#Marcus rashford x reader

[swayziiwriter]

Attentive | Marcus Rashford

summary: Marcus is observant in all the ways it counts, watching and paying attention to how your body reacts each time he’s around.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: Rashford wears the #10 cause he knows he’s a 10/10

Marcus is extremely vigilant. Watching how your short satin dress moved up against your hips with each passing breath. He’d bundled it up to your waist, before ripping it off your body completely leaving you bare. Presently he has you confined under him, one of your hands on his firm chest.

"This is gonna get you off huh?" He returns to the initial topic of the conversation. You'd offered a casual comment about how large his hands are, the manner by which decent they feel, how dextrous his fingers look. "Let me see how much you like these hands” referring to his inked hands that were begging to be inside of you. “How can I resist?” You barked back, mocking his attempts at dominating.

"Don't argue with me." He grins, inclines nearer and allows your lips to meet. You try to get closer to him while tangled in his hair and grateful for it. You buck your hips upward to try to catch the friction you can't find as the kiss gets more intense and you become antsy and desperate for something else. As you separate from him, you whine. “Marcus please.”

He is firm when he says, "Tell me what you want." You don't require words. As soon as his thumb touches your biting lip, you drop it open, allowing him to press it onto your tongue. You suck on it, eyes polished and asking, until his thumb's wet and his vision is murky. “Fuck.” He runs it over your lips once more, kissing you harder. You say, just before you start begging, "Touch me Marcus. Please." He hasn't even pulled your underwear off and as of now your mind is half gone, lessening you to brief, faltering sentences. 

"You realize I love these," he remarks, his fingers light and sensitive around the trim. " You're getting them so wet, so dirty.” His hand comes down and slaps your clit through the fabric, sending you into a fit of pain and pleasure. When he simultaneously inserts two fingers into your already sensitive pant legs, you let out a gasp because you had been waiting so long.

Marcus simply murmurs, "You’re gonna stay still for me” in your ear without having to physically restrain you. “Such a good girl for me” Marcus murmurs. You're gesturing along, submissive, and loyal like a puppy. You're tight, muscles straining when he twists his fingers and keeps spilling rottenness from his mouth into your ear. You try not to move too much as you drop your head back and let out a throaty whine. trying my best to be good to him. “You like that?” He teases, knowing you do. "Yes," you mumble. "Feels so good.”

He laughs as hard as you are struggling to breathe. “You like being used like this? You know what you wanted when you started playing with me. You realized you'd be screwed by me, because you always get what you want, you are too spoiled. Maybe I should make you wait until you’ve stopped being a slut?” He asks. You complain, "You are being mean." Overstimulation tears spring to your eyes and gently roll down your cheeks as he vigorously curls his fingers. With a free hand, he wipes them away. Around his fingers, you can hear yourself getting wetter and sloppy. He grins. "You’re soaked. Dripping all over my fingers.”

He hauls his fingers out to slap your clit, pushing them back in not so much as a moment later, not permitting a break. You whine, squirming, completely ignoring his standard automatically. Your clit is swollen and sensitive as you are so close to them, clenching hard around them. He looks down at you ravenously, his eyes hazier than any time in recent memory watching you whimper and move around his fingers. And afterward his fingers twist perfectly and your whines tighten into nothing as you cum all around his hand, body spasming.

He is praising you as you go, but the haze of your orgasm obscures his praise; you pull him close, let him settle his head in the base of your neck. You let out a breathe moving your body to straddle him, switching positions. He lies under you, smiling up at your equally happy face. “Your cock isn’t pretty bad either” you teased.

[damiansgoodgirll]

one with rashy where reader is insecure about her small boobies and tries to cover her upper body when they get intimate but he actually loves them

really self indulgent coming from a small cherries gal like me 😂

i never had this problems with my 🍒 so i hope i made justice to what i wrote, hope you like it!!!!

marcus rashford x reader

tw : smut but not really, insecure reader, self conscious reader

cherries

“hey love i’m home!” you heard marcus calling you from downstairs.

you were standing in front of a mirror only in your bra and underwear but you quickly looked for any t-shirt to wear as you heard marcus approaching your bedroom and you wiped your tears away as fast as you could.

it was one of those days.

one of the days where you felt insecure about your body, about you. you compared yourself to models on instagram, to other football players wives and girlfriends and you kept asking yourself why you couldn’t look like them?

their perfect smiles, their perfect instagram feed, their perfect bodies. you were so jealous.

you’ve always had a love and hate relationship with your body. you liked the way you look but you couldn’t see anything special about you, no, you were just an average girl and sometimes you asked yourself why was marcus with someone like you when he could have models with perfect bodies.

you didn’t like the way your hair laid flat over your shoulders or the way you couldn’t properly do your make up but those were just superfluous things, but there one thing that you couldn’t change and that was something that always bothered you.

you hated your chest.

you grew up watching your friends growing bigger boobs while you got nothing. you thought it wasn’t fair but there was nothing you could do about it. so you let it go away, always thinking about something else even when your mind was stuck to that thought.

“hey baby…” marcus whispered when he saw you on the bed reading a book “i didn’t mean to disturb you baby” he said looking at you. you looked so into the book that he felt bad about disturbing you. in all honestly you couldn’t care less about the book, not when your mind was somewhere else.

“hi love, how was practice?” you asked him setting the book aside.

“good, but i missed you a lot” he engulfed you in a big hug that made you laugh “i really really missed you” his lips a few inches away from yours but you were the one who closed the distance and kissed him.

“i missed you too…”you whispered.

“i hope so” he kissed you again. and again. and again. only to lower his lips onto your neck and gently leaving soft bites and marks that made you squirm underneath his body.

“marcus…”

“does it feel good?” he asked you when his lips met your neck once again. you nodded and you let his hands wander under your t-shirt. he touched your hips and belly but something made you freeze when he touched your boobs.

your mind was in a bad place and his hands gently working on your nipples weren’t bringing you pleasure anymore.

he sensed that something was wrong “are you okay baby?” he looked straight into your eyes. they were glossy and you looked like you were about too cry.

“i’m sorry…” you apologised.

“no baby, don’t apologize…please, tell me what’s wrong? did i do something wrong?” he asked, concern evident on his face.

“no you didn’t do anything wrong…it’s me, i just - it’s stupid, forget it…”

“no it’s not stupid if it makes you cry, please tell me what it is baby…” he begged you.

“my boobs…i can’t, i don’t like the way they look, i - they’re not big or round as they should be and…” you said but your tears stopped you from talking.

“hey hey shhh…it’s okay baby” he comforted you kissing you over your head “can i show you something?” he asked and you nodded.

he then removed your t-shirt leaving you half naked, your small boobs on display and you tried to cover them with your hands but he stopped you.

“don’t cover baby…don’t cover yourself” he moved to kiss between the valley of your breast “you’re so beautiful…so fucking gorgeous” his tongue licked your left nipple “i love your body, i love the way it reacts when i do this…” he then touched your right nipple with his delicate fingers “you’re so beautiful, the most beautiful creature for me…i can’t believe how lucky i am to have someone like you in my life” he kissed your right nipple and gently sucked it.

that simple gesture made you moan.

“i love you so much…” he looked straight into your eyes again “it’s normal to have insecurities…i do have them too, but i want you to know that you’re perfect the way you are, you’re more than perfect love” he kissed your tears away.

“marcus…”

“i know baby, i know. i just wanted you to know how i feel” he kissed you once again.

you’ve never felt so much love in your life and it was kinda overwhelming. he let you cry in his arms, he comforted you all night and let you sleep over his chest.

he was mesmerised by your beauty and he couldn’t understand how you didn’t see that too.

[azulera]

Rashy noticing that's something has been wrong with you for the last few weeks and you just won't tell him and he's stressing trying to figure it out

azulera

Don’t Leave Me Alone

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black Reader

Words: 3.5k

Notes: ngl recent events have made me not even want to post but i already had this done and as i said, i do value that ppl like my writing enough to send requests. so here is this! hope u like it anon

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They'd picked the summer time to move in, late May to be exact, and Marcus was sure it was the smartest decision he’d ever been a part of. The prem season was ended, Y/N was out for the semester, they both had at least five weeks free to travel and relax, and there’d be no cold for the mover’s fingers to go blue in. The transporting itself had gone smoothly, each of her things finding its place in the huge expanse of his house, and the past month and a half of eating, sleeping and waking next to each other had been as nearest to perfect as Marcus thought life might get. So he couldn’t explain what, in the last seven days, could have possibly gone wrong.

“Is everythin alright, love?” He asked over the dinner table, which was sanded wood and brought over from Y/N’s apartment, much smaller than the one he’d used before.

She looked up from her plate and blinked. “Do you mean about dinner? I think I finally got the potatoes right this time, yeah.”

“No, not the food.” The side of his mouth lifted. “You’ve just seemed a bit down, this week, I don’t know. Just wanted to ask, see if there was anythin buggin you?”

“Oh,” She passed a hand over her hair. “Just tired, I guess. It was a rough semester.”

“Yeah, it was – you smashed it, though. But,” He paused until she looked at him, and was immediately taken by her brown eyes, which, unreadable as they were, he’d always found incredibly beautiful. “If anything’s wrong, you can tell me. I’d want to help.”

“Mhm.” She replied, and flitted her eyes away, pushing up from the table. “Let’s clean up?”

He nodded, though he wasn’t convinced, and stood up to take their few dishes to the kitchen. They rinsed and loaded in a silence not as comfortable as it ought to have been, and soon finished, Y/N pausing in front of the rumbling machine. From behind, Marcus pulled her into an embrace, fitting his hands around her waist and mumbling into her neck.

“Wanna come cuddle wi’me for a bit? We can watch the next Narcos.”

He felt her take a deep breath, and then lightly pat the hand that held her.

“I’ve got a little headache, actually. Think m’gonna lay down for the night.”

Marcus frowned. “You want me to watch the next episode? Without you?”

“Yeah, go ahead – I’ll get caught up when you’re on your trip next week. I’d just really like to lay down.”

Fatigue colored her voice, and Marcus felt a little more sure that she really was just under the weather, and not anything worse.

“D’you want me to bring you tea? Water? Medicine?”

She shook her head “no”, and turned around, another sigh hitting the fabric of his t-shirt.

“S’alright, then. Hope you get feeling better, babe.” He leaned in, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then two to the dark spirals of her hair. “I’ll be up in a bit. I love you.”

A near silent “thank you” left her lips, and she squeezed his hand once. And then Marcus was left in the kitchen alone.

~~

After a mild pre-season session the next day, Marcus skipped showering to go straight to his car. When he’d seen her that morning, Y/N had still seemed poorly – she hadn’t left bed for tea and breakfast with him, and no silly texts or memes had come into his phone, the way they usually did during his long hours of training. Leaving now, he'd felt a strange, strong urge to get to her, like the sooner he did, the sooner things would go back to normal.

When he keyed into the house, however, her usual lounging spot – in the center of the living room sectional – was empty. As were the kitchen, bedroom, gym and laundry room that he walked to after. He found her instead on the back patio, cuddled into herself on the sunbed, with her curls spread wild and loose about her shoulders. A book was opened up and settled on her knees, and a pile of crumpled tissues sat just to her right.

“Hey, was lookin for you.”

The jitters that assailed him finally began to slow as he approached her, but didn’t fade completely.

“What’s all these for? You wasn’t crying, were you?”

“No, no, not really. It’s just this book. It’s pretty sad.” She tried to laugh at herself, but the sound came out wet and dull. “Or maybe I’m just dramatic.”

A range of emotions swept over him as he considered her pink, puffy eyes, the way she still wouldn’t hold his gaze for too long. His anxiety flared again, but he continued on with the plan he’d devised in the car, hopeful that it might still work.

“Well, I’m just about to run a bath, didn’t have time to shower after training. It could cheer you up, maybe. Did you wanna join me?”

It’s something special they do, just for them, a quiet and closeness involved that Marcus enjoyed far more than he’d ever said aloud. He hoped it would be enough to break through the wall he felt sprouting between them.

“But you’re all sweaty.” She said flatly.

He sucked his teeth, and sat alongside her on the thin mattress.

“That never stopped you before? When we were squeezed up in the one at your flat.”

“Right.” Her face fell, suddenly, as if she’d remembered something unpleasant. “But I’ve already showered, actually, a bit ago. Went out for a run.”

“That never stopped you before, either” Marcus wanted to say but didn’t, and focused instead on fixing his face to not reveal his disappointment.

“Okay.” He stalled a moment, weighing his next move. “Babe, are you sure everything is okay with you? M’a bit worried–”

“It’s fine, Marcus. It’s going to be fine, just …” She closed her eyes, and they glistened when they opened, focused seriously on his own. “I’m fine. Just stop pushing it, please.”

She gathered her book and trash and walked back into the house, which hurt him, but her last sentences hurt worse. If he wasn't meant to push, then what could he do? Sitting back and watching her pull further and further away from him was tortuous and seemed the opposite of what a good partner should do. Still, he nodded, even though she had already gone, and let his head fall into his hands.

A few hours later, in the bath, the jacuzzi jets going but alone, nothing was as it should have been. Already he missed the slide of her wet skin against his, how the brown of it went faintly pink the hotter she ran the water, which was scalding enough by Marcus’ standards. Now it felt lukewarm at best, the bubbles even less fluorescent, less bubbly than usual, without her there to scoop handfuls of them to paste on his face and chest, making herself giggle and cleaning their bodies in the process. He missed that, too, he realized, her body – it’s softness and strength, and how easily it yielded and came alive under his hands, but more concerning was her mind, which was somewhere outside its optimal state, and seemingly getting worse by the day.

He leaned his head back against the tub’s edge and sighed. It was a soft sound, quickly lost among the hum of the jets and the noise of his muscles singing and thanking him, but then he heard something else. Crying. Quiet, choked-off sobs from the other side of the en suite door, that he knew Y/N was trying to hide, but didn’t know why. The sound alone carved a hole deeper in his chest.

Before he realized it, he’d risen from the bath, shampoo still in his hair, and pushed open the door to their bedroom.

Squinting through the dark, Marcus could tell she was in the bed, asleep, or at least pretending to be. He debated whether or not to wake her – his every instinct begged him to, but the noise of tears had stopped, and he’d been specifically, harshly instructed not to “push”.

He waited several moments anyway, eyeing her sleeping form, burning up inside, but when she didn’t budge, he stepped back into the bathroom, mindful of the growing puddle he’d created on the carpet.

Under the shower head, he rinsed his hair and dried off, putting on his lotion and moisturizer in record time, all the while his mind racing, trying to settle the unease twisting up his chest and throat. When he got to the bedroom, he set his alarm and settled in under the covers behind her, as close as he dared.

Though her breaths came and went evenly, something in him, maybe something of his own creation, told him she was awake, that she could hear him. He felt free to unburden himself, and say what he wanted her to know.

“M’here for you, Y/N.” He used one arm to hold her against his chest, and the other to fix her hair scarf where it had ridden up in the back. “Hope you know that. Whatever it is, we can … fix it, talk about it, at least, together. Love you ... don’t wanna lose you.”

He knew the words were true, and could feel their sincerity aching somewhere deep in his bones. But he feared he was running out of ways to make sure Y/N believed it, too.

~~

By the following day, Marcus decided “not pushing” was no longer a viable option. Y/N was gone from bed even before him, and he turned to his night-table to find a message saying she’d gone out for an early run again and to get coffee. It wasn’t a strange occurrence on its own, but the way the last few days had gone, weeks really, this latest change to their patterns was enough to set him on a nervous edge. All through the day, his head was gone, drifting and distracted while training, and his thoughts sprinting to the worst - Y/N wanted to move out, she wanted to break up with him – in any moment he had idle.

But when his third check-in text sent from the rain-wet bed of the physio suite went unanswered, as did the two facetime call requests, it became slightly harder for him to breathe. The PT scrunched his face, but Marcus didn’t explain, wasn’t sure he’d be able to speak if he tried, and he’d been forced through two rounds of deep breathing before he’d let him off the table.

As soon as the gaffer released them, Marcus raced home through the rain that had begun to pour, calling one more time to no avail, but trying to stay rational. He imagined her sat in her spot on the big sofa in the sitting room when he arrived, apologetic and with some perfectly logical story of what had kept her from her phone all day, and what had depressed her mood the past few weeks.

He opened the front door, however, to silence, and her car keys still gone. His stomach dropped, and an icy, despairing prickle crawled over his skin. Was he overreacting? Or should he have pushed more?

Somehow he knew the rest of the house and even the back porch would be empty, just as silent, and found himself climbing the stairs anyway. His legs stopped by the room he used as his office, and he threw himself into the desk chair. He felt more calm, serious in there, for some reason, and composed himself enough to check her location, which was inconclusive, and click her contact another time. It went to voicemail once again, and he cursed, pulling at his hair.

After one heavy, frantic beat, he picked up the phone again to dial the only other number that would be useful at a time like this. The call picked up on the second ring.

“Mum?”

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Marcus’ car had been in the driveway when you pulled up, but when you stepped into his house – your house, now – there wasn’t any trace of him. Late afternoon training usually left him in the kitchen or theater room, scarfing down whatever meals his nutritionist prepared before conking out in his-your bed for a few hours until dinner.

You checked your phone, which had been dead up until the last five minutes when you’d connected it to the car charger, and realized it was closer to dinner time than you’d thought.

Dropping off your raincoat and bag, you went in search of him. The blaring missed calls and texts deserved a response, as hard as it would be to face him in person. You didn’t want him to worry any more than he already did, even though you felt there was little, if anything, he could do.

“Marcus?” You called up the stairs, but there was only your footsteps, the patter of rain, in answer.

You began climbing anyway, sure the sounds of the house would lead you to him, and eventually heard his voice, muffled through the closed door of his office. You stopped, and leaned against the wall to listen.

“She won’t talk to me, mum, she won’t, I’ve tried everythin. She’s not physically hurt, no, but something is wrong. I know that much. It’s like she don’t even want to be around me.”

There was a pause, and an ache began in your chest. The distress in your partner’s voice was palpable.

“But I’ve gave her space. And I’ve even asked her up front what’s wrong, and still nothin. I'm leavin for my trip in a few days, and I won’t be able to fix anythin from there. Reckon she might even be gone by then.”

Each second you listened, you fell further and further into the mire of guilt, and it seemed impossible to get out. Some external force, whose name or origin you didn’t know, forced your hand onto the knob and pushed into the room.

You met his eyes, cautious, but found nothing but relief, unshed tears in them.

“Y/N. Baby.” His voice cracked around the words, and he flew to your side of the room, crushing you to his body, burying his face in your damp hair.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? Where were you?”

You tried, but couldn't speak around the lump in your throat. All you wanted was for him to hold you again, and to apologize for everything.

“Y/N. You’ve gotta talk to me, please. M’goin mad here, I’ve been goin mad–”

“I’m okay, Marcus. I’m not hurt.” You squeezed at his hands, trying to loosen their tight grip around your back and also trying to ground him. “Went for my run and coffee like I said, and then around to visit my mates at my old flat. My phone died, and I didn’t realize. I should’ve known you would worry.”

He looked back at you with wide eyes still, nodding slow like it was taking serious effort to comprehend the words leaving your mouth.

“I’m okay, baby. I promise.”

When he finally spoke, his voice was gravelly, but much quieter, and none of the terror gone from it.

“Y/N, look, know you asked me not to push, but I can't just do nothin while–”

“Wait, Marcus – can we sit and do this? Please. And you’ve gotta get out of this jacket, babe, it’s soaked. You’ll catch a cold.”

The familiar sound of your fussing seemed to center him further, and he slid the jacket off, settling stiffly on the futon along the opposite wall. His legs were spread wide, and he raised his hands to his knees, fingers digging into them.

Hesitantly, you followed, standing between his legs, watching his eyes, which you’d missed, and his lips, which you’d possibly missed even more. You paused before lowering yourself onto his knee.

“Is this okay?”

“‘Course” He breathed out, pulling you the rest of the way down and rubbing his hands gently up and down your back. It was the first moment you’d felt at ease in the last two weeks, and you took the time to just hug him, wiping at a drop of water puddled along his hairline. Gradually, everything that had been pent-up seemed much easier to face.

“I’ve been real distant the past weeks, haven’t I.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s cause I’ve been confused.”

“Confused about what?”

The intensity of his eyes suddenly became too much, and you pressed your cheek against his shoulder. You made sure your voice still reached him clear.

“Confused about my feelings. About us, about us living together.”

His stomach had gone cold with dread again, but you took the silence as a license to continue. You knew he would stop you if and when he’d heard enough.

“It’s been great, it really has, Marcus. You’re my favorite person to be around – you know that.” His insides smiled at the mention, since the past week had convinced him of the opposite. Still, his expression remained the same.

“And you seemed so happy, having me here. But sometimes, lately, it got — I don’t know, overwhelming? Like, I had my friends in my last flat with me, and it feels like I spend so much time here alone. When you’re here, I don’t feel like that, but that don't feel fair to you either.”

He bit his lip. “I don’t understand.”

“I know, it’s confusing, but it’s like, I’m used to my roommates, us all together, a lot of noise – even when you’re alone you’re not really alone. So whenever you get here, I want to recreate that, spend every second with you, if I can. Didn’t want you to think I was clinging, though? ‘Cause I know how that feels, too.” You paused to take a breath, and Marcus rubbed your back, silent encouragement to continue.

“Thought you should be able to come home and spend your time on your own, too, if that’s what you wanted. So I was moping, but trying to give you that, for a while. Thought that if I could give you some space until your trip next week, I’d be okay. I could use that week to get myself together, stop being ungrateful. ‘Cause I am so lucky, aren’t I? To be able to live with this person I love so much. But I guess I only made it worse.”

“So it’s findin a balance, then, that was hard. Findin ... where you and I, personal time ends, and where “us” time begins.” Marcus summarized.

There was an unspoken “Why didn’t you just say so?” at the back of his statement that your partner was too kind and too patient to say. But you deserved it, so you said it yourself.

“Exactly. But I should have told you that it was eating me up. Not tried to isolate myself, or shut you out. And I’m sorry, about that. ”

Marcus let the apology ring out, and laced the fingers of one of your hands together, a quiet absolution. You felt lighter, now, after having spoken your piece, but knew that didn’t mean the conservation was over.

“Don’t think I need to say I forgive you, because,” He leaned his chin into his palm thoughtfully, before looking up at you. “Because I really get it, you know. I do. I understand that you need your own space, to feel like your own person still. And also that I’m gone, and it’s just you here, a lot, which is new for you. I get that it’s overwhelming, that findin the balance bit. But– I’ve never done this, moved in with someone before, either, have I? It’s excitin, but it’s a lot of other emotions, too. You can’t assume how m’feeling, or how I want to spend my time, just like I can’t read your mind about what's got you upset, innit?”

He paused.

“And it’s like, we’ve gotta figure it out together, don’t we?”

You nodded.

“So when -if, you’re feelin like that again, you’ll tell me? Even if you think it’ll hurt my feelings, or whatever. And if you need to go spend extra time with your mates to feel alright, we’ll sort it. And I’ll do the same. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

"You promise?"

You promised, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and chin against his head. With the most difficult part of the conversation over, your senses opened up enough beyond Marcus to notice that the sound of rain outside had ceased. The wet, grassy smell of his training kit finally entered your nose, and your good humor began to stretch its legs.

“So I don’t need to go pack my things?” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“No.” Marcus snorted. “Not unless you changed your mind the last 15 seconds.”

“Nah, I reckon I’ll stay. I'd miss the jacuzzi tub too much.” You sighed. “Saying no to that bath with you was the hardest thing I ever done.”

Marcus chuckled, enough air in his chest to do so now, and kissed you lightly on the lips.

“Fancy one now?” He repeated, and your “please” was fast and enthusiastic. He scooped you in his arms, and you held tight to him, murmuring quiet “I love you”s and knowing as you walked through the house –your house– that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[httpsdana]

can u write one for Marcus where he has feelings for the reader and being a nervous mess whenever she is there and he finally asks her out

Photographer~Marcus Rashford

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y/n was the photographer Man United have assigned to be responsible for any photoshoot the squad has. So she met with the players at least once a week, and with her sociable friendly personality, she was able to be close to almost all of them. Marcus was her favorite, not only was he so humble and had a good sense of humor, but she adored how he gets so flustered during photoshoots with her. She wondered why he suddenly got nervous around, but never thought much about it, knowing she's gonna get way too delusional.

The last photoshoot before the summer break was for the new kit. Every player was supposed to take a few photos alone wearing the kit before some group pictures are taken.

"one last smile Licha...and we're done! good job Lisandro, take a break before the group photos" y/n waved at him, checking the last picture she took of him while waiting for the next player to come.

y/n felt the presence of someone in front of her, so she looked up and was met with Marcus's dark eyes gazing into hers

"oh hey Marcus, didnt know it was your turn. come on take a few poses" she gave him a sweet smile, before fixing the lighting and setting up her camera

Marcus took a deep breath, trying not to look too awkward in his poses, but he couldn't help it when the girl he's crushing on is the one taking the pictures

"loosen up Marcus, you're too tense" she pointed out.

He let out a sigh and ran his hand over his face.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, putting her camera down and walking to him

"what's wrong?" she stood in front of him, looking up at him. He looked down at her smiling as she looked too small next to him.

"nothing-I just-nevermind" he stuttered, avoiding her gaze knowing he'd get way too nervous if she was staring into his soul

"come on tell me what's up" she pushed trying to get him to talk

He looked behind her, at her assists that were waiting for both of them to get back to work

He shook his head, not trusting his voice at the moment

y/n turned her head to look at were his eyes were.

"hey guys, take a break for a few minutes, I'll call you in a while" she waved at them, until it was only her and Marcus in the room

"you can't avoid it now Marcus. tell me whats wrong" she nudged her shoulder against hers

"I wanted to-would you-I'd like-oh my god" he let out a sigh in frustration, hating how he can't seem to form a small sentence because of her presence

"Marcus..." she started, taking a step closer to him, while he took a step backwards

"listen...I like you okay? and I've been wanting to ask you out since the begining of the season but I'm too scared to do that" he confessed, feeling a weight shift off his shoulder at his own confession

y/n smiled at him, while his eyes were glued to the floor too afraid to face her. She leaned up to bin, pressing a small kiss on his cheek

"I'd love to go out with you" she said, making Marcus's eyes snap to hers

"really?" he made sure that she wasn't messing with him

"of course" she assured him, making his smile widen.

He gave her a big hug, telling her to get ready tonight

"lets continue our photoshoot yeah?" she asked with a smile

He nodded, mirroring her smile.

For the rest of the photoshoot, Marcus was all smiley and giggly, and his photos turned out to be the best out of all.

[whorekneecentral]

can you please write a Marcus smut that’s super risky if you can🫶🏾

for ideas:

deed in the car knowing people are right outside

in the shower while someone walked in the bathroom

or anything else u would be open to do.

this is my first time requesting with u , kinda nervous idk why😭

🧋 anon

bestie don't be nervous lmao, I don't bite - I'll do the car one <3

You giggled, your hand over his mouth. "Shh!" You whispered, "they could hear us."

"And what?" Marcus bites your finger, getting you to pull your hand away.

Jadon had invited you two over for a party he was having in honour of his birthday. You had been there a while and Marcus had a few drinks, his hands wandering all over you. You giggled and swatted away his hands, brushing off his advances and as the evening went on, you found yourself more hot and bothered.

So much so that you pulled him out to the car for a quickie.

The street was fairly quiet so any noise would be an obvious give away that there's someone in the car. The last thing you need is for the two of you to be caught.

Marcus' hand slips between your legs under your skirt. You feel his thumb press to your clit over your panties and you lean back a bit, your back hitting the steering wheel and pressing the horn.

You let out a giggle, leaning back towards him. “Shh,” he tells you, “are you trying to get caught ?” He asks and you roll your eyes, “it was your idea!”

“Whatever but I'd rather not get caught.” He tells you.

Before you could answer, you feel him pull your panties to the side and his fingers slip between your entrance. “So wet hm?” he says, leaning into you and his lips on your neck, “all for me baby?”

“No,” you breathe, “for your teammate.”

The man rolls his eyes playfully, ignoring your comment. Marcus doesn’t give you a warning when he pulls you down onto him, his cock buried in you. Your boyfriend has you bouncing in his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist resting on your lower back, all while your face is buried in the crook of his neck.

“Fuck, oh god-” your hips rock forwards and you feel him pull you closer.

“This pussy was made just for me hm? Good girl,” he whispers in your ear and it's like something switches in you.

He can feel you clench around him and bounce a little more, your clit brushing against him with each bounce and rock.

The sound of people just outside caused you two to freeze, Marcus's hand covers your mouth as you looked at him. His cock was buried in you and you were about to get caught.

A few seconds later you hear a car door slam and then it goes quiet. You just assume the people had left and you can't help the giggle.

"God," he huffed, "you know how much trouble we could get in?"

"You act like we're in school or something, relax." You lean down to kiss him.

[libraryofloveletters]

The Time For Giving

Marcus Rashford x Fem!Reader

Warnings: exes bumping into each other, christmas traditions, some sadness at the end but life goes on, mentions of Man U's horrible run of games lmao

Word Count: 460

Author's Note: this is a random one, idk why I picked this one for marcus but when I was looking up prompts, this one screamed marcus to me so here we are.

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The last place you expected to bump into him was the exact place you seem to find him.

When you and Marcus were dating you had a tradition - you’d go to the bakery by your house and buy pastries for Christmas morning on Christmas Eve.

Typically the two of you went after Marcus was done training, but seeing that you had work this year and you and Marcus weren't together anymore, you figured you'd go after you were done work.

There you were in line at the bakery, waiting to pick out your pastries when you heard the laugh come from behind you. You didn't need to turn around to know who was behind you but you took a quick glance, your heart skipping a beat.

Ignoring the feeling in your chest, you go about your reason for being there. The woman behind the counter smiles at you, picking out the sweets you picked; sugar cookies, gingerbread, danishes and the last 4 chocolate croissants.

"Beat me to it, hm?" You hear the person behind you speak, you turn to see Marcis behind you with a smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"Chocolate croissants," he chuckles.

"Oh," you smiled. "I can share, if you want."

Marcus nods, smiling. The woman behind you was so used to seeing the two of you together, as it had been for the last 6 christmases, that she rang your orders up together. Before you could correct her, Marcus hands her the cash, asking her for an extra bag and picks up the boxes to carry them over to a table.

"Let me pay you ba-" "Don't," Marcus stops you, his hand on yours. "It's fine, consider it a thank you for the croissants."

You nod, opening the boxes to place two of the croissants in his box. "How have you been?" He asks, watching as you carefully close the boxes; your nails painted red and green with silver snowflakes on them.

"I'm okay, I've been busy with work. How are you?"

"Eh," Marcus shrugs, putting his box into a bag.

"I can imagine, I've seen the last few games." You gave him a small smile and that was all he needed to know, though it made him feel a bit better knowing that you were still supporting him and the team despite being apart.

Your hand rests on his bicep, giving it a soft squeeze, "I hope things get better." "Me too," he nods, smiling at you.

Marcus walked you out, opening the door for you as you stepped out. There's a moment of awkwardness and tension before he pulls you into a hug, catching you off guard.

"Merry Christmas, y/n."

You smile, stepping back from the hug. "Merry Christmas, Marcus."

And with that, the two of you were off in separate directions, both wishing you had made things work.

[2-fast-2-curious]

What happened to your Rashford audio? :(

I think the creator took it down... :(

Anyway here's another attempt

[M4F] Pull Over, I'm Not Pulling Out!

[Mdom] [Body Appreciation] [Multiple L-Bombs] [Blowjob] [BFE] [Good Girls] [Kisses on Kisses] [Fingering] [Cunnilingus] [Exhibitionism] [Light Degradation] [Creampie] [Whispers] [Public] [Breathplay] Mentions of [Breeding] [Aftercare] [Sweet21] [45:05]

Creator Reddit: u/worseningwhales

[swayziiwriter]

Nighttime frenzy | Marcus Rashford

summary: after an evening of passionate sex Marcus decides he’s not quite finished with you yet.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Marcus was always up to something.

Especially when you were still asleep in his arms. You both had taken a rest after the rough sex you had. The sun has set, as the night sky loomed from the window. He took advantage of the rare opportunity to wake up first to lavish you with kisses and draw patterns on your arms with his fingers.

You hummed softly and felt his gentle touches on your skin, but you were too exhausted to respond. You squirmed a little when you felt him biting down on your neck as he continued kissing your neck.

"Marcus." The sudden action gave you goosebumps, so you murmured.

As his fingers lifted the fabric of your shirt, you could feel his smile on the delicate skin of your neck.

When you felt his fingers lightly squeezing the bare skin of your breasts, you exhaled deeply. You felt yourself getting stimulated under his touch and you squeezed your thighs together, the flashes of your last sex scene flooded your brain.

"I need you, baby." As his sloppy and harsh kisses on your neck got worse, he whispered.

You murmured, getting lost into his touch and you opened your eyes at last, as you checked out at the man on top of you.

"Marcus, still sore" you moaned lightly, attempting to ignore the arousal that has filled your bow pulsing core.

Your previous sexual encounter brought back a brief chuckle from your boyfriend. He got up to undress you after his hands found the band of your underwear. He also took advantage of the opportunity to remove his sweatpants, leaving him naked in front of you.

"I'm sure you can handle it," He said it in a sly tone while gently stroking your supple cheek for a few seconds with his palm.

As you exhaled deeply, the familiar pleasure built over you, his fingers found your core and tugged at your folds. He noticed that your hips were grinding against his hand and decided to stop what he was doing and align himself at your entrance.

"Come on baby, you can take it," he said. he expressed, peering down at you, hanging tight for a response from you.

You couldn't help but obey him by nodding and biting your lip to keep from speaking. His seductive language got the best of you.

However, it proved to be pointless:

You let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure as soon as he pushed himself fully into you.

"Too m-much, your too big" you confessed, gazing up at Marcus through your eyelashes.

Your words joined with the brilliant sight before the man just drove him to accelerate his pushes, leaving you shaking on your own pleasure.

"Always so close for me." He responded, playing with your emotions as he enjoyed the sight of you so vulnerable under him, drunk on his cock.

You focused on the sensation of being filled up by him, unable to form a proper sentence to respond.

As you continued to pull on the sheets your knuckles were becoming white from the pressure.

Marcus noticed the all to familiar look on your face, the pleasure was becoming increasingly unbearable for you, his light moans on starting to fill your ears, making your mind go blank.

"So filthy for this me, wanna cum on this cock?" He continued to tease, prompting you to re-nod as quickly as possible.

He didn't waste any time, resting his palms on your thighs for support as his actions got harsher. Trying to chase his own release.

As you felt yourself meeting your own orgasm, you arched your back, drunk on the sensation. You shifted your hands behind his back, dragging your nails down his back, making sure to leave marks for a reminder of tonight's session.

Marcus hit you with such force you swore your heart stopped, continuously hitting your g-spot as you spasmed around his cock. Your warm juices sliding down your leg as Marcus chased his high.

You clenched around him, the overstimulation sending you into overdrive, while sending Marcus off the edge.

He spilled ropes of thick cum into your tight pussy, the feeling of him filling you up was enough to make you moan out in pleasure as he continued to ride through his orgasm.

As you both exhaled deeply, Marcus fell on top of you, pressing his forehead against yours as you tried to calm your breathing. "Told you, you could take it" he smiled. You rolled him off of you, cuddling close to his body warmth. "Only cause i love you" you responded.

[i4bellingham]

The loud crash immediately sent Marcus running into the kitchen, vacuum in hand and a worried frown on his face.

The first thing he sees is you, crouching in front of a shattered glass platter, and like moving in autopilot, Marcus rushes to get you.

“Hey... what happened in here?” He cautiously asks, gently pulling you away from the shards of glass.

You divert your gaze from the broken platter fragments to Marcus’ eyes as he patiently waits for you to answer.

“I-I was wiping down the counter and I didn’t notice the platter and I accidentally elbowed it and it fell on the ground so- I-I’m sorry Rashy I didn't mean to break your plate I’ll replace it I promise- I’m really sorry- I’m so sorry-”

Marcus shushes you off by carefully grabbing at your arm, inspecting your skin before he's crouching down in front of you to see if you're scratched or hurt by the glass somewhere.

“I’m f-fine Rashy, I’m really really sorry for breaking your platter-”

“Jesus babe, I thought something bad had happened to you.” He chides you worriedly, still looking over the expanse of your bare skin that wasn't covered by his shirt. “Are you sure you're not hurt?”

You meekly respond with a shake of your head. “No...”

Marcus sighs a breath of relief before he's crouching down to his knees, placing both arms on your back and on the back of your knees before he's carrying you out of the kitchen.

“Stay here in the living room alright?” He places you on the couch, gently patting your thigh after he sets you down. “I’ll just clean the kitchenㅡ and don’t apologize to me.” He cuts you off when he sees you opening your mouth again, more likely to say sorry for the nth time for breaking one of his glassware. “It’s all good Babe, I’m just glad you're safe. That's the most important thing to me right now, not some glass plate that I could buy off a store somewhere...”

Marcus sighs before both of his palms are cupping your cheeks, thumbs tenderly stroking your cheekbones as you peer up at him with your wide-eyed gaze.

“Just stay here for now alright? Don’t worry about the plate love. I could get a hundred of ’em, but I can't say the same if something bad happened to you.”

You nod your head with a pursed lip, nearly sobbing as Marcus plants a kiss on your head before he's walking back to the kitchen.

[footballerimaginess]

After Today

From the Prompt list 2 ”after today, there's no me and you. ” with Rashford please.  Word Count:  The last few weeks had been a whirlwind, you had seen so many rumours about Marcus being seen with other girls. You’d only recently announced your engagement and things were already happening with you two.  You were starting to become distant, you two weren’t really that talkative as much and you noticed that he was becoming different towards you.  “What’s this then?” you stood in front of him as soon as he walked in the house.  “What?” he looked up as he kicked his shoes off in the hallway.  “Don’t what me, you know exactly what I am talking about” you showed him the phone.  “Okay and?” you turned around and glared directly at him.  “You know exactly what I mean, who are you with? why are you being like this?” you asked Marcus as you weren’t happy with the frosty atmosphere which was appearing.  “They were friends ”Marcus casually replied, shrugging his shoulders. “So why wasn’t I invited?” You asked him. “Because you’d hate it, and anyway you don’t drink so why would you want to be out when I know you’d just say no anyway” you rolled your eyes. “So ask me, you never even thought about me coming. So don’t sit there and say that. Actually say what you fucking mean for once, seems as if you’re just choosing to distance yourself. It’s been weeks since you said I love you to me.” You groaned at Marcus as you sat down on the sofa. “But you’d say no, so what’s the point. Where is this all coming from?” he asked you, still acting as if he didn’t know what was going on.  “Marcus, you were seen out with other girls. All over them, I have had messages from other girls about last night. Don’t treat me like a fool Marcus” you stood up, placing your hands on your hips.  “After today, there’s no me and you” you shouted, slamming the door behind you as you made your point.  “What” Marcus muttered and tried to come after you.  “Are you being serious right now? because you believe some random girls rather than me?” he shouted as you put your clothes in a bag.  “Yes I will be, you have been acting so off with me and I’ve had enough and deserve much more than being treated like I’m nothing by you” Marcus rolled his eyes as he just stood their in disbelief.  “I treat you amazingly, you are talking shit now. I will leave you to finish this temper tantrum and I’ll leave you alone” he nodded, closing the door behind him. 

[damiansgoodgirll]

Being your big brother’s best mate, Marcus is obsessed with you but he just can’t, so he tries to keep his distance as much as possible, until he finds you crying in your room because some idiot had you thinking you’re not pretty nor sexy enough, that no guy would ever want you if you kept being so shy and uptight all the time. So yeah Marcus can’t hold back anymore and makes it his mission to show you otherwise. Basically, if you’re okay with it, some angst turning into sweet smut, with him showing you how much he craves and adores you just the way you are with your shyness and all

Also idk if it’s worth writing in general so feel free to ignore it if you don’t like it🤍

this is my first time writing for marcus, i hope you like it 🫶🏻

marcus rashford x reader

fluff and implied smut!!

Love confession

marcus knew it was wrong having feeling for you. he was your brother’s best friend and he practically grew up with you. you were like his little sister but over time he started developing feelings for you in a not so brotherly way.

he knew you like the palm of his hand.

he was there for you when you had your first date and he was there for you when your boyfriend cheated on you. you were only seventeen at the time but you swore you were in love with him. and he was the one who wiped away your tears and held you all night while you cried over your ex.

he hated seeing you crying, especially over someone who wasn’t even worth of your tears.

and as the years went by he tried to stop his feelings for you, he really did but you were like a magnet to him. always finding his way somehow.

so he started avoiding your brother, saying he was too busy with practice and football games. but that implied that he started avoiding you too and that pained you because you thought he would never leave. he started answering to your text messages with short answers and sometimes he would leave you on read. you tried to call him but he wouldn’t reply.

you thought he was mad at you for something you did even if you weren’t sure.

so one night you drove all the way to his house because you got tired of his childish behaviour.

he heard your car in his driveway and he was surprised seeing you on his doorstep.

“hey y/n…what brings you here?” he asked with the fakest smile possible. he knew why you were there he just didn’t want to face the consequences of his actions.

“why?” you simply asked him.

“why? why what?”

“why are you ignoring me? you stopped texting me, answering my calls, hell, you even stopped texting my brother! your best friend! whatever got into you, you better sort it out because my brother doesn’t deserve this…he’s always been by your side and you are basically ghosting him…and if you got some problems with me…i’m here to listen to” you told him once he let you inside his home.

“i’m not mad at you…not at you or at your brother, i’ve just been very busy with the team and the games…” he said.

“oh cut the bullshit marcus! i know you! you’ve been a player all your life and you’ve never, never ignored us so much! what is your problem?” you asked him, clearly mad at his answer.

“you! you are my problem y/n…”

“w-what? is something i did?” you asked him.

“no…that’s the point, you did nothing wrong” he whispered.

“so what is it?” you asked him again but he started avoiding your look “marcus please…”

“you are my problem because i can’t stop these feelings i have for you…this is so wrong in many ways, you’re my best friend’s little sister, we grew up together but i…i think i’m in love with you and i don’t know how to stop it” he confessed completely avoiding your look.

your mind was spinning. you’ve been in love with marcus for years. you started have feelings for him the moment you found out your boyfriend cheated on you. marcus was there to pick you up and to help you get over him. he held you that night, he wiped away your tears and made you feel safe. you were just too stupid and young to realise that the man you needed was right beside you.

you did the most irrational thing you could ever think of and grabbing him by the neck of his t-shirt you pulled him closer to you and you kissed him.

he was shocked but he immediately started kissing you too.

“this is so wrong…” he whispered.

“i’ve always liked you marcus…i was just too stupid and afraid of your rejection” you confessed too.

“what about your brother?” he asked you softly while he stared into your eyes.

“he’s definitely not my first thought right now…” you joked and he smiled too.

“i can’t believe we were so stupid, what we could have been if we confessed years ago?” he sarcastically asked you and that made you laugh “but we’re here now…you’re all mine, and i really, really, want to show you how a real man should treat a princess like you…”he grabbed your hips and held you closer to his body “i really want to show you how much i need you right now” he kissed you once again.

“then take me to bed mister rashford…” you whispered in his ear.

that was all he needed from you because he has been waiting that moment all his life and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

[azulera]

Hello TikTok

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black Reader

Summary: Marcus joins TikTok, and you share your thoughts on his first post.

Notes: I wrote this a while ago and it was inspired by the first vid he posted on tiktok which I laughed at for days. He is such a dork (I'm in l*ve with him)

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The sudden notification to your phone was unexpected, not because of the app it came from, but because Marcus’ name was attached to it. Settling deeper into the corner of the couch, you opened the link to the TikTok video and let it play.

The background was dark, and the footage was slightly grainy, but clearly showed Marcus in a black hoodie, kicking about in a nondescript patch of grass. There was a row of streetlamps behind him, but no eye-catching edits, background music or even TikTok sounds underlying the recording, only the rubbery whack of the ball against his trainers as he bounced it off them and up in the air. After a few moments, the ball flew from his feet and clattered into the camera.

“Yes, everyone— Marcus Rashford, here.” He suddenly spoke, the phone now in his hand and the camera focused on his face. The cheery, formal tone of his voice mismatched with the dark setting.

“And I am on TikTok.”

The video slowed to a stop with his face still in the frame, and the abrupt ending forced a burst of laughter through your lips. Was that all?

You played the video once more, raising the volume and screen brightness to make sure you’d seen and heard everything. The kick-ups could have been anyone’s suggestion, you thought on the second viewing, but the less-than-perfect lighting and straightforward script had your boyfriend written all over it. Still, you had many, many questions.

“Marcus, when did you post this?”

“Post what?”

He walked in the living room from the kitchen with a protein bar in hand, before plopping down onto the couch. He stretched his long frame out over yours, fitting the curve of your hip into his hand.

“This,” You said, flipping your phone screen for him to see his own face reflected back at him. He smiled softly.

“Oh, the TikTok? Just a minute ago. Go on and like it, though, repost it.” He grabbed for your phone, but you pulled it away, watching the video over again. On the screen, and in real life, you could see how proud he was of his creation.

“And you came up with the idea, then? Knocking the phone over with the ball?”

“Well, yeah. Why?”

“I’m just curious. It’s …” You bit down on your lip. The audio of the video continued playing from your phone in a loop. “You didn’t want to run it by anyone first? Even just me, or like, one of your video editing people?”

His eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean? I did run it by my team and them first, before I posted it.”

“And what did they say?”

“They thought it was cool. And funny, like. Wait - why’re you laughin?”

Your body shook lightly where Marcus held it, and you covered your mouth to spare his feelings, and mute the sound. He lifted his head up from your chest, unsure that the two of you were laughing for the same reasons.

“It is cool, innit? Don’t you think it’s cool?”

Words were impossible for a few moments, with your shoulders still vibrating with giggles and breath all but gone.

“You couldn’t have added a song at least?” You asked when air returned to your lungs. “Or some kind of audio, it’s dead silent in the back. And why did you end it like that? You could’ve done an outro or something.”

“But it didn’t need all of that, did it? It were supposed to be a short little thing—“

“Also what is ‘Yes, everyone?’” You continued. Marcus huffed and tried to leave the couch, but you held him close, still laughing as you did. “What are you saying yes to? And the camera angle is giving me uncle, grandpa energy, I can’t even–”

“Okay, okay! Low it.” Marcus sucked his teeth and set his jaw, raising on his forearms above you. “S’not that funny. I mean, it is but, not how you mean. I still rate it. It’s cool.”

He spoke like he meant to convince himself. You stared up at him for a minute, taking in the small rut creasing his forehead, and the near pout on his lips. The video was hilarious, there was no point denying it, but it was so innocent, earnest and slightly dorky – all things you loved about him – and he really was so pleased with his work. Even if your abdomen cramped from laughing, you would never have him change.

“You know what, baby? You’re right. The video is cool.” You pushed your face into his shoulder to try and quell the amusement still threatening to bubble over. “You are so cool. And so funny. Super cool and funny. ”

“Plus, it’s harder than it looks, you know. Aiming the ball like that.” He let his head fall back down to your chest. “And I did it one try.”

“Shhh, I know it is, I know. You are so talented. Come here.” He turned his head away from the half-laugh, half-kisses you attempted to press against his neck, but it only made you try harder.

“It’ll be viral by tomorrow.” He finally grumbled, tossing your phone onto the coffee table and allowing himself to be kissed. Soon he spread his arms to resume the previous cuddle. “You’ll see.”

[httpsdana]

125 rashford if possible pls ❤️

Drunk Confessions~Marcus Rashford

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

EID MUBARAK TO ALL MY MUSLIM READERS. I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY <33

he looks adorable omg

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

125-"You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this." "No, I'm not drunk at all, you're just blurry."

y/n was awaken for her deep slumber by the sound of her phone ringing. She glanced at the time which read 2:17. Confused she sat up, grabbing her phone that was still ringing

The name read 'Marcus <3', making her heart beat out of her chest.

why was Marcus calling at this time?

what would he want from me?

The only reason she was nervous was because she had feelings for her friend, who she met a few years ago. They instantly got close, and still talked until this time

"hello?" she answered in a low voice, however hearing a lot of noise in the background of Marcus's phone

"y/n? hello? can you hear me?" he was shouting, before the noise in his background started decreasing

y/n laughed slightly before she talked again

"yes Marcus. I can hear you. can you hear me?" she asked, before hearing Marcus hum in the background

"do you think you can come pick me up? Jadon was supposed to be my ride back but he's nowhere to be found" he slurred a bit, indicating that he was drunk, or at least a bit tipsy

"yeah yeah sure. just send me your location and I'll be there" she got up from her bed, her phone still put against her ear

"thank you so much y/n. I love you bye" he hung up quickly, while y/n stood in shock trying to process the words that just came from his mouth

he just said he...loved me?

They weren't the type of friends that said 'I love you' in a friendly way. She shook her head, remembering that he was drunk

She put a hoodie over her tank top, before grabbing her car keys and driving to where Marcus was

The driver to the club where Marcus was, wasn't too long, but it was definitely gonna be a long ride to Marcus's house

y/n slowed down her car, as she spotted Marcus with a few of his teammates outside too. Once Marcus saw her, he smiled and started waving his hands in the air. She laughed and parked her car on the sideways.

She got out of the car to help Marcus get in.

"hey love. thank you for coming" he kissed her cheek, and hugged her tightly

y/n was confused by the sudden flow of affection, but hugged him back anyways. Realizing his teammates were looking at them she smiled and waved

"you guys need a ride home?" she asked, holding Marcus's heavy body so he wouldn't fall

"nah we're waiting for Fred. he's getting his car from the parking lot" Antony replied, refusing her offer

She smiled and nodded, helping Marcus get in the car. She leaned trying to buckle his seatbelt. His stare at the side of her face was intense. He couldn't help but lean in and press a huge sloppy kiss on her cheek, grinning proudly once he's done it

y/n cleared her throat and smiled a bit at him. He kept looking into her eyes, before she close his door and walked to her side of the car, with him watching her every single move.

She started her car and started driving to Marcus's house, driving slowly because of the darkness that was spread.

"you know...I didn't lie when I said I live you" Marcus broke the silence

y/n felt her cheeks heating up. Marcus sounded as sober as ever, but she didn't want to live in delusions believing that he returns her feelings

y/n just hummed in response, not granting him any single glance.

"I mean it y/n" he insisted, trying to get her to look at him, since they stopped at a red light

She turned to look at him, trying to find out if he's actually sober or not

"You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this." she shook her head making Marcus huff in annoyance

"No, I'm not drunk at all, you're just blurry." he grabbed her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles

She let out a sigh and nodded

"okay" she whispered

"okay? do you love me back or not?" he asked, his smile slowly fading

"Marcus...the light turned green, I should start driving" she said in a low voice, turning her head to avoid his eyes

She started driving in silence, until she heard sniffing. She whipped her head in Marcus's direction, seeing him wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, tears streaming down his face.

She turned her head back to road, itching her hand closer to his, linking their pinkies.

Marcus looked up at her, then back at their hands, locking her hand with his, a small smile creeping on his face

y/n parked her car as she reached Marcus's house, taking of her seatbelt before getting out to help Marcus

They stumbled inside the house, y/n trying to stop his heavy body from falling to the ground. They managed to make it to his bedroom, Marcus flopping quickly on his bed

"do you want me to grab you something to change?" y/n asked him

He shook his head and started stripping out of his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers

y/n cleared her throat and quickly looked away, from his toned body.

She tucked him in bed, before putting a cup of water and some medicine on his nightstand.

She was about to leave his room, when she heard his voice

"stay the night, please" he mumbled, his eyes half open

"are you sure?" she whispered back, walking to his bed

he hummed and pulled her hand, making her fall on top of him. He flipped them over, making her under him. He put his head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She relaxed under her touch, raising her hand to put it in his hair, before falling asleep herself.

[whorekneecentral]

Hello! I would like to request for Marcus Rashford -

Prompt Phrase 11 : Why do we always end up on top of each other?

Prompt Scenario 9 : Undressing each other

Like maybe the reader and Marcus are good friends from childhood (your wish) and they always end up in varying awkward positions throughout their friendship even though they don't mean to and then one day they just snap and it's a start to a fwb relationship? Thank you!!

this is a banger / prompt: "why do we always end up on top of each other?"

the wedding had already started in the yard, the two of you were beyond late because you got roped into running errands while everyone got ready. Marcus was next to you, the two of you cramped up in the small bathroom of your aunt's house as you got ready.

You had been friends with Marcus since you were a kid, the two of you grow up next door to each other and he knew your entire family, hence why he was sent on the errand run with you.

"Move over," you bumped him with your hip, stepping in front of him so you can see yourself in the mirror.

Your butt pressed to him as he leaned forward to check his hair. "Marcus," you groaned, pushing him off of you to give you some room.

He rolled his eyes, a hand on your hip as he passed by. You turn to get your curling iron from the shelf and he was coming back to the mirror, leaving you pinned between him and the marble behind you.

"Why do we always end up on top of each other?" You looked at him, his hand against your hip to steady you when you had turned.

He smiled, shrugging. "I'm not complaining."

"Are you ever?"

Marcus laughs and you can't help but notice him in that moment, like really notice him. Tall, handsome, tattoos scattered across his skin.

"Why are you staring?"

"Why not?" You smiled, the man hums. Your head reaches up, pressed to his chest as you stand on your tip toes, giving him a kiss.

Marcus pulls you flush against him, his own hands reaching behind you to undo the zipper on your dress. He pushes the straps of your shoulders as you fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, the two of you simultaneously undressing the other.

“Turn around,” he whispers against your shoulder, a hand on your hip as he turns you around to face the mirror. 

Your arms are propped on the counter, holding you up.

Marcus's hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward. 

Panties pushed to the side and he reached forward, a hand holding your chin to pull you up, forcing you to look in the mirror. His other hand holds your hip once he pushes into you. 

He tsks, smiling at the way your face twists in pleasure. “Look how pretty you are,” he hums, kissing along the back of your shoulder as his hips dig into your ass. 

“Beautiful,” he mumbles to himself, glancing down between the two of you before his eyes meet yours in the mirror. “How could I not love you?"

[blueaetherr]

24 hours

pairing: marcus rashford x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where we witness one of their last few moments together as just a couple

During late hours, a walk through the park always remained Y/N and Marcus' way to end their day. Kids slowly trailing away created a kind silence to wander through in a pair, the vibes absolutely immaculate with the local black hair shop playing the best R&B tunes around the corner. By 5pm the sky was dark yet humbly pleasant to witness and admire, meshing well with the street lights to signal the winter season. Holding a whole park– its swings, its slide, its roundabout– to themselves was simply all too much fun to turn away from.

As they strolled through the park, sharing some conversation and banter, Y/N found Marcus drifting a bit, both far and near. So much so that Y/N had to ask, squeezing his hand or nudging his shoulder, "Are you okay? What's up?" She couldn't detect anything wrong; he wasn't sick and they'd both woken up from a nap for him to be so tired. Everything seemed perfectly fine. To her, besides the possibility of anything being seriously wrong with her partner (which she saw as unlikely), it was a normal today, a normal walk.

But it wasn't a normal walk in the park for Marcus, it just couldn't. It didn't feel like their usual walk in the park. Difficult for him to concentrate, difficult for him to not drift away. There were so many things stuck on the brain, as always. But there remained one thing that had him specifically all in his thoughts and feelings—the fact that this walk, the one they took every other evening, would be their final walk together as a regular couple.

That within the next few hours, if all went well, Y/N would no longer be his girlfriend and he would no longer be her boyfriend. They would still be partners—a couple—sure, but the title itself would hold a meaning so much more deep and complex; Y/N would be his fiancée and Marcus would be her fiancé.

At the thought of all of that, Marcus had to take a deep breath and replied with a small nod, "Yeah, we're good here," because he didn't want her to worry, there was nothing wrong with him yet at the same time, there was. He didn't want his nerves to flare up and cause her to suspect something.

Really, he took the deep breath because it was a lot to take in. What he was planning on doing in the coming hours, what would follow after the titles of boyfriend and girlfriend would no longer be valid—it consumed his thoughts, constantly dragging him out of reality.

"Are you sure about this? You think you're ready for this?" They were variations of questions that Marcus had been approached with for the last few months, and others were right to do so. Marriage was something you needed to deeply consider; it could mend a broken heart for some yet it remained a heartbreaker for others. It could form all good or bad things depending on the relationship. It could be infinite and string beyond death, or it could end before it even began.

Was Marcus prepared for all of that? All of that responsibility, the union, the commitment that he couldn't back away from once he was in it. Would he be ready, to handle all the hardships that came with a healthy relationship?

At first glance, at first thought really, it was hard for him to take in all those questions and provide an answer with a clear mind. You needed to be calm, comfortable and confident enough and all at the same time to answer such heavy questions.

Yet somehow, Y/N found a way to ease his mind without even realising it.

'Cause when Marcus would hear her laughs floating in the night sky, his ears and heart grew happy. When she went down the slide so carelessly and lacking fear of judgement, his inner child suddenly wasn't so shy anymore and eventually, he would join her and her fun rather than witness it. When she would quietly say hey, I love you, he personally wanted to cave in for how she so easily got him in his feelings. Whenever he would watch her let their hands sway in the night, he realised how perfectly well bonded and interlinked they were.

In truth, she was holding him by his heart. Not forcefully but with care; he allowed himself to be vulnerable around her, something that was largely exclusive between them. In her presence, he could be himself and more. With a few simple words, she encouraged him to do things he never would have thought of doing before. For these reasons and more, it was not a drag for Marcus to find Y/N poetically wonderful and pretty in all aspects.

So with her, his mind was clear. If he started drifting, she could get his mind, calm, comfortable and confident all within a few seconds. This night, during their normal walk in the park, there was no doubt in mind that he wanted to marry her.

Sat at the top of the slide, Y/N turned her glance to Marcus. Her lips grew wide as her cheeks dipped inward. The moon in the sky did great justice against his brown eyes, seeing everything and beyond in his irises. "You doing okay? What's got you feeling this way?"

His mind was so clear. His thoughts and his worries, his expectations and his purpose—it was all so clear for Marcus, so sure about his decisions that he wanted to discard his plans for tomorrow and just say right then and there, "Y/N, will you marry me?" Nothing was stopping him. The opportunity was right in front of him, he just had to take it.

But he held back and told himself just give it 24 hours. The ring safe with his friend, the decorations his mom picked out, the beautiful location, the carefully thought out speech. Y/N deserved some appreciation and affection than just some words spoken from the top of a slide. So with tomorrow's plans in mind, he smiled and brought her closer. Who knew you could give life to the already living. "Everything's all good, Y/N. Everything's gonna be alright."

[kylianmbappee]

Marcus: *to y/n*, How is the most beautiful person on earth doing?

Y/n: *smiles*

Jesse: I'm great, thanks.