Omg Do One For Stones!!

→ england dorks and their handshake❣️

The thing is if spurs aren’t gonna win the league I want city to win the league but on the other hand Jordan Henderson scored and it means so much to him and he wanted it so much and he was so happy so I’m happy.

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?’

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.

HES ALIVE AND LOOKING FINE AS HELL

john stones everybody

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.

Captain Stones

It suits you, John!

After thinking on it for a day I don’t blame Rafa for wanting to leave but I’m still simultaneously in denial and also fucking distraught.

loml part 2 x