Stonseymylove

We’re not forgetting you! I come on at least once a day to check on you

That was so sweet, anon! I’m glad I haven’t lost everyone from my complete annoying disappearance and occasional revlogs!

PSA

If you thought Barcelona was bad @ Liverpool, just wait until you get to Newcastle. Big Christian Atsu will fuck you right up lads

Protect GKs at all costs✊🏻

have you thought about your story with john yet??

Not really, busy with a lot of work, but if anyone has any ideas for what they want to see please send them in (getting you all to do my job whilst I’m busy!)

smut!! (for anyone🤪)

I decided to leave it nameless so it can be with anyone. also not 100% happy with this one but it needed done x

So you’re in a club, he took you, you didn’t particularly want to go but he begged and so you put on your finest outfit, looking absolutely stunning because if he’s making you go you’re going to make him wish he’d have you in private. And it has the desired effect, him putting his hands on you the moment he sees you, you swatting away his hands and insisting you need to get going, smirking as you walk off. And he’s distracted all night, hands on you if you’re close enough, eyes on you if you’re not, all his mates smirking and winking at him and it’s 11 when he decides fuck it, and takes you home with the announcement ‘got to tend to the missus, lads’. And he’s all over you in the taxi home, hands up your dress, caressing your thigh, dress too tight to your skin for him to get any further up but god he loves that dress. Then when you’re in the house he’s pulling you to the sofa, not even bothering with the bedroom, unzipping your dress and staring at you in awe, muttering how beautiful you are. So he lifts you firmly by your hips, legs hooking around his waist, his hands grabbing your arse, tongue in your mouth and you’re moaning his name as he slips inside you, creating a steady rhythm, his breath staggering from holding you up, so he puts you on the counter and continues. And it’s sensual and lustful all at once, his groans and your moans mixing together in the late night silence. His pace slowing as he reaches his high, and he pulls out, finishing you off with his hand, moving it against you, kissing down your neck as he goes. After you finish you stay still a while, heads resting together, collecting yourselves and smiling.

Johnny say something

via zinchie’s ig

Riding Winksy's thigh. At first he is surprised but then..

you don’t know if its the stupid groin injury and the no sex rule or the fact that he looks so good with his arms sprawled over the back of the sofa, eyes on the tv but it’s got you in some kind of way. And you’re cursing his injury because it’s not fair on you either so you’re immediately strolling over and straddling his thigh - hands on his neck and he tears his eyes from the tv in shock. And it’s a ‘what ya doing, babe’ that’s thrown out and answered by your slow movements over his thigh whilst your only in his t shirt, a slow moan emitting from your mouth at the contact. And it doesn’t take long once you’ve increased your pace - you’ve been deprived for such a long time - before your head is lulling back, eyes rolling, erratic breathing and breathy moans that cause his hands to create a firm grip on your hip, helping you with your movements. And his eyes are full of lust and his hands are full of desire, increasing your movements for you. And he’s loving the site and you’re loving the pleasure and you both cannot wait for this injury to be healed.

Send me asks about cute footballers; make me happy

Can with have some Chillwell you getting Jel over Ben spending time with Madders 😂

I love Ben and his friendship with madders so much

It’s not that you didn’t like James, you loved him and you loved spending time with him and Ben - together they were comedy gold. But you hadn’t seen him for two weeks and him sitting with James, laughing about jokes that you’ve missed and ignoring you was not fun for you. So you moped around the house, waiting for him to leave. And when he does Ben places his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck, muffled whisperings of ‘baby’ as he swayed you back and forth. ‘Why’d you not speak to James much? What’s wrong?’ And you’re spinning out of his arms with a muttering of ‘nothing’ and he’s not letting you go, pulling you back into his chest, and your whining, not wanting to admit you’re jealous of madders because how ridiculous is that. But Ben knows you better than anyone so of course he knows there’s something wrong, lifting your head up, hand on your cheek, ‘I’m all yours from now on.’