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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Celebrating you - John Stones

Request: not really a request but an AMAZING suggestion I received from the lovely @johnstonesfc to celebrate John’s astonishing Champions League goal against Borussia Dortmund

Warning: smut, a long steamy smut with a fluff ending

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy

You were on the phone with your mum when John scored his goal, a really amazing and important goal for his team in a moment where things were getting tough against Borussia Dortmund.

You squealed and jumped on the sofa as soon as you realized what your boyfriend just did.

"What? What happened?"

"John scored! A fucking beautiful goal!" You were his number one fan, his favourite cheerleader and you never failed to let him feel appreciated. He meant the world to you, you wanted nothing but the best for him.

As soon as the game finished you hung up the phone, getting ready to welcome him home as he deserved. You knew he wouldn’t have come home soon so you went upstairs to read the book you were currently obsessing with as a way to kill time.

John arrived home an hour and a half later, going straight to the bedroom as he saw the light coming from the room signalling you were there. He rushed upstairs to celebrate that important night with you.

“My favourite goalscorer is here” You beamed as he was walking closer to you. “That was fucking amazing” You whispered on his lips, getting lost in the blue-green shade of his eyes.

You threw your book away indulging in the kiss he was gently pressing against your lips. You couldn't wait to have him, to show how much you loved him. He just came back from a long and tiring game after all, scoring the winning goal too, the least you could do was give him a proper reward...

When he got away, you propped yourself on your elbows so he could take your pants off but you wanted to see his off too, so badly. As he was complying with your silent but clear wish, you started trailing your lips down his toned chest: the tip of your tongue was busy drawing the outline of his abs before going upwards to suck on his nipples. John was already gasping, in awe at how good you were at being in control.

You got on your knees as he was standing at the side of your king size bed, interrupting the touch only to take your jumper off. Your eager fingers were already fiddling with the button of his jeans to set him free.

He swiftly got rid of his top that left him bare, his perfect muscles on display for your eyes only. At that astonishing sight you bit on your lower lip and he grabbed your face to give you another passionate kiss, so passionate you fell backwards on the mattress.

Your hands went straight to his underwear, ready to release his throbbing member. You usually liked for him to take the lead but not that night, as you wanted to show him how proud you were.

"Do you wanna get comfortable?" You asked him, meaning maybe it was better for him to lay down on the bed as you went on with your job of pleasing him.

He didn't say a word but did what you just suggested to him. As soon as he was laying down, you took his cock in your hands, your hungry lips moving teasingly along his shaft causing him to hiss. At the sound his mouth just made, you locked your eyes with his as a mischievous smirk curved your lips. Your thumb softly pressed on his tip, leaking with precum that you spread around his length so your mouth would wrap around it better, taking him all in.

"You're so needy tonight, aren't you, princess?"

"You have no idea" Your answer came out in a husky voice that made John shiver out of pure pleasure.

Your head started bobbing up and down his dick but, when you sensed he was about to cum, you got up to push it against your wet folds.

"Come on, show me how bad you need it inside you"

"I need it so bad" You squealed, your head thrown back with your eyes closed as the wave of pleasure that was running over you was becoming so overwhelming.

You pushed his tip right inside of you, John's hands swiftly grabbed your hips let him fill you you better, a loud moan escaped both of your lips.

"Ride it" He ordered and you began moving your hips in circular motions on top of him.

John was entranced by everything that was going on with you: the way your face scrunched up in pleasure, the hypnotic movement of your body taking him so well, your hands over his chest. You were so gorgeous.

He moved his hands from your hips up to your breast to cup it, letting his thumbs play with your already hard nipples.

"Fuck John"

"You're taking me so well baby"

You wrapped your hand around his right wrist and moved it up towards your mouth, to suck on his thumb.

"Fuck fuck fuck" That was his final straw as he took his grip back on your hips and started thrusting feverishly against your body.

His sudden harsh movement made you scream out in pleasure, being thankful for him to have done that as your own thrusts were getting sloppier.

He sat up, wrapping his hands around your shaky body, leading you through your climax.

"I - I'm close"

John let out other profanities when he felt your walls clench around him.

"Cum for me baby" He groaned in your ear as you felt your juices coating him. Your sight started getting blurry, losing the control over your body as it was becoming weak, so damn weak. Another few thrusts was what John needed to reach his own high and that's what he did.

Your boyfriend never broke your embrace and took you down on the sheets with him, so you could come down from your high and catch your breath while resting on his chest, listening to his agitated heartbeat. His long tattooed arm was draped around shoulders as his right hand went to pull his curls back from his forehead.

"God, that was perfect" His words made you smile as you were happy to make your man feel good and put on a private show just for him.

"Are you okay?" He asked you, still panting.

"Yep" You raised your head, placing a kiss on the spot between his throat and his chest.

John smiled down at you, squeezing your butt cheek.

"I love it when you turn into a slut for me"

"Don't like it when you call me that"

"What? A slut?" He grinned, this time grabbing your bum using both hands.

"Yes" You whispered, placing a featherlight kiss on his lips.

"You're my princess, my sweet little baby girl…do you like that?" John punctuated each word with a small peck over your lips, on your chin, making you smile.

"Much better" He attached his plumpy lips to yours to give you a long, loving kiss.

Your boyfriend’s hands climbed up your back, tracing circles over your exposed skin.

As the kiss got deeper your legs went, kind of instinctively, around his waist. The movement you did to adjust your body to his produced an inevitable friction of your core against his cock. That contact earned you an hiss from John who moaned directly in your mouth.

"Stop being a tease"

"I didn't do anything" You justified yourself with the most innocent tone.

"I'm not done with you yet, you know that?"

"Show me" You breathed out while kissing his neck.

With a swift movement, the Manchester City defender changed positions so you would be under him, in this way he could finally take the lead.

"Don't hold back, okay? I want you to scream my name at the top of your lungs"

"I don't want our neighbours to call the police"

"They're gonna arrest me for making my girlfriend scream my name in bed?"

You laughed, shaking your head.

"And I'm gonna get an admonishment for waking up the neighbourhood with our acts of gross indecency?"

John laughed too, moving a strand of hair away from your eyes.

"This could be a perfect headline for The Sun"

"Indeed"

You burst out laughing, which was the thing you loved doing the most with him.

"But I'd never be able to leave the house again" Even though it was pitch dark in the room, the moonlight filtering through the open curtain reflected its feeble rays on you, highlighting the light blush that coloured your cheeks.

"What would Pep say?" John smiled softly, brushing his thumbs against your flustered and hot skin.

"He'd scold you, for sure, as you didn’t respect the strict rules he gave about your sexual life"

"Well, it's hard to resist when you have a girl like this at home…" His eyes started getting dark with lust, his thumb dangerously stroking your lower lip. "...eager to jump on your dick"

You blushed harder, looking away from him.

"You would say that to him?" You kissed his pad before wrapping your lips around it.

"Maybe, yeah" John brought his spare hand between your thighs to let his fingers rub against your pussy.

You closed your eyes, arching your back slightly at the contact.

"The lads will make fun of me to no end but I can bear with it as long as I have you"

"God John, why did you have to make me think about Kyle and his nasty jokes in this very fucking moment??" You shrieked, a bit disgusted.

John giggled, clearly amused and lowered his body over yours.

"Well, maybe you'd like to have something with him? I can ask if he’d like to join us sometime"

"No please"

"Yeah, Kyle's not your type…we could think of somebody else…" He drew his mouth over yours, moving his lips down your neck where he left other kisses as well as bites that would have developed into dark bruises in the morning. "What about Rúben?" He licked the spot his teeth had been nipping at, soothing the slight pain he might have caused.

"Rúben?

“Yeah...or Erling?"

"I should be jealous of both of them... " You retorted, alluding both to the special connection he had with the Portuguese player and the celebration he did with the Norwegian one earlier that night.

"But Ruben’d be way better" You smirked, running your nails down his broad shoulder blades. "Do you think he would accept your offer?" You licked the shell of his ear, biting on his lobe lightly. John moaned, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns over your pink and swollen pussy.

"Well maybe if you ask him…"

You sighed loudly as your boyfriend abruptly stuck a finger inside you and let his thumb continue his rubs against your clitoris.

"Maybe we should record this and show it to him as an invitation"

You couldn't come up with anything to answer him as his fingers down below were making it hard for you to speak or think straight.

"I bet Rúben wouldn't fill you as good as I do, uhm?"

"Fuck" You moaned, pressing your heels on his butt due to the pleasure he was providing you with as well as to give him a different angle.

"Yes baby, you're my dirty little princess" He added another finger inside you, his thumb moving faster against your most sensitive part. "Only mine"

His lips went to grab your right nipple, swirling his tongue around it and moving it back and forth.

You screamed his name when his fingers curled upwards, hitting the spot to which only he could have access to.

He moved his mouth to your left nipple to give it the same attention he did to the other, as your hands went on tugging at his damp curls.

"You're mine" He slurred once again before his lips kissed his way down your body, giving each thigh a kiss before dipping his head between them.

It all felt so good, you wanted more and more. You were insatiable. You rocked your hips up against his, the need of him being unbearable that night.

The fact that he was the only one who could make you feel like that, the only one who knew how to touch all your most secret parts in order to give you the greatest of pleasures, who knew what you liked and what you didn’t, was amazing. He gave you the confidence you were lacking, he taught you how to love your body and not be ashamed or embarrassed by it because it’s perfect, I love you just the way you are he would always say. Some time ago you wouldn’t have been able to show yourself like that, as cool as you were doing that night but, after a lot of time and a lot of practice (not that sleeping with him was something particularly hard to do), you could say you were a lot more self-confident than before. Of course you still had your moments, moments where your mind would tell you weren’t deserving of such a handsome and lovely man but, as soon as he realised what was the matter behind your troubles, he would reassure you and make you feel like the most gorgeous person that ever graced the planet Earth.

A little, lonely tear streamed down your face when your mind took you back to the beginning of your relationship, where you were so uncomfortable of showing your true self to him you just wanted to impress the sight of his perfect body on your mind so you wouldn’t have to think about yours which was way worse in comparison.

John stopped when he saw you swallowing as if you had a lump in your throat and looked up at you to see a wet trail down your cheek.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked slightly worried.

You shook your head. “That’s nothing. I’m alright”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Not at all! I’m just happy”

John smiled, kissing your forehead softly. “You can go on fuck me as hard as you please”

“Are you sure?” He grabbed your face with his hand to look right in your eyes and, when you nodded, he kissed the tip of your nose before taking his place back between your parted legs.

“Just relax baby, I got you” His soothing words brought a little smile to your face until his skillful tongue resumed fucking you mercilessly. Desperate whimpers started filling the bedroom again.

You started feeling dizzy the moment he switched between his tongue’s strokes and his lips sucking and taking your clitoris between them. The intensity of it all brought you to push his head further into you, whimpering wildly.

He soon guided you through your second orgasm of the night, blushing violently when you saw your juices dripping over his chin and lips.

"You taste so good" He looked deeply into your eyes, in a lustier way this time, while licking off his long fingers that he used to put the extra cum leaking out of your pussy back where it belonged.

The sight of him cleaning up his fingers sent you into overdrive, the urge to have him inside of you came back stronger than ever.

“Fuck John, I need you” You moaned rather desperately.

“Where do you need me? Down here?” He asked you huskily, stroking your still sensitive core.

“Yes” You muttered, trying to feel the skin on skin contact you were craving so badly.

His massive body hovered over you as he aligned his cock to your entrance, teasing with his tip before slamming himself into you, picking up the peace with deep and sensual thrusts. The rhythm was perfect, not harsh nor agonisingly slow, just the right amount of love and lust to fill you with.

Your right arm was holding onto his shoulders as you abandoned the left one along his body, placing your palm on his lower back so your fingers would reach his peachy bum. Under your palm you could feel the mesmerising grinding of his pelvis against you, his body curving so perfectly over you. The realisation of it shook you with a jolt of pure passion and made you moan his name out loud.

John gently pushed the arm you had wrapped around him to push it above your head so he could keep it there while squeezing your hands together, your fingers intertwining being the ulterior evidence of your love.

His movements kept guiding you through the third orgasm of the night as he soon reached his too.

Worn out from the hectic day he just lived, John collapsed next to you, placing his hand over your panting chest. You took it to place it right on your heart, smiling when the man by your side nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck as sleep was slowly taking over you.

When you woke up the next morning John wasn't there, he must've been gone for his morning run you thought. You were welcome with a text from him, confirming your thoughts:

You smiled as you heard some noise in the bathroom next to your room: he came back and was taking a shower. What better occasion than to go and say hello to him?

"Good morning my slutty princess 💖 On my morning run, wait for me to have breakfast xx"

The smile drawn on your face was probably the biggest you ever had. You got up without bothering getting dressed as you would soon be under the shower with him. You smirked when you caught sight of his slender figure behind the large glass door. The moment you opened it, you were faced with his broad back, his hands being busy washing his hair.

"Hey" The smile you sensed in his voice made your heart swell.

The idea on your mind was to surprise him so you tiptoed inside the cubicle in the quietest way possible. He winced a bit the moment he felt your arms wrapping around his waist, soon followed by your lips lingering in the middle of his back.

"Good morning, Mr Goalscorer" His wet skin was irresistible so you couldn't avoid planting other kisses here and there: on the nape of his neck, against his shoulder blades. "How was your run?"

"Good, it's a bit freezing early in the morning so I dreamt of this hot shower for the past two hours"

You giggled, biting on his shoulder.

"I've been thinking about this hot shower too" You replied cheekily.

"You're so naughty"

"What? I just wanted to help my boyfriend out"

"With what?"

"I don't know, with whatever you may need under the shower I guess"

That line of yours made John laugh out loud, as he cupped your face to kiss you.

"I love you so much"

"I love you more"

You kissed his hand softly as he kept you tight against his chest.

The atmosphere got ruined by your grumbling stomach which made John laugh out loud.

"Okay, got it. Let's go have breakfast" He playfully slapped your bum to encourage you out of the shower cubicle.

He should have scored more often, in the right net of course.

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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just watched jj tv season 1 and 2 and i remembered how rudy played soccer and i need soccer player jj rn i think i might die

—cw: absolutely nothing but fluff and one mention of being sad

—a/n: bro my two fav things in one i’m about to die. omg. i’m gonna do headcanons hur i’d you want more soccer player!jj lmk… bc i’m willing to provide…

BUT LIKE ALSO PRO JJ SOCCER PLAYED AND Y/N WAG ???????? LIKE OMGGGG😫

okay jj would always love soccer but he didn’t play until 7th grade bc he thought he just liked watching

turns out he has real skill AND it’s super fun for him!!

so he started playing for his school team and i can imagine him becoming known for being one of the best player

bro would def be a defender 🤩🤩🤩

also his number would be a one digit number like 3 or 6

HE WOULD GET U HIS JERSEY AND MAKE U WEAR ONE TO EVERY SINGLE GAME

you’re his number 1 supporter always

you always go to his games and he starts dedicating his goals to you 😘

i can imagine him playing overseas for like chelsea or dortmund 🤗🤗🤗

you and the pogues would go to every single one of his games

he would teach you how to play and during off-season, he would coach you 😭😭

IMAGINE THE POGUES PLAYING BEACH SOCCER 😭😭😭 THE CHAOSSSS

jj, you, kie vs john b, sarah and pope

spoiler: you guys would win each time 😭

i feel like jj at some point during HS would start taking soccer super seriously, wanting to actually go pro

you always supported his dreams and you wanted him to succeed so he could leave the island and make a life for himself and you

he would be completely CRUSHED after losing games but you always made him feel so much better

ANYWAYS

jj would def go pro and become a famous player for chelsea and you would be the #1 WAG ever .

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mabith · 9 months

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You few will just have to put up with this period of Westlake evangelism. I'm in such a mood about these books. But now you get audio AND text! This was originally published in 1983, so answering machines were not common in the home.

“Hello,” said the telephone cheerfully into Dortmunder's ear, “this is Andy Kelp.”

“This is Dort—” Dortmunder started to say, but the telephone was still talking in his ear. It was saying:

“I'm not home right now, but—”

“Andy? Hello?”

“—you can leave a message on this recording machine—”

“It's John, Andy. John Dortmunder.”

“—and I'll call you back just as soon as I can.”

“Andy! Hey! Can you hear me?”

“Leave your message right after you hear the beep. And do have a nice day.”

Dortmunder held both hands cupped around the mouthpiece of the phone and roared down its throat: “HELLO!”

“eeeepp”

Dortmunder recoiled from the phone as though it were just about to explode, which he half expected it would. Holding the receiver at arm's length, he watched it mistrustfully for a few seconds, then slowly brought it closer and bent his ear to the earpiece. Silence. A long, hollow, sort of unreeling kind of silence. Dortmunder listened, and then there was a faint click, and then the silence changed, becoming furry, empty, and pointless. Knowing he was all alone, Dortmunder nevertheless asked, “Hello?” The furry silence went on. Dortmunder hung up the phone, went out to the kitchen, had a glass of milk, and thought it over.

May was out to the movies, so there was no one to discuss this situation with, but on reflection it seemed to Dortmunder pretty clear what had happened. Andy Kelp had got himself a machine to answer the telephone. The question was, why would he do such a thing? Dortmunder cut a slice of Sara Lee cheese danish, chewed it, mulled this question, drank his milk, and at last decided you just could never figure out why Kelp did the things he did. Dortmunder had never talked to a machine before—except for an occasional rude remark at a car that refused to start on a cold morning—but okay; if he was going to continue to know Andy Kelp, he would apparently have to learn to talk to machines. And he might just as well start now.

Leaving the glass in the sink, Dortmunder went back to the living room and dialed Kelp's number again, and this time he didn't start talking until the machine was finished saying, “Hello, this is Andy Kelp. I'm not home right now, but you can leave a message on this recording machine and I'll call you back just as soon as I can. Leave your message right after you hear the beep. And do have a nice day.” eeeepp

“Sorry you aren't there,” Dortmunder said. “This is Dortmunder and I'm—”

But now the machine starting talking again: “Hey!” it said. “Hello!”

Probably a malfunction in the announcement mechanism. Well, it wasn't Dortmunder's problem; he didn't have any goddam gizmo on his telephone. Doggedly ignoring the machine's irruptions, Dortmunder went on with his message: “—off on a little job. I thought you might come with me—”

“Hey, it's me! It's Andy!”

“—but I guess I can do it on my own. Talk to you later.”

As Dortmunder hung up, the phone was saying, rather plaintively, “John? Hello!” Dortmunder went to the hall closet, put on his jacket with the burglar tools all tucked away in the hidden interior pockets, and left the apartment. Ten seconds later, in the empty living room, the phone rang. And rang. And rang...

#that difference in the quality of silence when the recording is happening vs after is so real #Donald E. Westlake #Why Me #John Dortmunder #I feel this book is the start of the Extra Perfect run of Dortmunder novels but they're all so good #oh the days of letting the answering machine screen your calls because you didn't have caller ID #gonna keep transcribing bits even though my cat gets jealous and comes to interrupt

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kurtbusiek · 8 months

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What are some good PI/mystery novels you enjoy that you can recommend?

When I felt in the mood for a comfort read, I’d often turn to Lawrence Block’s Matt Scudder novels or his Bernie Rhodenbarr series -- the Scudders are dark, the Bernies are funny, but a stack of those would keep me reading not just for the plots but to see the leads and the ongoing supporting characters interact and develop over time. Others that work well for me: John Sandford’s Lucas Davenport novels (and his Virgil Flowers novels, which are sort of a second-track for the Davenports, interacting often) have a very satisfying sense of work-related bullshitting -- the mystery always gets addressed, but the crime-solvers have a great sense of co-workers who’ve been together for long enough to comfortably banter back and forth. Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch and Mickey Haller novels work very well as series reads too -- it’s actually worth reading Connelly in publication order, because even when he starts a different series or does a standalone novel, characters from those books wind up showing up in other series books, so it’s rewarding to take in the whole universe of Connelly crime. [Sandford does this too -- there are a few novels that focus on other characters and then they show up in the Lucasverse, which is enjoyable.] Robert Crais’s Elvis Cole mysteries are not only enjoyable reads, but the characters and mood develop a lot over the series, so they make good multi-book reads, too -- and again, there are characters who start out in their own novels and then feed into the Elvisverse. The standalones that don’t connect tend to be extremely good, as well.

Donald E. Westlake’s Dortmunder series and his Parker series (under the name Richard Stark) are very much not PI novels -- both characters are professional thieves, though Dortmunder’s world is one of comedic disaster and Parker’s is tough and spare and mean, and both are great. There’s even one book (JIMMY THE KID) where the Dortmunder gang decides to follow a crime plan from a Parker novel and the chapters alternate between the tough-guy procedural and the comic everything-goes-wrong. Dick Francis’s racing mysteries rarely have series leads (there are a couple of leads that recur here and there), but the novels all take place in the horseracing world and the leads tend to be similar, so reading through a stack of them can be a lot of fun too. I’m sure there are plenty I’m leaving out -- I like the first 13 or so Spenser novels by Robert B. Parker, but think that after that they largely get less and less interesting, though the banter is always readable. Laura Lippmann’s Tess Monaghan novels have a lot of engaging growth and change to them, too. Chelsea Cain’s Archie Sheridan/Gretchenn Lowell serial-killer novels are unsettling but, again, have change and growth over the series. When I was younger I loved John D. MacDonald’s Travis McGee, but I fear those haven’t aged well. Hammett and Chandler are the classics of the form, but the Continental Op doesn’t change or grow, and I never read Chandler’s novels in chronological order. I also remember scarfing down Leslie Charteris’s Saint novels and Manning Coles’s Tommy Hambledon, but haven’t read either for years. I’m still sure I’m forgetting series I love, but that ought to be a respectable list. As for where to start in all these series, I’d say start at the beginning for most of them. Maybe start four or five books in with Lucas Davenport, because he got more interesting as he went. The same might be true for Elvis Cole, and with Robert B. Parker I’d say start with MORTAL STAKES. If you like them you’ll eventually want to read the early ones, and they’re not bad, it’s just that the series kinda rev up a few novels in as the writers find their footing.

#mystery novels #crime novels #comfort reads

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