HUBBY ON POINT

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?’

Of course Ayoze Perez, currently hitting his decent end of season form as per, gets injured before the Liverpool match. Better be okay ffs

John Stones won the Premier League. Hadouken motherfuckers

hi can you write some angry smutty stonesy please xx

Always, anon x

and it’s after a game they should have won but didn’t, a game in which the refs decisions were clearly biased, a game in which John was obviously getting frustrated. So when he came to your house after the game and not his, you weren’t surprised. And when he roughly kissed you as soon as you opened the door you weren’t surprised: you’d been anticipating it. You weren’t shocked when he didn’t guide you to your bedroom but instead sat you on the windowsill, roughly pushing down your leggings as he kissed down your neck. He captured your moans in his mouth, working you with his fingers roughly and fast as you moaned his name into the room. He pushed himself inside you with a growl, one hand roughly on your hip - that’ll bruise - and the other leaving an imprint on the fogged up window. With each thrust he buried himself further inside you, your moans being collected by the air now as his mouth was busy biting and kissing your neck, your hands tugging at his hair. And you both gave into the ecstasy one after the other, his grip tightening on your hips. Then leans in with a cheekily smile, ‘I’m still mad at that ref, baby. Round two?’

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

football has literally made me forget about all the fandoms i was part of before wtf i used to watch like 15 shows per season and now i just spend my time watching men in shorts kick a ball like an idiot

Unlucky.

Harry Kane and his fioncée during training (31/05/2019)

*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’.

imagine if the avengers had actually discussed the plan for more than an hour, and found out from nebula that you have to sacrifice what you love most to get the soul stone (basically a soul for a soul), and steve volunteered himself for the mission. face to face with the red skull, he’s asked if he’s willing to make the sacrifice, to lose what’s important to him. steve replies, “go ahead and try. i’ve already lost everything else.” after its done, steve just laughs and says, “that’s all?”

& steve makes it back alive with the stone. he makes it back to the avengers compound. they don’t recognize him at first, but once they see past the change in structure and size, its obvious. they ask what happened, and he replies “a soul for a soul”. he gave up captain america, let him go once and for all, and that was enough.