I Know None Of You Care But

Jesse lingard fluff plssse I need this rn x

A sleepy ‘hey babe’ is whispered as he enters the house, wrapping his arms around your waist that’s clad in a jersey with his name on. Face in your neck, smelling your hair, whispering how beautiful you are as you lead him to the sofa. He places his head on your lap, you brushing your fingers over his cheek, gazing at each other, speaking nonsense to one another other about each other’s day. You complaining about that one person at work you hate, him laughing along and saying how you should ‘just leave already’ and it’s private and intimate and he’s staring at you as you speak, watching the words fall from your lips onto his dead ears because he’s not listening he’s thinking. Thinking about how much he wants this. How much he wants you. And suddenly hes softly kissing you, sweeping his hand over your face and then his tired smiling face is all you see for the rest of the night, both of you falling together wrapped up on the sofa, both of you hoping it’ll happen over and over again.

Forever love for my first anon request x

what would be sex with Eric after a long separation

It’s going to start needy, him desperately trying to show you how much he’s missed you through his kiss, through his hands gripping your hips and pulling through your hair. But then as it progresses it slows down. It’s more soft and it’s more full of love and he’s taking his time to get reacquainted with your body, leaving beard burn up your thighs as your hands tug on his hair. And it’s an entire night spent bringing each other pleasure, taking turns, whispers about how much you’ve missed each other mixing with the breathy moans in the air.

Can you write something about John being jealous of the fact that whilst he's at training you're at home with pickford and he's coming home ready to shout at you both because he thinks something's going on but when he walks in he sees you holding Jordan's son and he's rushing to your side all anger gone because that's his girl holding a baby and when they leave he's asking for a baby "I know I've already got one but she ain't a baby anymore, can we have one, something to show our love"

He’s on his way back from his bad training session, distracted the entire time after you sent him a text saying Jordan is coming round and he couldn’t get it out of his head the entire day. And he’s pulling into the driveway, hoping out the car, agitated at the thought of you and Pickford spending the entire day together, his mind wandering with possibilities. And he walks through the front door, making no exclamation of his arrival, expecting the worst. Instead he freezes, met with the sight of you holding Jordan’s son, all of the anger and annoyance that had built up throughout the morning dissipating at the image. And he’s slowly walking up to you - his girl, holding a child - and he’s kissing your cheek, greeting Jordan, eyes having to tear themselves away from you. So when Jordan leaves John’s arms are immediately around your waist as the door closes, leaning into your neck from behind, swaying you back and forth. ‘I know I’ve already got one and I love her to pieces but can we have one? One that’s ours. To show our love?’

john and kyle being john and kyle 

John Stones AND Bernardo Silva. Spoiling me

SOMEONE STOP THIS MAN

*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’.

marcus getting touchy in front of jess

and he’s pulling you into him as you’re stood cooking, Jesse sat on a kitchen stool scrolling through his phone, and he’s holding your hips close to him, one hand roaming up and down and mouth next to your ear. And you’re giggling slightly, swatting his hands with a spoon and telling him ‘talk to Jesse, I’m busy.’ And he’s spinning you around, spoon dropping into a pan and hugging you tight, head into your neck.

‘You do remember I’m here, right?’

arguing with bae™ on pitch | everton vs. man city | february 6th, 2019

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this bitch here recorded the whole thing