HES ALIVE AND LOOKING FINE AS HELL

Okay but riding John's thigh and you won't let him touch you and you're just going "till you get her face off your body you ain't touching me again babe, you'll just have to watch me get my self off"

and it started when your friend showed you some stupid article that mentioned he still had his tattoo and what it might suggest for the future of their relationship, and not that you have a problem with Millie but that rubbed you the wrong way so you sit at work, waiting to get home to him and show him who his girl is. And it seems like forever before you’re pulling into the driveway and walking into the living room, seeing him back from training sat on the sofa and flicking through Netflix. And god he looks good, of course he does, so you stride over to him, sit straddeling his thigh, his hands making immediate movements to your hips but you push him away and he’s shocked, mumblings of ‘love’ and ‘babe’ falling from his mouth as he desperately tries to grasp any part of your body. But you push him off every time, ‘till you get your face off her body you don’t get to touch me, babe’ and he’s groaning, sinking back into the cushion as he watches you through dark eyes, rocking back and forth on his thigh, small moans emitting from your mouth and he can barely contain himself, hands still trying to grasp, still being rejected, ‘you’ll just have to watch me get myself off’ and he hates it but god he loves it. The tattoo is gone within a week.

anon you’re killing me x

Yooo some rashford stuff maybe?? :-D I had a dream he kisses all of my operation scars on my tummy and I :-((((

You’re stood in front of a mirror, staring at your scars, tracing them, thinking about how much he might prefer you without them. Lost in thought, you don’t notice him entering the room until his arms slip around your waist and he’s kissing your neck, whispering ‘what ya doing’. But you don’t want to tell him, don’t want to be this vulnerable but he can tell - of course he can, Marcus is empathetic and sympathetic and everything you need right now - and he’s leading you to the bed and lying you on your back. Then he’s kissing down your stomach, giving extra attention to your scars and whispering how beautiful you look and how you would always look stunning to him no matter what and it’s a completely innocent and kind moment and just like him.

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.

Drunk Stonesy is my new favourite thing… part one.

Harry Winks. Dele comes over to spend time with Harry and Harry's girlfriend. When she was reaching for something from kitchen cupboard Dele saw bruises uppon her hips and he teases Harry.

‘What’s that on your hip?’ is the question that ruins Harry’s day. The second your shirt lifted up and dele got a closer look at them bruises the smirk that emerged upon his face made both you and Harry burn bright with redness, dele immediately taking that as an answer to his unasked question: you and Harry got a bit rough. ‘So you’re telling me, Harry gave you them? Puppy eyes over there.’ And you wanted to say how even though Harry plays all innocent he definitely wasn’t, he loved to roughly grab you in bed (and out of bed. Wherever it happened to take place), but instead you just stood and listened to dele’s comments: ‘didn’t know you were into that Harry’, ‘at least you’re getting some’. And of course dele laughed and of course he told every person in the Spurs dressing room and of course they all teased Harry too - ‘didn’t know he had it in him’ - but god was the sex good.

I don’t know why but I’m such a whore for bald fuzzy peach Eric 😩 like I don’t understand y’all obsession for him to grow his hair back. He looks a lot hotter and bulkier like this.

I flip between the hairstyle I prefer to be honest. It is two very different Erics.

Prince Hair Eric = take him home to your Mum, go on long walks, have boozy picnics and cuddle.

Buzz cut Eric = (to take inspo from @sendinthehuskies) would have one hand on the steering wheel whilst gently squeezing the back of your neck with other one as you are doing unspeakable things to him as he’s driving.

do a drunk stonesy one x

and he’s getting handsy at the bar, you and him celebrating with Bernardo after winning the title again. His hands are firm on your waist as he leans from behind you to order two new drinks, nibbling on your ear as you both wait. And you’re laughing at him and his glassy eyes and wandering hands, wide smile plastered over his face and eyes alight with love and triumph as he stumbles forward to retrieve your drinks, pulling you behind him to the table. And it’s a night of laughing so much you’re cheeks hurt by the end of it, John drunkingly dancing about - fortnite dances to your dismay - occasionally tugging you up with him and sloppily kissing your neck.

honestly i look up to tom holland’s version of spider-man because i too really want to date zendaya

The John Stones that played against Panama in the World Cup is the John Stones I want ok.

John taking you into the club toilet to remind you and everyone else you are his on a night out because you are wearing a tight dress and every guy is staring at you...

you were dancing in the middle of the club, body looking amazing in that dress he loved but he wasn’t watching you. Drink in hand, leaning against the bar, he was watching every other man in the club watch you - and he was angry. He couldn’t blame them, you looked incredible and he knew that and usually he wouldn’t even mind, knowing you were his but with the excess alcohol coursing through his veins he couldn’t stop himself from striding into the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the toilets. ‘John what are you-’ and his moth was on yours immediately, guiding you towards the sink. ‘Jump’ was whispered across your face as he made his way to your neck, hands on your hips, pushing up your dress, grip so tight he’d leave bruises. And he uses his fingers to give you pleasure, kissing down your neck, your moans engulfing the dimly lit club toilets sporadically in contrast to the rhythmic movements of his hands. And it’s all about you, not him. He’s showing everyone you’re his - ‘moan for me, baby’ - and he’s holding you close as you reach orgasm, collecting your moans in his mouth, and pulling your dress down again. ‘Now go show everyone that body again, love, now that it’s been marked as mine’ and you slap his shoulder as you notice the marks on your neck in the dirty mirror.