Being Friends With Dele Growing Up And Your Families Always Talk About You Getting Together And You Both

more smutty stonesy please !! Your amazing love x

aww thank you anon, it’s 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 John’s 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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, who’s 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 it’ll be a long one.

25 - 30 for the asks ☺️

25) no players from my team play for England, but Freddie woodman is on the under 21s. A lot of them play for their own national teams though. Paul dummett plays for wales.

26) I’m going to go with the most recent one I can think of and it’s definitely schär’s messi-esque run during the Cardiff game. that’s probably not my all time favourite, but my most recent favourite

27) favourite match would be vs Arsenal when we were 4-0 down in the 26th (I think) minute and ended up drawing. Tiote with that 35 yard volley my god.

28) far too many bad Newcastle matches for me to pick I’m sorry

29) don’t really win many trophies nowadays (though we have like the ninth highest of all trophies by English clubs I think). Think I’ll just go with winning the championship because of the sole fact that everyone said we’d not win because most teams do badly when they get relegated. I don’t even know. Just felt good to win something. Obviously would’ve preferred not getting relegated. I’m not old enough to have experienced many of the others

30) I do like Newcastle’s crest yeah

— bernie can’t even catch a break during celebrations❣️

have you thought about your story with john yet??

Not really, busy with a lot of work, but if anyone has any ideas for what they want to see please send them in (getting you all to do my job whilst I’m busy!)

John Stones won the Premier League. Hadouken motherfuckers

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 you’re whispering words of affirmation, telling him how those people don’t matter - they don’t even know him - and you’re 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 he’s falling asleep with a soft smile on his face, arm around your waist and you’re still mumbling about how much you love him because despite the fact he can’t hear you you still adore saying it, even if just to empty air.

can you do marcus rashford thigh riding? 😁

you’re pushing him backwards into the cushions of the sofa, lowering yourself onto his thigh and he’s gazing at you through his eyelashes, eyes full of lust. And you’re moving backwards and forwards, soaking his thigh, and he’s grabbing at your hips, squeezing tightly, definitely leaving bruises. And moans are leaving your mouth as you quicken your pace and he says your name in desperation and you love it.

After thinking on it for a day I don’t blame Rafa for wanting to leave but I’m still simultaneously in denial and also fucking distraught.

heyyy are you still writing blurbs? xx

I am yes! Sorry I’ve not been overly motivated lately and people stopped sending them in so I guess I just wasn’t necessarily prompted to do so. People are still welcome to send things in, I’ll answer questions and blurbs and just have a gossip xx

Stop that……………..