Stonseymylove

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YES, chant it

So he’s subbed off after 70 minutes, sending you a wink and a subtle flick of the head to follow as he goes for his post-match shower. And you follow, cheeks heating up despite no one seeing, hurriedly finding the dressing room. Jesse is immediately on you, pushing you against the door, closing it as he does and locking it. Tongue in your mouth, hand in your hair, sweaty body pressed against yours and you moan into his mouth and he loves it. And he’s pushing you and his shorts down, head falling backwards and a string of moans pouring out of his mouth as you work on him. Tip first, teasing him, stroking him, head going further and further down, gaining a rhythm. And his moans are getting more loud and intense as he’s pulling you back up, mouth on yours again, pushing down your trousers, hand under the shirt with his name on the back, resting on your waist as he lowers you onto the cold bench, head between your legs. And then it’s you moaning, and your knuckles going white as his tongue and his fingers do their work, moving perfectly with his expertise (and you make a mental note to mention that later). And it’s when he comes back up, ready to kiss you again that there’s a knock on the door and the two of you pull up your clothes, Jesse unlocking the door to find Marcus at the front of a large group of footballers clad in red and you walk past sheepishly, all of them smirking at you and you laugh as you hear Rashford speak, ‘couldn’t even watch us win could ya?’

‘Well I had other business, beansprouts’.

On a real Fabinho looked like me trying to get out of year 9 P.E.

goalies with shit defenders are braver than any us marine and deserve financial compensation

└ defender dads post game | man city vs. watford | december 4th, 2018

Part three… love this side of him!

john stones everybody

Eric taking you to meet his family for the first time

and it’s at a family barbecue - whole extended family and everything so you wouldn’t feel intimidated and everyone’s just milling around and you’re stood close to Eric at the barbecue, his mum right next to you, champagne in hand, laughing away at something you’ve said about Eric loving his dogs more than you. And she’s telling you he’s always been like that, proceeding to an embarrassing story that has his head in your neck, whining at his mum. And his dad’s walking over to further embarrass him: ‘he’s spoke so much about you we felt like we knew you already’ and Eric’s trying to stop them from talking and the three of you are laughing and everyone is head over heels for you.

‘Eric, darling, the sausages are burning’

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.

Any ideas for a multi-chapter story?

Johnny say something

via zinchie’s ig