#lingard

[hendolish]

just thinking about when jesse was out during the last euros being the ultimate wag x

[ahumourlessworld]

portrait by Darren McAndrew, 2017

“I must interrupt myself at this point to say a word about my whole approach to Arthur Lingard's obsessions. There was a time when I would have tried to interpret them entirely in sexual terms—sublimation of an Oedipus complex, and so on. But, as I mentioned at the beginning of this account, I have come to accept increasingly the views of certain "third force" psychologists—Frankl, Caruso, Maslow, Carl Rogers, Glasser—who recognize in man what might be called 'higher instinctual needs." Of course, the basic mechanism of life is contraction and expansion, absorption and discharge of energy, like breathing in and breathing out. And there are undoubtedly many human beings of whom you can say that it doesn't much matter what they're doing so long as they're doing something. But most reasonably sensitive people prefer activities that they consider "worthwhile"—that is to say, in some way creative. It is a need, just as strong as the sexual urge.

Put it this way. Freud and most of his disciples see mental illness as the outcome of the frustration by the environment of certain basic needs, the chief one being the sexual need. A perfectly running human being ought to be like a perfectly running machine, somehow obeying the natural laws of his being. Neurosis comes from sand or rust getting into the works; it comes from outside, so to speak. But it has become increasingly clear to me that there is another kind of neurosis, that comes from inside. Human beings experience a need to develop, to mature, to realize their potentials, to become, if you like, more godlike (or more human—it's the same thing). And if it's true that inside every fat man, there's a thin man struggling to get out, so inside every dull, bored man, there's a brilliant creative man struggling to get out, like a chicken in its egg or a butterfly in its chrysalis. If circumstances frustrate his development, it may take strange turns.” - Colin Wilson, ‘Lingard’ (1970) [p. 124, 125]

[alltimecharlo]

marcus and jesse swapping shirts 🥹

[opulusx]

John Henry Lingard #bradford #undercliffe #cemetery #remembrance #lingard

[torresaul]

seeing jarcus on the pitch together again made my heart go🫶🏾🫶🏾❤️❤️💜💜💜🥹🥹🥹😍😍🥰🥰🥰🫠🫠🫶🏾🫶🏾🥲🥲 i miss them together so much but happy marcus is thriving again. ggmu <3

[veryhotsoccerplayers]

[soccerximagines]

Could you do a Jesse Lingard imagine? One where you're his daughters babysitter and every time he's off to training, you're at his place, babysitting Hope. He's had feelings for you since you started working with them a few months ago and Hope practically is crazy in love with you. One day Jesse makes it home early, catching you baking with his little princess while singing to Frozen songs and debating about which ice cream flavour is best. Your shift doesn't finish till another hour so you're still around, this time Jesse joining in on the rest of your activities and he watches while you put Hope out for her nap, adoring you more. You have small talk as you make your way to leave but before you do, he asks you out.

Ooo I'm excited for this one, thank you!

Babysitting

Whenever someone found out about your job, which was babysitting Jesse Lingards' daughter, they were incredibly jealous. "I bet you love your job," they would say, "being able to work for one of the sexiest footballers out there!"

However, the truth was that you barely saw Jesse apart from at the beginning and end of your shifts. The rest of the time you were on your own with Hope.

Nevertheless, they were right, you did love your job. Hope was an amazing kid, both funny, sweet and fairly easy to care for. On top of that it paid way more than any of your previous babysitting gigs.

Today had started of as any other day; you going over to Jesse's house to watch Hope. Jesse greeted you as you arrived, the two of you having a quick chat before he had to leave. However, what differed from other days was the small "good luck" he had thrown your way before getting in his car.

It turned out that the normally cheerful Hope was in quite the mood; grumpily not going along with any of the things you suggested that you could do.

"Do you want to go play outside in the rain?"

"No!" She huffed, crossing her arms sassily.

"Do you want to draw something?"

"No!"

Eventually you suggested that you could bake some brownies for when her dad returned from practice. Luckily she agreed to that, her previous mood completely replaced with a cheery one.

Immediately afterwards the two of you got to work as you put on her absolute favorite soundtrack in the entire world; the one from Frozen.

The music was still playing when Jesse returned from his practice early, making his return unnoticed by the two of you.

Instead of greeting you immediately he stood in the doorway into the kitchen, watching you do the dishes while the brownies were in the oven. You and Hope were also talking about the cake you were going to eat.

"Ice cream too?" Hope asked, giving you pleading eyes.

"Are you kidding? Ice cream to brownies is mandatory!" You giggled, poking her nose playfully.

Hope wanted chocolate flavor, but you tried to tell her that vanilla was a better choice. "Since the brownies are made of chocolate it might be a bit too much chocolate then," you tried to reason, "plus vanilla is much better anyways!"

"Chocolate is best. Silly Y/N," Hope scoffed - making you laugh.

Eventually Jesse decided to make his presence known, walking into the kitchen and greeting you.

"Daddy!" Hope squealed and ran over to hug him.

"Hi princess!" He lifted her up and held her in his arms.

"You're home early!" You commented, giving him a polite smile.

"Yeah, we finished a bit earlier as a reward for our recent win," he shrugged.

You didn't quite know what to do next. Your shift didn't end for another hour or so, and the brownies weren't even finished yet, but now that Jesse was home you didn't want to overstay your welcome.

"I should probably get going then," you awkwardly said - not quite sure if you were telling him about leaving, or asking if you should.

"No," Hope protested as she heard you, "Y/N, stay!"

Jesse agreed with his daughter. "You should stay, at least until the brownies are done. Can't have you making them and not even getting a taste."

"That would be tragic," you stated with a laugh, giving in and deciding to stay a little longer.

If Jesse was honest with himself he was happy that he got to spend a little time with you too. From the start he had been attracted to you, but when he saw how great you were with Hope; and he got to know you better through small talk, the attraction had evolved into something more. He had even contemplated asking you out for a while now, but the fear of rejection held him back. Maybe you would find it weird seeing how he technically was your boss.

Before any of you could say another word your timer went off; indicating that the brownies were done. Hope clapped her hands together in glee, knowing what the sound meant. "Brownies!"

The three of you ate the brownies together in harmony. Jesse had gotten both chocolate and vanilla flavored ice cream out of the freezer, trying to make both his girls happy. Well, although you technically weren't his girl, he definitely wanted you to be.

You laughed and joked around with each other, all whilst listening to the Frozen soundtrack - that Hope refused to let you turn off.

After the brownies had been eaten it was time for Hope's afternoon nap. Jesse got up to take her, but you beat him to it. "I'll do it," you smiled and carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Jesse trailed after you and watched as you laid her down and sung her favorite bedtime song, staying with her until she fell asleep.

You blushed as you felt his gaze on you, but kept your own gaze on Hope. Although you never dared to admit it to anyone you had developed a small crush on the footballer. You never said anything though, afraid he would find it weird since you worked for him.

Eventually you got up and faced him with a smile. "Well, I guess that it my cue to leave for today." He nodded, "I'll walk you to the door."

You grabbed your coat and said your goodbyes; but the minute you stepped outside you heard him speak up again.

"Would you," he cleared his voice before continuing, "would you like to go out for dinner sometime? Just the two of us, no Hope."

You smiled and internally cheered, happy he felt the same way that you did.

"Yeah, sounds like a date."

[mrsmctominay]

Can you write about you being Marcus’ gf and you wanna have a threesome with Jesse. Marcus brings it up but as a joke in the locker room with Jesse and Jadon, with Bukayo and Jude eavesdropping. While practice on the pitch, Jesse pulls Marcus aside to ask if he was joking or being for real because he’s in. Idk know if they should have it at Jesse’s place or at Marcus’s, or at a hotel. Go into full detail and try to make it long please xoxo

Threesome- Marcus Rashford x Jesse Lingard

"Y/N hinted to me about a threesome with Jess a few days ago and I don't know how to feel about it", Marcus says with a laugh. Jesse just sits in silence with a smile on his face, not knowing what to say. "Go for it bro", Jadon teases. Jude and Bukayo just look at each other from outside the dressing room door.

"Marcus come here a sec", Jesse says whilst pulling Marcus over to the side. "What's up", "Did you really mean what you said in there? Like, does she actually want a threesome or are you just being a wind up?", Jesse asks. "Right if I say this to you now you cannot let anyone else know, okay?", Marcus says and Jesse nods in agreement. "Me and Y/N had a conversation about it, she brought it up and I said I would mention it to you. I'm not saying it has to happen I just said that I would talk to you", Marcus explains.

Jesse stands staring blankly for a minute as if he's thinking and they begin walking back with the rest of the boys. "I'm down bro", he whispers as he runs off to join his group. 'Fuck', Marcus whispers to himself.

- texts between Marcus and Jesse after international is over-

J: So bro, this threesome you were chatting about, is it happening?

M: I don't know bro, I spoke to Y/N and told her that you were down but she didn't say anything else. Maybe if I tell her me and you want to do it she will say something?

J: Maybe, say to her and see what she says

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"Y/N, come here a minute please", Marcus shouts to you from downstairs. "Yeah coming", "What's up?", you ask as you sit down next to him. "So, I spoke to Jesse again and we both want to go ahead with it, if you know what I'm on about, so we just wanted to know if you still did?", he asks nervously. You sit in silence for a second. "Yes", you say under your breath. "What? Really? Are you sure? You don't have to if you don't want to of course", he assures you. "No no I'm sure, it was my idea in the first place", you giggle back to him. "Right sound I'll go tell Jess and we will work out a plan", he winks and taps your thigh as he gets up.

The next day at training, Marcus talks to Jesse about 'the plan'. "Y/N said she's still down to do it so we just need a plan", Marcus giggles. "At yours or mine? Or even a hotel?", Jesse asks. "Definitely not a hotel, that's too obvious. Maybe at mine? She might feel more comfortable that way", "Yeah yeah true. So when?". Marcus thinks for a second. "When are we both free? Sunday? We don't have a match or training so it's our best bet?", Marcus suggests and Jesse nods in agreement.

"Y/N come here a minute", Marcus shouts as he walks into the house after training. "Yeah what's up", you say as you walk up to him. "So me and Jesse were thinking sunday night? At ours so you feel more comfortable, what do you think?", "Sounds good", you wink back as you walk away again.

This was something you had always thought about, but you didn't think it would ever become a reality. When you had originally spoke to Marcus about it, you expected him to be mad at you but surprisingly he was excited that you'd brought it up.

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The day was here... You were excited but nervous. Marcus had been on the phone to Jesse all day, you weren't quite sure what they were planning.

The day couldn't go any slower. The hours dragged on. One day felt like multiple.

"Jesse will be here in an hour. Go do whatever you need to do and oh, put on that baby blue lingerie set that I laid on the bed", Marcus demands as he walks into the living room. 'Oh so the fun has started already', you think to yourself.

You walk up and just as he said, there's this beautiful blue lingerie set - brand new - laid on the bed and you can't wait to but it on. You quickly do some light makeup, even though you know it will all be off shortly, and fix your hair before slipping into the underwear that Marcus got you.

You hear a loud knock rattle through the front door before hearing Marcus greet Jesse. 'Shit', you think to yourself. The time was finally here!

"Y/N are you ready?", Marcus shouts up to you. "Ready as I'll ever be", you shout back. "Come down then princess". "What till you see what I've got her in", you hear Marcus say to Jesse as you slowly walk downstairs.

You peer around the living room door to see the two men sitting on the couch, waiting not so patiently for you. "Come in baby", Marcus grins. You wander into the living room, swaying your hips and putting on a show. Jesse whistles at you and Marcus smirks in return.

"That is one tasty looking lady", Jesse smirks.

"Where do you want me?", you ask as you run your hand gently across your torso. "On the couch. Hands and knees", Marcus demands. The men stand up and you position yourself accordingly. Jesse gets behind you and pulls your panties to one side as Marcus pulls down his trousers and boxers and lines himself up with your mouth.

You feel Jesse's tongue lick up and down your wet core as Marcus' length hits the back of your throat with force. You moan against Marcus' dick and push yourself back onto Jesse' tongue, implying to him that you want more.

Jesse pulls down his trousers and then his boxers and discards them somewhere in the room. He pumps his hand up and down his long member before gently running it up and down your slit.

"Does my princess want to be fucked from both ends like the little slut she is?", Marcus says as he grabs your hair and tugs on it slightly. You look up at him and give him your best puppy dog eyes and they water in the process.

Jesse fucks you fast and hard, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust and your pussy thanks him by squeezing around his dick.

He fucks you until you come to your first orgasm before him and Marcus swap places. Jesse kneels in front of you, ready for you to take him in your mouth. "Go at your own pace this time baby", he says to you.

"Ready to be fucked by daddy now baby?", Marcus whispers to you as be gently pushes himself into you.

Nothing beats being fucked by your own boyfriend.

Marcus' thumbs dig into your hips as the pace quickens. You take Jesse into your mouth and start bobbing your head and your hand comes up as a chaser. Your moans vibrate through Jesse' body, making him buck his hips in return.

Marcus' thumbs dig into your hips as the pace quickens. You take Jesse into your mouth and start bobbing your head and your hand comes up as a chaser. Your moans vibrate through Jesse's body, making him buck his hips in return.

Jesse's hips buck one last time before he releases his load into your mouth, the warm, slightly salty, liquid dribbling onto your tongue and down your throat.

After Jesse is finished, he gets his boxers back on and sits down to watch Marcus finish you off, Marcus amping up the pace as he does so. He places a hard slap on your ass and then travels his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in small circular motions.

Marcus' cum coats your walls right as you reach your high and it's more intense than it's ever been before.

"You've got yourself a gooden", Jesse smirks to Marcus as they both watch you laying there, quivering.

Being fucked by your boyfriend was one thing. But being fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend at the same time was something out of this world.