#marshall mathers fanfic

[calummss]

dating 90s/00s eminem …

masterlist 𓆩♱𓆪

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

[storiesforallfandoms]

one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr;8 mile

word count: 3481

request?: no

description: she’s always been viewed as just “one of the guys” despite having feelings for one of her friends, and now it’s looking likely that she’s going to lose him to the wannabe model

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing, pining

masterlist (one, two, three)

I had known Jimmy and Future since we were a bunch of snot nosed kids causing trouble on the playground in elementary school. Cheddar Bob was next, having followed us around like a lost puppy until we finally adopted him. Iz and Sol joined our little group in high school, and then we were complete.

For as long as I had known the guys, they considered me to be...well, one of the guys. Even after I went through puberty and actually started looking like a girl, I was still just one of the guys. It didn’t bother me for the most part. When you’re a kid, it doesn’t really matter if you’re a boy or a girl. We all played the same, caused trouble the same. But when we hit puberty, I found myself not liking being considered “one of the guys” anymore.

Especially when I realized I had feelings for Jimmy.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a part of the friend group and I couldn’t ask for a better set of friends. What I definitely could ask for, though, was for those friends to recognize I was a woman and treat me as such. Namely, I wished Jimmy would realize that.

One Friday evening, just like every Friday evening, I had just pulled into my driveway and was walking up to my front door when I heard another car pulling up behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Future.

“Get your ass changed, we’re going out!” he called.

“Future, I just got home,” I said.

“So?”

“So maybe I don’t want to go out with you chuckle fucks after I just worked an eight hour shift.”

“We both know that’s not the truth.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. He was right, I did want to go out. We went out every Friday night. It was a group tradition at this point. If I was seriously turning it down, there’d have to be something wrong with me.

“Give me 10 minutes,” I told Future before slipping into my house to change.

I was in and out in less time than I told him. I just changed out of my work clothes and into jeans and a t-shirt, and was ready to go again. I got into the passenger seat of Future’s car and he didn’t even wait for me to buckle myself in before he was backing out of my driveway and driving off to get the others.

“I fear for my life every time I get in the car with you,” I joked as I managed to buckle my seatbelt.

“Well, lucky for you, Jimmy agreed to drive tonight. His car can hold more people anyways.”

“Who else is going with us?”

“Just the usual.”

I looked over at Future in confusion. His tone definitely made me think there was someone else coming along for the night, but it seemed he wasn’t going to tell me. I couldn’t figure out who could possibly be joining us that Future wouldn’t want to tell me about beforehand.

We pulled into the trailer park and parked next to Jimmy’s car. Jimmy was exiting his trailer before we were even out of the car, as usual. Jimmy was usually waiting for us to show up and would be itching to leave his mom’s place as soon as he could. Jimmy gave Future one of their high five hugs, and patted me on the shoulder. It was just a step up from me also getting a high five hug, but not by much.

We got into Jimmy’s car, all three of us in the front. We started for Iz and Sol first, then Cheddar Bob. Once the car was full it was nothing but noise as each of the guys was talking over one another with Jimmy’s radio blaring as extra noise.

“How was work, by the way?” Jimmy asked me over the current argument between Future and Sol.

“Same bullshit as always,” I responded.

“I guess we should be lucky you even agreed to come out with us after working all day, meanwhile all we do is sit on our asses like a bunch of bums.”

I playfully nudged his shoulder. “Hey, you work, too.”

“I wouldn’t consider the Stamping work.”

I chuckled. I noticed then that we weren’t headed for the club. “Where are we going?”

“To pick up Alex.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I looked over at Future. I couldn’t tell if he was actually deep in conversation with Iz or if he was just ignoring me. So this was who was joining us that he didn’t want to tell me about.

Alex.

She was a girl Jimmy had met at his work. She was a model apparently, or was trying to be one. Jimmy didn’t talk about her much, but the other guys didn’t waste a single moment in teasing him about her. It didn’t take a genius to realize he liked her.

Alex was waiting as Jimmy pulled up. She was wearing her usual mini skirt so short that you could basically see everything whenever she moved. It made me feel very self conscious about my choice in jeans.

Future opened the door and got out.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. I already knew the answer and hoped he’d see the look of begging on my face.

“I’ll get in the back with the idiots,” he said. “I’d assume Alex will be more comfortable pressed up against you instead of Sol.”

“Yo, fuck you!” Sol snapped.

I hoped my clenched jaw would go unnoticed as Alex slid into the seat next to me. Her eyes immediately went to Jimmy and they shared a smile that made me wish I could throw myself from the moving car.

We got to the club and piled into our usual table while Future got the first round of shots. Cheddar Bob and Iz were sat on one end, I was in the middle, Jimmy and Alex were sat next to me, and Sol had pulled up a chair. When Future returned, he slid in next to Cheddar Bob. The table chorused with cheers as we held up our shots then shot them back.

I tried to play it cool, but having to sit next to Alex and Jimmy while they were flirting up a storm was making me more tense by the minute. When Sol offered to get the next round of drinks, I jumped to give him the money to buy me two of the strongest drinks he could for me. I downed the first one quickly, but took my time with the second. It didn’t take long for the shot and the first drink to kick in. My head was spinning and I felt care free and light as air.

At some point, when the drinks had hit me hard enough, I shoved against Iz’s shoulder and said (or rather slurred), “Hey, can you guys move? I gotta pee.”

“Yo, go the other way,” Future said. “There’s three of us here and only two on your other side.”

“You’re gonna break the dam this early in the night?” Sol asked. “You may as well sit on the end when you come out. You’ll be back and forth for the next few hours.”

“Look, I don’t care who moves and I don’t care where I sit when I come back, I just have to pee now.”

“Here, we’ll move,” Jimmy said.

He and Alex moved out of the booth and allowed me to get out. When I stood, I realized just how drunk I already was as I almost immediately lost my balance. I felt someone grab hold of me as the rest of the table chorused in laughter at my drunkenness. When I looked up, it was Jimmy that had taken hold of me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m getting you water when you come back,” he said. “And you gotta pace yourself.”

“You’re always looking out for me,” I said. “You’re such a good friend.”

I put emphasis on the friend for my own benefit, but there was also some level of petty in the word. A reminder for both of us that that was the only way he saw me: as a friend. One of the guys that he went out drinking with every weekend, that he smoked with in the basement of someone’s house, that he ran around Detroit with causing mayhem since we were tykes.

I saw a look flash across his face that I couldn’t quite decipher, but I assumed I was just seeing things in my drunken haze.

I managed to make it to the bathroom on my own without incident. Once I was safely inside of a stall, I was able to sit down again. I almost didn’t want to get up and go back out to the table. Sitting was safe. The world didn’t spin when I was sat down. But I also couldn’t be sat on the toilet in a club bathroom all night either. I knew Sol was right about me going back and forth to the bathroom now that I had broken the dam, but if I put enough time between this bathroom visit and the next, maybe the spinning wouldn’t be as bad by then.

When I stepped out of the stall to wash my hands, I jumped to see that someone was waiting there.

Alex.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said.

I waved away her apology. “It’s fine. I just didn’t hear anyone else come in.”

I stepped around her to wash my hands. She turned to face me as I did. “Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Is there anything going on between you and Jimmy?”

The question took me by surprise. Why would she think there was anything between us? In all the time that Jimmy had known Alex, I had only met her once before after the lot of us had run into her at a house party. I remembered Jimmy only having eyes for her that night, too. There was no reason I could even fathom that she would believe Jimmy and I had a thing going on when he was so clearly into her.

“No,” I said. “He’s my best friend. Has been since we were kids.”

“And that’s it? Just friendship?”

“Yeah. What’s this about?”

She sighed. “I really like Jimmy, and I thought he liked me, too. But he’s never really asked me out or anything yet. I didn’t know if maybe you two had a thing going on and I read the whole situation wrong. I’ve known far too many guys who claim to be just friends with a girl and turns out they’re actually fucking around.”

Trust me, I wish that’s what was going on here.

Against my better judgement, I put my hands on Alex’s shoulders and said, “If you really like Jimmy and you want things to be more serious, maybe you should make the first move.”

She looked as though she had never even considered that option. “You think so? That won’t seem too...direct?”

“Who gives a shit? Why do men always have to be the ones to make the first move? Most of them are fucking idiots anyways and wouldn’t know if a girl liked them even if she was telling him to his face.” Alex chuckled. “If you want him, go get him.”

She nodded. I was taken by surprise when she suddenly pulled me into a hug. I reluctantly patted her on the back and tried to put the best smile I could muster on my face.

“You’re the best,” she said. “I think we’re going to be great friends.”

I bit my tongue as she hurried out the bathroom door.

That interaction was enough to sober me up more than I wanted. I could feel myself tearing up, but tried to fight it back. I turned to lean against the sink and looked up at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice everything that Alex had that I didn’t: gorgeous face, sexy voice, body of a model. I couldn’t even dream of leaving the house in a skirt as short as hers without feeling completely embarrassed and exposed. Of course Jimmy would like her, and of course he was going to say yes when she asked him to go out with her.

I hung my head as the tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my face into the sink. I prayed no one would come into the bathroom and find me here crying, and luckily someone was looking out for me because no one did. Once I felt like I had cried myself dry, I quickly splashed my face with cold water and tried to pretend everything was alright. I figured everyone was going to question where I had been for so long, but I didn’t feel like coming up with a fake answer to tell them. If I told them to fuck off, they wouldn’t pry.

My steps faltered a little when I exited the bathroom and saw that Alex and Jimmy were missing from the table. I was tempted to go right to the bar and get another drink, but I pushed through and went back to my group of friends.

“Hey, you good?” Future asked as I sat down in the booth.

“Yeah, just sobered up a little,” I responded. “Where did Jimmy and Alex go?”

“Alex asked to talk to him in private,” Cheddar Bob responded. “But that was a while ago, so who knows where they are now.”

I noticed both Future and Iz elbow him, causing him to spill some of his drink on himself. I didn’t care to imagine where Jimmy had taken Alex after she asked him out. I didn’t need to have that image burned in my mind for the rest of the night.

Everyone went back to their conversations, but I found myself not paying any attention to them. I kept glancing around the club, expecting to see Jimmy and Alex tucked away in a private corner, sucking face as if they were trying to blend into one person. Or maybe they’d be on the dance floor, practically dry humping in front of everyone. I didn’t think Jimmy was one to dance, but Alex had enough allure that she could’ve probably convinced him. But I didn’t see them, and that almost made it all worse.

Eventually I stood from the table suddenly, bringing everyone’s attention to me. “I need some air.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Cheddar Bob asked.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I said. I turned and quickly made for the exit.

Once I was outside, I breathed in the cool night air. It filled my lungs, but it didn’t seem to help soothe me at all.

“You alright?”

“Jesus!” I hissed as I turned towards the voice. It was Jimmy, leaning up against the club. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Free country,” he said with a shrug. “Are you good?”

“Just needed air. It felt very stuffy inside.”

I walked over to stand next to him. The rough brick wall dug into my back through my t-shirt. It was cool out, but not enough to make me feel like I needed a jacket or anything. I was standing so close to Jimmy that I could feel the heat coming from his body anyways.

“Where’s Alex?” I asked. “The guys said you two went off to talk in private.”

“She left,” he responded.

I looked at him in shock. “What? And went where?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Home, I guess?”

“Don’t you think you should’ve driven her? It’s not exactly the safest for her to be walking alone at night.”

“I offered, but she turned it down. Said she didn’t wanna see me ever again.”

I’ve definitely missed a lot of things here. “What happened?”

Jimmy sighed. “Well, she got up and went to the bathroom after you, said something about wanting to make sure you were okay where you were so drunk. Then when she came back she asked me if we could talk in private. She brought me outside and told me how she had been waiting for me to ask her out properly since we first met and she was tired of waiting, so she made the first move to ask me if I wanted to go on an official date with her.”

“And you said...”

He looked at me for a second before responding, “No. Obviously.”

Well, yeah, it was obvious that he said no. But what wasn’t obvious was why he had said no.

“I thought you were into her,” I said.

He laughed. “Who told you that?”

I shrugged. “The guys seemed convinced you were.”

“The guys don’t know shit about shit. They just like talking a big game and making fun of each other.” I just looked at him, waiting to see if there was any more he had to say. He looked at me then away again. “No, I’m not into her. She’s beautiful, yes, but I don’t see her that way.”

“Wait, so if you don’t see her like that, then why did you invite her tonight?”

“I didn’t. She was at the Stamping today and asked if she could come along. I guess this was her plan.”

Well, it wasn’t her plan until I told her to go after Jimmy, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

I felt like everything had just been flipped upside down. I was so sure that Jimmy had been reciprocating Alex’s feelings. It seemed like that anyways. Or maybe it seemed like that because I was making it seem that way. I was projecting something onto the two of them that wasn’t really there, I guess because of my jealousy?

“Sucks that she didn’t handle the rejection well,” I said.

“It wasn’t the rejection, it was the reason I rejected her.”

My brows furrowed together. “The reason being...you didn’t like her like that?”

“No. Well...yes. Kind of.”

“You know, for a man who can freestyle, you’re god awful with your words right now.”

He laughed and lightly nudged me with his shoulder. “It was the reason I said I don’t have feelings for her. I told her that I don’t like her because I like someone else and she didn’t handle that very well.”

I could feel my stomach turning to knots again. “Oh? Didn’t like the competition?”

“No, she said something along the lines of she should’ve trusted her gut, and that all guys who hang out with girls end up fucking them in the end.”

It took a second for what he said to register in my brain. When it did, I thought back to Alex talking to me in the bathroom and asking me if there was anything going on between Jimmy and I because she knew of too many guys who were friends with girls who they were actually fucking. Then, I put the pieces together in my head.

When I turned to look at Jimmy again, he was already watching me, waiting for me to come to the conclusion. “Me?!”

“Jesus, that took you long enough.”

“What do you mean that took me long enough?! Why the fuck haven’t you told me?!”

“Because you’re my best friend! We’ve known each other since kindergarten. If I told you I liked you and you didn’t like me back, that would fuck everything up between us and within the friend group. I would rather feel this way in silence than risk losing you as a friend.”

“If you had told me I would’ve told your dumbass that I like you, too, and I have since high school.”

“Wait...for real?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, for real!”

We both stood in silence. We shared a look, and then a smile broke out on Jimmy’s face. I couldn’t help but mirror it, and soon we were both laughing. With the absurdity of the situation, we couldn’t not laugh.

“We’re both dumbasses,” I said between fits of laughter.

“I guess so,” Jimmy agreed. “That brings up the question, though, of where do we go from here?”

“Well, I think we try a date, just the two of us and not those other idiots in there, and we see how things progress from there.”

He smiled. “Okay, I like that idea.”

“And we promise that if things don’t work out, we stay friends.”

“And we don’t tell the guys about any of this.”

I laughed. “Okay deal.”

[shaylixie]

Never Too Much

Word count: 3217

Genre: Angst. Smut. Fluff.

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

Requested: No.

Summary: Upon finding out that Marshall thinks you're too clingy, you decide to distance yourself.

Warnings / Contains: Smut; language; unprotected sex; possessiveness. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Enjoy & feel free to give feedback! ♡

You stir from your spot on the empty couch, pawing around sleepily for Marshall. It was just after noon. You had cuddled up to Marshall after breakfast, wanting to spend some time together, but you've been exhausted lately and accidentally fell asleep on top of him. Just as you lift yourself up, about to call out for him, you hear him talking to someone in the other room.

"I don't know, man. I mean, obviously she's my girl and shit. But she can get a bit much, you know what I'm saying? Like it ain't always a problem but sometimes I got shit to do and she gets clingy. It's annoying."

A pause. You strain your ears to listen, realising he's on the phone with someone. Your heart drops to your stomach, suddenly feeling sick.

"Yeah, man," he continues. "I just don't wanna hurt her, you feel me? I love her and I know she's gonna feel hurt if I say that shit. She might take it to heart."

He's right. It's bad enough that he feels this way about you, but to hide it and then tell someone else? You feel ashamed and embarrassed; the hurt swelling up inside you the same way tears do in your eyes.

When Marshall walks back into the living room, he finds you gone from the couch. He doesn't think anything of it and walks upstairs to see where you've disappeared to. When he sees the bathroom door closed and hears the shower on, he goes back downstairs and settles on the couch, watching TV.

You take your time in the shower, mostly just standing under the running water. Normally, you'd feel bad for wasting so much. But today, you already feel bad, the tears staining your cheeks evidence enough. You figure that Marshall didn't intend for you to hear, and he definitely didn't intend to hurt you, but you were hurt anyway. Neither you nor him could dispute that. When your thoughts start running rampant, you tune into the sound of the falling water instead and reach for your face wash.

*

At the sight of you coming downstairs, Marshall gets up from his place on the couch.

"Hey." He nods at the keys in your hand. "Where you going?"

"Uhm." You try to act as normal as possible, not wanting him to know that you heard him earlier. "With Jessie. We're going out for a bit."

It wasn't a lie. You texted Jessie to ask if she's free, and she responded almost immediately with [ come over <3 ].

He puts his hands in his pockets and nods. "Aight. I need to get in the studio for a bit anyway...the one here. So I'll be here when you get home. I might still be busy, but I'll try not to be too long."

"Okay. I might be a bit late so you don't have to stay up."

He frowns then. "Aight..."

He moves in to kiss you on the forehead and you smile at him, a bit forced. Then you walk out to your car and go on your way.

*

After a handful of hours, you and Jessie stumble into her place, laughing about something that's probably not even that funny. She has tears in her eyes and your stomach starts aching, and all you can think about is how you're both this stupid even when you're sober. It makes you laugh harder for some reason. You don't feel your phone vibrating in your pocket for the 4th time. You don't realise how dark it is outside. When you plop onto her couch and she drops her head on your shoulder, the two of you still giggling, your fingers reach for your phone. Three texts and 1 missed call from Marshall. All sent a few hours apart:

[ Hey babe. Just finished up in the studio. Hope ur having a good time. Say hi 2 Jessie 4 me. ]

[ It's getting late. R u ok? Need me 2 pick u up? ]

[ Getting worried about u. Let me know when ur coming home.. Miss u. ]

You look at the texts and feel the giddiness subside.

Jessie notices and quickly asks, "Is he upset that you're still here?"

Her question draws your attention away from the texts. "Hmm? Oh, no. He's not like that. If anything, he's happy that I'm spending time with someone I care about. He'd never control me like that or force me to come home or whatever. I think he's just worried because I never stay out this late without letting him know I'm alright." You pause. "I don't know...I just can't help but think about what he said earlier, you know?"

"I know," she replies. "He really does love you, huh. Funny how he said you were clingy and now he's the one wanting you to come home so bad. I bet he regrets it."

"He doesn't know I heard," you counter.

"He doesn't have to. You can always stay here if you want. It'll be fun. Or go have some make up sex...that might be fun too." She winks enthusiastically and then giggles.

You can't help but to giggle yourself. "Lemme phone him real quick and tell him I'm okay. Thanks, Jess." You squeeze her hand and she gets up to make some drinks.

The call connects immediately.

"Hey. You good?" he asks.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm good...I just got back to Jessie's. Sorry I didn't message you back. I didn't check my phone since I left."

"It's aight. As long as you're good. You sure you okay? Need me to come fetch you?"

"I'm okay. And you don't have to, it's alright. I might...uhm...stay here. With Jessie."

A pause. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Maybe. I don't know. I'll see."

"Yo, I can pick you up if you want. It really ain't a problem, babe."

"No no, it's alright. I drove here, remember? Plus, I don't drink..."

"I know. If you wanna stay, you should stay. But if you wanna come home...that's cool too." He doesn't say anything for a second. "I miss you."

"It's only been a few hours," you say, even though you miss him too. "I think I'm gonna stay here. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aight. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

You hang up, wishing you were in bed with him despite what you said. Jessie walks in then, 2 drinks in hand, and you decide to watch an episode of the series you've been watching together. Afterwards, you bid her goodnight with a big hug and get in the car, making your way back home.

*

Marshall is fast asleep when he feels the mattress dipping beside him. He wakes with a start, and then relaxes when he sees it's you.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Jess," he asks, still half asleep.

"I was going to. But I decided to come home."

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. "I'm glad. I missed you today."

He kisses your shoulder to show you just how much, and trails his kisses to your jaw. When you subconsciously tilt your head up to allow him more access to your neck, he suddenly wakes up fully and starts leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. When you let out a heavy breath, Marshall presses into you from behind, allowing you to feel how much he wants you. You want him just as bad as you turn your head to capture his lips, but before they can connect, you pull back. You hate it, but you feel the need to keep some distance, even now.

"Hey. Look. I'm really tired. Goodnight, Marshall." You turn over and close your eyes.

He frowns then, realising that something must be wrong. But you do seem tired, and he can't figure out what happened just yet. So he settles for kissing you softly on your temple and reluctantly removing his hand from your waist. He turns over, but he doesn't quite find sleep again.

*

It's still dark outside when you feel Marshall gently nudging you awake. The only indication of the time is the soft chirping of the birds outside, warming up for the day. You groan and turn over. You must've only gotten about 2 hours of sleep, if that.

"Hey. I'm sorry for waking you up but...I need to talk to you. Please."

Those words have you perking up immediately, although still extremely sleepy.

"Mhm?"

"Are you okay? And don't say yes, because I know you ain't. I haven't been able to sleep since you got back...I just...I need you to tell me what happened."

You close your eyes again, wishing this could wait until tomorrow.

"Y/n, please."

Your eyes open at his plea, and you look at him properly for the first time in a while. You sigh.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks.

Your eyes tear up at that, and you try your best to blink them away.

"I'm just trying to give you the distance that you want, Marshall." Your extra soft voice goes straight to his heart.

"Wait, what?" he asks. He has a sneaking suspicion that his fear was just confirmed, and that you did overhear the call. But still, he waits for you to answer.

You take a deep breath, but it doesn't stop your lip from quivering. You confess, "I heard you. Earlier. On the call." You sniff. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was so...I'm sorry." The tears come then.

"Shit, no no no no no. Baby. Fuck. I didn't mean it like that, I swear." He scoops you up in his arms and pulls you in tight. "Y/n, I really didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I know what I said, but I also realise how much I love your clinginess. Having you so far away from me...it fucking sucks. Look, sometimes I do have shit to do, but I should just communicate it, you know what I'm saying? That's on me. But I do miss you when you're not around. A fuck load. And I just sit here wanting to be with you. If anything, I'm fucking clingy too."

You don't say anything, just nod slightly against him in acknowledgement.

"I'm sorry, babe." He plants a kiss against your head. "I'm sorry. I'll do better. I promise."

"Me too. I'm sorry," you whisper.

He wipes your wet cheeks and strokes your face. "Let me make it up to you?"

You look up at him, and then nod.

"Tell me what you want, babe. Anything."

You think about it for a second, and then bite your lip before giving your response. "I want you to cum inside of me."

Marshall's breathing shifts. "Yeah?"

"And then I want you to cuddle the fuck out of me and let me sleep. Please."

He laughs at that, and you smile back. "Whatever you want, y/n."

Before you know it, the welcoming weight of Marshall's body is on top of yours and your lips meet. It's a sweet, warm kiss. An "I'm sorry" kiss. An "I can't get enough of you even if I try to" kiss. His tongue slips past your lips and dances with your own, taking his time to taste you. He kisses you fully and slowly and passionately and you moan into his mouth. His fingers cascade down your body; from your jaw, to your breast and over your nipple, to your stomach, and lower. When his fingers dip between your legs to discover how slick you are, he groans into your mouth and moves to your clit. You gasp when his finger starts rubbing your bud and he uses that as an opportunity to move his hot kisses to your neck. You feel his tongue against you, marking you, and then he moves to gently tug your lip between his teeth and suck. He picks up the pace on your clit and then stops abruptly, making you whine.

"I need to fuck you. Now." His tone leaves no room to argue.

You allow him to strip you bare underneath him, and then he does the same. His huge, thick length stands at attention against his stomach and he presses your bodies together, allowing his hard cock to rest against your body. He kisses you hungrily this time, and then gathers your wetness on his tip by rubbing it through your folds. Then, without warning, he slides into you completely until he bottoms out. You moan at the sudden fullness and he gives you time to adjust, all the while peppering your face with kisses. When you start shifting your hips, he takes that as his cue to fuck you silly. He finds a quick, intense pace that has you stumbling over your moans and stuttering everytime you try to speak. The feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls and destroying that delicious sweet spot has you reduced to curse words and tears forming in your eyes. His pelvis brushing against your clit heightens the pleasure and you run your nails down his back, leaving marks. He hisses at the stinging sensation and then takes your tongue in his mouth, his thumb wiping the tear that rolled down your cheek. When he pulls back to look at your face, he smiles at your cock-drunk expression. You barely notice over the feel of his cock slamming into you and his hand wrapped around your throat. You move one hand into his hair and pull his face towards you, your tongue sloppily entertaining his. Suddenly, you feel that overwhelming urge to let go, and if you could form coherent words, you'd tell Marshall. But he knows your body better than his own discography, and so he takes your hand in his and lifts it over your head, wanting that intimacy while you cum.

"Cum for me, y/n," he commands.

He takes you over the edge with that and you arch your back into him, your head falling to the side. Marshall listens to you curse and moan and come undone beneath him, and he follows suit. He bottoms out again before spilling his thick, white seed into you over and over again. When he's too weak to hold himself up, he falls, slightly crushing you. You don't mind.

You've just caught your breath when you push at Marshall's shoulders.

"Get up."

"Hmm?" he hums into your neck.

"Up. C'mon."

He pulls out of you and gets up quickly, thinking you're still upset with him. You motion for him to sit on his side of the bed, and he does. You crawl between his legs and take his soft cock into your hands, making sure to lick his leaking slit. He shudders. When you pump your fist up and down his hardening cock, he grips the bedsheets. As soon as he's fully hard again and his cock is standing up waiting for you, you straddle his lap and push down onto his tip only.

"Fuuuuuuck. Y/n..." he groans.

"Yes, baby?" you ask breathily.

He pushes you down onto him, and tilts his hips upwards so that you take all of him.

"Nothing," he smirks.

You bite his neck in response and he curses, thrusting into you just once. Your turn to curse. He rests his forehead against yours.

"My turn to fuck you dumb," you say.

You kiss him on his forehead.

"If you can," he challenges.

He's about to say something else when you start bouncing on his lap, and you giggle victoriously as you watch his thoughts leave him. He throws his head back and furrows his eyebrows in pleasure, his mouth slightly open and his hands gripping your hips. At the sight of your breasts bouncing in front of him, he lunges forward and takes one in his mouth. He sucks you and swirls his tongue around your nipple and nibbles you, making you yelp, only to suck you again. He moves onto your other breast and does the same, then pulls back to moan praises.

"Fuck...yo-you're doing so good, baby. Just...fuck, yes...just like that. You're such a...good fucking girl." He struggles to speak.

"Whose good fucking girl am I, Marshall?"

"Mine, fuck. Stupid ass...question."

You slow your movements to a painful pace, staring him in the eye.

"Wait shit no fuck I'm sorry! You're mine. You're mine, y/n. It wasn't a stupid question, you belong to me and me only-"

Before he can say anything more, you continue fucking him and he rolls his head back again, weakened by your movements. You spell his name out with your hips, M-A-R-S-H-A-L-L, rolling out each letter and he almost loses it. You can feel yourself growing weaker and slower as you near your sweet release. Marshall grips your thighs and supports you as you cum on his cock and shout his name to the heavens. You feel limp but you try your best to keep fucking him, and Marshall compensates by thrusting up into you himself.

"Almost there, babe. Almost...you did so fucking good. So so good, baby."

He finds his release soon after and slams up into you, emptying himself out into that pretty little pussy that he loves so much.

You stay like that for a while, savouring the feel of Marshall's cock deep inside you. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling weak to the core. He holds you up against him, not being able to speak himself. You start to fall asleep again, but Marshall shifts beneath you and you sit up.

"Hey," he whispers while stroking your face. "You really outdid yourself, baby...damn. Lemme clean you up, aight?"

"Mhm."

You lift yourself off of him and feel him slip out, already missing the fullness that only he provides. He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, spending a few minutes there before coming back with a wet cloth. He cleans you up and then disappears again. When he comes back, he slips in beside you and pulls you into his chest. You bury your head in his neck and breathe him in, his scent comforting and...right. You feel him kiss your head, and then he lifts your hand to his lips and brushes a kiss there too.

"You know I can't get enough of you, right? Even if I try?" he asks.

"You tried?"

"Nah. I know there's no point. I'm in too deep."

"Is that a reference to your affair song?" you ask lightheartedly.

He laughs, about to deny it, when you say, "Just kidding. You know I love that song."

"Yeah. Maybe a bit too much?" he teases.

"Nah, Never Enough." You giggle at the second reference to his music, and you feel him doing the same.

"Seriously though. I really am sorry. You have no idea how much you mean to me...and you could never be too much. Ever. I love you way too fucking much. You know that, right?"

You nuzzle him with your nose. "I love you too, Marshall. Always."

When you snuggle into him more, he returns it. You kiss his chest and trace a heart on it with your finger. He kisses that same finger back. You can't help but to smile into him, drifting away on that happy thought, with Marshall rubbing your back lovingly.

[soulc-hilde]

Game Shakers / Ch. 1

Pairing: Eminem x Black!Fem!OC [King]

Warning(s): Cursing, drug abuse, racial discrimination, sexual assault

Summary: 2000s seemed to be quite the highlight between the fashion and the rise of pop culture. Seemingly the new faces of shock value, rapper Marshall Mathers and rockstar King Woods seem to find a common ground amongst the unnecessary bullshit.

2019 - Interview

"I understand that you're not the type to talk about your personal life, especially your relationship. If you could, how would you describe meeting your wife and her band?"

Marshall bites his lip in thought for a moment. He nods, agreeing with the idea, "meeting her? It was funny as hell. What I thought about her and the girls? They're hardcore, even to this day."

1999 - Vans Warped Tour

Fame was a peculiar bitch and for some odd reason, she continued to bless King and the girls. One of the greatest gifts they received was the privilege to be a part of the infamous pop-punk music festival, Vans Warped Tour. 

Following a lineup of bands who were as new as them while others were considered veterans in the industry. Not to forget, there were even a couple of non-alternative artists joining the fun. 

Playing the main stage, their hit song 'Down with the Sickness' received great reception as the crowd beautifully replicated King's belches. If there was one thing that made the girls wanna break face on stage was the obvious diversity in the crowd that screamed for them.

The amount of women, especially ones who resembled King and Tink. It was clear that the band's presence in the genre was creating a positive change that only a handful of minority artists tried to achieve. Reaching the end of their stage, they played 'You Spin Me Round'.

As usual the girls explored outside of their marked spots, interacting with the fans. King would let the crowd scream the lyrics into the mic with a smile, Harley erratically swung her head until she was dizzy, Maliyah was strumming from the top of the stereos while security watched with intensity, Iris was spraying the crowd and crew with water, and Tink was crowd surfing with the confetti filled balls. 

Unbeknownst to them, a nearly petrified Marshall watched from the side of the stage where he was guided to wait for his moment to walk on stage. Beside him stood Deshaun, who couldn't hold back his laugh. 

"Well shit, Doody," the taller man smiles. "How the hell are we gonna beat that? I ain't never seen some shit like that before."

Marshall shakes his head, "I feel sick." He tries to run off only to be stopped by his best friend. Deshaun shakes his head, "no, the fuck you're not. Come on, man, we've been waiting for this. You ain't that kid who'd choke up anymore, you're the shit, Doody."

Their eyes catch sight of the sweat drenched woman come off stage, however, King was sporting an open wound on her eyebrow as dots of blood decorate her eye. Despite the obvious mix of worry and confusion on her members' faces, the leader walked with a grin.

As they went to walk past Marshall and Deshaun, the blond couldn't help his curiosity. "Aye," he calls out, "are you okay?" 

The girls turn to look at him, just now realizing he was there. King nods, "yeah. If anything, this just a regular day for us." 

"You bleed on a regular?" Marshall raises an eyebrow. King laughs, "not so much that. I'm really clumsy and the hardcore scene doesn't make it any better."

Deshaun joins in, "we just saw. That was one hell of a show y'all put on, never seen some shit like that." Maliyah cheeses, "just you wait, getting caught up with the crowd is a lot easier than it seems."

Iris leans over King's shoulder, "are y'all new here? I don't think I've seen your faces before." Her Canadian accent was clear and thicker than a Snickers.

"Yeah, I'm Eminem, but you can call me Marshall and this is my hype man, Proof. We're rappers," the bleach blond introduces, gnawing on a piece of gum.

Tink raises an eyebrow, "oh so y'all some new, new faces." Marshall shrugs, "somethin' like that." Deshaun waves him off, "don't mind him, y'all. He gets a little on the fence when speaking about rapping, white boy and all."

"Why? You don't gotta act all like that," King shakes her head. "If there's anyone who really understands, it's us. Despite the bullshit you get for being white, man, go ahead and shove your foot up their asses."

Before Marshall could respond, a small smile peaking across his face, a yell interrupts them. "King?! Girls?! What the fucking Hell?" 

They all turn around to see a tall, bodybuilder like man runs over the group. At first, Marshall tenses, impulsively judging him to be King's boyfriend. 

Harley pulls a 'whoopsie' expression, "let's go to the principal office, kids." King laughs, explaining to the boys, "that's Theo, he's our manager/big brother. He's only 34, but we've caused all his hair to fall out in a matter of three months."

Marshall snorts, quickly looking away. In the meantime, the group of five walk over to the stressed out Theo in hopes of deescalating his heartbeat. Deshaun pulls Marshall to the stage after a technician gestures for them. 

"Let's go, Doody," he smirks. "We can find the hottie with the tats later." 

2019 - Interview

"Wait, cause I remember that day, too," King laughs. "The first time I met The Eminem, I nearly scared the shit out of him."

The interviewer laughs, clapping his hands. "So, the late 90s-early 2000s was the peak era for both of your careers. How did you guys socialize being a part of two different genres, different entourages?"

King rubs the palm of her hands, "well... that's a good question cause we've both had a lot going on at the time. For the remaining of the Warped Tour, we hung out, but afterwards, we relied on calling each other."

"Wasn't he also with Kim at this point, as well? How did you take the idea of him being taken?" 

"Yes, they were together. I believe, that was the first time that they got married," King nods. "However, at the time, I never really cared or saw him in a romantic or sexual way."

"Really? Why?"

She shrugs, "it's simple, really. As the girls and I were starting our career in a vulnerable spot, we were more focused on trying to appease the public and our fans than we were trying to build a social life in the industry."

"Like, Iris and Tink had their sweethearts riding hard for them whereas Maliyah was stressing over the well-being of her family, and Harley and I were just focused on being the best we could be."

"And by 'vulnerable spot' in your career, what do you mean by that?"

King raises her hand, showing off the tatted backside, "Tink and I are black, Maliyah's Mexican with indigenous roots, Harley is mixed with Vietnamese and it shows in her features, and Iris is a woman pursuing a career in alternative metal."

She continues, "despite how open the alternative culture is supposed to be, it is very white male dominated and we were taking a risk at pursuing our dreams. Hell, our record label was taking a huge fucking risk with us."

1999 - MTV VMAs

It just seemed as if gifts just keep giving this year. The girls were nominated for a few awards and given an opportunity to perform on the VMA stage. 

Working with an amazing, family-like team, the girls had faith in being styled as a group without looking uncoordinated. King was dressed in a black, lace corset that stopped at her midriff paired with skinny, ripped black jeans, black leather fur-lined trench coat and matching buckled platform boots.

Maliyah was in a long, tight dramatic mermaid dress with a trail that was lined with black fur. The right side consisted of a slit that showed off her thick, platform heels designed with lunar and solar gold markings. Tink was in a one shoulder laced corset with black skinny jeans and heeled boots.

Harley dawned a simple black tank with a leather fur-lined trench that dusted the back of her knees paired with black denim bellbottoms and pointed heeled boots. Iris wore a black lace bodice silk gown that ended at her knees paired with furry sandal heels.

Posing for the paparazzi, they each posed accordingly. King and Harley simply stared down the lens while Iris and Tink grinned like the perfect celebrities and Maliyah showed off a smirk. Moving on, a journalist calls the girls over in hopes for an interview.

"Hello, girls," the woman smiles over her mic. "You all look so beautiful, today. What's the inspiration and who's responsible?" 

Maliyah answers, "we simply just went off of who we are and what fits. Now, who's responsible will have to be our amazing team known as Hoodwinkle. They just really know how to balance alternative looks with street looks."

"Well, you ladies look amazing," the reporter nods. "So, I just wanted you a couple of questions, if you don't mind. First one, how are you feeling tonight since you're nominated in four categories?"

Harley shrugs, "we wanna feel confident, but in reality, we're practically shitting our pants." The others nod, laughing. Iris adds, "I can't lie, I don't think any of us prepared a speech just in case."

King waves her off, "at least it'll be authentic if we win." The reporter laughs, nodding, "true. Next one, are there any artists that you've been waiting to see?"

Tink claps her hands, "Ms. Lauryn Hill." The girls nod in agreement. King adds on, "Smash Mouth. Our boys, Blink-182. Who else?" Iris chimes in, "and TLC."

Harley snaps her fingers, accidentally snagging King's nose ring. "Oh, my bad," she laughs at the playful side-eye. "Isn't there a newbie performing tonight? His name sounds like some damn skittles or some."

"Eminem?" The reporter asks. The drummer nods, "yeah. We met the kid a couple months back during Warped Tour, he's cool as hell." 

King and the others nod in excitement. "Oh, yeah," the leader laughs. "Add his tiny ass to the list, that's our boy." The reporter laughs, hoping to receive a story from the new information.

"So, you guys said that you met the rapper just recently, right?" She rhetorically asks. "What's he like? Is he as vulgar as his lyrics? How does he treat you since you're women?"

Immediately, the energy shifts as the girls take noticeable step from the journalist and her camera guy. Harley, Iris, and Tink shake their heads walking off whereas Maliyah tries to drag an agitated King with them. 

"First off, he's a cool ass guy who just wants to make music. Everyone is entitled to their own creative space, that's why things like songwriting and comic books aren't taught in school. They're considered creative works," King retorts. 

"And he's a gentleman who doesn't take bullshit, so piss off." She finally states, moving along with Maliyah. The reporter shrinks back in shock, not expecting a woman to come to his defense publicly. 

[everythingxbook]

Girls with daddy issues, you might want to see my new one shot in my book, Marshall Mathers one shots book, (on Wattpad, name: everythingxbook). it's about Marshall being a dilf.

[raine-mathers]

I've never made a fanfic before so please bare with me on this anyways..

Eminem x Reader

Fluff ☁️

Angst 🕸

You sat on the couch tired waiting for your partner to get home wondering if he'd been hurt it's 5:30 he was supposed to be home at 4 o'clock. Your mind fills with different scenarios as to what could have happened a car accident? Maybe the shitty Toyota finally broke down and he's stranded? However, if he was stranded he would have texted me? .. Right..? What if his phone died too and now he is just sitting there with no way home? Your thoughts continue to race when your husband finally walks through the door you were crying with your mind finally leaving you alone you look at him. Upset but also glad he's alright you ask "Where have you been Marshall? You texted me that you were leaving work at 3:27?! I thought you were hurt!!" you say in a sternly worried tone. He hugs you tightly and then cups your face with his right hand making you look at him with teary eyes as he smiles at you and says "Hey, it's alright, I'm alright see? There was a bad accident and I had to take the long way home I'm sorry I should have let you know but I'm here now so no need to stress."

You hug him back as he wipes the tears off of your face he pulls you in for a soft kiss and he looks you in the eye again smiling. You look at him still somewhat upset "Look hunny I'm sorry okay I don't mean to stress you out I just forgot to text you okay? Please don't be upset with me..?" you look at him and smile warmly as you hug him and nuzzle your face into his chest. You respond "It's okay love I understand I'm not upset I was just worried."

You both go to lay down in your bedroom and cuddle while watching a movie you kiss him passionately and snuggle closely too him just glad he's home and you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

[nostalgia-archives]

I need somewhere I can read fanfics of him please recommend

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Hopefully, this helps 💜

[madaboutmathers]

8 Mile Girl : First Meeting

2002

MOVIE NEWS : Y/N stars alongside rapper Eminem in his biopic. Will this be her breakout role? 

It had been a long road to get here, you thought to yourself as you settled in the trailer assigned to you and a couple of other actresses you haven't met yet. Not that you had met many people involved in the film, except for the director and producer. Everything had felt like a blur at the moment. 

You looked down at the script in front of you and began to highlight your lines; you hadn’t realised how much intimacy was involved between you and him. A soft blush came over your face at the idea but you schooled yourself to be professional; you couldn’t have this be a failure. 

Your eyes moved to the clock that slowly ticked away. The mirror hanging up had your attention as you moved to stand and make yourself look presentable. Your fingers moved through your locks for a moment as you replaced the sweet kissable pink lipstick on your lips. 

The tight white dress clung to your curves and you reached for a cardigan as your shy nature dictated you to do so. 

Thankfully, there were no scenes of yours to shoot as the day was full of the rap battling that you had been invited to watch and get a feel of it all. 

~

The crowd was in the small, underground set and you found yourself as ever hiding in the background. You smiled as people walked past and they nodded to you; for a moment you felt included. The music began to play as you leaned against the wall; your small stature making it impossible to see through anyone. “Hey,” Your head turned to the side at the sound of a girl’s voice. “Oh, hi.” You smiled brightly and moved your attention as she introduced herself. “I’m Jess.” You nodded your head and took her hand. “Y/N.” The presence of Jess had you relaxing as she moved you to a better viewing point.

“Is this your first time on set?” Jess asked and placed a plastic cup of water in your hand. You took it with a smile. “Is it obvious?” You whispered with a duck of your head. Jess only smiled as she sipped at the cup. “Yeah, filming tomorrow but they wanted me to get a feel of the place.” You began to babble. Jess nodded and motioned towards the stage. “So, have you met him?” You wondered who she was on about when Marshall moved onto the stage. “No, not yet.” You whispered; cheeks flushing which thankfully was hidden by the dark lights of the set. “Tomorrow I think.” You carried on as Jess nodded and couldn’t take her eyes off him. You couldn’t blame her but you tried to be more discreet.

“He’s very good.” You commented whilst listening to the raps that you knew were written by him. Jess nodded in agreement, “You don’t listen to much of his music?” She asked. “A little. Some songs are a bit extreme, right?” You looked over to her as worry began to settle in but you knew not to judge people on the public persona. “For sure. But he’s cute.” Jess hummed and you softly giggled as you enjoyed her company. You were glad to have someone you knew. 

You moved on your tiptoes; your height made it that much more difficult to see over people as you watched the battle in front of you. “There is dinner afterwards, do you want to come?” Jess asked as you turned to look at her. “Oh, I wouldn’t be intruding?” You babbled; your shyness returning as ever. “No, of course not. You are the star here too.” Jess hummed and teasingly nudged you. You shook your head with a soft blush returning to you once more. “Don’t be silly.” You hummed and hid into the cup for a moment. 

“I think it’s finished now, if you want to get going?” Jess hummed and linked arms with you. Your eyes turned towards the stage and noticed Marshall leaving so you nodded your head. It wasn’t as if anything else was catching your eye; not that you’d mention that.

~

You pulled the cardigan closer to you in a nervous tick as you followed Jess towards the restaurant just outside the set. “Have you been here long then?” You made conversation whilst looking around the place. Jess shook her head, “My first week.” It was only Wednesday, you thought and wondered how she was so relaxed with everything and wondered if it was just you. You fought against those worries as you followed her into the dimly lit restaurant that was more intimate than you’d realised as Jess moved towards the back to a section of booths.

A group you slightly recognised from the rap battling filming and a few others were dotted around the room. “Hi, Jess.” You heard a voice calling from the other side of the room and motioning your new friend over. You watched her move over whilst you tried to stay in the background with a waiter catching your eye to order a drink. You began to play with your fingers whilst leaning against the bar. 

“Are you new?” A soft voice came from behind you when the bartender passed you a fruit cocktail. Of course it had to be him, you thought to yourself when you turned around and saw Eminem there in the flesh. You sweetly nodded your head and distracted yourself with the cute fruits in your drink. “Yes, first day today.” You began to babble as you watched those blues of his follow your movements. “I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself and moved to place your hand out. It must be the drink, you thought as the courage seemed to move through you. “Marshall.” He smiled and far gentler than you expected, he took your hand to shake. 

“I know.” You softly whispered, blushing as the words fell from your lips. His smirk only had you blushing even harder as you sipped at your drink. “I guess it won’t be too hard to fall for you.” Marshall teased as he leaned into the bar; his eyes finding the corner of the room behind you. It had you turning around to see a group of groupies and you couldn’t help but look down. Of course, you couldn’t compete with that…and since when did you want to?

“I should get going anyway. It seems my friend has gone.” You began to babble whilst downing the drink. You couldn’t see Jess anywhere now. Marshall’s attention returned to you and you were struck by him once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I think it’s going to be a good day.” He winked and instead of taking your hand; he brought you into a hug. His scent washed over you and had you nearly burrowing into the embrace before he leaned away. “Yes, I think so too.” You whispered.

He gave you one last smile before moving towards the group who’d taken his attention away just before. Looking around once more for Jess and not seeing her; you made your exit.

[simpforslim]

Walk On Water | Eminem Fan Fiction

Prologue Marshall's POV

"Yo, you doing anything this week?" I asked, swiveling my chair towards Paul's direction. He shrugged barely looking up from his phone, "not that I can think of, why?" he asked. "I got a few tickets to the Lion's game, you wanna go?" I asked.

"Home or away?"

"Its in Dallas" I said as he raised an eyebrow. "If you don't wanna go, I can figure something out" I said as I turned back toward the soundboard. Paul let out a loud dramatic sigh, "Fine I'll go. Just stop twisting my arm, man" he said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes.

"You know, since you're leaving the house, maybe you'll meet someone" he said as he let out a chuckle and nudged me playfully as I shook my head. "Yeah, right" I said as I pressed my tongue to my cheek before standing up. "Why so negative Marshie?" Paul asked as he grabbed at my shoulders, pulling me back.

"Is that a yes to the game, fucker?" I asked as he nodded, before walking out of the studio.

--

--

"Paul" I said as I caught his attention. "You want anything from the concession stands?" I asked as his face scrunched up in confusion.

"You're gonna go, by yourself? You sure you don't want me to go with you?" he asked. I let out a small scoff, "I think I can handle it" I said as he put his hands up in defense as I walked our of the private suite, and downstairs toward the crowd.

I started to wander around with my hands in my pockets, deciding on what I wanted to eat before stepping into the shortest line that was around. I quickly ordered my food, grabbed it and headed back to the suite before anyone could recognize me.

"I see you grabbed a turkey leg, they are really good" I heard a girls strong, southern accent behind me. I let out a small chuckle as I turned to see a girl with long blonde hair and light eyes.

"Mr. Mathers, it's a pleasure to run into you. I'm Avery Jones, Jr EVP here at the stadium" she said. "I'm the granddaughter of the Jones' family, you must be one of guests in the private suites" she said, waiting for me to respond. I cleared my throat, "please, call me Marshall" I said as I let out a small half smile, trying not to stand there like a tongue tied idiot.

"It looks like your hands are kinda full, you want some help back to your suite?" she asked softly. I shook my head, "no, no I got it" I said nervously as a small smile curved her lips, making my knees go weak.

"So, you're here for the Lions?" she asked, walking beside me back to the suite. "I- I like both teams" I said stumbling over my words. "I- I gotta support Detroit, ya know?" I said before there was a silence between us.

"Have you, uh, ever been to Michigan?" I asked as she pursed her lips playfully before shaking her head. "I don't think I've ever been that far north" she said softly. I let out a small laugh, chewing at my lip. "I'd never guess with that accent"

She furrowed her eyebrows, "what accent?" she asked, her drawl getting thicker. Paul quickly turned as he walked into the suite, before making eye contact with me. "Hello" he said exaggerated before letting out a sly smile.

I let out a sigh, quickly setting the food down. "Avery this is Paul, my manager and long time friend"

"Paul, Avery" I said as I introduced them. Her lips curved into another smile, "nice to meet you" she said. "The pleasure is mine, sweetheart" he replied.

"Avery is actually the granddaughter of the Jones' family" I said, interjecting myself back into the conversation. Paul raised an eyebrow, "really?" he asked, speechless. She nodded, "pretty much the family business"

"If I may asked, how old are you?" he asked. "Paul!" I said kinda embarrassed, as I hid my face in my hands as Avery laughed it off.

"I'm twenty four" she said as a silence lingered. She sighed, "well if y'all need anything please don't hesitate to ask, okay? It was great meeting you guys" she said before walking out of the suite.

Paul cleared his throat, "you wanna have the discussion now, or later?" he asked. I scrunched my eyebrows together, "what are you talking about?" I questioned.

"Avery seems like a sweet girl, with a good head on her shoulders b-" he said as I interrupted him. "But what?"

"She's young Marshall" he said as I chewed at my lip, shoving my hands in my pockets, "okay?" I said as I shrugged. "She's half your age Marsh. You realize that?"

"You know, I'm never really one to follow rules"

[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?

[storiesforallfandoms]

i’m sorry i let you down ~ eminem

word count: 1492

request?: yes!

“Hii. I was wondering if you could do an Eminem imagine where the reader is his daughter who is going through addiction like he used to?”

description: she promised herself that things wouldn’t get bad, but when they do she has to come clean to her dad about her problem

pairing: eminem x daughter!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug addiciton and withdrawals, some use of y/n, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

She promised herself things wouldn’t get bad. She knew about her dad’s addiction. She knew how bad it was. He had warned her to be careful when her doctor’s prescribed pain medication to help with post-surgery pain she was having. In fact, (Y/N) was reluctant to take the meds at all. She didn’t want to even risk getting hooked on them the same way her dad did. But, after a day of the pain being too much to bare, she caved and took the meds.

I’ll have control of this, she told herself. It won’t get bad. Once I’m healed, I’ll stop taking them.

She kept telling herself that as she got a refill after taking all of the first bottle. She convinced herself she still needed them as she went back to her doctor to ask for another prescription. Even after she healed and was given clearance to go back to her normal life, she told herself she still needed the prescriptions.

Eventually, she recognized that she had a problem, but by that point it was far too late.

(Y/N) knew she should’ve reached out for help when she realized she had a problem. Especially to her dad, who had struggled before and had already gone through detox and rehab. But she felt too ashamed to tell anyone. She didn’t want to admit that she hadn’t heeded Marshall’s warnings and started taking the pain meds anyways. She knew how he would react, and she didn’t want to let him down. She thought she could handle it on her own. She knew she had a problem, so that meant she could fix it, right?

But the withdrawal symptoms were too strong when she tried to stop. She’d shiver yet be sweating, she couldn’t keep food down, and she’d be awake all night, among other things. She broke down too easily to make the withdrawal stop, and then had to start the process all over again. It was a never ending loop.

And it probably would’ve continued endlessly, if Marshall hadn’t found her.

She was in the middle of a bad bought of withdrawals, hunched over her toilet as the contents of her lunch emptied from her stomach. Because of this, (Y/N) didn’t hear the knock at her front door, nor did she hear the door open and shut. It wasn’t until someone was kneeling down next to her that she realized anyone else was there. And to her horror, it was Marshall.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of fatherly concern. His eyes studied her face, slick with sweat and pale from how sick she had been.

She couldn’t lie to him. Not when he was looking at her. He’d see right through her. So, she nodded to the garbage bin next to the sink. When he looked, he saw the empty pill bottle she had flushed hours ago to stop herself from relapsing. Marshall knew immediately and sprang into action. He gave (Y/N) a wet cloth to wipe her face and told her to meet him in the car when she was ready.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“You’ll be better off at rehab. They can help you through the withdrawal.”

When he left, (Y/N) allowed herself to cry.

~~~~~~

A few days in rehab proved to be much better than the weeks (Y/N) had been trying to get clean on her own. The withdrawal was still hard, but like her dad said, they helped her through it. Besides sleep still being an issue, everything else had mostly passed.

Her sisters came to visit after the second day of her being there, and her mom called almost every night, but she had yet to hear from Marshall.

“He’s not mad,” Hailie had assured her. “He’s just glad he found you when he did.”

(Y/N) didn’t believe her.

It was nearly a week later when one of the workers told (Y/N) she had a visitor. When she entered the visiting room, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Marshall had been waiting for her.

He stood, but hesitated a moment before moving to hug her. She gratefully accepted the gesture.

“You look at lot better,” he said as they sat down.

“I feel mostly better. I’m still not sleeping, but that’s it.”

“The insomnia is the worst part. It’ll take time, but eventually it’ll get better.”

(Y/N) nodded. She suddenly felt like she couldn’t look her father in the eye. She was glad he had finally come, but now he was here her shame had returned. Not only shame that she had fallen into addiction, but also the fact that Marshall had to find out the way he did.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, her voice small.

Marshall seemed shocked. “For what?”

A lump was forming in (Y/N)’s throat. She tried to swallow it down so she could speak. “For letting you down.”

“Honey, who said you let me down?”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Please, dad. No one had to tell me. It’s kind of obvious.”

He was still looking at her in confusion.

“You told me not to take the pain meds,” she said. “You warned me and I did it anyways. I was stupid enough to think I could have a control on them, but I didn’t. I let myself fall into addiction and I let myself suffer because I was stupid and didn’t take your warnings.”

Tears were running down her cheeks. She looked away from Marshall and tried to wipe them away, but it was no use. They were falling so quickly that as soon as she wiped one away, another took it’s place.

“(Y/N), you didn’t let me down,” Marshall said. “You’re not stupid for taking the meds. I didn’t tell you not to take them, I said to be careful taking them. Doctors prescribe those types of medication for a reason, and obviously you needed them if you started taking them in the first place. The unfortunate thing is, a lot of those pain meds can become addictive and some doctors don’t seem to care about that. It’s not your fault.”

“I didn’t want you to be disappointed,” (Y/N) admitted. “You’ve always told us about your problem, and I felt like if I told you about mine that...you would be disappointed in me.”

“I would never be disappointed in you for struggling. We can’t control things like that, no matter how many times I’ve told you about my addiction or how many precautions you try to take. If anything, I was disappointed that you hadn’t told me about it, but I realize now you only did that because you were scared.”

(Y/N) nodded. She had been scared. She knew her dad wouldn’t be the only one who would be upset about finding out about her addiction, but he was the one she was most worried about getting a reaction from considering his past. At the time, she couldn’t bare to think about the look on his face if she had come clean before. Now, though, she was starting to realize that the smartest decision would’ve been to tell someone long ago.

“You waited to come visit,” she said. “I thought - ”

“It was because I was mad,” he finished. “Hailie told me.”

“But thinking more clearly, it’s probably because you were waiting for me to get a little better, right? Mom said that’s why she hasn’t come yet. She was afraid to see me in the early stages of detoxing.”

“Well, there was that. I’ll be honest, the state I found you in still haunts me a little bit. But also, I don’t exactly have fond memories about being in a place like this, so coming to visit was hard.”

(Y/N) almost face palmed. Of course, that made sense. Visiting someone in rehab had to be tough on its own, but visiting after you yourself had gone through rehab had to have a whole other layer of trauma to it she was sure.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “For everything. I should’ve told you long ago about what I was going through.”

“I don’t blame you for not telling me. I’m just glad that you’re okay, and that I found you in the stages of withdrawal and not something else.”

They both stood and hugged again. (Y/N) was reluctant to let her dad go, but she knew he couldn’t stay all day. The fact that he came at all was a relief, and she was feeling better after their conversation.

“I’ll come back in a few days,” he promised her. “And I’ll visit regularly until you’re out.”

“I’d really like that,” she said. “Thank you, dad.”

“You have nothing to thank me for, sweetheart.” He pulled her in for one last hug and kissed the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

[shaylixie]

Sitting Pretty

Word count: 2163

Genre: Smut. Slight fluff.

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

Requested: Yes. @eminemspube

Summary: Marshall finds it comfortable to chill at home naked, and it drives you crazy in the best way.

Warnings / Contains: Smut; language; unprotected sex. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Man, turns out that writing pubes is quite difficult, but I tried my best for you @eminemspube ! I hope you like it & thank you for tormenting me (affectionate) with this request! ♡

You get up from the couch, having sat there for a total of about 5 minutes. 5 minutes worth of dirty, unholy thoughts. 5 minutes too long.

In your defense, those thoughts are justified. It's not your fault that Marshall has a habit of sitting naked around the house - man spreading - with his big, soft cock resting between those perfect, muscular thighs of his.

You need to calm down...or not.

You walk determinedly into your shared room, stripping your sweats off. You swap your underwear out for a pair of lace panties that's way too small for you and stay in Em's oversized shirt.

When you walk back into the living room, Marshall turns his attention away from the TV and towards you. He looks you up and down, before raising a brow in question.

"What? It's hot. I can't wear sweats in this weather."

A lie. You were perfectly comfortable in sweats...just horny.

He nods his head once before turning back to the TV.

Your eyes fix on his still soft cock, complimented by the hair that you love so much. The carpets really did match the drapes. Marshall kept his pubes neat and well-groomed, but still sufficient...very sufficient. You felt yourself getting wetter at the sight. You sit next to him, closer than before, and he puts his arm around you, pulling you in tight. You lift your legs onto his bare lap, not bothering to adjust the shirt that has now ridden up to expose you and your pretty little thong. His eyes dart down for a second, before he rests his hand on your thigh. You keep your eyes trained on the TV in front of you, seemingly oblivious, but you don't miss the constant glances at your barely clothed core. A few minutes later, you feel him gently caressing your thigh. Up and down in short strokes. You feel his cock rise up to meet your leg, half hard. You hide your smirk, still trying to act oblivious.

"I'm just gonna go get my phone quick. Be right back," you mumble.

"Aight."

You swing your legs off, accidentally kicking the TV remote halfway across the room. Purely an accident, but you'd be damned if you weren't gonna capitalise off of it.

"Shit! My bad. Sorry...that was an accident, I swear."

You walk to the remote and then, not so accidentally, slowly bend down to pick it up; completely exposing yourself to Marshall. You gently toss the remote next to him, and then exit the room without a second thought. When you stroll back in, you see a very pleasant surprise. Marshall, straining so as to not shift around, with his cock long, hard and standing up against his stomach.

You sit back on the couch, leaning forward to place your phone on the table in front of you. Marshall shifts for the first time.

A few minutes pass until he motions to his aching cock and says, "So...you wanna do sumn about this or should I?"

You're on your knees before him as soon as the words leave his mouth.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Before he can reply, you take his hard length in your hand and pump it a few times with your fist, making sure to add a little pressure. He groans, and when your tongue licks from the base of his cock to his tip, his head falls back. You lick a vein protruding from his thick cock and then put the head into your mouth. You gather as much spit as you can and then push your head down his length. You do this several times, your hand stroking whatever can't fit into your mouth. Marshall groans and lets out a string of curses. Your other hand cups his balls, massaging them as your tongue brings him close to the edge. You pull your mouth off his cock, and move to his balls instead. You suck the one, then the other. Then you move back to his cock, finally giving him what he really wants. You bounce your head on him several times, taking him to the edge, before pushing down as far as you can, taking all of him down your throat. He bucks his hips in your face, pushing himself as deep as possible before shooting his white hot seed down your throat. He pulls his cock out of your mouth to watch you swallow it all, and then pushes himself down your throat again. His hand moves to your head, holding you there. You bury your nose in his pubes, the hair rough and the familiar hormonal, masculine musk that is all his just filling your senses. You breathe him in deeply and nuzzle your nose into the rich brown roughness of his pubic hair, distracting yourself from the tears that are now falling down your cheeks. After gagging a third time, Marshall lets go and you pull back, gasping. His hand comes to your chin, gently wiping the cum off with his thumb, and then he pushes it in your mouth for you to suck. You do so thoroughly.

"That's my good girl. Come here."

You stand up and Marshall pulls you down for a kiss, making you straddle him. You grind on his half hard cock, eliciting a laugh.

"So fucking needy, ain't you?"

You pull back and pout.

He pouts back mockingly, making you smile, before pulling you back in for a deep kiss. He cups your core with his hand, and you gasp. You feel his lips tug up against yours, and his thumb teasingly rubbing circles on your clit over your thong. You break the kiss to lean your forehead on his, whining.

"Yeah, yeah, aight. Hold on," he says, barely hiding his amusement.

In a flash, your thong is ripped and on the floor.

"I'll buy you a new one," he breathes mid-kiss.

You didn't even say anything. Didn't care at all, honestly. But the thought made you smile. When you felt the rough pleasure of Marshall's thumb on your clit again, you moaned and dropped your head on his shoulder. He picked up the pace and then slipped two fingers inside you, pumping in and out. You bounced on them, desperate for more. When it was clear that it wasn't quite enough, Marshall pulled his fingers out and stopped rubbing your clit. You almost cried, and most definitely whined loud enough to prove it.

"Shhhh...Open up, baby."

You opened your mouth begrudgingly.

"Come on. Suck yourself off my fingers like a good girl."

You know how much he loves it, and despite being upset with him in the moment, you do it. You'd do anything to please him. He puts his fingers in your mouth and you suck, tasting yourself.

"Taste good? Hmm?" He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers, "That's what I'mma be tasting. But for now, I gotta make it up to my girl."

He motions for you to stand up. You notice that his cock is fully hard now, and he turns you around, lifting up his shirt that you're wearing. He guides you down on his cock, and you moan as you feel him slide against your walls. Once you're on his lap, your back against his chest and his cock buried inside you, you give yourself a few moments to adjust. Then, you start grinding against him and bouncing up and down his length. The burn of his pubes rubbing against your ass drives you crazy. Marshall's hand grips your hip, his other one moving up under the shirt you're wearing and cupping your breast. He pinches your nipple and then rubs it soothingly. Your thighs burn with all the bouncing, but it's not until you reach the edge that they become truly weak. The hand that was on your hip moves to your lower stomach, his other hand still on your breast, and you arch your back into them, cumming on Marshall's cock. He guides you through it, and then starts bucking his hips, fucking into you. He holds your weakened body against him, doing most of the work, though you still try your best to bring him to his release. Not long after you, Marshall stills his movement and shoots his thick, milky seed into you.

"Fuuuck!" you curse helplessly. "Yes...cum inside me, baby. Fill me with your seed."

He groans at your words, and tries to push himself in deeper.

When you both come down from your highs, you slip yourself off of Marshall and stand up on weak legs. You stumble, and Marshall shoots forward to stabilise you.

"Shit," you whisper.

He laughs. "That good, huh? How about I make you even weaker..."

The suggestive look on his face turns your knees into jelly. At your reaction, Marshall stands and picks you up bridal style. He carries you on shaky legs to the bedroom, and plops you down on the bed. He gets on his knees before you, and you marvel at the sight. Then his tongue swipes through your folds and your eyes flutter closed, all thoughts leaving your head. Your fingers move into Marshall's hair as you feel his smooth, wet tongue lapping up the combination of both yours and his cum. He circles your clit with his tongue and flicks over it, bringing his mouth down against you and sucking your clit until you almost go blind. When you're practically screaming, Marshall moves to dip his tongue inside of you, pulsing in and out. He licks up your wetness before moving back to your clit, your legs trembling on his shoulders. When you reach your high, Marshall encourages you as you cum all over his mouth. You shout his name over and over as he soaks you up on his tongue, and then he sucks your clit again, overstimulating you. You whimper and shake and he breathes a laugh into your swollen cunt. Your eyes tear up and you look down at him, begging him to stop. His eyes burrow into yours in return, and he stops. Only to flick his tongue over your clit, smirking, and suck you again. The tears start falling and you whimper and whine for what feels like ages. When he eventually stops, you pull back and shut your legs, but he opens them again.

"Did I tell you I'm done?" he asks.

"N-No..." your breathless words coming out shaky.

"Good. Now take your shirt off and turn around. Face down, ass up. I wanna show you what happens if you bend down in front of me again."

You pull his shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Then you roll over weakly and slowly get into position, bracing yourself. You know you don't need any extra encouragement...you're already dripping in anticipation. Marshall notices too. He slaps your ass, and then gently rubs over the stinging spot.

"That's my girl."

He wastes no time then, slamming into you. He pulls himself out completely before slamming into you again, this time pounding into you over and over again. His fingers dig into your waist and guide you up and down his thick cock; the sound of skin slapping filling the room, along with moans and grunts and curse words coming from both of you. His pubes brush your skin at every thrust. You lift yourself up onto your elbows and place your head on top of your clasped hands to stop the burning friction against your cheek.

"Mar-marshall..." you barely stutter out.

Breathlessly, he replies, "I know, baby. I know. Cum for me, y/n."

So you do. You clench around him, shouting as you empty yourself out on his delicious cock and almost collapse, if not for him holding you up. At the feel of you clenching around him and the sight of your cock-drunk, fucked out body, Marshall reaches his own high. He shouts your name as he cums into you once more, allowing his seed to penetrate deep inside you. When his legs finally go weak, he allows himself to fall gently on top on you. He shifts to kiss your head and then your tear-stained cheek. You smile softly.

"You did so fucking good, baby. Fuck," he whispers, still breathless.

You hum in response, filled with warmth at his praise.

When you both catch your breath, Marshall pulls out and watches as his cum leaks out of you. He rolls over onto his back and gets you to do the same, before pulling you in tight.

"You telling me all I had to do was sit and watch TV naked?" he teases.

You flick his nose playfully.

"Shut up," you giggle. "And get me some food, will ya?" you add in a soft mumble.

He looks down at you then, brows drawn slightly together.

"Pleeeeease?" you ask, planting a sweet kiss or two on his cheek.

He can't help but to smile and reach for his phone, ready to do anything for his girl.

[therealcocoshady]

Is you have many chapters of recovery, please please please upload ❤️

I’m so happy you like it 😭❤️

Chapter 3 is coming really soon ! Maybe tonight ? But I feel like maybe 24h between two chapters isn’t enough ? Idk ! Lemme know ❤️

[everythingxbook]

Heyy,

I just published a new one shot in my book: Marshall Mathers one shots, username: everythingxbook. name of the chapter is “Jealous boy” it is an x ​​female character and it is about a jealous Marshall, because be honest ladies, jealous men in fanfics? yes please! it's a one shot with a plot but also smut. but if you're not into smut, if that makes you uncomfortable, you can still read the one shot because it has a storyline, it's smut at the end. so if you are interested I would say check it out.

[youngsoulcandy]

ask me anything!!!

[forbidden-sin-bin]

By Your Side | Chapter 2

Summary: You meet with the man who made Infinite, Eminem; Or as everyone calls him Marshall, for the very first time. 

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“The hell do you want?”

You were taken aback by his aggressive demeanor, wondering what you did to provoke his annoyance. “Hey, take it easy man.” You raised your hands to show surrender. “I don’t want any trouble-”

“Then why’d you stare at me?”

You blinked.

“Uh... what?”

“You were staring at me.” He repeated, a little bit slower this time like you were hard of hearing. “You stare at people, means you’re looking for a fight or you’ve got a problem with them.” The guy huffed, looking a little less miffed. “You don’t know that?”

‘Sounds like this place is way too goddamn sensitive.’ You mentally quipped, still, you kept that to yourself.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ as you lowered your arms. “I do now though.”

He hummed, tilting his head at you inquiringly. “A’ight then, so what do you want?”

“Looking for a guy named Eminem.” You replied. “Or, you know, Marshall.” At the mention of both his artist alias and actual name, his brows raised in surprise for a moment before furrowing.

“That’s me. How’d-”

“The guy in the store told me that you had the cassettes for Infinite and all. Mind if I can snag a copy of your album?” You interrupted quickly.

His face morphed into a variety of emotions in a matter of milliseconds, ranging from surprise, to a glimmer of hope, and then back to suspicion and a mask of cynicism that he was so used to experiencing. 

He was expecting disappointment, and he was long prepared for it as he gave you a scowl.

“Look, if this is a fuckin prank or something, just say it now.”

This time you had return the sour expression, half annoyed at his negative attitude, the other half confused as to how he came to that conclusion.

“Seriously?”

Marshall shoved his hands in his pockets, lifting his chin up to glare at you in a defensive manner. “I’m serious. Why the fuck would you wanna buy my album? There’s stuff like Kid Rock in that store ‘n shit. And how the hell did you know about it?” He shrugged, nodding towards your attire. “As far as I know, cause I know you ain’t from here, you had someone tell you about it.”

He was observant, that’s for sure. Yet his matter-of-fact tone like he already knew the situation and how it was going to end made your eyes flash with anger and chip harder at your patience that was running thin.

Not like you were a very patient person to begin with.

“And you think whoever told me is asking me, a total outsider that’s not from here, to pretend to be interested in buying Infinite?” You scoffed, hardly believing your own ears right now. “Actually, I saw the poster in the store myself, believe it or not; And no, this isn’t me feeling pity or some bullshit like that. I want to buy it cause I’m interested; I ain’t fucking with you buddy.” 

The two of you stared each other down, neither letting up. You were beginning to have second thoughts, if he was so sure that you were messing around. ‘That’ll be his loss anyway.’ You thought, narrowing your eyes.

Finally, Marshall threw his hands up in an ‘oh well’ manner.

“A’ight. If you say so.” He motioned you to follow him as he fished his keys out of his pocket. “Didn’t answer my question though.”

You followed him close behind. “What, you mean why would I wanna listen to it?” He nodded, and you shrugged. “Well, call it my gut instinct; Out of all the album covers I saw, it was yours that caught my attention.”

“Uh huh... And?”

“And... I guess I had a feeling it might be worth listening to.”

“Even more than, oh, I dunno... Vanilla Ice?”

You gave him a disbelieving squint. “You serious? Nearly ruined hip-hop for me.”

Marshall didn’t say anything, but you swore you saw a ghost of a smile on his face, and you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back before asking:

“I really don’t look like someone who would be into rap music, huh?” This time, he actually broke into a brief grin. 

“Fine, you got me.” 

Unlocking the trunk of his car, he lifted the lid wide open, revealing a messy pile of cassettes, vinyl's, and CD’s, all of them Infinite. You in turn had already fished out the required six dollar cost that’ll pay more than enough for your new addition to your collection. “You know what? You’re pretty chill, my bad man.” He admitted.

You grinned, glad that you’re getting along well with him despite the rocky start. “All good, honestly I can’t blame you.” You paused before adding with a smirk. “Well, not too much, anyways.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Oh, so that’s how it is.” Raising his free hand, he stuck his middle finger at you playfully. “Well fuck you too.”

This time, it was your turn to laugh as you returned the gesture. ”Likewise.” Letting the obscene gesture stay in mid-air for a few moments, the two of you cracked up, looking away as you both tried to stifle your snickering.

“Okay, okay, seriously.” You managed to calm down and gave him a crisp ten dollar bill. “Keep the change.”

Marshall raised a brow as if you were crazy. “You sure ‘bout that? I mean, I ain’t gonna say no, if you were expecting that.”

You shook your head, smiling.

“I’m serious. This isn’t a charity case or anything; just think of it as a future investment.” You winked, hopefully in an encouraging way and nothing else. “I got a good feeling you’re gonna go far.”

“Well then,” he took the bill out of your hand. “At least you’ve got more faith in me than my last manager-” He was about to hand you the cassette until a familiar voice hollered from behind you, making the both of you jump.

“MAMAAAAAAA!!!”

“Oh shit-!” Whipping around, your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw Quinn practically half-hanging out of the car window, arms flailing as he waved to get your attention. You could hear the voice of your mother shouting: “Quinn! Get down from there!”

At that point, you already knew she was holding into the edge of his winter jacket, trying to yank him back into his seat.

“Uh- hold that thought.” You sheepishly gave Marshall the finger guns as you began to walk backwards, jabbing a thumb behind you. “I’ve got somebody who needs me-”

The boy waved you off. “I ain’t going anywhere, go get your kid.” you gave him a thankful smile as you turned tail and practically sprinted towards the van.

“Quinn! What are you doing?!” Grabbing him by the shoulders, you gently pushed him back into his seat. “That was really dangerous, you know!”

Your mom finally let go of his jacket. “Look, he already wants to leave!” Forcing your temper down, you leaned into the open window, letting her angrily chastise you with a stony look on your face. “Are you done? Can you get back into the car, or are you going to idle around this place and waste your time?”

“I was talking to someone-” You were cut off just as soon as you tried to explain.

“Well stop talking and let’s go!” Your mom snapped as your dad was just as ready to hop onto the bandwagon of yelling at you into listening.

“Y/N, get in the car.” He warned. “Now.”

Clenching your jaw, you whipped back around and walked a few paces away from the van, hands clenched in fists as you fought to keep your rage in check. 

Once in a while, you’d let it slide and keep your head down to avoid having to drag it out any longer. Having to hear it often  - and sometimes you really didn’t know what you did to make them scold you - was tiring.

If it weren’t for Quinn quite literally in the middle of the conflict, you would’ve blown up at them by now. But no, you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You have to do it for him; You have to be better.

Taking in a deep breath, you strode back to the car and once again leaned into the window. Before they could say anything else, you simply announced:

“I made a friend.”

It wasn’t a lie, but to say Marshall was a ‘friend’ was a bit off. Either way, it made both your mom and dad shut up a little bit. It had been a while since you actually mentioned anything about friends, if you had any.

Your parents stared at you incredulously, not exactly understanding what you were trying to imply. “What does that have to do with anything?” Your dad demanded.

“It means: It’d be rude to just hop in the car now without saying goodbye to my ‘friend’, while we just ride all the way back to our hotel doing absolutely nothing until tomorrow. And by the way-” You gestured to the child pressing his ears shut with the palms of his hands. “You can yell at me later, okay? You’re scaring him.”

Thankfully, that seemed to have quieted everybody for now as they all looked at Quinn apologetically as he slowly lowered his hands. “Hey, baby... I’m sorry about that.” You patted his head comfortingly. “What did you want to call me over here for?”

The toddler looked back innocently. “I wanna go outside, please?”

You stared at him, exasperated. ‘Well, at least he gets right to the point.’

“What do you say?” Giving the child a stern look on your face, making yourself clear that you weren’t happy with how he handled that situation.

He looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“Uh huh. And?”

“I won’t do it again.” He mumbled. 

You sighed, stroking his hair. “Thank you. That’s what I needed to hear.”

Glancing inside of the car, you waved to your parents. “Just for a minute or two. The whole place is safe, don’t worry.” Smirking a little, you added: “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Not bothering to wait for their response, you swung the side door open and lifted him into your arms. “We’ll be right back!” You called to them as you kicked the side door shut and repositioned him into being held sideways like a plank of wood. “Alrighty mister, it’s time to fly!”

Quinn giggled joyously as you spun around a few times before setting him down, taking his hand in yours. “You wanna go say hi to one of my friends?” You asked him. He nodded, already more focused on avoiding the cracks in the ground than actually listening. 

Leading him back to where an amused Marshall waited, the sheepish feeling returned as you rubbed the back of your neck with your free hand. “Sorry about that,” you started. “I, ah, hope you don’t mind my nephew tagging along.”

To your surprise, Marshall’s demeanor completely shifted. You watched as he bent down, smiling warmly at the suddenly shy toddler hiding behind your leg.

“Hey little man, what’s your name?” He held his hand out, offering him a handshake, but Quinn burrowed his face into your side.

You patted his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay baby. He’s not gonna hurt you, I promise.” You reassured him soothingly. “Why don’t you introduce yourself? Think of it like it’s the first day of school and you tell the whole class your name.”

Quinn was quiet for a few moments before he slowly turned to face Marshall, sticking an arm out. “Mmh... Quinn... Am’ four.” He managed to mumble out before hiding again, though he still stuck his hand out, and Marshall gently took it, doing a little handshake. You shared an amused look with him, holding back a laugh as you both knew he looked more like a three year old than what the child claims.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Quinn.” He replied in a soft tone, one that you didn’t expect. “You got a nice name y’know? My name is Marshall, but you can call me Eminem.”

Hearing the name of one of his favorite chocolate brands, the toddler stuck his head back out. “M & M’s?” His eyes glimmered with wonder, initial shyness beginning to fade away. “Like the chocolate?”

“Yeah!” Marshall grinned. “Do you like them?” The toddler nodded. “Woah, me too! Isn’t that cool?”

You watched the two interact silently, trying not to grin. ‘Who knew a guy who acts and dresses like a gangster could do so well with kids.’ You thought as you leaned down to join the conversation. 

“Be careful honey.” You reminded him as Marshall let him see his pierced ears, tilting his head to the side so he could touch the golden hoops.

Having completely forgotten his timidness, Quinn brushed his fingers across the earrings. “Did they hurt?” He asked, admiring the shiny metal.

“A little,” he admitted. “But only for a little bit. After that, I’d completely forgotten.” Quinn nodded along.

“Mama’s got earrings too.” Both boys looked up at you. “Right Mama?”

“Right...” You trailed off, not knowing if you should correct him. 

‘I really shouldn’t have let him get away with that, calling me something that I didn’t earn the rights to.’ You thought, holding back a sigh.

“That’s your mama, huh?” Marshall asked him, to which the child eagerly replied with an “Mm hm!” 

“That’s cool, she’s a cool mom, ain’t she?” They shared a nod, which you held back a laugh. “What about your da-”

“HEY!! Hey, you wanna hold onto my music player baby?” You cut in, bitter ice rushing into your veins at the mere mention of Quinn’s dad. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice your panic as he was more eager to interact with your sacred walkman, bouncing excitedly.

You showed him the music player, holding it above his head as you laid out the ground rules.

“Alright, if you wanna hold it, promise me this: Do not drop it, do not wander off, and you have to be very, very gentle with it. Promise?”

His tiny hands reached for it. “I promise!” 

Finally relenting, you gave him the walkman as he held onto it like a priceless treasure.

“You wanna sit here buddy?” Marshall patted the edge of the open trunk, giving you a quick look that clearly meant he wanted to talk to you. You gave Quinn a nod as he looked to you for permission, and he reached his arms out to him as he was picked up in a manner that only someone who dealt with kids before could do.

“Now you’re a big man.” He patted the toddler’s head before turning to you, moving closer so he wouldn’t eavesdrop.

“What was that all about?” He asked, frowning.

You sighed, putting your hands into your pockets. “Well, first off, he’s actually my nephew.”

“Huh...” Marshall furrowed his brows. “So, where’s his mom?” You saw this was coming, but that didn’t stop you from wincing a little.

“Gone.” 

“What do you mean go- oh.” His face turned to one of realization. “Oh shit. I’m sorry.”

You shrugged in a vacant manner. “It’s all good.” You quickly changed the subject, praying he wouldn’t bring up either parent any further. “You’re pretty good with kids, have you got any younger family members at home?”

He smiled, almost shyly. “Yeah, I got a little brother, Nate.” He looked down, trying hard to contain his sense of love and pride. “And I have my little girl, she just turned one last Christmas.”

‘Ah, so that explains it.’

“Definitely says a lot about you, y’know.” You returned his expression warmly. I’m glad I bumped into you when I did, I put in a damn good investment.” 

“Aha, cause I know how to handle kids, or is it really cause of my rap skills?” Before he could hear your reply, he suddenly added: “Speaking of handling kids, you say that’s your nephew, how come he calls you mom?”

“Well-”

“Also, where’s his dad at?”

Giving him a grimace and a look that clearly showed you didn’t like to even think about the damn topic, his face turned to realization and disgust as he put the pieces together.

“Shit, he a deadbeat?!” There was heated snarl in his voice that matched the fiery rage lighting up his eyes. “Fuckin pussy jus’ fucked off and left his baby?!”

While your nod was a satisfying confirmation, his thoughts on this coward of a man weren’t. He turned away from you, muttering out insult after insult behind his breath before composing himself.

“Goddamn, I’m really sorry you have ta’ deal with that. It’s his loss, your boy’s a sweet kid.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You replied, stealing a glance at Quinn, making sure he was still right where you left him. Sure enough, he hasn’t lost interest in your walkman at all.

“Well, there’s your answer. And judging by that look on your face, you want to ask me why the hell he calls me mom, eh?”

“Took the words outta my mouth.” He looks at you expectantly. “Well?”

You paused, feeling sheepish once again as you rubbed the back of your neck. “I mean - you know - I told you before, he’s my sister’s son. So... him calling me ‘mom’, well you know-

“-But you’re still his mom.”

You blinked in surprise, Marshall’s face turned into a slight frown.

“He sees you as his mom, and you take care of him like a mom.” He affirmed. “Doesn’t make your sister any less of his mom, but if he calls you mom, it’s cause you are his momma.”

There was silence after that, but not in an uncomfortable way; It was a few seconds of contemplative quiet, the occasional sound of cars passing by and Quinn’s fiddling with your walkman being the only background noise that gave way for a good time to consider his words.

Perhaps pausing one too many times before you finally found the words, you eventually replied: “You’re probably right.” Again, another pause as you kept your gaze to the ground, hands in your pockets. “Honestly, you’re probably the first person to tell me that; Doesn’t make me feel any better though.”

“I getchu.” Marshall nodded in understanding, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at your downturned face. “An’ I don’t blame ya, wouldn’t be surprised if your parents beat yo ass if you ever brought that shit up.”

The two of your shared a nearly humorless chuckle.

“Either way, don’t take my word for it.” He added with a shrug. “I just think he’s a real lucky kid if he gets to have a mom or aunt like you, fuck anybody who says otherwise.”

You shared eye contact, though this time it was out of mutual comprehension for each others’ situation, rather than uncertain intent of potential hostility.

While it was a pleasant interaction between two strangers, you both knew your conversation was coming to a close. After all, you had a plane to catch tomorrow morning, and he had a job to do to pay the bills and put food on the table.

“Speak of the devil,” You muttered as you heard the obvious noise of the family van’s engine creeping. “I ain’t gonna keep you for much longer, you probably-”

“-Yeah, yeah.” He was quick to finish, suddenly feeling awkward. “Shit, it was nice talking to ya. But- yeah - I got stuff to do, working on my next album-”

“Oh shoot, really?” It was a sudden knee-jerk reply, likely feeble in attempting to make the moment last a bit longer. “Damn, you know when you’re gonna release it?”

Marshall made a mix between a grimace and a pondering look as he made the guesswork in his head. 

“Probably... maybe late this year or early next year. Gonna try somethin different, like, ‘fuck everyone’ kinda different. How ‘bout you?” He inquires.

Tilting your chin in acknowledgement, you replied: “Yeah, I got an audition coming up in a few days in New York. It’s supposed to be some sort of minor role in this… fighting movie? Not too sure yet.”

“Oh, word?!” Marshall looks a little shocked, eyes wide. “Shit, I got a movie star buying my album. That’s dope.”

You huffed an amused chortle. “Hey, don’t get your hopes up yet. I’ve got a couple dozen other people I need to compete against if I ever want to get another callback or a test screening.”

He replies with a confident glint in his eye. “You’ll make it, like I said: Fuck anybody who says otherwise.”

You grinned. “Fuck anybody who says otherwise.”

He holds out his hand, and you return it with a firm clasp and a shoulder bump.

“Hey, you know whether if your next album is mailable or not?” You asked, and he raises a brow quizzically.

“I mean, you could ask my manager if you’re that desperate? You got a pen’n’paper? I ain’t usin mine...”

Like a remote controlled button press, you reached into the inside pocket of your hoodie and whipped out your notebook, pen clipped to the cover. “Does this technically count as an autograph?” You thought aloud, to which he laughed.

“If it is, you’re the first one asking for it.” Taking the pen and notebook from your hands, he flipped to a blank page and quickly jotted down the contact info. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

As he handed your notes back, you quickly glanced down to skim over his writing, seeing the name ‘Paul Rosenberg’ on it. Noticing another name at the bottom corner of the page, your brows raised, intrigued.

“Slim Shady?” You read out.

Marshall tilted his head up proudly. “My new alias; Gonna be the side of me that holds nothin back next album. Jus’ you wait.”

You smirked, giving him a look of approval. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Quinn broke focus off of your walkman as you called for him, letting him know it was time to head back. Shuffling himself off of the car trunk, he toddled his way over to you, taking your awaiting hand, taking the walkman back and putting it in your pocket.

“Nice meeting you Marshall.” You gave him one last nod, which he returns with a faint smile, before you leaned down to Quinn’s ear. “What do you say to the nice man?”

Quinn turned to face Marshall, looking a bit sad, but far less shy than he was initially. “Thank you...”

Marshall chuckled, giving the toddler a pat on the head. “No problem lil’ man. You take care of yourself, aight?”

Nodding, Quinn waved as you slowly led him back to the van. “Bye!” He eagerly waved with his free hand, not breaking eye contact until he heard the door of the van open, and he climbs into his booster seat obediently.

Buckling him in, you slide the door shut and go to climb in on the other side, but not before turning around to call out to him one last time.

“Hey Marshall!”

“Yeah?”

“Remember me once you’re famous, okay?”

The surprise on his face was one to remember, just as much as the loud and joyful “HA!” he lets out; One that he really needed, before hollering back:

“Only if you remember me once you’ve made it big, baby!”

Your face breaks into a massive grin that you couldn’t remember ever doing in ages, as you give him one last salute.

‘I’ll be holding you to that… Slim Shady.’

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A/n: IT’S DONE. IT’S FINALLY DONE, HOLY SHOT.

*me literally saying that chapters would be quicker when I posted chapter 1*

*five months later*

*me, sweating like a sinner in church*

HHHHHHHHH-

I’m Canadian, the amount of apologizing is normal don’t worry-

But for real. I’m so sorry. Thank you all so much for your patience. I hope I was able to deliver and that it was worth the wait. I promise you guys, the reason it took so long was me constantly rewriting the conversations you and Marshall were having. I needed it to feel right, and I’m still feeling it’s not completely right, but it’s maybe right enough.

If you read this far, thank you very much and I hope things will be much better and quicker from here on out!!! &lt;3