Okay Being In A Relationship With John But You Had A Huge Fight And Drifted Apart And Haven’t Had Much

Nothing breaks my heart more than Rondon being fucked off because Ashley won’t buy him and Pérez leaving in the summer and little Almirón just sat all alone without his two pals in the dressing room

Send me blurbs

Send me blurbs, I still have some in my inbox but I’m having writers block so I need to find some I’m inspired for. To everyone who’s sent me something, I’ll get to it! Also everyone who sent me a sancho blurb: I want to familiarise my self with him first before I write.

do a dele one, any story x

Because it’s his birthday

You’re waking him up to kisses on his face, giggling at his lazy groan as he pushes you off him, smiling as he does so. ‘You have to get up for training, del’ you whispered against his warm skin and his response was even more groans and a muttering of ‘but it’s my birthday’ and you’re pulling him up and pushing him out of bed ‘come on I can sleep in for a bit longer’ and he’s stropily walking off to the shower as you admire his back muscles in the dim morning light. And soon he’s leaving, a kiss to your forehead and the demand of his birthday sex when he gets back and you’re up as soon as he leaves: birthday gift preparations time

I don’t know why but I’m such a whore for bald fuzzy peach Eric 😩 like I don’t understand y’all obsession for him to grow his hair back. He looks a lot hotter and bulkier like this.

I flip between the hairstyle I prefer to be honest. It is two very different Erics.

Prince Hair Eric = take him home to your Mum, go on long walks, have boozy picnics and cuddle.

Buzz cut Eric = (to take inspo from @sendinthehuskies) would have one hand on the steering wheel whilst gently squeezing the back of your neck with other one as you are doing unspeakable things to him as he’s driving.

Birthday sex with John?

only one I’m writing today because I’m very uninspired but I figured this one should be out today!

and he’s slightly tipsy after coming back from a drink with the lads, his face tinted red and a wide grin as he sits himself on the couch, immediately grasping your thighs as you sit on his lap. And you’re teasingly shifting about, faces so close you can feel each other’s breath and he’s having absolutely none of it as he pulls you in by your neck, lips meeting in desperation and you’re pushing him back slightly with hands on his chest, undoing his jeans and disconnecting your lips. And you’re moving down, taking him all in, his cock hitting the back of your throat immediately as his head falls back and his eyes shut, breathy moans leaving his mouth as you work your magic. And soon he’s pulling you back up, reconnecting your lips as he works on your clothes now and he’s slipping inside of you as you moan into his mouth, gripping onto his hair and bouncing on his lap. And you’re both moaning into the air: each other’s names; decelerations of love; ‘this is just your first present, birthday boy’; ‘my god you’re wonderful’.

HUBBY ON POINT

giving winks a blowjob

And your moving your head in steady motions, hand working the parts you can’t get and he’s groaning slightly, hands in your hair, forcing you further down on him. And you’re gagging, eyes watering as his cock hits the back of your throat, his head thrown back and brown eyes rolling. And you’re looking up at him as you move back and forth, cock still hitting the back of your throat, taking all of him in this time and he’s barely able to articulate how fucking good you love, all of him in your mouth, eyes leaking and spit on your chin - so he just clings onto your hair tighter.

Mood

*chanting* Smutty Lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard Smutty Lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard Smutty Lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard Smutty Lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard smutty lingard

YES, chant it

So he’s subbed off after 70 minutes, sending you a wink and a subtle flick of the head to follow as he goes for his post-match shower. And you follow, cheeks heating up despite no one seeing, hurriedly finding the dressing room. Jesse is immediately on you, pushing you against the door, closing it as he does and locking it. Tongue in your mouth, hand in your hair, sweaty body pressed against yours and you moan into his mouth and he loves it. And he’s pushing you and his shorts down, head falling backwards and a string of moans pouring out of his mouth as you work on him. Tip first, teasing him, stroking him, head going further and further down, gaining a rhythm. And his moans are getting more loud and intense as he’s pulling you back up, mouth on yours again, pushing down your trousers, hand under the shirt with his name on the back, resting on your waist as he lowers you onto the cold bench, head between your legs. And then it’s you moaning, and your knuckles going white as his tongue and his fingers do their work, moving perfectly with his expertise (and you make a mental note to mention that later). And it’s when he comes back up, ready to kiss you again that there’s a knock on the door and the two of you pull up your clothes, Jesse unlocking the door to find Marcus at the front of a large group of footballers clad in red and you walk past sheepishly, all of them smirking at you and you laugh as you hear Rashford speak, ‘couldn’t even watch us win could ya?’

‘Well I had other business, beansprouts’.

tfw you’re bisexual and admiring pretty girls but then you remember you’re also attracted to men and you’re like “that’s cool too” because men are fine as hell and there’s nothing wrong with your attraction to them