Sam And Max Nightmare HCs

Not Big Enough (ficlet)

Warnings: Afab! Reader, Dacryphilia, one-shot, 'imagine fucking Vox w his own dick', ramble/ficlet, Sub! Vox, Dommy Mommy, use of 'mommy', smut

In the words of @bigfatbimbo, the power struggle with this man is real. Your first Christmas as an actual couple, he gifted you a replica of his own dick to feed his own ego and to impress people he wants recognition from.

He whispered shit into your ear like 'Can't wait to fuck you tonight', almost like he knew he was gonna be squealing 'mommy' and ruining his voice box. And that's what happened.

He was sat on the bed, the mattress soaked with spit and lube, dick impossibly hard and waterfalling milky precum against his stomach as he cried and rocked his ass against the dildo. Against his own dick.

"Awwe, is it too small, baby?~" You cooed in a sickly sweet voice, which he sobbed at, gently holding the bottom of his screen, feeling his pink saliva and tears run down your hand. It never took much to beat him down, to destroy his ego until he was sobbing and whimpering like a child who lost their toy. He'd come at a touch of your fingers on his aching dick, which is why you kept your hands on his screen.

"Momm- mmnz- mommy, need- need you- hic.." He glitched and sobbed, rocking desperately on the dick he made for you, the dick that wasn't even good enough for him.

"Selfish slut. You expect me to help you get off? How am I meant to get pleasure from that when even you can't?" You asked harshly, a complete 180 from your previous sickly sweet tone, grasping his neck with a strong grip, hearing him gargle slightly before sobbing again. You were right, you always were.

"'M sorry, mommy, I- hnzz- I'll be better next- hic- time- please, please, mommy, please-" He sobbed out desperately, throwing his head back from the grip on his neck, scrunching your shirt tightly in his clawed hands, which had already clawed up the sheets. "It's not big- gghz- enough-"

He whispers airily, slowing his rocking as he pleads for you, pleads for you to let him cum.

"Well, you asked for it.." You mumbled, reaching your hand down and quickly beginning to jack him off, moving your fists up and down at a fast pace, eating up the wet Noises almost outruling his keening. This carried on for the rest of the night, until not only the lights shut off, but he did to..

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

eat my ass-

@thatrandomfroginyourbasement eat up pookie

Slow Mornings

mornings are slow, even when in Hell

A low purring was the first thing you heard once you woke, that and the shuffling of covers beneath twitching wings and claws. You looked out the window, the red Sun peering through it gently, casting a crimson hue over the hotel room, and over Husker.

He slept with one furry arm draped around your waist, his snout pressed into your shoulder as he breathed in and out softly, in time with his purrs. You smirked at him slightly, bringing an arm up to his head to scratch in between his ears softly, seeing(and feeling) him curl up into your side further whilst his purring increased. Eventually, one of his eyes cracked open gingerly, looking up at you as the morning dawned on him.

"'S Monday, huh?.." He asked groggily, groaning at your silence and pushed his snout further into your shoulder, his ears flattening against his head carefully, just as soft as his arms which came up to hug around your chest drowsily. His wings fluffed up softly, both of them acting as a duvet- a duvet covered in feathers and suits of cards.

"Softy.." You chuckled sleepily, which turned into soft giggles as he growled playfully, if admittedly tired. You could feel his sharp tounge dart out quickly, (literal) kitten licks coming to your collar bone.

Slow mornings were always nice, a gleeful rest from the fast-paced world outside of you both. Through kisses and cuddles, it came slow, even on a Monday.

me and Husker rn

This belongs to @neiveel3llson not you

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

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it's maRCH🫡-

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shoutout to this person btw

whenever i wake up at a weird time their always there liking my posts

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My requests are open! I will take anything that I've specified on my info page!

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Characters I write for:

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Dick Greyson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Older!Damian Wayne (romantic)

Damian Wayne (platonic)

Batfam (platonic)

Sam & Max: Freelance Police

Sam (the detective dog)

Max (the rambunctious rabbit)

Welcome Home!:

Wally Darling

Julie Joyful

Barnaby B. Beagle

Poppy Partridge

Frank Frankly

Sally Starlet

Eddie Dear

Howdy Pillar

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Caine

Pomni

Jax

Ragatha

Gangle

Kinger

Zooble

Bubble

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo (2012)

Donatello (2012)

Raphael (2012)

Michalangelo (2012)

Leonardo (Rise)

Donatello (Rise)

Raphael (Rise)

Michelangelo (Rise)

Obey Me(OG! + NB):

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Mestopho

Thirteen

Rapheal

Luke(strictly platonic)

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor Altruist

Lucifer Magne

Valentino

Vox

Husker

Angel Dust

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss:

Blitzø

Stolas

Stolitz

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Fizzmodeus

Striker

Chaz

Barbie Wire

Cult of the Lamb:

Lambert

Leshy

Heket

Kallamar

Shamura

Narinder

Slashers:

Micheal Myers

Micheal Myers(RZ)

Jason Vorhees

Freddy Krueger

Charles Lee Ray

Chucky^

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Billy + Stu

Billy Lenz

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Leslie Vernon

Hannibal Lecter

Asa Emory

Nubbins Sawyer

Chop-Top Sawyer

Bo(Bauregard lol) Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Pennywise(1990)

Pennywise(2017)

What I will do:

One Shots

Headcannons

Fluff

Incorrect Quotes

Angst

Smut (in some cases)

LGBTQ+

What I will not do:

Smut (in underage characters or asexual characters)

Trans (Either character or reader. My reasoning for this is that I know noone who is trans and I have no experience with it, I don't want to offend anyone if I accidently use a harmful stereotype or wrong information.)

Incest

R*pe

S/A (I have had trauma from S/A so please forgive me for not wanting to write about it even out of context)

Stories

(Intense) Yandere

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."