Purple Led Lights

walk me home (tmnt x gender neutral!reader)

haven’t written for the guys in a while and i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, so here’s the result!

also, this one’s a little hard to tag because you can honestly interpret it however you wish - purely platonic, implications of romance with your favorite turtle, poly!turtles, whatever. enjoy!

You’re kidnapped by the Foot Clan on a sunny Saturday afternoon. 

Snatched off the street, stuffed in an unmarked van and blindfolded, you quickly lose track of where they’re taking you, and your only attempt to glean some information is swiftly discouraged by a fist to your jaw. 

You lose track of time from there, the only information available to you restricted to what you can hear, smell, and feel: the astringent scent of chemicals, the voices of your captors barking orders at each other, the cold concrete of the holding cell you’re tossed into and the scratch of the rope binding your wrists.

Your jaw hurts, the chill of your makeshift cell sinks into your bones and leaves you shivering, but you’re not afraid. Not really. You know the boys will come for you. 

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𝟑:𝟑𝟑 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

cw. f!reader, demon form!beel, size difference, dubcon, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, creampie, belly bulge 

an. since season two is coming out and i missed beel and i’m tired of reading him portrayed as a “pure angel" 

he doesn’t know if that is love.

he knows you make his heart beat fast every time he sees you; he knows his palms start to sweat when he watches you smile at men who are not him; he knows his stomach stops growling when your eyes meet by sheer coincidence and he knows his cock gets hard when he watches you sleep, hiding in the darkness of your bedroom.

he asked so many permissions to come to the human world, just for you.

he followed you around town while you ran errands in that nice short sundress and picturing how you were wearing nothing underneath. he’d learned the streets and routes you took when you went out shopping with your friends, the stores you liked best, the dishes you preferred to eat when you went out to lunch with them, the drinks you loved to sip on warm afternoons. he watched as you turned away men who approached you on the way home, the ones who whistled at you — and hell, he would have loved so much to step in and break their neck but it was too soon.

the way you smiled at some of them pissed him off. your smiles should have been just for him, not for men who wouldn’t even know how to treat a woman like you.

men who wouldn’t even know how to make you pleasure and satisfy. not the way he could.

when in the middle of the night you feel yourself being dragged out of your bed by a strange presence your first thought is that you might be dreaming. but the grip on your hips was too strong for it to be a dream.

the demon easily lifts you by the waist. he rips off your panties with his thick fingers, his chest is hard as he pulls you toward him, and a thick cock begins to rub between your folds.

“i’m gonna make you feel good,” he coos in your ear, “just … be a good girl.”

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there were very few things that could take barbatos away from his work. timeline glitches or the occasional furry rodent, perhaps. today, one of those things just happened to be you.

your head laid on his chest, while the rest of you sprawled out on top of him. however heavy you might be, barbatos knew he could've gotten up to continue working at any point in the night. hours later— now 2am, barbatos remained, counting your breath by the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders.

this was nice, he couldn't help but admit.. you were nice. you were kind and inquisitive, always finding opportunities to surprise him. you also constantly searched for ways to give him longer breaks. which, while unneeded, was appreciated nonetheless. this escapade to the castle guest room just so happened to be one of those attempts.

he found your weight against him rather pleasant, like a heavy blanket, draping him in comfort and warmth. barbatos glanced down at your sleeping face, the corners of his lips pulling up softly. his fingers traced feather-light shapes along your back. though he was starting to grow restless as the hours passed, he had no intention of possibly waking you by moving.

and admittedly, he thought, maybe he might've needed this. maybe.

you've been tired these days as well, haven't you? besides your breathing and the occasional murmur, you haven't moved at all since falling asleep on him. your steady heartbeat was nearly in sync with his own. if he stayed here another several hours, would it fall in line at some point?

maybe you both needed this, he finally decided, contemplating what he should tell the little ds when they inevitably come looking for him for tasks to fulfill.

dividers from @/clutteredfun

Should’ve read the fine print...

Minors DNI

Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon

Fem!Reader

Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!

It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.

You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.

They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.

Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.

A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.

The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.

The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?

It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.

The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?

It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.

The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.

...

Might as well move your stuff in here.

~♡ Gifts He Likes To Spoil You With. ♡~

(( Day #1 )) Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: I must write fluff for my fav demons to start off this ‘valentines day post dump’- I’ll try to post every other day but,,, I’ll def be more active on weekends!!!! I’m thinking of doing fluff and smut on alternating days leading up to Valentine’s day… so fun so cute I’ll also be visiting old series again just for you all (spoiler alert : hq and mha lmaoooo)

WC - 1,842

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she’s mine ; george x reader

(L-R) John Lennon, George Harrison, Pete Best, Paul McCartney and Stuart Sutcliffe at the Indra Club, Hamburg, 17 August 1960

request: 25. w/ George? 25- “You so much as touch a single hair on her/his head, I will tear your spine clear out of your body.” a/n: why do i always have the same plot???? like ur friends with a beatle and surprise, they like you lol pairing: george x reader summary: you visit george, your friend, in Germany and his bandmate, Stuart flirts with you. george doesn’t like that and he reveals something warnings: swearing year: 1960 word count: 785

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bad romance

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au (well i guess that’s open for interpretation lmao), modern au—college au?, explicit smut, mentioned/implied virginity

+ summary: friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school is probably a bad idea. friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school who you’ve also been in love with for the past seven years—all for the purpose of her gaining ‘experience’ so she’s not nervous to do it with some other guy she has a crush on—is probably a really bad idea. levi ackerman is not known to make great decisions.

+ word count: 3.5k

+ notes: truth be told, i don’t even know if i like this; i took this from an outline/draft of a series i’d planned but know i’ll never complete. it’s kind of unedited too heh, also if you’re a minor pls do not interact 

Levi doesn’t think anything of it when he finds you on his doorstep on a rainy Saturday evening. It’s very much like you to show up unannounced and attempt to drag him into whatever activity you want to do that day. He’s fairly certain that Hange picked that up from you. Someone should tell her that it doesn’t work so well unless it’s you tugging on his arm sleeve and interrupting his otherwise peaceful evening. 

So, for a while, everything is normal. You make fun of him for his use of, admittedly overpriced, organic butter when he toasts you a bagel; he makes jabs at you shuffling around his apartment like a semi-wet chihuahua, and all is right with the world.

Until it’s not. Because half-way into whatever stand-up comedy Netflix special you’d persuaded him into watching with you, Levi’s had enough of your nervous ticking. He doesn’t know if you think that he wouldn’t notice, but he does. And he knows it’s not the result of you still being wet or cold from the rain, seeing as you’ve long since dried off and warmed up. 

You’re focused on the show (ironically, focused to a point of distraction), you’ve been twiddling your fingers since it started, and you’ve been fidgety since you stepped foot into his house. Quite frankly, he finds it insulting that you think he wouldn’t know something’s up by now.

So, he bends his knee, turns his body towards yours, lifts his elbow to rest atop the edge of the soft, and presses his cheek into his palm: “Alright, spit it out.”

“Huh?—What do you mean?” You look at him with wide, startled eyes. He looks back at you with unamused, expecting ones.

You crack a nervous smile, attempting to laugh off his command as incredulous, but instead, your voice comes out in what sounds like a pathetic attempt to cover up a lie—probably because it is, “What? Can’t I spend sometime with my favorite, surly psychology student?”

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I have this theory that the reason why Barbatos' and MC's relationship is so slow burn in the main story is because Barb already knows what's going to happen. He can see the future, he knows that inevitably he's joining MC's harem, so he's just enjoying the little things in their interactions. The other characters are so thirsty and possessive/kinda selfish over MC because they're human and they're scared of their mortality. But maybe Barbatos is already at peace with that. He probably knew he was going to fall in love with MC since the exchange program was being planned, so he's had plenty of time to just accept it and grieve before even meeting them

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I agree!! I always thought Barbatos knows he loves MC / is going to love MC and just..accepts it.

He doesn't mind if he isn't selected as their lover or not, he knows there's at least one timeline out there where the two of them are together. He's okay with it if this timeline isn't one of them. As long as there is at least one future with you he doesn't mind. Sure, he isn't the lucky Barbatos from that timeline but that won't stop him from watching them intently and dreaming about the "What if"

He knows Diavolo loves you. It'd be selfish for him to make moves on you. He's just a humble butler, you could have any other suitor. Barbatos has been dedicated to the young master since he was a child. He wouldn't throw that away for a human.

The only way the human could be with Barbatos is if they made a point to select him as his lover. I can't see him making any passes at MC. He'll never do it.

Even if he can't have you, there's always your next life. He will wait as long as it takes, he sees no point in rushing this. Good things come to those who wait. There's a lesson where he gets hit with a spell that makes him be affectionate with MC and call them his darling and he fucking apologizes. On the surface it's a "Sorry I didn't ask for your consent." But maybe he was apologizing because he knew the timing was right/ he knew you were going to be unobtainable in this timeline.

It's gotta suck for Barbatos on lesson 16. Especially if he knows he's going to fall in love with MC. Knowing his beloved is about to die and he can't save them without breaking time and space? My dumb heart, owie!

Barbatos has always been the most mature to me. I respect and fear him. He's a breath of fresh air, I don't know how Barbatos fans survive given how little he is appreciated.

This is a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, but I like to imagine Barbatos and his lover living hundreds of lives together. That or a God like MC that has lived just as long as he has and they've been together for thousands of years, they have an off again on again relationship. Not because they fight or hate each other but just because life gets in the way. He and his lover will spend hundreds of years together being completely inseparable and then they'll go thousands of years without seeing each other before they see each other again and they go right back to doting on each other as if no time has passed. Neither of them have taken on new lovers while they were split. They only need each other.

Ahh, it's just so sweet. The concept of them being able to have completely separate lives and still being able to love and trust each other despite everything just makes my brain go brrr. I have a habit of listening to sappy love songs and imagining this scenario T^T

NEED a fluffy sickfic where george loses his voice and reader dotes, 64 or 66 era pls - LOVE UR WRITING BTW!

whisper in my ear, a wish

george harrison x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none !

summary: sick day with geo

a/n: omg this is such a cute idea and thanks sm!!! <333 (btww i rlly liked writting this, maybe pt. 2?)

she'd never seen george this quiet before.

he wasn’t one for loud entrances or anything like that, but he was always present. a dry joke at the right moment, a gentle hum while tuning his guitar, the soft way he’d whisper some lyrics.

but tonight, as the five of them shuffled off the tour bus and into the hotel lobby, george didn’t say a word. his steps were slow and he was leaning against her more than usual, when she looked up at him under the dim light, she noticed the flush in his cheeks, and it was not the good kind.

“you okay, georgie?” she whispered, keeping her voice low so the boys wouldn’t tease.

he didn’t answer. just shruged slightly and blinked slowly.

inside the shared hotel suite, the boys were still hyped from the show, paul was messing with his bass, john was pacing in circles with a pen and paper, muttering something about new songs, and ringo had already claimed a spot on the floor to play cards.

she sat george down on the bed in one of the rooms, fingers already brushing the hair off his forehead. he felt hot, and again, it was not the good kind.

she held the back of her hand to his forehead.

“george,” she said gently. “you’re burning up.”

he opened his mouth to reply, but when he tried to speak, only a hoarse, whispery sound came out. his eyes widened slightly, surprised as he tried again, but nothing came out, just a raspy squeak.

“oh, love,” she murmured, cupping his jaw.

he looked so embarrassed and glanced away quickly, jaw clenched like he was holding back frustration or maybe just the urge to apologize even though he couldn’t. she leaned in and kissed his cheek softly.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

she made him tea first. well, she tried to, with boiling water from the little electric kettle in the corner, the only teabag she could find, and honey she'd begged from the concierge. but when she held it to his lips, he took it without question, eyes glassy.

then she sat behind him on the bed, letting his back rest against her chest as she rubbed slow circles into his shoulders. he melted into her touch, long lashes fluttering shut.

the boys peeked in an hour later, much quieter than usual.

“alright if we crash in the other room?” paul asked softly. “we’ll keep the tv low.”

“sure,” she whispered. “he’s asleep.”

ringo tiptoed in and placed a little wrapped chocolate on the nightstand “he’ll like it when he wakes up,” he whispered with a wink.

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her fingers threaded through his hair, the rain started tapping against the hotel window, soft and rhythmic.

Then a shift.

george stirred a little. he reached for her hand and pulled it gently to his lips, pressing a tiny kiss to her knuckles without opening his eyes.

“hey,” she whispered, brushing her thumb along the side of his face. “that’s my line.”

he opened one eye, and tapped his chest lightly twice with his finger. a silent "now it's mine.”

she giggled quietly. “oh well, i guess you’re allowed to be the baby tonight.”

george gave her a tired little smile.

then, slowly, he reached for a notebook by the nightstand and scribbled a shaky message:

“everything hurts, but you make it better.”

"well, that's my job"

he smiled and blinked a few times, then leaned over, pressing his forehead to her shoulder. she kissed the top of his head, humming softly into his hair.

prrrr......i was thinking of this with Sidon too but.......being carted off to Gerudo with a few other potential partners for the king of the desert to choose from, having been drawn by lot or just voted by your village.......and even though the position is highly sought after and it would be a fabulous opportunity for wealth and power to be his spouse, you're more interested in visiting the city and getting to explore Hyrule outside of your hometown, so you figure you'll just do your due diligence and leave once he chooses someone.....but your plan is quickly foiled when Ganon takes one look at you and becomes so endeared he's on your heels constantly, buying you anything you glance at and offering you trips around the desert to explore his homelands.....and you think he's just being kind, because he puts on such a good front to seem reasonable yet strong-willed.....but then the other candidates start disappearing, they all start departing from the city and aren't being replaced, and you only realize what's happening when you're the only one left.....and the king has you dressed in Gerudo jewels and finery befitting a royal bride 🤭💕