Happy Late Pride!!

I've got the highest grades in my, rather good, school, but you ask me to spell anything out loud i very quickly lower my intelligence to that of a 2 year old child.

yes

the 2 things every sam&max artist agrees on:

freelance husbands

will wood music good

Barnaby. B. Beagle Drabble

Platonic child!reader ≈` *

Requested by @pastel-pandoll

"Barnaby?"

"Yea, kid?" His heavy accent runs thick as he looks at the much smaller puppet from his spot on balancing on a ball.

"Why do you do what you do?" The small child puppet asks softly, looking down while kicking the felt grass which surrounded their shoes.

"Don't you get.. bored?" They asked in an even softer tone, almost like they were scared to hurt the large dogs feelings.

"'Course not, kid!" The large dog exclaims, jumping off the ball haphazardly, niether him nor the child puppet questioning and it just.. rolls down the hill. Out of sight, out of reach.

"Why d'ya ask?" He put his large, blue paws on his uncovered hips, his body easily towering over the smaller puppet.

"I guess I just can't imagine doing the same thing.. forever." The child reveals, solemly looking off as the sunshine covered ball rolls down the grassy hill. They lived in a practical paradise. An artificial one.

"Barnaby?"

"Yea, kid?"

"I'm bored."

My mum did not js tell me she's gonna be going out so I gotta drive to the shop to get food, IVE NOT GOT A DRIVERS LICENCE TF😭

Apple-Tinted Cheeks

Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °

CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡

Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.

His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.

"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.

"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.

"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.

"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.

"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.

You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.

"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.

"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.

You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.

Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.

"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.

"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.

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RUFF RUFF, ARRSHDJDJWNF

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Sam and Max Nightmare HCs

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You have a Nightmare:

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• Typically, when you 3 actually make it to bed and not the couch, Sam and you will sleep next to eachother while Max sprawls over you both in some overly complicated position- in which he's usually clinging onto you with his feet in poor Sam's face.

• Despite this though, when you begin to writhe or groan in your sleep, Sam always wakes up first. Perhaps it's because of his heightened senses, or his sight of fear, or just Max sleeping like a f*ckin' cow-

• Sam comforts you immidiently, or- the closest he can get to immidiently in his exhausted state, slinging his arms around you gently and putting his nose next to your cheek, prodding the soft skin with his wet, leather nose expectantly, trying to wake you up.

"Y/N.. Y/N, buddy, wake up, you're having a worse nightmare than a ginger in sunny Senegal strapped to a loung-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

• He seems to always get cut off by Max screaming bloody murder, which wakes you up, either because of the screaming or Max's jumping on you, landing on your chest full force. He does this because one more sudden writhe from you wakes him, because he's spoiled.

• No matter what though, they both really do care and try their best to lull you back to sleep. Try. It seems to come especially hard to Max, who smothers you with a pillow until Sam holds him up in the air, all 3 of you panicking for some reason while screaming.

Max has a nightmare:

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• He just doesn't get the chance to have nightmares. He is such a deep sleeper but as soon as he feels the slightest bit uncomfortable or chilly or too warm or- he wakes up. Screaming.

• It's close to being a nightly occurance, living in the city and all. To get Max to stay asleep during the night, you'd need to make him sleep in an asylum.

"3, 2, 1-"

"3, 2, 1-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Good morning Max."

"Morning, little buddy."

• He's such a brat about it aswell, making both you and Sam stay in bed to talk or coddle(yes, I meant to put coddle) him until he's ready to go.

• He actually gets in a massive strop in you don't aswell. He'll huff and puff and complain how you don't love him with his two arms over his chest while he glares.

• He wouldn't do anything though, he hates the entire world as a whole, not you and Sam. Never has been and, hopefully(really, we don't know if he'll ever turn on you two), never will.

• But to conclude things, he's just never really had a nightmare. He's just really annoying and childish, you and Sam love him though, screams and all.

Sam has a nightmare:

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• Sam is the one who rarely has nightmares, but when he does, they're always serious. He dreams about his insecurities, and the worst case scenario that could ever happen because of them.

• A frequent thing he has nightmares about is his weight. It's not like he's obese or overweight, but he would be considered 'fat' in some people's eyes, which makes him less inclined to run or do sports in general. He doesn't like that. Especially when compared to you and whatever you do or Max and his quick paced, undeniable shenanigans.

• He's really still when having a nightmare but not quiet, mumbling and whining out to his hearts unpleasant content. It usually wakes you and Max up, you up because- well- you care, and it wakes Max up because the noise annoyed him. You make sure to cover his mouth before he can scream though.

"Ah- I'll.. no.. I'll put off the weight.. I-"

*muffled screaming*

"Sam, doggy, wake up.."

• When he does wake up, he always feels bad for waking you and Max up, and tries to joke his way out of things before being cuddled by you and Max, with you making sure Max doesn't try anything whilst Sam is in this vulnerable state.

• He'll never tell you about the nightmare though, I'm sure that by time he does wake up, you have a good idea to do with what it was about.

• He'll just sit there as you pamper him, patting Max's head like a nefarious super villain with his cat. He always ends up feeling loved and blushy by time morning rolls around through, he can't help it.

"Well, darn, you two have made me happy as a midget in the kids clothes section."

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(Made by neiveel3llson, not you.)

I've had such a shit week and I'm making another character I can project all of my trauma onto

Spit-roast

Vox x Afab!reader x Valentino

CW: Smut, use of strap, Afab reader, no pronouns used, Valentino, dacryphilia, overstimulation, aftercare(kinda), spit-roasting, size difference if you squint, cunnilingus, fast paced bc I rushed it, please tell me if I've missed any♡

A unmissable gargling sound mixed with whining comes from Vox as he chokes on your pretty pink strap, his spit oozing out of the corners of his mouth while his screen fizzled. One of your hands plays with your clit while the other lays on the back of Voz's screen, sometimes dipping down to trace the pretty, bruising necklace of bites left by yourself and Valentino.

His other end is occupied by the aforementioned Valentino, one set of the moth demons hands wrapped haphazardly around Vox's weeping cock while the other two are perched on the TV demons waist, slamming him onto his cock unapologetically.

Vox felt like, and most likely had, already came over a dozen times however, that didn't earn him any sympathy from you, and certainly not Val. Said moth demon moves one hand from Voz's pretty cock, tracing a bulge in the TV demons stomach from his bulbous dick. Vox let's out a gargled cry in response, trying to tug his sensitive ass away from Valentino's steel grip, but wouldn't be able to even if he could, due to you blocking his way.

Valentino looks at you with a smirk, hastening his thrusts as he chases his fifth high, ignoring completely as you desperately played with your clit, yet to finish. Valentino, luckily, quickly finishes, leaning his head back while panting, only looking down to see his cum seep out of Vox's abused and overstimulated asshole.

Vox cries out around your strap as Valentino pulls out with no remorse, simply telling you to 'Hurry up.' before walking off, shrugging on his robe as he passed by. You quickly pull the sobbing Vox off of your pink strap, hurrying in taking said strap off while the TV demon continues to cry.

"I- bzzt- hurts-" Vox desperately tries to explain his pain to you, going to sit up only to be pulled back down forcefully by your quivering hand, pulling him back down to your sobbing cunt. He immidietly gets the idea, forcing his square, flat head between your thighs and sticking his tounge out, licking a strategic strip against your cunt through his own spit and tears.

You can feel the vibrations of Vox jackhammering his hips into the sofa as if he were thrusting into something while be hungrily laps up the juices of your quivering sex, pushing his head as far as he could between your thighs to desperately taste you.

He quickly becomes a slobbering mess, completely forgetting the pain and cum in his ass, only thinking of your and your delicious juices. You throw your head back in ecstacy, beginning to push your cunt further into his screen to chase your first, and only, high.

You finish soon after, letting out a guttural wail before pulling away from Vox, who looked dazed as he attempted to follow your cunt with his tounge, only to quickly get shut down by you. You get up shakily, sighing and pulling your underwear up, leaving the room, leaving Vox in his poor state of subspace.

"Hurry up." You leave him with those words only, giving no sympathy to the quaking overlord.