What If You Were A Really Famous Dancer And You Are Choreographing A Little Mix Performance And Alex

could you do some marcus rashford about jesse teasing him and the reader about her hickeys. i need to more marcus in my life

we all need more Marcus in our lives

he sees them when he comes over to play fifa with Marcus after training and you’re wandering about the house doing absolutely nothing. Then you wander in the front of the tv absentmindedly, collecting old mugs to have something to do and Marcus is complaining at you ‘we can’t see’ and throwing a pillow ‘you’re going to make me lose’ but Jesse isn’t even playing anymore he’s laughing ‘beansprouts has been busy’. And you’re confused until he’s pointing at your neck and you remember the marks Marcus had put all down your neck, you making no effort to cover up at home. ‘You been marking anything recently’ was laughed in Marcus face for weeks and everytime Jesse saw you, you can bet he was checking your neck - ‘let us see your neck’.

Johnny say something

via zinchie’s ig

Can you write something about John showing you off on social media whenever you hit a milestone in your career and he's always posting photos of you talking about how proud of you he is

he barely uses Instagram, but you can bet everytime you achieve even the smallest thing there’s a story of you both celebrating it, nothing direct or big - John’s not about that - it’s just a subtle show of how proud he is of you. And in interviews it’s always ‘the missus is good at that’, ‘yeah, my missus is incredible’, ‘it’s nice that both me and her can achieve by ourselves and be so supportive of each other’. And everyone finds it adorable, the lads find it annoying, and you feel lavished in love always.

Stop that……………..

do jealous stonesy!!

jealous stonsey my god

And it’s when you meet dele that it happens but of course you don’t notice it because you’re sat laughing along to everything he says, leaning forwards into his space, making him smile and laugh and gush about ‘John’s charming missus’. And John can’t hear what you’re saying, so he doesn’t know that you’re sat trading stories about him - not that it should matter. So when you leave you’re confused at the way he refuses to look at you as he drives home and the way he goes straight upstairs for a shower as you get in. And you’re making a cuppa downstairs when he comes back down, towel hung loosely around his waist, hair damp to his forehead and chest glistening so you take the opportunity to speak, ‘I had a good day today’. And he snaps back an angry ‘yeah I know’, and you’re shocked, holding his tea in your hands, feeling lost and not knowing what to do with it. ‘So you got along with dele. Like everyone else. That’s understandable. Of course you would’. And it makes you laugh. Your John. Being jealous of dele? How could he compare. So you wander up to him, stroking his huffing face, smiling at his decelerations of ‘oh so this is funny to you’ and mumbling assurances of love. Because of course you love him. And his face softens. Because of course he knows this, he’s just being irrational. And he’s pulling you into his chest, and you’re squirming and laughing, ‘no you’re wet’, and he smirks cheekily ‘I don’t mind when you’re wet, love’ and you’re laughing together and you hand him his tea and you spend the rest of the night showing him how much you love him - never anyone else.

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.

i said that i could be just what you wanted      as if i could ever keep a promise           as if i could ever keep a promise

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him…… in this kit…….. with that messy hair…… yelling…… i just…… W O W……..

John being the english man he is.