You Totally Need To Do Like A Full On Story, Your Writing Is One Of The Best Iv Seen X

heyyy are you still writing blurbs? xx

I am yes! Sorry I’ve not been overly motivated lately and people stopped sending them in so I guess I just wasn’t necessarily prompted to do so. People are still welcome to send things in, I’ll answer questions and blurbs and just have a gossip xx

I don’t think this in The questions but why is Newcastle your team? Like for example my team is Liverpool because Stevie Gerard won my heart many years ago x

Hi anon!

I never really liked football as a kid I’m gonna he honest. My family wasn’t very into sports much. But I went out with a Newcastle fan, went to every home match whilst I was with him (which was a year so like one season of matches) and he constantly talked about it and now even though I’m no longer with him I got too obsessed and immersed to let go. So yeah that’s why I support Newcastle. I’m not actually originally from Newcastle I’m from around it so I never had the football culture that exists in Newcastle, hence my not supporting them in the first place

Okay but riding John's thigh and you won't let him touch you and you're just going "till you get her face off your body you ain't touching me again babe, you'll just have to watch me get my self off"

and it started when your friend showed you some stupid article that mentioned he still had his tattoo and what it might suggest for the future of their relationship, and not that you have a problem with Millie but that rubbed you the wrong way so you sit at work, waiting to get home to him and show him who his girl is. And it seems like forever before you’re pulling into the driveway and walking into the living room, seeing him back from training sat on the sofa and flicking through Netflix. And god he looks good, of course he does, so you stride over to him, sit straddeling his thigh, his hands making immediate movements to your hips but you push him away and he’s shocked, mumblings of ‘love’ and ‘babe’ falling from his mouth as he desperately tries to grasp any part of your body. But you push him off every time, ‘till you get your face off her body you don’t get to touch me, babe’ and he’s groaning, sinking back into the cushion as he watches you through dark eyes, rocking back and forth on his thigh, small moans emitting from your mouth and he can barely contain himself, hands still trying to grasp, still being rejected, ‘you’ll just have to watch me get myself off’ and he hates it but god he loves it. The tattoo is gone within a week.

anon you’re killing me x

Drunken Stonesy… part 2.

How old are you? ❤️

Ooo my first actual question ask!

I’m always interested in knowing people’s ages to see if they seem the age they actually are!

And I’m 17 x

what would be sex with Eric after a long separation

It’s going to start needy, him desperately trying to show you how much he’s missed you through his kiss, through his hands gripping your hips and pulling through your hair. But then as it progresses it slows down. It’s more soft and it’s more full of love and he’s taking his time to get reacquainted with your body, leaving beard burn up your thighs as your hands tug on his hair. And it’s an entire night spent bringing each other pleasure, taking turns, whispers about how much you’ve missed each other mixing with the breathy moans in the air.

→ england dorks and their handshake❣️

arguing with bae™ on pitch | everton vs. man city | february 6th, 2019

PSA

If you thought Barcelona was bad @ Liverpool, just wait until you get to Newcastle. Big Christian Atsu will fuck you right up lads

James Rodriguez breakup

based on the psg rumours x

and it’s hard because it’s for his career so how could you not let him go but you can’t have a relationship over different countries - it wouldn’t work and you both know that. So you’re letting him go, with a kiss and a breathy, ‘I know you’ll do so well’ and both your visions are blurring because it’s not fair. It’s not fair that you have to stay there for work and he has to go to Paris for work. And you’re leaving him on his door step with a whispered ‘We’ll stay in touch’ and an almost silent confession that you’re not sure he hears. And he’s watching you get in your car and drive off, the wind still whispering your last words; ‘I’ll always love you’.