Okay But Can You Write Something About John Calling You The Missus For The First Time? Like Say You're

You’re telling me that Kieran Trippier and Joe Hart were out here holding hands and we all just ignored it?

→ england dorks and their handshake❣️

Hey babe do you write for footballers other than John ? I’m sorry i just followed you right now and didn’t go through your blog yet. If yes would you write some Sancho imagines ? Whatever you feel like writing. Love 💗

I write for basically everyone I’m requested provided I know of them and am comfortable doing the request! I have a few Jadon asks in my inbox so I’ll get around to them, though I don’t know him very well so I’ll probably watch some videos beforehand ❤️

— name a more concerned & supportive manager than poch❣️

John Stones AND Bernardo Silva. Spoiling me

SOMEONE STOP THIS MAN

Captain Stones

It suits you, John!

more smutty stonesy please !! Your amazing love x

aww thank you anon, it’s a longer one x

Running around a football pitch for ninety minutes can be tiring, a fact you came to know because of the aftermath of John’s matches - him falling exhausted into bed the minute he got home, regardless of if you were there or not. So, as much as you loved watching your man run about for ninety minutes, goal line clearances left and right, you relished the games he was a sub or he didn’t play - you loved a riled up John wanting to blow of steam. So when he pulled you hurriedly to his car after the game, hair wet from his post-game shower and adrenaline coursing through his veins from the 20 minutes he played, you didn’t resist one bit, your own car left forgotten. And he drove hurdily through the streets, navigating his way back to his house and you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, glancing over at John, who’s eyes were firmly fixed in the road. And then you decided to have some fun. It started off innocent. A small brush over his thigh, smirking to yourself at his tightening hands on the steering wheel. And you moved up and across, fingers skimming his bulge, hands on the steering wheel going white, smirk on your face growing as you pushed down his joggers, palming him through his underwear. His moan filled the quiet car and it was enough to get you to place your mouth around him in a state of passion, engulfing his entirety immediately, wanting to waste no time, and he squirmed beneath you, growling into the air, foot letting up on the gas pedal, as you gained rhythm. One white knuckle off the wheel, into your hair, pushing and pulling your head how he wants, and it was lustful and passionate and interrupted by the loud honking of a car horn behind you. And you jumped up in shock, John practically having stopped in the road, and you laughed to yourself as John hurriedly collected himself and drove on, definitely breaking the speed limit and both squirming at the thought of the rest of the night - and it’ll be a long one.

What if you were a really famous dancer and you are choreographing a little mix performance and Alex has invited Trent to come along and straight away Trent is so intrigued by you and finds out from Pez how much you’ve achieved like dancing for the likes of Beyonce and Rihanna

and he’s entranced as soon as he sees you teaching the girls, watching your every movement in fascination and of course when you give the girls a break and Perry excitedly runs over to Alex he’s asking her who you are and what you’ve done. And obviously you and Pez get on great so she’s bigging you up so much, telling you how you’ve danced for Beyoncé and Rihanna and of course you’d be embarrassed at how she’s talking about you, but she can see that glint in his eye as she has her arm wrapped around Alex. And they’re smirking to each other when he’s muttering a ‘wow’ as he walks off to talk to you doing stretches in the corner of the room.

Didn’t even play badly, just gave away a stupid penalty like always with the stupid mistakes and I fucking hate Newcastle