What are your fav blogs? đ
I think I already answered it, but Iâll do it again.Â
I have too many. Here we goâŚ
Football imagines: @footballffbarbiex (this womanâs talent is out of this world, I really enjoy her writing), @catharticallysarcastic (same goes as Amy), @footballerimaginess, @footballerimagines (too bad she doesnât write anymore)
Football blurbs: @travellvogue (the first blog I followed, she is really talented, ââDelâs kitchenââ was my favourite series), @chilly-me-softly (my favourite blurbs, she also writes longer pieces), @jadonsanhco , @amour-salvatore (I LOVE her stories, especially ââAnyone but youââ), @gardenofcfc (Iâm slowly falling in love with Mason because of her đ)
Other blogs I love: @cinnnabaee, @stonseymylove, @80slingard, @macybeckham7, @leduqdefoot, @endlessfootie, @asenwinks, @jadondonsancho, @ynwa-taa
more smutty stonesy please !! Your amazing love x
aww thank you anon, itâs a longer one x
Running around a football pitch for ninety minutes can be tiring, a fact you came to know because of the aftermath of Johnâs matches - him falling exhausted into bed the minute he got home, regardless of if you were there or not. So, as much as you loved watching your man run about for ninety minutes, goal line clearances left and right, you relished the games he was a sub or he didnât play - you loved a riled up John wanting to blow of steam. So when he pulled you hurriedly to his car after the game, hair wet from his post-game shower and adrenaline coursing through his veins from the 20 minutes he played, you didnât resist one bit, your own car left forgotten. And he drove hurdily through the streets, navigating his way back to his house and you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, glancing over at John, whoâs eyes were firmly fixed in the road. And then you decided to have some fun. It started off innocent. A small brush over his thigh, smirking to yourself at his tightening hands on the steering wheel. And you moved up and across, fingers skimming his bulge, hands on the steering wheel going white, smirk on your face growing as you pushed down his joggers, palming him through his underwear. His moan filled the quiet car and it was enough to get you to place your mouth around him in a state of passion, engulfing his entirety immediately, wanting to waste no time, and he squirmed beneath you, growling into the air, foot letting up on the gas pedal, as you gained rhythm. One white knuckle off the wheel, into your hair, pushing and pulling your head how he wants, and it was lustful and passionate and interrupted by the loud honking of a car horn behind you. And you jumped up in shock, John practically having stopped in the road, and you laughed to yourself as John hurriedly collected himself and drove on, definitely breaking the speed limit and both squirming at the thought of the rest of the night - and itâll be a long one.
You totally need to do like a full on story, your writing is one of the best Iv seen x
Awww thank you! I really want to do like a multi chapter story but I have no idea who to do it on or what to do it on so if anyone has any ideas or suggestions send them in!
âYou donât know me well, Your Grace. But I know Ser Jaime. He is a man of honor. I was his captor once. But when we were both taken prisoner But when we were both taken prisoner and the men holding us tried to force themselves on me, Ser Jaime defended me. And lost his hand because of it. Without him, my lady, you would not be alive. He armed me, armored me, and sent me to find you and bring you home and sent me to find you and bring you home because heâd sworn an oath to your mother.â
loml part 2 x
Donât ask me why but Ronaldo has and will always look like a wax work to me
Why did you say John had a Burnley accent in the Man Utd photographer thing??? Heâs not from Burnley
Definitely a typo because beforehand I wrote a joe hart one and he plays for them now, thanks for bringing it to my attention
Dele Alli feeling like shit because of comments about his recent interview. He saw comments like ''he has personality of wet socks'', ''he is like dead man'' and etc. And he is sad because people think that he is emotionless and bad person. That really hurted him and his girl is comforting saying ''Screw them, I and your closest people know the real you and you're nice person.'' They cuddle and he falls asleep on her chest while she strokes his hair.
And youâre whispering words of affirmation, telling him how those people donât matter - they donât even know him - and youâre telling him to come over to you on the sofa, hugging him, resting his head on your chest, stroking his hair as you whisper how much you and all his friends love him - and you really do. And heâs falling asleep with a soft smile on his face, arm around your waist and youâre still mumbling about how much you love him because despite the fact he canât hear you you still adore saying it, even if just to empty air.
If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:
1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.
2) Very sorry about that, itâs extremely likely that I said to myself âCool! But Iâm busy at the moment, Iâll have to do this later today or tomorrowâ before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now itâs too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.
Protect GKs at all costsâđť
Paul Dummett, Fabian Schär, Martin Dúbravka, Bernardo Silva and John Stones are my loves
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