[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]
"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."
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A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.
"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"
"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.
Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"
the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.
"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world.
After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.
Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?"
"Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.
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:your AU its not cringe enough it has to have a cliche name that makes obvious the source of inspiration😑😒😒
:what about Total Zombie Island
:perfect..............................
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I think u should think abt a non zombie au for howard and bill :o)c -hamsterwife
Oh my god I love this so much you're so damn right. I now declare that they met in the hospital after having surgeries!
They were hospital roommates and had their beds across from each other. Howard had a hip replaced and Bill finally got his knee looked at. ^_^ They started talking as they recovered for a week or so and Bill's family (Francis, Luis, and Zoey) would come in and hang out with both of them... so sweet... so damn sweet.... I'm gonna piss my pants... /pos
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Great and Tyme are white and black, so I just wanna know
Why the grays?!
The day after Great hit the woman with his car, he woke up in gray. He also wore gray for Dome's incident. Tyme (in gray) meeting Great at school with a drink generated a softer relationship between them and the outcome was Nan lived, yet meeting at a bar (in black and white) over drinks resulted in a one-night stand and Nan died.
Then we have the final grays!
I'm not even touching Korn with his gray shirt (when he had the choice to harm Nan or not)
And his gray car (when he went after Great even though previously he drove a black car)
Nor am I thinking about any other grays when people had hard decisions to make and committed to their choice!
I'm only focused on these two because they are heavily color-coded.
It's all I can see.
All the time! (LOOK AT THAT BARRIER)
We have color-coded merch for them for heaven's sake!
And it's being implied that they need each other to restore balance.
Even if the result is their death, others lived.
And because I think Tyme is dying the same time as Great, they are in limbo together,
So I can't get over that in a basket of black and white yarns, the grandma was using gray to tie everything together because I feel it's significant.
BUT WHAT DOES THE GRAY MEAN?!
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hehe could you pretty please write something about waking jason up with a blowjob he deserves it
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jason who comes home late every night from patrol, into the hours that blur night from morning, sun easing it’s way into the sky. he’s always careful, getting into bed soft enough as to not wake you.
and when you wake up before him, it’s so hard not to jump his bones. he’s just so pretty with eyelashes sitting against his pink cheeks, scarred and bruised chest softly moving up and down with every small breath his lungs have to offer.
unable to use self control, while choosing a safer, more gentle option, your hands softly fall down to where his clothed member is. it’s only half hard, but after a few touches through fabric, the man has an embarassing morning wood that makes you smile to yourself before maneuvering under covers and between his legs.
because, he deserves it, doesn’t he? your tough boyfriend who’s always fighting crime without a break, who’s collecting scars like trophies. your boyfriend who can’t ever seem to rest—questionably so, when he’s sleeping calmly while your lips spread to the girth of his tip.
jason’s lips tighten as his eyes remain closed, his right thigh moving gently and a puff of air escapes his nose. but, he’s asleep, and your movements remain slow as you take him down your throat, to the base of his length.
it’s hard! it’s hard having a boyfriend with a big cock, but it’s just more to love, right? more length to put in your mouth, more to touch with soft fingertips. you begin thoroughly sucking him, hands finding the underside of his balls and rubbing the delicate skin.
and you wish you thought this out before. with a single thought to record your actions, just to hear the small whimpers that jason moans in his sleep. the soft noises that you’ve never heard so clearly before despite the wet noises of your lips.
and it’s only a matter of time until his sounds become moans and his eyes start to flutter open. opening wide and looking down at you with a moan that’s halted by a laugh. "need t’wake up with you suckin’ me off every morning, baby."
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