#BEE!!!! <333

[icy-gendango]

RAAAHAHH I GOT SO MUCH COOL ART FOR MY BIRTHDAY THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH. I HAVE SAVED IT ALL ONTO EVERY DEVICE I OWN

[sharky-the-idiot]

hi bee and puppycat fans materializes space outlaw fanart

(inspiration/reference pics under cut)

used this as reference for the goober himself and the background is more based off of this

he's (one of) the silly space guy(s) ever!!! (he has way too much trauma)

[beeinatuxedo]

So, are you?

Gitm belongs to @venomous-qwille

I don't remember why I drew this oof

[tboygareth]

89 and Steddie 😌

hiiii baby!!! i love this prompt thank you sooooo much!!

89. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” word count: 941 tags: modern au, nsfw, mastubation, references to Dom/sub dynamics

After pressing send, Eddie just… waited. He knew he would be waiting for a while, because he knew that Steve was in a meeting right now, but… oh, the reaction he was going to get from that was going to be heavenly. 

Eddie didn’t usually take nudes. Not because he thought they were tacky or anything, he just… he didn’t really care to take the time to set up anything special, and sending Steve a picture of his hard cock in his fist just seemed like twenty somethings shit. They were above that. They were married for fuck’s sake. Who sends their husband a bad picture of their hard dick in their fist at thirty five years old, y’know?

This one was good, though. Eddie had just gotten out of the shower after knocking out a couple chapters of the new novel he was writing, and his skin was glistening with water droplets. The sunlight that was coming through the bedroom window was hitting Eddie’s skin just so, and so he stood in front of their full length mirror and snapped a few pictures on his phone. His cock and balls looked terrific, if Eddie could be so fucking bold - wet and heavy and half hard after spending his entire shower thinking about Steve.

Maybe later, when Steve got home from work, he would be in such a frenzy over the pictures that he would just have to rip all of his husband’s clothes off and have his wicked way with him.

Laying back on the bed, Eddie tugged at himself a few times at the thought, bringing himself to full hardness in a few short strokes. He could picture it now, Steve getting out of his meeting and seeing the photos, his face turning that lovely shade of red it so often did when he was turned on in public. He would call Eddie, compliment the picture, promise things for when he gets home.

Eddie was fully hard now, precome leaking from his slit as he really got into it. With his head thrown back, fucking into his fist, Eddie groaned. He thought of Steve again, how Steve’s been having a hard time keeping his hands off of Eddie for weeks now, how he would get home from work every day recently wanting to lay Eddie out on the bed and fuck him till dinnertime.

Eddie wasn’t exactly gonna complain. He loved Steve, he loved sleeping with Steve. The things they did together was like nothing Eddie had ever done before with a lover. 

When he thought about their sex life, Eddie was reminded of all the firsts he’d shared with Steve; the first time Steve tied him up, the first time Steve choked him, the first time Steve bent him over his lap and spanked him. Eddie had called Steve Daddy more than he ever even called his own father that as a child and y’know what? Good. 

Eddie was starting to get into it now, thinking about Steve fucking into him from behind, from above him, from below him while Eddie ride his cock. He was pumping his fist, stroking himself, the sound of it wet in the quiet of their bedroom. His chest was hot with sweat, the sensation of his approaching release beginning to build in his balls and his gut, and just when Eddie was almost there, his phone rang.

Steve.

“Hey, baby,” he panted into the phone. “Thinkin’ about you right now.”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” 

Steve’s tone brought Eddie up short. He sounded accusatory. He sounded mad.

“Uh, yeah? Why, did you not like them?”

Steve sighed. “No. Babe. I loved them. Obviously. But you know who didn’t like them? Human fucking Resources. The founding goddamn partners of the firm. I could have lost my fucking job just now, Eddie.”

Oh. Oh shit.

“Oh, shit, sweetheart, what happened?”

Eddie’s stomach dropped and he was… soft. Eddie was laying there, butt ass naked on their bed with his flaccid dick in his hand, his heart pounding at the idea of Steve’s bosses - whom Eddie had alreadt met several times at the office holiday parties - seeing pictures of Eddie’s cock. How the fuck would that even happen?

“So you know my MacBook is attached to my phone, right? That’s kinda the whole thing with Apple products?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh, shit. I was fucking presenting my proposal, Eds. It’s the end of the fucking quarter. We’re making numbers, thanks to me, and this proposal… goddammit, Eddie. We had to call a stop to the meeting. The pictures, they…”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah. They were cropped… not well.” Steve sighed again. “I hope you’re embarrassed and I hope you know you’re going to be hearing about it at the Christmas party this year.”

“Jesus Christ. Did anyone see my dick?”

“Yeah!” Steve laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Everyone saw your dick. God, at least it’s a nice dick. One of the women on my team congratulated me.”

Eddie groaned. “Was it Sandra?”

“Yeah.”

“How long’s it gonna be till people at work can laugh about it?”

“Oh, Eds, I’m pretty sure they’re already laughing about it. I did have to meet with HR, though. You can’t be doing that shit.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Other than that, how’d the meeting go?”

And Steve laughed. It was a beautiful sound, that laugh. It was like music. And Eddie has always loved music. Almost as much as he loved Steve.

[mel-loly]

-Thank you very much for the +1.5k followers! <3

[loopylostandfound]

local vampire prosecutor and his emotional support bats

[fishymom-art]

CHAPTER 3!

It's the gay chapter >:))

[solarcas]

Suptober Day 6 - Full spread loosely inspired by the works of my beloved incredible mutual @chapeldean 💕👋 (though nowhere near as good as her stuff jhkdfkj)

Transscript of my terrible handwritting under the cut :D

[Open for better quality!]

October - Oktober - Październik 2023

Monday/Montag/Podniedziałek; 2: Dinner @ Jody's Tuesday/Dienstag/Wtorek; 3: Movie night -> BTTF? Wednesday/Mittwoch/środa; 4: - Thursday/Donnerstag/Czwartek; 5: Jack dentist 3pm (Baby's first doc appointment :'-) ) [Covered by sticker that reads "Beelieve in yourself"]: get packed -> make list! Saturday/Samstag/Sobota; 7: VACATION! Remember: -laptop + charger! + phone. Sunday/Sonntag/Niedziela; 8: -lock room so Sammy can't snoop NOTES: Shampoo, Snacks, sunglasses 4 Cas, !Call mom!

[tottallytoby]

little buggy sona doodle

[miru667]

My Audrey when she was younger!! She's 7, almost 8 here. 🥰 Her unicorn plushie is also a backpack as well as a TV, since she's a Thneedville girl. Her mommy dressed her up all proper like she's going to a piano recital, and then I put a summer camp t-shirt over her. :>

[aloesnake]

if ur up for reqs i would love to see what a clingyduo or beeduo fusion (su style) would look like to you, ive got them on my mind >:3 also ive been following your main for FOREVER and only now am i finding your sick ass art blog? censorship of the people frfr

Bane o' Ender!!!!

and an unnamed clingy fusion :D

i had to make myself some bench trio refs to properly find the 'defining features' of each of em. (i dont have a solid revivedboo design but this is a good approximation of what i think theyd look like :D)

[adhbombus]

Pictures of Teardrop, long overdue <3

Sourced from the bfdi wiki

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

So the drawing from the other night I mentioned:

I made the mistake of opening twitter the other night (I refuse to call it x) and now my brain is buzzing with Lego monkie kid stuff cuz everybody was freaking out over season 5 being probably close to being a thing (Lego released new sets for it so yeah)

And so combining my rekindled interest in lmk with my also rekindled interest in Danny Phantom, I redesigned an oc I haven’t touched in like…almost a year now I think?

Old Ghost design:

NEW Ghost design >:) :

Took inspo from dp with the powers + the green-blue color scheme cuz yes (let the ghost monkey be a real ghost monkey/silly)

I’ll also prolly be rewriting his lore + character a tad since again I haven’t touched it in a bit, I have a doc with everything I just need to find it-

Also lil extra doodle that I almost forgot-

[beeinatuxedo]

Sideshow my babyyyyyyy

This amazing goofy guy is by @venomous-qwille

[tboygareth]

Saw someone else combine prompts and!!!

67. “Uh, am I interrupting?” &

87. “Wanna join?”

would also go so well together 👀👀👀 (Steve/Eddie/Jeff) 🫶

hi read ~ here's a lil something to come home to after your closing shift!

67. "Uh, am I interrupting?" 87. "Wanna join?" wc: 1680 | rating: e | no cws (i don't think?)

Jeff likes to think of himself as a pretty smart guy. He knows his shit, okay? That being said, Jeff cannot fucking figure out why Steve and Eddie constantly have to fuck in the common areas of their apartment when they know that Jeff is home. The amount of times he’s had to walk into the living room or the kitchen or the laundry room to find those two in… some compromising position or another is, frankly, astonishing.

Even for a guy as good at math as Jeff is. The numbers just aren’t adding up here. They have a perfectly good bed, a perfectly good en suite bathroom to do that shit in. So why are they constantly fucking around where they know Jeff is gonna walk in on them?

If Jeff were a more arrogant and prideful man, he would think that they want him to see them. But that’s stupid. Sure, maybe they’ve got a bit of an exhibitionism thing but like… c’mon guys. They all have to live together at the end of the day, and how is Jeff supposed to go about his routine when he’s concerned about walking into a room to find Steve on his knees sucking off Jeff’s best friend? 

Jeff has seen more of Eddie in the past year that the three of them have lived together than he ever planned to.

And yeah, he’s complaining, because secretly… he kind of enjoys it. Eddie’s always been hot. Ever since he grew out of that awkward lanky phase of early high school, ever since he filled out from carrying music equipment for their gigs… the guy is hot. And Steve… well that goes without saying. The dude’s got an absolute barrel of a chest, a beautifully thick patch of chest hair, and his cock looks like something out of a porno. 

And the sounds those two are always making? Jesus, it’s enough to have Jeff frantically tugging at his cock when he thinks about it. Eddie’s a moaner, a screamer, a fucking whimperer. Even when he and Steve are fucking behind closed doors, Jeff always knows when he’s coming. Eddie’s little whimpers with each wave of his climax are unmistakable for what they are, and Steve’s deep groans as Eddie’s hole clenches around him, milking him of his own release… goddamn.

It’s not that Jeff’s… into them, or anything. It’s just been awhile. He kind of hates the dating scene these days - the apps, the bar hopping, the anonymous trysts in alleyways and bathhouses. No one wants anything real anymore, and if Steve and Eddie weren’t already together and going strong, Jeff’s pretty sure those two would be having just as hard of a time getting laid as he has been.

The day it finally happens, the day everything snaps, Jeff is already feeling prickly. Those two were loud last night, going at it like teenagers until almost sunrise, and then Jeff had to get up and shower and head into work at his shitty nine to five like everything was fine, while Eddie and Steve were able to sleep in, because Eddie works from home and Steve’s on his annual summer break from having to teach smelly middle schoolers about American history. He’s been driving for Lyft and picking up some Instacart deliveries in the meantime. That must be nice, though, being able to get your fucking back blown out all night long and then sleep until goddamned noon while everyone else in the world has to actually get up and do things, including the roommate you’ve been keeping up all night with your insatiable fucking.

But no. Jeff’s not bitter or anything. No resentment here. None at all.

Not until he gets home. Not until he walks into the apartment and is greeted with those fucking sounds again. They’re on the couch. Again. 

When he walks into the living room, Jeff is greeted with a sight he will not soon forget: Eddie on his knees on the couch, his upper body pressed to the high leather back of it, his legs spread with his cock in his hand. Behind him, Steve is kneeling on the floor, his palms spreading Eddie’s cheeks open to fuck his tongue against the pucker of Eddie’s hole. Steve’s own cock is big and hard and leaking from the slit, and the noises his hand is making as he jerks himself off are wet and lewd.

“Am I interrupting?” Jeff hears himself ask.

“You wanna join?” Eddie moans, and Steve brings his open palm down to slap Eddie across the asscheek.

They’ve never asked him that before. Jeff’s never gotten so hard so quickly in his life. 

“Don’t say that,” he mutters, and he drops his briefcase in the hall before starting his trek across the living room to get to his bedroom. 

Steve rises from his place behind Eddie, and Jeff tries not to watch as he shoves two fingers into him.

“Seriously, Jeff. Join us. We’ve talked about it. You know we’ve been doing this on purpose, right?”

Jeff’s world goes a little sideways, a little hazy, and he watches Eddie’s mouth drop open in a pleasured sigh before he drops his head onto the back of the couch. 

“C’mon,” Steve insists. “Come fuck Eddie. He wants you to, don’t you baby?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Eddie whines. “C’mon, Jeffy, been wantin’ you to fuck me forever now.”

Jeff must be dreaming. Maybe he’s dead. Maybe he fell asleep at the wheel and an 18 wheeler took him the fuck out because there is no way Eddie and Steve - Steve and Eddie, couple of the year - are really asking him to fuck around with them like this. They’re roommates. Friends. Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since Jeff was still in diapers for Christ’s sake.

“You guys for real right now?” Jeff is asking, even as he’s loosening his tie and unbuckling his belt. “Don’t fuckin’ say it if you’re not for real right now, I’ve been thinking about you guys and your fucking… fucking, all day long.”

“Good,” Steve breathes. “Good, that was the point. Get over here.”

So Jeff goes to them, still feeling a little bit like he’s in a daze. Steve moves away from Eddie and pops open the bottle of lube from the coffee table, upending it over his palm as Jeff shoves his trousers down just enough to get his cock out. He stands there behind Eddie, whose hole is on display for him, gaping and slick and waiting, seemingly, for Jeff’s dick. Steve presses close, his hand coming around to stroke Jeff and lube him up to enter Eddie.

“Eddie’s been talking about it for months,” Steve whispers against Jeff’s ear. “It’s been a part of our dirty talk for -” Jeff sinks three fingers into Eddie’s hole, making him gasp and whine, “- fuck, look at him - this has been a part of our dirty talk for such a long time. Go ahead. Fuck him. We both want you to.”

So Jeff lines himself up, and he sinks inside. Eddie’s body, hot and slick inside, responds gorgeously. He flutters around Jeff’s dick, sucks him in, and Eddie’s voice is coming out in high, reedy little gasps. And it’s Jeff that’s making him feel like that for once, Jeff who’s driving into him with abandon, Jeff who’s drawing out those moans.

“More,” Eddie is pleading, “deeper, Jeffy, please please please fuck me harder.”

Steve’s mouth is kissing at his shoulder, sucking bruises into his skin that no one but them will even know are there. Steve’s stroking himself off back there, his other hand shoving Jeff’s pants down over the swell of his ass, and Jeff is getting lightheaded again. He’s speechless. He wants to beg Steve to use his fingers, open him up and make him come. He’s never had a threesome before, but there are no other people Jeff would rather do this with.

“Can I fuck you open with my fingers?” Steve asks him, his fingers already beginning to tease at Jeff’s rim.

“Yeah,” Jeff hears himself breathe out. “Yeah, please.”

He can’t fucking think, trapped as he is between them like this - Steve behind him, driving two fingers into his hole, and Eddie in front of him, crying out as Jeff fucks into him at a rhythm he’s having trouble keeping consistent. Steve’s fingers are clever and precise; they hone in on his prostate with such expertise that Jeff is crying out with it, very nearly sobbing at the overwhelming onslaught of sensation. 

He thrusts forward - into Eddie - and then back - onto Steve’s fingers - and it’s like magic. He’s coming apart quickly, about to tumble over the edge embarrassingly fast but it doesn’t even matter. Eddie’s voice is doing that thing it does when he’s almost there.

“Jerk yourself off,” he hears himself say, and Eddie’s hand is already there, stroking himself with the rhythm of Jeff’s thrusts into his body. So Jeff picks up the pace even more, the snap of his hips growing hard and punishing to bring Eddie to climax. 

Eddie spills, whimpering with each spurt of cum that splashes against the leather below him. His ass clenches down on Jeff’s cock, and Steve’s fingers press hard against his prostate and that’s it, that’s all she wrote. Jeff is coming hard, harder than he has in a long time, emptying himself deep inside Eddie’s body, shouting through it, his fingernails digging into the flesh of Eddie’s shoulders.

When he draws slowly out of Eddie in the comedown, Eddie twitches and collapses on the couch.

“Holy fuck,” Jeff breathes. He’s still not entirely sure he isn’t dreaming. “Jesus Christ, holy fuck. Am I dreaming?”

“I think this is my dream, actually,” Eddie mumbles into the leather of the couch.

“Neither of you are dreaming,” Steve says as he begins to clean up. “Congratulations on finally fucking, you idiots. Next we have to have a conversation about whether or not we get to call you our boyfriend.”

requests are closed!

[cosmicladyy]

low tide

dating wesley wizard

your first date was literally just a fishing trip

but you actually had a great time, wesley would tell you interesting facts about each fish he’d catch and what lure was best to use

you caught a big ass fish on your first throw and couldn’t stop bragging

he thought it was cute

(howell was horrifed when he found out and made him take you to this rlly fancy restaurant he had reservations for) “ON WHAT PLANET DOES FISHING QUALIFY AS A DATE???”

on the off chance you don’t go fishing with him, he’d send you pics of some of the fish he’d catch

‘took 4evr, but i finally caught him’

‘he kinda looks like u :)’

hc that he likes to bring home pretty shells he finds on the beach for you

you have a shelf dedicated to all the gifts he brings you

when ya’ll finally move in, he brings all his fish buddies with him

congrats! you now have your very own aquarium !!

love the man to bits, but i feel that bc he spends so much time in the ocean, he’s used to the smell and doesn’t realize a majority of his clothes stinks

which is bad news for you bc he likes to be held after a long day of fishing and you don’t wanna be near a smelly fish man

“Wes, I’ll hold you after you shower.”

“so you’re saying you don’t love me anymore?”

“WESLEY GO TAKE A SHOWER.”

when ya’ll first started dating, he was a little hesitant on officially introducing you to his sibs

he knows his family does it to protect him, but they can be a bit much at times

but after much convincing, you both arranged a small dinner to get to know them

you kinda already knew Crispin, considering he’s the only mechanic on the island

it started off with you getting back to back ‘interviews’ from each sibling but at the end they all came to the realization that you’re actually pretty cool

he thought that was goods news, but it backfired tremendously

prepare to never have any alone time 

bc you’ll always have a wizard sibling glomming onto you

you don’t mind, but wesley gets tired of it quick

“I wanted them to help me with this new recipe I found.”

“Yea right, they clearly want to check out this new computer game I found.”

“Dream on! They obviously want to sculpt with me, let’s get outta here (y/n)!”

*cue tug of war*

he’s not really into pda

instead of holding hands, he likes to link pinkies

when ya’ll are alone however..

you like when he kisses your cheeks bc his stubble tickles in a good way

before he heads off for the day, he waits for you to brush his bangs to the side and give him a smooch on his forehead

he refuses to leave without one

he’s actually really clingy behind closed doors

you absolutely love it, but it definitely has it moments

“this is really nice, but i need to use the bathroom.”

*grunt*

“I’m like three seconds away from pissing my pants pls let go.”

“I have a bucket you can use.”

“THAT”S SO GROSS WESLEY LET GO.”

after his clothes have been thoroughly washed, you like to steal his sweaters

“Are any of the clothes dry yet?”

“no.”

“is that my favorite shirt?”

“...no.”

you buying him those dorky dad hats that read somethin’ like “women want me, fish fear me” as a joke but they become a major part of his wardrobe 

sometimes when wesley gets tired of talking, he’ll slowly go from one worded responses to low grunts

when you pick up on this, you just hold his hand and sit with him in silence

he appreciates it and squeezes your hand to let you know

he’s really glad he met you, it makes him feel like you’re the only person who really gets him