😭😭 Loml Part 1 X

Hey can you write fight imagine with Harry Winks. Summary: He accidentally ruins girlfriend's Louboutin heels (for which she worked hard and saved her money). And him coldly saying to her ''So what now, I'll buy you new ones.''. When he said that it took her by surprise because he is humble and usually he doesn't act like rich snob like most of footballers do. In the end they make up. You can change some things if you want in imagine.

You don’t even know how he managed it but he did, a heel off your favourite - very expensive - pair of shoes and it hurts because you saved for them, you bought them with your own hard earned money and it’s not like you have a lot to throw away. So when you complained at Harry about how he ‘should’ve been more careful - how did you even manage this?!’, the last thing you expected was a throwaway ‘So what, I’ll buy you new ones’. Because Harry wasn’t like that. Harry was down to earth, and humble - rarely showing off his wealth in anyway. Sure you knew he had it but he was rarely so flippant about it, knowing you earned less, knowing things you saved up for meant something to you because of it, in a different way to what they’d mean to him. And that’s how you ended up in a big argument. You screaming at him - ‘oh yeah because you have all the money in the fucking world’ - him screaming at you - ‘right sorry I was just trying to fix it didn’t think you’d get so sensitive about it’ - and you walking out. After a couple hours - enough time for both of you to calm down - you return, apologies in hand, explaining how it just meant a lot to you and he’s saying he knows and he’s sorry he was so flippant with it, and you couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes so you let him pull you in for a hug - ‘When you buy a new pair, babe, I’ll take you out someplace nice’ mumbled into your hair.

The thing is if spurs aren’t gonna win the league I want city to win the league but on the other hand Jordan Henderson scored and it means so much to him and he wanted it so much and he was so happy so I’m happy.

maybe some cock warming with eric? I really miss this big man

and he’s making the excuse that he’s cold as he hitches your leg over his hips and sinking into you with an exhale of breath. And you’re both just sitting there, connected and in love, enjoying the intimacy as he plays with your hair and mumbles into your neck about his day. And even though it’s not sexual you’re still clenching around him occasionally - ‘don’t be a tease’ gruffly returned.

If it weren’t for you, I never would’ve survived my childhood.

Eric and you breaking up, but getting back together after a year

And you’re seeing each other when dele has a party and he invites you - you still kept in contact - and you knew Eric would be there - dele had given you a pre-warning - so you’re not surprised when you’re pouring yourself a drink and your form is engulfed in a large shadow. ‘Dele told me you’d be here, how’ve you been?’ is thrown into the surrounding air and you’re answering back with a ‘I’ve been fine, hear you’ve been doing well. England squad, aye?’ And he’s smiling softly at you, telling you about Russia and all he’s done since you broke up and you’ve both forgotten about the party; relishing each other’s company. And dele catches sight of you mid conversation, stood in a corner filled with laughter and conversation and blushing cheeks and subtle touches and he’s smiling to himself, sick of his two friends complaining about their shit dates to him.

PSA

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

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.

Drunken Stonesy… part 2.

John Stones won the Premier League. Hadouken motherfuckers