#eminem x you

[calummss]

dating 90s/00s eminem …

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kim and hailie don’t exist in this universe

start and development of relationship

i definitely imagine him to take notice of you at one of the underground rap battles roughly 1992/1993

your friend who was interested in going dragged you along one night cause they were really into rap and hip hop

and there you saw him! the one and only marshall marthers destroying every opponent that stood before him

after the battles came to an end you were already attracted to him and tried to get to him to talk to him

here’s how i think it would go:

‘hey, i just wanted to tell you that you absolutely killed it on stage. it’s my first time here so i lack certain knowledge but i know enough to know that you have an incredible talent’

‘thank you. your first time? what’s your name?’

‘y/n’

‘eminem. marshall mathers’

i imagine you to awkwardly shake hands. like i know you’re in the detroit underground scene but neither of you knew how to proceed

‘i hope this won’t be a shot in the dark but can i give you my number?’ your mind literally racing

‘sure, i’ll give you a call if i’m interested’

THIS MAN TURNS AROUND AND DIALS YOUR NUMBER AND LETS YOU ANSWER!! turning around with a smirk and just straight up low key flirting with you

he was embarrassed to bring you to his home but you eventually just showed up one day cause he wasn’t returning calls—you reassured him that you didn’t care and let slip that you loved him no matter what

marshall was definitely a bit overwhelmed at first and took him like a minute to snap out of his trance because it was most likely the first time he truly felt loved, appreciated and cared for

you supported him and his music until he was eventually signed

everyone was confused why you stayed with a man who wrote violent lyrics especially about his wife so you had to explain over and over again that the wife was fictional

and everyone that truly knew marshall knew that he would never lay a hand on you. he would rather d!e than hurt you

three years after you meet you become pregnant and were scared he was going to leave (news flash he didn’t)

he reassured you that if you wanted to keep the baby that you two would figure it out and that he would and could never ever leave your side

you married quick and definitely rushed it but it proved to be the best decision you made including keeping the baby

this lead to the birth of your beautiful daughter—for some reason the name romy jane won’t leave my mind so i’ll just leave it at that

anyway you blink and stardom surrounds marshall

a few hiccups occurred during the relationship but nothing major and you always managed to talk things trough

what the relationship would include

his hand would alway be on your waist! no matter if you’re on his lap, standing next to him or whatever, his hand will be at its rightful place

i believe he prefers cheek and jaw kisses. he loves a good forehead kiss and hand kiss when he’s emotional and talking to you about certain struggles

speaking of struggles; he would always and i mean always put on his strong persona for you but sometimes his walls would crumble and would cry into your shoulder holding you so tight like you’re about to slip from his grasp

you would make appearances in a few music videos

he would also prefer to be in the studio alone but brings you along when all demos are done to get your opinion because he values it a lot (low key more than dres)

of course you would be his main inspiration for a lot of songs, also you daughter, because he admires both of you so much

marshall is 100% a very jealous and possessive man. not overbearing but maybe a little more intense than the average man? he trusts you fully but not others. he doesn’t forbid you of anything but will always say and do stuff to let others know that you’re off limits

i imagine after you got married he got a tattoo of your face or name on his chest like right over his heart

likes holding hands in public and an occasional kiss but nothing more. he prefers his affection to be reserved for only you and not the world

ONLY refers to you as ‘my girl’. when he’s with friends he’d say stuff like ‘yo, where is my girl?’. and others would also refer to you as ‘his girl’. at one point you just got the nickname ‘slim’s girl’ or ‘shady’s girl’ depending on which you prefer

tries to keep you away from hollywood and only goes for recordings, shows etc. when he’s done you both leave for detroit to lead a somewhat quiet life

definitely will buy you a lot of gifts. sometimes expensive or cheap; something that reminds him of you or something he knows you want. he just feels like showering you with gifts. his love language is giving gifts or acts of service. he will watch your favourite show just because you like it

em will always thank you in his speeches!! something along the lines of ‘first of all thank you to dr. dre and my two beautiful girls who i love with my entire heart. you two are my world, i love you!’

but like you don’t understand he will always thank you. he could win a life time supply of soap and he would say your name with pride…he’s just so grateful to have you and to be able to call you family

would hold your bag/bags for you. marshall gives you princess treatment without realising bc he genuinely wants to do it. he will snatch those bags out of your hands before you can protest

when other artists or people take your name or your daughter’s name into their mouths with negative connotations you best believe em will rip them apart, so most people will never attack you or romy bc it’s a death sentence

people can call him lame, bad rapper, ugly, whatever they feel like but as soon as anyone mentions a hair on you or romy’s bodies…it’s over. careers are shredded…you love it though

if you are a girl who likes to get her nails done this is for you; at first you started asking him to choose a design and colour and at first he was confused but he learned to love it especially when you scratched his head or your hands around his yknow what…he even once tried to design some and you got it done

the sex is a mix of mildy rough and vanilla. sometimes you both need something a little more “agressive” but he also needs a calm session. i see it kind as a light switch: it’s either rough or vanilla, occasionally you mix it but it turns out one way or another

also the man is a sucker (pun) for head. like he loves your mouth on him. i genuinely believes it’s in his top 2 favourite sexual activities (don’t deny it i’m right)

extra: if you love marshall right and you two work, it will be both of yours best love, but if things don’t work they can quickly turn into a relationship from hell

[itsmealaiah]

Hiii! Can i pls request a Eminem x reader smut where reader is his younger girlfriend(still legal) and she gets alot of hate online so Eminem showers her with love and he defends her online?🩷

yes ❤️❤️

who gives a shit?

tags/ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, author not proofreading shit, rushed, comfort, p0rn with plot, dirty talk, just filth, use of the word wh0re.

MDNI ⚠️

do not repost anywhere else, copy, translate, claim as your own, or use anywhere besides this blog.

pairing: em x afab

Your POV:

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing violently against the bedside table. Rolling over, I squint at the screen, still half-asleep. It's a message from marsh, my boyfriend. "Baby girl, wake up." The words are typed in all lowercase, his signature texting style. I smile, reaching over to grab the phone and swipe my finger across the screen. "Hey, sexy. What's up?"

He replies immediately, "Just wanted to make sure you were awake. You know how much I hate it when you stay out late." There's a playfulness in his tone, but there's a hint of worry there too. I can feel the warmth spread across my chest as I smile, thinking about how protective he is.

"I'm awake now, don't worry," I assure him, throwing off the sheets and stretching. I yawn, the motion sending a pleasant ache through my body. "What are you up to today?"

There's a brief pause before he responds. "I'm just chilling at home, gonna work on some new music." He always seems so focused when he's in this mood, but I know he's just as excited about it as I am. "Wanna come over?"

I bite my bottom lip, considering his offer. Being with Em is always better than being apart, but I know what it's like to have him consumed by his work. "Sure, but I can't promise I'll be much company. You know how I am when you're in the zone."

There's another pause, longer this time. "It's okay, baby. Just come over. I'd rather have you here, even if you're just sleeping or reading or whatever." His words make me feel so loved and wanted, it's impossible not to melt a little. "I'll make breakfast, okay?"

Smiling to myself, I gather my things and make my way over to his house. The walk is short, but it never fails to make my heart race a little, thinking about how much he means to me. I knock on his door, and a few seconds later, it swings open. Em stands there, bare-chested and wearing a pair of worn-in denim shorts, his hair messy and his eyes sleepy. He looks so damn sexy.

"Hey," he says, pulling me into a tight hug. I inhale the familiar scent of his skin, musk and sweat and something else that's uniquely him. "I missed you." He kisses me gently before leading me inside. The air in his apartment is warm and comfortable, and there's a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. "I made you some pancakes."

"That sounds amazing," I say, following him into the kitchen. He's already pulled out a chair for me at the small breakfast bar and set a plate of pancakes, along with a cup of coffee, in front of me. "You're the best."

he chuckles, sitting down next to me.

"You really are something else, you know that?" he says, taking a bite of his own pancake. "You're beautiful, and talented, and you put up with all my shit. I don't know what I'd do without you." He leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"I'm just being honest," I tell him, laughing. "You're a little crazy, but I love you."

He grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I know I am. But it's okay, because you're crazy too. And it works, you know?" He takes another bite of his pancake, and I watch as he chews, his jaw working gracefully. There's a certain rhythm to the way he moves, a fluidity that I find endlessly captivating. "So, what do you want to do today?"

I consider the question, taking a sip of my coffee. "I don't know, actually. What do you want to do?"

He shrugs. "I've got a few ideas, but I'd rather spend the day with you. We could go for a walk, maybe find a quiet spot and just talk or read or something. Or we could just stay in, watch a movie or make out all day." His voice drops low on the last word, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

"Sounds perfect," I say, reaching over to take his hand. "I could really use some time to just be with you, you know? We never seem to have enough of that these days." He squeezes my hand gently, his touch sending a rush of warmth through my body.

We finish our breakfast, and I help him clean up the dishes. As we're rinsing the plates, I glance up at him, noticing the way his muscles move as he scrubs the sponge across the surface. He's so focused on what he's doing, and yet he's still so graceful. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to watch him pleasure me, the way his body moves in perfect rhythm, the way he'd look at me with those intense eyes. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation.

"You okay?" he asks, noticing the look on my face. "You're acting a little…intense there."

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just…thinking about something." I smile up at him, trying to be nonchalant. "I was just wondering what it would be like if we found some time to be alone later, you know?"

His eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across his face. "Oh really?" he says, his voice low and husky. "And what did you have in mind?"

I glance down at the floor, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Well, I was thinking…maybe we could find a quiet spot, just the two of us, and you could show me what you're really like in bed." My voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a heat to it that I can't contain. "I mean, I know we've been together a while, but…I feel like there's so much more we could explore together. Don't you ever want to try something new?"

He leans in, his face close to mine. His breath fans across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, baby," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I'd love to explore all the things you're thinking about with you. I've been wanting this for so long." His hand finds its way to my hip, gently squeezing. "But we should probably find a place where we can be a little more comfortable. You know, where we won't be interrupted."

I nod, unable to speak past the sudden tightness in my throat. I can feel the anticipation building inside me, a mixture of desire and nervousness that seems to pool low in my belly. I know he's going to make me feel amazing, and I can't wait to see what he has in store for us.

He takes my hand, leading me upstairs to our bedroom. The room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. He turns to face me, taking in my expression, and then leans in, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue darts out, tentatively exploring my mouth, and I moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands move down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me closer.

He breaks the kiss, stepping back just enough to strip off his shirt. It falls to the floor, revealing his sculpted chest, dusting of fine hair leading down to his waistband. Without another word, he unbuckles his belt, lets his pants slide down his hips, and steps out of them. He's completely naked now, and the sight of him takes my breath away. His erection is impressive, already half-hard, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like buried deep inside me.

He climbs onto the bed, crawling over to where I sit on the edge, my heart racing. He reaches down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and pulls them off in one swift motion. I'm left completely bare before him, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. He looks at me for a long moment, taking in my exposed body, before moving forward, pressing his lips against my neck. His hands find their way to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing gently.

I arch my back into his touch, moaning softly. "Please," I whisper, feeling the need for him growing stronger with every passing second. He moves his lips down my body, kissing and nipping at my breasts, sucking one hard before moving to the other. His hand slides between my legs, finding my aching center, and I gasp as he touches me. It feels so good to be touched like this, so intimately and thoroughly.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and then slowly slides a finger inside me. I'm so wet, it feels like I've been waiting for this for hours. He begins to move his finger in and out, finding a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel myself growing wetter, more needy with each passing second. His free hand finds its way to my clit, circling it gently before moving in to press against it, and I cry out, arching my back off the bed.

He smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. "You feel so good," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "So wet and ready for me." He pulls his finger out of me long enough to reach down and position his erection at my entrance. There's a moment of breathless anticipation as he pushes inside, filling me completely. It feels so good, so right. I gasp as he sinks deeper, stretching me in a way that makes me ache for more.

His hands move up to my shoulders, gently holding me down onto the bed as he begins to thrust into me. Each thrust is powerful and deliberate, driving him deeper inside me with each passing second. I can feel every inch of him as he moves against me, and the sensation is overwhelming. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood as I struggle to keep myself from coming apart beneath him.

He leans down, capturing one of my nipples between his lips, sucking hard as he thrusts into me. The combination of pain and pleasure is almost too much to bear, and I can feel myself beginning to lose control. My hips meet his each time he drives into me, my body begging for more. His free hand moves between us, finding my clit once again, circling and teasing until I'm on the brink of orgasm.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes deep inside me, his body tensing as he releases himself against my flesh. I feel him grow still for a moment, and then he begins to move again, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he regains his strength. His hips meet mine in perfect rhythm, and I can feel the tension building inside me once again.

I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as my orgasm washes over me in a wave of intense pleasure. My body arches off the bed, my cries of release muffled against his shoulder. He continues to move inside me, his thrusts growing deeper and harder as he finds his own release.

He's powerful and dominant, but there's also a gentleness to him that I hadn't expected. The way he kisses and caresses me, the way he listens to my gasps and moans, makes me feel cherished and desired. I'm no longer aware of the rest of the world as we move together, lost in this intimate dance.

Time seems to stand still as we make love, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the rhythm of his heartbeat matching the pace of our lovemaking. It's as if we've known each other for years, as if we were meant to be together like this.

When he finally collapses on top of me, spent and satisfied, I'm left feeling both fulfilled and completely and utterly content. He rolls to the side, pulling me into his embrace, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It's soothing, comforting, and I realize that this is what I've been missing. Not just sex, but this connection, this intimacy.

As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like. I mean, we just met, and it was sort of weird that he knew my name, but…the way he touched me, the way he made me feel so wanted and desired…it's like nothing I've ever experienced before.

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. Groggily, I roll over and grab it, glancing at the screen to see that it's three in the morning. Great. Who could possibly be texting me at this hour? I unlock the phone and scroll through my messages, feeling a knot form in my stomach as I see a string of nasty comments from my "friends" online.

They're all talking about how I must be some sort of whore, how I should be ashamed of myself, and how everyone knows who I am now. The words sting, but somehow they feel hollow compared to the warmth that still lingers in my body from our lovemaking. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to push away the hurt and focus on the feeling of being loved and wanted for who I am, rather than what people think they know about me.

I roll back over and nestle myself against the solid wall of his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. He stirs, one hand moving to cradle my head as he kisses the top of my head. "What's wrong baby?" he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment by sharing the ugliness of the outside world with him. But I can't help but wonder if he's ever experienced anything like this before. "People are being really mean online," I whisper. "They don't know what they're talking about, but it still hurts."

He sits up slowly, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. His strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly against his chest. "It's going to be okay," he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "They're just jealous, that's all. They don't know what they're missing." His words are soothing, and I feel a little of the tension drain from my body.

He leans back against the headboard, cradling me in his arms, and I gaze up at him. His eyes are intense, but there's also a hint of sadness there. "Believe me when I say that none of that matters, y/n. You are perfect just the way you are. And as long as you're with me, you'll never have to worry about what anyone else thinks." His words make my heart ache, and I can't help but wonder if he truly means them.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "I wish I could believe that," I whisper.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You can believe it," he says firmly. "Because it's true. You are everything to me, and no one can take that away." His words are like a balm, easing the ache in my chest.

I nestle closer to him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. Despite the cruelty of the outside world, in this moment, everything feels right. I can't help but wonder how long this will last, and if the weight of the world will eventually crush us. But for now, I'm going to hold onto this feeling, this sense of being loved and wanted for who I am, and enjoy every second of it.

[marshallsgirl]

Marshall revealing his new song to Y/N

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Warnings: 🔞 MATURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Recommended song: Remind Me - Eminem, In Too Deep - Eminem

Author's note: Hey, guys! I was so bored and I wrote this. I may delete it later or idk. Hope you all enjoy it. I love you guys so much! Sending all of you a warm hug🫂🤍

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"I have a surprise for you" Marshall said to me as he enter the living room. Inmediatly I turn off the tv and give all my attention to him. "Guess what" he said.

"What?"

"The song is complete!"

"Whoa baby!"

Here's the thing. He told me he was writting a song about us, but that's it. He didn't talk about ever again. Even if I asked him about it he had changed the topic. So, I was very nervous about it. Because this has happened before. It was with the Revival album. That one song called Remind Me. That one was for me. I still remember when he show me that song.

" did you...That's my fav rock&roll song!" I said when I heared the beat.

"Yeah, that's the song you kept singin' and singin' while you're cooking" he said wanted to laugh at me.

I loved that song. Perfect combination but it was crazy. I mean...he did that for me? He united rock&roll and rap that was so crazy.

"Damn, that's crazy babe" I said.

"See y/n, u make me do things I normally wouldn't do"

"Awww, I love it and I love you baby!"

So, this time I was really nervous because I've been singin' a lot and very different genres. And Marshall...Well, he is so crazy. I didn't know what to expect.

"Are we going to the studio?" I asked him ready to go change if needed.

"No, let's just get in the car". So, we got inside his car. "Are u okay?" suddenly he asked me.

"Yeah, I'm good! I need to hear your song!"

I got too excited and I get very excited when I'm nervous I don't know why, but It's like I got a lot of energy all of the sudden. Anyways, so he says:

"Okay, okay but you need to know that I just got the final mix and I haven't heard it. I mean I know the entire song but I didn't hear the final mix yet" he explained.

"Omg..."

"What?"

"Wait, let me just make myself comfortable" I said while adjustin' my seat a little bit.

At this point he doesn't even hide that he's laughing at me.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, ready"

"Wait, look at me" he ordered and I obey. "I love you"

"Okay, now play the song!"

"Yo, say it back!" he replied.

"I love you, babe!"

And so the music started and he is lip singin': "This could never work, " is what we said at first. But whatever this is, it's working. But we're in two different worlds and (yeah) I'm not your husband (nah), you ain't my girlfriend. All I know is that (what?) When I'm with you, I'm a different person, yeah. And I ain't never met a chick as perfect. Girl, you're a ten, so here I am (yeah)

I literely screamed and Marshall had to stop the music.

"No, keep it goin'!" I argue.

He laughed and let the music continue: ...Can't tell if I'm cheating on her with you or cheating on you with her. But really, nobody's at fault, can't help who you love. Hope they don't ever hear us talk

'Cause we both are getting sloppy. Probably subconsciously part of me's hoping we get caught 'cause I'm not happy here (nah)

With her. Rather have you (yeah) Rather have me too. 'Cause you're not happy there (you're not happy there) With him. Rather have me (I know, but) We just in too deep (I'm in way too deep)

Marshall started singin' it out loud and I was vibin' with it the whole time. It was a good damn song. Honestly, I loved it. It truly was about us, about the start of our relationship, but there were a few things that weren't true like me havin' a wedding ring. It should say: I got a wedding ring. So it's her instead of you.

"That's it. What do u think?" he said not being able to stop smilin'

"Please, play the song one more time"

And he started to laugh again.

"Marshall!"

"Are for real? Did you loved it?" he was surprised.

"Yes, I love it!"

"Y/n..." he laughs again.

"Marshall! You're being so freakin' annoying. Play the song one more time!"

"Yo, you are just sayin that. You didn't loved it!"

"What? I do love it! Marshall!"

"Okay, okay"

He played the song again.

"I'm gonna cry" I said.

"Yo, you're hillarious!"

"That song is good as hell!"

[mieromaestro]

finally found pt.1

Summary: Y/n and Marshall have a fight. This time it is a serious conflict. He's almost disappointed in the relationship again, but this time it's different. He knows you're special and can't just lose you. Y/n is a celebrity too.

warning: 18+

“I can't believe it. I've trusted you for so many months and I stumbled into betrayal again!”

“You need to hear me. I didn't cheat on you yesterday or ever. It's just that…”

“…I found you making out with him in his car?”

“Marshall! That bastard got me drunk. He wanted me to sleep with him, he wanted to take advantage of me, Marshall!”

“And you're happy about that?”

You slapped him on the cheek.

“How can you say that?!” You cried out in frustration as you looked at his face. “I was insanely scared, I was afraid, but I couldn't do anything!!! I couldn't move because of the crap he gave me.”

Marshall laughed, very bitterly.

“You're really good at manipulating me. You know, I thought you were different, not like all the other whores who betrayed me and hurt me. But it turns out you're not. You're even worse. You got under my skin…”

“I didn't betray you, Marshall.” Your voice trembled, tears dripping to the floor, but you continued to speak insistently. You reached for his head but he roughly intercepted your hand.

“Don't do this to me.” You said, looking into his eyes. There was always so much pain and loneliness in them. It wasn't in the last few months when you were able to build a relationship. He was different. He was so much happier. You were glad that you were the reason why. But now everything was falling apart before your eyes.

“You'd better go.” He said in a cold tone.

You looked up into his eyes in disbelief. Was he really that angry? You couldn't move because of the chilling cold that enveloped you. With trembling hands you began to gather your things. Everything was like a fog. 

Now you just couldn't contain your resentment that HE didn't believe you. Tears came flooding out of your eyes again. Grabbing your suitcase, you walked silently out of the house with one last glance at Marshall.

The incident that had happened to you had been televised and broadcast 24/7. It was the high-profile event of the week. Of course, the pop diva was caught in a car with another guy. All the media wondered if there was a breakup with Eminem and how he survived the "betrayal." Every time you threw a pillow or the first object you could find at the screen at the mention of your name.

Marshall didn't call or write. You went crazy with uncertainty, leaving numerous calls and messages until you realized it was useless to do so.

But you had to endure the embarrassment even worse. Reporters found out about the harassment. To the old footage that didn't really say anything was added a video that a fan who recognized you shot. 

In the video, you could clearly see that you were almost unconscious, and the bastard was kissing you. It was painful for you to look at the recorded video, as if you'd been humiliated and shamed all over again. Tears formed in your eyes, which you wiped away. 

Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring. Not knowing who could come at such a late hour, you went to the door, by which there was still an unpacked suitcase. When you opened the door, you were stunned. The one standing in front of you was Marshall.

“You forgot this at my place.” He was holding a sweatsuit. But not just any sweatsuit, of which you had many, but the one he had given you. It was too big for you because it was his original sweatsuit. You still stood there in silence, not knowing what to say. 

“Thank you.” You reached out and took the sweatsuit, pulling it, but Marshall wouldn't give it back. You looked shyly into his face.

“He won't bother you again.” He said. You looked at him perplexed, and suddenly you saw a blood stain on his eyebrow. You were horrified to imagine what Marshall's words meant. A fight. You didn't even want to ask how he'd found him. With his connections and capabilities, it wasn't hard.

“You shouldn't have, I…” Suddenly you felt his hand sharply lifting your face by the chin.

“Look at me. Did he do anything to you?”

You couldn't fight the rush of feeling that came over you. He was there again, you could feel his touch. But an unpleasant realization stung your heart. He came, but only after the news broke.

“So you believed those weasel reporters, but not me?”

“What?” He frowned.

“You only came here after those videos went viral in the media.”

He suddenly looked in the direction of the TV where the sound was still coming from. There was another story on Y/n.

“I didn't know about that.”

You frowned. “Then why did you come here, Marshall?”

“I'm sorry I didn't believe you right away. Jealousy blinds me.”

“What made you change?”

He came very close, and stared intently into your eyes. That look had been familiar to you for a long time, and you could feel your breath catching. 

“I knew it was crazy to leave you. I knew I would kill myself with it. But I can't take it anymore.” His eyes filled with anger. “It's like I can't control myself. Every time I see assholes stretching their arms toward you, I forget that you belong to me.”

You looked up and put your hand on his neck, gently pulling him closer. Marshall let you pull him to you.

“Nothing could ever happen between me and anyone else.” You smiled. “You know how long I've been trying to win you over. You think I'm just going to back out?”

His hands dropped to your waist and began slowly stroking your skin through the fabric.

“Picked up a lost dog and turned him into an obedient puppy?”

The corners of your lips spread apart and the sincerest smile appeared on your face. He adored your smile because it always reflected your true feelings, your happiness when you were with him. Marshall took your chin in his hands, and you closed your eyes, still smiling.

“I don't know how you do it, but you made me come back to you again.”

At first it seemed like your relationship was only for a moment. Guys like Marshall don't usually pay attention to girls like you, you thought. He was too distant and inaccessible. At times his behavior remained so. But you knew the real him, you saw a side of him that was hidden from others.

You reached forward and kissed him. He moved his hand around your neck and pulled you closer. The other hand that was still resting on your waist moved lower, and you exhaled in a kiss. You were both insatiable, you two haven't had enough of each other. 

You buried your fingers in his hair and felt Marshall lead you toward the inside of the apartment. He began to run his hands over your shoulders, back, waist and hips and you heard his labored breathing.

“I fuckin’ love your body”. He said hoarsely.

You pressed your lips to his neck and left a little hickey there. You knew it was his erogenous zone. Marshall growled, and his movements became more sloppy. He took off your blouse and unhooked your bra, slowly running his palm from your neck to your cleavage and your breasts. 

You tried to keep up with him and pulled off your favorite leather jacket of his, running your palms over his broad shoulders. You didn't notice how you reached the bed and Marshall pushed you onto the soft surface and threw off his shirt. You reached up and pulled him to you. Your lips met again.

Marshall deliberately seized the initiative and pressed you against the bed. It was turning him on, you knew it. He pulled away from your lips and grabbed your jams holding them in one position for a moment and hovering over you. You ran your hand over his chest and taut belly, your hand lingered on his belt and you pulled him toward you. He grabbed your hips and lifted them up. You felt how hard he was and you let out a moan. 

“Honey, I want you to do something for me.”

When you looked at him, you willingly leaned forward and unbuckled his belt. Suddenly Marshall intercepted you and switched places. Now he was on the bed and you were hovering over him.

To be continued

[forbidden-sin-bin]

Hey so uh

Anyone wanna check on Em rn cause Detroit just got the L right before the Super Bowl

Anyways if it comforts you guys, imagine this is you comforting Em after the Lions lose:

I can feel his pain all the way in San Francisco oh god

[midnight-dixon]

I need someone write a Eminem x reader fanfic where he is dating an actress and she suprises him by singing in front of him for the first time. Or he didn't know his gf was at the studio and hears a beautiful voice and realize it's his girl. Because she would always lip sync to every song in front of him because music is his thing and acting is hers...

Or this might be a stupid idea 🤷‍♀️

[mousebetterhavemymoney]

Pov: You should be productive, but Instead you're writing fanfic

Chapter 7? 😅

[therealcocoshady]

Hi

Just wanna tell you ‘Recovery’ serie, is really Good so far :)

Hi ! Thank you so much ! Your compliment means a lot to me ❤️. It is my very first fan fiction so I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m happy if people like it !

Chapter 2 is coming REALLY REALLY SOON. (I might drop it tonight or tomorrow ? I have about 20 chapters written so far eheh).

Im also thinking about taking requests… just so you know (:

[evilnight07]

James Kelly and AJ from takers

I was listening to Eminem and Rihanna's song Love The Way You Lie and I CAN NOT stop thinking about Aj and James!

James and AJ would never physically touch you purposely but do I think when they are under a lot of pressure and stress it would happen? a hundred percent.JAMES

JAMES

The song is so James and Reader coded it's not funny. You two are arguing because James is willingly doing a heist with Frankie, leaving you behind with the worry of him possibly getting arrested. He lashes out, saying things he didn't mean which makes you break down crying.

He hates taking it out on you, why? because you're his girl. The one he was supposed to protect so when he sees you break down like that and knows he's the reason; it breaks his heart.

He would pull you into his arms, his hand rubbing your head as your face is buried into the crook of his neck. "I'm so sorry angel, I never meant to make you cry" He would whisper as he kissed you on the side of the head.

AJ

With Aj, it's the same ball game but a bigger problem. This song and the second part Rihanna wrote would be the entire reader and Aj's relationship.

Ghost was going without a doubt kill him and the others the moment he got a chance too so knowing his life was at risk scared the shit out of you.

The both of you would be yelling at each other for hours and not making any progress whatsoever so it causes him to explode, throwing a glass cup at you and getting in your face― his face red from anger and a vain popping out of his neck and forehead.

You've never seen him this angry at you, sure, there have been days where he would get angry but not this angry where he looked like he was gonna strike you down.

You feel small, and weak in that moment so all you do is break down and he finally realizes what he has done. His eyes would soften and shake his head, his arms immediately pulling you into a loving embrace and holding you close

"Princess, I didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry, you know I would never hurt you" He would say before he pulled your head away from his chest and look into your eyes.

James and Aj both love you more than anything to the point they would take a bullet for you. Aj literally does and to ensure your safety, James goes on the run until everything dies down, the both of them leaving a scar on your heart.

[smutty-books]

Hoodie Guy

Chapter 5

Eminem x reader

Getting to know you, coffee shop, soft marshall matters, reader’s sons

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The rest of the day passes in a blur. Angie teased you about Marshall and tried to get info out of you but you remained closed lip about what you talked about. You headed home in time to meet your sons’ buses and started them on their homework while starting dinner. Your 16 year old was determined to antagonize his brother and Nick played into it. You were glad for the distraction from your thoughts about meeting Marshall later. Soon enough you had your 12-year-old put to bed and Andrew was studying for an upcoming test. You looked at the time and realized you needed to get ready. You quickly went to your room, slipped into some straight-legged jeans, some white air force 1’s and a V-neck long-sleeved shirt. You let your hair down and fluffed it,and touched up your makeup. You spritzed some musk on your pulse points, the crown of your head, and behind your knees. You grabbed your debit card, some cash, and your phone. You let Andrew know you were going out with a friend. Andrew rolled his eyes when you repeated the exact instructions to him that you told him every night.

“ I know, mom, you tell me the same thing everytime you go out.” You kissed him on the too of the head and told him bye and what time you’d be back. You headed out, locking the door behind you. You drove to the coffee shop near the gym and parked. You took a few deep breaths and reminded yourself this was just Marshall and you were having coffee and talking, that's all. It didn't help that you had not dated much since your divorce and the times you had ended badly. You weren't one for casual hookups, and most guys wanted sex. That's what you worried about with Marshall, and, if you did date, what his expectations were cause you knew he was experienced with women. Way more experienced. You and your ex-husband had a good sex life and had done some experimenting, but you knew Marshall had been pretty wild in his younger days. You didn't know about it now, but if he was his team must be keeping it pretty hush-hush, as Marshall was very private.

You shook those thoughts off and reminded yourself that you were just talking and getting to know each other. Usually, things didn't progress past that. Most guys you were into were interested initially but then friend-zoned you, which is kind of what you were expecting to happen with Marshall. You would be cool with that. Marshall as a friend was better than no Marshall at all.

You again chided yourself for getting ahead of yourself. You checked again to make sure you had your debit card and your cash. You stepped out of your little car, ensured she was locked and made your way to the door. You glanced inside and noticed Marshall wasn't there yet. You look at your watch and see you are early, so you debate whether or not to wait outside or to go inside.

The smell of fresh coffee as a patron came out of the shop made up your mind for you. Coffee fiend that you were You followed the scent of the beloved liquid. You approached the counter and greeted the cashier. You scanned the menu but couldn’t decide. Ypu asked the cashier for a recommendation. The barista happened to hear your question and came over and asked you what you liked. You told her you liked dark roasts like Cafe Bustelo, a Cuban espresso, but you also like your cafe mochas and peppermint mochas as well as chai tea lattes. She offered her suggestion which sounded heavenly to you so you requested that and thanked her for her help and input. She smiled at you and began preparing your coffee in a mug. You paid the cashier for your drink and put a 5 dollar tip in the tip jar. You made small talk with the barista as you watched her prepare your drink. After a lovely conversation, she handed you your coffee creation in a big mug. You were delighted by the foam decoration on the top and told the barista so. She smiled appreciatively and blushed a little. Thanking her again, you turned around to find a table and found Marshall watching you. His face was expressionless but his gaze was warm and affectionate after watching your interactions with the staff at the shop. You blushed a little and ducked your head at his scrutiny . He swallowed down a smile and moved to join you.

“ I see you made yourself at home.. Ypu weren’t waiting long, were ya’?” He greeted you with as he came to your side. You smiled at him as you both walked to a both toward the back. You let him guide where you sat. You automatically took the seat that your back faced the shop, he looked a little surprised but nodded in thanks and took the seat facing the shop. He watched you take a sip of your drink and then swallowed another smile as you closed your eyes and sighed in contentment, dropping your head back. You smiled sheepishly as you brought your head back up and found his blue gaze still resting on ypu, cataloging your expressions, a slight tilt to his lips.

“ What can I say? Coffee and I could never be strangers. A patron came out as I was waiting outside for you, and I couldn’t resist coming in and getting a cup. I hope you don’t mind?” your explanation started strong but trailed off as you waited for his response.

“ Yes, I minded. I fully ‘spected you to wait outside for me. I’m Eminem, I expect chicks to wait for me.” He said, wholly deadpan and seriously, sitting toward you and looking you straight in the eye. Your eyes widened a fraction as you looked in his serious blue eyes and scanned his face. You thought he was playing but his face was so serious. Your mind flashed to all the interviews you saw with him and his complete deadpan delivery and his dry sense of humor. You decided to play with it a little. You made sure an apology showed in your eyes just in case.

“ Oh, so sorry, my mistake. Where ever are my manners. Please for give the lapse in etiquette, Mr. Mathers. It won’t happen again.” Ypu intoned, dryly, your face in an exaggerated forgive me expression, complete with puppy dog eyes. Marshall broke at that. His blue eyes twinkled back at you and he allowed a smile and a chuckle.

“ Well, since it’s your first time, I’ll let it slide. Don’t let it happen again.” He mock warned. You tried to appear chastened though in actuality you were relieved he was being facetious. You murmured your thanks and picked up your mug and took another sip. Marshall excused himself to get his own drink. You turned around to watch him move across the shop, admiring his easy stride and his outfit. You admired his black Kangol cap, his black zip up hoodie and his sagged sweatpants and his Nike’s. You watched him interact with the cashier and watched him drop a 10 dollar tip in the jar. You continued to watch as he accepted his cup and as he turned around and moved back toward you. You turned around back toward the table not wanting to be caught staring like a creeper. You watched as he settled himself in and took a sip of his drink.

“Have you been here before?” Ypu asked him curiously, taking another sip from your mug.

“ Not this shop, no, I used to frequent the shop it was before. It was a little mom and pop greasy spoon. Made the best eggs and hash browns. They had to sell though, the owner got sick and they couldn’t keep up the business. This place hadn’t been open maybe 6 months. First time I’ve been in here.” He looked around the shop assessing.

“ Yeah, we have a place like that back in my hometown. It was called The City Grill. Only open till like 2 and made the best eggs and hash browns. It’s still there though. Little mom and pop hole in the wall place.” You shared, smiling slightly at the fond memories.

“ So you ain’t from Detroit. I didn’t think you was. Your accent is different. Where’s home?” He asked curiously. You told him where you were from and about your little hometown.

“ What brought you to Detroit? That’s a ways from home?”

“ I took a travel assignment here one summer. I kept coming back here each summer cause I love the hospital and the staff I work with so much. Plus I fell in love with Detroit. So I decided to move me and my boys here permanently.”

From there the conversation continued. Marshall was guarded about quite a bit but he answered more than you thought he would. You were also guarded about some of your history but tried to answer as openly as you could. He asked more questions about your kids and you bragged on them like the proud mama you were. You asked about his kids as that was never an area you delved into or investigated as those were his kids. You could see how proud he was of all three of his kids. You commiserated over your worry about your teenagers and how things had changed since you both were that age.

You were just chuckling at an anecdote he was telling about Stevie when ypu heard “ Mom, mom, mom, mummy, mama.” Marshall looked at you confused, realization dawned as you took your phone out with a chuckle. Murmuring an “ excuse me” you turned away slightly to focus on your conversation with your son. Marshall pulled his phone out so as not to eavesdrop on your conversation.

“ Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay? Is Nick okay?” You asked, concerned mom tone coming out. You heard an exasperated sigh from the end of the line.

“ He’s fine, mom, still sleeping. Can Jayden come over after school to hang out and listen to music? There's a new X album of unreleased songs dropping at midnight.” you thought about it. “ Has he checked with his parents that its okay?” “ Yes, mom, they said it fine.” “Is he staying for dinner? “ “ If that's okay, yeah.” “ Yeah, that's fine.” “ Bet! Thanks mom, love you, bye.” “ Love you, too, son, be home soon.”

Marshall looked up and put his phone away as you ended your call. He smiled to himself as he caught your concerned mom tone and hearing your tone when talking to your son, and the “ I love you too.”

“ Your boys okay?” He asked politely, even though he knew the answer.

“ Yeah. That was Andrew, asking to have a friend over tommorow to listen to a new album that’s dropping at midnight.” You explained, pocketing your phone.

“ Oh? What album?” Marshall asked curiously, thinking if he knew any albums on the horizon off hand.

“ Xxxtentation? It’s some of the unreleased music he did before he died.” you explained. Marshall nodded “ Your son into rap?” “ Predominantly, yeah, he started with you and then went from there. His favorites are X, Juice World, and NF, but he listens to so many artists.” you chuckled.” He likes to play them for me when Nick’s not around and get my opinion on what he is listening to.” you shared, chuckling, shaking your head, thinking about some of the screamers he listens to. Marshall chuckled as well. “ Sone of it though he just wants to hear me say” Andrew!!!!” others he says “ Mom this beat is fire, you gotta listen to it!” “ Mom, listen to these lyrics!” “ Mom, listen to this flow switch, listen to the rhyme scheme.” You shrugged. “ I'm glad he wants to share what he's listening to with me, though, keeps the lines of communication open.” Marshall nods thoughtfully, listening to you talk. You could see the wheels turning in his amazing mind.

“ You divorced, right?” you nodded, waiting for him to continue. He seemed to think like he was measuring his words. “Where their dad at? He in the picture? They get to see him?” You chuckled but it didn't have an humor in it. Marshall cocked his head and waited for you to continue. You thought about what to tell him.

“ Their dad lives in Arizona, before that Virginia, and before that Leavenworth. He was active duty while at Leavenworth, then retired. Did his 20 and got out. When he retired they moved to Virginia where he got a job as a DOD contractor. “ you told Marshall quietly. “ They see him a couple times a year. Andrew talks to him on FaceTime about once a month. Nick doesn’t know his dad or his new family that well.” As you talked , you kept your voice even and calm even though it still pissed you off. You looked at Marshall and saw the upset on his face. He swallowed a few times and you could see he was confused and upset. After a few tries he was able to speak.

“New family?” He asked, his voice controlled.

“ Yeah, he started seeing someone when we were separated, made it serious after we divorced and the when he came back to the states he moved her to Leavenworth with him and they got married. She had a son from a previous marriage. They had a daughter together a few years later even though she wasn’t supposed to be able to get pregnant. Of course this was after they told Andrew they didn’t have room for him when he asked to live with his dad.” You told him, your voice shaking a bit and you took a deep breath.

“ Motherfucker. So he chose a bitch and her kid over his own kids???!!!” He looked incensed at the idea. You bit your lip, and looked down, and nodded. You heard him muttering under his breath “ I see why you called him a fucktard. I just don’t get how a father can not be involved in his kid’s lives or choose one family over the other. That’s fucked up.” He told you after a few minutes, his voice calmer and quieter. You looked up and saw his gazing at you. You still saw anger on his face directed at your ex but in his eyes you saw sympathy. You wanted to get away from the unpleasant topic so quickly changed the subject. Marshall sent you a look that let you know he knew what you were doing but was going to follow your lead, for now, which you were grateful for.

“ So, you box, like for real. How long have you been boxing? How did you get started?” you asked him, intrigued. He smiled a little bit, chuckled, and answered your questions. You laughed as he finished with the story about being beaten by the 14-year-old. He shook his head and watched you laugh.

“Have you ever taught anyone to box?” you asked, curious. He shook his head. “ I tried to teach my girls, but none of ‘em got interested.” he imparted.

“ Yeah, my son used to go to a boxing club back home but stopped, never really said why. I always thought it would neat to learn, just never had the time.”

“ I could teach you, I mean, I can try to teach you, if you want.” he offered.

“ I don't know if I want to subject you to that. I'm incredibly uncoordinated and boxing looks like it requires coordination,” you said self-deprecating. “ Thank you for the offer, though, can I rain check and take you up on it later?” you asked tentatively, raiding you eyes to meet his blue gaze head on. The compassion and understanding in his blue eyes in his blues took your breath away. You realized that you could easily fall for this human being and you needed to protect your heart if you didn't want it broken. He considered you for a few minutes.

“ Raincheck it is. Imma hold you to that. So I know you got good taste in music cause you listen to me.” he said, smirking at you, you chuckled. “ What other artists you listen to?”

“ Oh, buddy, you just opened a flood gate with that question.” you warned him.

“ Hit me. I wanna know. Is it all rap or do you like other types of music?” he asked, curiously, hid gaze intent on you. You weren't used to such attention and part of you blossomed but the other part was waiting for him to put the breaks on and friend-zone you. You took a deep breath and thought for a moment.

“ Imma be honest, I grew up listening to 8 tracks and records on my parents Hi- fi. I grew up with classic country, 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s music. My parents got me a record player for one of my birthdays, one of those that had a tape deck as well? So I grew up listening to all their old records. Then I was a band geek, and a theatre geek. The band guys were into heavy metal band and garage bands so I have an appreciation for that. And I loved early rap, like the 80’s and early ’90s. Loved the Beasty Boys, MC Hammer, and Regulator by Nate Dogg and Warren G. And of course DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. Salt n’ Peppa, Run DMC. Then when I got married my then husband listened to a lot of 80’s hair and and classic rock as well as classical music and some show tunes. I got away from rap because it was too violent and too vulgar and misogynistic. It wasn't fun like the early rap I listened to. Plus my then husband wasn't a fan so that influenced my listening tastes. It wasn't till after I was divorced and my middle son started bumping rap and playing it for me that I got interested in the genre again. Then I became obsessed and devoured everything I could about hip hop and the culture. As you said in “ Kamikaze,” it made me feel strong at one of the weakest points in my life, and the more I listened, the more strength I drew from you and other hip-hop artists the more I sought to understand the culture and why rappers rapped about what they did. That's the beauty of music, it is universal and it’s a way of connecting to others and telling your struggles that others can relate to and maybe gain strength from the fact that someone else is struggling and you aren't alone in this world. That there are others that do understand and its a comfort and a solace.”you told him, gauging his expression. He listened intently and nodded at points, made agreeing noises at others and didn't look surprised by you statements about rap and why you got away from it. He looked a little sad at that but perked up when you talked about your renewed interest in it and watched, intrigued by the passionate way you spoke about this art form and culture that he was in love with so much and that had given so much to him and his family. That he strove to give back to and pay homage to whenever and however he possibly could. He found himself wanting to know more which was an oddity. He was saddened when he saw you look at your watch and start and knew you had to go.

“ You gotta go?” he asked quietly, looking down at his drink

“Yeah, I told my son I’d be back around 10:30,” you told him regretfully, finishing your now very cold cup of coffee. You moved to stand up and return your cup. He stood up as well and grabbed his drink and took yours from you despite your protest. He quickly silenced your protest with a warning look. You smiled at him in thanks. You thanked the cashier and barista and made your way to the door. He helped the for open for you, which you thanked him for. You talked and joked with each others. He walked you to your car. He watched as you unlocked your car and as you quickly checked the back seat before he opened the door and held it.

“ I’d like to see you again. “ he told you seriously. You looked him, confused. He clarified. “ I mean, I know we are going to see each other at the gym, but I'd like to, you know, kinda like take you out.” he got out. You looked up at him and smiled warmly.

“ Yeah?” You asked in wonder. He smiled at that, more certain at your humbleness that he wanted to get to know you more.

“ Yeah, I do.” he breathed, looking at you.

“ I'd like that, too. I kind of like you, Marshall Mathers.” you said sweetly, bashfully, blush on your cheeks as you admitted that to him. He leaned down and brushed a kiss to your cheek and whispered in your ear, his voice husky: “ Yeah? Wanna know sumtin'? I kind of like you too, y/n.” he felt you shiver as his lips brushed across your skin, and he bit back a smile, liking that he could affect you like that. He pulled back and gave you a small smile. You smiled shyly up at him, hardly believing someone like him was interested in someone like you.

“ Good night, Marshall. See you tomorrow night? “ you asked, starting your car, smiling as her engine came to life. He murmured his assent and closed your door. You rolled your window down

“ Sleep tight, sweet dreams, Marshall Bruce Mathers.” you told him, smiling at him.

“ You, too, y/n, you too. Text me when you get home.” he reminded you. You nodded and waved at him as you rolled up your window. He smiled as he caught Tupac’s “ I Ain't Mad Atcha” coming from your speakers before the window closed. He watched as you pulled away then made his way to his vehicle and made his way home.

[calummss]

Baby baby | Marshall Mathers

masterlist

summary: you find out your pregnant and tell marshall

pairing: fem! reader x 90s marshall mathers/eminem

words: 880

Positive

As hard as that slap from reality was, it was the only positive thing in your life. You were young, working a part-time job to finance college. Marshall worked many jobs to provide income but it simply wasn’t enough. You could hardly keep the both of you afloat. And now a baby? Where would that money come from? How would you be able to support yourself?

Your chest tightened as you held the test in your hands, the tremors making it hard to read the letters. Ringing in your ears increased the longer you shut out the world. Picking the skin of your lips leaving you with the taste of copper, you crammed the test into your pocket, stuffing the rest of the trash away and walked to the entrance of your parent’s house, grabbing your coat and boots as well as a hat and scarf to combat the harsh Detroit winter. Walking along the streets that were covered in white frost, baby names inspired by winter popped into your mind. All you could think about was the baby. Every person you encountered: baby. Every leaf: baby. It was all you could think about.

Arriving at the restaurant Marshall was currently working at, you walked past the main entrance towards the back entrance, surrounded by trash bags leaning against trash containers. You banged your fist against the door to be sure you’d be heard, your warm breath colliding with the cold air of Detroit, constant shivers trying to keep you from freezing.

The door opened with a powerful pull, DeShaum standing in front of you with a surprised smile. ‘Y/n, what are you doin’ here?’

‘Em here?’

‘No, hello?’ He crossed his arms, his playfulness obvious.

‘Sorry, Shaun, I’m just really fucking stressed right now and I feel like my heart’s gonna drop out of my ass.’ You rambled barely taking time to breathe. ‘I love you but I need to speak to him right now.’

‘I’ll get him.’ He turned around and walked away with only his voice to be heard, ‘Yo, where’s Slim? His girl’s ‘ere!’

‘Thank you.’ You returned the smile, balling your hands in your coat, your legs colliding together as you took steps to keep you moving and your body warm.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ Marshall arrived at the door with his apron around his neck, puzzled as to why you suddenly showed up at his workplace. ‘Boss said I got 15.’

‘Can we go somewhere more private,’ you glanced around the alley, ‘and somewhere warm.’

‘Yeah of course,’ He pulled you into the building, walking you past the kitchen and staff to a break room that was empty. ‘What’s wrong witchu? You don’t look well. You’re pale and look like your about to throw up.’

You stayed quiet, unable to say anything. Your heart was racing, your mind racing with thoughts so fast you were unable to comprehend most of them. The only thing you could do was cry. You stared at Marshall whose worry protruded from his eyes, eyebrows knitted at his hands were placed on both your shoulders. Tears started to well. You tried biting your lip but it was no use. Tears started to fall.

‘Hey, hey what’s wrong?’ Marshall pulled you into his embrace, holding you so tight you could feel the pressure relieve some tension. ‘Watchu crying about?’

‘I. Don’t know.’ You sniffed, wiping away your tears that never stop. ‘I’m scared,’

‘Scared of what, baby?’

‘Em,’ you glanced at him, taking a second to compose yourself, ‘I’m pregnant.’

‘What?’

‘I’m pregnant. I took the test.’ You gave him the test so he could see for himself.

‘What?’

‘It happens when two people constantly have sex.’

‘I’m not fucking stupid, Y/n,’

‘Sorry,’ you sniffed again, your nose blocked, ‘I’m just on edge. I can’t think straight.’ You tried claiming yourself with a deep breath but ended up shaky as your nerves jumped all over the place.

‘Hey, hey,’ Marshall cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. Puffy lids, wide pupils and doe eyes, ready to surrender to the stress that had been planted on you. ‘We’re gonna figure this shit out okay? If you wanna keep it, we keep it. If not then not.’ He nodded. ‘And if we end up eating pasta with ketchup for years to keep us goin’ and give our baby the things we didn’t have. We will be able to do this shit, okay?’

‘Okay,’ you forced a smile, not fully ready to accept reality. ‘Okay.’

‘You know whatchu gonna do?’

‘No not yet. I—I need time to think.’

‘Y/n, listen to me okay,’ his thumbs rubbed against the apples of your cheeks. ‘You’re gonna go straight home. No staying in the cold. Sit down, make yourself a cup of tea and try to relax okay? I’ma come back as soon as I’m done and then we’re gonna talk this through properly.’

‘Okay,’ quiet sniff. ‘I’ll do that.’

‘Good.’ His face came closer, ‘Stay safe baby.’ He pressed his lips against yours. ‘I’ll see you later.’

Wiping your nose you pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and headed out of the back entrance, passing Proof as his gaze lingered on you. What are you going to do?

[itsmealaiah]

omg can we get an eminem x reader w the reader being a soccer player…

hi! thank you very much for this request, but i'm not entirely sure I could not accomplish this request to your liking, mainly because I cannot see this type of relationship with eminem/ marshall.

I hope you are doing well, and I am very sorry. Love you ❤️

[crazyinluvfix]

MASTERLIST

hey babes x

masterlist for my multi fandom blog, and when i say multi fandom i mean literally anything !!

request in bio and i will deliver. i’m talking music, movies, tv shows, books, you name it i’m there

i’ll write anything within reason ( smut, fluff, angst, etc. )

fics with * will have smut

TEEN WOLF:

STILES STILINSKI -

‘FATAL ATTRACTION’ chapter masterlist

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES -

KLAUS MIKAELSON -

‘DON’T NEED SAVING’

EMINEM -

coming soon…

[hyunjinbiased-blog]

Fandoms that I write for and rules

Fandoms

Stray Kids

Eminem

Yu-Gi-Oh! (Any characters from the original to 5Ds as I haven't seen Zexal or Arc-V)

Z Nation

Attack on titan

The Witcher

Shadow and Bone

Star Wars

Rules

I don't write smut for underage characters, if you want a certain character then it will be set when they're in their 20s

If a gender is not specified in the ask then readers will be gender neutral

Please be patient as I have other commitments irl so I'm not writing 24/7

[madaboutmathers]

Eminem x fem!actress!reader

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Eminem_updates Eminem and famous actress Y/N was spotted leaving a restaurant in New York this afternoon. Is there a romance blossoming?

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shady’slover Ooh, this is interesting!! Since when does he leave Detroit?

madaboutmathers Okay, I wasn’t ready for this..I’m sad...but maybe he’ll be coming out more. Pretty please?? 

marshmallowshady The era of visbility is upon us!! 

“You okay?” He softly whispered into your ear as he placed his arm around your shoulder. Of course, you both had to be spotted but thankfully the crowds weren’t so bad. “Yeah. It’s all good.” You looked up at him and even with his cold, public persona in place; you couldn’t help but fall for him even more.

[mousebetterhavemymoney]

Gangnam Style (Chapter Six)

Content warnings: S-xual Situations, language.

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I was sure this guy was going to forget all about me, but here he is, following me around like a stray puppy. I pulled my arm away with a glare.

"You have a lot of balls." I say with a crinkled nose, looking at him as if he was a nasty roach. "Shouldn't you be running back to Dre or something?" He shrugs in response, looking at me with the ghost of a smirk on his face.

"Who needs Dre when i got myself a date with you?"

I roll my eyes with a sigh. Clearly, this little pest is going nowhere fast.

"...We can walk and talk."

He nods and walks alongside me as i head towards my limo. There is an awkward silence between us: Which isn't surprising, we don't know each other in the slightest. Maybe if i poke at him a little, he'll get lost. After all, he seems like the type to get pissed pretty easily.

"So... a white rapper. That's new. "

He accepts my skepticism with a shrug. "Yeah, I know, a white rapper. Sounds weird. But just because I'm white doesn't mean I can't spit. Race has nothing to do with real talent."

"You have a point." I admit. "I've heard some of your music. It's surprisingly not terrible."

He smirks at my words. "Surprisingly not terrible? I'll take it."

I allow myself a small smile. "Please do."

The guy... whatever his name is. Slim Shady or something (who cares). Takes in deep breath before speaking again.

"Look, I know you probably have your reasons for cutting your ties with the music scene, but I really think that people would love to hear more of your work. You've got a hell of a voice." I arched my eyebrow at his flattery.

"So do a lot of other people. That can't be the only reason your tailing me."

He rolls his eyes and finally cuts through the bull. "F--k it. You got a point. You want the truth? I got a bit of a thing for you. Even if you weren't famous I'd still be chasing your ass."

"Tsk. Get in line, Shady, you aren't the only one."

"Oh, I ain't getting in line. I'm pushing my way to the front."

I stop in my tracks, turning to face him with a skewering look as i placed my hands on my hips.

"Oh? and how do you figure that?" I ask, my voice dripping with distaste. He crosses his arms and meets my gaze without flinching. Impressive. And i must admit, there is something enchanting about those blue eyes of his.

"You haven't told me to piss off just yet. Besides, here we are, all the way to your limo." He moves closer, closing the gap between us, and speaking in a low voice. "Maybe I'll push my way into the limo too."

I look behind me, and realize he's right. We've walked all the way back to my limo already. i consider his proposal.

The guy is here, he's cute, and he won't get lost. I could bed him right now without even trying. Besides... when was the last time i had this much fun?

"Alright Shady." I Open the back door of the limo. "You think you're hot sh_t? Let's see you prove it."

His smirk widens at my words as he gets into the back. "Oh, we goin' somewhere private? I like that. Ignore his smug remark as i crawl in beside him. I can practically hear the smirk in my driver's voice as he adresses us both.

"So, where are you two heading off to on this fine night?"

"Back to my hotel." Shady looks at me in surprise.

Just like that huh? Straight to the point, no playin'. He grins with victory. "I can roll with that."

I pretend not to hear him as i pull him forward for a passionate kiss.

I know it's totally out the left field, but i just won two moonmen.

I think i deserve to have a little fun.

Shady is caught off guard, but he responds in kind to my kiss. He wraps one arm around my waist, and uses the other to caress my back. The kiss becomes more and more intense as the moments pass, the heat and friction building between us. Our bodies fit together perfectly. Finally, he pulls away slightly with a sigh, his head resting against mine.

"See, this is why i can't stay away from you." he murmurs. "You drive me crazy."

"...Shut up."

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I have no idea how long the car ride lasts.

As the limo drives down the streets of New York, we engage in deep and passionate kisses while we explore every inch of each others bodies with our hands. I wish this car ride could last forever, but we both can't wait to be alone as we savor the taste of each others skin.

Before i can reach for his belt, Miguel, my driver, coughs loudly and obviously. The little 개새끼....

"You guys can get out now." He comments with a grin. I don't even bother to glare at him as i hop out of the car. I don't bother to make sure Shady is following me, either. He knows what's about to happen. He quickly catches up with me, pulling me close by my waist, so he can whisper in my ear.

"I think we're gonna have a hell of night."

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Omnipresent POV

The following morning

Marshall groaned as he stretched out his arms. He'd woken up a little while ago, and he was sore as f--k, and totally alone. He really didn't think that letting her be on top would be that big of a deal, but damn, was he regretting it now.

After he got out of the bathroom, he noticed a note stuck in the nightstand.

"Thanks for last night. Had fun. P.S. You need to work on your cardio. -J"

Tsk.

Marshall's phone started ringing, and he dug around through the pile of clothes to grab the phone. It was Dre.

"Em, where you been, man?"

Marshall just groaned. He was still a bit dazed and was just glad to hear a friendly voice on the other end of the line. "I was out with somebody last night man, I don't wanna talk about it, I feel sore as sh*t."

"So that's where you was. Man, I was lookin' for yo' ass all night! We gotta get back to work dawg."

"I know man, I know." He groaned again as the pain in his muscles grew more intense.

Dre laughed. "Man, do you even know where the f**k you are right now?"

Marshall flopped back on the bed.  "Man, I don't even know who I am right now, that girl last night hit me like damn bus."

"Uh, huh. I'll see you later, 'ight?"

"Yeah man, talk to you later."

Marshall rubbed his temples with a sigh. He was sore, alone, and totally lost, but after a night like that?

It was totally worth it.

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A/N

OMG. i'm so proud of this. Thanks so much for reading. I'm going to take a hiatus for a bit (again) to just chill for a bit. I'll probably come back in mid-March.