Could you MAYBE do a suggestive Bendystraw—ONLY if you want to?
Im ngl i took this as a challenge. Just bc ive never truly drawn anything that suggestive before uhhhhhh
Suggestive Bendystraw bellow the cut
Guys. Guys idk wtf im doing i tried so many times but they all started out so fluffy to begin with so then i just thought if i just add steam it becomes more steaamy???? yes kill me.
I really like how Fly and North came up with designs for ghost cups. They're scary enough for dead spirits and pleasant enough to look at... Too much, actually.... Please don't hit me 😭🛐🛐🛐
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Mmmm.... Excuse me.... I'll understand if someone gets disappointed....
it's legit 1 am rn and my heads about to explode. enjoy.
★ - obligatory mature content warning.
If there are any good galra, they’ve had 10,000 years to take down Zarkon. I would never count on them for help.
“Hey.”
Cuphead snaps out of his thoughts, whipping his head around. Bendy stands holding his helmet to his hip. The orange hues of the sunset — as close as this planet has to a sunset anyway — dance across his honey-brown skin. An easy smile rests on his lips.
Radiant as ever, Cup thinks.
He forces his eyes away.
“Jeez,” Bendy barks a laugh. “You look like an angsty middle schooler brooding out here by yourself.”
Cup only scoffs, unable to hide the mild tinge of annoyance in his voice “Don’t you have a princess to be wooing over?” Bendy frowns at the obvious bitterness in his words.
He flops down next to the red paladin and huffs a small sigh, “Ya know she didn't mean any of that, right?” Settling his helmet on his lap, he leans his arm on it, looking at Cup with a look the blonde can’t quite place. The same one he had when they saved him and Felix from Sendak, but Cup is trying not to think about that right now.
Pointedly, Cup doesn't look at Bendy, only offering a small scowl in response. He’d think of some sarcastic quip but, in all honesty, he's too busy still trying not about how utterly fucked he is.
We are a good team
Welp.
This was a horrible idea. He should've just gone to his room. All these feelings swirling around and nagging at his chest like a parrot in a bird cage — he doesn't know how to act around Bendy right now. Of all people why did his brain pick Bendy fucking Bbro whos known for flirting with every damn girl in the galaxy and- and ..Alice. It's always Alice.
At the start it had just been an annoyance, like a buzzing too close to his ears. He could ignore it — them — like he always did. Even back at the garrison Cuphead convinced himself, willed himself, to pretend what he was feeling was nothing more than simple animosity towards the other boy.
It's just like Bendy had said all those months ago — they were neck and neck, right?
Rivals. That's all they were and all they ever could be.
Momentarily he contemplates setting off the red lions defenses and seeing if it’ll just end both their suffering already.
He doesn't.
“She hates me.” he says instead. The other paladins smile drops and he offers a sympathetic noise in response, “Alice just-” Bendy sighs “She just needs time. I mean the galra wiped out her whole race. I’m sure eventually she'll come around.” It's a weak excuse and they both know it, but at this point what else can he say?
Cup swallows down his arguments.
Noticing his inner turmoil, Bendy moves closer and puts his hand over Cuphead's “I mean.. who cares what she thinks though. To us- To me, you’re still you galra or not.” Cuphead scoffs, unable to fight back the small smile tugging at his lips.
He can feel the warmth of Bendy’s hand on his and suddenly he’s acutely aware of the lack of distance between them. Despite the paladin uniform, Bendy’s touch felt like fire on his skin.
It’s quiet for a tick — yes, a tick — before he decides to speak.
Cup looks over at him, “How do you do it?”
Bendy blinks owlishly before scrunching his face in what Cup can only place as mild amusement. “Do..what, mullet”
“I dunno. How do you be so- this.” He vaguely gestures to Bendy with his unoccupied hand. “How do you just.. not care? You're so unbothered by all of this, by me, I- I don’t get it” he snaps his mouth shut and opens it again, trying to come up with something- anything to try and explain the deep yearning gnawing at his chest. “You should hate me. O-or at the very least be- I don't know- weary?” he combs his free hand through his hair anxiously and looks away.
Before Bendy can get a word in, Cup continues babbling “I mean what if she's right and- and when it comes down to it I really can't be trusted at all. What if zarkon gets me and does some weird alien-galra brainwashing shit or my weird galra instincts take over and I hurt someone? I mean, it's not exactly like I know what alien puberty is like-” he snaps his mouth shut again. Nervously, he glances back over at Bendy.
The other paladin has his brows pinched together, furrowed, staring at him like he's one of Boris’ weird pieces of tech he can't figure out.
Cup inwardly holds his breath, shrinking slightly under the others gaze.
He should just leave — pretend this whole thing never happened. Pretend he can’t feel the others body heat on his hands mixing with his own. Pretend said heat isn't rapidly rising to his face. Pretend Bendy isn’t moving slightly closer, thigh bumping against his own.
Pretend he can't feel the odd tension in the air.
Maybe with enough luck – of which he's definitely not known for having, but a guy can dream – Bendy will just forget this whole interaction even occurred, go back to using his cringey one-liners on Alice, and Cup can just wallow in his misery forever.
“I know-” Bendy starts before seemingly deciding against it and biting his lip. He sighs, “I know we aren't like best pals frolicking in the field together and man I've wanted to just throttle you a good few times but—” He inched a little closer, their faces barely a few inches apart. “I do care about you Cup like- a lot. Nothing's gonna change that anytime soon. And if I gotta stick through some weird alien puberty then, so be it.” He makes a point to do finger quotes around ‘alien puberty’ — almost as if he was trying to emphasize just how ridiculous Cup sounded which- yeah. Okay. Maybe he was being a little nonsensical.
Cup can’t quite place the emotion in his voice – or well he can but some part of him chants he's just being hopeful – nonetheless he believes every word. As if his brain could do anything else.
He doesn’t know what to say so ultimately Cup ends up just staring back at him like an idiot.
It’s silent for another few ticks.
Bendy sighs again, something akin to annoyance graces his features before it's quickly replaced with hestiance. He seems to come to a resolution on whatever internal conflict he was having because with quick precision – one only a sharpshooter could manage – Bendy’s hand shoots out.
Cup doesn't register what's happening until suddenly the back of his neck is grabbed and their lips are being smashed together.
He sucks in a breath of surprise and pulls away.
“What—” Cup breathes. Was he pitying him? Had Cup been that obvious this whole time? He didn't think Bendy was that cruel. Was he?
“You want this, right?” Bendy interjects his quickly spiraling thoughts, piercing him with a look that makes Cup think he's seeing right into his soul and – considering what's happening right now – maybe he is. “Tell me you don’t and we can just- stop. Pretend it didn’t happen.”
Oh
Oh
Okay.
Cup takes a moment to stare back before answering, taking in the others features. Bendy’s flushed face and dilated pupils mixed with the way he’s looking at Cup make a shiver go down his spine, goosebumps rising on his skin.
Fuck it, he thinks.
Cup grabs both sides of Bendy's face and crashes their lips together with a feverish vigor.
Maybe this is all a dream or some stress-induced hallucination or maybe he's finally fucking losing it; either way he can't find it in him to stop. This’ll definitely come to bite him in the ass later.
Bendy presses their mouths together harder, tilting his head and deepening the kiss and shifting again. Before Cup can even think to pull away to breathe, he's being straddled and vaguely he registers the other paladins helmet tumbling off somewhere beside them. He’d hope it's not damaged but honestly, he’s been internally praying for this day since he was 15, the helmet is a worthy sacrifice. One Felix will most definitely scold them for later.
Finally, they parted to breathe. If he didn’t know any better he’d think Bendy was trying to devour him. Cup goes to speak but the other beats him to it, “I love you.” Bendy murmurs before going back in to kiss him again, looping his arms around Cup’s neck.
Cuphead doesn’t care if he means it. He doesn’t care if it’s all just the heat of the moment because god did it feel so right. Somehow, for once, nothing else mattered. It all just melted away as their mouths gradually started to move together in tandem.
Bendy pulls away first, a ravenous look in his eyes.
“Are you? -”
“yes-” Cup pants without missing a beat.
The blue paladin huffs a laugh, it’s a low, frankly dangerous noise. “All for me, huh?” he mutters, eyes half lidded, twirling a loose strand of Cup’s hair. Bendy grinds his hips down and Cup keens. A small, choked whine escapes his lips and he barely stops himself from rutting upwards, desperate for more- something— anything.
“We - ughn - shouldn't do this here –”
“Cmon baby,” Bendy coos “have a little backbone.”
“Eugh—ah- don’t call me that-”
Bendy huffs something akin to a laugh, “You gonna stop me, blondie?” He teases. His hands move from around Cuphead’s neck to wind themselves around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer. Their already hardening dicks pressed together even more. The friction felt like electricity on Cup’s skin, digging down into his very bones. He licks his lips and swallows, mouth dry.
“M-maybe-” Cuphead croaks. His eyes dart down to Bendy’s kiss swollen mouth; Cup really, really wants to kiss him again.
So he does. Hands travel from the sides of Bendy’s face to his hair, gloved fingers making themselves at home in his raven locks, tugging. The other lets out a drawled out moan at the action. Yep, that went straight to his dick — as if he could get any harder than he already was.
Suddenly Bendy pulls away, panting. “Lets- hah- move this along yeah?” His hands caress up and down Cup’s sides, sending tingles of arousal up Cuphead’s spine. God he wished he wasn’t wearing his stupid fucking paladin uniform. He wanted to feel the others touch on his bare skin, wanted to drown in the sensation and pray he never woke up from it.
His daze was quickly broken by the misplaced sensation of the cool breeze hitting the base of his spine, Cup cringed and tried to squirm.
“Huh.. I forgot these things were a two piece” He hears Bendy mumble.
Cuphead feels him tug at the hem of what would be considered Cup’s pants before pulling away slightly, hesitance swimming in his eyes.
“May i?”
“Bends- hah- i swear to everything in the known galaxy if you don’t just fucking- touch me already im going to kill us both.”
All remnants of hesitation melt away from Bendy’s features in an instant and he finally- finally frees Cup’s — borderline painfully — hard dick from the confines of the under suit. Cuphead gasps before moaning, long and drawlled, cutting off into a desperate whine as the blue paladins gloved hand wraps around his shaft.
Bendy pumps it once experimentally all while staring Cup down, seemingly gauging his reaction.
“Hnn..fuck-” Cup breathes, bucking his hips up in an attempt to chase the feeling.
Seeming satisfied, Bendy repeats the motion, swiping his thumb over the tip every few strokes. Cuphead lets his arms fall and wrap around the other, grasping at any loose areas of fabric he can possibly find, dropping his forehead to Bendys shoulder.
“f- ah- fast-”
“Faster?” Bendy whispers, voice laced with honey.
“yes- nn- yes yes- hah please.” The whines rip out of him like a prayer, repeatedly- uncontrollably.
Cup cuts off his own hazy babbling and nips at Bendy’s neck, licking and sucking at the small sliver of exposed skin available. The boy above him sucks in a surprised gasp, breath hitching. A hand snakes its way back into Cup’s curls grasping – but not tugging.
Bendy’s rutting down on him, panting, and Cuphead can feel the peak of an orgasm almost- barely making its way into his gut.
The babbling is back and Cup can only just make out what he himself is saying. Words start tumbling out, mixtures of begging and repetitive yes's tear out of him with vigor.
A gloved hand twists and Cuphead swears he sees what used to be altea before his vision goes blank. A knot in his gut Cup didn't even realise had formed, comes undone.
“Ben- hnng-” His body tenses, mouth forming an ‘o’, eyes blown wide. Cup's fingers claw at Bendy’s back and he spills over, painting the others hand and his own abdomen in white.
The red paladin melts against the Bendy’s warm body, panting, trying to collect himself.
Bendy bites his lip, still rutting down on Cup desperately.
The blonde vividly registers a small alarm noise blaring somewhere beside them, he blinks his eyes blearily and squints. Huh.
“Be..Bends-” He chokes out, barely above a whisper.
“hn- yeah?-”
Before Bendy can even get his question out, Alice's voice cuts through the air, alarmed.
“Paladins! Hello?”
Cuphead’s spine straightens out so quick he swears he hears something pop. Bendy startles, falling backwards off his lap and – very gracefully – slams into the ground, scrambling for his helmet.
“Y- ow- Yes, princess?”
“Where the hell are you two?! We need to go! NOW.”
Well.
At least Cup knows what that alarm was now.
They both stumble to their feet. Cuphead makes a noise of mild distaste to the state of his uniform and Bendy’s hand. The other scoffs, pulling out a wipe from one of the compartments attached to his hip, and wiping them both down haphazardly.
Bendy looks around for a brief moment before just tossing it over his shoulder and putting on his helmet, wincing – presumably at Alice’s scolding.
“Yeah, we really gotta go mullet.”
“What about-” Cup gestures down at Bendy's- problem.
The other smirks, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Don't worry, you can just make it up to me later, blondie.” He assures with a wink.
Cuphead’s cheeks flush darkly and Bendy barks a laugh.
“My room, yeah? 10 pm?”
Cup huffs, though a small smile finds its way to his lips, “Sure, sharpshooter.” He mutters.
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