[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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congrats on 250 followers 🎉 for the event may i please request ‘give in to me’ with sanji? 💛
thank you so much (both to you and the other anon who had the same request)!!!!
sanji + give into me (nsfw, afab!reader)
18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 832 masterlist
cw: cunnilingus, sanji being himself, implied piv at the end
Sanji knows he is playing with fire when he uses you helping him clean up the kitchen as an excuse to make advances on you. He has trouble keeping his eyes off you in the first place, but it is even more difficult for him to keep his hands to himself. A brush against your arm here, a soft grip on your waist to gently nudge you away from the cabinet he was trying to reach there, he was becoming increasingly greedy with what he felt he could get away with before you snapped and told him to quit being handsy.
He was no stranger to your own teasing touches as well, but despite his yearning, he knew that’s all it was to you—a game, one that he desperately wishes he had a chance at winning, and one that he wouldn’t dare back out of despite his losing odds. Letting out a puff of smoke, he leans back against the kitchen table, admiring the curve of your hips and plans his next move; it might be far too much, and might push you over the edge and make you close off to him entirely, but something about the way you looked tonight made him helpless to his urges.
A stack of dried plates sits in front of you, waiting to be put away in the kitchen cabinet. Before you can step up onto your toes to slide them into place, the scent of tobacco fills your lungs, as his arms cage you in place, your back flush against his chest.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of that for you.” he says, lips dangerously close to your ear as he picked up the plates and put them away, pressing himself into you as he leaned towards the cabinet.
You flinch as he does it, and he prepares for a smack on the head and a lecture, but it never comes—his brain nearly short-circuits when he feels you lean closer into his touch instead of pushing him away. After taking a moment to collect himself and wipe the blood off his nose, he dares to let his hands roam, settling on your hips as he pushes you further into the counter.
“Need anything else while I’m here, darling?” he asks, playfully blowing smoke against your cheek.
“Seems like you’re the one who’s needy.” you reply, trying and failing to maintain an air of indifference as he rolls his hips into yours.
“How could I not be when you’ve been teasing me all night, dear?” he asks, dragging his fingers up your side, getting predictably sidetracked when he reaches the outline of your breasts, before finally working his way up to gently gripping your jaw.
“If you want me to give it to you, darling, all you have to do is ask.” he murmurs, as the hand still on your hips gets dangerously close to your core, tracing circles on the clothed skin of your inner thigh. It’s enough to make you swallow your pride.
“You’ve finally got me, Sanji. I want you.”
“Glad we can both be honest with each other, sweetheart.”
He promised himself he would be a gentleman with you; he’d planned on unraveling you slowly, with passionate kisses and languid touches, but now that he finally has you where he wants you, he can’t help but flip you around and fall to his knees, making quick work of pulling down your shorts.
You expect him to say something, but he simply pulls your hips into his face and drags his tongue across your slit, eager to taste you and moaning in the process. Once his mouth settles on your clit, you can’t help but squirm as his tongue dances across it, but his grip on your hips holds you still against the countertop. Raking your fingers through his hair, you brush his bangs out of his face; his pupils are blown with lust and darkening his sky blue eyes as he laps at you like a man deprived of water for days. The moans he lets out as he devours you send heat straight to your core, overwhelming you as he increases the pressure of his tongue on your bud.
“I’m gonna come, Sanji…” you whimper, rolling your hips into his mouth as much as you could given his grip on your hips, seeing stars when he flicks his tongue in just the right way to send you over the edge.
Catching your breath, you shudder when he stands up and runs two of his fingers along your slit, picking up as much as your essence as he can. He sucks on his fingers, letting out a lewd pop when he removes them that makes your face burn.
“You’re delicious, dear. Hope you’re ready for the main course.” he says, flipping you around and bending you over the counter.
He planned to make up for all the lost time you had spent teasing each other, and then some.
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[id from alt text: two ink black and white semi-realistic drawings of Lockwood and Co cast from behind the scenes.
1. drawing on top depicts Ali Hadji-Heshmati and Cameron Chapman in thier roles of George and Lockwood from the last episode. they are standing with hands on each other's shoulders, Ali is making a sassy face and Cameron smiles. behind them is a cartoonishly drawn face of Ruby just barely visible from behind boys’ backs. she looks annoyed.
2. drawing below depicts cast sitting in the cub. from left to right: Cameron smiles at the camera and holds a thumb up; Ali sits right next to him and smiles; Ruby sits in front of them, her legs resting on the opposite to her sit, she look over her should at camera and smirks./end id]
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[id from alt text: two photos of Lockwood and Co main cast. first one is a photo of main cast sitting in the cab and smiling at the camera. the second one is of main cast during the shooting for the last episode. Ali and Cameron stand on the foreground, they both rest their hands on each other's shoulders. behind them is Ruby, barely peaking her head behind the boys. subtitles read "and Lucy is an important character, but, you know"./end id]
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Trans History! - Alan L. Hart
It's Trans Awareness Month and Trans Awareness Week! ✨🎉
So to celebrate, let's look at some historical trans and gender-non-conforming people! Starting with Alan L. Hart, a trans man, medical pioneer and writer.
Whilst words like 'transgender' and 'non-binary' etc, have only been in the public lexicon in recent decades, the experiences and identities they represent have always existed and it's so important (and interesting!) that we look at these historic figures as proof that queer, has always been here. I have a couple more people for these posts lined up, but if you have any other historic figures you'd like me to research and illustrate, please sound off in the comments!
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