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The curtains were closed. But still Simon felt as if someone is watching them, hearing them. He tries to bite his lips and hold his moans as Wille kisses his neck relentlessly.

“don’t hold it in, it’s okay” Wille whispers against his neck.

Thank you so much for sending me this prompt (based on this list over here)!!! I hope you like what I made of it 💜💜💜

cw: nsfw, mentions of the video

The curtains are closed. But still Simon feels as if someone is watching them, hearing them. He tries to bite his lips and hold his moans as Wille kisses his neck relentlessly. “Don’t hold it in, it’s okay” Wille whispers against his neck.

Before he can school his body to cooperate, Simon tenses up. All hope of Wille not noticing goes right out of the window, when Wille, lips wet and red and kiss-bitten, comes up from his neck and face to face with Simon. For a long, uncomfortable moment, it's just this, them looking at each other, breaths loud and heavy in the heated space between them, Wille hard and unmoving inside of Simon. "I-," Simon tries, but can't quite find the words. But it's enough for Wille to unfreeze. His eyes, big and dark and a little unfocused, roam over Simon's face, so earnest, almost too filled with worry for Simon's taste. This... he should be okay. He shouldn't... he shouldn't get like this, still, he knows, but with every moment they spend on pause, he feels his composure slip. When Wille squeezes his hip onces, then slides his warm palm up along his spine and into the damp hair at the back of his head, Simon lets out a staggered breath. This is... good. Beautifully familiar. A touch he can lean into. He lets his eyes slip closed when Wille starts massaging his scalp. Entirely too sweet a gesture for a moment like this, for when he's sunk deeply into Wille's lap, rib cage still raising quickly from exertion, thighs aching from pushing himself up and down for the past few minutes. But Simon allows the comforting warmth to sink into him, spread out through his blood stream. "Are you okay?" he hears Wille ask after a few seconds.

And maybe he should nod, maybe he should open his eyes again, lift his hips up and take Wille deep and fast and the way that makes both of them lose their minds. But, with his back in goose bumps and his head held by Wille, he feels a little too raw for that. Feels like he needs another moment, maybe a few. "Felt... watched," is the first thing he says, carefully bending down, laying his head onto Wille's shoulder. This way, he can nose at Wille's neck, suck in the smell of sweat and sex and Wille. The one that makes him feel at home. He takes a deep breath, lets the scent travel through him like it's the first lungful of fresh air he's gotten all evening. Safe. That's what breathing Wille in feels like. Safe. Wille's other hand has come up to draw patterns into the skin of Simon's back, to pull him the slightest bit closer. Their fronts are pressed together, as well as they can without Simon having to let Wille go. "It's okay," Wille mumbles. His breathing has slowed down. He lets out a deep sigh right next to Simon's ear and presses a kiss right beneath it. "It's just us, Simon." Simon presses his eyes shut more tightly. He knows, he knows. It's just sometimes- "I think my body doesn't know that." He feels Wille nod and pull him even closer. Simon hisses when Wille's cock shifts uncomfortably inside of him, but Wille is quick to apologize and run a soothing hand up and down the lenght of Simon's spine. "I'll keep you safe," Wille says, quiet, but with a determination that has Simon's skin shiver under his fingertips.

"And everyone is out there," Wille assures. Simon knows that, too. Theoretically. He nods into Wille's neck and can't help but attach his lips to the skin right in front of his mouth. It tastes salty and clean underneath and once again, another brick falls into place in the protective wall that normally raises up around them when they are like this. When Simon's mind doesn't try to sabotage him and search for holes and construction mistakes. "Yeah," he mumbles, trailing his lips further up, along Wille's jawline. "Yeah," he breathes, lips brushing against Wille's with every word. "I believe you." When they crash into each other again, the heat is back, Simon's blood picking up pace again. He nibbles on Wille's bottom lip and sucks down the soft groan that slips out when Wille opens up for him. And this, too, this, the warm feeling coursing through him when he brushes his tongue against Wille's, the small sounds of relief, always like Wille's been waiting days, weeks for this, this too is safe. It's not a feeling Simon has ever thought of as particularly arousing, but suddenly, now that he's rutting against Wille once more, not quite having found his rhythm again, with nothing but safe, safe, safe, lighting up his synapses, it clicks into place.

Wille's hands slip down again, find their trusted place curled around Simon's hips, helping him move. Wille's mouth breaks from his, seeks out his neck once more, kissing, nipping, not enough to leave a mark, but enough for Simon to gasp. Simon slips his hands into Wille's hair, gripping tighter than he needs to. He revels in the stream of groans the movement has spilling out of Wille. And, suddenly, it's a lot easier. With a pronounced thrust of his body, Wille meeting him best he can, Simon seats himself deeply, determinedly on Wille's cock. "Yeah?" he hears himself gasping, and he can feel Wille's head shake with nods. "Is this-" a loud moan falls from his lips when Wille grabs him tighter, angles him just so. After the rush of sparks subsides, he tries again. "This good?" Another sure thrust, and when the angle has Simon clenching around Wille, Wille lets out a sound that's almost too loud. But Simon smiles, almost feels a giddy laugh bubble out. Good. They're safe. Wille guides him up and down steadily, lets him set the pace, sneaks in a thrust that strays from the rhythm whenever he suspects Simon will like it, Simon lets out a decadent moan every time. It's loud, sticky, hot, Simon wonders why they don't spend all their waking hours like this. Right when the notices Wille's grip on him waver, when he hears his staccato breathing accelerate even more, the words come rushing out of him. "Gonna keep me safe?" he mumbles dumbly, single-track mind focused on keeping up the rhythm that has both of them hanging by a thread.

In front of him, Wille bobs his head, mouth only letting out a long groan, that turns into a "yes". "Always," Wille babbles and one of his hands slides in between them, wrapping around Simon's throbbing neglected cock. "Always," he promises again, his thumb catching on Simon's sensitive cock head. The burn in Simon's thighs has almost grown unbearable, but he needs this. They need this. "Will always...," Wille surges forward, mouth by Simon's ear again, tugs Simon into his lap at the same time as he speeds up the movements of his fist. "Always gonna, fuck, take care of you." Simon barely stifles the loud moan that breaks out of him when he spills all over Wille's fist. He's shaking, barely able to breathe through the jolts of his orgasm, but Wille holds him, strokes him through it. "Always," Wille mumbles again, and it's Simon's turn to nod weakly, to bear down, to let his body say go on, inside me, please, because his voice can't. He clings onto Wille's hair, his neck, his shoulders, when, after a couple more uncoordinated thrusts, his feels Wille's body go rigid, then beautifully soft and pliant underneath him. Their heavy breathing, the stickiness between their bodies, Wille's roaming hands, Wille softening inside of him, it all feels so, so safe.

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Alexa, play Despacito

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I would love to know what MDZS was like from Wen Ning's pov.....

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So funny that early Wei Wuxian was doing shit like climbing onto Lan Zhan's bed believing himself to be pulling the most mischievous cunning plan to make LZN disgusted. all the while 13-years-widowed and forever yearner Lan Zhan was probably laying there like "This is the Best Day of My Life."

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redraw of a pic from the musical rehearsals :) wish i could watch it when it opens tomorrow ue

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💜; (does this count as a prompt?)

“You’re wearing my hoodie.” “You said I could.” “But why? You keep plenty of your clothes here, though.” “I like the smell of your cologne.” “My cologne?” “I just like it— I like the way you smell, it’s warm, calming.”

Hiiiii 💜💜💜 this very, very much counts as a prompt!! Thank you so much for sending it in!

cw: lightly nsfw. wille likes to sniff, what can I say

thank you @sobadbad for reminding me that this scene exists, this one's for you 💜 thank you for always blessing us with the most wonderful gifs and constantly inspiring me with new details and gifsets

When Simon walks back into his room, a towel slung around his hips, another hanging around his shoulders so he doesn't drip all over mamma's floors with his hair, he pauses in the doorway. Sat on his bed, bare legs pulled up to his chest, one foot tapping away at an inaudible rhythm, there's Wille. Wille in a purple hoodie that Simon is all too familiar with. Out of all the things he could've chosen to put on after his shower, it's Simon's already-worn hoodie that made the cut.

"You're wearing my hoodie," he says, feeling a little silly even while he says it. Wille looks up from his phone. His wet hair is ever so slightly poking out from under the hood. Why has Simon never realized that purple is one of Wille's colors? Most of them are, at least to Simon, because Wille looks pretty in most things he wears, but the vision is just a little bit striking. But maybe it's less the purple and more the... all of it. The idea that Wille is here. On his bed. In boxers and Simon's hoodie and nothing else. Wille gives a small shrug that immediately pulls Simon's eyes towards his shoulders, hugged more snugly by the fabric than Simon is used to seeing it on himself. That's... something. “You said I could.” Simon nods. He did say something about grabbing whatever Wille feels like. “But why?" A gust of cool air hits Simon's legs and he huddles out of the doorway, further into the room, searching for the warmth of the small space. "You keep plenty of your clothes here, though,” he argues, lifting the towel to his hair and scrunching some water out of it. Ever since school has ended, Wille has been spending more and more time here, leaving sweaters and shirts and joggers and t-shirts that Simon sometimes sleeps in when Wille has to go home again. But even Simon's own selection of clothes is not limited enough to have to resort to the hoodie he wore all day yesterday. Wille just shrugs again. As if that isn't offensively distracting. Simon briefly wonders if he could get a glimpse of Wille's tummy if he were to stand up and raise his arms. Probably not, but Simon files the thought away. Maybe he can find a t-shirt that would have that effect on Wille. When his eyes return to Wille's face, he thinks there's just the hint of a blush there. Hard to tell in the dim lighting. “I like the smell of your cologne,” Wille says, with so much earnestness that Simon feels it in his bones. That's... that, too,... something. But he tries to smile through the somersault his stomach is doing. “My cologne?” It's not much of anything. He's been keeping the bottle next to his bed, ever since his aunt got it for him on his 16th birthday. She'd said something about becoming a man and impressing people at school that had Simon try really hard not to wince, but it's a fine enough fragrance. Not too aggressively sporty, not too sweet. And of course Wille would notice it, they're spending enough time very, very close to one another. But he's never said anything. After a short moment of hesitation, Wille also breaks into a smile. He puts his phone down on top of Simon's comforter, gesturing for Simon to come over as he sits up and scoots towards the edge of Simon's bed. So, of course, Simon drops his towel onto his desk chair and crossed the rest of the space to come to stand in front of Wille, between his knees. Wille looks up at him, head thrown back far enough for the hood to start slipping. If Simon stays focused on that, he doesn't have to give into the dangerous little feeling that sits deep in his tummy and is giving him ideas. Just because he's leaning over Wille. But Wille seems set on getting Simon's mind there, because he lifts an arm, a beautiful, gorgeous, snuggly dressed in Simon's hoodie arm, and traces up and down Simon's sternum with the back of his knuckles.

“I just like it," he says, eyes trained on where his hand is raising goosebumps on Simon's shower-warmed skin. Simon swallows hard. Wille's wrist comes uncovered when the sleeves slip back, and Simon gets an irrational urge to kiss the soft skin there. But Wille seemingly isn't done with him. "I like the way you smell," he says with a soft smile, like the sentence doesn't set Simon's blood on fire. Like Wille leaning in until Simon can feel the warm ghost of his breath on his abs isn't doing him in. "It’s warm," he says, and just when Simon expected him to press a kiss to the skin of his tummy, he, instead, feels and sees Wille's nose dig into him. The muscles of his tummy twitch at the contact. "Calming,” Wille says, then sucks in a deep breath. Simon's shoulders sag dramatically when Wille pulls back. He must be looking ridiculous, because another smile is tugging on Wille's lips when he looks up at him. But what the fuck is Simon supposed to do with that information? Every part of his brain is screaming at him to pick his jaw back up from the floor and instead kneel down there, make Wille shut up, because he can't just... do things like this, sniffing Simon, telling him he loves his smell, but Wille is much quicker than Simon's clouded mind. With his hands on Simon's hips, he pulls him closer, makes him shuffle up to the bed until his shins are touching the mattress. And Wille's boxers. Simon's breath hitches when his towel-covered erection brushes up against Wille's chest. If there was any chance of denying it in the first place, they're far beyond that point. But Wille only pulls him closer, his smile unwavering. Simon swallows again. His arms are heavy like lead, hanging uselessly beside his body, but his fingers itch with the urge to brush a stray strand of Wille's hair off his forehead. But before the thought can turn into action, Wille is diving back in, pressing a line of kisses against Simon's skin. He drags his nose all over him, nuzzling and sniffing and Simon thinks he's going to lose his mind. "I'm not wearing it, though," he presses out, right before Wille experimentally dips his tongue into his belly button. Simon yelps, then lets out a breathless giggle. Thank god Wille is holding him up. But when he looks back up, Simon's knees buckle. "Hmm?" It's like he's gone off to some place else while he was fucking smelling Simon's skin. "I mean," Simon starts, and finally his arms cooperate, coming up so he can grab onto Wille's shoulders. For extra hold. But the attempt seems futile when Wille leans his body forward, putting more pressure on Simon's cock. "Not wearing it right now," he manages. "The cologne."

Wille only nods. "Still like your smell," he says and moves his hands back, grabbing hold of Simon's ass through the towel.

All that Simon has in him is a hum. If Wille isn't going to do something more than kiss (and fucking smell!) Simon soon, Simon might start rubbing himself on his chest. God. And the thought doesn't even sound unappealing. Wille is right there with him. He jerks his chin towards Simon's towel, then up towards him, asking what seems like the most unnecessary question right now. Simon's nod is quick and desperate. "Please," he croaks, then lets out a shaky breath when Wille rubs a hand over him, through the towel, while he fiddles with the tie on the side. It's almost a small eternity before he's finally tugging the fabric down and off Simon, throwing it somewhere for them to worry about in the future. Simon's ability to worry about anything at all melts right out of his ears when Wille wraps a hand around him. Wille looks down, one hand in the small of Simon's back pulling him closer again, and Simon lets out a groan when Wille lowers his head just enough to fucking nose at his dick. Insane. His boyfriend is insane. Simon is very glad he's freshly showered, not still sweaty and sticky from the day spent out and about, secretly hopes Wille knows what he's doing and isn't about to figure out that, actually, he doesn't like this after all, but every last worry disintegrates and leaves Simon's body in a gasp when Wille lowers his mouth onto him.

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GEEK GIRL | S01E07

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me looking at the geek girl netflix tag and seeing exactly two gifsets:

guess i’m gonna have to do it myself

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i‘m watching geek girl right now and while i have so many thoughts about this show that i will eventually put into words, i just wanna say how much i love toby 😭

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GEEK GIRL | E01S09

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GEEK GIRL | E01S09

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GEEK GIRL | S01E10

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GEEK GIRL | S01E10

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somebody pls gif the polar bear conversation from geek girl I need to reblog it so I can periodically look at it and cry thanks so much for ur consideration

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Extraordinary Attorney Woo has a handfull of episodes that mean the fucking world to me (The Wedding Dress That Slipped Off, The Pied Piper, Holding Hands Can Wait) but the one i keep re-watching over and over again is Though Unusual and Perticular. Youngwoo's relationships with her dad, her best friend, and her boyfriend are adorable but NOTHING touches the sibling relationship she has with Sanghyeon.

he's like her boy mini-mi. they'd never met before, but he immediately called himself her little brother. he thinks she's a cool older sibling who's the only one who would advocate for him over his mom, and she takes her role as his protector very seriously. Han Seonyeong clued into the fact that Sanghyeon trusted Youngwoo on a personal level and used that to her benefit. i'm unsure if it was Sanghyeon or Tae Soomi's idea for Youngwoo to do the questioning, but regardless, Tae Soomi had to have been a part of the process, which means that either she trusted Youngwoo to take care of him or she knew that Sanghyeon trusted Youngwoo and would feel safer with her. or both. name a cuter pair of fictional siblings 🥹🥹 also Sanghyeon casually dropping that Tae Sumi and their maternal grandmother keep tabs on Youngwoo and talk about her was so big. the mention of the grandmother along with him claiming her as his sister imply that even if Tae Sumi was never a mom to her, they still know she's their family 🤧😖