#LOVE YALL

[transparentstrawberrysoul]

Shout-out to all artist 🫶💕💕

Appreciation post for all the beginner artists who work hard despite the AI ​​looming over us. You are fabulous. You are precious. Keep up the hard work, you are needed.

[sunoovamp]

cause baby, close just isn't close enough ..

.. maybe my passion just ain't enough ?

[micoriko]

love how the posts where I crashout over sad facts of clancy are the ones that have the most notes, it really tells how we are all collectiviley crashing out together

[halieghhh]

»»————> “They say distance makes the heart grow fonder but I can’t break her heart much longer.”<————««

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Side note - I genuinely don’t know if I wanna keep posting just because I feel like the community is dead and I see no point in posting if the community is dead. So, this may be my last post!

[classjezter]

Hundred days - Skystar animatic

[schizophrenicy]

Happy pride fam and thank you all for making it is today, thanks to those who came before us and fight to open the way and to who will come after, love yall my people 🫵🏻🤍🥹🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

[logansdoe]

pity.

Will feels pity. He really does. Seeing you squirm under his hold. Being the target of his stress relief was not something you thought you would be at first but here you both are.

His eyes staring down at you, almost mocking. His forearm under your head as his thumb slightly brushed your cheek. The soft skin under his roughened palm. Looking so pretty, cheeks damp with tears. Sometimes brushing them away with his touch.

His other hand in-between your legs. One leg on top of yours to refrain you from closing them. The sounds echoed the quietness of his cabin. Sometimes a bark or two but his mind was not at that.

It was at the soft mewls leaving your lips. His fingers slowly teasing that soft spongy spot. Over and over. Coaxing everything you had to offer. "C'mon baby, one more."

"can't Will— s'too much—", you softly sobbed. Your legs threatening to close. Shaking when you straighten them. You couldn't even coax another plea before feeling the burn of another orgasm. Your eyes closing, another cry leaving your lips.

"there we go. .", Will cooed. Pulling his hands out before paying attention to your clit. Rubbing lazy circles. "Such a pretty girl for me", he placed a soft kiss on your damp cheek. His lips widening into a smile against your skin.

Your hips squirming while his fingers still worked on your clit. "so eager, want more?", he teased. Your whining making him laugh. He finally relented, having you spent as he brought his fingers to his lips. Licking them clean with a deep hum. "Taste so sweet, always so sweet for me", he whispered as he leaned down pressing his lips with her.

His tongue pushing against yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Pulling back as he traced your lips with his tongue before smiling. "So good for me", he praised before pulling you close. Letting you curl up against his chest as he pulled the sheets over the both of you.

Every thought that weigh his mind disappeared. The only thing that occupied it now was you. Everything about you was his hearts demise.

a/n: I LOVE WILL. HE IS MY BABY.

[artsbaby]

warnings: f!reader, cunnilingus, pussydrunk!art.

Art Donaldson. The man of the hour.

The same man that should have been ready by now. To attend the clubs gala that was being hosted in his honour. But how could he?

His hand holding your thigh apart. The other holding your hand in his. Placing feather light kisses on the back of your hand to your knuckles. The innocent kisses soon turn sinful as he turns his head to place the same soft attention on your clit.

You suck in a breath. Lips parted as you looked down at him, hand squeezing his till your fingertips were white. He looked satisfied, so satisfied.

His tongue flicking and gathering your arousal untill he swallowed it down like it's a treat. Taking your clit between his lips as he sucked, grazing his teeth softly against it. You let out a mewl. Head tilting back.

"Art— baby", you moaned. The sheets clinging to your skin as you arch your back. The room filled with whines and moans. Not just yours.

It didn't take long before Art was moaning against your cunt. Each lick and suck accompanied with a moan or whimper. As if the taste was something he craved more than his will to live.

If he could shove his face in your cunt and not be able to breathe, he'll gladly take that if it meant he could taste you for hours on end. Till his lips are numb and face drenched with spit and your arousal.

His tongue trailer down your folds as it settled on your entrance. His free hand spreading you open for him to look and fuck, he could look at her for hours.

He placed a kiss on your clit again, making you shut your eyes. Sharp intake of breath. Your hole clenched around nothing. Making him smile and bite his lips. "So greedy. . .", he muttered before licking a long stripe up again.

His tongue delving into your hole as far as he could. Moving the muscle like he knew he could. His nose pressed against your clit making your hips squirm.

You opened you eyes as you looked down at him. His eyes already on you. You clenched around his tongue. His brows furrowed, his eyes hazy. Like he could die right now and he'd swear that he could be the happiest man dying.

The room filled with the sinful noises of slurping, whines and muffled moans. Along with the ringing of his phone that demanded his presence at the party.

[littlesakis-aubade]

Day 25 - Ganon/Ganondorf

Failed Execution

[readwritealldayallnight]

It didn’t matter how long or short you were apart, Simon always brought something back for you

After each and every one of his deployments, though all you ever asked for was for him to return to you in one piece, he would find you a small souvenir, a token, a postcard, or some sort of little trinket from whichever corner of the glove he found himself in this time, keeping it near and dear to him until his feet were back on familiar ground and he could put it in your familiar hands

You had told him that it wasn’t necessary, but when he simply blinked and ask you if it made you happy, your reply was an instantaneous ‘yes’, to which he replied ‘then yes, it is necessary’

You loved and treasured all of them, multiple shelves throughout your shared flat adorned with the items that reminded you of the fact that he was always being reminded of you wherever he went

It didn’t take very long for Simon to become enamoured with your reactions each time he presented you with his newest find, wondering if whatever he picked out would make you gasp and cover your mouth, make you roll your eyes and smirk, make you laugh and squeeze his arm, each time was a guessing game that had his heart skipping a beat or two in anticipation

Soon enough, he decided he didn’t really need deployments as an excuse to surprise you, or any reason really, other than to see you smile

And so, trips to the supermarket made by Simon alone more often than not began including cupcakes in your favourite flavour

He’d come back from the mailbox and drop a single flower from someone else’s garden onto the table in front of you

Your nearly finished perfumes and lipsticks would magically find themselves replenished

But being Simon, his gifts didn’t always need to be extravagant

On the rarer occasions when he was only on base for a day, he’d often bring you back something simpler, if not sillier, like a paper clip or a sticky note with a terribly drawn doodle he’d stick to your forehead (god forbid he ever bring home a bullet casing, bragging about how he was thinking about you while he practiced shooting loads today-)

Sometimes he’d bring home a book he saw laying around the common room he thought you might enjoy

Other times he might walk into a room and notice you eyeing the hoodie he’s wearing, pulling it over his head without hesitation and offering it to you before you could even think to ask

Most of the time though, Simon was great at bringing home takeaway for dinner, a favourite sight of yours to behold as he walked through the door of the flat

Empty handed or not, so long as he was home with you , you were happy

[timethehobo]

Dressing Emmrich up is just fun.

[artsymeeshee]

Thank you all for the very much needed love, support and reassurance after my last post. Seeing that accusation made me unbelievably shocked, disgusted, and upset beyond relief. I understand some would like to know who it was that said such vile shit about me but I believe it best to leave it. Since I’ve had time to calm down, I don’t want to waste time and energy getting so wrapped up in it. I did have a moment where I really thought I did something wrong but you guys have reassured me time and time again that I did nothing wrong. I won’t lie, it’s going to take some time for me to get comfortable posting more affectionate art again but I’m hopeful I can get back to it. I really can’t express how grateful I am for all the support and love. Thank you. ❤️

More silly, wholesome stuff with the favorite family soon :D

[sunoovamp]

i don't wanna live forever ..

.. 'cause i know i'll be living in vain.

[griffin-ktb]

“If a shooting star comes this way, I will protect you” 💫🌴🌊✨

I want to extend a huge thank you to the Soriku community. 🫶 It’s been 4 years since I joined the KH fandom, and y’all have brought me so many moments of laughter, joy, and happiness that I will treasure forever. KH has gotten me through some of the most difficult times in my life. So, I wanted to celebrate by finishing a piece that I sketched but never finished 4 years ago. They mean everything to me ☝️

[logansdoe]

Hey! My first time sending a req thing so forgive me if I’ve done this wrong..

However, I’ve grown obsessed with your writing(no, seriously it’s so good omggg)and was wondering if you’d write overstimulated reader x Hannibal?

Hannibal is just so cruel and mean, pounding into you as you’re about to start sobbing..he’s got you in some sort of headlock, grunting in your ear..your begging him to slow down just for a minute and he’s just shushing you and speaking softly into your ear OH MY GOODDD LORDDD

Or he’s holding you close as you whine and shake, his forehead on yours as he tells you “so noisy- shh- my love” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I’d love to see you write this!! No worries if not!! Love your writing ❤️

urges.

Hannibal had urges. Strong ones. Impulses, even. But that didn't mean he couldn't control them. He always did. For the sake of you.

You were too sweet. Too delicate for his hungry soul. But also too lovely to resist. Your taste, feel, sounds were all he could want, need. It was a craving. Much worse if he went into specifications.

So, it was a surprise when you told him you could feel he was holding back. You were satisfied, of course you were. He made you satisfied. But you could see beneath the mask. Something he often forgets.

He knew you weren't prepared for his urges. But how could he refuse you, his delicate dove, who was agreeing to give into his indulgence?

Perhaps, it was too soon that you asked for it. Because you certainly could not keep up with it.

His hand held onto your shoulder. The other held your hips. the skin denting from applied pressure from his fingers. Already red, perhaps black and blue the next morning.

The sound of skin against skin echoed the walls. Your body jerking forward with every slap of his hips against yours. The room also filled with your cries.

Hands pushing on his thighs, pushing him away. This annoyed Hannibal. His hands left your shoulders and cupped your jaw. Pulling you up, to his chest. Your head against his shoulder as he looked.

He could cum just at the sight of you. Tears running down. Lips bruised from the pressured kisses. Some markings already created from where he nipped before. Mine.

"shh— don't resist, love", he whispered against your ear. His words breathy and airy. You could feel the strained breaths against your now sensitive skin. A shiver running down her whole body. The sheen layer of sweat doing nothing to subside it.

"you wanted this, Didn't you?", he continued. His hips still moving. You could feel the tip dragging across your already bruised inner walls. Your whines get louder.

God, he would have enjoyed those little whimpers from you, any other time. But now, he needed to focus in the feel of you.

His hand slipped from your jaw to over your mouth. Trapping the noises against the barrier of his palm. "You look so beautiful, darling. So. . Pretty", he whispered against your neck.

Pressing kisses until he reached your ear again. "All mine to play with, right? All mine" he groaned. His hand splayed across your stomach as the rock of his hips got harder but slower.

Making you scream into his hand everytime he pushed into you after pulling all the way out. Hannibal leaned back slightly to look down, seeing his cock slip in and out so slowly. Like a sensual dance. Glistening against the low light like the pearls under the night sky.

He wanted to consume you. Ingest you so you'd be a part of him forever. Live in his skin, flesh, mind, heart. Wherever you could reach, he would be yours.

The thoughts ran across his mind. He could feel your tears against his hand. Oh, how he loved to see you broken down. Perhaps, he could never go back from this now.

He needed you like this. So pilant. Like a soft pillow against his sharpened edges. Taking him in with warmth.

Hannibal could feel himself near. His forehead resting against your shoulder. He could feel you trembling. His lips parted as he let out a sharp breath before painting your inner walls with his seed.

His hand slowly released around your mouth as it rested against your neck. He placed soft kisses on your jaw, "so good for me, dove."

He slowly pulled out as he carefully, with gentle caress laid you down against the sheets. Small whimpers left you. He laid besides you. His forehead against yours as he took another breath to calm himself.

"shh, I'm right here. It's alright. . . Always such a good girl for me" he whispered softly. His lips continued to place soft kisses against your cheek and forehead.

He pulled back as he looked at you. Eyes unfocused, lips parted, sweat looking like silver under the moonlight. His hand carefully brushed some of the damp hair away from your face. He got a taste of his urges and now he can't wait to indulge more.

a/n: I love requests. Keep them coming.

also thank you for liking my writings. I just write to distract or to feel productive. 😭‼️