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There it isssss. Tagging my babes : @red-in-my-veins @anjee0 and @tiny-gay-satan 💕

Kinktober - Day 26 - Master/Slave

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : Here is a new episode of the Dom!Marshall X Sub!Reader series 👀. I hope you guys like it ! It’s kink related but SFW ! What can I say… your girl was in a mood for fluff (and maybe just a little romance).

Your soul had left your body the moment you saw Marshall’s brother standing there, looking absolutely horrified. Your brain was absolutely frozen as your mind tried to catch up with your body, overwhelmed with everything that your dom had put you through. You were restrained, tied to a kitchen drawer, wearing a sheer night dress, ass on display, tape over your mouth, marks all over your body and tears all over your face. Safe to say it was not how you wanted anyone to see you. Ever. And obviously, Marshall was not happy either. You were still feeling hazy, barely registering as the sound of voices raising filled the kitchen, while Marshall quickly proceeded to untie your wrists and remove the tape from your mouth. As for you, you felt like a deer in headlights. It was your dom that brought you to your senses as he grabbed one of his hoodies, that he had left on the back of a chair, and wrapped it around your shoulders. « Nate. Living room, » he ordered, his voice sharp, before turning to you, his gaze softening. « Go upstairs » he gently directed. You swallowed dryly and nodded before padding out of the room, avoiding Nate’s gaze, wanting to disappear forever. Your arms were aching from the contortion, your ass was burning and your pride was nowhere to be found. As was your will to live, in that moment.

But as you walked past him, Nate gently grabbed your shoulder and stared at you, eyebrows furrowed. « You alright? » he asked with genuine concern. The tone in his voice almost carried a hint of pity, as if he were addressing a victim. Before you opened your mouth, Marshall took a step but Nate shot him a glare. « I’m ok » you replied in a small voice that betrayed your feeling of intense vulnerability. « Are you? » he insisted. « You don’t- ». You nodded and managed a smile, or at the closest thing to it that you could do. « Yes. I- I should… Go » you mumbled as you left the kitchen. « Nate. Living room » you heard Marshall command in a gruff voice as you headed upstairs.

Once you reached the bedroom, you immediately plopped over the bed, curling into a ball as you buried your face in your hands. It was nothing short of mortifying. For months, your dynamic with Marshall had been a safe haven, a sweet escape and now, someone knew and was aware of exactly how twisted you were. The thought made you sick to your stomach. You liked Nate. You would even go as far as to say that the two of you knew each other quite well, since you had crossed paths on numerous occasions in all the years you and Marshall had been friends. And it only added to your embarrassment. The only thing worse than this would have been your own family walking in on you, catching you in a demeaning position. But you could only imagine how livid your dom was feeling about the situation and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your chest as well. After a couple of minutes, you figured it would probably be best if you went home, so you put on your clothes and packed your bag before quietly walking downstairs, where you found Marshall and Nate quietly talking. They immediately turned to you and you could see Marshall’s brow furrow as soon as he spotted the bag in your hand. « Where are you going? » he calmly asked, though you could hear a hint of gruffness in his voice. « Um… home » you quietly replied. « I should leave you guys- » you tentatively justified but he shook his head and got up to walk to you and take the bag from your hand. « How about you have a seat ? I’ll make you some coffee » he softly hummed, and you could tell that, in spite of the interrogative form, your dom was giving you an order he intended for you to follow.

You nodded and went to sit on the couch, purposely avoiding Nate’s stare. The tension seemed to have died down but you couldn’t say the same for your embarrassment. There was a moment of silence before Nate scratched his throat. « Look, I’m sorry I walked in on you guys. I didn’t know he wasn’t alone so I didn’t think I needed to knock. Habits, you know ? » he sheepishly apologized. You looked at him and nodded, unsure of what you should to reply. Marshall walked back in at that very moment, carrying a cup of coffee and a plate of fresh fruits, which he placed on the coffee table in front of you, before sitting on the couch, not too close but not too far away either. Nate raised an eyebrow and stared at both of you before speaking. « So… You guys are, like, together? » he finally asked. Your dom leaned back and crossed his arms, not replying right away. « How long has it been going on? » Nate asked again, causing his brother to sigh. « Nate, that’s none of your business » he calmly stated. « Chill, man », Nate replied as he raised his hands in signs of mock surrender. « I’m just… Surprised. I mean, you’ve always described Y/N as the nightmare of any dude, you know? ». The comment made you chuckle, as you clearly remembered the thousands of times Marshall had described you as « too chaotic » or « impossible », wondering out loud « how anyone could put up with you ». You shyly glanced at Marshall, who gave you a slight grin before rolling his eyes, keeping silent. « Though it seems like you can, uh, handle her », Nate continued, clearly in a mood to test his brother’s limits.The comment immediately had you drop your gaze and your cheeks turned a shade of dark red. Marshall, however, was not in the mood to reciprocate his brother’s playful energy and you saw his eyes darken a bit. « Don’t you have somewhere to be? » he asked sternly, to which Nate rolled his eyes. « Not funny. Got it. I, uh, I actually came over to ask if you could babysit your nephews on Valentine’s Day, but I guess you probably have something planned… Like a master/slave role-play… » Nate grinned. Marshall raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat. « I’ll babysit. Only if you promise to shut up about what you saw today. Got it? » he replied in a tone that betrayed his exasperation. His brother rolled his eyes and got up. « Thanks, Grump » he said as he grabbed his jacket. « Good luck putting up with him, Y/N. And uh… Sorry for uh… You know ». Marshall rolled his eyes and walked him to the door. « Next time, please ring the doorbell » he reminded him in a gruff voice before closing the door on him.

When he got back to you, you were sipping your coffee, staring into the emptiness. He sat next to you, closer this time, and placed a hand on your knee. « You ok, pet? » he asked in a voice full of concern. « Yeah, Sir » you replied with a shrug, though your tone lacked conviction. You didn’t need to look at him directly to tell he wasn’t buying it. « Don’t lie to me, pet » he commanded. You gazed at him, biting your lip, before opening our mouth. « I… My ass is killing me and I’m mortified », you said. Your dom sighed and gently squeezed your knee, attempting to provide some reassurance. « How about you? » you asked back, remembering that it was probably just as bad for him. « I had to spend five minutes explaining to my little brother that what he saw was not abuse, and I’m probably gonna have to put up with some tasteless jokes for a while, so… Same as you, I guess » he sighed. You turned to him, eyebrows knitting. « Wait, he thought that…? » you asked. « Yeah. He was worried for you for a second, there. When he was younger he… saw stuff » he calmly explained. « Oh, » you simply said. « And uh, you told him that… what, I’m your sub? ». He let out a sigh and shook his head. « For some reason I didn’t feel like oversharing » he replied as he rolled his head. « I didn’t really tell him about us. Just that it was consensual. He doesn’t need details ». You nodded and quietly took another sip of your coffee. « I’m sorry, Sir » you apologized, your voice barely above a whisper. He tilted his head and stared at you intently. « About what? » he calmly asked.

You nervously shrugged, nervously messing with the skin around your nails. « Well… If you hadn’t had to… discipline me, Nate wouldn’t have walked in on… that » you nervously mumbled. He shook his head and grabbed your hand, silently telling you off for the nervous tick that you knew annoyed him. « Pet. Nate’s wrong for barging in. That’s not on you. And what happened… It was us. Our dynamic. That’s not what you should be sorry about ». You looked at him and frowned, clearly lost. « What then ? » you asked, confused. « You tried to leave before I could take care of you » he gently chastised. « You know better, pet. It’s my job to make sure you’re ok before you leave this place. Always. ». His tone was stern but there was no bite. « I’m sorry. It’s just… Nate was here and I was embarrassed and- » you babbled before he cupped your face and cut you off. « I know, Y/N. I’m not mad. I get it. But you need to remember that you’re mine to take care of, regardless of… interruptions » he said softly. « So now, tell me, how do you feel? Any pain? » he asked intently. « My ass. And my arms. And my ego » you replied earnestly. He let out a low chuckle and nodded. « Not sure I can do anything about the ego. But let’s take care of your ass and arms » he directed, grabbing your mug and plate, carrying them upstairs while you followed his lead.

He had you remove your clothes while he went to get some mild painkiller. You were laying on your stomach, waiting for him and as soon as he was greeted with the sight of your bare ass, he paused and let out a low whistle. « No way you could have driven home like that » he commented. « I know, I’m in for a really fun day sitting at my desk tomorrow » you sighed, to which he chuckled. « You could have asked me to be more gentle » he reminded you. « I know. But I liked it » you replied softly. He hummed and you could practically hear him smile. He handed you the painkiller and grabbed the soothing gel he usually used on you after impact play. As always, he was gentle and mindful of your soreness. He took care of your arms and your ass, massaging and taking his time. You let out the occasional groan, realizing that he had been quite effective - not that you were mad about it. « You know, you handled it like a pro, pet » he softly praised. « You’re getting better at taking punishments ». You turned your head and gave him a small grin. « Too bad I’m not better at avoiding them » you playfully hummed. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. « I don’t know about that. You’re getting better at following orders, pet. Eve if you need the occasional reminder » he complimented. « Does it mean you’re happy with me, Sir? » you cheekily asked, a hint of flirt in your tone. Your dom rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help the grin on his face. « You know I am. But good girls don’t fish for compliments » he reminded you as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, before leaning in closer. « I’m proud of you, pet. I’m glad you’re mine ».

His words, his voice sent butterflies to your stomach. The way he praised you while taking care of you had you melt into a puddle, as did the earnest smile he gave you. Having him refer to you as his had you feeling all the feels, too. For a moment, the two of you stared in each other’s eyes, not saying a word, the silence of the room a testimony of the peacefulness you seemed to bring each other. But of course, your mind had to ruin it and remind you of Nate. Marshall must have seen the way your eyes widened a bit, as his seemed to narrow, scanning your face for clues. « Talk to me » he softly instructed. « I just… Thought of Nate » you confessed. « Oh? » he asked with a raised eyebrow. « It’s just… He seems to think we’re… together » you laboriously clarified. Marshall rolled his eyes and nodded. « Embarrassing for you, I know » he joked. « No, it’s not- I don’t know. He must think we’re a weird couple that gets into kinky stuff, it’s… » you rambled. « You’re scared he’ll tell other people, huh? » Marshall asked. You waited a few seconds but finally nodded. « What we are… Our dynamic… I liked it being my secret. It makes me feel safe » you confessed. He hummed in understanding and cupped your face. « Nate’s not gonna tell anyone » he said reassuringly. « He knows I’m private. He wouldn’t do that to me. And I know he can get a little annoying but I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you, pet. I got you, always ». You smiled a little, grateful for the way he was always able to manage your fears and apprehension. « Thank you. Doesn’t it bother you that he thinks- » you started but he interrupted you. « No it doesn’t. Anyone thinking we’re together is much more embarrassing for you than it is for me. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t pester you with Thanksgiving invites » he said with a smile.

You gently shook your head. « I wouldn’t be embarrassed » you stated earnestly. « You should be » he retorted. « What was it that you said about me ? … That I’m old, grumpy and… What was it again? Something about my corny humor, right? » he recalled with a chortle. You propped yourself on your elbow and stared at him. « I- Well I did say that. But you called me a chaotic nightmare » you find back with a faux air of indignation. « Which you are. But my corny ass finds ways to spank the chaos out of you » he replied with a smirk, to which you could only smile. He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips that sent your heartbeat fluttering. It was soft and tender, and miles away from what the two of you usually got up to. « That ok? » he whispered as you opened your eyes, nodding as his baby blue eyes stared at you. « Yes » you almost exhaled, earning a smile from him. He leaned in for another kiss but got interrupted by his phone buzzing on the nightstand. He let out a small groan and grabbed it, before running his hand over his face. « Anything wrong? » you carefully asked. He didn’t reply, simply handed you his phone. It was Nate, texting him a link to a web page that read « 10 Slave role-plays for the bedroom ».

Your face turned bright red as you stared at him in silence. « See what I’m gonna have to deal with? » he sighed, his voice gruff. He rolled his eyes and you offered a supportive smile. « Um… About that… » you tentatively began. « About what? » he asked. « The link » you clarified, trying to maintain your countenance. « What about it? » he asked as he tilted his head, giving you his attention. « Is it… Something you’d be into? » you shyly asked. His brows furrowed and he stared at you in silence for a second, as if he was doing a double take. « Roleplay? » he asked. « Master/Slave dynamics » you timidly clarified. « I mean, you’ve said before that you thrive on structure, so I figured it could be something you’d be into… ». He hummed before shrugging. « I mean, yeah » he admitted. « So, is it something that you’d want? » you asked. « Are you asking for me, or for you ? » he asked back with a smirk. « Um… Both, I guess… » you admitted as you looked away. « I don’t think I’d want that. Not with you, anyway » he shrugged, causing you to turn back to him. « What do you mean, not with me? » you asked, your tone betraying how taken aback you were. Upon seeing how betrayed you seemed to feel, your dom immediately started laughing. « You don’t think I’d be good? » you asked in a small, disappointed voice. He shook his head and placed a had on your shoulder. « Pet. This is not me doubting you or daring you. But you’re new to this. You’re doing great, but that kind of dynamic it’s… more intense. If you were my slave, it’d be a 24/7 thing. You’d surrender a lot more control to me. And as your Master, I’d be stricter, you know ? » he calmly explained. « And… You wouldn’t want that? You don’t want… more?» you asked in a voice that betrayed your disappointment. « I like our flexibility. It doesn’t mean I don’t want more, pet. But if I’m honest, I don’t think you’d be the slave, in that situation » he calmly said, staring intently into your eyes, with a rare intensity. « What do you mean, Sir? » you nervously asked. He chuckled and leaned closer to you. « I think you know exactly what I mean » he murmured. And fuck. Deep down, you knew you did.

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Kinktober - Day 26 - Master/Slave

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

He had you remove your clothes while he went to get some mild painkiller. You were laying on your stomach, waiting for him and as soon as he was greeted with the sight of your bare ass, he paused and let out a low whistle. « No way you could have driven home like that » he commented. « I know, I’m in for a really fun day sitting at my desk tomorrow » you sighed, to which he chuckled. « You could have asked me to be more gentle » he reminded you. « I know. But I liked it » you replied softly. He hummed and you could practically hear him smile. He handed you the painkiller and grabbed the soothing gel he usually used on you after impact play. As always, he was gentle and mindful of your soreness. He took care of your arms and your ass, massaging and taking his time. You let out the occasional groan, realizing that he had been quite effective - not that you were mad about it. « You know, you handled it like a pro, pet » he softly praised. « You’re getting better at taking punishments ». You turned your head and gave him a small grin. « Too bad I’m not better at avoiding them » you playfully hummed. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. « I don’t know about that. You’re getting better at following orders, pet. Eve if you need the occasional reminder » he complimented. « Does it mean you’re happy with me, Sir? » you cheekily asked, a hint of flirt in your tone. Your dom rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help the grin on his face. « You know I am. But good girls don��t fish for compliments » he reminded you as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, before leaning in closer. « I’m proud of you, pet. I’m glad you’re mine ».

#eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #eminem fluff #eminem kinktober #kinktober prompts

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So, I have written part 2 of this... Should I drop now or wait ? 🤔

Kinktober - Day 11 - Choking + Restraints

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : Hey everyone ! Started working on this Kinktober episode (part of the Dom!Marshall x Sub!Reader series) a lifetime ago but I finally took the time to finish it. Hope you enjoy it ❤️. Tagging @tiny-gay-satan who always showed love for this series 🥺

CW : BDSM - Dom/Sub dynamic - Punishment - Restraints - Choking - Spanking - Brattiness

It was another weekend you spent with your Dom. He’d had a rough week at work and the usually firm structure had given way to something more relaxed. You still had your rituals but you could tell he didn’t feel like enforcing protocols. He went surprisingly easy on you, but you didn’t mind. You had spent most of Saturday lounging around and cuddling lazily on the couch, true crime documentaries playing in the background. He made a few comments about you needing to get to your chores, but you suspected it was mostly out of principle, since every time you attempted to get up, he pulled you back to him. This caused you to relax even more, enjoying Marshall’s presence, happily indulging his need for proximity. However, you couldn’t help but gently tease him. « You’re unusually clingy, Sir » you playfully remarked. « You’re complaining about that, now? » he asked, rolling his eyes. « I’m just thinking it’s time you admitted you can’t get enough of me » you giggled. « Yeah, you wish » he mumbled with a false exasperation, though you could feel him tighten his embrace around you.

By Sunday morning, the playful mood was in full swing, and you shared some witty banter while you prepared breakfast. Marshall was leaning against the kitchen counter, nibbling on a slice of toast while you were flipping pancakes in a sheer nightdress that left nothing to the imagination. He was staring at you, shamelessly admiring your body, which he had leisurely mistreated the night before, leaving a whole new set of bruises and hickies all over it.

« I see you staring, Sir » you hummed teasingly. « Has no one ever told you it’s rude? ». He shook his head and took a few steps, standing behind you, as he placed a hand on your hips. « I can stare all I want. Because you’re mine » he reminded you in a low voice. « Also, you might want to think twice before trying to call me out on my manners. Don’t forget your place, sweetheart ». The smirk on his face made it impossible for you to resist. You just had to keep teasing him. « If you don’t want me to call you out on your manners, maybe you should start by having some… Marshall ». You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew for a fact that the deliberate use of his name was testing the limits. Unfortunately, you were unable to turn the « chaotic mode » off. And, deep down, you wanted to blame your dom. After all, he was the one who hadn’t enforced the usual structure. It was on him, really… However, the way he raised his eyebrow made it clear that he would not agree with your analysis of the situation. « Uh-huh » he said as he reached for your arm and forced you to turn around and face him. « You want to rethink that, Y/N? ». You shook your head, feigning bravery, though the sparkle in your eyes betrayed your amusement. «Nope. You’re not that scary. » you giggled.

Annoying him had been one of your favorite activities for years and, clearly, when you started, you couldn’t stop until he made you. And by judging on the look in his eyes, he was planning on it. The grin on his face grew wider as he straightened up, unfastening his belt with deliberate slowness. The soft clink of the buckle made you freeze, your gaze flicking from his hands to his face, where he wore an expression of playful authority. You stared into his eyes, biting your lip. You weren’t planning on him having his way with you, pretty sure that he’d opt for some punishment, but you were not going to complain. « Shall we go upstairs? » you asked in a tone that wavered between defiance and anticipation. « Or are we doing this here? ». He shook his head and reached for the buttons, turning off the stove. Clearly, the pancakes would have to wait. « Turn around » he ordered, his voice low and teasing. You did as you were told, arching your back so that he could appreciate the view of your bare ass under the see-through nightdress. You heard him. Pull the belt free from his jeans and understood just how mistaken you had been. He was indeed planning on punishing you.

It had been a while since you had been disciplined but maybe it was what you needed. He got closer to you, trapping you between the counter and himself. You could feel his chest against your back, the weight of his presence making an impression on you. He grabbed one of your arms, then the other, and you felt the cool leather of the belt slide over your wrists. In a couple of movements, he tugged so that you’d move where he wanted you to, and looped the belt through the nearest drawer handle, your wrists gently but firmly secured in place. « There, » he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. « Now maybe you’ll think twice about slacking off and calling me by my name when I’ve clearly earned better. »

Any other day, it would have been enough for you to back down. Not this time though. A flicker of mischief appeared in your eyes. « Right. Sorry. I should have used your title… My apologies…Dumbass ». He raised a hand to your face and cupped your jaw, holding it firmly. « My title, Y/N » he ordered. « Fine » you whispered, and he let go of your face. « Dr Dumbass ». You could see the exasperation on his face, mixed with playfulness. You had never been this bratty before. Before you knew it, he was grabbing your throat, gently squeezing. « You really are a little bitch, this morning » he commented. « Thankfully, you made just enough pancakes. So I’ll eat while you think about your actions, pet ».

Without another words, he helped himself to a plate of pancakes and went to eat at the table, while you were still restrained, attached to a drawer. You looked at him in disbelief. « Wait… really? » you mumbled, to which he replied with a smirk. « Look, I get it : you clearly don’t like when I’m nicer » he shrugged. « So now, be a good girl and let me eat in peace, will you? ». The amusement on his face was visible and you arched an eyebrow. If he thought restraining you would make you less of a nuisance, clearly, he didn’t know you. You moved your wrists a little, just enough for the drawer to make an annoying noise. You could see him roll his eyes, but not waiver. « You’re cute. But it’s not working, pet » he chuckled. « And the longer you keep this going, the longer you’ll stay like this » he warned. He went on to enjoy a few more bites of pancakes, unbothered by the clinking and chattering of the drawer, before getting up to make coffee. « Might want to be careful there, Sir » you hummed innocently with a hint of amusement. « Why? » he asked with a raised eyebrow. « Because that’s an awfully hot coffee pot » you chortled with a nuisant smirk.

He let out a loud sigh and crossed his arms, but you could see a faint smirk on his face. « You never stop, don’t you? » he asked as he gently shook his head. You giggled and shook yours in turn. « You know you like it » you teased. « You know you like me ». He took a step towards you and cupped your face. « Yeah, pet. I do like you. Please don’t forget it » he hummed. Before you knew it, he was grabbing a roll of gaffer tape from a drawer and cutting a piece, before slapping it on your mouth, muzzling you. You stared at him in shock, though your eyes betrayed your amusement. « Since you can’t use your safe word or safe move, if you want to stop, you hum three times, understood? » he directed, to which you nodded.

If the past few months had taught you anything, it was that when he gave these kind of instructions, there was no coming back. You could feel the tension between the two of you, his eyes slightly darkening. « Now that we shut up that mouth of yours, I think I should get to the next step and give you what you deserve for running it » he said sternly. He cupped your face and stared at you with a grin before turning to grab a spatula. « You’re lucky I’m taking a clean one and not the one you used for the pancakes » he hummed, before forcing you to turn around. You didn’t think much of his choice, highly doubting that a spatula would inflict much pain. Rookie mistake, apparently. Yours arms were a little contorted as he turned you around and pushed the nightdress up to reveal your bare ass, before inflicting the first blow. You couldn’t help but gasp - which, due to the tape on your mouth, translated into some sort of whine. Your dom gently shushed you, reminding you of who was in charge. «That’s fine, doll. You need a little reminder of your place. And I’m going to Gove it to you ». You let out a sound, half-hum, half-wine that betrayed both your approval and anticipation. You were at his mercy, your harms contorted in an unlikely and, frankly, uncomfortable position that only added to the feeling of surrender. For what seemed like an eternity, your dom reminded you of who was in charge, smacking the brattiness out of you, hard enough for the sting to be replaced by a sensation of numbness. « Still want to make fun of me, pet ? » he whispered in your ear, to which you replied by shaking your head. « Good girl » he praised in that low voice of his, that had you feeling like putty in his hand. He gently cupped your face and brushed the tears that had rolled on your cheeks with his thumb. He knew they weren’t tears of pain, just proof of the emotional release caused by the blows he had inflicted.

Marshall leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your forehead. « Guess you needed that, huh ? » he asked softly. You nodded vigorously and you could see his eyebrows knitting. « More ? » he asked carefully. You froze for a second, pondering the implications. Did you need more ? Did you want it ? You stared into his eyes and slowly nodded. « Okay » he almost whispered, before examining your ass cheeks. He carefully ran the palm of his hand over them and you immediately winced at the contact. Clearly, you couldn’t handle more of that impact play - and you knew you were in for a rough next couple of days. When Marshall faced you again, he looked almost apologetic for a second, before stepping closer and wrapping his large hand around your neck, not squeezing yet. His baby blue eyes stared into yours, waiting for you to consent. When you finally nodded, he allowed himself to slowly squeeze, positioning himself so that he could choke you from behind. Your ass was burning, your contorted arms were hurting, and breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, the airflow already being limited by the gaffer tape over your mouth. You had no choice but to fully surrender to him, and it brought you a feeling of peace absolutely unmatched. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of him behind you, one hand on your throat, the other on your hip, firmly maintaining you in place. « You done being a bitch, now ? » he growled in your ear. His tone had you melting, and it clearly didn’t do anything to solve the mess you were making in your panties. You let out a desperate whine that betrayed your challenged breathing but, before he could do anything, you heard an all too familiar voice. « Marshall ? ».

You froze and so did he. But before he could move and free you of your restraints, you were faced with his brother, who had clearly let himself in, as you knew he often did when he came over. Nate seemed absolutely terrified, a look of horror plastered on his face. « What the fuck ?! ».

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Kinktober - Day 11 - Choking + Restraints

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

CW : BDSM - Dom/Sub dynamic - Punishment - Restraints - Choking - Spanking - Brattiness

#eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #eminem imagine #eminem smut

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Late night so no one’s gonna see this little confession right ? Right ? 👀

I recently started posting personal content on TikTok. One of my videos got 120k views and it’s freaking me tf out. That might not be a shitton of views to most people but to me it’s scary enough.

I hate the attention and I realize I’m far more comfortable with being anonymous. But even then… my content getting attention is freaking intimidating.

And this may or may not be the reason why I’m terrified to post Recovery Chapter 45 (which is almost done by the way). This series wasn’t supposed to be something huge but the fact that it got so much love and knowing that people actually look forward to reading my stuff is overwhelming. 😭

So much so that I even considered closing this blog at some point

#cocoshady

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No real Babies for M now that he‘s a grandpa 🥲🫠

If you think him earning the « Grandpa » title will prevent me from writing this man as the ultimate baby daddy… Boy are you wrong 👀.

Do I have a few things in my drafts that will prove it ? Maybe.

#Eminem fanfiction

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therealcocoshady · 5 months ago

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Guyyyyyyys 😭❤️ You’re so sweet I love you so much @sweetmusicvoid @tiny-gay-satan ❤️

"Would anyone want to read --" Listen, imma stop you right there. Yes. YES, someone would want to read that. You write that weird little fucked up story. Or that domestic little slice of life story. That drabble or that 300k monster.

I promise someone wants to read it.

#ao3 #ao3 writer #fanfic writing

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Kinktober Day 7 - Cream Pie

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : first post of 2025 !!! And I felt like sharing a little something I wrote a while ago and got to finalizing recently ! 😉❤️. I hope you enjoy it !

CW : Creampie

Marshall just loves to give you a cream pie. As soon as things got remotely serious between the two of you, he almost begged for a « no condom » policy. « We’re exclusive and our test results came back clean», he argued. As for you, you were pretty indifferent. If anything, you found condoms to be quite practical. They didn’t bother you and, as an added bonus, they spared you the awful side effects of the various contraception methods you’d tried over the years. Therefore, you weren’t exactly thrilled when he suggested getting rid of them. « Does that make that much of a difference ? », you’d asked. Of course, the man proceeded to explain to you that, yes, it did made a whole lot of a difference. And when you argued that some rubber brands promise that their products feel like nothing’s there and that your ex never complained, he was forced to admit to you that he had a cream pie kink. « Isn’t that just a weird way of saying you enjoy cumming inside ? » you asked said with a raised eyebrow. He let out an awkward chuckle. He seemed kind of nervous to talk about it but he cleared his throat and proceeded to explain with more details. « It’s not really about that. I mean, yeah, it is, but there’s more. With a condom sex still feels good but there’s this thing between us, you know ? I don’t want to have a barrier. I don’t know, it’s feel like a… deeper connection. » he said. You smiled and placed a tender kiss on his jaw. « Careful, handsome, I’m going to think you’re actually a softie », you teased playfully. He huffed and gave you a smirk. « Soft, huh ? » he mused. « Well, yeah », you shrugged. « Getting all romantic, wanting to be all close to me ». He hummed and cupped your jaw before inching just a little closer to you. « You should hold that thought for when I have my way with you without holding back and I claim all your holes as mine. We’ll see how romantic you find it then. ». Your eyes widened as he spoke, causing him to smirk even more. You stayed silent for a second, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. « All my holes ? » you asked with a soft grin. Clearly, the man knew who he was dealing with. You had not done anal with him yet, but you had mentioned enjoying it and, clearly, he remembered. « All of them », he repeated with a promising smile. « And… No holding back ? » you quizzed. « Nope ». Of course, that did the trick convincing you. He knew you liked it rough, and the perspective of him getting territorial and feral, claiming ownership over you was much too enticing. You’d even go so far as to say it was absolutely worth the six additional pounds you gained in a couple weeks after going on the pill.

Safe to say Marshall did not disappoint. As soon as the two of you were positive there was no risk of pregnancy, he went absolutely feral. You’d had sex before - great sex, you’d say, probably the best you’d ever had - but allowing him to hit it raw seemed to change everything. For one, he became demonically horny. You had figured he already had a high sex drive but, boy, were you wrong. It started as soon as the words left your lips. « Yeah, it’s safe to do it without -». He didn’t even let you finish. You saw the immediate change of shade in his eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. You could literally feel him radiate heat. He immediately closed the distance between the two of you, his tattooed arms bracketing you against the wall with an undeniable presence. You felt the strength in his body as he pressed your back, the coolness of the wall contrasting with the warmth that emanated from him. His blue eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment, searching, before his lips descended on yours with a fervor that made your breath hitch. The kiss was deep, his beard grazing your skin, adding an extra layer of sensation. His hands, rough but confident, slid along your sides, gripping your waist as he pulled you closer, pressing every inch of his body against yours. The kiss quickly grew more urgent, more insistent, as he tilted your head back with one hand, deepening the connection, savoring the taste of you. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, desperate to ground yourself as his mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw, then to the sensitive skin of your neck. Your breathing became ragged, mingling in the heated space between you. He was pressed against you and the gray sweatpants he was wearing did nothing to prevent you from feeling his excitement. His lips trailed from your jaw to your neck, where he planted lust-filled open-mouth kisses that sent shivers down your spine. His hands were holding you firmly, possessively, fingers digging in your hips. You hummed in please, unable to focus on anything but his grounding presence. You arched into him, your body responding instinctively, seeking more of the heat and pressure he offered. His mouth moved lower, brushing along your collarbone, tasting, teasing, before returning to your lips with renewed urgency. This time, the kiss felt hungrier, more demanding, as if he was trying to draw every ounce of you into him. One of his hands tangled in your hair, tilting your head back just the way he wanted it, while the other glided down your spine, anchoring you to him. He pressed closer, letting you feel the hard lines of his body, the weight of him pinning you firmly against the wall. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, a gentle nip that sent a shiver racing through you, followed by a soothing sweep of his tongue that left you breathless.You melted against him, hands exploring the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles flex and shift under your touch. He growled softly against your lips, a low, rough sound that vibrates through you, stirring something deep and primal. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a claim, an unspoken promise of more to come, and as he drew back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire, full of unspoken words that made your heart skip a beat.

It didn’t take long for your clothes to lay forgotten in a corner of the bedroom, Marshall practically ripping them off your body, as if he couldn’t stand any barrier between your body and his hands. And when he finally held you, you could feel his fingers digging in your skin. Throughout your relationship, he’d always shown appreciation for your body. But he seemed to be on another level, practically worshipping you, muttering words of ownership, promising to make you his. And when you finally felt him - just him - inside of you, the room filled with sighs of satisfaction. It was, quite literally, raw and primal. As promised, he didn’t hold back, encouraged by every gasp, moan and whimper you let out, every scratch of your nails in his back. You felt your eyes roll back, amazed that you’d waited this long to try this. You were on the edge of climax when you warned him. « Marshall, I-I’m gonna- » you moaned, almost pleading for him to take you there. He usually liked to keep you on the edge, sometimes denying you but, this time, none of you felt like beating around the bush. Especially not with the words that fell from your lips. « Fill me. Please »you almost whispered. It didn’t take much more for him to get absolutely unhinged with his thrusts. He tightened his hold around you and you could feel him - actually feel him - fill you to the hilt while you repeated his name like a prayer. When his hips finally stilled, the two of you stayed like that for a moment, catching your breaths. Your face was buried in his neck and none of you moved, as if the world had stopped turning. You could practically hear your own heart pounding. When he rolled to the side, you winced and immediately felt the mess he had made between your legs.

You stayed like this, looking g as if your soul had left your body, while he looked at you with a shit-eating grin. « You alright, babe? » he asked with feigned innocence. You turned to him and nodded, still catching your breath. « You really weren’t kidding » you hummed, to which he chuckled. « Told you I’d claim this pussy as mine » he added with a wink. « And I’m not done with you yet ».

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therealcocoshady · 5 months ago

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Guys, I'm sorry I haven't been updating this blog too much. Life got in the way and I am busy workin on becoming a doctor ✨. But I still felt like coming on here and sharing the good news :

I am 6 months sober today.

Thank you to all the lovely readers and mutuals who have supported me. And to all the mutuals I've been talking to in private : y'all can absolutely ask for my IG. I'm not on Tumblr too much these days, so I suck at replying, but I'm easier to reach on Instagram. 🤍

#coco shady #6 months sober #sober

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therealcocoshady · 5 months ago

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Do u plan on carrying on with kinktober? I just love the series so much!

Hey there ❤️ I haven't uploaded anything on this blog in a while because I've been extra extra extra busy but YES, I do have a few things planned for Kinktober ! At this rate, I think I shouldn't call it kinktober anymore because I'm not even sure I'll be done by October 2025 but yes, definitely more things coming for the series ❤️

#askcocoshady #eminem kinktober

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therealcocoshady · 6 months ago

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Oh and by the way, guess what ? Your girl is going to see 50 Cent LIVE in a few months. 👀

#50 cent #concert #hip hop #hip hop show

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therealcocoshady · 6 months ago

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Heyyy girlyyy, how are you??💗

Hiiiiii ❤️ it’s been a while !

I’m doing great and I hope that all of you are too ! I’ve been working a lot on my PhD dissertation and trying to find a job so it’s busy but it’s all good !

And in unrelated news : remember when my phone got stolen ? Well I’m going to court tomorrow to try and get some repair ! That thief shall pay for all the filthy smut that got taken from you guys !!!

#askcocoshady

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therealcocoshady · 6 months ago

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dad!marshall ideaaa

basically reader is also singer and has brought her child into the music show with her and she has to be away for an interview or something and her child wonders off and marshall’s dad instinct takes over when he sees thr child and in the end he hits it off w reader

hopefully this made sense😭

A/N : Hey ! Thank you so much for your request ! I started working on it a while ago and it stood in my WIPs for the longest time but here it is, finally ! I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Backstage babysitting

CW : Dad!Marshall - Fluff 💕

The hum of the backstage was a mix of tech chatter, the faint rumble of a bassline from rehearsals, and the occasional clatter of equipment. Marshall was hanging out backstage, trying to pass the time by thinking of ways to get back at Paul. His manager had convinced him to perform at the VMAs, arguing that the fans would really enjoy it and that it would be great promo for the album and, though he had agreed, he was starting to regret it. The whole thing seemed to be a logistical nightmare, with technical problems and rehearsals running late. He’d been waiting for nearly an hour and was left to his own devices, his manager having left to take some urgent call. He was leaning against a stack of sound cases, his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, arms crossed tightly across his chest, wondering why a show that was supposed to be a well-oiled machine felt like a rusty bike.

He checked his watch for the thousandth time, unable to hold the loud sigh that escaped him. He didn’t think of himself as particularly demanding, but if there was one thing that made him exasperated and frustrated, it was lack of professionalism. Just as he contemplated storming off to demand answers, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. A tiny figure toddled past, clutching a well-loved plush dinosaur that looked like it had been through its fair share of battles. Marshall's scowl softened instantly when he saw the little boy, who couldn’t have been more than two years old. The little one was toddling around, exploring, looking all around him, not paying any attention to what was in front of him, stumbling on a cable. Marshall’s dad instincts kicked in and he moved without thinking, catching the kid before he could faceplant into the floor. He knelt in front of him, holding him steady, and he could immediately tell by the little boy’s scrunched up face that he had quite a scare. He stared at him with wide, watery eyes, his bottom lip quivering.

« Hey, buddy, you okay? » Marshall asked, his tone softening. The kid didn’t answer, starting to sob. Marshall winced and held him, trying to reassure him. « You’re alright, bud. You just scared yourself, that’s all. Look, your dino is fine, yeah? » he said softly, before looking around, searching for the boy’s parents, but no one seemed to pay attention. The little one was clutching his dino plushy with one hand, and his hoodie with the other. « Who let you all by yourself, huh? » he sighed before scooping him up and settling him on his hip, starting to look around for whoever was in charge of child supervision, while the chaos around him continued. As a dad, it made him mad that anyone would be irresponsible enough to let their kid run around unsupervised, but the little guy wasn’t exactly showing signs of distress. He kept on looking around, mesmerized by the lights, unfazed to be held by a stranger. At some point, the boy turned his attention to him and smiled, his tiny hand reaching for the chain around his neck and he couldn’t help but smile back. « Pretty cool, huh? » he chuckled.

He looked around again as he walked up to a group of technicians when he heard a feminine voice ring out, sharp with panic. « Milo? Milo, where are you?! ». The boy straightened up and he immediately took the hint. « Milo, huh? I think someone’s looking for you » he hummed, before turning toward the sound. He immediately saw you, storming off the stage in a glittery outfit and full-glam. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? It seemed like your face and your voice were everywhere, these days, and your song, a strong contender for « Record of the year » was living in everyone’s mind rent free, what with the addictive beat and catchy lyrics.

When your eyes landed on the man holding your son, they widened in a mixture of fear and fury. « What the hell are you doing with my son, you freak?! » you shouted as you rushed towards them. Marshall stepped back instinctively, holding up one hand in surrender while the other still cradled the toddler. « Whoa, relax! I found him wandering around. He almost tripped on a cable. ». You snatched Milo from his arms and held him close. Your heart was pounding. It hadn’t been a minute since you had stepped off stage and noticed that your son and his babysitter were nowhere to be found, but it had felt like forever. « There you are, my love. God, you scared me » you hummed to Milo as you pressed a kiss to his temple. Then, you glanced at the stranger and froze. Eminem. You had just yelled at Eminem. « Sorry I freaked out » you apologized. « And sorry I called you a freak. I-I didn’t recognize you ». Your faces was flushed with relief and embarrassment. He chuckled and waved your apology off. «It’s fine. I get it. But you should probably think about having someone around to supervise him. He could have gotten hurt » he said quietly. « I have » you quickly retorted, almost offended by the implication, before looking around. « Though I suppose I should find a new one that won’t let him escape her notice » you hummed awkwardly, your heart still pounding from the intense choreography you’d just rehearsed and the scare. Marshall nodded and looked at Milo. « Yeah, he does seem sneaky, » Marshall chuckled. You let out a shaky laugh, shifting Milo on your hip as he buried his face in your neck while you looked at Marshall. For a split second, you lost yourself in his eyes and couldn’t help but notice how magnetic he was. Internet was right after all, the aura was unmistakable. He stared back at you, silence settling before you caught yourself. « I-I’m sorry. I’m, uh, I’m Y/N » you finally said. « I know » he replied in a low voice that made you blush. « Yeah? » you asked. « Yeah. Your song ruined my summer » he deadpanned and, for a brief moment, you didn’t get that he was joking. He must have caught your eyebrows furrowing, as he immediately clarified. « No, I mean. It’s good. I liked it. But it sure stays in mind » he hummed. « Oh. Thanks » you replied in a whisper.

There was a pause, as your eyes met again. Marshall couldn’t help but notice how your eyes sparkled, and you seemed to study him with equal intensity. There was something unspoken in the air, something thick. « So, » Marshall said, breaking the silence, « you’re rehearsing for the VMAs? ». You nodded, your expression softening. « Yeah. First time performing here. I’m kind of… on edge, trying to balance… well, everything » you replied, nodding at Milo. Marshall hummed and smiled. « Yeah, I’ve been there. But I’m sure you’re doing great. For what it’s worth, I heard you rehearse in the background and it sounded good » he complimented. You mumbled a thank, trying to fight back the heat creeping up your neck. You smiled at each other, and Marshall was about to say something when Milo tugged on your hair and handed Marshall his dinosaur. « Thanks, bud. That’s a really cool dino. Do you know what his name is? » he asked as he turned his attention to your son. « Dino, » your soon replied in an assured tone. « Well, your Dino’s actually a diplodocus,» Marshall explained softly. « Isn’t that a brachiosaurus? » you couldn’t help but ask. « Actually, no. It’s easy to confuse them, but the diplodocus is longer, when the brachiosaurus is much larger. And, uh, if you look at the tail-» he started to explain, gesturing to the plushy, before awkwardly quieting up. « But I suppose toy manufacturers are really accurate ». You let out a soft giggle and nodded. «True. But thanks for telling us. Didn’t think you moonlighted as a paleontologist » you joked. « I had a dino phase, growing up, » he hummed. You nodded, unable to fight back a smile. You were about to speak when his name was called for soundcheck. « That’s me. I mean, Paul is calling me. I should let you get back to, uh… Milo’s dad » he said, still staring at you. « No » you said without thinking, and he raised an eyebrow. « No? » he asked. « I mean, no, you can go, it’s uh… We’re not going back to his dad » you rambled, not too sure why. « Oh » he simply said and you caught him staring at your left hand, where no rock was on display. « Yeah… No» you hummed. « Ok » he replied, clearly trying to fight back a grin. « See you tomorrow » you said with a smile. « Tomorrow? » he asked. « If you’re rehearsing for the VMAs, it means you’ll be there, right? » you asked. « Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll be there » he hummed as he gave Milo his dinosaur back. « Bye, bud. Take care of your dino and your mom. And don’t run around, ok? ». Milo gave him a toothy smile and giggled, and Marshall stared at you. « Bye Y/N. I hope I’ll run into you » he said as he looked at you and started to walk towards the stage. « So do I » you assured him, silently vowing to do everything in your power to make sure it happened.

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