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falling asleep on winks
and Harry was still lazily talking about his day, arm under your body around your waist as your head lay on his chest. And you’d been trying to keep your eyes open as he spoke about how his day back in training was but the circles he was rubbing on your skin, the blanket covering you both and the soft feeling of his steady heartbeat against your head lulled you into a heavenly sleep.
dating winksy would include?
him treating you constantly
not just to material things, but like running you a bath after a long day, listening to you complain about work or school, giving you a glass of wine
looking after you when you’re ill and buying you all your favourite things
just being all round caring because he’s definitely the most caring person that’s ever existed
Puppy dog eyes that you can’t refuse whenever he wants something
Wrapped up together in blankets on the sofa when he’s injured and wanting to watch the match
Not at all in letting him have sex with you when he’s injured
‘Okay maybe just a blowjob’
Damn those puppy eyes
Going about both your lives, not necessarily doing everything together, but always making sure to come home, pour yourselves a glass of wine and tell each other about it
Making sure to go out for a meal at least once a month: you take it in turns to pay
giving winks a blowjob
And your moving your head in steady motions, hand working the parts you can’t get and he’s groaning slightly, hands in your hair, forcing you further down on him. And you’re gagging, eyes watering as his cock hits the back of your throat, his head thrown back and brown eyes rolling. And you’re looking up at him as you move back and forth, cock still hitting the back of your throat, taking all of him in this time and he’s barely able to articulate how fucking good you love, all of him in your mouth, eyes leaking and spit on your chin - so he just clings onto your hair tighter.
do you have anything with Harry winks coming up?
I have 4 winksy requests in my inbox, I’ll be writing them all at the end of the week, after my exams finish (that I’m failing). Feel free to still send in requests and I’ll get to them then x
Send me blurbs, I still have some in my inbox but I’m having writers block so I need to find some I’m inspired for. To everyone who’s sent me something, I’ll get to it! Also everyone who sent me a sancho blurb: I want to familiarise my self with him first before I write.
Riding Winksy's thigh. At first he is surprised but then..
you don’t know if its the stupid groin injury and the no sex rule or the fact that he looks so good with his arms sprawled over the back of the sofa, eyes on the tv but it’s got you in some kind of way. And you’re cursing his injury because it’s not fair on you either so you’re immediately strolling over and straddling his thigh - hands on his neck and he tears his eyes from the tv in shock. And it’s a ‘what ya doing, babe’ that’s thrown out and answered by your slow movements over his thigh whilst your only in his t shirt, a slow moan emitting from your mouth at the contact. And it doesn’t take long once you’ve increased your pace - you’ve been deprived for such a long time - before your head is lulling back, eyes rolling, erratic breathing and breathy moans that cause his hands to create a firm grip on your hip, helping you with your movements. And his eyes are full of lust and his hands are full of desire, increasing your movements for you. And he’s loving the site and you’re loving the pleasure and you both cannot wait for this injury to be healed.
Can you write a Harry winks blurb where you go to see him whilst he’s training and they’re having a break in the canteen so you’re sitting with him then the rest of the Tottenham boys come in and tease Harry because of how cute he is with you ❤️
and it’s partly because he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling into your neck and partly because he’s holding food out on his fork for you to eat, leaning in close you and whispering into your ear but you bet when dele and Eric walk in they’re not having it when Harry Kane whispers ‘leave ‘em alone you two’. Of course they’re shouting down the table, ‘she can eat by herself you know, winksy, she’s a big girl’ and ‘god how are you even managing to get her any closer’ and Harry’s cheeks are going red and his face is going in your neck and the teasing remarks continue and you don’t even mind, laughing along to a few of the really good ones because all they’ve done is made Harry act even cuter.
do one with winks. he gets drunk and he acts like childish, his girlfriend tries to make him to change his clothes and tuck him in bed but it's not that easy haha. I need more winksy in my life
You’re picking him up from a club and driving him home and god if that wasn’t difficult enough with him constantly touching you, trying to curl up on you as you navigated the streets, but getting him out of his clothes for bed was a whole other level. He’d giggle and pull on your shirt as you tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, he’d refuse to sit still as you tried to untie his shoes and he’d make flirty comments followed by ‘I have a girlfriend’ as you tried to undo his belt. And when you finally got him undressed for bed he’s pulling you in with him ‘come lie with me’ in a singsong voice surrounding you.
Fluff with Winksy touching girlfriend's bum whole day.
‘Ugh you’re going to kill me in those jeans’, hands grabbing at your hips, ‘let’s just stay here’. You pulled his hand out the door, demands of no leaving your mouth as you laughed at Harry’s disappointed sighs. And as you went about your day he was constantly placing his hands on your bum, hands in your pockets, you swatting his hands away with a laugh, twirling yourself around so you can playfully hit his chest. And even though he loved them, when you finally got home he got you out of those jeans.
Harry Winks. Dele comes over to spend time with Harry and Harry's girlfriend. When she was reaching for something from kitchen cupboard Dele saw bruises uppon her hips and he teases Harry.
‘What’s that on your hip?’ is the question that ruins Harry’s day. The second your shirt lifted up and dele got a closer look at them bruises the smirk that emerged upon his face made both you and Harry burn bright with redness, dele immediately taking that as an answer to his unasked question: you and Harry got a bit rough. ‘So you’re telling me, Harry gave you them? Puppy eyes over there.’ And you wanted to say how even though Harry plays all innocent he definitely wasn’t, he loved to roughly grab you in bed (and out of bed. Wherever it happened to take place), but instead you just stood and listened to dele’s comments: ‘didn’t know you were into that Harry’, ‘at least you’re getting some’. And of course dele laughed and of course he told every person in the Spurs dressing room and of course they all teased Harry too - ‘didn’t know he had it in him’ - but god was the sex good.
Fluffy Winks! Maybe something where his girl is stressed because of job and overworking herself. Then it's finally friday and weekend. And he makes sure she gets a rest; maybe some cuddling, bath or something.
Ugh I love him he’s like a puppy x
And you’d wander into his house, collapse on the sofa, hearing him pattering about upstairs but you’re too tired to go see what he’s doing, too stressed to even think about him and you’re thinking about work, pulling out your laptop and finishing things off - despite it being Friday. And he’s coming downstairs with a cheery ‘hi’, closing your laptop and talking you by the hand, ignoring your protests of having to finish your work. And he’s shushing you with ‘you can’t do good work if you’re stressed, like I can’t play good football when I’m stressed’ and he’s pulling you into the bathroom, a bubble bath inside and lit with candles. Then he starts undressing you, and you climb in, with Harry sat on the floor by the side, kissing you occasionally, listening, letting you get it all out and hugging your top half lightly - ‘I don’t want to get too wet’ he’d laugh. And you’d think about all the work you have to do for a split second second, but one look into his puppy dog eyes and it all melts away, the only thought now: ‘babe, are you not getting a dead leg?’. And of course he is. For you.
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