#john stones blurb

[valentinajadehill]

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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[nosugarallspice]

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.

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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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[footballerimaginess]

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]

The Jar - John Stones

Who: John Stones Prompt: Helping you cooking Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

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]

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

“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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[thousandfourhundreddays]

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!!

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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[emwritesfootball]

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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[ladymarycrawley]

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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[moneymase99]

Hey guys 👋

My requests are open so if you would like a request send it over and I’ll get it up tonight 💙

Much love x

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[libraryofloveletters]

Sing It With Me

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, the boys are so unhinged - especially john and kyle, ruben's in his vlogging era, sash are sooo over them, broken tables, terrible singing, jack and erling are attached at the hip per usual, reader is ready to go to bed and not deal with them, a few minor injuries.

Word Count: 834

Author's Note: I feel like this perfectly captures what the man city christmas parties would look like lmao

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John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols? 

John's Christmas party was famous amongst the Manchester City players; a night of fun, antics and plenty of booze.

Coincidently, your husband's ideal idea of a perfect night.

It was a week before Christmas and it's nearing 4am. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for him? You'll be alright to get home alone?" You asked Sasha, walking with her to the front door.

The woman nods, "he's not gonna leave anytime soon, I'd be shocked if he was home when I woke up."

Both you and Sasha knew how Jack was, his tendency to party outweighing his logical decisions.

You laughed, giving her a hug. "I'll keep an eye on him, keep him out of trouble. Let me know when you get home, yeah?"

"Of course," she smiles and you watch her walk to her car and get in before you shut the door and rejoin the group in the living room.

The boys who were left; Ruben, Jack, Erling and Kyle, were all drunk and giggling about who knows what. Your husband was pouring another round of shots when you dropped yourself on the couch next to Ruben.

"Tired?" He asks, his fingers tapping along his thigh to the beat of Last Christmas by WHAM that was playing quietly.

"Exhausted."

John comes in, tray in hand as he passes the shots around to the boys. He sits on the arm rest of the couch, his own arm around you. "Cheers! Happy Christmas!"

The seven of you messily attempt to tap your glasses together and down the shots.

At that very moment, it seemed as if the music had bitten your husband. He began singing terribly off key. You groan, slouching back into the couch. "Johnny, please.. don't start."

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away," he gets up, pointing to you as he sings.

Kyle jumps up from his spot, getting onto the coffee table. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special!" He shimmed along to the music and you can't help but laugh.

John joins his friend on the coffee table, the two of them dancing and singing along; it sounded more like screeching rather than singing. You assume it's the thought that counts.

Before you know it, Jack's up on the couch and singing too.

"Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye." He does his little dance, hips popping from side to side.

It seems to have become the Manchester City musical in here because Erling gets up, tv remote in hand as a microphone when he too starts to sing. "Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me!"

You roll your eyes, "oh my god."

"Y/n! Y/n! What do you think?" Ruben shouts from behind his phone, the flash on as he points to you - he decided to make a video of their lovely performance.

"It's fantastic, 10/10 truly."

Erling grabs John's arm, leaving Jack to bounce on the couch alone.

"It's not gonna hold, you guys. The table isn't meant for that many-" And before you could finish your sentence, and just as Ruben pans to them, there's a crack and the table collapses in on itself.

"Are you guys okay?" You're out of your seat as fast as they fall on each other.

"Erling!" Jack gets off the couch and helps his friend up.

Ruben is still standing there, phone in hand as he recorded all the chaos. You, on the other hand, help Kyle up and then pull John up off the floor.

It takes you a second to check all of them, making sure the broken glass and wood hasn't nicked them anywhere. Kyle slouched on the couch, Ruben was 'interviewing' him, asking him about his performance and what he thought of it.

Erling was sitting on the floor, his head on Jack's knee while Jack was trying to take a selfie of them.

John was lying on the floor still, next to the broken coffee table.

"I told you the table couldn't hold all of you." You tell them, coming back to put a bandaid on John's wrist. "It was fun though," John mumbles, his arm pulling you down onto his chest.

Kyle gives Ruben a shove, the Portuguese take that as a sign to stop recording. "I'll buy you a new table." Kyle mumbles, taking a sip of his beer that he had left next to the couch.

Technically, it was Erling who broke it, so..." You trailed off, looking at the man who was half asleep.

Erling gives you a thumbs up, "send me the link, I'll buy it."

You can't help but smile as you look around the living room; all you husband's teammates and closest friends were here, all drunk and sprawled out, chaotic as ever.

It's not the holidays without the chaos, is it?

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[nosugarallspice]

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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[footballerimaginess]

Arts painting date with john stones

It was your turn to choose date night, you had chosen a night of painting. "is this really where you are taking me?" he asked, looking at you confused.

"Yes why? got a problem with painting" you walked into the class and sat down. "So basically we are painting whatever we want, I am going to choose a cute plate. What do you fancy doing?" you asked John as you picked up the paints and put them on the table. "Think i'll do the cup, that seems cute" John grinned as you passed him a mug. You sat down and took your coat off as you were getting ready to take this super seriously. "What colour are you going to do?" you asked John as he shrugged and stared at the colours of paint in front of him. "I am doing a cute white and purple stripes or something" you dipped your brush in the paint. "This is just so relaxing, I really love this" you smiled. "It really is, I would think it would be cringy but I really like doing this" John smiled as he looked so calm and comfortable with painting his mug. "Aww it is fun, think we should do this more often" you suggested.

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[football-and-fanfics]

Argument - John Stones

Who: John Stones Request: The one with you and John having an argument over something like he ignored you (which he didn't mean to, kinda Taylor's all to well vibe?) and the argue goes crazy until he sees you're crying and all of sudden he stops that and become a big softy and all suff? already luv ya 💋 Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of having a fight, crying A/N: I changed the request up a little bit (🙄), but it fit a little better with the idea I had for this. Hope you don't mind....

"Come on, you know I don’t want shoes on the carpet, love." You complained to John as you walked back into your living room. He sat on the sofa with his sneakers firmly planted on the cream-colored carpet. "Why is that always an issue with you?" He responded curtly. You knew he was in a bad mood over the lost match of the day before, but his response still pushed all the wrong buttons with you. "You’re not the one cleaning it," you retorted, equally curt. "Like you have much else to do," John replied angrily.

"Excuse me?!" Your anger was instantly reaching boiling point. You had moved to Manchester from London just a few months ago, after maintaining a long-distance relationship for a while. It was quickly decided among the two of you that you would settle in here properly first, before starting looking for a suitable job. "Come on, don’t start a scene now." John looked up at you with an irritated frown plastered on his face. "No, I am making a scene!" You yelled. "Why the hell would you say something like that to me?!" "Because you’re getting on my nerves with this." John's voice was raised now, too. "Oh, really?" You fumed, tears burning in your eyes. "Well, then you wouldn’t mind it if I left." You grabbed your jacket and hand bag, and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind you. ---- You wandered around the city for hours, crying silently over the fight you and John had had. His words had seriously hurt and upset you, and you needed some time alone to process what had happened. About an hour ago, your phone started buzzing in your pocket and had continued to do so with regular intervals. You ignored it, not wanting to talk to anyone right now. After a while, you finally took your phone out of your pocket and looked at the screen. There were 35 missed calls from John, but what shocked you the most was the time: 10.15 pm. You realized you had wandered around the city for over five hours. Even though you were still mad at John, you decided to go home. You had barely opened the door, before John came running to you and hugged you tightly. "I was so worried," he nearly sobbed, "I called everyone we know, and you weren't at any of their places. I feared something might have happened to you." "I'm fine." You pushed him away. "And I’m still mad at you." "I know," John said softly, his lower lip trembling slightly. "And I deserve that. I’ve been an absolute jerk." You folded your arms across your chest, and glared at him. "I should never have said any of those things," John continued, "I don’t mean them. I love you… so, so much. I'm sorry for all of it. This lost match has got me on edge, but I should never have taken it out on you, and now I've hurt you...." John fell silent, gasping for breath through tears spilling from his eyes. You knew he couldn’t be more sincere with this apology. "Please, babe, say something," John stammered after a short silence. His shoulders rocked with suppressed sobs. You cried now, too. Seeing the man you loved with all your heart breaking down into a sobbing mess over hurting you, was all the proof you needed of his love for you. "I forgive you," you whispered, but he had heard you. "Oh, thank god!" John hurried back over to you, and hugged you tightly again. "You’re the love of my life," he said softly, never breaking his embrace around you. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you ever left me." You giggled softly through the last of your tears. "I know," you whispered back, gently kissing his neck. "Neither would I."

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[footballffbarbiex]

player: John Stones (and a long cameo from Dias) words: 981 request: John Stones - you / your - 500 - 750 words - As I'm terribly shy and introvert, I was 🤔 if you could write sth about you and him going to a Xmas/NYE party and you struggle in fitting in and doing small talk but he helps you throughout the night and he's so careful

You stand nervously, fingers alternating between clutching and playing with your glass. John isn’t standing with you, but you’d also stressed to him that you didn’t want him to feel as though he needed to babysit you. And while it may have taken a few attempts to push him away from you, John had reluctantly moved away and engaged in conversations with some of his teammates and here you are, standing awkwardly both hoping you had someone to talk to and praying that no-one does just so you don’t have to talk while panicking. 

Wishing you could pull out your phone to give you some distraction, you take another drink instead and glance back around you. Some of the faces here are familiar, and though some of the women close by have spoken to you a handful of times at matches for both club and country, there’s no real familiarity there to enable neither you nor them to come and strike up conversation. You’ve had a few conversations, more small talk than anything, but you haven’t always been standing or sat away from everyone. 

“I’ve been sent to rescue you,” Rúben says as he appears at your side, making you jump slightly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” he gives you a warm smile and for the first time since John left you, you feel settled. “Drink?” He offers you a flute of something sparkling and you graciously accept. 

“Rescue me from who?”

“Yourself. Don’t give me that look, I’ve been watching you too. Come my little bird, there’s food over there and I’m hungry.” he says this part loud enough for anyone close by to be listening. When he drops his voice he adds, “John’s stuck talking to someone and needs you as a diversion.”

“Oh, I have to rescue him but he couldn’t do the same.” You challenge as the two of you begin to walk. 

“Thought you didn’t want a babysitter?” Rúben replies quickly and you feel heat begin to burn at your cheeks. “Yeah, he told me. Do you want one?” he asks and gestures to the stack of plates. You shake your head and he picks one up for himself. “I get it, I don’t like these things either.” he confesses, scanning over the table and selecting a few pieces of food to add to his plate. “Especially since becoming single. It’s just you in the spotlight and everyone is looking at you. She was amazing at making me feel calm and as though no-one else was paying attention to us. Something tells me you know how that feels.” It’s not a question and yet it feels a little like one. 

“I get envious of how John can step into a room and just… be John. I’m rehearsing lines in my head before anyone has even spoken to me and more often than not, I don’t even need to use those because no-one speaks to me.”

“I’m speaking to you.” Rúben states, giving your hand a little squeeze before turning away from the buffet now he’s happy with his food haul and begins to make his way, with you in tow, towards John. “If you ever need someone, come and get me.”

“You’re a good man Rú.”

“I know.” he flashes a grin and instead of verbally responding, you swipe something from his plate and eat it with much enthusiasm. 

“Hey!” John beams at you as you approach, his arm reaching out to pull you as close to his body as he can without it seeming too inappropriate. “I missed you,” he mutters into your hair as he places a little kiss into your hair. 

If Rúben had calmed you previously, then John has sedated you. Just having one arm around you, the feel of your body moulding to his, taking in a scent that is only John as well as the scent of his aftershave is enough to leave you feeling content again. 

“He was just speaking about you,” the man standing with John says. His expression is a happy one, there’s no malice in his tone and yet there’s a little panic that begins to rise up in you. 

“Oh is that so?”

“I was talking about the promotion you earnt.” 

Earnt. Not given. John always made sure to use vocabulary that credited you at all times but hearing it tonight made your stomach flip. When you look back at John, he beams down at you with an expression of love and adoration. He had no reason to speak of you when you weren’t close by, but to hear that he was? It made you feel good. 

“Congratulations. Does it come with a bigger responsibility list? I imagine it would.” 

It’s a topic that you weren’t expecting and in a way, talking about yourself makes you feel a little nervous even if it’s an easy topic. Rúben remains with you both, and though each person chimes in at the right moments, John lets you take the heat off him and you find yourself shedding the anxiety the longer the conversation continues. You wouldn’t say you’re “cured” for the night, but he’s making it easier. When Rúben speaks, it continues to keep the mood light and the conversation just as much so. 

Every so often you feel some small gesture from him. A light touch on your arm, a gentle stroke of the small of your back, fingers and thumb at your elbow when he reaches around you for something. Nothing too much, but enough to let you know quietly that he’s thinking of you, he wants to interact but he’s letting you have this moment. This isn’t babysitting and you realise this now, it’s him bringing you to the right people and him trying to gently guide you out of the shell you’ve been hiding in. And this is what you love about him.

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[thousandfourhundreddays]

I’ve nearly finished writing my first piece for John, it’s kinda short but I actually really love it. Hope your excited, it’ll be up in half an hour or so❤️‍🔥

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[tomorrcwz]

afterwars; john stones

pairing: john stones x fem!reader

warnings: smut — fucking bare, reader on top

authors note: didn't expect to write this, as I thought I grew out of my stonesy phase lmao. also I wrote this in like 10mins?! so it's not astounding good ig

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Skin smacked harshly whenever his hips rutted against the soft flesh of your ass; his pace was hard and quick, making your back arch into the mattress. There were tears escaping your eyes and you moaned out loudly as his dick plunged deeply, dragging along your sensitive spots within your cunt.

Currently you were lost in the pleasure, having missed him and his length alot those passed few days.

He groaned at the sight before his eyes; you prettily laying naked underneath him, desperately devoted to making him cum whilst nibbling on your lips, touching your breasts. Whilst you were already on your way to reach your third orgasm of the night — him granting you two while giving you head —, you wanted him to give you everything he wished for so you did what you knew would break him. Taking the reigns.

"Tell me how it feels, john", you pleaded, crasping his attention. His gaze was hazy from all lust as he lead his head on your left shoulder, eyes kept on where your bodies connected.

Abruptly, you flipped you both over — knees planted on both sides of his body, making him laugh as he hadn't expected such a thing. Then you grabbed his length, strocking it up and down gently before working it back into yourself. You wimmernd at the feeling; the brunette under you didn't do better.

Man city's five cursed through clenched teeth as you sensually bounced on his dick, the feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole made breath unevenly.

“cum for me, champion” you whispered softly in his ear, nails dragging over his toned stomach. "Want it inside, babe, so much."

His hands gripped your waist tightly, surely leaving a reminder for the days to come, guiding you to a faster pace. Even though you sat on top of him, giving you the impression that you where the one in charge, he was the one to decide the pace.

Bending his knees a bit, the Brit started to fuck into you with a brutal pace — neither of you could refer cursing, the feeling of his dick slaming into your hot wet cunt was just to good.

"holy shit, babe", you groaned, struggling to keep your eyes on him, "slow d-down, it's too much."

Your boyfriend didn't care, being even more ambitious than earlier. He ignored your silly babbling, taking the rhythm to another level — your wetness had created a white rim on the base of thick length,another sign of how good he treated you.

Reaching your high once again, you dropped your weight on top of his. A few moments after he stiffened, a low groan escaping his throat as his orgasm peaked, ropes of cum painting your walls. "Stay inside, champ", you sleepily said, pressing your head onto his chest.

In this moment John decided you were sent from heaven.

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