#TOTTENHAM

[whitehartlane]

sonny looking at martinez trying to chat to him like ‘who actually are you man’ and then immediately scoring from a direct corner has to be hands down one of the funniest moments in football i have ever witnessed

[raphoupix]

Lucas Bergvall - Tottenham v. AZ Alkmaar - UEFA Europa League

[iconsfinder]

[sonnys-fan-not-spurs-fan]

I love a man with great taste in fashion:

YES!

[dubmill]

Tottenham, London; 8.8.2020

[keepingitneutral]

Green House, Tottenham, London, United Kingdom,

Hayhurst and Co

[unteriors]

Moondana Street, Tottenham, New South Wales.

[football-n-stuff]

What a morning view 👀😍🥵

Jeez Micky

[audereestfuckery]

[totaly-obsessed]

Beth England for Tottenham Appreciation

Request a player | with @alotofpockets

[xdestroyax]

[whitehartlane]

wish i could be as relaxed as micky watching a spurs game

[raphoupix]

Lucas Bergvall - Tottenham Hotspur

[holygrailimagines]

Tall

Summary: Richarlison x Reader, size kink SMUT!

Richarlison loved being taller than you. To him, you were delicate and fragile. He felt like your knight in shining armor, protecting you from all the bad things in the world. He would always be holding you, whether his strong arms were wrapped around your waist or his fingers interlaced with yours. Even if you had a closet full of sweaters and jackets, Rich would always insist you wear his. Firstly because they would make you warmer and secondly because he loved the way his clothes made you look even smaller. 

Ninety percent of the time, he was always gentle and soft with you. You loved how careful he was with you but sometimes you preferred the other ten percent. 

You knew there was a different side to his love for your size difference, noticing how he always took you in front of the large mirror placed strategically in front of the bed. You would be on your knees with your cheek pressed against the sheets, Richarlison ramming into you from behind. His eyes would never leave the mirror, watching his large frame destroying your small one. One hand would grasp your forearms behind your back and the other would grip the back of your neck. Your body would jolt forward with each harsh thrust, you were completely under his control. His large cock mercilessly fucking into your tight, little cunt. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your stomach. 

“You look so hot taking my cock like this,” he would praise you, grunting as he continued slamming into you. You couldn’t even respond, drool dripping from your lips and soaking the sheets. You arched your back, giving Rich more access to your aching pussy. He would grip your hair, pulling you up against his bare chest. Even like this, his body still dominated yours. Your ass cheeks clapped against the base of his cock, your cunt clenching tightly around his length. You were so weak, eyes closed and body numb.

“Look at how small you look,” He would whisper in your ear, his eyes staring at the reflection. You used every bit of strength left inside you and opened your eyes. Your tits were bouncing, ribs poking out from your arched back. Rich was behind you, almost looking like a giant compared to you. Rich’s teeth were clenched and he was sweating heavily from thrusting so brutally. With his free hand, he grabbed yours and rested it on top of your navel. 

“Feel that?” He asks huskily and you certainly did. Each time his cock slammed into you, you felt the slightest bulge. You nodded your head, strings of moans leaving your mouth. He released his grip from your hair and you landed face first on the mattress. His hands planted on your hips, drilling into you faster than before. He grunted, watching through the mirror as you lost complete control of your body. The pleasure of his cock slamming into your sore pussy was almost too much. Your body became overwhelmed, your cunt subconsciously clenching tighter and tighter. His thrusts became messier and sloppier, before finally spilling himself inside you with an animalistic grunt. His warm seed triggered your release, your legs quivering in a euphoric state. You whimpered as he pulled out, the both of you collapsing onto the mattress. 

You shivered, the coldness of the room finally hitting your bare body.  

“You want my hoodie?” he asked.  

[sonnys-fan-not-spurs-fan]

my captain just saved the team with direct corner goal

[dubmill]

Tottenham Cemetery, London; 5.2.2022