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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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Daddy's shirt - John Stones

This one hasn't been requested but I've been thinking about it since Monday so yeah, hope you like it 💕 (yeah I'm a thirsty whore for John and dad! John I'm sorry and I miss him like crazy)

Warning: fluffy but smutty (just a tiny bit)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy

The sun filtering through the light curtains of your bedroom, coupled up with the ringing of your alarm, signalled you a new day was about to begin. You stretched your arm over the night table to turn it off, huffing as you would’ve really liked to get some more time relaxing in the warmth of your bed.

You covered your eyes with your hands, as the daylight was still unbearable for your weary body and tried to fall back asleep but the man on your side was faster than you: John, who was already awake, smiled at your state, grazing your cheeks with his index.

“Hello sleeping beauty”

You groaned, hoping you would fall back asleep in a heartbeat.

“I know you’re awake” He giggled, laying back down beside you.

You shifted closer to him, burying your face in his neck, your eyes still closed as you let out a groan.

"What's wrong?"

"My neck…it hurts so much this morning"

"Come here"

"Are you gonna give me one of your massages?" You propped on your elbows, as you shuffled closer to him.

"Sure, you just have to tell me which one would you like"

You were still too sleepy to give him one of your snappy answers so you just rolled your eyes, as you placed your head on his chest, waiting for him to start running his fingers over the sore part of your body. He massaged your neck with one hand while the other grazed your back.

You basked in that nice, pleasurable feeling he was giving you.

"You love my fingers, don't you?"

"John, too early for this"

"Well, it wasn't too early when you woke me up the other day leaving hickeys all over my chest"

"John!" You hit him, earning a chuckle from him. “I wasn’t leaving hickeys, I was just kissing you, perv”

“What about those red marks all over my chest?”

“Maybe you hurt yourself during training?”

John bursted out in a loud laugh that echoed throughout the room.

“Shut up! Or you’ll wake up Iris!”

“Why can’t you admit you’re just a naughty girl?” John got his upper body up, so he was now resting on his elbow as he leant forward, his lips grazing your aching neck.

“I’ll never admit it” You whispered, trying to hide your smirk in the pillow beneath your head.

Your boyfriend nonchalantly raised the t-shirt of his you used as a pyjamas to start tracing your spine with the help of his kisses.

“John…” You tried to resist his cuddles but it was so hard, as he was doing it so passionately yet so softly.

When his lips reached the hem of your knickers he looked up at you: he took the sight of you laying there with your eyes closed and a relaxed smile on your face, as a sign to go on.

He gently lowered them, his kisses trailing down over your soft skin.

“Dada?”

You both widened your eyes hearing your daughter calling John. He soon collided on your body, in an attempt to cover it from the indiscreet eyes of your little one.

“What are you doing?” She opened the door ajar, holding her teddy bear with a light blue ribbon.

“Hey baby, good morning!” John beamed, smiling widely at her.

“Hi love! Come here”

Iris walked over your bed, with her sleepy and slightly puzzled expression on her face.

John tried to climb down from your body, lifting your slip up as you lowered your t-shirt.

“Why were you hurting mama?”

“No, baby, daddy wasn’t hurting me!” You took your baby in your arms, as you glared at your boyfriend. “He just stumbled as he was trying to get out of bed”

“He hurt you?”

“No baby, not at all” You placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Who wants pancakes for breakfast?” John tried to change the topic by mentioning his daughter’s favourite food.

“Me!”

“Let’s go downstairs then!” John got off the bed carrying the little blonde angel in his arms.

You shook your head thinking about how you and John just clumsily attempted not to get caught by your little one.

When you arrived in the kitchen you leaned against the doorframe looking - drooling over would be more correct - your shirtless boyfriend who was cooking pancakes for Iris as she stood there asking him questions about the recipe, never letting go of the Manchester City teddy from under her arm.

“Mummy! Pancakes are ready!”

“And I’m here, sweetie, ready to eat them!”

You wrapped your arms around John's middle and, on your tiptoes, pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. His back drove you crazy, as well as all of his body. He casually grazed your hands, whispering in your ear "Is there something else you would like to eat, apart from pancakes?"

You both smirked but you brushed his marble abdomen to pinch his hips, in a silent warning.

"No thanks" You playfully bit on his shoulder, placing then a peck behind his neck.

"Mummy, stop kissing daddy!"

John laughed at his daughter's jealousy.

"Sorry? I met daddy first"

"But he's mine" She tutted closer to him, placing a tiny hand on his knee.

"No way! Daddy's mine"

"No! He's mine!" Iris wrapped her arms around his leg, leaving for the first time that day her teddy bear.

"Stop ladies, my heart is big enough for both of you"

You knew she would've been a daddy's girl from the moment in the hospital when she stopped crying as soon as John took her in his arms.

You took Iris to sit her in her chair, leaving a kiss on her head and placing her breakfast cut in tiny pieces before her.

You tried not to stare at John, as the most sinful thoughts would take over your mind.

“Thank you” John leant over to hand you your plate, kissing your head as you just did with your daughter's earlier. “Go put on a t-shirt please”

“Why? That’s because you can’t take your eyes off me?”

“JOHN!”

“What did daddy say?”

“Nothing, angel, he’s just speaking nonsense” He definitely won another glare from you, as you would bite on your pancake.

“Mummy was just saying your daddy he’s the most handsome man in the world. Do you think daddy is handsome?”

“Yes! He’s my prince”

“Aww you’re so sweet!” You were about to cry as you saw John blushing and leaning forward to kiss Iris’ temple.

“And you’re my princess”

“And mummy?”

“Mummy is the queen!” You exclaimed, earning a laugh from your daughter.

“The queen?”

“Yes, John, I’m the queen”

He scoffed, shaking his head, knowing that gesture would piss you off.

“Mummy?”

“What’s up, princess?”

“”Can I wear dada’s shirt to go to school?”

“No baby, that’s too big for you”

“My shirt!”

You didn’t agree on making your daughter wear John’s Manchester City shirt to school because you feared she might have faced some little United fans mocking her and you wanted to save her any useless pain. John knew that and, even though he thought you were being a little too anxious over it, he respected your decision and supported you.

“What if it gets dirty and it doesn't get clean? You won’t be able to wear it anymore”

“But you promised!”

“That’s not true, missy! I said I would’ve thought about it”

“It’s getting late now, eat your breakfast so we can get dressed for school”

Iris huffed, eating the last bites of her pancakes.

A few moments later, thinking you would have changed your mind, your daughter tried to ask you the same question, before leaving to get ready to go.

"Mummy please, can I wear daddy's shirt to school?"

"No baby, I'll let you wear it this afternoon"

"But please, daddy won yesterday!"

John stood there enjoying the whole scene, chuckling but trying not to get caught.

As Iris went upstairs to grab her backpack to leave for the nursery, he got closer to you, his hands placed on your hips as he neared his lips to your ear.

"When will mummy wear daddy's shirt? Daddy won yesterday…" he was trying to tease you by quoting his daughter's words. John's nose nuzzled against your shoulder, as his lips brushed against your neck, causing you goosebumps.

You placed your hands on his and turned your head towards his, looking at him with a smirk.

"Well, if daddy behaves and that little rascal goes to bed soon enough, I could wear it to bed"

A satisfied groan left John's lips as his hands would start wandering under your shirt, grazing your warm skin, moving upwards to cup your breasts.

"I'm ready!!"

You batted his hands away as you heard your baby coming downstairs and he left the grip around your body as soon as the little blonde haired girl showed up.

"Are you ready, miss?"

"Yes!"

"Good girl" You smiled as you would play with her golden locks, giving her a heartwarming smile.

"Okay little lady, say bye to your mum or we'll be late for school"

You kneeled down and she leant forward to place a kiss on your cheek.

"Bye love, see you later"

"Yes mama, love you!"

"Love you too, princess!"

You stood there looking at Iris taking her dad's hand heading to the car.

John turned back to wave goodbye to you,as he would take your baby to school and then head to training, a smirk placed on his lips, as well as on yours.

"I'll call you later, love you"

"Love you too…can't wait for tonight"

"Neither do I"

You'd been craving John's touch the whole day, especially since that morning when your cuddles had been abruptly interrupted by your princess.

When he came home later that evening, he took on his father duties playing with Iris, having dinner with you two and then helping you put all the tableware in the dishwasher.

"I'm gonna tuck her in, I'll wait for you upstairs or do you want to stay up and watch something on tv?"

"We can watch something upstairs in bed"

"Some X-rated movie?"

"John"

"What? I was just giving some suggestions" He shrugged his shoulders and went upstairs to put his baby to bed.

As soon as you finished cleaning the kitchen you turned off the living room lights and went upstairs, checking in on your baby who was still awake, listening to John reading her some bedtime story. You smiled and went to your bedroom to get ready for the night, even better, to take off your underwear and slip John's jersey on.

Your boyfriend entered your bedroom ten minutes later, finding you under the duvet.

"She's asleep" He breathed out "Are you cold?" He asked you, as your body was fully covered.

"I'm hot actually" You said, taking the quilted cover away from your body and revealing to him your attire for the night.

John clearly liked the view, wiggling his eyebrows. He walked towards the bed, crawling on it.

You straddled him as soon as his body was lying on the mattress, lifting his shirt up so your naked core came in contact with his tummy.

"Oh fuck, you -"

"I'm not wearing anything under your shirt" You whispered in his ear, moving your lips to press wet kisses over his neck, as his hands were placed on your hips.

You began grinding against him, his grip helping your movement get deeper.

In the meanwhile, it started raining outside and the noise created by the droplets of water against the windows created the perfect soundtrack.

The moans escaping your mouth, due to John stimulating you with his fingers, mingled with the pouring rain. As he felt you were ready, he freed his member to slowly penetrate you from behind.

A loud thunder, preceded by a lightning, startled you as well as the baby that was sleeping in the other room.

"You look so good"

As you started riding him a voice broke the silence, exactly as it happened that same morning.

"Mama?"

You freezed your motions, John quickly taking the duvet over your tangled bodies.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" You asked her panting, John still inside of you.

"I can't sleep, I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?"

You gulped as John quietly groaned, trying to get out of your body.

"Sure baby, come here"

You climbed off your boyfriend's body to welcome Iris between the two of you.

"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you wearing daddy's shirt?"

At her innocent question you blushed, happy she couldn't see you as it was pitch dark in the room.

John smirked and kissed your hand, that was lying around your girl's body and then he kissed hers too.

"Because daddy won yesterday" He mumbled, answering his curious daughter. "And was about to win today too..."

"John" You hissed, tugging at his perfect curls.

#john stones x reader #john stones #john stones fluff #john stones smut #john stones imagines #mcfc #machester city #manchester city imagines #england nt #england nt imagines #football writing #football fics #football imagines

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trentlations · 5 months

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25.11.23 MATCHDAY - LIVERPOOL VS MANCITY

Trent travels to the Etihad!

Last fixture; 1.4.23 @ the Etihad - Liverpool 1-4 Manchester City

TAA6️⃣6️⃣ 🫡❤️

#taa #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold #taa66 #machester city #etihad #premier league

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adoreverstappen · 2 years

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Ruben Dias & Phil Foden at the RedBull Racing Energy Station (x/x)

Monaco GP — May 28th, 2022

#f1 #formula 1 #monaco gp 2022 #monaco gp #football #phil foden #ruben dias #machester city #redbull racing

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defensivewall · 2 years

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Erling Haaland

Manchester, England - July 10, 2022

📸: Tom Flathers

#q things #erling haaland #machester city #man city #g posts

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awesometheydontknowiamhere · 1 year

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Eww wtf are Spain nt wearing

What on Man City reject kit is that?!?

#spain nt #they look like a bottle of gatorade #spain vs morocco #fifa world cup #Fifa 2022 #machester city

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paulleonard015 · 2 years

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Hi im Borsa Paul i play for "U" Cluj U16 and this is my journey in becoming a pro,follow me for more🤩

#football #soccer #machester united #machester city #liverpool #chelsea

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ritsuplushie · 7 months

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hi hiiii read this pls....... looks at u with big wet eyes

#carrd inspo #carrd #formula one #mlb baseball #nhl #hockey #anime #animanga #sports #premier league #machester city #pls moot me #teeheehee

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Manchester city Vs wolves

#manchestergram #machester city #manchester utd #manchester united #kevin de bruyne #new strikers haaland and nunez take centre stage as man city and liverpool clash at wembley in community shield

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trulyhblue · 4 months

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Home Away From Home

Lauren Hemp x Aussie! Reader

Warnings: fluff, but awkward.

A/N — I know Caroline Weir scored the two goals in the Man City game that I talk about, but I've changed it a bit :)

Masterlist

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Growing up in Australia was among the greatest privileges you had as a child.

Even in the midst of your career — a job you've dreamed of since you were little — your home soil was indescribable; nothing could beat the familiarity of home.

When the 2023 World Cup was announced to take place in Australia, you were feeling the effects of homesickness after six long months in Europe. You were signed by Manchester City at Nineteen, playing a critical midfield position after being a regular sub for your old club back in Australia. Your parents were sceptical of you leaving so early to such a big club. In no way were you prepared to face the challenges of adulthood as a whole other country, on the opposite side of the Earth.

You had only been playing for the Matildas for a couple of months when you were first signed to City, and it wasn't until the following year when your fellow Aussie teammates Alanna, and eventually Hayley and Mary, that you had the comfort of home to nurture you during rough patches.

Your family was your biggest supporter. Growing up, they sacrificed everything to meet the needs of their football journey. Your parents would leave early from work early to take you to training and surrender endless personal endeavours so that you could prosper in your dreams of going pro. You were very grateful for all that they had done, and as a result, their sacrifices became your motivation to be the best you could possibly be. You lived and breathed football. Everything revolved around football.

But when you moved to City, you found yourself stuck in a trance by a certain English Blonde.

For the most part, you kept to yourself at training. You didn't want to cause any trouble, and it seemed that most of the girls knew each other from youth squads, prior teams, or roommates at National Camps. You struggled to find your place in the squad at first. Being a relatively young team, you had lots of girls around your age, willing to be your friend, but the absence of home and lack of connection to the United Kingdom combined to make your personality shrink under a dismissive persona.

When Alanna joined City, you offered your apartment to her, having come from North London beforehand. Over the next months, you found comfort in the familiar Aussie accent, finding solace in the sliver of home you felt so distant to.

You still remained shy at training, trying hard and pushing out of your comfort zone every time someone had a conversation with you. Alanna found it hard to believe how introverted you were, having seen your confidence shine at Matilda’s Camps, and the Manchester Girls couldn't believe their ears when Alanna told them about how you were at home.

When Hayley came, you were smiling more. It wasn't that you weren't happy at City before the Australian girls arrived. You were thriving. In the 2020/21 season, you were dubbed as Young Player of The Year and had four ‘Player Of The Match’ awards under your belt. You worked extremely hard to make the starting eleven regularly, and people would often compliment your subtle but impressionable skills on the field. You weren't fast, but you were technical. You thought of the play that hadn't happened yet, shaping the game with unexpected yet calculated crosses. For two years, you had the second most assists in the WSL, merely missing Beth Mead.

In all honesty, the effects of having the reminder of home did help to boost your performance not only on the pitch but behind the scenes as well.

You can remember tapping your hands against the rim of your cubby, your home kit baggy on your figure. It was a very important game today — the final of the FA Women’s League Cup — against reigning champions Chelsea. You were starting, and your family had flown over to watch.

Your nerves upon walking out were tremendous. This was your first time starting in a final in the WSL. You don't remember a time you felt your hands shake this much. Alanna and Hayley were preparing for the match on either side of you, their faces impassive when both teams lined up in the tunnel of Cherry Rose Records Stadium.

Your heart was thumping out of your chest, palms sweating as you took your spot on the field.

When the whistle blew, you tuned everything out.

A powerful shot from Sam Kerr left Chelsea in the lead halfway through the first half. You tried hard to maneuver your way through the likes of Charles and Ingle, passing to Georgia and Keira as you struggled to pass Chelsea’s defence. Lucy was given a yellow which heightened the tension reeling in the stands. You buried the apprehensive bile rising in your stomach when the halftime whistle blew, signalling everyone to rush back to the changing rooms.

You placed your head in your hands, taking slow, desperate sips of your water bottle as you listened to the pep talks from all the players. Gareth Taylor, your manager, was shouting encouragement from across the room, staring into each and every one of your eyes, assuring the team that they could make a comeback.

“I want you to want this.” He said, circling the room with so much fervour that the room felt warmer. “I want to see the determination in your eyes. I want to see it in the tackles, the plays, the kicks, everything. The opportunities you making are good, they just need more precision.”

It was almost the start of the second half when Gareth asked for you, leading you over to the other side of the changing rooms, towards the shorter figure of one of your teammates.

Lauren looked just as nervous as you, but you hoped that you his your nerves a little better than her. Her blonde hair was held up in a pony, and small wisps of baby hairs framed her face after being exempted from the wind. She was a year older than you but has been in Manchester since 2018. Other than the odd, unusual sentence or two, neither of you had properly interacted.

Lauren looked up at you, her beady eyes locking with yours as she licked her lips, exchanging glances with the floor and you, awaiting the purpose of the conversation.

“I want you two to work together this half.” Your Manager urged. Both you and Lauren looked at him in surprise. He must've caught on since he held his hands up. “I know we haven't practised much between the two of you, I know. But Y/N, your crosses over the head of Chelsea defenders will inevitably shape up some opportunities for Hempo. Lauren, you know what to do when something comes up. I believe that truly, alright? Do you understand?”

You were still mulling over Gareth’s words when the whistle blew for the second half, but you felt an uncertain pair of eyes look out for where you kicked the ball. The surveillance of the English forward did not irk you. In fact, it pushed you to do as you were told.

It was two minutes in when an opportunity arose. You were given the ball by Alanna, who had pelted it away after a scary interaction with her and Kerr.

Gareth’s words played in your head, taunting you as the blonde’s eyes watched your actions intently. You were hesitant to do as he said. This was the one game your parents were here to see. Never once had they been to Europe, having not had the money to be able to fund both your football and fancy holidays overseas. You wanted to make them proud. You didn't want to risk such an important opportunity for it to go out or concede and let your team down.

You found Georgia and kicked it by her. She followed it up the middle of the field, passing it to one of your forwards, hand up in celebration when it went past the Goalie.

But for some reason, you couldn't find it in you to celebrate. You refused to meet the eyes of Lauren, who was no doubt throwing you a disappointed glance. You could feel the betrayal radiating in violent waves. You ran back to your starting position without a peep, determined to shake the guilt with another chance. You needed to win this game. You’d do whatever it took to do so.

Another goal from Ellen White led your team one in front, but it gave no comfort whatsoever in a game like this. If anything, it put the stakes higher. You hated penalties, the feeling of dread and anxiety filling you everything you watched each player attempt to concede. Even more so, you hated taking penalties. The possibility of that happening was enough to motivate you even more.

Guro Reiten was subbed off for Lauren James. A fresh pair of legs was dangerous coming up to the seventieth minute.

Chelsea was drawing closer and closer to equalizing with your second goal, causing an uprise in the tension between both the teams and the people watching. You grew more angsty when one of their attempts hit the crossbar, but when it landed near Keira’s feet, being shot past to where you stood, you knew this was now or never.

You sprinted down the wing with Georgia by your side, but you were only focused on the blonde in front of you.

“Here! Here!” Georgia screamed, holding out her hand to signal to you that she was ready. You contemplated it. There had been many times when Georgia had done that, and you had crossed the ball to her, and she had easily swished it past the goalie. You never doubted Georgia for a second, and you definitely knew she would've been able to shoot from where she was — she was clearly onside. But the Chelsea defenders had studied your gameplay back to front, and the same old cross to Georgia was something they had trained for — something you had trained for.

Something clicked in your mind when you met Lauren’s eyes. Something ignited inside of you. She must've felt it too, because she didn't even reach her hand up to signal towards you.

You both just knew what was happening. And that it would work. It had to work.

Without much thought, you kicked the ball to your right, watching as Chelsea gaped in alarm at the unsuspected pass and turn to and from Lauren.

You held your breath, stationery at the sight of Lauren’s risky attempts. She found a steady pace along the sideline stepping past Jess Carter, keeping her back turned to the goal. She used the back of her heel to trick both Carter and Berger. She had scored. Manchester City were winning 3-1.

You were the first to scream, a massive smile on your face as you ran towards Lauren, who spun to find you amidst the swarm of Chelsea players.

The two of you ran into each other with so much force that you both toppled to the ground, rolling around as the rest of your team piled on top of you.

The girls were screaming, you could hear the distant cheers of people in the stands. You heard Lauren’s exhausted huffs as you shovelled your head into her neck. Neither of you said anything. You both just had the silent agreement that what you did was game-changing, and that the non-existent relationship between you was no longer.

Despite the desperate attempts from the London team, the final whistle blew with the score maintaining a healthy lead. Your legs gave out as soon as the game ended, tears threatening to spill from your eyes and onto your cheeks as the weight of the season lifted from your shoulders. You felt a pair of arms lift you up, turning you around. The hug was only recently familiar, but tangible nonetheless.

Lauren held her arms around your waist, leaving you to collapse your arms over her shoulders. You watched her chest rise and fall, however, so slowly, a few choked sobs rang out from the older girl.

“I thought you weren't ‘gonna pass to me.” She said. You don't remember her ever speaking to you directly, but the attention made you blush.

“You could've gotten a double if I did.” You uttered, pulling her out of the hug. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She replied, her cheeks also dusted pink. “I'm just glad it was your assist.”

You wondered if she was trying to make you flustered because you noticed how fidgety she got when you eyed her nervously.

“I mean like— I like you— wait, no, well— I like your assist-”

“Same. I mean— I'm glad you scored from my assist. Like— okay wait that doesn't make sense.”

“I get what you’re saying. That's what I meant.” Lauren muttered back, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment. “I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to assist me… in goals.”

“Yeah, same… in goals, yeah.”

Little did you know, your Aussie teammates Hayley and Alanna were standing next to Keira and Georgia, all overlooking the inept exchange between the two of you.

“God, you call that flirting.” Georgia laughed, the other three chuckling along. “Wouldn't want to see what their dates would look like.”

“Bloody painful, that's what.” Alanna sounded, taking a picture of the two of you.

“Wouldnt of expected anything different, to be honest. Both as awkward as each other.” Keira spoke.

And you were as awkward as each other, but that made for the perfect pair. A home away from home.

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#arsenal wfc #arsenal #caitlin foord #chelsea #beth mead #jessie fleming #chelsea women #katie mccabe #kyra cooney cross #lauren hemp x reader #lauren hemp #machester city #championsleague #esme morgan #alanna kennedy #keira walsh #sam kerr #georgia stanway #lucy bronze

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peligrosapop · 9 months

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John Stones Supremacy

#man city #machester city #john stones #that cb that plays dm sometimes

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skipper1331 · 7 months

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Sweet girl // Esme Morgan

a/n: based off this and this request. Enjoy :)

Esme was the sweetest girl you knew. Even before she was your girlfriend, she was the sweetness herself. Always looking after everybody, smiling all day long and just happy in general.

The blonde was known for her friendly nature but but the respect she held for others, whether she knew them or not, regardless of whether the person was good or bad person, was wow. She couldn‘t even hurt a fly - even though they annoyed her.

The two of you had been a couple for more than three years, happier than ever. The sweet girl was head over heels for you and not even ashamed to show it.

And to be fair, never in a million years, Esme would‘ve thought that she could fall deeper and more in love with you than she does everyday.

Early on in your relationship, you discovered some things that the sweet girl would never say out loud no matter who badly she wanted too or how hungry her mind was. She respected you in every kind of way, as her girlfriend, as a person, as a human.

You look hot and sexy? She would never say that. Obscene and vulgar words would never leave her mouth and especially not in relation to you. Instead you looked stunning, gorgeous, breathtaking and so on.

You‘re changing and she walks in? Immediately, she would turn around and leave the room. For her, it didn’t matter if she had seen you naked already - she respected your privacy. Which is also the reason she would always knock on the door before entering the bathroom.

She didn‘t like to call you the pet name, 'baby' or 'babe' she had never called you like that nor will she ever. Instead she prefered, 'lovely girl', anything with girl at the end.

My pretty girl.

My special girl.

My gorgeous girl.

And she would never place her hands in too intimate areas, at least not without consent.

"My lovely girl" the blonde admired as you walked out of the bathroom, "you look phenomenal" her gaze wandered over every inch of your body as your cheeks turned red. "Give me a twirl, please" she outstretched her arm, her hand for you to take as she gently twirled you around, "yeah, you look gorgeous" she admitted, shyly.

"Thank you" standing on your tip toes, you pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek, the blonde‘s cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

The defender loved the outfit you were wearing, it was your go-to date night outfit. It wasn‘t too casual but also not extravagant - it was perfect. While Esme always thought you were the beauty itself, this outfit let her mind trail in other directions, not that she would ever mention that but you could see it in her eyes and you could feel it when you weren‘t looking - she was looking at you with hungry eyes.

Standing in front of the wardrobe you debated what you‘re going to wear. It was a Saturday morning, Esme already out of bed, probably making some breakfast while just got out of bed.

"I‘m so sorry!" said person yelped as she saw your half naked figure, only in bra and underwear. Instantly, she covered her eyes, turning around and leaving the room. "I‘m sorry, my pretty girl, I thought you were still asleep" she told you through the closed door.

Deciding to tease her, you walked out of the room, still in the same 'outfit'.

"Hi" you grinned, the blonde trying her hardest to look you in the eye, "good morning" she mumbled, gulping as you stepped closer. How dearly she wanted to stare at your body. She could if she wanted too, you didn’t mind at all as you had told her more than once yet the sweet girl she was, she always declined, "there‘s no spicy time now." Sometimes it was as if she was afraid to look, cheeks all red, lip biting to contain herself. It was adorable and amusing for you because you would shamelessly check her out.

"I- um, wanted to wake you up for breakfast. I made your favorite"

Smiling brightly, you responded, "thank you" before pressing a good morning kiss against her lips.

"My girl?" knocking on the bathroom door, the defender waited patiently, "yes?" you called back, continuing to brush your hair. "Can I come in real quick?"

"Sure!" you replied, opening the door, "you can come in at any time"

Smiling at her, the blonde looked down at you, "I know but I prefer to ask" she grabbed the item she needed before leaving the room again but not without pressing a peck to your forehead.

The sweet sweet girl.

The defender was nervous, you could tell. Both of you sat on the couch, too much respectable amount of space between you. "What‘s wrong?" you asked the usual smiley girl. You knew she would tell you the moment you asked, the girl never one to lie about something or to say 'nothing' when clearly something was wrong.

Her hand went into her hoodie as she pulled something out of it. "I made you this" she admitted shyly, scratching her neck. "Esme!" you squealed, jumping on her, now straddling her, "you made me a spiderman bracelet?"

"Yes?"

"This is beautiful!" and you weren‘t lying. The bracelet seemed simple, just three colours in it. The main colour red as the spiderman eyes were white and outlined in black. But in reality, Esme’s knotted it more than 4 times because it had to be perfect for you. Every imperfection she saw - start over again.

"Can you put it on, please?" you asked, holding out your arm. Gently, she put it on your wrist. You admired it from every side, smiling as you looked at her again.

"I love you"

It was like the world just stopped for a minute as you attached your lips. The kiss was gentle at first until you cupped her cheeks, deepening it. Her hands found a rest on your waist yet they couldn‘t stay there. The urge to move them along your body was intense, especially after your tongue slipped in her mouth. Consumed by you, the defender didn‘t think twice, hands roaming over your body.

When she realized where they were rested now, she abruptly pulled away - she was breathing heavily, "my apologies"

You looked at her confused, what was she talking about? What was she apologizing for? "my hand placement" she answered as if she just read your mind while actually she just read the expression on your face. Understanding what she was talking about, you giggled, resting your forehead against her own, "I don‘t care if you‘re hands are at my bum"

"I didn‘t ask you-"

"My love, touch me wherever you want, whenever you want" taking her hands in your own, you placed them back on their original place before you started kissing her again, this time it was a much softer kiss. A kiss that told her: I’m fine with everything as long as it‘s you.

It didn‘t matter how often you told her it was okay to do this or enter the room without knocking and waiting, she would still do it.

She respected you in every possible way and you loved her for that and so much more.

She was your sweet girl after all.

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