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omg do one for stones!!

You’d shuffle down the stairs looking for John, finding him stood at the stove making eggs and sausages, low hanging joggers and shirtless. And he’d be smirking as he caught you staring at his chest and playfully rolling his eyes as you lightly frown at his tattoo of Millie. ‘Don’t worry, love’ he’d laugh, ‘now go back to admiring me’ and you’d feel your cheeks heating up and of course he does this all the time because he loves teasing you and seeing you blush and of course you’d brush him off with a laugh and a roll of the eyes he loves so much, but you make damn sure to admire them back muscles when he turns back around.

“You don’t know me well, Your Grace. But I know Ser Jaime. He is a man of honor. I was his captor once. But when we were both taken prisoner But when we were both taken prisoner and the men holding us tried to force themselves on me, Ser Jaime defended me. And lost his hand because of it. Without him, my lady, you would not be alive. He armed me, armored me, and sent me to find you and bring you home and sent me to find you and bring you home because he’d sworn an oath to your mother.”

Ayoze Pérez you beautiful man

hey just checking that my asks are going through sorry xx

Hey, love,

I think they most likely are I’m just being very, very unproductive because I’ve been a bit down lately, I’m sorry. I’ll get all the requests done soon, promise!

How’s Stones and the United photographer getting on they still texting ?

They’re texting everyday now. The odd flirty text seeping into the mass of ‘hows your day been?’ But it doesn’t translate to in person meeting and how can it not you live in the same city, you walk the same streets - how have you never seen each other since? And Jesse is teasing you whilst you photograph him in training ‘so hows my mate, John? Doing good is he?’ And you’d laugh at his childishness and snap a photo, desperate to read the unread message you know you’ll have waiting for you; ‘I’m free all of Saturday’

‘Yeah, how you spending that time?’

can you please do needy kisses and neck kisses with stonesy i love your writing x

and he’s latched onto your neck the minute he’s got back from training, arms around your waist, hand caressing the side of your face and your tilting you head, giving him more access, moaning at the loss of contact when he pulls away. But you’re quickly resatisfied as he latched onto your lips, softly biting on the lower, tongue nudging through. And he’s putting everything into this kiss - clearly he’s missed you during the day. And he’s reattaching to your neck again, sucking harshly on the skin and kissing it to soothe and you’re running your hand up through his hair, eyes closing as he works his way down to you chest, nipping away at the skin.

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.

“What are you doing? Oh, this is nice.”  I’ve been waiting for this hug since the “just-grabbing-the-door-for-you” moment in Spider-man Homecoming. 

Your blog is the best footballer one shot/blurb account I’ve found! Can you do a Joe Hart blurb about you guys having a romantic moment/makeout session that gets interrupted by the boys?

Thank you, anon! I love how the England lads all call him ‘harty’ and respect him so much!

and you’re in his hotel room and haven’t seen him for weeks - you couldn’t get time off work immediately. And obviously if you haven’t seen him for weeks things are going to get passionate fairly quickly. He was hovering over you on the bed, broad shoulders contrasting yours, one hand up your shirt and on your waist, lips on yours, leg between yours. And it was lustful, full of moans and love, one hand running up his uncovered chest and resting on his neck, the other’s fingernails digging into his muscular back. ‘Ooo hartys getting some’, stood in the doorway was dele and John, smirking. ‘We’ll leave you to it’. And your barely acknowledged it, too focused on Joe to care.

Drunk Stonesy is my new favourite thing… part one.