#Mufc

[underwater-i-will-go]

FIRM GRASP

[marcusrashforddefender]

nonchalant portuguese evil DILF and his favorite hardworking beautiful twink

[paucubarsisimp]

thin walls pt.2

pairing: mason mount x reader

summary: in which mason and you get revenge

warnings: mentions of sex

a/n: i accidentally deleted the request...

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sunday – 9:00 a.m. – mason's bedroom

you woke up with the soft morning light spilling through the curtains again. this time, you didn’t even want to face the day because you could practically feel declan and lauren’s smugness already seeping into your bones.

mason groaned beside you, his hand lazily draped over your waist, pulling you closer as he murmured, “not today. not yet.”

you rolled your eyes. “we can’t hide forever, mason.”

“sure we can,” he said, muffled by the pillow. “we just need a plan.”

you glanced at him, a wicked idea forming in your mind. “oh, i’ve got a plan.”

later – 11:30 a.m. – declan’s place

you and mason had spent the morning strategizing, or more accurately, reveling in the absurdity of your situation. it was time for the next round of retaliation. you just had to execute it without dying from secondhand embarrassment.

“mas,” you said, your voice dripping with mischief, “i think it’s time we really get under declan’s skin.”

mason’s eyes lit up. “what do you have in mind?”

you grinned. “we make them think we’re too in love. like… so in love, it’s borderline ridiculous.”

his eyes narrowed. “go on…”

“we show up in matching outfits. we literally don’t give them a chance to think we’re anything but… inseparable.” you raised an eyebrow, daring him to say no.

he let out a low chuckle. “that’s cruel. i like it.”

sunday – 2:00 p.m. – the living room

declan was sitting on the couch, flicking through channels, trying to ignore lauren, who was sitting next to him, practically vibrating with the anticipation of the morning’s events.

“you think they’ll come down soon?” declan asked, clearly trying to avoid the awkwardness of what had definitely been heard last night.

lauren shrugged. “who knows? but i’m betting we get a show.”

then, the door to the living room opened, and you and mason stepped in—matching.

you were both wearing oversized graphic tees that said “soulmates,” a joke you’d found at a thrift store, and it was undeniably cheesy. you were holding hands, which was completely unnecessary, but you didn’t care. it was time to put the full show on.

declan’s eyes went wide as soon as he saw you two standing in the doorway, practically glowing with the most ridiculous amount of affection.

“no,” declan said, shaking his head. “no. please. i can’t do this.”

you skipped over to the couch, dropping down next to him and mason plopping beside you with the biggest grin on his face. “what’s the matter, declan?” you asked, feigning innocence. “you don’t like our new look?”

lauren, trying desperately to hide her laughter, couldn’t help but burst out, “oh my god, you two look like a walking instagram couple.”

mason smirked, leaning into you. “we are one. aren’t we, babe?”

“absolutely,” you replied, squeezing his hand dramatically. “there’s no one i’d rather spend my days with. not even you guys.” you paused, making sure declan and lauren were thoroughly squirming. “no offense, of course.”

declan groaned, rubbing his temples. “you’re literally killing me. i thought we were friends.”

mason winked at him. “we are, mate. but you’re gonna have to suffer for your crimes.”

lauren clapped her hands. “this is horrifying.”

you turned to her with a teasing grin. “oh, don’t worry. we’ll still love each other loudly, for you. for the memories.”

declan immediately got up and started pacing. “no. i’m going for a walk. i’m leaving.”

“you can’t escape it!” mason called after him. “we’re here now.”

sunday – 6:00 p.m. – the kitchen

the next phase of your revenge plot? disguising your affection as completely over-the-top coupley things. you and mason were preparing dinner—together—making an absurd spectacle of every move you made. cooking in sync, handing each other utensils with a dramatic flair, and whispering sweet nothings that were just loud enough for declan and lauren to hear from the other room.

mason turned to you, a smile spreading across his face. “i love you so much, babe. you’re the only one who can flip a pancake just right.”

you leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek as the sound of declan groaning from the other room carried through the walls. “i love you more. you’re the best partner in crime i could ever ask for.”

you heard declan’s voice muffled but still clearly audible. “i am going to explode.”

you smiled sweetly. “yeah, we know. it’s kind of the point.”

later – 11:30 p.m. – mason’s bedroom

mason was sprawled across the bed, one hand propped behind his head, the other casually tracing circles on your shoulder.

“well,” he said, “i think we’ve broken them.”

you snorted, pressing your face into his shoulder. “no, no, i think we’ve been broken. my pride is officially in the gutter.”

“pride’s overrated anyway,” he whispered, brushing your hair behind your ear. “all that matters is you and me, babe. together forever.”

you groaned, lifting your head up to stare at him. “you’re such a cheese ball.”

he shrugged, grinning that stupidly attractive grin of his. “but you love it.”

you smirked, a dangerous glint in your eyes. “wanna prove it?”

just as mason’s lips were about to find yours, there was a loud bang from the living room.

“mason. YOU’RE DEAD,” declan screamed.

you froze for a second, then laughed, dropping your face back into his chest. “we’re not done yet.”

monday – 9:00 a.m. – the kitchen

declan, looking decidedly worse for wear, was sitting at the table, face buried in his hands. lauren was beside him, trying (and failing) to hide her smirk.

you and mason waltzed in, looking entirely too happy, dressed in the same ridiculous matching outfits you had worn the previous day.

"morning, declan," mason said, voice saccharine sweet. "did you sleep well?"

declan glared up at him, barely holding it together. "you're both monsters. you’re ruining my life."

you poured yourself a cup of coffee, acting like this was all just another regular day. "oh, come on. we didn’t do that much. just a little fun.”

declan groaned, clutching his mug like it was his only lifeline. “i’m calling a ceasefire. right now.”

mason raised an eyebrow. “nah, i think we’re just getting started.”

you grinned, leaning over the counter. “i’d agree with him.”

bonus:

a small package arrived at declan’s mailbox. inside was a set of earplugs, a note attached:

"for the constant noise. i hope this helps.

love, your loudest friends."

declan’s only response: "i hate you both so much."

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @joaosnovia, @levidazai, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added!

[btlle]

quite disappointed in the club tbh

[ladymarycrawley]

Wet celebration - Mason Mount

Not requested but I was struck by the inspiration, after a long time, to write sth for our star boy so enjoy 💫

Warning: smutty, very smutty (and I said to myself it shouldn't have been lmao)

Tag list: @prideofpd, @chelsealover, @johnstonesfc, @masterclassbaby, @masonxomount

Mason going back to training after having missed some of the first games of the season together with the England camp was definitely something worthy of being celebrated.

Before he could go back you had in mind to have your intimate party which consisted of a candle lit bubble bath and champagne glasses to have a toast.

Everything had to be ready for when he came back home after his last session at the physio, the one that would have officially sealed his coming back on the pitch.

You were waiting for him kind of impatiently, both to have him all to yourself (romantically speaking) and to hear the good news of him getting the green light to go back doing the thing he loved the most.

He entered your shared house with the biggest grin ever, his trademark, and with his arms wide open.

“Guess who can go back to playing football?”

“Mhh let me guess…” You accepted playing his game, assuming a fake thoughtful expression as you walked towards him, between his arms. "Is that you?"

He nodded gloatingly, securing his grip around your body.

“I can go back playing” He hummed, sounding like a happy boy who just finished his homeworks and can go having fun.

“I knew it, I’m so proud of you” You whispered while cupping his perfect face in your hands. “And you deserve a reward”

Mason lifted his eyebrows in an enquiring look, waiting to have some explanations.

You smiled and took his hand in yours to lead him upstairs, where your romantic surprise was waiting for you.

When you stopped at the entrance of your big bathroom he saw the shadow of candlelights and smiled knowingly, walking in to look at the tub brimming with soap bubbles, the two glasses of champagne and the massaging oil on the ceramic surface waiting for you.

He wiggled his eyebrows and started unzipping his hoodie to throw it mercilessly on the floor.

“We need to hurry before the water cools down” His voice assumed an husky tone, the one he would usually get when lust was making its way inside his body and also the one that would make you wet.

You followed his advice by slowly discarding all the clothes that were covering your body, letting them fall on the floor. The only thing that didn’t leave your body was your powerful eye contact: you couldn’t look away from each other, you were a feast for each other’s eyes.

When you were both naked Mason offered his hand to help you step inside the tub as you thanked him silently with a smile.

You sat there, waiting for him to join you and to adopt your favourite posture which was laying your back against his chest and letting him do everything he had in mind to do to your body.

Before relaxing against his toned chest you stretched out your right arm to grab the two glasses and handed him his.

“What are we drinking to?”

 “To you being back at training and to me being always proud of you”

Mason smirked and raised his glass.

“I’d also like to drink to my gorgeous girlfriend who had this great idea…been missing some good bath tub sex”

“Mase!” You turned crimson as you nonchalantly sipped your wine.

“Oh come on, I know you’re no angel and your aim has always been this, since the beginning that little mind of yours started thinking about all of this”

You rolled your eyes and drank up the liquid in your glass, leaving some at the bottom of it to dip your index finger in and bring it closer to your boyfriend’s lips. He smirked as he didn’t doubt not even for a second about what was your plan for the night and swirled his tongue around your finger before sucking it. You had far better things to do than going on having some good wine, so you skipped to the main course.

A mischievous smirk appeared on your lips to match the one plastered on Mason’s face.

He took in your naked body, soaking your breast with some lazy strokes that gave him the chance to finally touch you. His thumb rubbed your nipple gently, soon adding the tip of his tongue to it.

Some sweet but forbidden cuddles were the things you missed the most during these days of pain and you weren’t the only one needing them so you moved your hand across his abdomen to place it in the tip of his dick coming out of water. The look you gave to it was obviously a luxurious one, you couldn’t wait to taste it.

You started by brushing your thumb pad left and right, adding a light pressure to it.

Mason sat on the step your bath tub had so you could give him his reward more easily.

The sight of his big cock twitching made you even more eager to have it so you moved closer, placing your palms on his inner thighs to let your mouth do the work you both were looking forward to: you spit on his member to make the movement of your lips smoother. Relaxed, cute moans started filling the room as he placed his hand in your tied up hair to spur you on.

“Oh good god..”

His eyes were closed and his head back against the wall: you succeeded in making him relax but you didn’t want him to get too relaxed as you needed something too, for being a good supportive girlfriend. When his precum started touching your lips you stopped, giving him doe eyes.

He opened his eyes and when he saw the way you were looking at him, knelt down in front of him all needy, he lost it: he needed to have you right there and then.

Mason’s brown eyes got covered in lust as he got back in the water and placed his hands on your hips to lift you on the step where he was sitting earlier.

He spread your legs open so he could start devouring your pussy as if his life depended on it. His tongue sucked, his teeth nibbled at your lips and his lips left small kisses all around: it was perfect.

“Oh yes Mase…I missed you” You whined, pushing your hips against his mouth. 

He let out a satisfied moan as he was pleased to give you such a good time. His tongue stopped licking your skin the moment he shifted it inside of you.

"Yes baby yes…fuck me”

The way he ate you out was about to give you your first orgasm but he did the same you did to him: as soon as he felt your juices down his chin he stopped and broke away.

“Mase -”

Mason lifted his weight on his arms to reach your height and whisper a little something to your lips.

“What goes around comes around”

He was too much to take: he was there making fun of you, looking hotter than ever and driving you crazy by being a tease.

Mason sat back in the tub as you straddled him, tangling your arms around his neck and bending your knees so that your feet were resting near his bottom. 

“You’re being a tease, that’s not fair” You cooed in his ear, biting on his earlobe in a playful yet horny.

“You’ve been a tease too and it was a pity I had to stop cause your cum tasted so good…”

A louder desperate groan left your lips, made it even more desperate by the feeling of his fingers dangerously close to your pussy.

The way he was there, looking irresistible, urged you to kiss him feverishly, a messy kiss that left nothing to the imagination.

During your open mothed kiss, Mason pressed his thumb on your clitoris, making you roll your eyes at the back of your head because of the pleasure he was capable of giving you.

Then he wrapped his arms around your waist seconds before entering you.

Your O shaped mouth gave echo to a deep moan, letting him know you were fully ready to feel him inside of you. 

He started rocking his pelvis against yours in a slow but passionate motion. That position was perfect because you could get lost in each other’s eyes while fucking your brains out. Your thrusts were bringing heaven to each one. The hot breath of his panting against your neck and your heavy sighs in his ear made you feel so close, resulting in both of you reaching the climax at the same time. It was a mess but quite a sexy one.

The sex you just had was perfect, so perfect Mason kept his cock inside of you a little more, basking in the pleasurable feeling of laukewarm water as well as the one of your walls still clenched around him.

“Can we do this again after my next game?

“Yeah but in the shower this time…” You groaned, looking at the mess you caused as all the bathroom floor was covered in water. “We made quite a mess”

"Not so fast baby girl" He stopped your attempt of getting out of there, tempting you with the oil massage you put there as he shook the bottle before your eyes "we still have to try this"

[player1064]

Ever found yourself wishing you had an easy reference for information on every professional football match Gary Neville has ever played in?

Ever wished you had access to even half of the thousands upon thousands of images of Gary Neville I have in my Collection?

Ever wondered how you can get into watching old games?

Wonder no more! I present to you...

The Gary Neville Match Database

This is the database I use to track which games of his I've watched and which I have links to recordings of, but I've simplified it a bit for general use/removed stuff that was specifically there just for my own point of reference.

I've also ADDED any images I have of each match to that match page (in HD, of course), along with the captions they came with on whatever stock image site I got them from.

I have put MONTHS of effort into perfecting this database, and recently I realised that I'm really quite proud of it, and want to share it with everyone else! So please enjoy, and drop me an ask if you have any questions, or just to let me know how you're getting on with it!

(Also, if you're planning on using this database I'd appreciate if you reblogged this post sort of as a way of acknowledging that/giving credit to my work?)

[rashfordxbruno]

WE'RE SO BACK (REAL) 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

[leonsliga]

Los argentinos 🇦🇷❤️

[sturniluvr]

god damn🫠🫠

[fitfootballers]

Kobbie Mainoo & Cole Palmer 🔥

[marcusrashforddefender]

i have NEVER seen this man cheese sm for a goal. i think he’s got a crush

[raphoupix]

Mason Mount Manchester City v. Manchester United Premier League

[btlle]

facechester united right up to the gaffer 🙂‍↕️

[magpies-in-a-mischief]

Who's the hottest Premier League manager part 2 (part 1 here)

Reminder, top 2 face off against the top 2 of part 1

[someshipsneversail]

[rashfordxbruno]

Twenty years.

426 games for Manchester United. 138 goals.

Five major trophies.

A boy who became a man who used his profile to change national policy so children didn’t go hungry.

Marcus Rashford, we are all proud of you. 👏🏼❤️