Dear Trauma Survivors,

Big up Freddie woodman in the u21s

do a drunk stonesy one x

and he’s getting handsy at the bar, you and him celebrating with Bernardo after winning the title again. His hands are firm on your waist as he leans from behind you to order two new drinks, nibbling on your ear as you both wait. And you’re laughing at him and his glassy eyes and wandering hands, wide smile plastered over his face and eyes alight with love and triumph as he stumbles forward to retrieve your drinks, pulling you behind him to the table. And it’s a night of laughing so much you’re cheeks hurt by the end of it, John drunkingly dancing about - fortnite dances to your dismay - occasionally tugging you up with him and sloppily kissing your neck.

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.

can we please get John eating you out... especially with that stubble 😍😍

that stubble my god

and he’s kissing up your thighs, nearing where you want him, stubble scratching at your skin as you lace your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him to the place he’s needed. And he’s smirking against your skin as his blue eyes connect straight with yours, head immediately dipping, licking and sucking on your clit, and you’re moaning, head thrown back in pleasure.

him…… in this kit…….. with that messy hair…… yelling…… i just…… W O W……..

As someone who’s struggled with sexual identity and just defines themselves as ‘probably not straight’ I related to so much of Daniel Howell’s new video. There was such small things - like leading a person on accidentally and being unable to be sexual with them because you’re terrified of the not straight side of you - that made me feel so simply not alone.

That video was so important to me because, for 45 minutes of my life, I felt validated and accepted and overwhelmed with this sense of hope for a future contentness I could feel about myself and who I really am. Even if I don’t know who or what that is. I can identify as ‘probably not straight’ or ‘I don’t know’ and be valid.

Thank you, Daniel Howell, Dan and danisnotonfire for surviving, in all your identities, for countless reasons, but the most personal to me; so that I could too.

john stones + bernardo silva

Lucas and his son 💙

After thinking on it for a day I don’t blame Rafa for wanting to leave but I’m still simultaneously in denial and also fucking distraught.

HUBBY ON POINT