Hey! I don't know whether you've seen it. I've stumbled across this pic recently and it hit me like a wave. Look at his physique, his arms, his strong legs, those hips... imagine wrapping your legs around his omg.....
Will, you fucking handsome hot son of a bitch, marry me!! Now!!
Oh, I've seen it.
But no matter how many times I have, it still hits me like a god damn freight train 🫠💦
All of what you've described are the exact things that make my mouth water (among other things...) when I look at this photo of that man who disarms me without fail Every. Single. Time.
Now, let's indulge a little, shall we?
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Will wiped the sweat from his brow with the dirty rag he'd just finished cleaning his hands with, the heat from the blazing afternoon sun making the oil change on his truck a little more of a grueling job than usual.
His white t-shirt clung to his damp back, his sweat soaking through it so much it made it transparent, and as you walked up behind him, you could make out every sculpted muscle that wove through his thick flesh.
Hearing you come up, he glanced behind him, smirking at you with a tilt of his head as he unlatched the rod that held open the hood of the truck and slammed it down.
“Almost done?” you asked, dragging a finger up the length of his back, watching his smile grow as you did.
“Mhm,” he hummed, turning toward you to gather you in his arms, giving you the hug you'd been waiting for all afternoon.
His large hands began to roam your body, slipping down your back and over the curve of your bum, squeezing your cheeks as a low growl rumbled through him.
You smiled at him when he peeled away from you slightly, but Will was quick to move his hands up to cradle your face and kiss you hard, your smile erased as a moan was coaxed out of you instead.
Keeping his lips locked with yours, he bent slightly and gripped under your thighs, scooping you up so you wrapped your legs around his strong waist. You smiled against his lips, your fingers dancing along the back of his neck as you pulled yourself closer to his body, rubbing your core on his stomach as he took a step toward the truck and planted you on the hood.
Will stood between your spread legs, leaning into you to kiss you more, his tongue delving into the heat of your mouth and rolling along yours in a way that made you feel drunk.
Your hands were everywhere they could be; your fingers raking through the short, blond strands of his wet hair, your nails digging into his shoulders before falling lower onto his biceps, feeling the flex of his toned arms under your palms as he continued to explore your body at the same time you did his.
“I came out to see if you needed anything…” you breathed, pausing your kissing enough to get your words out.
“Yeah, I do,” he replied, his voice rough and heavy with lust.
He tugged you so you moved further off the hood, relying solely on the support he provided you with his sturdy frame, edging his hips closer to yours where he rubbed himself against you so you could feel him through the materials that separated you.
“I need you.”
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She's still alive! Thank you Laura
PS, that white shirt is working overtime
Everyone internally say thank you Laura and send her only good, loving vibes on this trip so she comes in so gd clutch 🙏 cuz we know. We already know we aren't gonna get a damn thing outta Alycia besides 8 five second landscape clips on her stories and a photo dump of pictures of her food. But Laura? Laura is a kindred spirit. She understands. She is a champ and I believe in her 😩
And you know it's fuckin on with Alycia back at it again wearing a plain white T. That's Alycia in her happiest state of being
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Dan and Phil being a unit when pj talks abt them makes me want to puke. But also Dan and Phil and Sophie and pj def doing double dates literally all the time and him saying they went up there for new years and UGH I JUST CANT TAKE IT.
🥺 I love their friendship with pj and sophie. pj has known them for so long, he knew phil before he met dan, and yet even for him they are dan and phil, a single unit. "someone like dan and phil, who have watched a lot of stuff..." like they are a two headed four eyed being
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I've been so stressed so I need him to take control. I'm talking like... he comes home from work, sees me and just goes to town without another word.
no listen that's the dream bc same, like i just need a damn break and i know that big strong himbo man could knead me and snap me like a damn glow stick and i'd feel so much better, y'know?
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