Hi Can You Write Some Angry Smutty Stonesy Please Xx

this bitch here recorded the whole thing

Being friends with Dele growing up and your families always talk about you getting together and you both always tell them it will never happen but secretly you both have feelings and are too afraid that if you say something you will lose your best friend

And you both laugh whenever someone mentions it, brushing it off as complete nonsense: you’re both just friends. But he doesn’t notice how you wince whenever he says ‘shes just me best friend’, and you don’t notice how his face momentarily falls whenever you laugh at the ‘so how long have you been dating?’ comments. And he doesn’t notice when you down a drink and leave as quick as you can whenever you spot him in the corner of a club with a girl and you don’t notice how his knuckles whiten whenever a man buys you a drink. And he doesn’t notice how sick you look when his hands are roaming a girls body in the middle of the dance floor and you don’t notice how he takes a minute to steady his breathing whenever you laugh at another man’s jokes whilst touching his arm. Neither of you notice - but why would you? You’re just friends.

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1) my team is Newcastle2) I don’t really support any other teams directly but there’s definitely teams I’d prefer to win certain games. Also I want city to win the league. 4) Martin Dúbravka because he’s basically the reason we’re not in the relegation zone currently, plus he’s really nice (Schär is a close second though)5) shearer probably because he did so much and he’s our biggest and never left. Also les Ferdinand because his partnership with shearer was amazing.34) yeah my national team is England 35) I do support them. 36) I don’t necessarily ‘identify’ with any other national teams but I support like Slovakia for dúbravka, Switzerland for schär, etc in certain matches.

Write more of John and thins United photographer, what’s he replying to the text ?

Was thinking we could do something

And that’s how you ended up exploring the city with John. He took you to places you’ve never been - ‘paparazzi follow me sometimes: you learn where to go’ - and treated you to food you’ve never eaten - ‘got to spend my money on something, I’m glad it’s something as pretty as you’ with a cheeky wink thrown in for good measure. And at the end of the day he’s driving you home, your cheeks hurt from laughing so much and your eyes are bright with excitement and he’s walking you to your door, silence engulfing the pair of you as you stand, not quite knowing what to do. And he’s placing a lingering kiss on your cheek, leaving you with an ‘I’ll text you’, a longing stare and a desperate need to stop him from going.

do one with winks. he gets drunk and he acts like childish, his girlfriend tries to make him to change his clothes and tuck him in bed but it's not that easy haha. I need more winksy in my life

You’re picking him up from a club and driving him home and god if that wasn’t difficult enough with him constantly touching you, trying to curl up on you as you navigated the streets, but getting him out of his clothes for bed was a whole other level. He’d giggle and pull on your shirt as you tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, he’d refuse to sit still as you tried to untie his shoes and he’d make flirty comments followed by ‘I have a girlfriend’ as you tried to undo his belt. And when you finally got him undressed for bed he’s pulling you in with him ‘come lie with me’ in a singsong voice surrounding you.

Ayoze Pérez you gem

omg do some Frenkie de Jong xx

I have some in my inbox that I’ll get around to between now and the next few days x

Hey when will you start writing again?

Hello anon,

I don’t want to make any promises at the moment but I’ll definitely be writing again in 3 weeks time - when I leave for holidays - but perhaps before then if I manage to get myself together as I’m struggling with a couple life things at the minute.

I feel bad though because I just have asks from months ago and the inactivity and interaction with people dying down just makes me feel like everyone is forgetting me, so when I finally do start writing again nobody will care - which obviously it’s not about likes or anything I just feel like I’m letting everyone down.

John taking you into the club toilet to remind you and everyone else you are his on a night out because you are wearing a tight dress and every guy is staring at you...

you were dancing in the middle of the club, body looking amazing in that dress he loved but he wasn’t watching you. Drink in hand, leaning against the bar, he was watching every other man in the club watch you - and he was angry. He couldn’t blame them, you looked incredible and he knew that and usually he wouldn’t even mind, knowing you were his but with the excess alcohol coursing through his veins he couldn’t stop himself from striding into the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the toilets. ‘John what are you-’ and his moth was on yours immediately, guiding you towards the sink. ‘Jump’ was whispered across your face as he made his way to your neck, hands on your hips, pushing up your dress, grip so tight he’d leave bruises. And he uses his fingers to give you pleasure, kissing down your neck, your moans engulfing the dimly lit club toilets sporadically in contrast to the rhythmic movements of his hands. And it’s all about you, not him. He’s showing everyone you’re his - ‘moan for me, baby’ - and he’s holding you close as you reach orgasm, collecting your moans in his mouth, and pulling your dress down again. ‘Now go show everyone that body again, love, now that it’s been marked as mine’ and you slap his shoulder as you notice the marks on your neck in the dirty mirror.

Big up Freddie woodman in the u21s