#support the bees

[feelingtheaster99]

I fucking love all The Bad Kids teaming up with Gertie against Fabian because he insulted her honey

[natureselements]

✨I have two new stickers ready to go!✨🤩

[anam2s]

Bee doodle

[teenageclown]

My 2020 hyperfixation may yave came back a tini tiny bit ITS THE BOYS

[bisonwares]

Bison Wares has launched it's first Kickstarter! 🦬♥️

A small series of knit sweaters in various themes, check out the Kickstarter to see all the full designs!🏔️🌲

It would mean a lot if you could help share this around to help bring this project to life! 💕

Back this kickstarter here!

[searinart]

Hi! since I'm almost done with the Og5 redesigns, and I've been getting some requests for more redesigns, I thought I might put my Ko-fi to good use and start taking request and later maybe commissions through there.

I'm still setting up some stuff and getting the hang of it. But I plan to post more about my future projects and do more redesign stuff like this, because I really liked it.

If you enjoy what I do and might wanna see me do it more, consider dropping by, donating, or just leaving a nice comment!

[maneskinwh0re]

modern!sevika x (fem) collegestudent!reader

!! nsfw !!

cw: smut, teasing, edging, dom!sevika, strap!sex (r!receiving), fingering, praise

♡ time passes in the privacy of your dorm bedroom, sitting on your elevated bed with your laptop in front of you. moonlight shines through the small window while you take notes on a fifty minute-long lecture, assigned by one of your strictest professors.

♡ you don’t know how it started, how it happened, how you got to this moment, but the only piece of clothing you now wear is your girlfriend’s oversized shirt. you stare at the computer screen breathing slow, trying to study, but there’s one exception:

♡ sevika has you in her lap, reverse cowgirl style, her purple strap inside you the entire duration of the lecture.

♡ your underwear is somewhere on the floor, as well as your pajama shorts, probably across the room. sevika (half-trying to be helpful but only doing the opposite) whispers little reminders to write/type as she moves your hair to the side, making herself room to leave sloppy, wet kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders.

♡ if you start to get distracted or nod off, she’ll lightly slap your face or ass to get you back on task.

♡ “pay attention, honey.”

♡ fuck, her voice is rasp and breath is warm against your skin.

♡ you’re not allowed to move your hips against her, and her broad hands keep you still to be sure. every few minutes she’ll circle your clit with her fingers, edging you further and further, but she won’t let you cum. not until all your homework is done.

♡ minutes after minutes go by, your girlfriend’s words and lazy movements building you up just to bring you down. the ongoing torture and sexual frustration has you soaked, your precum dripping down her plastic dick and wetting the sheets beneath you two.

♡ you try so hard to be quiet, even though you’re the only two home. thank god your roommate has evening classes. still- you know if you let out as much as a whimper there’d be no going back. you try so hard to focus your attention on the monotonous tone of your professor, his voiceover playing in time with his presentation slides.

♡ after what feels like hours, when you finally finish up your notes and quizzes, sevika rewards you with plenty of praise, followed by two to three (or maybe four to five) rounds—ranging between the use of her long fingers to her skilled tongue to her veined purple strap-on.

♡ when she’s finally had enough and her stamina drains, she cleans you up and hydrates you with the nearest half-full water cup from atop the nightstand next to your squeaky bed.

♡ sevika pulls you close after removing her harness and tossing it to the floor. hopefully your roommate doesn’t walk into your bedroom to announce her return, the mess would be quite a sight.

♡ if studying was rewarded like this every time, you’d never complain about your assignments or homework ever again.

♡ “go on and tell me what ya learned, baby. do you remember?”

♡ you can’t help but giggle at your girl's tease before drifting off to sleep in her arms.

[lemon-illustrations]

s p r i n g 🌷

[bvckleydiaz]

BUCK (accidentally) COMING OUT TO MADDIE 🥺

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Pretty in pink. 💜💖

[90sbee]

Dying is not an option (when you're by my side)

Leon S. Kennedy x Gn!reader

1k words. Also on a03

Soft fingers caress his lips, keep his body warm, his belly full and his back massaged.

“I’ll always have a home,” Leon finally manages to get out, a complete sentence, voice without hesitation.

He closes his eyes, kisses the skin of your shoulder.

Hell, he is trying.

When his mind seems to get too clouded by the visions of monsters, you pull him out of the depths of his trauma. He does his best to love you. He tries.

Or the fic in which you make Leon repeat comforting phrases so it finally gets in his head that he is loved.

Just a very soft idea that wouldn't leave my head and that's been too long in the wip folder. The warnings make it seem worse than it is, but happy ending I promise!!! Had re4r in mind for this one but can be read with other older versions of him. (Though the older the Leon, the angstier it gets lmao)

Content: No use of y/n, very very soft love, hurt/comfort, some angst, established relationship, living together, sitting on his lap, a tiny bit of possessive Leon (yay!)

Warnings: +18 ONLY. No smut but some suggestive lines. Mentions of blood, suicide, guns and overall (some brief) gore. Leon's mental struggles (depression, anxiety). I'm not a native English speaker but I (lazily) proofread and edited this one.

You lean forward, just a little closer to his body. Leon groans, his face unreadable still.

“Don’t want to,” he muses, kind of annoyed at your proposal.

“Just trust me.”

He reluctantly nods, as you get comfortable on his lap. His firm thighs under you, the warmest and comfiest seat you could ever ask for.

You worry about him, worry so much.

You know now: know what he does, what he works as. At first it was hard to believe it, the stories about human turned monsters, about creatures that linger between heaven and hell. But you had to believe him, you were forced to the first time Leon crumbled down in your arms, sobbing the entirety of the night, the immensity of his body reduced to shivering and tears.

“I love you,” you had told him that time. “I’m not letting you go. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You whisper the same things again now, your voice reverberating close to his ear. Leon eases the grip on your hips, replaces it with a soft touch. He tries to calm down, closes his eyes for a moment too long.

“You love me,” he seems to ask, as if trying to convince himself of it, as if trying to find himself worthy of such a feeling from someone like you.

“I do,” you confirm, cupping his cheeks.

He nods, though his heart is thumping in his chest still. Your hands move to his shoulders, then to his arms, caressing the skin with soft strokes.

“I love you… Look at me.”

He obliges, eyes like the ocean, marked by the heavy and dark eyebags.

It breaks your heart to see him like this. Your lip trembles as you lean closer, shortening the distance.

It is entirely possible —as you’re so much aware of— that one day you’ll come home to an unlocked gun and his body in the bathtub. Or maybe it would be the rifle, the carpet stained with blood and pieces of what used to be his jaw.

A jaw that you love so much, that you kiss now.

Leon sighs, seems content with such affection, his hands getting lost down your thighs.

“Listen to me. You’re gonna repeat as I say, okay?” an attempt to get him out of his head, to remind him of who he is.

“ …‘Kay,” he mumbles, seemingly distracted.

“I’m… good.”

He scrunches his nose, pinkish lips downturned. Naturally, he doesn’t dare to say those words. He doesn’t want to trick his brain.

“C’mon,” you egg him, patting his shoulder gently.

The action seems to at least make his lips curve slightly.

“I’m good,” he whispers, his voice insecure.

He tries. You can see how hard he does it: coming home as much possible, the dirty laundry now clean and with a soft cinnamon scent. A sunflower in the kitchen vase next to the window, the coffee mug always clean even when you leave it in the sink, ready to be washed in the morning.

“I’m a good partner,” you resume, reminiscing.

That does stops him in his tracks, a gentle blush rooting on his cheeks, the smile more pronounced now. Leon presses his face against your neck.

“… Do I really have to say it?”

“Yep.”

He breathes on your neck, as if trying to take in a bit of your kindness, a bit of your peace. He closes his eyes, tries to control his breathing. But his hands grip your hips harder.

He fucking loves you.

Leon is not sure he deserves this yet, the warm body on the bed, the pretty smile that kisses him goodbye, lets him go away even in the middle of the night.

“I love you,” he backtracks, pressing a kiss on your neck.

You chuckle, and allow him that admission.

“Very cute but that’s not what you had to repeat.”

Leon raises his eyebrows, feigning annoyance. He keeps his fingers on your hips, dancing on your skin, drawing patterns as he keeps you close. He wishes he could sign his name there, mark you forever so you’d never get too far away from him… So he’d always have a right to come back to you.

“But I love you…” he pouts.

You grab his face with utmost care, force his cheeks to look upwards at your face.

“I love you too. Lots.”

You kiss his forehead. His body melts under that touch.

“ ‘m a good partner” he mumbles, quickly.

“My baby loves me.”

Now Leon chuckles.

“My baby loves me,” he hides again on your neck, his smile etched constantly on his face now. You hug him closer, kiss his forehead once more, as if sheltering a lost angel in your arms.

“I’ll always have a home.”

Oh, that one seems to break him a little. Leon immediately whines, his hands gripping your body with ferocity against his. He can’t say… He shouldn’t. He… he can’t and…

His heart starts beating faster and he gulps.

“You can do it…” you encourage him and he wants to try. He knows, deep inside, that is true and that he is now safe. It takes him several minutes until his anxiety dissipates and he can look up at you, your eyes encapsulating warmth that he had never experienced with anyone else.

Soft fingers caress his lips, keep his body warm, his belly full and his back massaged.

“I’ll always have a home,” Leon finally manages to get out, a complete sentence, voice without hesitation.

He closes his eyes, kisses the skin of your shoulder.

Hell, he is trying. It is seen not only in how much he makes time for you, but also in the way he follows along with your little silly ideas, suggestions to try to build himself up again.

And though he wouldn’t directly admit it, since you two are together he has promised himself to fight his hardest in every mission. He spits his own blood, wipes off the exhaustion from his face and keeps pushing forward. Because, he’ll be damned, he wants to see you once more. And once more. And again and again… And when he comes home, to you, Leon immediately checks —for the tenth time— the safety on each gun and leaves them in locked boxes, his fingers slowly forgetting what it’s like to toy with weapons in the sanctuary that you’ve built for the two of you. The cold of the metal is now replaced by the warmth between your thighs, the flesh on your hips, the softness of your hands.

Hell, he is definitely trying.

And it’s fucking working.

God to be on his lap honestly!!! A dream. And if you've made it to the end, thank you!! Mwah, sweet soul 💙

[rufinoniku]

[anam2s]

Bug doodles!

[teenageclown]

Smile for the camera guys!

[bodymodificationnation]

By song.e_tattoo

[jenfoundabug]

Gorgeous creature <3

I planted a small patch of native wildflowers this summer, and it's amazing how many more species I'm seeing. This is a male Agapostemon texanus, a type of sweat bee. Females of this species are solid metallic green and don't have yellow and black stripes. They're quite beautiful but even more skittish than the males. Northern California, US