where matheus brings up a promise you made after the last game.
day 9 of my world cup series ~
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“then i’ll score just for you.”
that’s what matheus said after the last game after you’d given him a handjob. and score he did — twice.
both times, while celebrating, he’d stared directly at you while doing so. you found it both endearing and annoying at the same time. it was like he was doing this just to prove you wrong.
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“did you see that?” matheus asks when you enter his hotel room, the lock clicking soon after.
“see what?” you pretend to be clueless as you slip your shoes off, padding over to him. he was lying down on the bed, shirtless with a pair of grey sweatshorts hanging low on his hips, and looking especially good under the dim lights.
“my goals. they were for you, you know.” he sat upright, locking his eyes onto you.
you bit your lip when you saw his arms flex while propping himself up. “you’re skirting around what you actually want, mat.”
his hands went up to your hips as he pulled you closer, between his legs. “you know what i want, meu amor.”
you rolled your eyes before dropping to your knees, the same exact position as last week. he instinctively gathered your hair up into a ponytail as you pulled down his sweatshorts and briefs at the same time.
he sucked in a quick breath when he felt the cold air hitting his hardening shaft, and exhaled that same breath shakily when your tongue first made contact with it.
you licked from base to tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking his whole cock into your mouth.
he let out a groan at the warmth being enveloped around him, his hips twitching upwards subconsciously to feel more.
you slowly started to bob your head up and down, feeling his grip on your hair tighten, all while trying to maintain eye contact with him.
you barely once faltered while doing so, and when you started to speed up, his hips started to thrust up into your mouth to match that pace. “just like that… don’t stop,” groaned matheus as he stared back at you.
at some point he’d taken control, completely using your hair as leverage to move your head as he liked. and with a few last thrusts, he came into your mouth, completely without warning. to be fair, though, you could kind of tell — his cock didn’t tend to throb much unless he was about to come.
you didn’t swallow it, not at first, instead choosing to pull away. he looked confused for a moment before you started licking it up. a small smirk appeared on his face as you got every last drop.
you smiled back at him. “just as i promised, no?”
he nodded his head as he flopped back down onto the bed. “mm, yes.”
you let out a laugh, before handing him a towel to clean himself up a little. “you look exhausted, get some rest.”
“not until you’re beside me.”
after rolling your eyes, you got into the bed beside him.
“should i expect another goal next game?”
he nodded before pulling you closer. “yes, promise.”
heyy, how are you? :) so, since it's father's day here in brazil, i decided to do something cute for this special day
REMEMBER: english is not my first language
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this is a bonus of pinky promise with mason and olivia, you can read it separately if you want.
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“But am I your favorite? You need to tell me.” Olivia asked Mason. You were working and they were watching Barbie and the Three Musketeers for the second time, as Olivia had become obsessed with the movie, but now she started to get bored and started asking Mason random questions.
“Yes, you are my favorite, you know that.” Mason was paying attention to the movie, unlike Olivia.
“But you have other nieces, you swear to me that I am your favorite?” She stood up from the mattress they had placed on the living room floor, then looked at Mason with her hands on her hips and a serious expression on her face.
“I swear to you, pumpkin.” You smiled to yourself watching the two interact.
It had been three months since you and Mason had been together, and just like his promise, you were happy, but most importantly, Olivia was happy, and that was enough. It took you a while to tell her that you were dating Uncle Mason, but trips to Manchester were frequent or Mason would show up in London and sleep at your house even if he has to leave the next morning.
“Don't be jealous, Summer is your friend and Mason is her uncle.” You said, still paying attention to the computer in front of you. Olivia left Mason and went to you, holding your neck in a hug while he was still watching the movie.
“I know, mum, but I like Mase and I want him to like me too.” She whispered, so you laughed.
“He loves you, Olivia, you know that.” You squeezed her cheek, leaving a kiss on her nose, which was a little red from the cold. Ever since you and Mason told her you were together, she stopped calling him "Uncle Masey", just because she understood that he was now her stepfather, but Mason said he had no problem being called Uncle Mason, because he was already used to it. “Go put on a coat, you're freezing.”
You traveled to Manchester and would spend the weekend with Mason, also taking advantage of the fact that the game on Sunday would be at Old Trafford and you would be able to see Mason play. Olivia loved the days you guys traveled as she would spend time away from home and get to know new places with you.
Not to mention the fact that Mason decorated a room for her, exactly the way she wanted. You didn't know it, but Mason and Olivia had already talked about the decoration and when you arrived one weekend, you found a decorated room. Olivia almost cried when she saw the room the way she asked.
The room was white with pink details, butterfly drawings on the wall and a huge bed just like Olivia always asked for. Mason even put a desk for her to study and a small bookshelf with some interesting books for children. It was much better than her room in your apartment in London, and that's why it was always hard to go home when she had so many comforts in Manchester.
Mason spoils her too much, and she is getting used to this life very easily.
“Mum, can you help me take a shower?” Olivia asked quietly, so you agreed and closed your computer, walking her upstairs to help her bathe. Olivia is an independent child, but sometimes lazy and most of the time she would ask you to help her so she wouldn't have to do everything alone. Plus, the bathroom in Mason's house is different, so she can never get the water to the temperature she wants.
“Have you and Mason picked out dinner yet?” You asked as you helped her take off the coats she was wearing. Even with the house being heated, Olivia liked to stay warm.
“Mase said we can order pizza.” She walked past you and stepped into the hot, running water of the shower. You grabbed her shampoo that Mason had bought just for her to use, as well as her favorite strawberry soap.
Mason has always been attentive to Olivia, he never stopped listening to what she likes, what she says, and she always felt comfortable sharing everything with him, just because Mason made her feel comfortable.
“That's a good idea. Here, shampoo your hair, do you want some help?”
“No.” Olivia was thoughtful, but the day was tiring for her, as she had fun before deciding to watch a movie with Mason. “Mum, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, honey.”
“Can I call Mason dad?”
You froze. You didn't expect that question coming from her, in fact, you never thought she liked Mason so much that she wanted to call him dad. You had only been together for three months, who would have guaranteed that you would be together forever?
“What?”
“He's your boyfriend now, mum, and I love Mason so much, I also wish I had a dad like my friends in school.”
“Babe… I don’t know, Olivia. We have to ask him about this, and what if he doesn't want to? You'll be sad about that.” You rubbed Olivia's hair as she played with the water that was falling on her.
“Oh, yes, but what if he wants me to call him dad?” She looked at you with teary eyes, and you were touched to realize that she really wanted Mason's presence in her life.
You always thought you could fill her lack of a father, but realizing now, Mason was always there for her, just like Robert.
“Oh, babe, why did you never tell me anything about this?” You knelt down and didn't care about getting your clothes wet. Olivia came up to you with her hair full of foam, and she placed her hands on your face.
“I don't want you to think I'm sad. You're the best mommy in the world, but Mase would be a cool daddy too.” It would be a lie to say you didn't want to cry about it.
“We'll ask him then.”
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“Mase, can you get me some juice? I'm thirsty.” Olivia asked Mason, who was walking to the kitchen to set the table for you guys to have dinner, and she was lying on the mattress on the living room floor again, watching Pinocchio.
“Olivia, go get it yourself.” You scolded her, knowing that Mason does whatever she wants. You were walking down the stairs after taking a hot shower, and Mason had already ordered the pizza for you.
“I'll get it.” Mason said and walked to the kitchen, so you followed him and watched as he poured the grape juice into a glass for Olivia and took it to her. He quickly returned with the empty glass.
“You can't do everything she asks, Mason. She's taking advantage of you because you can't say “no” to her.” You were serious and Mason looked at you, shrugging.
“She just wanted some juice, love.” Mason came closer, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. He was wearing a hoodie, just like you, and he was so warm that you just wanted to lay down next to him and sleep in the warmth.
“Guilty.” Mason laughed and you wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your head and kissing his lips. You sighed as he deepened the kiss, and it felt so good to kiss him that you could spend hours like this, just being around him. “Hmm, I love you.”
“I love you too.” You spoke and the doorbell rang, so the two of you went to the living room while Mason went to get the pizza. Olivia stood up and held your hands, walking with you to the kitchen.
“May I ask?” She spoke quietly, knowing Mason was behind the two of you, so you nodded, giving her a smile and encouraging her.
Mason placed the pizza on the table, oblivious to Olivia's nervousness, which was now transparent. She was fidgeting with her hair and kneeling on one of the chairs, and you knew she fidgeted when she was nervous. Mason served you slices of pizza while the two of you chatted randomly, and Olivia still hadn't said anything.
“I left it reserved for you tomorrow at the game, you can stay close to Anouska, she's going with the kids there.”
You agreed, but Olivia was still nervous and wasn't eating, you were sitting next to her, so you placed your hand over hers, reassuring your little girl.
“Mase, Olivia wants to ask you something.” You spoke for her, and Mason nodded and finished chewing before looking at the two of you, paying attention to what Olivia wanted to say.
“Mom, I got nervous.” She said shyly and you smiled, running your hands over her back and rubbing. Mason had a smile on his face even though he didn't know what it was. “Mase… Hm… I want to know if- hm… I want to know if I can call you dad.”
You could see the shock cross Mason's face, because he clearly wasn't expecting this. Olivia also looked at him as he didn't look away from her for a second.
“What?” That's what he managed to say, swallowing hard.
“Only if you want to.” Olivia spoke softly, and you could tell that Mason's delay in responding made her feel insecure, and she snuggled closer to you. You looked at Mason with a small smile, knowing that it was a lot of information for someone.
“For real? You want to call me dad?” Mason asked and Olivia nodded, and you could completely see it as his eyes filled with tears and he put his hands over his eyes, trying to stop his emotion.
“I want to.” She smiled. Mason got out of his seat and walked over to her, kneeling down beside her on the floor and pulling her against him, hugging her. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and it was probably the most beautiful scene you had ever seen between them.
Mason had his eyes closed as he hugged her, but a huge smile on his face as you saw a tear run down his face. That's when you felt like you were crying too, because a tear fell down your leg.
“Only if I can call you my daughter too.” He whispered, but you heard. Olivia let out a loud laugh of happiness, and you felt your heart explode with so much love and happiness as you finally felt complete.
“Yes, yes.” She cheered and you smiled, then Mason let go of her and wiped his own eyes, looking at you next. She jumped into Mason's arms, ignoring the pizza she wanted so badly, and looked at you. You stood up and walked over to the two of them, so Mason wrapped an arm around your neck while holding Olivia in the other arm. “We are a family now.”
“After seven years.” Mason mumbled and you smiled, leaning in and leaving a kiss on his lips. Olivia smiled and left a kiss on Mason's cheek and yours. “Can you believe it? I have a daughter now.”
“It's a big responsibility, you know.” Mason rolled his eyes and you smiled.
“Thank you for this, really. I couldn't ask for anything better.” He spoke to you, then to Olivia and smiled at her. “I love you both, my girls.”
“I love you too, dad.” Mason's eyes filled with tears again when Olivia spoke, but he held back from letting them fall. “Mum, we need to move to Manchester, families live in the same house.”
“Hey, easy girl. One thing at a time.”
“She’s right. She can't live in London while her father lives in Manchester.”
“Calm down too, that's a topic for another time.”
“Yes, now I want pizza.” Olivia spoke and you smiled, then Mason placed her in the chair again and looked at you gratefully.
Maybe it would take you a while to move, or maybe not. No one knows what might happen the next day, but you hope things will work out forever.
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Match Review: Manchester United 5-4 Olympique Lyonnais
Well. That happened.
I'm still in shock. I felt violently nauseous after the final whistle from the emotional rollercoaster and associated whiplash of that game.
United took an early lead in the tie after 10 minutes, with a great bit of quick play and movement leading to an easy gap and sidefoot finish for Manuel Ugarte - one of those goals that anybody could finish but that United have not been creating this season. Promising.
The Red Devils would continue to dominate possession and dictate the game before finally breaking through with their second goal in first half stoppage time, with a beautiful diagonal long ball from Harry Maguire finding Diogo Dalot who successfully held off the Lyon defender, balanced himself, took a touch, and bam, a low acute finish off the inside of the far post. Sublime. Your sins are forgiven for another week, Diogo.
At this point, United are in full control. FULL control. 4-2 on aggregate, 2-0 up at home, Lyon look toothless.
We come out for the second half. We continue where we left off. Alejandro Garnacho is released with a long ball from the depths of United's half. It's a race, he's onside, he's edging ahead... he cuts back and sells the defender out. It's 1v1 with the keeper but a whole acre of net behind him to curl a shot into.
He shoots near post and a point blank save is made. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
This was the turning point, because we failed to put Lyon to the sword when our own confidence is so shaky this season.
Lyon got one back in the 71st minute through Tolisso, with a 1-2-3 sequence of headers evading Dorgu, Maguire and Yoro to root Onana to his spot and get the French side back in the tie. Maguire even ducked the ball as it came at him, which was so poor to see.
One goal became two, and Lyon levelled the match and the tie with a goal just six minutes later from Tagliafico: Dalot failing to stop or block the initial cross, Dorgu abysmal at blocking the ball towards him or noticing the player he's meant to be marking, and Yoro caught half a yard out from where he needed to be to stop Tagliafico scoring.
I will say - Yoro played very well tonight, but the fact there are 2 goals and 2 errors... it's not just a him problem, but with more experience he'll be good enough (like a Bruno) to undo the damage caused by lesser players (Dalot etc) making silly mistakes. Quality can buy you grace, and with time this kid will show his more and more and more.
Leny actually had a John Terry moment (no, not racism). A slip on the grass took him down from blocking a shot, so the young Frenchman threw his body forward and blocked it with his head/face. Heroic. That's bravery. Blood and thunder stuff. Dying for the game.
There was what we thought was a momentary reprieve with a second yellow card for Corentin Tolisso, but Lyon looked entirely unfazed by the drop to 10-men, and United looked goosed. Utterly exhausted. We failed to capitalise on the advantage before full time, so into extra time we go...
It's at this point that we fucked up again.
Rayan Cherki, the magic footed forward, finally got his reward and a goal in the tie. 2-3, advantage Lyon, Old Trafford stunned into silence.
It then got worse.
Yoro, trying to tackle, gets interceded by Luke Shaw who makes too much player contact in the box and down the man goes. Penalty to Lyon.
It was a good penalty and a goal for Lacazette. At this point we're done for. An Arsenal reject just knocked us out with 10 men. It's shameful. Banter FC's banter decade just entered a new level of banter that might be X rated.
What had been a generally good performance from people across the pitch (Dorgu overlapping, Hojlund's hold-up play and final third passing, Ugarte's shuttling in CM) just all fell apart. Maybe it was the fatigue, but it felt more like the mental state. The fragility of our own self-doubt manifesting.
Luckily, Casemiro and Bruno Fernandes exist. Mentality monsters. A foul in the box on the Brazilian earned a 114th minute penalty for the captain to bury. Game back on?
Fucking right game back on. Sir Kobbie Mainoo, super sub back from injury, is played in that advanced role that didn't work versus Crystal Palace. Well, it fucking worked here.
Best goal of the night from the kid, a stunning right foot curling effort from the inside left of the box. Top strike from a false striker, but they all count, and this one was MONUMENTAL.
Now Old Trafford's awake. It's happening. We can will it to happen. Our energy can transfer to them and manifest the shithouse comeback of all shithouse comebacks.
Well, we did it. An 11/10 lofted pass from Casemiro into the box, over the defender, and onto the head of Harry Maguire who had all the time in the world with the measured pace of the ball to frame his body right, lose the defender, and nod it across goal past the keeper. I give him a lot of shit, Slabhead, but fuck me he has his moments of genuine class. This was one of them. Peak United, elite composure, the stuff legends are made of.
This game had everything for the neutral. 1-0, 2-0, 2-1, red card, 2-2, extra time, 2-3, 2-4, 3-4 penalty, 4-4, 5-4. And a tifo. And flares. Fair play to Lyon for making it a spectacle with us, and for their fans for giving it 100% from the away end.
For the home fans though... I think we all need a cold shower and a lie down. It was exhausting. Players outperforming their usual selves this season only to revert back to it later on. Hope turning to despair turning to anger turning to hope turning to elation.
It's hard work being a United fan.
Next up in the Europa League are Bilbao; away on May 1st, and home on May 8th.
In the league though it's a home tie against Wolves on Sunday at 2pm. I shall be there. PLEASE can we have a quiet win 😅
