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Liverpool I love you. We can be friends now

I know none of you care but

Martin Dubravka is so underrated. He has the 6th highest amount of clean sheets in the league, plays for a worse team than all of the 5 above him and has made some incredible saves. It’s only because he plays for us that no one rates him much

We’re not forgetting you! I come on at least once a day to check on you

That was so sweet, anon! I’m glad I haven’t lost everyone from my complete annoying disappearance and occasional revlogs!

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.

How old are you? ❤️

Ooo my first actual question ask!

I’m always interested in knowing people’s ages to see if they seem the age they actually are!

And I’m 17 x

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.

Cause of death. This.

Serious question, where can I adopt Bernardo? | Bernardo and Gabriel celebrating 14.04.19

could you do a john stones one about the reader being a famous actress and john comes to surprise her on set after they’ve been away from each other for a while

I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve been so busy with school x

You’re wrapping up your last scene of the day, a sigh escaping your lips as your tiredly make your way to your trailer. Obviously you loved your job but it was long hours a day - making you tired - and a lot of months a year - meaning you left behind all your life. That life involved John, and god you missed him when you went away. You made sure to text and call and FaceTime whenever you could but sometimes it just wasn’t enough, sometimes you wanted to be in his arms, you wanted to run onto the pitch to celebrate with him - not send him a text and wait for hours for his reply. So when you opened your trailer door and saw John - your John - sat - on your sofa - scrolling through his phone, you were in shock. And when he looked up at you with those blue eyes and smiled softly at you, opening his arms wide, you did not hesitate to run into them, nuzzling your head into his neck, engulfing his scent and revelling in his presence. And he’s muttering ‘I’ve missed you baby’ into your hair and you’re smiling widely into his skin and you were so glad that was the last scene of the day - the rest of it’s taken up.

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