so i’m moving will, kyle, trav, tyler, my wolf daughter, my bro husband, dunk & ruby over to my other multi over here. just a heads up kiddos.
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so i’m moving will, kyle, trav, tyler, my wolf daughter, my bro husband, dunk & ruby over to my other multi over here. just a heads up kiddos.
so on probably….friday, i’m gonna start the process of remaking and combining my two multis. i tried to have multiple blogs and it didn’t end up working out. so just a heads up. any threads i have will probably be moved over.
“You did something for me I couldn’t do for myself. You loved me for who I am.”
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Will Ospreay Aesthetic
“No, we’re not boarding! No, we live here now!”
Watching, feeling Ospreay shiver against him’s as amusing as the sound of his voice, the way he speaks. So obviously effected by Hiromu, just Hiromu, that it brings a wicked smirk to his face, intrigue smoldering in dark orbs. There was little he enjoyed more than seeing how far he could push Will, seeing how he would react, and he was doing so beautifully. Tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, stepping back until he’s at arm’s reach. Head bowing and eyes casted towards the tiles, almost like he were trying to give Will some privacy. “Not fun? What would you call it then, kitty?”
He knew exactly what Hiromu was doing. Hew as pushing Will just as far as he possibly could, trying to get a REACTION out of him. Which was why it annoyed Will so thoroughly that he couldn’t stop the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath caught in his throat. He can almost feel the minute Hiromu steps away from him, a feeling somewhat akin to disappointment rushed through him in a wave that almost overwhelmed him. He turned to face the other man, a shrug lifting one shoulder, head tilting to the side like a curious cat. “Annoyin’?” he answered, tongue darting over his lips.
Johnny is very supportive of Candice’s need to destroy and I love that about him
Kyle was really happy Trent picked him. (*^v^*)
🙂 Aussie Open 🙂
no offense but I literally can’t process that others genuinely care for me
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Having Will once again close enough to touch is enough to kill the debate, was it a debate when he was right?, wide grin pulling at his lips. But his hair! It’s still wet and Hiromu should be chastised for not beginning there. He wordlessly moves so he’s at Will’s back, hair rubbing into damp locks and lower. To neck and shoulder blades, back in shift movements when Hiromu is compelled to stop. Freezing in spot, cloth pinned between hands and the other’s lower back as he flicks his own hair out of his vision. Hiromu leans in, delicately pressing lips against the crook of his neck. Letting it linger before reluctantly pulling back with a quiet pop. Staying close so nose can ghost along pale flesh of his neck, not stopping until Hiromu’s mouth is an inch from his ear, close enough to whisper, “Are you having fun, Ospnya?”
Having Hiromu standing behind him is enough to raise the hair on the back of Will’s neck, though he’s not sure if it’s out of nerves or the thrill of having the other man standing this close to him. He can never tell exactly where his feelings stand with the other man and it drives Will absolutely mental. A soft noise leaves him at the feeling of Hiromu’s lips against his neck, his muscles tensing at the place where the towel is pinned against his skin. His eyes slide shut a shiver running through him as warm breath raises goosebumps along his skin. “D-dunno if ya can call this fun,” he said hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. “Is helpful though. Thanks.”