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lc-fics · 19 days
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John Stones - Proud 18+
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Warnings: fluff, smut, NSFW (Oral Sex)
Word Count: 1.9k
Author's Note: I just HAD to write something after today, I couldn't help myself!
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Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days and she was honestly feeling this bubbling in her stomach that she really couldn’t subside no matter what she did.
She reminded herself as an excitable puppy, rushing around the house, racing to the window whenever a light flashed by from the main round, picking her phone up and down, refreshing her notifications, hoping that she would all of a sudden get that message to say that he was back, that he was home.
However she knew it would happen the moment she went upstairs to put on the bedroom lights and busy herself by placing away some of the washing she had done, the boring tasks that she usually put off for moments like this, when the sound of the gates scraping across the stone driveway sounded into the house, as well as the blinding lights illuminating the room.
She raced across the landing, her bare feet padding down the stairs, barely managing to remember to take each one as she may have had one extra drink than planned tonight, as she reaches the front door while she hears his key turning inside of the lock.
She reaches for the handle of the door, yanking it open as he lets out a laugh, his hand letting go of his keys as they now stay sat in the opened door while she jumps into his arms.
His laughter continues as her arms wrap around his neck as his wrap around her thighs, hoisting her up into his arms. She locks her ankles against his bum, tucking her face into his neck, inhaling the sweaty scent upon his skin.
“Missed me?” he mumbles out as he reaches one hand from her to pull his keys from the door as he steps them inside, kicking his City bag with his feet after dropping it on the floor when she leapt at him before closing the door behind them both.
“Yes” she speaks into his neck before pulling her face to level with his as her hands come up to rest onto his cheeks “I’m so fucking proud of you” she says back as he feels his heart swell.
He thought of her, the moment his foot connected with the ball, the moment he saw the net shake, he thought of her sat at home, watching it on their TV probably screaming at the top of her lungs.
And that’s exactly what she did.
She never got to go to the match today, with it being at Anfield it was deemed a risk to have friends and family at the grounds, mainly due with the fact that it was difficult to get them in and out safely. So after hearing this she was still reluctant to stay at home but John assured her that it was for the best and that even though he hoped they would win, he couldn’t promise that she would be missing a great match.
But boy could he be wrong.
She had leapt out of her seat as the ball went into the net, shouting out, and scaring the dog in the motion, that this was her boyfriend, her man had just scored in front of the Anfield crowd. When he jumped up to celebrate, fists raised and so much praise thrust upon him, she had tears in her eyes, crying out that she was so proud of him, so thankful for him to be in this stage of his career where he couldn’t be pigeon holed, when he could be himself and play the way that suits him and succeed time and time again.
Their group chat had gone wild, his sister and mum messaging their reactions, as well as her family dropping messages too, she was beaming with pride while watching everyone they love praise the man she loved.
She watched the rest of the match, on the edge of her seat, once Liverpool had equalised she was just praying and hoping for a draw, knowing this would be the best case scenario.
However even if the result wasn’t what they wanted she knew it was still better than what was expected of them so when the final whistle blew she looked for him in the crowd, seeing everyone want to congratulate him, seeing him soak it up and she just couldn’t wait for him to get home.
He had messaged her once he got on the bus, with her already gushing over his performance, as well as his post-match interview, how ‘cute’ he looked, which he joked he should be classed as ‘manly’ or something rather than the same thing she would use to describe a fluffy bunny, but she just laughed and told him if the shoe fit, but either way she was just so desperate for him to leave Liverpool and be back in Manchester as soon as possible.
So since she had free time she’d been drinking, she’d also been undressing, which had also led her to sending messages and pictures to John, firstly just normal messages, then flirty, then suggestive and then the last few were rather racy which led John to tell her he wasn’t replying, but he did want her completely naked EXCEPT for his shirt on when he got home and of course she happily obliged.
He smirked now as he stopped walking placing her up against the wall as his hand comes back to her waist, hitching up the hem of his shirt to feel underneath it, his eyes looking in hers as he feels her bare skin, before he dips his thumb into the inside of her thighs, feeling the lack of underwear as he slips it lower, her slick skin coming into contact with his cold thumb.
“Good girl” he rasps against her lips as she grins at him.
“Wanted to make you proud” she replies back as he smiles at her “wanted to show you how proud I was of you”.
He grins at her now “baby you always make me proud” he coos at her, full of cockiness and embracing this whole energy he has felt since scoring today “and I know you’re proud of me, but if you want to remind me …” he trails of as she grins at him before crashing her lips into is, his mouth immediately parting as she slips her tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste every part of him immediately.
He pushes her harder into the wall now, his tongue greedily lapping at hers as she moans out, her fingers now reaching around to grip into his damp hair, feeling the way the strands feel between her fingers as his crotch nudges against hers.
He had been worked up on the bus, trying his hardest to look at his messages without other’s seeing them, he didn’t really want anyone else looking at his girl if he couldn’t help it, especially not in that way. But as well he couldn’t really keep looking at his phone, seeing her posing in front of the mirror, showing off her bare thighs or reading the things she wanted to do to him later, the mess she wanted him to make of her, the way she wanted to feel him, it had become too much.
However now that he was home, in the comfort of their house, with her in his arms he thought he could definitely indulge in it, feed into his ego a bit more and what better way than having her do everything she promised for him.
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“That’s it” he rasped out, his hand sitting in her hair, the makeshift ponytail he has made lightly wrapped around his fist, while she looks up at him through watery eyes “fuck” he moans out, feeling the sting of her nails in his thighs as he draws his hips back and snaps them forward again, nudging the back of her throat over and over again.
But she loves it, she loves the slight discomfort, the tiny bit of painful pleasure as he fills up her mouth with his length while his eyes look down at hers.
She had immediately dropped to her knees the moment that he had carried her upstairs, placing her feet on the carpet momentarily as she slunk to her knees gripping onto his training pants and dragging them down with her.
He had joked that she was eager which she nodded up at him agreeing as she gripped onto his base and working him up before slipping him into her mouth within seconds. She really was desperate for him and she didn’t care, she loved being obsessed with him.
And he loved watching her like this, hungry for him, eager to please him, to let him do whatever it was he wanted, to just make him happy. But the thing was he was always happy with her, he was so unbelievably in love with her and she knew that, outside of the bedroom he was literally in awe of her, lost in her orbit all the time, constantly wanting to be better for her.
However when they got behind closed doors, and clothes came off they kind of switched positions, he became a bit more self-assured and she became a bit more doe eyed and keen to please and it worked for them.
She ran her tongue on the underside of him, as he pulled her back till just the tip was inside of her mouth as she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking slightly as he hissed at the sensitivity, he was close, he had been for a while and even though he kind of wanted to cum from fucking her, he did think that they could maybe make the most of it tonight, maybe instead of him always given her multiple orgasms he could have a couple too, he was feeling brazen tonight.
So as he slams his hips forward watching her gag as he moans out “eyes on me baby” as she groans, her throat contracting slightly as he draws her back and for the again, praising her with words like “so good for me baby” and “perfect mouth, perfect girl” he can feel himself teetering on the edge and he doesn’t want to stop.
“Gonna cum” he tells her as she digs her nails into his thighs tighter, spurring him on even more, feeling that admiration wash over himself as he looks down at her “keep your eyes on me” he chokes out as he feels himself start to spill into her warm mouth, milking him dry as his chest heaves forward slightly while his hands now come to rest on the side of her face as he draws her off of him slowly, helping her to her feet as he crashes his lips into hers, tasting himself on her tongue.
She grins into the kiss, feeling a little bit light headed herself as he holds her tightly, savouring the kiss before he pulls back, looking into her eyes and realising what an amazing day he’s already had, how monumental his goal could be in the title challenge again like he seems to do for City when he needs it, but he realises he couldn’t do any of this without her by his side, without her support, without her love, without his girl.
But before he can get too soppy, and before she can tell him how proud she is of him once again he smirks at her and speaks “now it’s your turn baby”.
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nosugarallspice · 7 months
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john john johnny stonessssss with "I never thought you could make such sweet noises" - perhaps he walks in on you with you're taking care of yourself or whateverrrrrr (girl idk how to phrase it without making myself laugh)
Johnny Stonessss // bitch this is kinda sexy wtf👀
Minors DNI!!!
Word count : 354
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You grew impatient as you waited for John to come home. He told you he’d be back by 4 this afternoon but here you are- still waiting and it’s now 7.
The sensation in between your legs grew by the second, you tried your best to ignore it, squeezing your thighs together tightly in an attempt to ease the feeling.
You wanted to wait for him, you’d very much rather feel his cock buried deep inside you but you gave in and settled on using your fingers instead.
A loud sigh escaped your lips as your fingers gathered up your silk: now tracing circles over your clit, soon slipping two fingers in between your folds.
Your head fell back into the pillows as moans fell from your lips, your fingers moving fast- the mix of your wetness and whimpers could be heard.
You were so caught up in what you were doing that you didn’t notice John come into the room, a smirk on his lips as he watched you fuck yourself with your own fingers.
“I never thought you could make such sweet noises.”
Immediately stopping your movements, your eyes shot open, “J-John? When did you get home?” Your face is completely red after getting caught.
“Not long ago,” he smiled, “why’d you stop? I was enjoying the show.”
“Come finish it, I’ve been waiting for you.” You whined, it came out more bratty than you expected but, John did leave you waiting.
He quickly made his way over to the bed, now hovering over you. His hand instantly makes its way in between your legs. “You’re so wet, all this for me?” You nodded eagerly, pushing against his hand. “Please.” You whimpered
“Someone is needy.” He smiled, his fingers slipping into your aching cunt, leaving you feeling full, just the way you like.
Your legs shook as he worked his fingers inside of you, moans falling freely from your lips. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as your release approached.
“John.” You cried out, your hand gripping his wrist as he moved his fingers faster.
“I know baby, go ahead, cum for me.”
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szobosz · 10 months
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your actions have consequences, love // js x reader
Warnings: smut, daddy kink, degradation kink, spanking, dom/sub, restrains and blindfolds.
Words: idk it was written on my notes app
Summary: after accidentally moaning someone else’s name during sex, John has no choice but to punish you
not proofread. thank you to @percervall for sound boarding this w me ily ❤️
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‘Oh, James,’ you moan, clenching your legs, trying to gather as much friction as possible. ‘More, please, please, please.’
‘What the fuck did you say?’ John snaps, his thick Barnsley accent bleeding through, his body stilling, pulling out of you and making you whimper at the loss of contact.
You’re so frustrated you’re unable to speak, only looking up at your lover in confusion. You sit up, trying to wrap your arms around your boyfriend but he steps away, looking at you with dark eyes.
‘I asked you a fucking question, Princess,’ he growls. ‘What the fuck did you say?’
‘I-I asked for more,’ you whimper, biting your bottom lip, confused about John’s sudden change in attitude.
‘Who the fuck is James, baby?’ he says the last word sharply, anger seeping out of his pores.
‘I don’t know,’ you whisper, biting your bottom lip, once more reaching out for some contact.
‘So why did you cry out his name? Beg him to fuck you? To give you more, huh?’
‘It was a mistake, my love,’ you crawl out of bed, ignoring how your thighs are sticky from arousal and walk over to John, holding him despite his reservations. One hand goes to his cheek, forcing him to look down at you, as the other wraps around his body.
‘I love you, John Stones,’ you declare, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze. ‘I don’t know why I moaned someone else’s name. I don’t even know a James. You know I don’t think about anyone other than you. I’m sorry, my love.’
‘You’re gonna have to make it up to me, now, love,’ John scoffs, pushing you back down onto the bed. ‘Stay there and put your arms above the headboard.’
Quickly, you position your arms the way John wants, watching as he goes into the wardrobe. Craning your neck to see, John takes out a box from the back and your brows furrow - you’d never noticed it before. Why is John getting it now?
When John saunters back to you, he attaches some silk handcuffs to your arms, making sure they’re not tapped around the bed frame, restraining you from touching him.
‘John,’ you pout, tugging gently at the restraints. John pushes his thigh up to your soaking cunt, applying just the slightest pressure to make your body break out in goosebumps.
‘Oh, princess,’ he taunts, pushing apart your legs and grazing his plump lips across your folds. ‘This is your punishment.’
‘Daddy,’ you whine, fruitlessly trying to buck your hips upwards in a desperate attempt to get some friction but John’s large hand pins you down. He’s got a cruel, taunting smile on his face, his thumb wiping away your tears of frustration. ‘Please fuck me.’
‘Do you think you deserve to be fucked?’ he taunts, letting out a dry, humourless chuckle. ‘Was I not fucking you good enough before? Huh? Was that it?’
‘N-no,’ you whimper as John pinches your hard nipples, watching as you writhe underneath him, his thigh still pressing against your core. ‘It was a mistake.’
‘Oh, so were you just getting greedy? Did you want Daddy to fuck you harder?’ John sneers, making your heart race as he calls himself Daddy. You know you’ve really pissed him off now. ‘Are you so much of a little slut that you forgot how to ask for more? That you wanted to upset me?’
You’re unable to answer, body still keening into John’s touch. He wraps his mouth around your nipple, sucking and nipping at it as you try and arch upwards, your body desperate for more. With each ministration, your brain gets foggier and foggier, unable to recognise what John is saying to you.
‘I asked you a question, Princess,’ John says, voice low and thick as he pulls away from you.
Letting out a frustrated cry, you stare back at John in the hopes that he would touch you again. His cock is hard, and you know that he’s using all of his self-restraint to not fuck you.
‘Hmm?’ you let out a confused sound to which John replies with an unimpressed tut, grabbing the box again. ‘Daddy, what are you doing?’
John ignores you, looking for something. Anticipation and anxiety build on your stomach, concerned about what your boyfriend has in store for you.
‘What’s your safe word?’ he asks, walking to the side of the bed where your head is.
‘Cherry,’ you rush, clenching your thighs together.
‘Lift your head up,’ he commands and you do, letting the silk cover your eyes. Fuck. You’re in for it tonight. ‘Since you want to be nothing more than a little cum dumpster, I’ll use you as such. You’re just a fucking hole for me.’
You feel him spit on your soaked sex, the action making you shiver. You can hear and feel it, but you’re also able to see him do so in your mind. The image burnt into your brain.
John thrusts two fingers into you, causing you to jolt in surprise, body arching up until you’re stopped by the restraints.
‘So fucking desperate,’ he says, punctuating each word with a scissor of his fingers. ‘I could fuck you right now if I wanted and you’d fucking take all of me, wouldn’t you, slut?’
‘Yes, oh, please, Daddy,’ you beg. ‘Please use me. I’m yours to use.’
You hear John shuffle and feel the bed dip in front of your parted legs. Biting your lip, you wait as patiently as possible, trying not to provoke your boyfriend any further.
John runs his fingers through your arousal, covering the thick digits before pushing them into your mouth. You suck them clean, imagining it’s his cock.
‘You know what, Princess?’ he asks, voice thick with arousal as he undoes your restraints. ‘I don’t think you’re ready for me yet.’
You cry out, devastated by the statement before letting out a yelp as John flips you onto your front, presenting your arse to him.
‘I don’t think you’ve been punished enough, yet,’ he laughs, landing a sharp hit to your arse. ‘Thank me like the dirty, desperate whore you are.’
‘T-thank you, daddy,’ you whimper, the sting radiating across your flesh. He repeats the action, alternating between each cheek as you continue to get more aroused. Your wetness drips down your thighs, seeping into the sheets beneath you. Everything is emphasised with your lack of sight, forcing you to feel more of everything.
‘Arms back up,’ John commands and instinctively, you do so, your hands fumbling to find the headboard. Still on your stomach, John parts your legs, pushing into you entirely.
Unable to stop your wanton moan as John bottoms out inside of you, you wrap your legs back around his torso, trying to entice him into your warmth. He’s rough, fingers leaving bruises on your hips as he thrusts into you with the sole intent of his own pleasure. Your cunt takes every inch he gives you, John fucking you as if his life depends upon it, balls slapping your raw arse as the room is filled with the tell-take sound of your wetness.
‘Fucking take it,’ John grunts, grabbing your throat. His cock brushes against your clit, your eyes filled with stars as your stomach tightens, the coil turning more and more with every thrust. ‘Don’t you dare fucking come.’
You whimper and whine, desperate to come. It takes everything inside of you not to as John continues to push into you, his cock flexing and twitching, letting you know that he’s close.
‘Daddy, please,’ you beg, squeezing your eyes shut despite not being able to see. Your feet are curled up, your body so close to the edge and your walls clenching around John more, gripping him in desperation. With your grip around him, he cums, shooting his warm cum inside of you. Filling you.
‘Fucking take it,’ John grunts, his thrusts getting sloppy. He continues to fuck him cum back inside of you, your oversensitive cunt aching for your release. He pulls out, appreciating the sight of you before commanding that you come for his pleasure. To come for his to watch.
Your orgasm washes over you hard. Body shaking as you scream until your throat is raw before your satiated body is heavy, slumped into the bed. John quickly takes off the blindfold, your eyes struggling to adjust to the light as your boyfriend flips you onto your back, careful of your arse.
‘You okay?’ he asks, examining your face. You only nod, too exhausted to properly respond
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valentinajadehill · 10 months
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john stones masterlist
bluemoonstonesy masterlist
shirt number o
something in disguise part one, part two, part three, part four
fake proposal o
walker part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
teasing o
instagram au o
meet-cute o
nosy o
don't be such a scrooge o
just the two of us o
just relax o
tour guide o
my forever o
yours o
a little bit jealous o
unspoken x
wear my name x
don't flatter yourself o
unspoken proposition ft ruben dias x
torn between
table twenty-six part one, part two
the death of me o
why don't we change that? o
drunk karaoke o
see, now, was that so bad? o
new addition to the family o
twelve songs o
from the sidelines o
oh my god, you're in love with her o
medical attention o
the favourite o
between the bedsheets part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven
not my boyfriend o
flatmate o
three's a crowd ft mason mount x
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footballerimaginess · 9 months
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Would love a blurb where you and John have been dating for a while and you help his daughter from a previous relationship make something for father's day and the girl tells him all about it when she gives him his presents
Word Count: 351 "y/n, will you help me?" you heard a small voice peeking round the kitchen door. "yes sure" you smiled, pushing your book away to see what John's daughter wanted. "I want to make something for Daddy" she grinned as she climbed up onto the stool beside you as she laid out all of the papers and pens she had with her on the table.
"Aww of course, are you asking for my help?" you asked, nodding away excitedly. "So what did you have in mind?" you asked as she showed you a detailed plan she had made already. "Oh wow, you have already done so much. I don't think you need my help" you smiled as she quickly shook her head, dismissing your claim. "I want you to help" she smiled as you coloured in one of the drawings she had. "I want to tell Daddy how much I love him, make him a hand made book and you can really help me" she gave you a big cheesy grin. "Of course" you smiled as you started writing out all of the pieces that she had done already. "You have done so well already, Daddy will love all the effort and love that you have put into making this for him" you told her as a big smile appeared on her face as you made sure the book was looking all neat and in place. - "Daddy I made you something" you smiled as you watched her hand over the book she'd made. "Oh baby, i am in love with this. Thank you so much" John's smile lightened up as he opened the book and read it all. "y.n helped me with it. She is amazing, look how good she has done it" you smiled. "Aww really, that is so lovely of you. I am glad you two get on so well" he grinned as you gently nodded. "I love seeing you two together" he pressed a kiss onto his daughter's head. "Thank you so much darling, I am so grateful for you" you watched on as they both cuddled together.
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football-and-fanfics · 7 months
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The Jar - John Stones
Who: John Stones Prompt: Helping you cooking Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none
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John insisted on helping you make dinner for tonight. Since you didn’t trust his cooking skills much, you put him in charge of some minor and simple tasks, such as opening jars, washing the lettuce and cutting the vegetables. 
"Is there, like, some secret way to do this?" John complained as he furiously tried to twist the lid off a jar of pickles. You chuckled, watching him struggle with it for a few seconds. "No, just twist it. Put some muscle into it." "No, not working." John strained as he applied all the force he could muster. "Maybe this will work."
You turned around just in time to see John try to pry the lid off the jar with a knife. "No! Don’t do that!" You slapped his hand with the knife away from the jar in a reflex. "You’ll hurt yourself. And I’m not explaining to Pep why his defender is missing a finger." John snorted with laughter at that image in his head. "That would indeed be an awkward conversation."
You took the jar from John’s hands. "Come on, this can’t be that hard, though." You gave the lid a gentle twist and it instantly came loose. "See? Easy-peasy." "That thing is cursed," John grumbled, but you saw the smirk, too. "No, it’s not," you chuckled, "you’re just weak in the hands." "Hm." John hummed tauntingly, eyes twinkling mischievously. "After dinner, I might show you just how weak in the hands I am." You gave him the most teasing look. "Surprise me, bad boy."
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footballffbarbiex · 2 months
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player: John Stones words: 712 request: John Stones - you / your - 500 - 750 words - Going gift shopping with him while you are pregnant so you end up buying things also for the baby, all so sweet and fluff please
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“We could just get everything online, you know?” John says as he pulls up his hood a little more and tweaks his beanie beneath it. 
It was cold in Manchester. Freezing perhaps. And it wasn’t even winter yet. The icy wind doesn’t help, creating a colder environment than it is because of it. Frost lays thicker on the ground, giving the illusion of a thin snowfall. It was still slippy as hell and John made sure that you remained standing upwards. 
“It’s not the same. We get enough deliveries on a day to day basis. Christmas should be more personal.” You counter, and pull out your phone to check, once more, which store was next. It’s a list you’ve checked far too many times that you should have memorised by now but it’s always best to look again. You’d hate to leave anyone off and ideally, you’d like to wrap it all up today if possible. 
One of John’s bodyguards has taken care of one lot of bags, taking them back to the car so that you two can concentrate on remaining on your feet and not having to worry about leaving some items behind or struggling with too many. John has shown a little enthusiasm when entering certain stores but for the most part, he’s hoping not to be noticed and trying to get through this with minimal damage to his bank account. 
You pause outside Next, noticing that they have a Next baby section in this one. “I didn’t realise the baby is on your list.” 
“You of all people should know that the baby is always on the list.” you reply and wiggle your shoulders in a happy dance while throwing signals with your thumb as you walk in backwards while grinning and John follows obediently while shaking his head. 
He knows as well as you that this is going to be one of the times that you drop the most amount of money. Though you do try to be smart about it, you’ve been around enough babies to know how quickly they grow and so know how pointless it is to drop too much money on the early stages of their life when they outgrow the clothes far too quickly. Newborn and first sizes should really be kept to the bare basics. Plenty of vests and baby grows. Anything over a month to 3 months you can have a little fun with but this stage will also be outgrown far too quickly. 
Quite a few people you know, including several brands thanks to John, have already bought and sent quite the haul of newborn clothes, so that’s one less stage for you to stockpile. With Christmas sales in full swing, you fully plan to utilise them for the upcoming year, buying quite a few for the age groups past 3-6 months. You didn’t want to be caught short but were happy to pick up a few extras if needed. Of course, the sales wouldn’t count for certain seasons and they would be picked up at a later date. 
You scan the rows and tables of clothes, eyes searching every different set as you pick up a few and hold it in the air to examine. 
“I prefer that one,” you hear John say and watch as his arm extends past you to touch at the fabric of the one he’s chosen. 
“Yeah, me too.” you nod in agreement as you turn the item this way and that to get a better look at it. 
“I still can’t believe that she’ll be this size.” There’s a softness in his voice as he takes it from you with one hand and drapes it over his other as he tries to envision a very real, squirming baby in it. You turn to face him and grin as he holds it up to your bump, an action you do frequently when hanging up or folding the clothes in her nursery as you put them away. She’s not due for another month and nesting is well and truly kicking in now for you. Sometimes you find yourself sitting on the floor, burying your face into the soft fabrics and taking in the smell of the baby softener. 
Unbeknown to you, so does John. 
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Can I request 25 off your prompt list for john stones please x
A/n: hi anon!! Thank you for your request! This’ll be my first john piece so I hope it doesn’t disappoint❤️‍🔥
Also a reminder that my requests are OPEN!!
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Redamancy
(N)the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full
“Would you just hold still, John?” You spoke, trying to keep your voice from wavering, the burning sensation of John’s stare lingering on your skin as you finished tying the dark navy tie around his neck, something which, despite his best efforts, he failed to do himself. However now, as he held your waist gently, his eyes tracing your features where the rich light of the 6pm sun skimmed your skin, a not so subtle smirk on his lips and a space no wider than the clothes you both wore between your bodies, you wondered if he ever really tried to tie it himself in the first place, as if this wasn’t his plan all along.
He still made you nervous, even three years after you first met. Not the hesitant or doubtful type of nervous, but the beautiful, deep sense of excitement, teenage romance type of nervous, and despite the aspirations to win medals and trophies, he made it his lifelong goal to make sure you knew he loved you the same, ‘more even’ he always claimed, but you could never agree with that. The butterflies that accumulated in your stomach never left, only growing when his skin touched yours, his fingers running up and down the expanse of your waist, his fingers climbing higher towards your collar bone, tracing the shape, before moving along your arm, grazing your skin, making his way to your wrist. He pulled your hand away from his tie to place barely there kisses against the inside of your wrist,
“John” you giggled softly, “let me finish”
“It’s done” he whispered into your skin, his kisses moving back towards your shoulder as he pulled you impossibly closer, placing your arm around his neck, your other still grasping his tie, habitually admitting defeat, using the material to pull him closer.
His lips captured your own, a few fleeting kisses being shared before he brought his free hand to the nape of your neck, holding you close as he placed a final, more passionate, yet still gentle kiss upon your lips, pulling a hum of satisfaction from your throat,
A content breath escaped your lips, settling your head to rest on his chest, listening to the quickening beat of his heart as you both stood bathing in the quiet of your bedroom.
“We should get going” John’s voice broke the silence after a few moments, the charity dinner you’d been invited to only fifteen minutes or so away from beginning.
“Mhm” you hummed in agreement, the two of you reluctantly pulling apart, yet staying as close as possible as you took one final glance over each other before you left the house.
“I love you” even if you were to have your eyes closed, you would be able to here the smile in his voice,
“I love you” you returned, a giddiness washing over you as you placed what you swore to be a final kiss to his lips,
“Your ties still wonky”
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blueathens · 2 years
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Welcome To The Stones’
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Summary: After John yells at the children, they discover that the third child is on their way.
Song: September Song by JP Cooper  Quote: “Will you all be quiet and leave your poor mum alone!”
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“Will you all be quiet and leave your poor mum alone!”
His voice was loud, loud and strong enough to make the entire family freeze in their spots, looking at him with widen eyes and faces of shock. His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling as his finger continued to point to the ground. He has never looked angrier in his life as he glares at two children who were in the middle of trying to rip the teddy out of the other’s hand.
One of their hands fell from the teddy though, leaving it in the hands of the other but it feel limp in their hands as they both looked at their father. They were no longer yelling over their mum who was trying desperately to get them quiet, hand pressed against her stomach as she winces every now and then at the babies’ movement.
The house didn’t fall quiet until John made his way into the living room, inspecting the disaster before yelling at them to be quiet, which has left them all in the conditions they were in right now – utter shock.
It didn’t last long though as the children began to cry at the loudness of him, and if Y/n could she would glare at her husband before ushering her children over to her to hug them and tell them it was all okay. But she couldn’t as she was too busy breathing in and out as she laid across the sofa.
“J-john, apologise right now,” Y/n calls over the screams of their children, hand adding pressure to the side of the stomach as she winces in the pain, and John instantly notices this, falling to his knees to shuffle towards the children, wrapping them in his hands as he presses kisses to the side of their heads, whispering words of apologises as his eyes stayed on his wife.
“Daddy is very sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over as his brows furrow more as he watches Y/n trying to raise to her feet and when she did she slowly made her way towards them, hand on her back and the other on her stomach, mouth in an ‘o’ shape as she tried her best to keep her breathing even as she made her way to her family.
“Love-”
“Not know John,” she hisses, a hand moving to run through her son’s hair to soothe him as he hugs into his dad along with their daughter.
“Love your-”
“I said not now,” her pointed look at him was deadly, and if it was any other situation John would be giving her some space, but this wasn’t any other situation.
“Love please just-”
“You had no right to yell at-”
“I know, I know but-”
“I had it under control and-”
John shook his head, unwrapping his arms from his children and lifting his daughter of his knee that she was once sitting on to hold onto him. He moved away from them and held Y/n’s hands, making her look into his slightly concerned eyes as he moves some hair out of her face with his hand.
“What John?” She snaps, and all John showed her was a small smile before whispering:
“Y/n, love, your water just broke.”
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emwritesfootball · 11 months
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saying i love you with john stones x
You both could feel it long before it was said out loud, but you were the first to say it. "I love you, you know?" The words were out of your mouth one lazy morning, the two of you cuddling in bed. You were tracing the tattoo he'd gotten just for you, looking up at him shyly from where your head was positioned on his chest. You watched him take in your words, a small smile spreading across his lips. "You do?" "Of course I do," you replied, pressing a kiss to his pec. "Good, 'cause I love you, too."
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chilly-me-softly · 2 years
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Can I request something for stones, where you're a new physio in Manchester city and he have like a huge crush on you, he try to flirt with you and his teammates tease him about it or something like that.
Thank you so much in advance 🤍
"Stonesy, are you with us again?" Kyle elbows him receiving a glare in response, but his friend doesn't seem to care too much amused by the situation and the effect it has on John.
You've been working for the team for six months now, three since you were given a pass to work alone with the players. John has seen your change day by day, from a helpless little chick looking around for approval to the increasingly confident woman standing up to everyone. He couldn't deny that you were a beautiful person, and he couldn't deny his red cheeks every time you spoke to him or his stammering either - even if he tried to hide it as best he could.
He had had to work with you because of his umpteenth injury. It wasn't possible that every time he was on training camp with England, he had to withdraw because of some injury or come back with something out of place. He was down that day, he had been forced to return to City but he really hoped it was nothing that would sideline him for long. He had just picked up a rhythm, he had just started to feel like himself again.
"Oh Stonesy not again" you had sighed as you saw him sit down on the cot, his ankle again on that table. "I'd gladly give you mine if it wasn't three times smaller... imagine how you'd limp" and that nonsense had been enough to make him chuckle and stop feeling sorry for himself for a while, while you'd checked his ankle to make sure there was no long-term damage.
And he'd been staring at you while you did your job, focused on causing him as little discomfort as possible but having to investigate in order to give him a definitive verdict.
A week of light training and you'd seen each other most days for targeted treatments, John wasn't the usual grumpy guy struggling with an injury and he'd caught his teammates' attention who'd wasted no time in teasing him. John had to have his eyes and ears on constant alert when you could be around them, you never knew what those guys might say or do to embarrass him. Because never in his life would he make a move and never would he admit to having a crush on you.
"See you tomorrow Stonesy" you greet him and he smiles at you waving his hand awkwardly, his friends chuckles on the background.
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lc-fics · 3 months
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However for him, even though he wants to hold back and have some self-restraint, wanting to see her wriggle and whine underneath him, begging him for more like he does with the other girls before, he just can’t. Because all he keeps thinking about is the fact that this won’t happen again, that they won’t be doing this with one another again. And how she uttered the words ‘just for tonight’ to him hours earlier and he is now trying to work through any kind of loophole he could with the fact it’s still dark outside when he woke up in his bed, hard and in need of relief, so technically it was still the night.
“Fuck” he moaned out against her lips as his fingers teased down lower, between her thighs as she opened them up the moment his tips danced along her skin, an invitation for him to do more, to do whatever it was that he wanted to do her “need this” he mumbled against her jaw as his teeth scraped lightly into her skin while his fingers felt how slick she was, how warm she felt and how he wanted more than anything to waste no more time and settle himself between those thighs.
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nosugarallspice · 7 months
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My bday will be on Tuesday and I was wondering if you could write some fluff/fluff getting hot with John plsss
of course! happy birthday! I hope you have a great day/night<3
Minors DNI!!
Author's Note: don’t worry! I’ll be posting some more stuff that you all requested from me. I just wanted to get this out because it’s a birthday request!
Word Count: 275
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Since it was your birthday, John had an entire day planned just for you. Throughout the day he showered you with little gifts. Of course towards the evening he took you to the restaurant you’ve been wanting to try. They had been fully booked the past few months so once they had an opening he jumped at the opportunity and got reservations.
After a long night out, you finally reach home.
“Dinner was amazing.” You said, you’re back towards John as you stood in front of your vanity mirror while you took off your jewelry.
You felt John hug you from behind. You smiled, leaning back into him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it babe, you deserve it.” He kissed your neck. “You looked so beautiful tonight.”
You smiled, tilting your head to the side, giving him better access. “You didn’t look too bad yourself.” His hands found the hem of your dress, now lifting it up, just enough to expose your panties to him.
He pulled them to the side, brushing over your clit before pushing into you, instantly groaning as your warmth surrounded him. Your hips slam against the vanity, as he picks up the pace- hard and rough, just the way you like.
The straps on your dress slid off your shoulders, exposing your bare chest to him as he fucked into you from behind, he had one hand firmly gripping your hip while the other one slid up your back, gripping your neck, pulling you back against him.
Your back was now pressed against his chest, pushing him at a deeper angle, hitting your sweet spot.
“Take me so well baby” he whispered in your ear. Unable to verbally respond, your whimpers spoke for you.
Your release approached, along with his. Your body shook as he continued to fuck his cum deep inside you.
“Happy Birthday, my love.”
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szobosz · 8 months
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Love song by Lana del Rey with Stonesy pls 💕
love song // js x reader
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thank you for sending this in!!!
not beta read - nothing i write is tbf
warnings: none
words: 0.7k
oh, be my once in a lifetime
the bride and groom say their goodbyes, prompting you, john, and the rest of the guests to slowly file out of the venue. the fresh white roses now a little soft, confetti scatters across the floor, and a faint smell of champagne lingers in the air.
you can't wait for it to be your turn, the bride's bouquet weighing heavy in your hands. rolling the stems in one hand, the other is enveloped by john's larger one, using him as a support as you make your way out.
'don't wanna go home yet,' you mumble, side pressed into john's body. your feet hurt but you're not ready for the night to end. not ready to leave the little bubble of love you've been surrounded by since the sun began to rise this morning.
john nods, driving in the opposite direction of your home until he finds a little park. it's still light out. the air still smelling of grass and summer, and the two sit down. just appreciating the other's presence.
you sit in silence. neither of you needing to say another word. the bouquet long forgotten in the car but there was something about the way he looked at you when you caught it. like it was a sign. a blessing from whatever angels that may exist that you are the one.
lying on your chest, in my party dress
after a while, you grow tired of sitting, needing to move just a little. your hands intertwined with john's, your cheek against his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. you've never felt more at home. more where you should be.
it's not intentional for the tears to fall, leaving makeup on john's pressed white shirt. you jolt up the second you notice but john stops you, pulling you back down onto him.
'sweetheart?' his voice is so tender. soft. caring. fuck, if you ever needed any more proof about how much he loves you, this is it. it's so subtle yet it holds everything you've ever needed. 'what's wrong?'
'i don't know,' you whisper, letting out a small, dry chuckle. jiohn strokes your head, trying to soothe the little hiccups and you close your eyes, breathing in the scent of him. 'i'm just so happy...i'm so grateful to have you. so lucky to have you.'
john just laughs, kissing the top of your head before using the same reverent tone as before, 'i'm the lucky one, love.'
i'm a fucking mess but i
wiping the tears with the back of your hand, you shake your head before looking up to peck him on the lips. ever so gently, just a touching of your lips. chaste. like a ghost. but you don't need anything more in this moment.
'i love you,' you whisper, pressing your lips against john's once more, letting him deepen it, slipping his tongue into your mouth. 'i love you so much.'
the tears don't seem to stop. each new one rolling down your face only serving to make even more of a mess of your makeup but it doesn't matter. you've never felt better. wrapped in john's arms as he looks at you with such intensity that you almost want to shrink into yourself. to shield yourself from his studying.
oh, thanks for the high life
'i love you too, sweetheart,' john pulls you back down into his chest, one arm resting on your neck as you slot one of your legs between his. it feels like home. john has always felt like home. safety. right.
you've doubted love before. you've had breakups that you thought would've killed you. ones that you could never recover from. and yet john has proven you wrong at every turn. he's shown you both your capacity to love. but also your capacity to be loved.
baby, it's the best, that's a test
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ladymarycrawley · 1 year
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Hi can you please do a Halloween one with John Stones and your kids please
Hey! I've been on holiday these past few days so I couldn't work on anything and Halloween is already over so I thought it would be a good idea to write a blurb! Let me know what you think 💓
Everything was set: the home decorations, the snacks you would have eaten during your party and the costumes. Iris and Aiden, your kids, stuck on the spooky side of the celebration choosing to be a little witch the first and an adorable vampire the latter. On your part, you could say you outdid yourselves that year, being so proud with the idea you came up with: you went as the Sleeping Beauty and John as your prince. It was all so perfect and he looked like a real life prince already so the costume just highlighted the idea.
"Look at them, god they had been counting those sweets for the past hour" Your boyfriend muttered, referring to his babies checking how many candies they got on their trick-or-treat walk earlier that afternoon. You giggled and sighed, leaning your head against his arm.
"I know but they're so happy"
"And competitive"
The two of you laughed at his line. John slid his arm around your waist, perfectly outlined by your pink princess dress. He got away from you to bow in reverence, gently holding your hand out, in a very royal manner.
"Can I have a dance, your grace?"
You blushed and nodded in a giggle, as John kissed the back of your hand sweetly. The dance was soon interrupted by your children that came to you because they wanted to be part of the moment so you ended up having a quick dance and eating all the sweets, sprawled on the sofa, as your careless laughters would fill the room.
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Your post gave me ideas 🤭
Brining John Stones to a family dinner where he meets your nan
Aww how cute haha "God I am so nervous" John mumbled as he walked to the front door muttering to himself as he knocked on your door. "John hello baby" you threw your arms around him as he walked into your house as your Nan stands straight up. "Oh so you are the infamous John I have heard so much about" your Nan greeted him in a big cuddle as John bent down giving her a squeeze. "Mm, you smell lovely. You are a handsome chap aren't you" she smirked as you shook your head. "Nan, stop flirting. He is my boyfriend" he smirked. "Never too old for a flirt, love. I am allowed, but he is a lovely man" you smiled as she took a seat back down as John walked to the kitchen with you. "Think that is the first time I've ever seen you blush babe, so funny" you smirked as you gently tapped his cheek. "I was so embarrassed, I didn't know what to say" he teased. "You did well though, so funny watching you squirm. I quite enjoyed it, now hurry up and let's sort dinner out. I am so hungry" you kissed his cheek.
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