Made Human Designs Of Sam And Max Bc I'm Back In My Sam And Max Faze.

Made human designs of Sam and Max bc I'm back in my Sam and Max faze.

eat my ass-

@thatrandomfroginyourbasement eat up pookie

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♡

Obey Me! Incorrect quotes

Diavolo trying to convince MC to continue being the babysitter:

NB Diavolo: "What are you talking about MC? You love it here!"

NB MC: "I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome."

Solomon being an old ass man:

NB Solomon: "The dinosaurs didn’t rule the earth they were just alive. Stop giving them credit for administration skills they didn’t have."

Satan for no reason at all:

NB Mammon: "Do I sound smart, or am I smart? "

NB Satan: "You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest."

Leviathan being depressed:

NB Lucifer: "How are you today?"

NB Leviathan: "Please don’t make me think about my life."

Beelzebub being.. Beelzebub:

NB Beelzebub: "My stomach growled super loud in French."

NB Beelzebub: "I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class."

NB Leviathan: "Bonjour."

NB MC: "Le growl."

NB Mammon: "Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette."

NB MC now that they're a demon:

NB MC: "I am literally evil incarnate."

NB MC: "I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil."

NB MC: "Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort."

Solomon can't cook:

NB Solomon: "I truly go into househusband mode when I'm someone's soulhousemate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning."

NB MC: "This is a lie."

NB MC: "I'm literally living with him. This is a lie."

NB MC: "HE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS."

MC just wants to go home:

NB Solomon: "I think I'm falling for you."

NB MC: "Then get up."

Levi is sick of Satan:

NB Leviathan: "Satan is okay."

NB Beelzebub: "He's okay? He said he was going to break my legs! And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause he gave me the mackerel eyes, he meant it!"

NB Leviathan: "Beel, Satan threatened me. He threatens Lucifer every day. He probably threatened Diavolo before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. Grow a pair."

Levi self-deprocating:

NB MC: "I'm going the fight the next person who insults Levi."

NB Leviathan: "I hate myself."

NB MC: "Alright, square up."

When MC first came:

NB MC, referring to NB Mammon and NB Diavolo: "Those guys are dorks."

NB Lucifer: "Yes, but they’re my dorks."

Belphegor annoying Lucifer on purpose:

NB Belphegor: "Lucifer, we have a visitor."

NB Lucifer: "Don't tell me it's our babysitter.."

NB Belphegor: "It's MC."

Lucifer being sick of Mammon's shit:

Lucifer: "The greatest trick the diavolo's father ever pulled was changing his name to Mammon."

Mammon bc he's my fav pookie:

Mammon: "So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?"

MC: "Depends. Is your bed comfortable?"

Mammon: "Yes."

MC: "I'd sleep."

Thirteen is going insane:

Thirteen: "Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time."

Diavolo is far too concerned:

*after discussing a plan*

Barbatos: "Does anyone have any questions?"

Diavolo: "Is this legal?"

Barbatos: "Does anyone have any relevant questions?"

Satan loves to boast:

Satan: "I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight."

MC: "What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?"

Satan, already taking off his clothes: "God, MC, you’re so fucking stupid."

It probably wouldn't work anyways:

MC: "Here’s the cold medicine you asked for." *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table*

Thirteen: "...Thanks."

Levi and Garfield:

Leviathan: "I once tried to play a pirated copy of Garfield Kart, when Garfield jumped out of my PC! We are currently married with three beautiful children and a summer room in the basement of HOL with Cerberus."

Math doesn't work:

MC: "Which is correct, seven and five is thirteen, or seven and five are thirteen?"

Thirteen: "Niether."

Thirteen: "Because it's twelve."

Venomous or poisonous?:

Lucifer: "If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous."

Mammon: "What if it bites me and it dies?!"

Lucifer: "Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Mammon, learn to listen."

Diavolo: "What if it bites itself and I die?"

Lucifer: "That's voodoo."

MC: "What if it bites me and someone else dies?"

Lucifer: "That's correlation, not causation."