“You are worthy of love and friends and respect.”

"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"

Summary:

You walk in on Jimmy having beef with a fence post, and though you're not really surprised, you wonder if he’s dealing with more pain than just that of his injured foot. Includes you giving the poor guy a much needed hug, and a slip-up that lets him in on how much you really care about him.

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You don’t think you’ve ever really seen Jimmy upset…not really. He never minded being the butt of any joke, laughing along at any jab or insult. He didn’t mind if people made fun of him as long as it made someone laugh at the end. He was selfless like that. You were always a little bit jealous of his resilience, and maybe that’s why you always thought of him as almost…invincible.

So, when one day you came to check up on how the Sheriff’s new building was going, you were surprised to see that barely any progress had been done. It actually…seemed like he’d torn parts of it down. You approached slowly, taking in the half done walls and foundation, a door frame without a door, and started to look for him. 

Before you can even call out to him, though, you see the back of a familiar blonde cowboy. A cowboy who was seemingly talking to himself. “No- come on Jim! You know you can do better at this- you just gotta… just gotta…” He stops, clenching his fists and yelling out in frustration. “It’s not that hard!” He emphasizes the last word by kicking a rickety fence post, but it must have been sturdier than he expected because he instantly flinched back, grabbing his foot and crying out in pain.

The whole sight was almost cartoonish, with him wearing his cowboy hat and boots, so you couldn’t help but snicker even as you reached out your hand in concern. “Oh my god Jimmy, are you ok?” You can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face, but it wavers slightly as you approach him and notice…are those tears in his eyes? He quickly wipes his face, replacing his frustrated look with an excited smile. 

“Oh hi! I didn’t even see you there! Me and this fence post are having beef, actually- See, it won’t do what I tell it to, and make my stuff look good so I was reminding ‘em who's in charge round here!” He laughs a little as he says it, his smile so bright you're inclined to believe him…it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes though, and you still wonder if the kick hurt him more than he was letting on.

“Yea, you really showed him!” You try to mirror his energy, shaking off some of your worries as he replies in his usual chipper tone.

“Yea I did!” He laughs but then slightly turns away from you. “Listen uh…you know I always love having you around. You’re welcome anytime! But uh…I really have a- a thing I gotta do and…” Your smile drops as you see him wince a little as he puts his weight on the foot he ‘beat up’ the fence post with.

“Hey Jimmy, is your foot ok?” You walk up to him, concerned. “Maybe you should sit down-“

“Nah I’m fine…probably anyway.” He laughs like it’s a joke, but when you look at him you're not smiling.

“You're limping. You might not have broken anything but- here, sit down.” You gently put your hand on his shoulder.

“It’s really nothing, I’m just being an idiot...” He moves away from your touch, shaking it off and puffing up his chest a little. He tries to shoot you a smile again, but it did little to aid your concerns.

“Just, let me take a look at it? Maybe I can help-“ You start, a little frustrated at his stubbornness.

“But I don’t need help! I can take care of it myself! I just- I just stubbed my toe. I’ll be fine!” You sigh, giving him a weird look, but deciding not to push it.

“…why were you beefing with the fence post anyway…did it kill your grandma?” You joke, hoping to fix the awkward air that had somehow come between the two of you. It’s weird, you’d never felt awkward talking with him before.

Instead of responding, Jimmy just turned towards his half finished building. And stood there. After a while he finally spoke. “Listen I’m, kinda busy right now. Maybe you can come back another time?” …Alright that’s it-

“Ok Jimmy, what is up with you? I came here to see your build, which looks less finished than when I saw it days ago may I add, and instead I see you kicking a fence post, getting defensive when I try to help, and now you don’t even laugh at my Trolls joke? …ok maybe it's an old meme but still-“ You chuckle, still kind of hoping he’d just turn around and start acting normal again. You’ve never seen him act like this before.

All he did was stand there…and as the silence grew longer you couldn’t help but start to get worried. “Gosh…I really am useless.” He finally says.

You almost roll your eyes, “Your not useless Jim-“ 

“Yes- yes I am!” He says it so firmly you freeze. You’ve never heard him raise his voice like that before. 

“I can’t build, I can’t fight, I can’t even be the guy who smiles all the time! I’m- I’m basically worthl-“ He stops himself. “…and I don’t know why I’m telling you this- I’m sorry.“ You're so surprised by his words you don’t even know what to say. “I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-“ He takes his hat off of his head and grips it in his hands. “It’s so stupid- I’m so stupid. It shouldn’t be this hard for me to just-“ His grip on the hat tightens.

“…Jimmy, you are not worthless. You don’t have to smile all the time to be the brightest ray of sunshine I know. You could probably make me see the silver lining of getting stabbed for god's sake-“ You almost laugh at your own words, hoping it would get through to him. “You are worthy of love and friends and respect. And I’m sorry I don’t tell you that enough.” You walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He slowly spins around, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I’m just being a baby-”

“No, no you're not. It’s ok to- to feel bad sometimes.” You interrupt gently before he can insult himself again.

“Why- why do you even care?” His voice wavers, and now you can see the tears streaming out of his eyes. 

“Because I love you…you idiot.” Jimmy freezes, and even you are a little surprised at your own words, but it’s true. “People care about you- I care about you! I don't care that you can’t build giant castles or fight dragons, or that you get mad or sad sometimes-“ Your rambling a bit, trying to recover from the bombshell you just dropped. Jimmy was just staring at you, eyes wide. 

“…you…love me? Like…love, love me?!” He says slowly, not really paying attention to anything else you said after.

“I- this is probably not the best time to just- but, yea. I really do.” You can’t help but look down as you admit it, and when you look back up at him he’s crying all over again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

He steps forward and wraps you in a hug, sobbing into your shoulder. You hug him back, rubbing his back and giving him some words of encouragement. Slowly his sobs get quieter, and eventually he pulls away from the hug.

“Um…” He sniffs. “I know I probably look like a mess right now-“

“Just a little.” You tease gently, wiping a stray tear off of his face.

“Right- but um…I love you too. Just so you know.” He avoids your eyes as he says it, then looks directly into them, gauging your reaction, as if to ensure this wasn’t all a joke.

“Like…?” You start.

“Yea…like that.” He gently bumps his forehead against yours, his regular confident smile returning to his face. “I cannot believe you fell for my Sheriff rizz.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Don’t- don’t say rizz-” You try to suppress a giggle, pretending to be upset. “Great, now you ruined the moment.”

His bravado instantly drops, “Wait. No wait I didn’t mean to-” You shut him up by yanking his neckerchief and planting a kiss on his cheek. “To…to…” His face slowly reddens as his brain catches up to his speeding heart.

“Fixed it.” You say simply, chuckling softly as your Sheriff still reboots. “I think I’m the one with the rizz~” You laugh.

“Yea, no I see how that ruins the moment.” You laugh even harder at his reaction, and he can’t help but join in. After a few moments, you end up gazing into his bright hazel eyes.

“You know you can always talk to me when you're feeling upset.” You say seriously, taking one of his hands with both of your own. “Don’t just…no one should be alone when they're feeling like that.”

“...I know…You're right, as always.” He smiles appreciatively, grabbing one of your hands with his free one. You both stand there, swaying your interlocked hands gently back and forth, just enjoying the other's company.

“You know, when you're feeling up to it, why don’t I help you finish this…” You look over the half finished building, realizing you had no idea what it was actually supposed to be.

“Barn. It’s – ” he sighs, as if even bringing it up makes him feel tired all over again, “ – ‘supposed to be a barn.” 

“Barn! Right, and we could even ask Joel to help.” His eyes widen.

“No! You can’t tell him- Oh my god I’d never hear the end of it!” You laugh at the urgency in his voice.

“Ok! Ok. It’ll just be me. I’ll help you…” You let go of his hands and instead interlock your fingers behind his neck. “It’ll be our little secret.” He gazes into your eyes with a look only comparable to a lovesick puppy.

“Gosh I really wanna kiss you right now-” He lets out with a whisper, and then it’s your turn to get a little flustered.

“Well…then kiss me cowboy.” You lean in and he meets you halfway, and the kiss is just as sweet as the blonde Sheriff you share it with.

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[flipitkickit]

ok anyway can u do hyunjin or sunghoon with a reader that’s ALWAYS playing fucking video games (pjsk 🥸🥸) and obviously hoonie/hyunjin are the finest mfs ever, but we’re too shy to talk to them so we just play video games and ignore them, and they’re like “😐?? why doesn’t she want me?”

this is cringe but it’s tumblr so i don’t feel embarrassed saying it

yeah ofc its not cringe at all pooks, dw <3 ill write them both individually cause I can't choose </3 currently experimenting w writing layouts how do we feel abt this one?

・❥・H. HYUNJIN

hyunjin has felix as a friend, so he's probably used to people like you, eyes glued to the bright screen your video game is on

he watches you play silently, commenting tiny things ever so often

what you don't tell him is that he's distracting you, he's an angel sent from heaven and he's watching you play a loser game

you give up when you fuck up for the millionth time, when he finally asks you what's wrong

you explain to him that you were just shy and he listens, your reasoning giving him a bit of relief from his overthinking

after warming up to him a little, you'd let hyunjin pull for you. he has gotten you some crazy shit with his luck at least twice dude

・❥・P. SUNGHOON

sunghoon notices that you don't talk to him much pretty early on and he has no idea why

he's the type of person to purposefully mess up your full combo/your win streak when you're playing 😭

imagine you're about to beat something really hard until you feel someone behind you, covering your eyes or moving your hands so you mess up

but since you're so shy, you just don't say anything about him messing you up, only emitting a simple whine or protest

he feels a bit bad after, though, so he buys you some in-game perk as an apology

you explain to him that you were too shy to talk to him and he laughs at first (that bitch 💀) but he understands, he knows he's hot, after all

just how hyunjin has felix, sunghoon has heeseung and has some gaming skills, so once you've warmed up to him, the two of you play together

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Traffic Light Trio in Cursed Warlords Lmk Au

Heavy Spoilers, drawings of the three, and notes! Enjoy 😉

Will be under concept art

(Notes are subject to change)

Sun Xiaotian, also known as Mk, was raised by Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque after they were set free from a second long 480-year punishment.

He grew up with the monkey demons of the mountain as his friends, along with Redson, who would visit with his parents pretty often. When the two were teens, they both developed crushes on each other but didn't want to damage what they already had.

At the age of 20, under the guise of a glamour. he decided he'd had enough of being stuck on the island and decided to run off for a while. He found himself in Megopolis, a large city unlike anything he'd ever seen.

Barely three hours in, he's dragged into a fighting ring against a green dragon girl named Mei. The two battle, and he's surprised how well she's able to keep up against him. He's even more surprised when she wins the fight against him.

Another thing he did NOT expect was for her to kidnap him for a hangout session at her uncle's noodle shop. She says she'll let him go in a few hours but she wanted to hang out with him for a while. She also stresses that

"This is NOT courtnapping. I just want a new friend!" She grins happily.

"... I suppose a few hours wouldn't hurt."

"Awesome! Now come on! Come meet my aunt and uncles!" She continues to grin as she takes him to a noodle shop.

He doesn't really know how he ended up with becoming a delivery boy, but he loves it. His boss is cool, and his co-worker, Reader, is also nice. Her daughter was just the cutest girl, too, ten years younger than him, and loves his fluffy fur. He had never been treated just so normal.

It only took a few weeks before Redson came running over to convince him to come home. Redson, who also attacked Mei, a battle ensues. The dragon girl deciding that one new friend wasn't enough, so she kidnaps herself a second one.

He likes the new normal that lasts a while. Redson even moved into the apartment above Pigsy's for a while. It's peaceful, that's how he thought it would stay.

With Pigsy making sure he did his work. Tang would teach him all he wanted on history. He met Sandy, who was trying to help him learn meditation. The short monkey demoness Spirit would also spar him once and a while. Ao Lie, Mei's great something grandfather would also talk to him about anything.

He would never admit it, but he loved the end of his shifts when Reader would help him groom some of his fur. It was odd how easily she was able to do it, as if she'd done it before.

He did miss his parents, but he loved the freedom. Everything kinda went to a mess when his parents came looking for him, though, both angry that he left with only a note of goodbye. They told him he had so long before he had to return home, no exceptions, or else-

He was so mad, Redson was on their side and he just didn't want to talk to anyone. Not even Mei who had basically become his best friend in the world (in a different way than Redson was). That's when he learned something different, it's when the twins returned, and when he learned that everyone he's met in the past week was in way more danger than he every expected.

Everything thumped through his head at the thoughts that he couldn't get out of his head.

Reader: I used to be married to Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque.

Bao: It's a pleasure to meet you, I hope you've been treating my mother well?

Tao: Another monkey demon!? Can we keep him!? He's so cute!

Mei: He's MY new brother! You can't have him!

Tao: A cousin!? I have a new cousin!? Awesome!

Redson: *silence*

Mk: I have- wait you two are?

Bao and Tao: Yes?

Bao a golden monkey demon with golden fur, golden eyes and red facial markings like Wukong, and six prominent red ears.

Tao a silver monkey demon with silver fur, golden eyes and dark purple facial markings like Macaque and six prominent dark purple ears.

Reader: Awe, I've seen you've met my sons.

[yunholuvrr]

9:12am

yunho x big tiddy reader thoughts making me go insane actually

"are you awake?" your eyes flutter open at your boyfriend's deep voice behind you. you nod, throat dry from a good night's sleep, and he wraps a hand around you to pull you closer. "good. i need you."

you can only utter a small "hm?" before you feel his hand snake under your sleep shirt onto your chest. you can feel him lightly grind himself into you too, getting needier by the second.

"you're so soft baby," he groans, burying his face into the back of your neck. he takes a nipple between his finger and thumb, tweaking until its impossibly hard under his touch. he makes his way to the other one, slowly but surely working you up next to him. his soft pants and groans are muffled by your skin, but he needs more.

you place a hand around his and pull him on top of you, shifting to wrap both legs around his hips. he takes the opportunity to dive face first into your chest, desperately leaving hickies all over. none of them were high enough to show when you put a proper shirt on; they were for his eyes alone. he licks a few playful circles around your nipples before you whine and yank him up to your own lips. he only giggles, exploring your mouth while his hands stay firmly planted on both breasts.

he pulls away a few breathless seconds later, admiring how you spill out of hands as big as his, plush skin contouring to every squeeze and pinch he gives you, small whines escaping every time he brushes over a nipple or particularly dark bruise. it takes everything in him not to cum at the sight alone.

[personwhowrites]

Traffic

Cw: Fluff just pure fluff between the group

Task Force 141 x platonic gn!Reader maybe some Simon Ghost Riley x gn!Reader, John Soap Mactavish x gn!Reader.

Wc:2.4k

You sat in the car, the smell of smoke, blood and mud stained the inside of the car. Price was driving the car, Gaz sat in the passenger seat, while you were squeezed between Ghost and Soap, the wet mud their skin not making it any better. You wanted to sit by the window but Ghost first got in the car, then you but Soap complained that he wanted the window seat, and with your heart of gold you agreed and let Soap take the window seat, unaware of the wet mud on his arms and Ghost’s.

“How much longer?” You ask, looking at the road ahead. “I don't like sitting in the middle..no offense guys.”

“We would have been at the safe house by now.. If someone didn’t blow up the damn car.” Gaz speaks up before looking at Price who frowned at his comment. “How the fuck did you blow the car? Is that like Soap thing to do?”

“I couldn’t see.” Price replies and lets out an annoyed groan.”I see traffic”

“Traffic?” Soap says peering over Price's shoulder pushing you into Ghost's last personal space he had. “Oh wow yeah..”

“Johnny if you don’t sit down and stop pushing them to me I will make you sit down properly.” Ghost mumbles before looking at you with more annoyance. “And you, don’t let Soap push you around.”

“Easy for you to say, you aren’t in the middle..” You reply as Price stops the car in a small traffic jam. “God why is this place so packed now? When we came this way in the morning it wasn’t like this.”

“I don’t even wanna question it..” Gaz says and looks over at you before cracking a smile. “You're getting sandwiched very well huh?”

“If you didn’t call shotgun before me..you would be in my place.” you reply and flip him off as Price turns his head over to you. “It’s already hard being hurt…now I gotta deal with being squeezed.”

“Just relax, we will be at the safe house soon.” Price replies and looks at you. “It’s strange seeing you being squeezed like this.”

“Only thing we need is Soap acting like a three-year-old.” Ghost remarks and looks at Soap who's grinning now. “..Don’t you dare..”

“Oh I shall dare..” Soap replies before taking a deep breath. “Price, I'm hungry, whe do we get to the safe house? I'm bored Price, Price..”

“Why did you even give him any ideas, Ghost..” Gaz groans and turns to face the road. “This line will take forever to move.”

“Just give it some time..” Price says trying to ignore Soap blabbering. “Someone shut Soap up before I do.”

Soap stops talking and looks out the window, to see a couple of kids looking at him. Price sighs and rubs his eyes with one hand, before rubbing his face. Gaz takes his phone out and looks at some text messages. Meanwhile Ghost just.. stares out the road, looking at the color and license of other cars. There was an awkward silence before Gaz phone played loud sound, everyone turned to him wanting an explanation on what on earth was that sound.

“What? Can’t a man listen to a video in peace?” Gaz comments and looks back at his phone before cracking a smile. “Stupid chicken..”

“God, you're gonna become like Price with that type of humor Gaz.” You comment looking over his shoulder. “How is a chicken running after another chicken funny?”

“You just won't understand, your humor is worse than Ghosts..” Gaz mumbles and looks at you now. “You laughed over a slice falling over last week..”

“How is that not funny?!” You exclaim and look at him with some annoyance. “You people don’t understand humor.”

“You laughed over some bread?” Soap questions your humor. “Who in the bloody hell laughs at some bread falling over?.”

“People with humor!” You reply and turn to Soap. “You laugh at Ghost awful jokes..”

“Okay why are you and Gaz dragging my name into this.” Ghost comments turning his head to you. “Do I humor you all or something? Do I need to be harsher? Is that what you both need to stop involving my name.”

“Hey at least you don’t have to put your phone close to your face to read big ass letters.” You say looking at Price who stares at you confused. “What?”

“What do you mean by that..” Price says now turning half his body to you. “You're attacking everyone huh?”

“Aw, come on, I'm not just commenting on the obvious.” You state and give him a warm smile. “You act like one of those dads that would be proud after cutting their grass perfectly.”

“I can see this actually..” Gaz comments looking at Price and smiles. “Bet you put your hands on your hips and sigh deeply taking in the sight of the perfectly cut grass.”

“He wears a different hat, like he has multiple hats for different needs.” Soap adds looking at Price with a smile. “Yep I definitely see it..”

“You three leave the captain alone.”Ghost says, looking at Price and then out the window. “It’s obvious he would never take that bloody hat off for anything.”

“Hold on, did Ghost just…comment on Price?” You say with an amused smile. “Never thought he would do such a thing.”

"There's a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Ghost replies and gives you a slight side eye. “You remind me of dog.”

“Huh?” You blurt and look at Ghost slightly annoyed. “What do you mean by that Ghost.”

“I see it.. Maybe like a chihuahua or pomeranian..” Price says looking at your face. “Or golden retriever.”

“It depends on their mood sometimes.” Soap adds grabbing your face. “But i see mix of chihuahua and pomeranian.”

“Are you guys seriously comparing me to angry dogs?” You mumble looking as Soap as his palms rest on your cheeks. “Why do such a thing?”

“Why compare our humor?” Price questions you and Soap lets go of your face. “Why question the hat I wear and Gaz's humor?”

You stay silent and look at him with a dead serious look and sigh knowing he is right. You were bored that’s all, the traffic hasn’t moved an inch and the blazing afternoon sun hit the windows of the car. Price looked back at the traffic and let out an annoyed sigh. He definitely wasn’t pleased with this nor were the others. Gaz turns his attention back to his phone, which makes you take yours out. Ghost glances over, he sees the password and looks away. Soap glances over as you open a game on your phone.

“What are you playing?” Soap asks now more in your personal space.”I never knew you liked games.”

“Uh, just some random game I found while watching youtube. The ad got me to download it since it seemed good.” You reply and focus your attention on the game. “It’s called Cry Of Divine.. or COD. I'm playing the mobile version but there is a computer and console game.”

“What’s it about? Is it popular?” Soap asks while taking out his phone. “Where can I get it?”

“Your play store?” You say confused and see Gaz downloading it too. “It’s multiplayer, and there are tons of different modes and events for limited items.” You pause and look at your phone. “It’s really fun and you play with many high ranked players.. You can work with people or work alone, it doesn't really matter.”

“What's your username?” Gaz asks wanting to play with you while Soap downloads the game. “I'll add you so we can pass time..”

You give Gaz your username, Soap soon joins in the fun. Price advanced the car slightly, the traffic was still heavy and he was bored. Ghost looked at you and Soap played the game, it was just a shooting game, but it seemed fun. Ghost leaned back on his seat and took his phone out, feeling foolish he elbowed you. You turned to Ghost as he offered his phone for you to add yourself. You didn’t question it and added him. Soon he joined the party and Price looked over.

“Are you all playing?” Price asks, raising a brow. “First time I see grown adults play together in a packed car to pass time.”

“How the bloody fuck did they shoot me though a wall with a damn sniper riffle!” Gaz blurts out shaking his head. “This is so bitch ass.”

“Got them! Up to your left Ghost, you can knife them with the mellevee in your second slot.” You say moving your fingers quickly on your screen. “Soap sniper behind you.”

“Got them” They both reply to your call outs as Price smiles a bit.

“So it’s a game about our jobs technically?” Price asks looking over at Gaz phone. “But you respawn huh?”

“Yep, you should join us captain, then there you can also be our captain.” Soap comments looking up from his phone. “It’s actually really fun.”

Price hesitates for a couple minutes before agreeing, soon all of you are playing the game. ‘Cry of Divine Mobile’. The traffic soon moved and you played for Price yourself, which honestly surprised you. Ghost was getting slightly angry on how he kept dying and his shooting wasn’t perfect as in actual life. Soap on the other hand learned how to get the hang of things and even showed you some tricks he created himself. Ghost looked up from his phone to you, his gaze softened. Price looked at Ghost, through the mirror and questioned his gaze towards you. The car slowly began to move, it seemed like the traffic jam was becoming undone slowly. You looked up from your phone, then glanced over at the cars in front of you. Price gives you a smile though the rear mirror and you smile back. Soap yawned and rubbed his yes, he was ether bored or tired.

“Can one of you wake me up when we get to the safe house?” Soap asked with a yawn and lean against the door. “I would appreciate that.”

“We will..” You reply with your own yawn, before sitting back properly in the middle seat. “Think I might join Soap in his nap.”

“You go ahead, I will make sure to wake you two up.” Price replies and glances over at Gaz who’s also fell asleep. “I will make sure you three wake up..”

You nodded and closed your eyes, you slightly lean to Soap, his head rested on the window. You slowly began to nod your head, showing you needed to sleep. Ghost glance over and shifted in his seat, he didn’t want you to lean on him. Soap shifted in his seat and yawned. You joined his yawn and lean against him. Soap didn’t mind it and put his arm around your neck, giving you some support. Ghost looked over and narrowed his gaze, before Price cleared his throat.

“They do need support and probably somewhere comfortable to sleep..” Price says and looks at the busy road. “They need space, and a warm space..”

Ghost knew what Price was talking about, he turned you and yanked you to his lap. You woke up quickly to the yank and stared at Ghost with great concern. Price chuckled as your heart raced, Ghost stared at you with some annoyance.

“Go to sleep, ill wake you up.” Ghost mumbles in his cold tone. “Just go to sleep.”

You nod awkwardly and rest your head on his chest, you hear his heart beating fast. You looked at Ghost, who was looking out the window. An arm wrapped around you for support, slowly you closed your eyes and felt that both of his hands wrapped around you like a casual hug. One you would properly never feel again. Price now sighs in some relief and looks at Ghost giving a nod of approval to rest up. Ghost leans his own head on the back of the seat and closes his eyes, his arms still tightly around you. Soap soon leans over to Ghost arms, and somehow manages to lay down and put his head on your lap. Gaz meanwhile is happily sleeping and leaning on the chair, the seatbelt keeping him safe. Price drives though the traffic jam making sure you all rest up.

Traffic is something no one expected that it would lead you all to become closer than needed. Traffic is something that made you realize maybe there was something more than friendship with Ghost..maybe even something more with Soap. Traffic, something that made you…happy to see each time when you were with them all.

[fanged-fanfics]

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Might I kindly request for a traffic light trio with a s/o in a band? My friends and I formed one and none of us know how to write songs for shi😭

Grunge bands specifically

Please ? And thank you!<3

💛🍜 A Fanbase of Three — 🐉💚 Traffic Light Trio x Band!GN Reader HCs 🔥❤️

Genres: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Did some for both a big and small band to hopefully cover all the bases!

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For a Bigger Band —

- MK and Mei adore the music. Anything loud or chaotic immediately has their attention, so they always offer to sit in at every practice and fight people for entry to any performance

- Red Son moreso loves the aesthetic. He likes how the clothes look on you and how the general vibe always seems to compliment your appearance. Which is pretty ironic considering how he was raised to consider suitors, but he absolutely isn't complaining

- Red Son and Mei both buy all the exclusive merch they can with their parents' money. Anything that's limited edition or rare is getting snagged immediately, and sometimes they have to argue over who gets what if they both eye the same merch

- MK buys every single CD or cassette he can find, saving up the money from his job and what he gets from hero work to have a little piece of your band everywhere he goes. He listens to the music nonstop through his headphones while he works

For a Smaller Band —

- The whole trio shows up at every single performance no matter where it is. Local garages or coffee shops are not safe from their handmade posters and T-shirts

- MK gives you public shoutouts whenever he can when doing publicity interviews or deals, which Mei and the rest of the Monkey Crew heavily endorse and try to contribute to

- Red Son thinks he's so cool for listening to an "underground" artist, and is always gonna brag to people that he was one of your first ever fans, and always the biggest of course

- Mei brings you snacks and drinks to every performance, always keeping up with you during practices to make sure you're not overdoing it and that you won't get burnt out

General —

- They're 100,000% your biggest fans and they refuse to let anyone think otherwise. They listen to every song and tried their best to memorize every lyric you make

- They absolutely swarm you after every performance and practice, clamoring to talk about how good you were and how proud they are

- Red Son and MK absolutely offer to be bodyguards in case you ever need them, both wanting to follow you around and protect you just in case. They started researching stories about famous life and might have gotten a little paranoid when hearing all the scary tales

- They always want you to rest after working, watching to make sure you don't stay up too late trying to write songs or get sore from singing or playing an instrument. They're always willing to be your test audience, but they want you to rest as much as possible too

[mommy-mortis]

Homelander's insecure and possessive ass waiting for you like this because you got home two minutes late.

Homelander:"Who is he?"