Stonseymylove

until you can’t believe there was a moment you didn't think they were.

hey just checking that my asks are going through sorry xx

Hey, love,

I think they most likely are I’m just being very, very unproductive because I’ve been a bit down lately, I’m sorry. I’ll get all the requests done soon, promise!

I was actually your pal till you said you wanted city to win the League 🥴 for a loyal Liverpool fan lmao x

Haha I’m very sorry! Genuinely because of John stones and Bernardo silva tbf and the fact that the only Liverpool fan I know in person I don’t particularly like so if I’m honest I just want them to suffer ahah. We can still be pals though I don’t care too much about who wins the league all I want is Newcastle to stay up!

Nothing breaks my heart more than Rondon being fucked off because Ashley won’t buy him and Pérez leaving in the summer and little Almirón just sat all alone without his two pals in the dressing room

Cause of death. This.

He always looks sad, Harry Kane.

southgate stop trying to make walker happen it’s not going to happen

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

giving winks a blowjob

And your moving your head in steady motions, hand working the parts you can’t get and he’s groaning slightly, hands in your hair, forcing you further down on him. And you’re gagging, eyes watering as his cock hits the back of your throat, his head thrown back and brown eyes rolling. And you’re looking up at him as you move back and forth, cock still hitting the back of your throat, taking all of him in this time and he’s barely able to articulate how fucking good you love, all of him in your mouth, eyes leaking and spit on your chin - so he just clings onto your hair tighter.

Can you write something about John being jealous of the fact that whilst he's at training you're at home with pickford and he's coming home ready to shout at you both because he thinks something's going on but when he walks in he sees you holding Jordan's son and he's rushing to your side all anger gone because that's his girl holding a baby and when they leave he's asking for a baby "I know I've already got one but she ain't a baby anymore, can we have one, something to show our love"

He’s on his way back from his bad training session, distracted the entire time after you sent him a text saying Jordan is coming round and he couldn’t get it out of his head the entire day. And he’s pulling into the driveway, hoping out the car, agitated at the thought of you and Pickford spending the entire day together, his mind wandering with possibilities. And he walks through the front door, making no exclamation of his arrival, expecting the worst. Instead he freezes, met with the sight of you holding Jordan’s son, all of the anger and annoyance that had built up throughout the morning dissipating at the image. And he’s slowly walking up to you - his girl, holding a child - and he’s kissing your cheek, greeting Jordan, eyes having to tear themselves away from you. So when Jordan leaves John’s arms are immediately around your waist as the door closes, leaning into your neck from behind, swaying you back and forth. ‘I know I’ve already got one and I love her to pieces but can we have one? One that’s ours. To show our love?’