Smut!! (for Anyone🤪)

Okay but can you write something about John calling you the missus for the first time? Like say you're out with the England lads and he's just goes "right boys, I'll see you soon, gotta get the missus home she's falling asleep"

John Stones saying missus. You’re killing me

He spent all day trying to convince you to come out with them, ‘come on, love, get glammed up, it’ll be fun’ and of course you couldn’t resist his northern charms so you did just that. And John almost decided against going out when he saw you in that outfit - ‘you’re killing me, love’ - but you laughed and pulled him behind you, down to meet the lads and their girlfriends and going wherever they take you. And you have a great time like John promised, dancing with him, laughing with the lads, gossiping with the girls and it’s not long before you’re collapsing into the booth, head on John’s shoulder, eyes falling shut and he’s smiling down at you, announcing, ‘right boys, I’ll see you soon. Got to get the missus home, she’s falling asleep on me’ with a laugh. But even in your almost asleep state you picked up on it, him calling you that name in front of all the lads, full of love. And you make a mental note to remind him to say that again after you’ve slept. Which you did, and he called you it everyday after, over and over and it did things to you everytime. It had seemed impossible for anything to top ‘love’ in that Barnsley accent, but, god, it’s just completely been obliterated.

He always looks sad, Harry Kane.

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A well needed win

hi can you write some angry smutty stonesy please xx

Always, anon x

and it’s after a game they should have won but didn’t, a game in which the refs decisions were clearly biased, a game in which John was obviously getting frustrated. So when he came to your house after the game and not his, you weren’t surprised. And when he roughly kissed you as soon as you opened the door you weren’t surprised: you’d been anticipating it. You weren’t shocked when he didn’t guide you to your bedroom but instead sat you on the windowsill, roughly pushing down your leggings as he kissed down your neck. He captured your moans in his mouth, working you with his fingers roughly and fast as you moaned his name into the room. He pushed himself inside you with a growl, one hand roughly on your hip - that’ll bruise - and the other leaving an imprint on the fogged up window. With each thrust he buried himself further inside you, your moans being collected by the air now as his mouth was busy biting and kissing your neck, your hands tugging at his hair. And you both gave into the ecstasy one after the other, his grip tightening on your hips. Then leans in with a cheekily smile, ‘I’m still mad at that ref, baby. Round two?’

Okay so I can be more active over Sunday-Tuesday so with some hope I’ll get through all the requests and more some

Any ideas for a multi-chapter story?

Eric and you breaking up, but getting back together after a year

And you’re seeing each other when dele has a party and he invites you - you still kept in contact - and you knew Eric would be there - dele had given you a pre-warning - so you’re not surprised when you’re pouring yourself a drink and your form is engulfed in a large shadow. ‘Dele told me you’d be here, how’ve you been?’ is thrown into the surrounding air and you’re answering back with a ‘I’ve been fine, hear you’ve been doing well. England squad, aye?’ And he’s smiling softly at you, telling you about Russia and all he’s done since you broke up and you’ve both forgotten about the party; relishing each other’s company. And dele catches sight of you mid conversation, stood in a corner filled with laughter and conversation and blushing cheeks and subtle touches and he’s smiling to himself, sick of his two friends complaining about their shit dates to him.

😭😭 loml part 1 x

Okay but dating jordan pickford and you're seeing that video emerge of him fighting and immediately you're worried but he ain't answering your calls and when he finally does he's absolutely fuming ?

Oh my conflicted Newcastle heart x (also if what they said to his girlfriend is true then our boy was rightfully angry. Incredibly stupid though)

so you see it on Twitter, it being on your timeline and you’re scared he’s hurt, scared he’s not going to be alright so you do what any girlfriend would do and call him. And it rings out and you think of how he needs to learn to control his temper because you always told him it would get him in to trouble. And you ring again and think about how it looked violent. And you ring again and think about how he could be hurt. And you ring again and think about how he could’ve gotten arrested. What if he gets kicked off the starting team? Or out of Everton? Or the England squad? And you know you’re overthinking it but could it’s so hard not t- ‘yeah, I’m here’. And you’re so happy he’s answered because at least this means he’s okay. You think. And you’re unsure of which of your worries to express first so you ask if he’s okay and he barely answers, haggered breathing down the line and you know he’s angry and you know you have to calm him down. And he’s suddenly shouting about how they insulted you, called you fat and ugly and worse words and your heart flutters a bit that he’d protect you but my god was he stupid. And you’re shushing him down the phone, whispering about how much you love him and how stupid they were. you know now isn’t the time to scold him for what he did - you’ll do that later - but it is the time for love and understanding and you just want him to be okay and he is when he hears your voice softly telling him to calm down and you love him and now he just can’t wait to get home. So after many assurances that he’s okay he promises to come home ‘provided there’s a brew waiting of course’ and you laugh at him as he hangs up, going to make that tea.