#man utd

he walked down the hallway, his socked feet making no sound on the marble tile, and leaned against the kitchen doorframe.

there you were. sitting crisscrossed on the cold kitchen floor in one of his oversized t-shirts you decided to steal from his closet, completely lost in your own world.

spread out around you were three open books on deep sea marine biology, a laptop glowing with a research paper on bioluminescence, and a small plate containing a bizarre concoction.. sliced apples dipped in hot sauce and peanut butter.

marcus stayed quiet for a moment, just watching you. his dark eyes softened, a tiny, amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. he shook his head slowly. fucking weird, he thought to himself - not for the first time, but with a warmth in his chest that completely caught him off guard.

“you know there’s a dining room table, yeah?”

his voice was low, deep, and thick with that all too well known smooth, quiet manchester cadence. it carried that gentle, relaxed drawl that always made the room feel a little warmer.

you flinched slightly. not because you were scared, but because you’d been so hyperfocused you’d practically forgotten the rest of the universe existed. you looked up, your eyes wide behind your messy curls.

"the floor has better grounding," you said flatly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "the table has too much wood density. it feels heavy."

marcus let out a soft huff of laughter, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked over to the fridge. "wood density. right. silly me, innit?"

he grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the cap off, and took a slow drink before turning back to look at you. he didn't tell you to get up. he didn't act like you were crazy. instead, marcus folded his long, athletic frame down onto the floor right across from you, resting his wrists on his knees.

he leaned forward, looking down at your little snack plate with a raised eyebrow.

"what's all this then?" he asked softly, gesturing with his thumb toward the plate. "you're gonna ruin your stomach with that, man. serious." he quipped.

"it's sensory calibration," you explained, your tone completely serious as you nudged the plate toward him. "the hot sauce triggers endomorphins, the peanut butter provides fat for protein absorption, and the apple is crunch. it balances the central nervous system." you explain as if it was common knowledge.

marcus stared at the apple slice, then looked at you. his eyes danced with amusement, a genuine, wide smile spreading across his face, showing off his teeth.

"endomorphins, yeah?" he teased softly, his voice dropping into that quiet, husky voice. "you just make these words up to sound clever, don't you? endorphins, mate. endorphins." he chuckled.

"endorphins," you corrected yourself without a hint of shame, waving a hand dismissively. "same thing. try it."

"i am not eating hot sauce and peanut butter at one in the morning," he chuckled, leaning back against the base of the lower cupboards. "i've got training at ten. boss'd kill me if i turned up with an upset gut because my girl's doing food experiments on the floor."

my girl. the casual way he said it always made a strange, pleasant buzz hum through your chest.

marcus settled in, resting his head back against the cupboard door. he looked exhausted - the faint dark circles under his eyes spoke to the high intensity week he'd had, the pressure of the media, the fans, the constant demand to perform at the highest level.. but sitting here on the kitchen floor with you, all of that armour melted away.

"how was the match?" you asked, leaning your chin on your knee.

marcus let out a quiet sigh, looking at his hands. "tough, you know? they sat deep, made it right difficult for us to find space in behind. had to work for it. got the three points in the end, though. that's all that matters, really." he paused, looking over at you, his gaze gentle. "what were you up to all day? just.. reading about fish?"

"bioluminescent anglerfish," you corrected, immediately shifting into high gear. your posture straightened, your eyes lighting up with that intense, unblinking focus that marcus found equal parts terrifying and fascinating.

"did you know that when the male anglerfish finds a female, he doesn't just mate with her? he physically bites into her skin and releases an enzyme that dissolves his own mouth and body until his vascular system fuses with hers. he literally becomes a permanent parasite attached to her body so he never has to be alone in the pitch black of the deep ocean."

silence filled the kitchen.

marcus just stared at you. his mouth opened slightly, then closed. he blinked once. twice.

"..that's dark, you know," he said finally, a quiet, disbelieving laugh slipping out of his chest. "like... proper weird, man. why are you reading that before bed, love?"

"because it's poetic," you insisted, leaning closer. "it's complete devotion. total physical integration.”

"it's creepy," marcus countered softly, though the corner of his lip was twitching up again. he reached out, his big, warm hand reaching across the space between you to gently tap the tip of your nose. "you're a proper weirdo. absolutely mental."

"you love it."

"do i?" he murmured, his tone shifting into something impossibly tender. he reached out further, grabbing your wrist softly and pulling you closer across the floor. "come ‘ere."

you scrambled forward, crawling into his space. marcus opened his arms and pulled you up into his lap, wrapping his long arms around you securely. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep, heavy breath of your familiar scent— vanilla and warm cotton. you felt the deep rumble of his chest as he relaxed completely against you, all the physical tension from ninety minutes of elite football finally draining out of his muscles.

"you're warm." he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled.

"you're cold," you retorted, running your fingers through his short, dark curls. "you need to regulate your body temperature, rashy.”

marcus gave a quiet, breathy laugh against your neck. "always gotta have a reason for everything, don't you? can't just be 'cause i want to hold you?"

"that's a psychological reason," you pointed out softly. "oxytocin release."

marcus lifted his head slightly, looking down into your face. up close, his dark eyes were incredibly gentle, carrying that quiet, humble warmth that made him who he was. he looked at you like you were the most interesting, complex puzzle he'd ever been given to solve. someone completely untouched by the fame, the money, or the noise of his world. you were just you. unfiltered, blunt, chaotic, and entirely his.

"you talk too much." he whispered affectionately, though his eyes were full of devotion.

"you asked me about the fish."

"and you gave me a horror story." he teased, his thumb gently smoothing over your cheekbone.

"next time, just tell me they glow in the dark, yeah? keep it simple for me.

"i don't do simple."

"nah," marcus murmured, his soft lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss that tasted like mint and pure bliss. "i know you don't. wouldn't want you to, either."

he pulled back just an inch, resting his forehead against yours. his hands rested securely on your waist, anchoring you to him.

"come to bed now, yeah?" he murmured softly, his accent rich and soothing in the quiet of the night. "leave the glowing fish for tomorrow. i'm dead beat, and i need my girl with me."

you looked at the books spread across the floor, then back at marcus - his heavy eyelids, his gentle smile, the quiet, safe space he always built around you no matter how loud the rest of the world got.

"fine," you whispered. "but tomorrow i'm telling you about vampire squids."

marcus let out a low, rumbling laugh, shaking his head as he helped you stand up, keeping his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

Enjoy! 👅

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

You slumped back in the sofa, watching how Mason slid himself lower and lower on top of you. The movie you put on earlier became white noise in the background, the sound fading into the distance as you worried for what would come next.

"Mason, you don't have to—"

He lifted his head, pleading brown eyes staring back at you. "Come on. You never let me."

Well there was a reason for that.

"I'll make it good. Trust me."

You nodded. "Okay."

Sex with Mason was great. Amazing, actually. Even before the two of you started seeing each other romantically. He was gentle, attentive, and always caring for your needs before his own. But when it came to going down on you.....well, there was no gentle way to express your worries, but what if he was terrible at it?

It would certainly ruin things, wouldn't it? Considering how perfect everything was now.

Not to set the bar high but never had a guy with as slim lips as Mason's, given you a good time downstairs. It just wasn't in their nature.

"Mason." You gasped. The first sensation of his tongue jerking your body in suprise.

A low chuckle was heard from below. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?"

"Oh, shut up."

You regretted those words. Because Mason obeyed, worsening the anticipation by not talking you through it.

He slid himself further down. Taking your sweatpants and panties along with him before settling down between your legs.

"Mason?"

"Shhh. I'm busy."

Your eyes darted at the ceiling, waiting. Just waiting.

"Unless..." A cold draft swept past your thighs, Mason, raising himself to look at you with slight concern in his eyes. "Unless you want me to stop?" He said. "Would you like me to stop, baby?"

It was so pure. His need for your consent. You knew that Mason wouldn't continue without it, and that's why you let him. "It's okay. I want you to." You assured.

"Are you sure?"

You sat up and reached for his face, cradling his cheeks between your hands. "I'm sure Mason. I want this."

He nodded and perked up to kiss your lips. You smiled and let your head drop back against the cuchens.

Things started off quite innocent, with Mason pressing tender kisses closer and closer to your slit. Teasing you this way. Your pulse rose with the heat from his mouth, the tickle of his mustache raising the hair on your arms.

"You smell....amazing."

You exhaled in relief. Followed by a quiet giggle.

"What?"

"What if I hadn't...smelled amazing?"

"I would've of told you."

"Would you have stopped?"

"No."

Your eyebrows elevated "Oh."

Who would dare stop a starving man from eating?

You quickly realized how much it pleased him to please you. With every moan that unintentionally escaped you, a low mutter echoed below. Mason, mumbling secret endereaments against your skin.

"I love you."

It filled your heart. Mason was so bare and open. Even though you were the one laying with your woha in his face.

"I love the way you taste. So sweet. So..."

"Mason."

"Yes?"

"Stop talking."

He had you on the edge. Already on the verge of bursting.

"Baby, are you—"

"Yes. God yes."

He was good at it. His mouth warm against your lips, his tongue knowing exactly when to circulate, to lick, or to just be there, pressing hard against your beating pulse.

You were wrong.

So wrong.

"Mason, I'm gonna....I'm gonna." You surprised yourself with a high-pitched shriek. "Mason, fuck."His finger, maybe one maybe two, arched your back, pressing your hips into his face, letting you ride out the last of your orgasm. It was embarrassing how hard you came. Succumbing to your boyfriend's hands and mouth.

Once you finished. Once the rhythmic spasms seized to posses your body, a smothering warmth overwhelmed you.

"Was it good? Did I do good baby?"

"Mason I—" You were lost for words, eyes wide, staring blankly at him. "You're....you're..."

His grin went from proud to complacent, maliciously complecant. "I was good wasn't I? Better than you thought."

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as the two of you fell back on the sofa. A josyeus laughter threatened to burst your lungs. "I wanna go again."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"Like right now? Right after I just..."

"Again, please."

Mason chuckled nervously, working his now tight jaw. "I see that I've created a monster."

Mason blinks and pauses for a moment, “Well… personally, I don’t mind eating it whole. I’ve never really understand the controversy. My girlfriend has strong opinions though.”

He pauses with a laugh, eyes crinkling, “I remember when we first started dating, I made her a sandwich, and I watched her cut it into triangles before she ate it. I was so confused, and then she looked up at me and told me that sandwiches always need to be cut into triangles. I just agreed because I wanted to keep dating her, but now if I don’t cut her sandwich into triangles, it becomes a whole conversation about sandwich shapes.” 

You hold back a laugh before calling for him, “Mase!”

A few moments later he pokes his head in, mild confusion written on his face. An eyebrow furrowed, you hold yourself back from going to kiss his cheek. “What’s this about sandwich shapes, I hear?” you ask, humor in your voice. 

His face flushes slightly, “Babe, that was months ago.” He moves towards you, pulling you into his chest. You squirm slightly, holding back laughter. 

“I refuse to be dating a man who won’t admit that triangles are the best sandwich shape!” you say, your voice muffled by his sweatshirt. You feel his chest shake slightly as he holds back a laugh. 

“What difference does it make?! It’s all a sandwich,” he jokingly remarks. You raise your head looking at him with an exaggerated expression of sadness. 

“Alright, alright…” he concedes, “How about this, we can each ask our followers what they think and whoever wins is correct.”

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A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

marcus is extremely attentive to you after sex. whether you’re truly dating or friends with benefits, i feel he’d be respectful and understanding that aftercare is important. he’d clean you up and make sure you were okay, caressing you and making sure you were well and taken care of. <3

B = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

marcus’ favourite body part of yours is probably your ass or your legs. i see marcus as a major ass guy, and of course he loves your tits too and he gives equal attention, he just cannot get enough of everything you’ve got to give back there! he also likes your thighs too. he likes to come home after a long day of training and just stuff his face in between them, sexual or not. it’s like a safe haven for him. :( marcus’ favourite body part of his is probably his biceps or his hands. he likes how strong he’s gotten compared to how skinny he’s always been, hence why he’s always training so hard.

C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

our marcus is an absolute fiend when it comes to cum! he loves it, he loves seeing your body covered in him. whether it’s your face, tits, ass or thighs. even your tummy. he loves seeing you painted in his glory. since he takes care of his body, it’s not always just a little that you get, it’s more than that, hence the words being painted within him. another thing to add is the rare moments marcus cums in you, something sacred between the two of you that you sometimes like to experiment with! he loves forcing your legs wide afterwards, a slight whine leaving your lips as he spreads you apart down there with his thumbs on either side just to watch himself vigorously leak out of you.

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i think marcus would like to record you. i think he’d be really into it as controversial as it sounds.. marcus spends hours reviewing match playbacks and analysing footage in his home theatre and at the training centre, so how couldn’t he be into making footage he could analyse of you? i can only imagine how many personal video cameras he’d have stored away, all labeled of you and what’s exactly on them. maybe he’d even have a secret journal of all the stuff he’s done / wants to do to you written down. i can only imagine him stroking himself slowly to the insane thoughts of what he wants to do to you.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

marcus is 100% experienced and knows what he’s doing. marcus’ career basically depends on spatial awareness, reading people’s movements, and reacting in milliseconds. i expect he translates that directly to the bedroom. marcus isn’t just experienced, he is refined. he knows everything about you and your body, how your breath hitches, toes curl, your noises, even your grip. marcus has an effortless confidence as a person, but even more in the bedroom, and he does it with elegance.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

marcus is a dirty dog to me. he is down to try anything just for you, although i feel his personal preferences would be the basics. missionary, doggy, cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. with missionary, marcus loves to make you look at him while he pounds into you, forcing you to be pinned down with his weight. there’s nothing better than him watching you struggle to keep it all together in the moment until you break. with doggy, as said before, marcus is a total ass man! he loves to watch the recoil of your ass as he slams into you, losing all that polite composure to a totally primal, relentless pace. this goes for reverse cowgirl too. riding is another guilty pleasure, you’re like his goddess. the prettiest sight to him is for you to be on top while he watches your tits bounce and bruising your hips with his grip as he guides your rhythm. <3

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

well, no. marcus is definitely not goofy in the heat of the moment. he is 100% focused on making you lose your mind, of course! he needs to make sure you are entirely satisfied and taken care of.. but after it all? of course he’s goofy. he gets all lazy and smiley after he’s finished, spoiling you in kisses and cuddles while he’s all warm and tangled up in the sheets with you. he’d pull you into a tight hold, teasing you about all the little noises you make for him, how naturally your body responds to him. “what was my name again? oh, daddy? yeah you loveee daddy, don’t you, love?”

H = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

marcus is definitely well groomed! he doesn’t like when he gets too bushy down there, so he tries his best to maintain what he can. overall, he doesn’t mind having some hair, and you certainly don’t mind it either. there’s something incredibly masculine about when you’re on top of him and he’s shirtless, his tattoos on his torso and how they mesh with his light happy trail he proudly has. your hands on his hips, tracing that familiar tattoo he has that says love yourself right above his hipbone while you admire the dark hair that leads to greatness down his tummy. <33

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

marcus is a big physical and attempting verbal guy. marcus has total caregiver vibes, and it shows even outside his relationship. he’s a big skin to skin guy, he likes to come home from being out just so he can lay his cheek against your skin, feel your heartbeat and have your fingers tangled in his hair. he needs it if anything, and he’s slowly been able to not be shy about it. he’s worked on trying to be romantic within his words while being a person who shows it more so through actions and not always verbally, and he’s made fantastic progress. soft mumbled whispers against your skin, saying how much he missed you (or missed being inside of you) while he was away, late night talks when both of you can’t sleep, he likes that he’s able to communicate intimately within his words and not be shy about it with you or teased for it.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

marcus definitely has a proper wank every now and then but only when he’s desperate for it, he doesn’t do it out of boredom or carelessly. he is a man of discipline and an athlete who thrives on routine and control, so he likes to save his energy for you. i can see after a long game, he’s all tired and lonely in his hotel room, desperate for touch— touch he can’t have cause you’re not there. he’d have some videos saved of you, maybe a voice note or two of you moaning his name, or maybe he’d even touch himself to just a picture he has of you in a tank top and underwear. it doesn’t take much for marcus when it comes to you.. and when he’s done and staring at the ceiling all spent and quiet in thought? you definitely are getting a late text of “i need to come home to you asap.”

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

this is something i think about all the time and maybe the hardest thing to try and write out fully. i imagine marcus to be entirely experimental and creative with what he’s into! overstimulation, praise, orgasm denial or even marking you / being marked? i think all roads lead back to the word daddy with this man. marcus is a caregiver like said before, and i think this 100% comes out in his relationships. now it isn’t the kind of daddy within age, it’s purely about protection, authority and taking total responsibility for your pleasure. taking total responsibility for your needs and satisfaction. marcus wants to provide for you, shield you from harm and be your knight in shining armour! when you call him daddy it’s like you’re actively telling him how much you trust and love him with you as a whole, and for a guy with such protective instincts like him? it is the ultimate turn on.

L = location (favorite places to do the do)

marcus is a classic kinda guy, and he likes to mainly have you in his bedroom where it’s safe and sound for the two of you. it’s a paradise for you two to entirely embrace the love you two have for each other! i think other than the comfort of his bedroom, he definitely tears you apart all over his house for not only your enjoyment but his. there’s something so liberating to him about fucking you all over the place he owns. the kitchen island, sofa, pool table, bathroom, shower, the wall?! he loves it all.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. you are everything that marcus is into. just as much as your breathing gets this man going! the clothes you wear, your touch, your mannerisms? all of it gets his blood pumping down south. you could walk downstairs in just his t-shirt and some panties and that’d be enough for him to take you right then and there <3

N = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

honestly, anything that hurts you. marcus wants you to feel nothing but pleasure and love in that moment. the last thing he wants to do is cause you any harm or pain. as much as marcus loves to leave little marks or hold you down? marcus loves your tears of pleasure, never pain.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

marcus is a man who is well balanced, so i see him being well balanced in the topic of oral! as much as he loves to receive, the man is an eater at the end of the day. he loves to look up from in between your thighs and see your head tilted back against the pillow while your hands are in his hair and your hips are desperately bucking against his mouth! that mixed with the dirty talk sends him into a spiral that only wants you to get pushed over the edge even more.

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

marcus has incredible control over his body, and he understands the pace that should be set by the mood it is. coming home from date night or just going to bed after a nice dinner? slow and passionate, soft touches, gentle kisses with slow thrusts and words of praise! now after a match he lost, drunk or just pent up? it’s fucking go time for this man!! his mind is set on one thing and one thing only, your pleasure. pinning you down with his weight and getting those panties off immediately yet still sneaking in little teases while he can even if he’s desperate! he knows you know you’re gonna be satisfied and sore by the end of this.

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

marcus doesn’t always like quickies. he is truly one to wanna take his time with you, so it’s extremely rare that he’s willing to rush something so important to him with you :( he wants to make sure you are pleasured and buzzing with ecstasy after he’s done with you.. however, if you truly want it and he’s feeling extra naughtier than usual, he will give you what you need if it’s 15 minutes before he has to leave for training, even if it causes him to mess up a little during drills <3

R = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

marcus is a big experimentalist and definitely loves to explore what he can with you! i think he is also a risk taker, but he keeps it under control, especially when it comes to in public situations since he does carry a big profile. but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try and slip his hands into your panties at a dinner under the table or under the blanket at a movie night with friends. he’s a little cheeky like that ;)

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

marcus is a well oriented athlete. he takes care of himself and his body and he is extremely attentive to himself and his health. due to his excellent shape i do see him as the type to go for a long time! he definitely loves a bit of overstimulation with you too .. :> “marcus, please, i can’t. too much..” “awe, ‘s okay, love, you’re doing so well. know you’ve got one more in you, sweetheart.”

T = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

aaaa i love this one. marcus is of course extremely skilled in the area of sex, so he’s never seen toys as a competition but more of a extension of his own hands almost.. surprisingly, he loves watching you play with the toys he’s bought you. it gets him off watching you get to the brink of tears of pleasure cause he’s forcing you to use the highest mode on the newest toy he bought you! he definitely buys the high luxury ones, always making sure your pleasure is fulfilled. his favourite might be the panties with a built in vibrator, he loves controlling it on the app it came with. (which took him awhile to learn how to use, the old man..) whether you’re in the car, at dinner, in public. that’s his risk he likes.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

this man’s fucking middle name is menace. it’s the worst when he’s a little angry and pent up from losing a match. he comes home, finally knowing how to work that app and turns your vibrating panties on the highest setting and watches you squirm and cry until he turns it off, just to turn it back on again and watch tears brim. he likes the begging of it all, how you get so needy almost. he makes you touch yourself in front of him, begging him to just touch you. usually once the tears start flowing he gives you what you want, which ends up with him having marks all over him because you just couldn’t help yourself after all that teasing! he’s the worst.

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

marcus is a groaner, for sure. with all the work that he puts in, he definitely isn’t afraid to make just a little noise. he’s pretty vocal in his own intimate, masculine way, and it’s definitely an addictive sound. he isn’t the loudest but he definitely makes it known he’s enjoying your body. something that happens when he gets tired and it’s a slow fuck, or maybe even a sweet blowjob from you after a long day at training, sometimes a little whimper or two does slip out in those moments! it’s a cherishing moment every time it happens, and of course he’s always so sweet with you too! hand in your hair, holding it back as you do your thing on him. his hips bucking a little but never too aggressively, those little tired breathy whimpers you get out of marcus are to die for! <3

W = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

when marcus falls asleep after sex, he knocks tf OUT. all tangled in the sheets, hair a little disheveled with a rhythmic breathing followed. he’ll throw an entire arm around you and leg over your waist, needing that skin to skin after such intimate moments, and he will keep you close and locked down. you are literally not able to move at all, he’s like your personal weighted blanket. and oh if you try to move? “marcus, i need to pee, let me up.” *silence* “marcus!” “no.”

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

marcus certainly does not disappoint down there, and that’s a promise. since he is such a lean athlete, and has never been too big and bulky i definitely see him having a nice length. probably almost eight inches but not entirely, with a curve upward that bends just a little to the left. it’s veiny, and not entirely girthy but just perfect for him to know how to use it. it’s definitely intimidating at first sight, and no doubt he’d have to train your pussy to get used to him and his size! even when he’s on soft he hangs low and heavy enough to make you get a little dizzy at the sight of him in a pair of sweatpants.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

marcus’ sex life with you is balanced and disciplined. with his busy schedule, he doesn’t always have time to get down with you as much as he’d like to.. but when he does? he makes it count, no doubt. overall, it is pretty high and you two’s sex life is healthy <33

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

marcus falls asleep pretty quick once he’s finished. after taking care of you, and a little bit of quiet time mixed with small talk between you while soaking up the afterglow he’s out like a light after a few minutes. all bundled up and talking lazy after all the physical effort he puts into your time together, it’s not long until he falls asleep, playing with your hair and whispering to you how much he loves you!