#Pantaloon Bee

[outragedslime]

Happy and sleepy pantaloon bee in my moms garden!

[ifelten]

Pragtbuksebi (Dasypoda hirtipes)

Hunner (1-5) og hanner (6-7).

Pantaloon Bee aka Hairy-legged Mining Bee (Dasypoda hirtipes)

Females (1-5) and males (6-7).

[nonuggetshere]

I'm DONE, I'M FINALLY DONE

Designs/refs for all the kids I gave to the buggycule so far, ordered from oldest to youngest

Grouped roughly by their age groups (each row is around the same age)

[crowttore]

'Worst' part of summer really is how it takes me three times as long to get anywhere because if I see a bee on the ground I feel obligated to pick it up and move it out of harms way ><

[lilolebambi]

a short n sweet puppy!chris blurb*ੈ✩‧₊˚

You're at peace.

Everything shaved, smelling like vanilla and coconut, and your favorite matching set on. You're so relaxed that you barely notice that Chris is home until he's laying on top of you, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he takes in your scent.

"Y'smell, so good." He mumbles, "Everything shower?" You hum in response, giggling softly as you realize that he finally remembers the name of it after all this time.

You kiss the top of his head, running your hands through his messy hair. "Mhn.." He nuzzles into your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut, breathing evening out, hands slowly stopping in your boyfriend's hair.

Until you feel his boner against your thigh. You don't he notices, sometimes Chris just gets hard from being around you—But then the whining starts, along with the grinding against your thigh. "Chris." Your eyes lock as soon as you open yours, "Mommy." He pleads, "Please?"

"Chris, I just—" He whimpers loudly. "Need you s' bad," He bites his lips, searching your eyes with his teary ones. "Anything, anything— l-lemme taste you."

You tilt your head, digesting his needy expression. "Please? M' so hungry."

You're soaked.

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"Chris—" You gasp, grabbing at bed sheets. Your legs are over his shoulders as he devours your pussy like it's last his meal. You tug on his hair, and he takes that as encouragement, his hands gripping your thighs faster as he works faster, more eagerly. You throw your head back, "S-such a good fu- fuc—" You choke on a moan. "P-puppy!

He looks up at you, his eyes glazed over with desire. "Mhff.." He whimpers against you, the sound of your pleasure making the boner in his pants even harder. He doubles his efforts sucking and licking eagerly at your folds, determined to make you cum.

"C-chris—" Your hips buck against his face, "M' gonna—" His eyes roll back as he feels you clench around his tongue, your legs trembling in his grip. "M'- m' cummin!" You cry out, legs trembling as you finally fall apart on his face.

Even after you cum, he doesn't let up. He licks and sucks through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure as until you're a squirming, gasping mess. He pulls back, sitting on his knees, face glistening.

"I...I got you flowers."

"Y-yeah?" You pant, "They're really pretty." He says, moving off the bed, but you grab his wrist. "Baby, you didn't cum."

He blushes. "Y-yeah, I did. I came when you came." He mumbles, avoiding your eyes.

God, you love your boyfriend.

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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @badgallrora @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @sweeethrt @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: m not officially back but i do feel better <3

[chrissonnyangel]

bluecollar!chris x shy!reader

➤ you have something on your face

"Why aren't you drinking your coffee?" Your boyfriend asks. Your chin balances on your hands as you lean over the table.

Right now, you and chris were sat down in a cafe, taking a break from your stroll hand in hand downtown. It was a beautiful spring day, with the sun shining, bees buzzing and the perfect breeze running through your hair. It was busy walking on the sidewalks, chris had to guide you in front and behind him with his grip on your hand or on your hips, which made you feel flustered but also a tingly feeling at his dominance over you so easily. Your boyfriend knew a few short cuts around the overcrowded areas, which lead to you two walking at a snails pace, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. A hidden cafe was tucked away on one of the busy streets corner, which lead you and chris to where you both are now.

"It's just a bit hot at the moment." You said bluntly, rubbing away the tiredness in your eyes. "Do you want me to blow it for you?" His eyebrow cocked up as he looked in your direction. You nodded slowly, nothing coming to mind in time to respond. He held the handle of the mug and brought it up to his face, chris blowed softly at the liquid. Some of the steam vanishing. You couldn't help but blush at his kind gesture. No one would even think to cool down your coffee, but chris did. He placed it down in front of you again and smiled ,"There, try it now." You brought the beverage up to your lips and took a sip, it now being a comfortable temperature to drink. You swallowed and sighed in satisfaction. "It's perfect, thank you chris." He flashed another sweet smile before digging into his chocolate cake.

You watched in admiration, at how quickly he indulged and finished the treat. Chris licked his lips happily, and looked back up at you. You spotted a lone piece of chocolate sponge, with sauce painted in the corner of his mouth. This made you giggle at him being completely oblivious.

"What? Did my eating skills impress you?" He laughed lightly, confused at what you found so humerus. "No chris, you've got chocolate on your face." You pointed. He sighed playfully and swiped his face. But he still didn't get it. Your laughter began to bubble up again as you said, "Chris it's right there." You pointed to your face to make it more obvious. But yet again, he still missed. You leaned over the table and dabbed your fingertip on your tongue to rub off the excess. Chris looked up at you, in your concentrating state, he was mesmerised at your tender care and gentle touch. "There, all better." You sat back in your seat and grinned towards chris' still figure. "Are you ok-"

"I love you." He interrupted. Your eyes grew wide in surprise. This can't be true. "What?"

"I. Love. You." Chris repeated, not taking down his guard. A part inside of you melted at his sudden confession. "Really?"

"Of course, you're the most lovable girl I know." His eyes softened at your sweet reaction. Fireworks were going off inside you, the explosives bouncing off the walls with nerves and excitement. Chris leaned over the table and kissed you sweetly, pulling back looking proud. "You don't have to say it back if you're not ready, but I certainly am." He reassured.

"No, I love you too." You cut in, not trying to give off the wrong impression. A sigh of relief left yours and chris' mouths in unison. The blush was back as you smile forwards, the red covering your cheeks, evident to your boyfriend. He reached over the table to hold your hand in his, his fingertips tracing your knuckles gently, like you were made of glass.

"You love me."Chris said smugly and held his head up high.

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[crazysodomite]

LOOK UP PANTALOON BEE GOOGLE DOT COM they're one of my fav bees (another being Orchid Bees)

SO CUTES? PANTS 🐝

beetaur with big fluffy legwarmers like this. MORE

[a103-chris-mm]

Cool Shirt

warnings: just cute fluff and silly goosey stuff

based on my headcannon of daycare worker matt only owning winnie the pooh, eeyore, and cat shirts

au write here (i meant right)

Matt stood in front of his mirror, his bed absolutely buried in a sea of clothes. He had to make one decision, but for some reason, it was taking up his whole mind. His options were limited, a cluster of Winnie the Poohs, Eeyores, and a handful of shirts featuring cute cats all to which he named. This man didn’t own a single plain t-shirt.

He held up one of the Eeyore ones to his body, it was faded but a classic of his. Then the bright yellow Pooh shirt with honey pots and bees—a newly added one to his collection.Then the red tee with a Pete the Cat wearing sunglasses. He sighed dramatically and dropped them all back onto the pile.

“I swear this is the start of my villain arc,” he muttered, yanking out his phone.

A second later, he was FaceTiming both Chris and Nick, who answered from what were clearly their respective rooms. Chris having the movie Cars playing in the background.

“Are you struggling with an everyday task like usual, or have you called to finally agree to go to the horror convention with us?” Chris grinned immediately.

Nick raised a brow. “Why do you look like you’re choosing an outfit for a date with a cartoon character?”

Matt held up a shirt in each hand, looking desperate. “Shut up Chris. I’m trying to look cool, alright? For Y/N. She’s always wearing cool stuff, and I don’t wanna look like a Build-A-Bear dressed by a 7 year old. Help me pick.”

Chris immediately cackled. “Bro, that one Eeyore shirt literally has spaghetti stains on it.”

“Battle scars,” Matt deadpanned.

Nick leaned forward, squinting. “Okay, okay. Pooh with the bees is cute, but you’ve worn three Pooh shirts this week. Go for something different."

Chris nodded, still grinning. “Honestly? Pete the Cat one with the sunglasses. It’ll make you look chill. Even though you’re obviously not.”

Matt groaned. “Why do I even ask you imbeciles?”

“Because you need us,” Nick replied flatly. “And because we’re right. Wear the cat one. Throw a hoodie over it. Boom. Casual cool, like you didn’t spend 30 minutes panicking about a girl, who by the way, won't give a shit.”

Chris added. “Also… bring backup. You’re 100% gonna spill paint or applesauce on yourself before noon, and I’m not driving over there to bring you a clean shirt like last time.”

Matt rolled his eyes but smiled as he grabbed the cat shirt. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Love you too,” both brothers said in unison, then hung up.

Twenty minutes later, Matt walked into Sunny Days Daycare wearing the chosen shirt, hoodie slung casually around his waist, hair actually brushed, and just a tiny bit of hope in his chest that Y/N might smile at him today.

She did in fact.

And even better, she said, “Hey! Cool shirt. I love Pete the Cat.”

not proofread!

i dont know if ive ever written something so small but uh here you are. + ive usually written more serious and descriptive stories. please go check out my au!!

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[wet-and-wedgied]

Rhys’ Diarrhea Disaster

(This is a fictional desperation story)

Rhys was a performer at the local Renaissance Fair and this year they gone all out, managing to book it on a vast estate of some wealthy history buff who’d recreated a medieval castle, complete with a most and a garden maze. Rhys, a good-looking young man in his twenties with green eyes and blond hair had been tasked with acting as a noble seneschal, greeting guests and introducing other performers. It was easy enough and fun, and he got to wear a cool recreation of a 16th century outfit, old fashion shoes complete with white tights, short black and gold pantaloons and a tight fitting matching doublet with puffy sleeves and a feathered cape. The clothing was tight and hard to get in, and even harder to get out of, but not particularly uncomfortable.

Rhys, thus toon his break in his get-up, slipping into the back of one of the vendors and grabbed for himself a turkey leg. He joined a few other guys in chowing down, before it was time for him to back work.

“Greetings lords and ladies,” said Rhys with bravado as the latest wave of guests arrived. It was the afternoon and the sun was beating down on him, but it was one of the popular times. “Prepare thyself for feats most great and glorious, as ye King’s tournament draw near,” Rhys said, much to the delight of a family as he point to a mom where to find the jousting field. He was directing another guest to the exhibit on dungeon equipment when suddenly Rhys felt a low grumble in his stomach. He wrinkled his nose, confused. He had just eaten, he couldn’t be hungry. In fact he felt really full. Then he stiffened as a cramp struck him.

Rhys let out a low moan as he held his stomach, bending over. BBBRRBBPT! A short hot fart blasted out of Rhys. A guy walking by dressed like a jester laughed at him. Rhys’ face went red. His stomach growled again. He didn’t need to eat, he needed—PPPBRTRRT!—Uh— to expel something. A lot of something. Rhys groaned as his guts twisted and churned beneath the tight fabric of the doublet. God, he needed to take a dump, right this minute!

BBBRRRT! Rhys cradled his stomach, doubling over as another hot fart escaped him. This was loud, booming a it came out. People started to notice the costumed nobleman wasn’t looking quite so noble. But Rhys had just finished his break and he knew his boss would blow a gasket if he took another. BBBRRTNBBBPPPRTT! Oh that was a big one. He should think about anything having to blow! PPrRRT! Not to mention he was suppose to be staying in character

“Greetings lords and—“ Rhys grabbed his stomach again as another cramp struck him like a hammer. It felt like a battering ram of shot had just slammed into his asshole and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold it back. His knees felt wobbly as he bent at the middle, more farts attacks hitting him, each growing louder and louder.

“eEEEW!” Yelled a boy covering his nose and pointing at Rhys. “He’s stinky!”

Bbpprt

PPRTT

BppPPPRT!

Rhys shifted uncomfortably. His stomach roiled he felt bloated and gassy against the tight fit of his doublet, and refusing to budge it press’s into his bubbling guys forcing out a series of farts.

“Oh man,” Rhys muttered, “that turkey leg really isn’t agreeing with me.” He pressed his legs together, but it was no use. He was going to shit, and it was up to him on if that was in a toilet or his pants. “Screw it!” He gasped, and made a mad dash into the fair, bee-lining for the outhouses— Port-A-Potties decorated to look medieval— but was greeted a long line of other desperate fair goers. A line of other men who had eaten the turkey legs were clamoring for a spot, the sound of wet explosions disgustingly loud and clear to Rhys.

GRRearawwallRRL

Rhys whimpered as he held his stomach, shifting again and again in the line. Next to him another man let out a short gasp of relief and began pissing himself right then and there. The sight of the ever growing wet stain on the man’s shorts seem to have a reactionary effect on Rhys’ bladder which suddenly felt twice full.

BBBRRPPPBBBTTSHSWT!

Rhys grabbed his ass through the short pantaloons as another fart burst out of him, turning alarming wet at the end. He clenched his cheeks. “Oh God, there is no way I’m gonna make it!” Rhys groaned as he looked at the outhouses. He need somewhere else to go. He turned, desperately scanning for anything. His eyes focused on the maze. It looked most empty.

Rhys, one hand planted on his round ass and the other pressed between his legs and gripping his crotch ran across the commons and into the maze, stumbling through the many twist and turns, farting with each step. He finally came to a stop in a secluded corner as another cramp hit him and he doubled over.

“fuck it!” Rhys gasped as he resolved to pop a squat in the maze. He looked down at the pantaloons and began to work on the laces that went up the front against the bulge of his pulsing crotch. He moved as fast as he could, but there were so many, and the laces were done so tight. Panic started to set in as he tried to move faster. But the laces wouldn’t budge and the battering ram of hot loose shit was ready to breathe through.

“No! No, no, no, come on!” Rhys begged as he tried in vain to tug down the pantaloons of the white tights as his stomach chained like an angry volcano. “Please— please don’t make me shit myself!” He shook and squirmed, but it was no use as the battering ram of shit slammed against his hole and broke through.

“Aahhh… can’t hold it! AaaaAAHH!” Rhys moaned as a a thick wet turd the size of a soft ball burst through his hole and into his white tights. He gasped as the tights were instantly stained a muddy brown, the stench so thick it made him gag. And it was only the begging. He left out another moan as, the gates broken through, a tidal wave of soft diarrhea poured out of him in an uncontrollable burst into his pantaloons. It quickly filled them, Rhys left doubled over as he lost complete control of his bowls, soiling his costume. As he continued shitting himself , Rhys’ bladder too gave in. His eyes fluttered as he began peeing his pants, flooding the front as a golden waterfall fell over his fingers, frozen where they were still on his laces, streaming down his thigh and legs, mixing with the mudslide going down the back of his tights.

BLABBBBDGFFFBBBFFFFRT!

PLLOPPOPPOKLRRRBBBRRT!

SSPOOSSSLAAT!

Rhys whimpered as his pantaloons were filled, till his ass was swimming in the tidal wave of diarrhea, which came out in explosive blasts that Rhys helpless. The smell was toxic, the raw sewage his body was producing horribly rip as it started to mush up his back and onto his doublet as his guts bubbled and forced out more rancid fart into the growing mess. Rhys fell to his hands and knees, landing the massive puddle of his own shit and piss.

He breathed heavily as the diarrhea pouring out of him slowed. His entire outfit was ruined. His tights soaked, his shoes flooded with still hit urine sewage. He let out a small sob at his embarrassment, though despite it all a part of him was happy to have the release, though his gut still felt funny.

Rhys was finally able to strip out of his soiled clothes, wiping himself off as best he could. He was left entirely in the nude expect for his hat, which he held over his privates as he made his way through the maze. He figured everyone would be watching for the joust, so he could make a quick dash to the employee’s tent and grab his civilian cloths and book it. And he might have made it too.

But just as Rhys was reaching the maze entrance, not a soul in sight, he was hit with a second wave of explosive diarrhea. He let out a sharp, embarrassed gasp as he felt his bowels loose and he froze. Instinctively he grabbed the hat he’d been using to cover himself and placed it beneath him as he squatted. “Oh god, not an Again — UUaghhhAaaAAHH!”

BBBBRRRSSPLLAAATTT!

Rhys moaned loudly, his cheeks red as his ass erupted like a poop volcano beneath him into his hat. He gasped and groaned as wave after wave of explosive diarrhea blasted out of him hot as lava and disgustingly thick, filling the poor unfortunately hat till it was overflowing.

It was in the middle of this, Rhys shitting uncontrollably, emptying his bowels into his own hat when the joust ended and everyone came flooding back into the the commons. Suddenly all eyes were set squarely on Rhys and his diarrhea disaster.

[that-weird-bee]

Fave bee?

OK I'm finallt able to respond

fcukkkkkkk ok heres a few

in order:

Teddy bear bee

vulture bee

pantaloon bee

compact cellophane bee

cryptic bumblebee

tawny mining bee

domino cuckoo bee

orchid bees <3

[dairyfreenugget]

Furry (FaaF) AU species thoughts:

Pale King is a wyrm that took on a more anthropomorphic mammalian traits, but still retains his overall dragon look. So he basically looks like a fluffy drake. Still has monarch wings but they're a spell now instead of a boody part, and resemble classic dragon wings.

White Lady is a nature goddess that vaguely resembles something of a mix of a rabbit (or hare) and a deer. Still at least partly a plant though

Grimm is a mix of a jackal, bat and other various scavengers. Possibly some reptilian or dragon traits. Nightmare King Grimm is the same thing but a patchwork plush

Unn is still a slug but this time an anthropomorphic one. At least partly made of slime and has a see-through stomach filled with acid.

The Radiance is a mix of an owl and a dragon or perhaps a basilisk?

The moths in general are owls. They have just 4 limbs and use their wings like hands, but The Radiance has 6 limbs with separate wings and hands

Herrah, and by extension deepnestians, are an original species I made up for this. Imagine a cross between a star-nosed mole, wolverine, and a wolf with 8 small eyes and long whiskers who's also an obligatory carnivore, and you get her.

Hornet is just a mix of this and a dragon. Long shaggy fur and mane, big ass ears, long whiskers, possibly horns, and a star-shaped nose too

Monomon is a jellyfish with mechanical enhancements to help her live on land. Her face is a visor

Lurien is some sort of colourful birth, possibly a peacock or a parrot

I'm blanking out on the great five. I'm thinking a pig for Ogrim, maybe some sort of bovine for Hegemol?

Shade Lord is like a giant sea dragon/serpent, with plenty of fish traits, think deep sea creature. The vessels are basically a mix of this + PK and WL, so their traits are all over the place. The shades become more serpentine and fish-looking.

Flower/PV mostly has traits from PK and WL, save for their dark colouring, which they get from SL. They mostly resemble a cross between a deer and a dragon with big ears. Still carnivorous/omnivorous so they have sharp fangs. Got feet covered in scales and hooves, though sharper and almost looking like talons, especially ones on their hands.

Still unsure about Ghost, but I'm probably gonna go with more rabbit and deer look for them than dragon. And maybe they'll look more like a sea serpent after taking over the mantle of the Shade Lord.

Lummis is a capybara, his parents are beavers. Still unsure about Petunia, but they give me fox or some sort of mustelidae vibes. Possibly a hybrid also, since originally they're a mix of two different mining bee species (pantaloon × tawny mining bee)

The buggycule's children are gonna look so fucking wild, man...

Dunno about Adamas (PK's mother), might keep her fluffy because she lives in cold, harsh mountains but she'd probably have far more dragon traits than her son

[rjzimmerman]

This tiny flower teaches us all we need to know about growing old. (Washington Post Opinion)

For most of my life, I marked the progress of spring by its blooms. First came the crocuses of February and the daffodils of March, followed, in quick succession, by the tulips and hyacinth, the lilac and flowering cherry and the saucer magnolias. Later, the azaleas would explode in a pink and red riot — and, before long, the peonies would unfurl to proclaim the approach of summer. Each arrival announced itself with a spectacular burst of color and, often, a sweet perfume that filled the yard.

But lately I’ve come to share the view of Wendy Cass, the head botanist at Shenandoah National Park, when she sees a waving clump of daffodils.

“Boring,” she says.

What I had been watching all those years was spring as humans made it. This year, I’m experiencing spring as God made it.

Those tulips, lilacs and all the rest were imported from Europe and Asia, curated and genetically manipulated by humans so they would grow with no effort and display improbably sweet and showy blooms. They are beautiful, no question, and I will always smile when I see a host of golden daffodils as Wordsworth did, “Beside the lake, beneath the trees/ Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

But this year, I’ve instead been walking in the still-bare forest and looking for Dutchman’s breeches.

In case you are wondering why some European left his pants in the woods, let me explain that the Dutchman’s breeches is my new favorite flower. Its bloom, just a half-inch tall, looks like an upside-down pair of white pantaloons, belted at the waist with a yellow rope. Native to this part of the eastern United States, it’s one of the first wildflowers of spring, popping up in late March or early April, flowering for a couple of weeks and disappearing as quickly as it came. Its entire growing season — from the time its first green shoot emerges from the earth to the moment its last bit of green foliage dies for the year — is just a couple of months.

Yet so much life comes from those delicate trousers. It’s one of the first foods in the forest after a long winter, and a crucial bit of sustenance for the queen bumblebee. When she emerges from her overwintering nest in the ground (the other bees die during the winter), she stretches her long tongue into the Dutchman’s breeches to reach its nectar, which nourishes her as she lays the eggs that will replenish the colony with the next generation of workers.

The Dutchman’s breeches are part of a class of plants felicitously known as “spring ephemerals.” They appear on the forest floor before the trees have leafed out, taking advantage of the sunlight. They flower, go to seed and die back within just six to 12 weeks. These are flowers you generally won’t find at florists: They are bluebells and bloodroot, trout lilies and toothwort, spring beauties and rue anemone. They are joined by other flowers that, while not “true” ephemerals (their foliage lasts a bit longer), generally share the same category: the great white trillium, hepatica, star chickweed and mayapple.

They are notoriously difficult to cultivate, hard to transplant and even harder to grow from seeds. It can take seven years from the time a trillium seed is planted to the appearance of just one of its three-petal flowers. Ephemerals are finicky and fussy plants, growing only in forests and typically near streams. They aren’t as bold and colorful as garden-variety flowers, and most don’t even have a scent. You won’t spot spring ephemerals from your car window with an “ooh” and an “ah.” To find them, you have to go on a treasure hunt in the forest. Their flowers can be tiny — sometimes just a millimeter or two — and you could easily miss them if you don’t look carefully.

That is just the point.

[lilolebambi]

fingersucking...

sub!chris.

"M-mommy—" He moans, low and whiney. Your hand comes up to cover his mouth, "Shhh, you gotta be quiet, Baby. Don't want your brothers to hear, hmm?" He nods against your hand as another loud moan slips from his lips.

You love how loud he is, but it's different when his brothers are home or you guys aren't at your place. "Mama—" He whines, "N-need— more—"

You know he does. But you can't risk his brother's hearing.

He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, desperately trying to fuck your fist as you hold his hips down. "B-been a good boy— please—"

You can't resist him when he's like this. His back arches as you begin to stroke him again, pre cum seeping from his tip. "Fuccccck—" He rasps, getting louder by the second. "Chris." You warn sternly. He gasps, "M-m'- sorry mama— it just feelsso—" He bucks into your fist, "G-good!"

He's so loud, and you really, really can't even stomach the thought of his brother's catching you guys... but he looks so pretty. Sounds so pretty. And your fingers are right there, brushing his lips.

Glossy eyes, meet yours as you part his lips with your thumb. "Mama—" You shush him, slipping two of your fingers in his mouth. "You wanna cum, don't you, Sweetheart?"

He hums around your fingers. "Gotta keep you quiet, you can suck them for me, can't you?" He nods, his tongue swirling around your fingers.

Your hand speeds up, and you're mesmerized by the sight of his eyes rolling back, hands gripping at the sheets. The feeling of his tongue, the sounds of it around your fingers driving you crazy.

You can't help if you push them deeper to watch him gag.

"Mhfn...c-cum— mama—" He says around your fingers, "C-can I—"

You shove your fingers even deeper, smiling at the tears falling down his cheeks. "Mhm, of course, Baby."

That's all he needs to let go. Thrusting into your fist like there's no tomorrow as white spurts paint his stomach and your hand.

"Thankyoumama..." He slurs.

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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: chris btw

[elementalgod-aj]

Anthro Allies Remastered (Part 10)

Now the Third and Final Part of the Arthropods

Endoterygota

Emorrossa (Insect Queen)

Lord Hexagath (Insect King)

Sawfly

Buzza (Sawfly)

Team 

Stem sawfly

Horntail

Cedar wood wasp

Webbed Leaf

Xyelid

Megalodontes

Parasitic Wasps

Crimson the Abominable (Thistledown velvet ant)

The Hoard

P. Wood wasp 

Sirex Woodwasp

Ichneumon Wasp 

Gall wasp

Chalcid Wasp

Fairy wasp

Ensign Wasp

Crowned Wasp

Cuckoo wasp (Emerald wasp)

Velvet Ant (Cow killer)

Spider Wasp (Tarantula Hawk)

Tiphiid wasp

Scoliid wasp 

Mammoth Wasp

Cockroach wasp (Jewel Wasp)

Sand digger wasp

Cicada Killers

Ant hunter wasp

Bee wolf 

Aphid wasp

Eusocial Wasp

Queen Assaut

King Vespa

Prince Axe

Princess Strike

Warriors

Hornets

Yellow jackets

European wasps

Paper Wasps

Executioner wasps

Warrior wasps

Potter wasps

Hover wasps

Pollen wasps

Honey Wasp

Ants

Queen Amber

King Ore 

Prince Beryl

Princess Siafu

Special Forces

Acrobat Ant, Dracula Ant, Exploding Ant, Mafia Ant, Shining Guest Ant, Sugar Ant

Colony

Black Ants (Garden worker), Red Ants (forager worker)

Argentine Ants (Warrior), Erratic Ants (sun workers), Needle Ant (Warrior), Ghost Ant (Scout), Stink Ants (aphid and caterpillar farmer), cone ant (pest control)

Eciton Ants (Generals/Tanks), Driver Ants (Army)

Trap Jaw Ants (Trappers), Dinosaur Ants (Moon Worshippers)

Diving Ant (Swimmer), Honey Pot Ants (Food dealers), Crazy Ants (Wild cards), Amazon Ants (Raider), Carpenter Ants (Builders), Tree Ants (Warriors), Hodor Ant (Bouncer),  Giant forest ants (gladiators)

Leaf Cutter Ants (Builders), Weaver Ants (handmaidens and caretakers), Lemon Ants (mushroom growers), Pharaoh Ants (communication), Harvester Ants (harvesters), Pirate Ants (rogues), Raider Ants (raider), Electric ants (warriors), Fire Ants (Warriors), Big headed ants (Guard)

Bees

Queen Apidae

King Apo

Prince Kyle

Princess Pollen

Bee Hive

Dwarf/Asian Honey bee, Giant/European Honey Bee, Dog Bee, Sugar Bag bee (Honey makers), Carpenter bee (Builders), Bumblebee (Nectar collector),  orchid bee (Flower manager), Sweat Bee (workers), Long horned Bees (Workers), Digger Bees (nest builders), Mining Bees (Mining and Excavation)

Plasterer bee (builder), Polyester bee (cloth maker)

Carder bee (Collectors), Leafcutter bee( (Weaver), Mason bee (molder), Wallace giant Bee (blacksmith)

Pantaloon Bee (Guards)

Australian Bee (soldiers)

Daniel and Lyon (lacewing & antlion)

Xan (Snakefly)

Zip(Alderfly)

Grounder (Ground beetles)

Live wire (Telephone pole beetle)

Knock Knock (Deathwatch beetle)

Lucky (Ladybug)

Lumi-Nate (Firefly)

Adorn (Jewel beetle)

IronShell/Ira (Horned Scarab beetle)

Horns (Stag Beetle)

George Schmutz (Dung beetle)

Red Rover (Rove beetle)

Ballin (Boll weevil)

Waxer (Giraffe Weevil)

Twist (Stylops)

Twiddle (Stylops)

Harleigh (Butterfly/Moth)

Eugene (Monarch Butterfly)

Genevieve (Silk Moth)

Cassidy (Caddisfly)

Bethany (House/Horse Fly)

Pesky (Gnat/Midge) 

Zika (Mosquito)

Rome (Hover/Robber/Crane fly)

Sting (Scorpionflies)

Ichor (Fleas)

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[heart-buzz]

we got the blue sage bee, looking like it just did a few lines

we got the.. pantaloon bee. lol..

long-horn bees!! they come in other flavors and all have insanely prominent antennae (compensating?)

my friends Walsh's Digger Bee, a fun little friend that comes in WHITE!

orchid bees, which are most common in green but can also be found in blue, red, gold, and even PURPLE! there was a pretty picture with most of them together but the website didn't allow linking, so RIP

the hairy footed flower bee!! they look so funny from above. also look at this one

it's just having a little sit..

a white-tailed bumblebee which is coincidentally my fursona's species 💖

anyway go enjoy some bees. and feel free to add more bee pictures, i can never have enough bees 🐝

yo why is it that like 99% of the time that "bees" are mentioned, the convo automatically goes to honeybees? other bees exist and are way cuter tbh? (also honeybees are fucking FINE do not even start. it's the native and solitary bees we need to worry about)

[libidomechanica]

“Fool”

A Kelly lune sequence

               1

Morning on this body decorate the ground, let bee.

               2

With the bounty wrong. And thus singly well-conduct’s less?

               3

Today when I be? Fool! Lights are much depends of hate?

               4

Saw nothing let’s lay, and God stand, whatever I do!

               5

Nor can body, we that all displease. The clubs no more.

               6

If lowliness town! No, no, not I. But the lilies.

               7

Should connected woes. A sheathenish. Bid me too near.

               8

That which man may regard to Aristotle. For all?

               9

Juan consent’—consent. Each other show’d with Ismail’s ours.

               10

He fixed the class is fit to virtue prefer a spark.

               11

Ah wanton music’s charming, which men vain., Cupid’s blood.

               12

In our mothers also have our fame, it is vertue, truth.

               13

Cite is, than his larger soul, like picture, how I love.

               14

For Wit is foiled. Their create Ideas in their shafts.

               15

And if his golden as a voyage or vessel lost.

               16

’Er them gold, and fashion. Come in a grey hairs bid come!

               17

Beams, but now she knew the true? When Julia did not pass.

               18

I will not of Woman face; wit tempt further. The night.

               19

Pardon where Vertue is come a library, and all be.

               20

With muffled this glass. What still these Four which seem’d to bee.

               21

Will be. Now for fear my Garment quite a paragon.

               22

Since God is filled window blew bubbled, the long to light.

               23

Come, Madam—hist! More bright like two people say his arms.

               24

That was near history; but when my wings, to scold, but, ah!

               25

And wonder in an evil sprite, and she queen they be?

               26

Not that besides the ball. An Inner Meaning hello.

               27

But, ah, Desire? Nonsense for ever see Brooklyn.

               28

Now Juliana stung! Bats, blind, lest soil took pity.

               29

Such a one Why will. Wherein with stamina so steals.

               30

Cried. Towne fierce tears, of counsellors’ for malice still the Sage?

               31

I must want to row; in thee, as swan or snow, his soul!

               32

And I don’t make me this child, without younger brother.

               33

But you in men. Albeit all; I could kill his child.

               34

And so steal on peal, the grass. The photos anymore.

               35

And thee afternoon the Sea? But bravest, with edge-tools!

               36

Bid me through the destroyed. No one column; date, Falmouth.

               37

But that I can’t but once. Fear she that Donna Inez.

               38

Did not in looked pines. Smoking dress, often fifty rhymes.

               39

I lost pulse of chromatical, but is fine-pointed.

               40

Father blood, not knowledge. Was it outlasts in good nights.

               41

Look we for words, the glow tells to retort the mart; swords.

               42

Our state of youth: but, finding they feel? A Haire than one?

               43

Dominion. Can everywhere, for a stone to pick up.

               44

But sweeter stresses. These contented on Nelly Gray!

               45

All your confounded fawn came troop, to hold the tulip?

               46

The bee? And see how or what—I never has made up.

               47

When a female. Him all within its grasshoppers warm.

               48

And all the Seraskier. And Lilly, why man would be.

               49

To this same heaven’s Angels known; and the fair. Your purse.

               50

The work of you here? Inez were vanish: wept they grief.

               51

Must I, who would refused it, and rain. Of burning Post?

               52

As e’er begun. Hee will displease their midst of fellow!

               53

He reader!—Because it but on pantaloons or booze.

               54

The Madeira to the human fair! He would enter.

               55

Wretched the woods were remains? As change she stand the branch.

               56

Ashes to weary of love, give me now! With the true?

               57

Indeed! Here, now, and on the drying through destroying.

               58

Father cases, is the great word about his first-fruits.

               59

The frock and rose. He too great with a heavy measure!

               60

Charlotte, having now. What kind of his own nature light.

       ��       61

A still cries, Forsooth, let bee. And when they sought up true.

               62

For half an honest speech. Or calm around, in shining.

               63

And if the flowers. I’ll calls friend scrawled on the stomachs.

               64

While Dame sans merci hath a far mountain posts themselves?

               65

Such I grieve thee! Thou shalt not one of the wild bird’s wing.

               66

Of polish fashion. Two signs o’er a flower and flow.

               67

And grape could kill? As in the gaunt famine, and this whole.

               68

Poor grapes is philosophic in our beauty, you know.

               69

At my legs. The latest things are pretty child will spin.

               70

Who was a fine,—even survive the motion. What sigh.

               71

Love without desires. The quiet limits, but them.