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

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

Sam and Max HC

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Sam, who whines in his sleep when you arent with him, clutching onto pillows and blankets to find you in the mass of 3 bodies and duvets.

Max, who can't sleep without you there, whether he has the other or not, Max who needs you at all times, to be his and Sam's pillar.

Sam, who needs you to play poker, his poker face being a flustered smile, or maybe, he's just looking at you.

Max, who will talk your ears off, loving the time even if you drift off or pay him no notice, just having you there. Listening.

Sam, who would drive you anywhere, whether he needs the DeSoto or not. The.. growling DeSoto.

Max, who can't be trusted to drive, laying over yours or Sam's laps gleefully, living his happy little life.

Sam, who would spoil you and Max to no end, as much as he bank account will let him, which is quite alot, considering what they do to criminals. (They steal their wallets)

Max, who loves being spoiled by you and/or Sam, and repays you both in genuine, non aggressive love, no matter what he holds his standards about love to.

Max, who cries when you or Sam beat him in poker. (he eats his own cards.)

Sam, who sulks when you beat him in poker, before you let him have a pity win. (He also lets Max eat his cards.)

Max, who will jump onto your shoulders, just to give you a 'passionate' he bites you kiss.

Sam, who nuzzles his wet nose into yours and licks your cheek, sleeping over your lap, showing genuine passion for your shared relationship.

They, who love you as much as they could. They, who have never loved anyone as much as they love you and eachother. They, who would do anything for you, anything.

.. They walked away from me slowly

And suddenly the thought of dieing craned its ugly head once again.

I feel like this song and I don't know how to describe it

What should I do next??

I feel like Will Wood and the Tapeworms and I really shouldn't.

I need Max horror angst rn I mite die if I don't have it

expanding on my idea that the hypothetical "they stole sam's brain" episode would have "noir" max pretty helpless and vulnerable in contrast to noir sam who is brutish and high-handed. max makes a lot of big talk but without sam, he doesnt have much going for him

and THEN i was wondering how that character shift would affect the gameplay and i think with noir max the beginning of the episode would have more of a horror mystery vibe instead of a noir mystery... skun-ka'pe's men are trying to kill max to cover the whole thing up and max is pretty powerless against them without sam. the game would have more of that terror feel until you get him back.

also i think sam and max should have a good horror spoof episode

While hosting a game show to boost the brothers' popularity

NB MC: "-and you'll have to answer twice," *looks at Mammon with. smirk* ", easy for you Virgos."

NB Mammon: "How did they know I was a Virgo..."

*Fanfare begins*

NB Mammon: "HOW DID THEY KNOW I WAS A VIRGO I DID NOT TELL THEM MY BIRTHDA-"

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

brain rot♡

I might start writing for Hazbin Hotel bc I hs watched the episodes and I love Rosie bc she's based on Dolly Levi😭