#the name of the ship was the name of a bee

[averycutesalamander]

btw Boothill LOVES sexting you while he's away from home. maybe not even sexting - he just loves the response he gets from you whenever you receive one of his little gifts, whether that be photos or videos or audios, or sometimes even calls.

admittedly, he does sometimes time them quite cruelly. once, you tell him that you have to get off the phone because you're about to meet with a friend for dinner; thirty minutes later, he sends you a photo of the length of his body, stretched out in a lascivious lounge with his free hand gripped tightly around his cock - and paired with it is a text so foul and detailed that you actually think you might collapse in the restaurant.

you rapidly type a borderline incoherent reply under the table, your face so hot that you feel like you're burning alive. the smug little bastard only replies with a heart emoji - and then, five minutes later, with a photo of his come splattered on the plates of his abdomen.

an hour and a half later, though, you take your revenge. without a word, you send him a photo of your body lying tauntingly against the sheets, your breasts looking perfectly soft in the gentle lighting - and just in front of your open mouth is one of his spare prosthetic cocks, soaked thoroughly with your slick.

and just like that, the two of you are in a WAR.

the trouble is that you actually DO sometimes send him innocent videos and audios and whatnot, so he can never QUITE be sure if they're going to be innocent before he plays them. you're always careful to frame the beginnings of the sexual videos in a way that looks innocuous, so it's always a gamble, even when the thumbnails look normal.

it becomes a competition to see who can send the raunchiest messages, the most mouthwatering pictures, the most irresistible audios, the hottest videos. he barely had a sex drive before he met you, and he only very rarely feels the urge when he's gone from you - but now he feels like a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth and straining at his muzzle, desperate to get a taste of you.

it all comes to a head one day when you just so happen to send him an audio while he's in the middle of a fucking shootout, and he's so focused that he doesn't even realize he's instinctually started to play it through his neurochip and your sweet little moans ring through his head, deafening the roar of gunfire. he's so caught up in it all that he can't fucking concentrate for long enough to turn it off, so he's forced to listen to it all; the slick noises of you fucking yourself interspersed with the sound of shots being fired; the gasps that wrench from your lips mingling with the dying breaths of IPC scumbags; the sweet little sound of you calling the name you've given him- "fuck, fuck, bee... oh, please, honeybee... need you so fucking bad- need to feel you inside me..." broken only by the barked orders of the people he's mowing down, his whole body shivering as he fights to stop himself from falling apart right then and there.

he's never ended a fight so quickly and ruthlessly as he does when he hears that telltale hitch of your breath, the pitch of your voice rising as you get closer to the edge. in a frenzy, he barges into one of the docked ships - mercifully empty - and falls to his knees, his cock damn near busting out the front of his jeans.

your voice heightens further and further as he fists his length, and he can hear the obscene noise of the toy you're using hitting your lower lips, and he fucks his fist in time with the sound, and-

he manages to come just as you do, moaning raggedly in sync with you as his come spills onto the floor, smearing messily across his fingers.

once he's recovered enough to hold his phone without shattering it, he opens up your messages. "you don't have a clue what ya just put me through, ya lil' brat," he growls into his mic, and he's certain he sounds just as animalistic as he feels in the audio message.

"oh, sorry. bad time?" you reply in a text. a beat later, you add, "i just saw something about some handsome cyborg raiding an IPC warehouse on the news, and it made me think of you. crazy coincidence ;)"

you little fucking minx.

in his next audio message, his voice is so dark that it's comparable to ink, to the darkest hour of the night, to the deepest points of the ocean. "you're gonna regret this, doll."

when you reply with a heart emoji, he's certain that you have no idea just how soon that vengeance will be coming.

he breaks quite a few zoning laws as he speeds home, his body still rattling with barely restrained arousal. he had other things he should've taken care of before heading back, but frankly, the only thing he's able to take care of right now is the heat muddling his brain. he lands on your planet in record time, abandoning the stolen vessel and calling an automatic taxi to get him to your doorstep as quickly as possible.

thirty minutes after your text, he damn near busts the front door open in his haste, and he's pretty sure the doorframe splinters with how hard he slams it shut. he strides right toward your bedroom, pushing open the door with a stern, determined look on his face.

and there you are, in all your glory, your hair mussed and your skin bare; he can tell you must've dozed off after sending that text, but you obviously didn't bother to get dressed after. you're partially standing with one knee braced on the bed, your emergency baseball bat clenched in your fist.

you stare at him, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, frozen like a deer in headlights. "wha- honey? why are you-?"

he stops at the edge of the mattress, his eyes pinning you down.

your mouth snaps shut when he takes a slow, ominous step forward, his spurs jangling like the toll of a bell. he watches with no small amount of delight as you start to back away, your heart pounding so loudly that he can hear it thumping in his ears. your bat drops to the floor with a clatter as you're forced to climb further into the bed to escape him. he devours you with his eyes as he prowls closer and closer, drinking in the sight of your body, your breasts shifting as you push yourself further and further backwards. he reaches down, slowly unbuckling his belt, the metal clinking far too loudly in the silence. your cunt is still shining with slick, dribbling past your lower lips as you move, leaving a tempting trail for him to follow.

and then, faster than you can blink-

he leaps.

you barely have the time to gasp before he has his hand clenched around your throat, pushing you to the bed without any hope of escape. you squirm anyway, fighting to keep your legs closed as he presses between them. without a drop of effort, he pries one of your thighs apart with his free hand, exposing you to him, completely and utterly.

with a hard, ruthless motion, he thrusts inside of you, right to the base.

you moan raggedly, your walls still tender and slick from your earlier play. the prosthetic he has on now is far thicker than the one you borrowed, and he stretches you mercilessly, growling under his breath at the way you flutter and squirm.

he doesn't give you any time to adjust before he starts to fuck you in earnest, looming over you with all-consuming eyes. he leans in close, his voice thick and dark, and he rumbles, "ya really thought ya could get away with that, baby? thought i wouldn't make ya pay?"

all you can do is moan and gasp beneath him, muzzled by the pleasure, and he laughs in open mockery.

"stupid girl," he purrs, his eyes shining in the dim. "you should've known better. should've known your place."

don't worry, though. he'll remind you before the night is over - many, many times.

[mintbees]

if i was a popular minecraft youtuber id just tweet "hey guys stop drawing shipping fanart of me and my friends/coworkers, i only fucked one of them and seeing me paired with anyone else is kinda weird and crosses my boundaries" and then i'd turn my phone off

[raileurta]

Therapy Humans

After being in a war for millions of years transformers gotta be really fucked up. So I imagine with humans being nice and soft and having therapists that we'll be therapy dog humans.

[maybe-not-scp-049]

tears

there

[bibluebutterfly]

Alright, so one thing is now for sure. This

Isn’t because Ozzie and Fizz made fun of Stolas for being with an imp. Because Hellhounds and Imps are at the bottom of the Hell hierarchy, and Queen Bee-lezbub is NOT hiding her affection for Vortex.

(We love seeing another healthy relationship 😍)

(I also love how literal deadly are sins having better relationships than Stolitz XD)

[haliaiii]

expanding I guess? some more redesigns

I think for this au, nobody knows each others identities so it would make for some interesting character dynamics

[itzrockz]

HAPPY PRIDE MOMTH WITH TEAM RWBY

[ramjam-jamming]

Sonic Stars✨ AU

This is what I've been cooking up... I got wayyy too much stuff to talk about, even though I already made these huge walls of texts for each character. I also have a bunch of mini comics developing on Shadow and Tail's dynamic that didn't fit in this 💀 anddd I plan doing proper art of some of the missing characters.... The brainrot is real

[homoquartz]

sneak preview of the big project i gave myself!! still gotta tidy it up and then probably do a partial color :) so excited!!

if you like any of these shows, you should stream dead boy detectives! ❤️ i wanna see it in the top 10 so that the netflix execs have tummy aches

[7official7moose7]

SheZow redesign?!??!!?! In 2024?!?!???!!!???!?!???

Plus a shitpost because I can’t contain myself

[dragon-spaghetti]

My apple pencil briefly died coming towards the end of this, have queer hounds 🐝 💖 🌕

(Please click for better quality!!)

[m3tr0n0m333]

Drawing characters I don't draw as often (aka anyone but Tails and Nine PAHAHA)

[shouts-into-the-void]

I'm obsessed with the potential dynamic of Jeremy/Andrew actually

[ecto-biologist]

You can't ask homestuck fans what their favourite ship is because they'll respond with shit like this

And a special mention to this comment I found while looking for ships which felt funnily fitting

[nato-obenkrieger]

boyf riends as this one leafchip picture because i watched putnam county spelling bee and they’re silly.. original under the cut

[bibluebutterfly]

I am collecting them like Pokémon cards💪😤.

EDIT: Nothing. Just Face Nuzzles (🥰)