Stonseymylove

please do more nsfw (sort of, like the hickeys and stuff,) marcus rashford, need more of him in my life x

We all need more of him in our lives

and you’re getting ready for work, it taking longer than usual because you had to dedicate about 15 minutes to covering the purple bruises, cursing at Marcus in your head for causing this. And he comes up to you, wrapping his arms around you as you’re sat in front of your mirror, ‘get off Marcus’. And of course he’s not having that, laughing into your neck, kissing down it, arms tightening around you. ‘You’re taking of the makeup!’

Do you write for Dele?x

I do yes!

Playing football at st. Georges park with the three lions and they’re letting you win and you’re so bloody annoyed and del is like babying you and it just so cute xxxxxx

And your frustratedly hitting the grass as dele strolls over and sticks his hand out: ‘come on, love’ and you’re refusing his hand, standing up yourself and crossing your arms over your chest. ‘Del, stop letting me win’ and he’s stuttering out a ‘no idea what you’re talking about’ and Eric is yelling over at the two of you to hurry up, dele grabbing your hand and tugging you back. ‘Eric, tell Del to stop letting me win’ and Eric’s laughing at Dele’s indignation; ‘she’s not stupid dele, she knows she couldn’t win unless we let her’. Game on Dier

Hi can u write some more stonesy please he doesn’t get enough love on here & you’re very talented xx

thank you anon, john stones will always deserve more love

you’re in the crowd, watching him play and he’s playing so well and you’re so proud and sometimes he catches sight of you in the crowd, holding his daughter and laughing at the nonsense she speaks and he knows his name is on your back and those two things are enough to make him smile. and it’s on tv and it’s gifed and everyone loves his smile but you know it’s just for you. then the game finishes and he’s walking up to you, sweaty and tired, taking his daughter in his arms and you loved how he looked at her, how he spoke to her. and then he’s wrapping his other arm around your waist and kissing you softly and god you loved how he looked at you and you both felt so happy, so content, not caring that the cameras were capturing it and there’d be an article labelled ‘John Stones and his WAG put on a sizzling display’ because all you wanted was to get home, put his daughter to bed and show each other how in love you really were.

Basically I’m Gay

Free kicks like Messi’s just remind me that football takes thought and it’s not always just men running around with big dick energy frustrating the hell out of me?!? Like it’s not just dumb luck, the amount of thought put in by and talent that man has is unreal.

I love hearing about the vibes I give off cause I honestly have no idea

Birthday sex with John?

only one I’m writing today because I’m very uninspired but I figured this one should be out today!

and he’s slightly tipsy after coming back from a drink with the lads, his face tinted red and a wide grin as he sits himself on the couch, immediately grasping your thighs as you sit on his lap. And you’re teasingly shifting about, faces so close you can feel each other’s breath and he’s having absolutely none of it as he pulls you in by your neck, lips meeting in desperation and you’re pushing him back slightly with hands on his chest, undoing his jeans and disconnecting your lips. And you’re moving down, taking him all in, his cock hitting the back of your throat immediately as his head falls back and his eyes shut, breathy moans leaving his mouth as you work your magic. And soon he’s pulling you back up, reconnecting your lips as he works on your clothes now and he’s slipping inside of you as you moan into his mouth, gripping onto his hair and bouncing on his lap. And you’re both moaning into the air: each other’s names; decelerations of love; ‘this is just your first present, birthday boy’; ‘my god you’re wonderful’.

Nothing like seeing your favorite bastard on the pitch | Crystal Palace vs. Manchester City | April 14th, 2019

Drunk Stonesy is my new favourite thing… part one.