#Boyz In The Sink

[nostalgic-manatee]

Could you please do Boyz in the sink for me?

YESYESYESYES

I'm surprised I haven't drawn these guys yet.

[antvnger]

🎵No

Bel. Ly. But. Ton.

Ohhhhhhhhh!🎵

[quodekash]

this appeals to a very specific audience and im pretty sure that audience's entire population is me but I might as well share it here

(the image has nothing to do with the song, i just thought it was funny)

[rumor-weed]

Hi, I don't think we talk enough about Kahlil's artist credit in BellyButton being "K-Lil-DittyDo"?

[curatorotl]

I like Boyz in the Sink, popping bubble wrap

No Lady Gaga, We do NOT like Boys in Cars, buys us drinks in Bars

We like Boys in Trains, breaking water mains

[singerofdanceverse]

Our new song cover, I Want It That Way is out now! Thanks to Bob The Tomato to help us produce this song. We had so much fun recording it. Enjoy!

[rakiah]

四大害

[possession1981-moving]

[starrtoon]

GOD IS BIGGER, BIGGER THAN THE BOOGIEMAN

HE'S BIGGER THAN GODZILLA OR THE MONSTERS ON TV OOOOHHHH

GOD IS BIGGER, BIGGER THAN THE BOOGIEMAN

AND HE'S WATCHING, WATCHING, WATCHIIING, WATCHING OUT FOR YOU AND MEEEEEE

[bastard-of-a-bog-being]

Yo I’m home all weekend and on Monday and I need to practice my art

Send me requests for characters (cartoons, muppets, yes even live show characters but expect them to be potentially cartoonified depending on references I can find for them) and I’ll do a pencil sketch/doodle for you

It’s too damn hot to paint in the garage and I wanna work on my art this weekend

[ashonheavenscloud]

5:34 pm || k. sunwoo

warnings: a bit of making out, tension tension tension | wc: ~600

a/n: co-written on a silly little call with mi amor @lixiesfreckless !! enjoy <3

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"You're staring again."

Sunwoo shrugs from across the island as you pause slicing limes for the refreshment you're making for tonight's party, giving you a sweet scrunch of his nose as if that’s a sufficient response.

“Is there something on your mind or…?” You resume your task, conveniently missing how his eyes linger on you for a second too long, watching you tilt your head, watching you catch your tongue between your teeth as you focus on not letting the knife slip on the lime skin.

Your best friend blows out a breath, folding his arms on the countertop and resting his chin on top of them. "You know, I could be helping."

"You are not getting anywhere near a knife."

Sunwoo sighs dramatically, spinning back onto his feet. “I’m good for things other than sitting and looking pretty, you know,” he says, rounding the peninsula and passing behind you.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like washing dishes,” he gestures to the sink, flicking on the tap and picking up a sponge.

“Wow, so the pretty boy has other uses,” you jab, and quickly catch the playful glint in his eye as he holds the extendable faucet in his hand.

“Call me that again,” he threatens, aiming the head at you with a devilish grin.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You respond sweetly, finishing slicing the lime and tossing it into the half full pitcher. You put down the knife and cross your arms, facing him. "Go on. I don't know if I believe you. You're all talk."

Sunwoo cocks an eyebrow. "Seriously? That's what you think?” You shrug, and barely get half a second to nod before you’re splashed with a cold stream of water, dead in the center of your chest.

A gasp escapes your throat and he has the nerve to laugh, cockiness dripping from his tone.

“Still think I’m all talk?’

"I'm starting to think you talk too much." You bite back.

Sunwoo's grin only widens as he sets the faucet back in its place and takes a step towards you, then another. For some reason, the action makes your heart rate pick up, pounding in your ear and making your skin hot as he pauses right in front of you. Smile still intact, he leans in, baiting you. "Oh, do I?" His eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, and the shameless action makes you want to wipe the smirk right off his face.

“Absolutely.”

“Then why don’t you do something about it?” He challenges, leaving the ball in your court as he fakes a contemplative expression, tapping his chin. “Then again, maybe you’re the one who’s all talk-”

Silenced immediately by your hands on the back of his neck, you roughly pull him in, crashing your lips into his plump ones as he stumbles into you, mildly caught off guard.

But you both have a point to prove, so he quickly steadies himself with a firm grip on your waist while you grab onto his shoulders to stay upright. Before you know it, he has your body pressed back onto the counter, breaths coming in heavy as his mouth pushes back against yours eagerly.

A particularly well-timed tug on your bottom lip pulls a muffled sound from the back of your throat that makes Sunwoo chuckle against your lips, breath hot on your skin as he leans back to whisper, "Guess this pretty boy is good for more than you thought, hmm?"

"Shut up." You whine, and the way he bats his eyes at you, hovering with his lips just inches from yours, baits you back to kissing him.

You’re not entirely sure who’s the winner in this particular game, but with Sunwoo’s hands sliding over your hips and his lips molding perfectly with yours, you can’t find a reason to care.

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Working hard or hardly working? - Kuki Shinobu x Male!Reader

AN: Smut is back on the menu boyz! CW: Risky fun under the desk, Male!Reader.

“Someone's coming…” 

You say between breaths as loud knocking sounds out throughout the room. You nervously glance down, hands locked tightly over the armrests of your chair. 

Shinobu, currently maskless and kneeling under your office desk, flashes you a sly smile. Her eyes seem to gleam in the shadowy privacy between your legs. The slab of wood closing off your leg area from view makes for ideal cover to give you some additional motivation. 

“Bad luck. I guess you'll have to keep quiet then~” 

Her hand wraps around your package and pulls it through your fly. Her fingers, having just shamelessly explored it all, hook under your foreskin and pull it down, finally letting your swollen cock head get some air. You hear a sniff, followed by a sigh of satisfaction and the sound of her licking her lips. You swallow and call out.  

“Come i-in!” As if on cue, the tip of her tongue flicks your frenulum, making you stutter at the sensation. 

You can feel a blush of shame grow on your cheeks as your subordinate walks in, holding a file in his hand. 

You greet him, but as he explains the purpose of his arrival, your thoughts wander somewhere lower, where Shinobu's agile tongue has made its home right on your cock head, the slick, meaty flat rubbing sensually along your sweet spot, slowly gliding up and down. Her other hand massages the two big, swollen globes hanging loosely out of your zipper. Every lick causes them to throb, eager to finally release their content after the ages of squeezing and fondling you've endured over the last hour. But her tongue, divine as it is, just isn't enough. 

Shinobu drags her tongue around the underside of your painfully swollen tip, making goosebumps rise on your skin. A wanton moan escapes your lips, your heart dropping the exact same second.

“Are you alright, sir?” The man asks politely. “You look unwell.”

You've already prepared and excuse. “It's just so… Mhm… Stuffy here. Would you mind opening the window?”

When you point to the window a few meters away from you, you quickly lower your other hand and clasp it over Shinobu’s mouth, hoping for a sliver of understanding from her. As soon as you do that, her nails dig into the sensitive flesh of your nuts, causing you to draw your hand away instantly. The message is clear - don't interrupt. 

“Thanksss-” You groan out as you feel her plump lips wrap around your head as she slowly guides you  inside her mouth. She holds her mouth locked in a tight, small circle, making you force them apart to accommodate your painfully hard dick. Shinobu keeps her suck tight, moving her head up and down, encompassing just your sensitive head. 

You feel it's about to burst. It must be already purple from how agonizingly swollen it is. Your hands clasp onto the desk for any sort of support as she suckles on your shaft. 

You're both nodding along with whatever the guy is saying and nodding out from the stimulation Shinobu inflicts on your desperate manhood. It's not long before you feel your dick sink into her tight throat, perfectly warm, slippery and just begging for a thorough fuck. 

Her pace is slow. So slow. Slow enough for you to feel frustration boiling under your skin. She's teasing you. You just want to stand up and shove her head onto your shaft, fuck it until she chokes and sputters like you did so many times before. 

But you can't. You're left to suffer and do as much as possible to keep your eyes from rolling back each time you hit the back of her throat. Speaking proves more difficult with each droplet of precum your cock sheds in frustration, eagerly lapped up by Shinobu. 

You can't take it anymore. You feel the pressure gradually grow as she fucks her throat with you. There's no point in trying to understand the guy when the only thing on your mind is cumming deep inside your cruel girlfriend. You cough a few times, desperately masking your pathetic whimpers as you near climax. 

Your left hand locks onto the desk for support. 

“I’m sorry but I’m not feeling very well and I wouldaskyoutoseemeinaminuteIneedamomentpleaseandthankyou!” You chatter out, your hips now rocking to meet her head and push you over that annoying edge.

As the man apologizes and turns around, your other hand locks onto the wood. You grit your teeth. Your shaft, filled with veins endlessly pumping blood straight into your straining dick, throbs in anticipation. Shinobu snatches the base of your cock, stabilizing it and speeding up her assault, stimulating you mercilessly. 

The door closes, and you finally allow yourself a whine of struggle. She's doing it, but it's just not there, not enough, faster, deeper…

“Fuck…” Your hands ball into fists and you growl. The rocking of your hips becomes faster, stronger, more forceful and demanding. 

Catching your drift, she goes all out. Filthy sounds of spitting and gagging as she throats you to completion. Your cock throbs, your knees trembling, Shinobu's hand encouraging your balls to spill their content. You give in.

“Cumming…!”

Strands of thick seed erupt from your dick, painting the inside of her throat. You shoot time and time again, Shinobu masterfully massaging your balls into giving up everything they have. Soon you let out a broken moan and you slump, exhausted, on the back of your office chair. You close your eyes. 

“Phew… Damn, you're good at it babe…” You huff out. 

“This? I can do it all day. And maybe I should, heh.” She pushes your seat back, giving her enough space to get out from under the desk and stand up. “Anyway…”

You hear her fumble with her clothes. Before you can crack an eye open to see what's up, a pair of panties lands on your face. Your nose fills with the stench of sweat and shameless arousal. A big stain of cunt juice decorates their center. 

Your girl doesn't give you the time to protest before she climbs up on your lap, her shorts discarded on the floor, her lips in full view. She unceremoniously grabs your half-limp dick and spits on it, giving it a few strokes to make sure it's nice and lubed up. You feel yourself getting hard again under her touch, but a sense of fear creeps in…

“Shinobu… So soon? I don't know if I can…” Shinobu cuts you off before you can finish your plea. 

“Mm, don't worry about it. Let me handle it.” She glances up at you. “So you were saying - how long until that meeting?”

You glance at your watch. “Seven minutes…”

“Good. More than enough.”

She scoots closer, pressing your manhood against her tight, soggy entrance. Her pussy throbs against you with pure, unchecked lust. 

“Get ready, big boy~”

Thanks for reading!

[nohriantomatoes]

The top FOUR bands from this poll will go through! Good luck!

[rumor-weed]

Have you heard anything juicy about the boyz in the sink?

"Oh, yes. I did hear more threats of Mr. Lint's return, but we've yet to see him. I don't know if there's a big reveal planned for a comeback or if we're just being teased to test the waters. I certainly expected Mr. Lint to appear before Mom Asparagus, but... say, @allknowingveggie and @xoxo-gossipgourd, we still don't know who you are. Couldn't either one of you be the fabulous, mysterious, and all-too-chaotic Mr. Lint? I'm just sayin', it wouldn't surprise me. I might even be okay with you showin' up takin' over my business, if it turned out to be the Mr. Lint we all know and love. Of course, I have my other theories too. I might keep those to myself, lest I spoil some big surprise by accident." She smirked, and added, "We'll just have to see when the cowards are willing to put a name and face to the gossip they spill."

[obadiah-bumbly]

If VeggieTales Was A Popular Tumblr Fandom:

(I don't know anything about this fandom, I'm just making stuff up)

Larry/Bob shippers and Larry/Petunia shippers are at constant odds. A popular Barry blog says Parry is unimaginative and homophobic. The Parry clapback is a lengthy call-out about disregarding platonic male friendships and fetishizing gay men. There is never a resolution to this conflict.

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything Polycule truthers get constant pushback due to Pa Grape's 20 year age gap between Larry and Mr. Lunt. There is an absolute dumpster fire of an argument in the fan art community about whether it's ableist to give eyes to the human versions of Pa and Lunt. A controversial artist twinkifies all three of them. The fatphobia discourse starts and don't stop. They deactivate after being sent one too many hate asks.

A Jimmy/Jerry incest blog ended up with the URL of VeggieTales-Official.

There's a Junior Asparagus hate blog that posted weekly oneshots of Junior suffering in increasingly bizarre and gruesome ways, until they post a very long rant about US politics one day and never post again.

There is an unsurprisingly large vore community that is ignored by the fandom at large.

The longest fic in the fandom is a still ongoing Larryboy au that is nearly 650,000 words and gets progressively more grimdark as the story goes on.

The fandom at large accepts that the vegetables have invisible genitals, in the same way they have invisible hands. However, one adamant theorist insists they reproduce asexually, or at least have cloacas. This leads to the infamous blog veEGG-stables being created, the contents solely being related to the blogger's egg laying kink, and fascination with Scooter.

Archibald becomes a Tumblr Sexyman.

Mrs. Blueberry is the fandom milf, and often shipped with The Peach. Anyone that even implies that she's under the age of 40 gets dog piled.

The Boyz in the Sink are given the boy band treatment. They constantly clash with BTS over acronyms.

Someone attempts a New Testament fancast. They get sent death threats instantly.