If You Ever Tagged Me To Do One Of Those Tag Game Thingies And I Never Did It:

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?’

Ayoze Pérez you gem

Could you write jealous Dele

dele usually loved that you got on with his friends and teammates, but when he hadn’t seen you in weeks and you were sat with Eric laughing every five seconds and giving him all of your attention he wasn’t a big fan of it. When you both left the Tottenham team dinner he was silent on the drive back but you thought nothing of it - you were tired after all. And it’s when you got back, in bed, rolled over and trying to sleep that he mentioned it. ‘Why don’t you just go to fucking Eric’s’ he spoke in a hoarse voice and it seemed so out of the blue to you because why on earth would you do that? A frowning dele awaited you as you turned over, eyes full of sadness and you raised a questioning eyebrow at him, ‘where’s that came from del?’ ‘Well you spent all your time with him tonight. I hadn’t seen you in two weeks and you don’t even look at me’. And you found it funny because he was the one who took you to the dinner, what were you supposed to do, ignore them all? ‘If you didn’t want me to speak to any of them you shouldn’t have taken me’ and he knows you’re right but he doesn’t want to admit it so he just snuggles into your neck, making unintelligible noises and you laugh, basking in the warmth of his body. ‘No need to be jealous, del. Eric’s got nothing on you.’

→ england dorks and their handshake❣️

can you please do needy kisses and neck kisses with stonesy i love your writing x

and he’s latched onto your neck the minute he’s got back from training, arms around your waist, hand caressing the side of your face and your tilting you head, giving him more access, moaning at the loss of contact when he pulls away. But you’re quickly resatisfied as he latched onto your lips, softly biting on the lower, tongue nudging through. And he’s putting everything into this kiss - clearly he’s missed you during the day. And he’s reattaching to your neck again, sucking harshly on the skin and kissing it to soothe and you’re running your hand up through his hair, eyes closing as he works his way down to you chest, nipping away at the skin.

Your blog is the best footballer one shot/blurb account I’ve found! Can you do a Joe Hart blurb about you guys having a romantic moment/makeout session that gets interrupted by the boys?

Thank you, anon! I love how the England lads all call him ‘harty’ and respect him so much!

and you’re in his hotel room and haven’t seen him for weeks - you couldn’t get time off work immediately. And obviously if you haven’t seen him for weeks things are going to get passionate fairly quickly. He was hovering over you on the bed, broad shoulders contrasting yours, one hand up your shirt and on your waist, lips on yours, leg between yours. And it was lustful, full of moans and love, one hand running up his uncovered chest and resting on his neck, the other’s fingernails digging into his muscular back. ‘Ooo hartys getting some’, stood in the doorway was dele and John, smirking. ‘We’ll leave you to it’. And your barely acknowledged it, too focused on Joe to care.

you’re babysitting john’s daughter and he walks in while your just sat together singing disney songs so loud and he just realised how much he loves you

and you’re just sat on the sofa, belting the words to ‘you’re welcome’ from Moana along with the sound emitting from your phone as she draws on your arms, clumsily singing along as well. And you’re both giggling at each other and trying to sing louder than the other, waiting for John to come back with her tea. But he’s just been stood leaning on the door frame, watching his daughter gaze at you lovingly and smile so widely and laugh so innocently - his little family. And he loves how she wasn’t shy around you and he loves how you both get on and he loves her and you and soon the songs changing and he’s still stood; watching and in love.

John accidentally telling you he wants you to have his babies one day while laying around having a lazy Sunday

you’re lying on the sofa, a crap Netflix film on, hot mug in one hand and playing with your sock in the other. And he’s sat next to you, eyes vaguely staring at the screen but definitely not watching and it’s out of nowhere that he says it, just a quiet muttering of ‘I can’t wait until where doing this as a family’ and you’re taken aback, thinking you’ve misheard at first because he’s never expressed that want with you before. But by the way he’s staring at you - all warm and content - you can tell it’s sincere so you’re smiling back, sock being forgotten, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze - ‘I’d like that too’

Basically I’m Gay