Nothing Like Seeing Your Favorite Bastard On The Pitch | Crystal Palace Vs. Manchester City | April

please do more nsfw (sort of, like the hickeys and stuff,) marcus rashford, need more of him in my life x

We all need more of him in our lives

and you’re getting ready for work, it taking longer than usual because you had to dedicate about 15 minutes to covering the purple bruises, cursing at Marcus in your head for causing this. And he comes up to you, wrapping his arms around you as you’re sat in front of your mirror, ‘get off Marcus’. And of course he’s not having that, laughing into your neck, kissing down it, arms tightening around you. ‘You’re taking of the makeup!’

could you do some marcus rashford about jesse teasing him and the reader about her hickeys. i need to more marcus in my life

we all need more Marcus in our lives

he sees them when he comes over to play fifa with Marcus after training and you’re wandering about the house doing absolutely nothing. Then you wander in the front of the tv absentmindedly, collecting old mugs to have something to do and Marcus is complaining at you ‘we can’t see’ and throwing a pillow ‘you’re going to make me lose’ but Jesse isn’t even playing anymore he’s laughing ‘beansprouts has been busy’. And you’re confused until he’s pointing at your neck and you remember the marks Marcus had put all down your neck, you making no effort to cover up at home. ‘You been marking anything recently’ was laughed in Marcus face for weeks and everytime Jesse saw you, you can bet he was checking your neck - ‘let us see your neck’.

He always looks sad, Harry Kane.

Your blog is the best footballer one shot/blurb account I’ve found! Can you do a Joe Hart blurb about you guys having a romantic moment/makeout session that gets interrupted by the boys?

Thank you, anon! I love how the England lads all call him ‘harty’ and respect him so much!

and you’re in his hotel room and haven’t seen him for weeks - you couldn’t get time off work immediately. And obviously if you haven’t seen him for weeks things are going to get passionate fairly quickly. He was hovering over you on the bed, broad shoulders contrasting yours, one hand up your shirt and on your waist, lips on yours, leg between yours. And it was lustful, full of moans and love, one hand running up his uncovered chest and resting on his neck, the other’s fingernails digging into his muscular back. ‘Ooo hartys getting some’, stood in the doorway was dele and John, smirking. ‘We’ll leave you to it’. And your barely acknowledged it, too focused on Joe to care.

Fluff with Winksy touching girlfriend's bum whole day.

‘Ugh you’re going to kill me in those jeans’, hands grabbing at your hips, ‘let’s just stay here’. You pulled his hand out the door, demands of no leaving your mouth as you laughed at Harry’s disappointed sighs. And as you went about your day he was constantly placing his hands on your bum, hands in your pockets, you swatting his hands away with a laugh, twirling yourself around so you can playfully hit his chest. And even though he loved them, when you finally got home he got you out of those jeans.

can you do marcus rashford thigh riding? 😁

you’re pushing him backwards into the cushions of the sofa, lowering yourself onto his thigh and he’s gazing at you through his eyelashes, eyes full of lust. And you’re moving backwards and forwards, soaking his thigh, and he’s grabbing at your hips, squeezing tightly, definitely leaving bruises. And moans are leaving your mouth as you quicken your pace and he says your name in desperation and you love it.

Unlucky.

Harry Kane and his fioncée during training (31/05/2019)

this bitch here recorded the whole thing

a marcus rashford about saying i love you for the first time. maybe it slips out accidentally and his reaction

It just slipped out when he gave you breakfast. A simple ‘thanks, I love you’ and it was so natural for you to say you barely noticed at first, until you looked up to see Marcus staring at you. Your response was to blush bright red and place a stubborn stare on your plate. And he’s stuttering a response out and god you feel so stupid - he obviously doesn’t feel the same way. You’re contemplating every possible way to get out of this situation until your thought of ‘window?’ Was cut short by an abrupt ‘I love you too’ and you’re the one looking up in surprise, staring at him, stuttering. You’re both smiling sheepishly from two sides of the kitchen, him continuing to make food, you eating yours.