#eminem fluff

[luvm4thers]

Marshall Mathers Headcanons:

prompt: When he's deeply in love with you. 💕

⚠: fluff fluff fluff, healthy relationship, sfw. (at least for now) 🐇 a/n: thanks sm for the support on my first hc!! i really appreciate it<333

At the start he would feel overwhelmed by the feeling, as he had never experienced a healthy relationship before, much less one that was so loving or enduring. But he would cherish every single one of the feelings you make him have, wondering if perhaps that's actually how love is supposed to feel like.

You would be surprised the first time you see him smile, as he's unable to contain it when he's around you.

When you sit on his lap, he would sometimes wrap his arms around you as he rests his head on your back. You would feel him breathe slowly, as he's relaxed while cuddling you that way. Even being suspicious of the fact that he would sometimes fall asleep just like that, even though he denies that once you're out of his embrace.

Even if he doesn't say it, you know Marshall loves cuddling with you. His body language tells you everything once you caress his hair, his face or any part of his body. You can clearly see him relax as he reciprocates. Even going as far as closing his eyes sometimes, but only when you're not looking. Or, well... when he thinks you're not looking.

He would definitely be very possessive with you, as he wants you only for himself. Of course no other man is allowed to touch you, and he wouldn't hesitate to leave some hickies on your neck once in a while, as he loves the sight of his marks on your skin.

He would slowly reveal to you a very tender side of himself, one that you absolutely love to see.

He normally wouldn't like people on his studio as he's working, Marshall's work ethic is something that couldn't be bothered. Or at least that's what you thought, before he invited you over to his studio, to pass the night with him as he writes his lyrics. Something that clearly shows how much he loves you, as he's all up for making space for you in such an intimate place for him.

''I've never done things like these for another girl, I hope that shows you how fucking happy you really make me.''

You would tell him that you love him with a beard and without it too, that he looks gorgeous on every way, or that you love his beautiful blue eyes. He wouldn't know how to answer to all of your compliments, but the fact that he sometimes gets nervous about them, fidgets or hides a smile from some of them tell you that it's definitely making his heart flutter.

He loves to be playful but sweet at the same time, telling you how beautiful and desirable you are to him. He clearly enjoys the sight of making you blush or laugh.

The makeout sessions would be an absolute favorite for both of you. Marshall would love to give both passionate and sweet kisses to you, leaving little love bites and over all, just enjoying kissing all over you. Your face, body, neck, and any place possible. You would love him to see him so eager for kissing you, as you try to reciprocate as much of that as you can.

He wouldn't have good communication skills, or a lot of times, wouldn't know how to express his feelings correctly. But you know he's trying to be better for you, as he makes sure to remind you.

Certainly, he's not the best at being romantic. But as he wants to make you happy, he tries to ask Hailie for advice so she can tell him what kind of things you might like. He would end up gifting you things such as plushies, chocolates or bouquets.

He would totally make sure you're satisfied on all aspects, and will try to give you anything you ask for.

He would be very touchy, as he enjoys caressing every part of your body. Hugging you, having you on top of him, stroking your hair. He's all up for that.

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[shaylixie]

Can you please do headcanon of Em being with a girly/soft girl ?💗

Marshall Mathers Headcanons:

Being with a girly / soft girl.💗

Choosing a specific shade of pink for your nails.

Readily accepting your cuddles and falling in love with your cuddly nature, even if he doesn't go out of his way to show it.

Buying you the big, fluffy teddy bear with a red heart for Valentines Day because he knows how happy this cheesy gesture will make you.

Picking out your outfits for you - "Yo, babe. You should wear that dress today...y'know, the short one with the flowers."

The pure giddiness of seeing him in your soft, elegant, pink and white bedroom. Bonus when he stays over with you and he's surrounded by fluffy throw pillows and tucked under your pastel pink comforter, his tattooed arm sticking out.

Using your bath products the next morning because he forgot his and slept over spontaneously. Coming out of the shower smelling like fresh jasmine and strawberries.

Buying you the sweetest perfumes for special occasions. They always come in pretty, feminine bottles with the most elegant handwriting. Every spritz makes you feel like the princess you are. His princess.

Spoiling you with candles and roses all over the room on nights that he wants to be especially romantic. He knows how lovely candles are to you and how much you love sweet, fresh roses.

Holding you gently like the precious thing you are, but tightly enough against him that there's no space between the two of you. You don't complain.

Encompassing your hand in his; secretly melting at the feeling of your fingers playing with his own.

Doing face masks with you. His favourite is when you do clay masks because he goes out of his way to make you laugh and watch it crack on your face.

Matching your jewellery with his, with yours being the daintier version.

He's highly amused at your habit of not swearing, or trying your hardest not to use foul language. Part of him admires you for it. Most of him is entertained by it. He always tries to get you to slip up once or twice.

Seeing you in pretty silk night gowns and being driven crazy at the sight of you.

Slowly taking said night gown off of you, kissing down your neck and shoulder as he does it.

Seeing your pretty, delicate self under his hard, rough, masculine self. Or on top.

Kissing your forehead goodnight every night.

Finally knowing the meaning of "opposites attract."

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[therealcocoshady]

Hi coco I wanna try putting in a request

Marshall x fem reader

Marshall and reader have a child there 4 or 5 (boy or girl idc ) and marshal and reader are indulging in late night activities (18+) and there child wakes up screaming bc they heard y/n screaming . So they come running knocking on the door to see if she’s ok .

You don’t have to do this kinda a bad idea

Hey ! Thanks for your request ! I love your idea ❤️. I had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you enjoy reading !

The Monster

Eminem x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : Lily gets scared when she hears Reader screaming during sex. Her and Em need to come up with some explanation.

Tags : Smut - Fluff - Comfort

Warning : SMUT (P in V, use of toys, anal, oral, biting, squirting…).

Author’s Note : I decided to use the same characters as in the one shot « One more baby ? » because why not ?

Your daughter was finally in bed, which only meant one thing : it was on. Baby-making time. Ever since you had decided to try for another child, your evenings with Marshall were filled with… spirited activities. Your sex life had always been active, but trying for a baby had you ten times hornier than you usually were. Same for your husband. For the past two months, as soon as Lily’s bedroom lights were out, you couldn’t jump on each other fast enough.

Trying for a baby not only made you hornier, it also made you more daring, more creative, much to Marshall’s delight. He was definitely enjoying the many new lingerie sets you had bought, as well as the toys and accessories. Since you had Lily on your own, with IVF, you decided to have as much fun as you could as you tried to give her a sibling. New positions, games, accessories, toys… as long as he was cumming inside of you, everything was fair game.

You were ovulating and had been a horny mess since this morning. It didn’t help that your dutiful husband had decided to work from home, staying in his grey sweatpants that you found him so sexy in. Days like this, he would usually stay in his home office but, for some reason, he had decided to work in the dining room. You weren’t going to complain : at least you got to admire him.

It was the holidays so were taking care of Lily but you couldn’t help but throw longing glances at each other. Every time he got a chance, he would tease you, brushing against you, gently squeezing your butt… and you got right back at him, leaning and bending forward every time you were in front of him so that he could have a good view of either your ass or your boobs. You felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket.

From Husband ❤️ : Keep on teasing me like this and you’re not walking for the next week.

You flashed him a smile and « accidentally » dropped the pencils you were holding.

- Mommy, did you drop something again ? Lily asked in an annoyed voice.

- I did, baby, you replied as you tried to hide a smile. I guess I’m really clumsy today…

- Daddy always says that we should be careful with our things, your daughter reminded you.

- And Daddy is always right, Marshall added with a smirk. I swear, Lily is the only good girl around here…

You giggled and bent to pick up the pencils as your husband stared at you - or rather at your cleavage that also showed a hint of the lingerie set that was waiting for him. You saw him licking his lips. Obviously, black lace was always a good choice. You forgot where you were and eye-fucked each other for a second before being taken out of your trance by Lily.

- Daddy, will you come and draw with us ? She asked.

- I have work to do, sweetie, he said with a small pout. I’d love to draw with you but Paul is going to be very unhappy if I don’t review these contracts for tomorrow.

- Uncle Paul always gives you work, she complained as she rolled her eyes.

- True, he chuckled. Next time you see him, you tell him he needs to leave Daddy alone, alright ?

- Yes, she said. You’re my Daddy and I miss drawing with you.

You could see Marshall’s heart melt at these words. He threw a guilty glance at the contracts on the dining room table and you could tell he was tempted to drop everything.

- I really have to work, baby, he said. But if you let me work in peace, I can go quicker and then we can do something together, ok ?

- Ok, she said. Can we make pizza just the two of us tonight ?

- Of course, he said with a smile. We can cook for Mommy. I think she’s a little too clumsy to be in the kitchen today anyway.

You giggled and took your daughter to the living room to draw for a little bit. As the evening came, Marshall kept his promise and cooked with Lily. Pizza was her favorite thing to make with her Dad. The two of them always made a mess in the kitchen, but it made them so happy that it was worth it. When it was time for bed, she insisted that Marshall be the one to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story. She was clearly in her « Dad phase » and he was her favorite parent. You’d read it was normal so you didn’t worry much. Plus, it was fair : he was working a lot lately, so she probably missed him.

You decided to make the most of it and wait for your husband in the bedroom, only wearing your lingerie and high heels. With a 5 year-old, you didn’t wear your heels too much, but you knew how much Marshall loved the sight of your legs when you wore these red bottoms. You were searching for something in a drawer when you heard him enter the bedroom and lock the door. The familiar sound was always arousing to you. It was time to play.

- I have a bone to pick with you, Mrs Mathers, he said playfully in your ear as he stood behind you.

- Do you ? You giggled.

- You drove me crazy all day, he whispered. Time for consequences.

You were about to turn and face him when you felt his hands on the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over the dresser. He got closer to you until you could feel how hard he was. You couldn’t help but moan. After all, you had spent the whole day waiting for this moment. Little did he know that you were soaking wet.

- I could take you right here, he whispered in your ear.

- Please, you moaned.

- Not yet, he chuckled. Let me enjoy the view.

He ran his hands on your sides, your back, your legs, spilling kisses all over your body as you stayed in this position, all his to enjoy. He kneeled behind you and kissed your ass cheek before making your lace panties slide off your legs. He kissed your thigh, going higher and higher until you felt him kissing your pussy, from behind. You let out a soft moan as he ran his tongue up and down your slit. He slid a finger inside you, feeling how wet you were.

- For me ? He asked playfully.

- I was actually waiting for someone else, you couldn’t help but say.

He stopped and you felt a slap on your butt. Of course you had to run your mouth. It was going to be the death of you. You silently cursed yourself for making him stop what he was doing. You wanted his mouth and fingers back to your pussy, in their rightful place. He got up and whispered in your ear.

- Am I not enough ? He asked teasingly. Do you want more ?

- Marshall, you moaned. Please.

- No, he chuckled. I’ll give you more.

He opened the drawer next to you, where you kept your toys, and got your butt plug. He put it in your mouth, telling you to suck on it. When it was wet enough, he inserted it in you, before resuming his initial position and sliding two fingers inside of your pussy. His tongue worked his magic on your clit and you tried hard not to make too much noise. The sensation of the plug, his fingers and his tongue at the same time was sending you in overdrive. It was delicious. You thought you were about to come in no time but he seemed to have other plans.

- I’m not done with you yet, baby, he said. You teased me, now it’s my turn to have fun.

He just loved driving you crazy and you knew he got off on seeing you wrestle with your pleasure. Not that you were going to complain, mind you. After years of dating selfish men when it came to sex, Marshall was a breath of fresh air. You knew you had married the right man but, in that moment, you wished he would just pound into you and make you come already. Patience was definitely not your strong suit, and especially not when you were ovulating.

He grabbed your hand and pushed you on the bed, ass up, face down. In no time, he got rid of his clothes and he did not even bother undressing you. He just pushed your panties aside before entering you. His hip thrusts were painfully slow and you knew it was on purpose. However, you were not having it, so you rocked your hips in turn, owing you another slap on the ass. However, he indulged you and started moving faster. He reached for the plug and moved it a bit, causing you to whimper in pleasure. You were on verge of orgasm when he stopped again and laid down on the bed.

- Get on top, he said.

- You’re killing me, you groaned.

- Told you I’d get my revenge, he chuckled. Now, get on top before I leave you high and dry.

You were pretty sure he wouldn’t do this to you, but you were so needy that you weren’t willing to risk it. You were craving for release and he knew it. This gave your husband way too much power over you. He was smirking I when you got on top and lowered yourself on his length, taking all of it. The presence of the plug in your butt maximised the sensations and Marshall felt even bigger than usual. You moaned as you started moving, closing your eyes and chasing your high. Your man seemed to enjoy the sensations, too. He was usually a rather quiet lover but you could hear him whimper.

- God you’re so tight, he moaned.

- I’m close, you warned.

- Come for me.

Your movements started to become sloppy, much to your frustration. You were on the edge but couldn’t quite get there. You looked at Marshall. You didn’t have to say a word for him to understand you needed a bit of help.

- I got you, he said.

He reached in your nightstand and grabbed your Satisfyer. He turned it on and put it on your clit. Your body’s response was immediate. You were shaking on top of him and your soaked sex was clenching around his. It was so strong that you let out cries of pleasure. Marshall captured your lips in an attempt to shut you up, but to no avail. Your nails were digging in his chest.

- Fuck, he said as you felt him twitch inside of you, his release being imminent.

There were too many sensations at once for you to be able to think straight and control yourself. Every inch of you was stimulated. You let out screams of pleasure as you reached orgasm. You could feel your husband try and cover your mouth but you instinctively bit his hand. He pulled you close to him and your teeth found his shoulder as you kept on having spasms. It felt like never-ending waves of pleasure. You weren’t even sure if that lasted seconds of hours. Time and space had become vague concepts. All you could hear were your own sounds.

Your head was buried in Marshall’s neck as you came to your senses, both of you panting.

- Holy shit, you managed to mumble.

You were taken out of your zone by Lily screaming. Parental instinct kicked in and you stared at each other. « On it », Marshall said before hurrying into some clothes and out of the room. You quickly got out of bed and got rid of the sextoys before getting dressed as well. You were about to check on Lily and Marshall when you heard a knock on the door.

- Mommy ? Your husband asked. Can we come in ?

- Yes, you said.

He opened the door and you could see he was carrying Lily who seemed terrified.

- Mommy ! She cried.

- What’s wrong, my love ? You asked. Did you have a nightmare ?

- I heard you scream ! I’m scared…

You threw a glance at Marshall who was trying to hide a smirk. You never realised you could be this loud.

- It’s alright, you said as you walked to them and kissed her head. Everything’s fine, baby.

- Why did you scream, mommy ? She asked nervously.

- I was… scared, you said, trying to come up with a quick excuse.

- Of what ?

- Of the monster under the bed, Marshall tentatively explained. But don’t worry, I got rid of him.

She looked anxiously at her Dad, who have her a reassuring smile. The mark your teeth had left on his shoulder caught her eye and she looked at him anxiously.

- Did the monster bite you ?! She asked.

- What ? Oh uh… yeah, he said. I had to wrestle him. Scratched my chest too. But you should see him. He looks worse.

You let out a giggle. Thank God for his brain and quick thinking. Your daughter looked at you.

- Are you alright Mommy ? Did the monster bite you too ? She asked nervously.

- He didn’t, you said reassuringly. Thank God for your Dad. He’s a hero.

- I am a hero, Marshall said proudly.

Lily hugged him tighter and gave him a peck on the cheek.

- Thank you for saving my Mommy from the monster, she said. I’m proud of you, Daddy.

- Of course, he said with a big smile. I’ll never let anything happen to Mommy, or to you, or your sisters.

- Mommy… did the Monster pee on your bed ? Lily suddenly asked.

Marshall and you glanced at the bed. There was a huge wet spot, caused by a mix of squirt and sweat. You couldn’t help but blush. You might have had your most powerful orgasm ever, tonight, but you were definitely paying for it. You were absolutely mortified, while Marshall was trying really hard not to cry from laughter.

- I guess he did, you said sheepishly. That’s how scary Dad is.

- Why don’t we go downstairs for some water ? Marshall asked Lily. So that Mommy can sort the mess the monster made in bed.

- Yes, you do that and I’ll join you, you said.

- You should also open your window, Mommy. The monster stinks, Lily pointed out.

She wasn’t wrong. The room reeked of smells typical of sex : sweat, squirt, pheromones and God knows what else. Marshall chuckled and winked at you before carrying her downstairs. You opened your bedroom window and changed the bedsheets. When you joined them in the kitchen, they were eating ice cream. You frowned, as they both knew what you thought of having sugary snacks before bed.

- We’re having a celebration, Marshall grinned. We’re celebrating the defeat of the scary monster under the bed.

- Oh, you giggled. In that case, I won’t say anything.

Lily was sitting on Marshall’s lap. She still seemed a little freaked out. He talked to her reassuringly as she asked some questions.

- I don’t want to go back to bed, she whined. What if the monster comes back ?

- I beat him real bad, you know ? He pointed out. I don’t think he will be bad anytime soon.

- What if his family comes back for revenge ? She asked nervously.

- I’ll wrestle each and everyone of them, he said. Come, I’ll tuck you in.

As he carried her up the stairs, she started hiccuping again. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you. Her cries were heartbreaking. You were a little mad at yourself for scaring her with your screams. You joined and hugged the two of them.

- Can I sleep with you tonight ? She asked.

- Of course, you said. But just for tonight, ok ?

The three of you settled in bed and you were ready to turn the lights out when she started asking about the scary monster again. Both you and your husband kept on trying to reassure her but it didn’t seem to work too well. Marshall sighed and got up. You wondered what he was up to, but you quickly understood as he came back with his huge lightsaber replica from Star Wars, which served as decor in his home office that also doubled as a man cave.

- I thought it was not supposed to be taken from the wall ? Lily pointed out.

- Yeah… except in case of monsters, duh, Marshall replied with a grin. If anyone comes in here, I promise you they won’t last long.

Your little girl nodded and settled between you and Marshall. You kissed her forehead as she held your hand tightly. Your husband smiled at you and mouthed « I love you » before turning the lights off.

In the morning, everything was back to normal, though Lily still mentioned the monster. You weren’t too sure how to deal with it and you were a bit scared you had unlocked a new trauma… you were anxiously staring at Marshall, who proved (once again) to be a quick thinker and the real genius in the house.

- How about we call Lainie and ask her if you can have a sleepover at her house tonight ? He asked Lily.

- Why ? She asked.

- Well, I think Mommy and I should check the whole house for monsters tonight, he said as he winked at you. Just in case, you know ?

Author’s Note : I hope you enjoyed this short story ❤️. I really like writing with these characters (I think Marshall and Lily are so cute) so if you have any requests for them, please keep them coming 💖.

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[misskingshit]

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 summary: where he has an interest in a certain pop singer, and he doesn't try to hide it. note: believe me or not i’ve been listening hip hop since Im like 15 y/o, soooo why not do an M&M’s fic?? Let me know if u want part 2! xoxo

The lyrics of Mr Eminem's new song being mostly about you? That was something you definitely didn't expect.

I get so weak on my knees

Lose all control

Damn, her silhouette

So hot

Fuck bein’ a gentleman

I'm going to fuck her instead

The red carpet at the Grammys has always been a dream for you, you had already won a couple of awards, today... you were excited to be the presenter of one of them.

Best Rap Album.

To say you were excited is an understatement.

You've loved this genre of music since you were a teenager, Tupac, Fifty, Snoop...to name the most classics.

The camera flashes were the only thing you saw, accompanied by many voices that stunned your ears just by hearing your name.

"Y/N! over here!" A reporter called you, without hesitation, you approached.

"Hey how are you?" you asked with a big smile.

"Incredible! How are you? I imagine you're very excited for tonight" he smiles.

"Don't even mention it! I can't wait to call the winner on stage!"

"Do you think Eminem is nominated? He's been on everyone's mouth lately with his latest song..."

Here we go.

"Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be nominated, I mean, he's fucking Eminem, it would be like a sin if he wasn't, right?" You laughed a little awkwardly.

"What do you think about his last song, about his comments towards you? 50% of people are upset calling Eminem a degenerate..." you didn't let him finish speaking.

"Well...I really like him, I mean, I've always been his fan and it's an honor to be named in one of his songs. Plus I also think that...we all know how he's like, if you don't like his way to be, to think, to speak, the lyrics of his songs, just don't listen to it and that's it, problem solved, I don’t see the point in hating so much on something you can just...ignore" you laugh looking at the camera "Just take things more lightly, not everything is fighting and bad intentions."

You finished your conversation with said reporter and simply headed to your designated seat.

On the other hand, a certain blonde boy was also being attacked with questions regarding his controversial lyrics.

"She's here? Shit, I want to see her," the blonde rapper said, showing a small, very small, smile, turning his head around with the intention of catching some sign of the hot pop singer, you.

"Yes! In fact she will be the one to present the award for best rap album!"

"No shit! Damn man she's here" Em turned around and said to his best friend, Proof.

In a few minutes everyone finished settling into their seats and you both were surprised when you looked at each other, just a few seats away.

You were five seats to the right and three to the back, so you caught him every time he turned his head back a little to look and smile at you.

Until, soon...your moment had arrived, you got up from your seat to head backstage.

By the way, when you walked past the rapper, he didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

"And the Grammy goes to..." you created some tension "EMINEN!" You blurted out the name more excited than you should have.

The rapper's reaction might not have been very expressive normally, but he couldn't contain his smile when he knew who would be the one giving to him his award. The rapper and his friends got on stage and it was inevitable that you felt nervous as you watched him walk towards you, with a playful look, as if he knew what he generated in you.

"Congratulations," you whispered when he was close enough to you, taking the grammy as you felt the soft brush of his fingers against yours, he did it on purpose.

You didn't expect him to give you a hug.

"That's all I get?" He whispered back to you, keeping your faces close and your noses touching, his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him as if he didn't want to move away from you.

A great bustle from the public was heard, and it took them both out of the small cloud in which they were.

This was definitely going to stir the waters.

You both walked away, while you greeted and congratulated the rest of his friends (Proof winking at you in the process).

"Wow, shit, this is crazy, thank you so much to everyone who made the production of this album possible, Dr Dre, who always had my back, I will be forever grateful...and my god, damn, thanks to whoever the fuck is that put this beauty in that dress..." he turned to look at you and winked "Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen, the source of my inspiration for Heat Seeker"

Obviously, you blushed.

The entire audience was applauding, probably already starting to gossip among themselves about the little show between you and Eminem.

Like a gentleman he offered you his hand as he watched you walk down the steps of the stage with great caution. "Thank you," you whispered. “Any time” he smiles at you.

´Til the end of the awards you continued to connect glances from time to time, you also noticed how his friends bothered him every time he turned his head to look at you.

"Hey, Y/N! wait!" listen to yourself behind your back. "Hey," you looked at him softly, "whats up?" He shook his head quickly. "I just wanted to…I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but, I wanted to make sure that the song didn't offend you, it wasn't to upset you…" You interrupted his attempt to apologies "Don't worry, I understand it was just the song, I didn't take it personally, actually, I loved it" you laughed. "You did? I'm glad you're not like the rest and laugh instead of being offended." His attempt to hide his smile failed completely.

It just slips away from him.

Just with you.

A few seconds of silence took over the situation, though it wasn't uncomfortable, your eyes connected and you didn't seem to realize that you had been staring at each other. "Uhm, I was about to go to my hotel," you pointed behind you, "I was gonna change for the afterparty."

"Can I go with you?" He asked you, but before you processed the fact that he wanted to go with you to your hotel, he interrupted your thoughts "I mean, just so then we can go to the party together, if you want" he scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't even need to think about it "Yeah, I would like that" you smiled.

The two of you walked together towards your limo, captured by several cameras, so neither of you doubted that tomorrow you would wake up to a bunch of articles about how Eminem and Y/N left the Grammy's together. But none of you care about it.

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[smutty-books]

Hoodie Guy

Chapter 5

Eminem x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #getting to know you fluff #tooth rotting sweetness #soft marshall mathers #he needs to stop looking so damn fine #fucktard ex-husband #coffee!!! #marshall mathers #eminem imagine #eminem fluff

[sivyera]

Dating Eminem would include...

A/N: This is about young Eminem (90s)

CONTAINS: Fluff

WARNING: Bad grammar, sex mentions

He have big ego and he doesn’t care about what others think.

But he all the time care what you think. 

Your opinion is very important for him.

You’re the one person he fully trust. He trust you with his life.

He spoiled you so much.

He buys you everything you look at.

He buys you new clothes, new jewellery, new shoes, new phone just everything.

Very protective bf.

He buys you new clothes you, but he more like to see you in his clothes.

PDA is average.

Not cuz he’s ashamed on you, but cuz paparazzi are everywhere and he likes to keep his privacy in ‘’secret’’.

In public he will hold your hand or have his arm around your waist.

Sometimes kiss on the cheek or side of your head.

He is very jealous.

He trust you but he don’t trust the others.

You’re just so beautiful he can’t help but be jealous of some guys.

When he’s jealous he will grab you by the waist, pull you close to him and point his middle finger on the person he is jealous of.

When you two have sex, it’s rough.

Even when sex is rough, he’ll kiss every inch of your body.

He will admire every inch of your body.

Do not get me wrong he can be soft and go slowly If you want.

After rough sex is after care.

He’is king of after care.

He will make you warm bath.

He will massage your body.

He will whisper into your ear sweet nothings.

He will cuddle you all night.

Oh cuddling with him is other level.

In privacy he’s very clingy.

He would probably lay on your chest.

You will rub his head or play with the little really little baby hair of his.

He have buzz cut so it’s little hard to play with his hair, but it isn’t impossible.

He loves when you scratch his head.

He can’t sleep without you.

He’s the big spoon but when he have bad day or when he’s insecure he’s the small spoon.

He’s not insecure much and when he’s, he does good job at hiding it.

He’s insecure about that you will find someone better than him, someone who is more calm or who don’t have always paparazzi on their back.

I think he is the first who will say ‘’I love you’’ somehow he just let it out.

His kisses are very warm.

In public he just give you little peck on the cheek or lips.

In private he will suck your face (if you know what I mean).

But when he miss you he will give you soft passionate kiss.

When he’s in studio you’re always with him.

You’re usually sitting on his lap in studio.

Or he’s sitting on the chair, have his arms around your waist and head on your belly.

And you scratch his head.

He will hold your hand a lot.

He would intertwine your fingers together or just hold your pinkie.

In crowd he would make sure he hold your hand tightly.

He wrote a rap about you but that was only for your ears.

Even if it would drive the fans completely crazy, it’s just for your ears.

When you two get high you became the most crazy and chaotic duo.

Dark humor.

And humor that only you two understand.

He likes driving you around the city at night.

He will probably get tattooed your name on his arm.

He knows how much you like his scent so he always give you his hoodie.

Or one of his shirt.

Look I can’t describe how much he love you and how he admire you.

You’re light of his life.

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #young eminem #90s #90s music #rap #marshall mathers #marshall mathers x reader #marshall x reader #marshal mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #fluff #lots of love

[crazyinluvfix]

hey people x

i got an anon request for an eminem / marshall mathers oneshot recently and it was gonna be out this weekend !

but all of a sudden i’m really sick so it’ll probs be a few days late 💔 but here’s a summary anyways

summary: y/n had been incredibly involved in the lead up to her brother’s wedding to none other than eminem’s daughter. but while sulking that her little brother’s gotten settled down before she has, she meets none other than the father of the bride. she soon sees that he’s a lot more friendly than he seemed… and around her he was a lot less cool and collected. now it was the fiancés mission to set them up.

tryna build a little community on here so follow / comment and ily forever x

#marshall mathers #eminem #eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #current day eminem #marshall mathers in a suit ?? #only because hailie begged him #but he’s still wearing sneakers #hailie jade #fluff #50 cent #royce da 5'9 #snoop dogg #fic #oneshot

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Bonus Chapter!!!!

Marc Spector X OC

N O T E!!! This is a BONUS CHAPTER to my ongoing fic, Sunshine Startlight, Sweetheart, Brightside. You could read this without the full fic, but it's better with all the background. The fic is on a temperary pause still as I get situated in college, but I wanted to give everyone a lil half chapter as a thanks for all the support <3 takes place between chapter 17

Bonus Chapter Summary: Marc and Sam spend a lazy afternoon talking, playing, and fucking in bed.

All fanfic masterlist here I got lots of Moon Knight content, some Star Wars and Bruce Springsteen!

Warnings: Marc's childhood, fluffy, lil bit smutty, implied smut. pretend threating (it's just part of teasing I promise) Marc Spector listens to Eminem, Steven Grant watches Doctor Who. I will not be elaborating. Will be smutty in the sense of touching, dry humping, but the actual sex part is implied.

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“Okay, okay, first crush?” Marc asked, shirtless but wearing your oversized Bobs Burgers sweatpants. Marc, surprisingly, ended up liking the show. Steven wasn’t a fan.

“Uuuhhhh you’re gonna laugh at me…” Sam pulls the blanket up, covering her eyes.

Marc pulls it back down, kissing her forehead. “I would never laugh at you, Brightside”

Sam peeks her eyes out, looking at him “Okay… Anakin Skywalker when I was 8…”

He laughs.

Groaning, Sam tries to hide her face again, but Marc stops her, still smiling. “Please tell me it was little Anakin in that first one?”

Sam shakes her head, grimacing.

“Okay… the second one?”

“Attack of the Clones,” She corrected. “And no”

“So… the one where he turns evil?” He’s stifling a laugh now.

Sam turns over, burying her face in the pillow, muttering something he can’t hear.

Marc leans closer, not letting this go. “What was that, baby girl?”

He sits up, pulling Sam’s limp body off the pillow.

“Specifically the latter half of the movie.”

He laughs again, it’s so light and jovial, it makes her turn onto her back again, wanting to see him laugh. It was a rare sight, Sam soaks it in. 

Wanting to keep him smiling, she continues. “8 year old me really looked at him murdering a bunch of kids my age and said ‘He’s perfect’”

Marc grins wider and another chuckle escapes him. “Wow, that… explains a lot about you…” He tries to not laugh at Sam, but the idea of his sweet girlfriend who works with kids loving a genocidal child murderer was so odd to him. Always surprises with her.

Sam sits up, facing him on the bed “Okay, mr. judgy, who was your first crush?” 

Marc puts his hand on his bare, caramel chest and looked wistfully out the window. “Rachel Rosebaum, Hebrew school, first grade.”

Feigning indignance, Sam asked “Should I be worried about her?”

“Yeah, probably.” He shrugs, trying to hide his smile.

Sam tackles him back to the bed “Hey!”

“What?” He throws his hands up defensively. “She was my first girlfriend, I’ll always have a soft spot.”

“Oh, you dated, did you?”

“Yeah, for 2 weeks”

“Wow, intense.”

“Very. My mom even-” Marc stopped, hesitating.

Sam softly carded her fingers through his hair. “It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it.”

“No it’s fine, it was… it was before-” Before she hated me. “When things were good. She invited Rachel and her family over for dinner, but my dad and her’s got into some theological debate and they left before dinner even started.” Sam was laying on his stomach, feeling his belly laugh. “She didn’t come over again. A very Jewish end to a relationship” He was smiling, despite talking about his family, but he shifted the conversation before it went further. “What about you?”

“Hm?” Sam looked up at him.

“Who was your first boyfriend?” Marc clarified

Sam blushed, turning her focus back to tracing Marc’s arm muscles. “You actually can’t laugh about this one.” She was smiling, but she was serious.

Playing with her hair, Marc encouraged her on.

“Okay, my first boyfriend was Steven.”

Marc shifted to look at Sam, catching her eyes. “Really?” 

She smiled up at him. “Yeah.”

“Nothing in high school or college?”

“No, guys were only interested in sex with me. Most of them didn’t really want to get to know me, and the ones that did were more interested in the attention I gave them. I was the emotional girlfriend, but they didn’t want to actually date me. Closest I came was my senior prom date, but that ended badly too.” Sam cringed but smiled.

“Oh? How did that end?”

Sam moved up, laying her head on Marc’s chest. “It was like a teen movie, we had this great night and I was going to tell him I loved him. He’s the only person other than you and Steven I actually loved. But, alas!” You waved your hands dramatically and felt a small laugh in Marc’s chest. “He left prom to go meet up with another girl.”

Marc sat up quickly, making Sam roll down to his lap. “Are you serious?” He looked mad.

Sam looked up at him, slightly disoriented “It’s okay starlight, it was…” She mentally did the math. “Wow I guess it was 8 years ago. But yeah it was pretty dramatic. Chris was there with one of my friends, they’ll tell you it was dramatic as hell. Yelling and crying in this crazy poofy dress, Gone With the Wind style.” She joked, trying to relax him. “I’ll show you the dress when we get to my parents.”

He looked at you, bewildered. “Has every person you ever met, fucked you over?” There was sadness in his eyes.

“Oh honey,” Sam sat up, straddling his lap and taking his face in his hands. “No, just the men.” You joke, but Marc frowned. “Sorry, that was a joke baby. No, I’ve actually been very blessed with my friendships, and with you and Steven and Chris, Teresa. It’s just a handful of shitty people.” Marc was looking over her shoulder, deep in thought. Sam turned his focus to her again “What are you thinking about, Starlight?”

“Just… all these years. I wish I had found you sooner. I wish I could’ve kept you safe.”

“Honey, you’re 10 years older than me. The ages wouldn’t exactly work out.”

Marc thought about this. If he had seen a 17 year old when he was 27, he wouldn’t have looked at her twice. “I promise, I wasn’t always alone. I had Chris growing up, Jess and Elena in college, now I have them and you and Steven. You’re here now, that’s what matters. I’m safe, I’m happy, I’m loved.”

Marc tilted her head to kiss her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. “Always looking on the bright side, aren't you?”

Sam deepened the kiss, rocking her hips on his lap. “That’s my name, pretty boy” she felt him stir through her leggings

“How are you feeling, baby?” Her hours were a little different on break and he wanted to check in how she was feeling after a busy day. Marc and Sam had been going at it all after noon, and she fucked Steven this morning before work. 

She kissed his cheek, “Like I’m a space bound rocket ship and your hearts the moon, and I can’t live without you.”

Marc pushed Sam backwards on the bed, pinning her by the shoulders. “Oh no, don’t you start quoting Eminem at me, if Eminem lyrics apply to our relationship, something is wrong.” He wraps his hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her.

She grinned up at him “Oh come on, it’s a cute line!”

Marc looks at her with a straight face. “Honey, he kills her in the song.” He dead pans.

She rolls her eyes as he kisses her temple and into her hair. “Okay, fair point. Surely, theirs a nice, romantic Eminem song” Sam teases sarcastically.

“Hmmm” Marc considers pulling her tank top down to kiss lower. “Maybe Love the Way You Lie?” 

Sam grabs the hand on her neck, which Marc immediately removes. She takes the opportunity to wrap her legs around him and roll over, taking him with her. With Sam on top, she holds his hands to the bed. “He kills her in that one too!” Sam grinds on top of him, teasing him enough to feel him getting hard. She couldn’t help herself, he was so vulnerable under her; she started tickling his side.

Marc tries to smack her hands away, but she’s relentless.

“It’s only a threat, Brightside.” Marc picked her up by her waist, tossing her off him and towards the wall. He pinned her hands above her head and straddled over her knelt knees, preventing any movement. Sam tries to kiss him, to move her body on him, get a reaction, but she has no range of movement. Marc smirked at him, thinking he won. He started to tickle her. She wasn’t going to let him win. “Steven!” She calls.

“Don’t you dare!” He warns her, Steven was elsewhere in the headspace. He giggles, his free hand tickling her more in an attempt to make her stop talking.

She doesn’t listen. “Steven! Marc is threatening me!”

Steven took over, but he clearly didn’t buy Sam’s pleas. He kept her pinned to the wall. “What did you do sweetheart?” He smiled, but his eyes roamed over her body in the tight clothes.

“I didn’t do anything I swear!” but she couldn’t hide her smile. “Let my hands go, I have absolutely no ulterior motives!”

Don’t do it Steven! She’s trying to tickle me!

“How did he threaten you, darling?” Steven pretended to be sympathetic.

Sam pouted over-dramatically. “He said he was gonna tie me to the bed and set the house on fire, like the Eminem-Rhianna song”

Steven rolled his eyes “Oh god, Sam, I don’t know why you two insist on listening to that shit.” He kissed her, keeping her unable to do more than lean into the kiss, and he spoke out loud to Marc. “Well Marc, what’s your defense?” She started it! She was quoting Eminem first! Steven looked back at Sam, “Now sweetheart, Marc says you started it.” Steven pretended to chastise her.

She looked guilty. “Well… maybe…”

“That’s it, I’m banning Eminem!”

“No!”

“Too late! Eminem ban is effective today!”

“Steven noooooo” Sam wiggled, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Have fun with Marc, love.” He kissed her lips. “I’ll see you this evening.”

“Steven wait!” But he was gone.

Marc returned “Look what you did!” He scolded Sam, then turned to the side to yell at Steven. “If you ban Eminem, I’m banning Doctor Who.” Not happening mate.

“Marc noooo! Why do I have to suffer?” She pouts.

He cocks and eyebrow at her. “This is your fault! And yes, Steven, Doctor Who is banned.” Nope! I’m leaving bye! “Steven wait! God damn it.” He turned back to Sam, his arm getting tired. “You just haaaaaaad to get Steven!” He tried to act serious, but the smile was quipping up at his lips.

“You tried to tickle me!” Sam defended.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes “You literally tickled me first. And now” he smirked “I’m gonna punish you.”

Sam bites her lips, grinning. “Ohhhh, Marc!”

“Aht aht aht!” He shakes his head, fingers carefully running over her stomach. “Not like that, you like that shit too much.”  Marc starts to tickle her side again.

“Ah! Marc, wait!” 

He pauses, listening.

“If I can get Steven to lift the ban, will you punish me the way I like?” Sam pouted, making her eyes as big and innocent as possible.

Marc considered her offer. He finally dropped her arms, both arms wrapping around her waist and moving up to cup her breasts. “Hmmm… I could be convinced… How you gonna win him over though?”

Sam reaches down to feel Marc’s cock through the pants, making him twitch in her hand. “I think I have a few ideas…” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t make me try Jake next.”

No way in hell was he letting Jake take over with her hand on his dick. Marc moans at her grip, throwing her back down to the bed. “Mmmm, okay, deal.” He pushed her tank top up, revealing her breasts to him. “You gonna be good for me, Brightside?” He took her in, spread out and open for him, her hair extra red in the burn of the setting sun. He couldn’t wait to pull it.

Sam gripped his ass in her hands, pulling his pelvis to grind on her. “I’m gonna be so good for you, Starlight.”

Marc kissed into her neck, smelling her hair. “I know you will, pretty girl, I know you will.”

@ahookedheroespureheart @kr-mlk @mt2sssss @cherryvalentine1

Reblogs are the only way these really get shared so it would mean the world if you reblog this, but also leaving a comments warms my lil emo heart!!

#marc spector fluff #marc spector fanfic #marc spector moon knight #marc spector smut #marc spector #marc spector oc #marc spector reader #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant #steven grant reader #steven grant is a whovian #marc spector listens to eminem #i wont be elaborating #tell me im wrong #moon knight fluff #moon knight smut #moon knight

[powerbottomeminem]

Love Is Ǝvil #91

Marshall is making a lunch box for Nicolas. It doesn't go his way.

A quick preview:

91 So Full Of Joy, Boy, Am I Absurd?

Steam rose from the pot in a little white cloud and foam collected on top of the water. It wasn’t boiling any longer, Marshall looked on quite doubtful. The timer counted down the last couple of minutes, then the rice should be done. It didn’t really smell like anything, that didn’t raise confidence. He wasn’t a fan of rice, it never tasted like anything.

You’re a fan of being a sex doll, little gay looking boy. I’m so proud of you, finally you’re accepting the real you. I’m gonna shed a tear, they grow up so fast. He was almost forty years old for fuck’s sake, his sex doll days were long behind him. And they weren’t anything to be proud of to begin with.

Besides, there was something unsettling about the dream. He had turned into literal plastic, unable to move or speak or even think. You don’t need to think, your brain is deadweight. You need your holes open, and such a shame you’re short one. You’ll be perfect all holes.

At least Nicolas had liked it, dream-Nicolas anyway. With a sudden yearning for his boyfriend, Marshall pulled his phone from his pocket and opened the messages app. He wrote: rise and shine, buttons! xoxoxo what ya doing today? With a smile he hit the send button. They had come such a long way, by now this little routine had formed around their habits and living conditions. In the first hours of the day Marshall would send a quick good-morning text, through his sobriety he had become an early bird. Plus he had school children to wake up on most days. On the other hand, Nicolas sent cute good-night texts, always up long through the night because of work. Often Marshall couldn’t sleep and Nicolas …

- continue on Ao3 -

#writeblr #am writing #fanfic #gay romance #family fluff #love is evil fanfiction #ingenius update #ao3 link #eminem #50 cent #cooking is hard

[luvm4thers]

hey! can u write a headcanons about being married to marshall? ur writing is amazing btw

Marshall Mathers HCs:

prompt: You're Mrs. Mathers. 💍💖

⚠: a LOT of fluff, feels, happy marshall

request: yes!!

a/n: thank u so so much for the support!! <'3

hope you like it! i loved writing this one ♡

After years of being together as a couple, you never expected him to propose to you, knowing his views on marriage. You always made sure not to rush him, but he surprised you.

He would choose the prettiest ring he could find for you. One that suits you perfectly, the price wouldn't matter. He just would make sure that his love shows through it.

"Y'know I said I would never let anyone into my heart like this again… But you, baby, you're the one I wanna keep for the rest of my life, and I know I'm risking it, but you're so fucking worth it."

You would see his eyes sparkle like never before. His attitude might not change too much, but you would see the raw emotion show on his face.

You will never forget the kiss he gave you on that wedding day. Once he was able to have your lips, finally being married to you, he carried you into his arms bridal-style and kissed you like never before, for everyone to see. You could feel the intense passion and love brewing from it, and that would be something that both of you would never forget.

Of course he would be very scared to lose you. Even if he knows you love him, he doesn't want to fuck things up. He would try to maintain that fear as calm as possible to make things right.

So many emotions at the same time will have him fidgeting at the start. He wouldn't be used to feeling so happy and fulfilled on a marriage, but he would let you know how much he enjoys that feeling at your side.

Marshall won't ever give you a dull moment. He's always been rough but soft, passionate but loving. Tender but hard. And that's exactly what you're going to get.

When he's pissed off he normally wouldn't hesitate to go to his studio and take all that anger out as inspiration. But sometimes, he would accept your hugs and caresses as a form of comfort. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he would love the feeling of being comforted by you.

Marshall and you cuddling a lot as you two sleep. Yes, he would love hiding his face on your neck, grabbing your hips, hugging your figure or having you sleep on top of his body. Everything that is physical contact, as long as he has you close, that's enough to have him sleeping peacefully.

You would find lyrics on his studio about you. Marshall would surely write about you, even if feeling too embarrassed to tell you about it.

As he knows what things you like, he might take that in consideration for gifts. Special little things like giving you your favorite flowers, realizing if you're really craving something, over all, trying to be a good husband for you.

You pray that no one's talking shit about you after the news come out, because you just know Marshall IS going to diss every motherfucker who tries to mess with you.

Compliments, compliments.

"You got not only my heart, but Shady's heart too, babydoll. You gonna know how it feels to love us both."

You going shopping with Hailie, Alaina and Stevie. That would probably happen, as he would make sure they know you and accept you.

If he was already very touchy, now it's probably going to be worse.

#marshall mathers headcanons #eminem fluff #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #eminem #marshall mathers

[shaylixie]

Eminem giving reader princess treatment (i feel like he wouldn’t even realise it💀) and everyone around them reacting to it, even online

Marshall Mathers Headcanons:

Him treating you like a princess.💕✨️👑

Kissing the back of your hand.

Always opening the door for you and stepping aside.

Taking your hand as you step out of the car.

Hugging you from behind with his hands splayed out on your lower stomach, kissing the back of your ear and your neck.

Taking your heels off for you after a long day.

Absentmindedly massaging your feet while you rest them in his lap and talk to him about your day.

Buying you sweet little gifts that make him think of you and that he thinks you'd like.

Carrying all the bags whenever you go shopping.

Paying for you.

Calling you "Princess." It started sarcastically but stuck when he noticed how giddy the nickname made you.

Spontaneously buying you flowers, "just because."

Carrying your heels for you after a night out and tying the backup sneakers he brought for you just for this moment.

Kissing you everywhere always because he can.

Cuddling you whenever he gets a chance.

Basically, he just can't keep his hands off of you.

Plans dates for the two of you.

Goes out of his way to drop you off at work and pick you up when he can.

Carries you over puddles just to make you laugh at the dramatic cheesiness of it.

Making it a point to fasten your necklace on you, brushing the nape of your neck as he drapes your hair to the side.

Being obsessed with you.

Surprising you with soaps & perfumes & body scrubs & face masks & lotions that he thinks you'll love...and that he wants to smell on you.

Resting his hand on your knee.

Being so so so in love with you.

eminemnews

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eminemnews Eminem spotted with Chanel and Lush bags - most likely for his rumoured girlfriend.

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shadystan I never thought I'd see the day where Eminem is seen carrying Chanel of all things 😆

slimisshady don't forget the Lush 🤣

marshalllovesme You can just tell he treats her like a princess!! 😩😍

50cent @eminem oh boy u whipped whipped! 😆🤝

#eminem imagine #eminem headcanons #eminem fluff #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #marshall mathers fluff #eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #shay's requests

[therealcocoshady]

Hi coco!

Can you do a one shot about a younger actress reader?

There is a tiktok going viral about her saying that she likes older men and another where she is looking at marshall at an event with "fuck me eyes"?

Reader freaks out when marshall just slides into her dms but later they are spotted together at the paparazzi?

I just find it cute and awkward 💀

DADDY’S SPAGHETTI 🍝

Eminem x Young Actress Reader

Synopsis : You are a young actress whose crush on Eminem becomes public. You are mortified about it… until he slides in your DMs.

Author’s Note : I absolutely LOVED this request, I had to give it a go ❤️. I was inspired and I swear I never wrote anything that quickly. It is short and sweet and I hope you enjoy it. ☺️

You thought you were done being publicly embarrassed. Yet, life was proving you wrong. As an actress who had her start in her teenage years, you weren’t a stranger to embarrassment. From awkward casting calls to stupid deaths on TV, it was practically part of the job. However, as your career evolved, you thought it would go away. After all, you were now in a better position, able to choose the projects you were involved in and you had garnered the respect from your peers and the industry. Even the media had become more kind towards you. In a matter of years, you had gone from the awkward teen movie star to well-respected actress, and you were able to look back fondly to your early years. You even joked about how awkward you were, back then. The last thing you expected was for it to start all over again. 

You were walking the red carpet for the premiere of your latest movie, your biggest project to date. It was truly the highlight of your career : a role created specifically for you, a movie directed by someone you admired, a beautiful story told on the big screen… You had gotten your fair share of praise in the past, but you knew this was going to be your « big break ». Behind the scenes, everyone had praised your performance and told you it was « Oscars material ». You didn’t know if that was true or not, but you were on cloud nine nonetheless. When you walked the red carpet at the premiere, in a custom Elie Saab gown, everything felt right and you weren’t even stressed out when you answered the questions of a few journalists present. 

You look truly amazing, tonight, one commented. Who are you wearing ? 

Thank you ! This is a custom Elie Saab, I feel like a princess. I sort of had to dress up for this beautiful event, you replied as you tried to shift the focus on the movie. 

This is your biggest role to date, another said. How do you feel about the movie ? Have you seen it ? 

I’ve seen bits and pieces. But I’m going to discover the whole thing tonight, you said with excitement. I’m very confident. Filming with such a director was an honor and I know that the result will be great. I can’t wait for everyone to see it ! 

One thing that everybody is really excited about is the soundtrack, too, a third journalist chimed in. Eminem was involved. Have you heard the theme song yet ? 

I haven’t, you said. But it’s Eminem so I know it’s going to be absolutely fantastic ! I can’t wait to hear it ! 

You sound like you like his work. Have the two of you met ? They asked. 

Oh, I’m his biggest fan, you said with a huge smile. His music’s the soundtrack to my life ! But no, I haven’t met him… 

Tonight’s your chance, they joked. He is over there. 

They pointed to him and Eminem was, indeed, a few feet away from you. He had been a celebrity crush of yours for years and you were absolutely starstruck. He was even more attractive than in pictures ! You couldn’t help but stare. This man was oozing charisma and commanding attention. You didn’t even notice that you were looking at him with « fuck me » eyes and licking your lips. For a brief instant, you completely forgot where you were, until you heard your name being called, signaling that you had to keep walking and enter the screening room. That night, you didn’t get a chance to meet your idol, though. As the lead of the movie, people kept on coming over to you and talking to you. It was probably for the best, too. You had been starstruck enough on the red carpet ad you did not trust yourself to have a pleasant exchange with him. 

Of course, the video of you thirsting over Eminem went viral. It would have been kind of cute if other clips hadn’t surfaced. There were videos from years ago, of you talking about having a crush on him - God, you really didn’t have a filter, back then - and especially one interview where you were candid about being attracted by older men. 

What’s your type when it comes to men and dating ? The journalist asked. 

I like mature, older men, you said candidly. I’m not really attracted to people my age. 

Any physical features you’re attracted to ? 

Oh, it’s typical, you know, you giggled. Dark hair, blue eyes… I like a nice beard, too. 

So basically… Eminem ? The interviewer playfully asked. 

Oooof… You have no idea, you replied with a grin. 

Isn’t he… Old enough to be your Dad, though ? 

Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind calling Marshall Mathers Daddy, you giggled. 

At the time, this interview didn’t make much noise. It was for an indie podcast and, seeing as you weren’t too famous at the time, it sort of flew under the radar. It was kind of a harmless joke and a nod to your thirst for him, which all your friends were very much aware of. However, the video resurfaced after the viral red carpet clip, and people were quick to make edits, soberly titled « Y/N thirsting over Eminem over the years ». Your friends jokingly forwarded them to you and you know they were being playful, but to you, it was everything but fun. You were absolutely mortified. Having a crush on him was one thing, but there was a literal video of you staring at him like you were in heat. So much for being a classy movie star… 

The nail in the coffin came when Marshall was interviewed and asked to react to the video of you thirsting over him. He seemed genuinely surprised, leading to think that he wasn’t aware of the clip before the interview. All in all, he didn’t say much, he just described the whole thing as « flattering » and quickly went on to praise your performance in the movie : « We didn’t actually meet, but I saw the movie, which I worked on the soundtrack for, and she is really amazing in it. Really talented. ». Thank God, he didn’t add to your embarrassment. Your friends were going crazy over this « Come on, Y/N, he said he was flattered and that you’re talented ! That’s cute ! You should DM him or something », they encouraged you. However, you didn’t. He was clearly just being classy and not publicly embarrassing you - you did that on your own anyway. 

A few days later, however, you had the biggest surprise of your life : a DM from him on Instagram. At first, you thought it was a fake account and didn’t pay it much attention but it was clearly him, verified account, blue tick and everything. You were nervous to open it and you almost didn’t want to. What would he say to you ? Most likely something along the lines of « Please don’t mention me ever again, that’s awkward, you’re awkward and your filmography is trash anyway». It actually took you a couple of days to muster the courage of opening it. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything horrible. Quite the contrary, actually. He was in LA for the week and wanted to know if you’d have dinner with him. You were terrified and freaking out, but also excited. At first, you were reluctant - what if you embarrassed yourself ? But ultimately, curiosity got the best of you and you accepted. Surely, if he asked you to have dinner with him, it couldn’t be that bad, right ? 

A couple of days later, the two of you went for dinner and joined at SoHo House in West Hollywood. Due to both of your fame, a members-only social club was a safe pace that allowed for privacy. You were nervous, at first, and some paranoid part of your brain was scared that it would be a complete disaster, but it was the contrary. He introduced himself as Marshall and was an absolute gentleman and a sweetheart. He mentioned he had seen a lot of your movies and described himself as an admirer of your work. The whole evening, conversation flowed easily between the two of you. He put you at ease and was one of the most interesting persons you had ever met, knowledgeable on a lot of subjects and funny as hell, too. You weren’t too sure, but it also seemed like he was subtly flirting with you, though you didn’t want to get in your own head and make assumptions. He was so chill that you weren’t star struck anymore, but you were still reasonably impressed and too scared to flirt, so you simply enjoyed conversation with him. You were usually scared to meet people you admired, afraid that you’d have a terrible interaction with them that would taint your perception of their work, but the whole dinner was heavenly and you were so glad he DMed you. In his company, time seemed like a foreign concept, so much so that you had to be kicked out of the club’s restaurant, since you were the only customers left and it was 2 in the morning. 

I can’t believe we’ve been here for six hours already, you giggled. Time really flew by. 

It did, he said with a smile. I’m really glad we did this, Y/N. 

Me too, you said shyly. 

You were in the lobby, about to part ways, and your heart was beating fast. The way he spoke your name had you feeling all the feels and you didn’t really want the moment to end. He was staring at you intently while you were nervously biting your lip, trying not to say something awkward that could ruin the night. « Don’t be that person, Y/N », you thought to yourself. 

Thank you for coming, he said. When you didn’t reply to my DM, I thought you didn’t really want to meet. But I had a really great time tonight. 

Yeah, sorry I… I actually took a few days to open your message because I was scared, you confessed. I mean, we haven’t addressed the elephant in the room tonight, but I did kind of make a fool of myself on the red carpet. And when you wrote, I was kind of nervous. 

You didn’t make a fool of yourself, he said reassuringly. Nothing to be embarrassed about. It was kind of adorable. 

No need to sugarcoat it, you said nervously. You’ve seen that video of me thirsting over you… 

I have, he said as he got closer to you. I’m pretty lucky… 

A-Are you ? You asked nervously. 

Yeah… Thank God they didn’t catch me staring at you the whole night of the premiere, he continued. Because I literally couldn’t take my eyes off you. You’re gorgeous. 

Oh ? Uhm… I mean… The glam team really did a good job, you babbled. And the stylists, too. 

They really did, he said with a smile as he got even closer. You were stunning. 

I mean, it was a lot of work for me to look good, you know ? I mean I normally look like tra-… I mean, not trash but you know it’s… 

There you were. Embarrassing yourself. There was only so much time you could spend in his intoxicating presence without making a fool of yourself and, apparently, it was six hours. He was smiling and you nerves were getting the best of you. You didn’t drink too much at dinner and you couldn’t even blame it on the cocktails. Just your dumb brain making interactions awkward. Thank God the lobby was dimly lit, otherwise, he would have seen your face turn bright red. You cheeks were burning from embarrassment. 

I-I’m sorry, you said. I’m not good at talking to hot people. I mean you’re… Oh my God, why can’t I shut up ? I’m sorry, it’s late and -

I’ll help you, he chuckled as he cupped your face and kissed you. 

The kiss was soft and romantic and you could feel him smile into it. He had one hand stroking your cheek while the other one was on your waist, pulling you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and fully leaned into the kiss as your lips parted ways, allowing his tongue to caress yours. Thank God it was late and you were the only people there, having some sense of privacy while the kiss got more and more passionate. When he broke the embrace, Marshall grabbed your hand and pressed his forehead to yours. 

Would you like to come to my room ? He asked with a smile. 

Ok, you nodded - still a bit dizzy from the kiss. 

In the elevator, you kissed hungrily and there was absolutely no doubt as to where this was headed. You usually weren’t the kind of girl to sleep on the first date, but your five-date policy was thrown to the fire. Marshall was way too hot, way too charismatic. Also, you’d fantasized about him long enough to make an exception. If every wet dream of yours he had inhabited over the years counted as a date, this was actually overdue. You made it to the room and quickly ended up on the bed with him on top of you, nipping at the sweet spot in your neck. 

Marshall, you moaned. 

You meant « Daddy », right ? He asked with a smirk. 

You stared at him with your mouth open, almost embarrassed as you remembered your comment about how you wouldn’t mind calling him Daddy. Your shocked expression made him laugh and he didn’t give you time to reply. Instead, he captured your lips and ran his hands under your blouse. That night, you did end up calling him « Daddy », as well as screaming his name while he ravished you in every way possible until the both of you passed out from exhaustion. 

The next morning, as you woke up in his arms, you weren’t too sure what to do or say, wondering if that was a one time thing or not. However, you weren’t confused for too long as Marshall asked you on another dinner date. You saw each other as much as possible for the remainder of his stay in California. It was meant to be casual, at first, but it quickly became more and, even though the two of you were busy, you tried to make it work. Whenever he came to LA to work with Dre, he would stay at your place and, as soon as you had free time, you flew to Michigan to spend time with him. It was only a matter of time until rumors started to emerge about the two of you, though you were careful not to be spotted together. 

DADDY’S SPAGHETTI : Y/N SPOTTED IN DETROIT. 

Oscar-nominated actress Y/N was spotted in Detroit last week. She was seen grabbing a takeout order from Mom’s Spaghetti on Woodward Avenue. Through the years, Y/N has been quite vocal about her love of Eminem, but it seems like she’s doing more than supporting the Rap God’s business venture. The hoodie she was wearing does look a lot like the one Eminem was wearing a few days earlier when he was spotted attending the Lions game. Last time she walked the red carpet, Y/N was seen thirsting over the Detroit rapper. Is there a chance they could appear at the Oscars together ?

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #eminem imagine

[jayjj7]

Study with me?

synopsis

exams are coming up and you desperately need help. after failing your midterms and burning yourself out you decide to distract yourself but someone in class catches your eye after dyeing their hair. your friends are trying to help. key word, trying

parings

yunjin x reader, wlw, smau, non-idol au, college au

contains

le sserafim, newjeans, intended lowercase, swearing, misspellings probably, fluff, angst,EVERYTHING IS FICTION

chapters

accounts : five nights at eunchae’s , newjorts

1. whoops..?

2. cafe time !!

3. grind time

4. HELLOOO???? (written)

5. devious creature

6. eminem (HALF WRITTEN)

7. behind the scenes

8. the fall of yunjin

9. coincidence?

10. communication

11. planning planning planning (HALF WRITTEN)

12. sleepover

13. it’s happening

14. study date?

15. mixed feelings

16. bonus

17. thinkin bout you

18. frank ocean

19. puppy (written)

20. sweet victory

21. build up

22. debrief

23. party? (half written)

24. party!! (half written)

25. screw this party (half written)

26. too drunk to care

27. comfort

28. damn

29. healing

30. distance

31. no attention

32. evil

33. i’m sorry (half written)

34. green tea (written)

35. mine all mine

36. again?

37. end

#le sserafim #yunjin #yunjin x reader #kazuha #sakura #eunchae #chaewon #new jeans #newjeans minji #newjeans haerin #newjeans danielle #newjeans hanni #newjeans hyein #kpop smau #smau #wlw #kpop

[forbidden-sin-bin]

Wearing the Glasses

(Eminem x Reader Hc’s and drabbles)

Rated: G

Warnings: Very slight mentions of sexual urges but nothing explicit. 

Tags: Fluff, tooth rotting fluff, slice of life, drabbles, headcanons, no beta we die like men, author has no idea what they’re doing, author has ADHD, glasses kink(?), guys with glasses are extremely sexy and in this essay I will-

Notes: Yes I completely blame it on the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame ceremony for this idea. And as I post this… HAPPY SLIGHTLY BELATED 15 YEARS OF SOBRIETY EM

—-

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve known or been with him, seeing him wearing his glasses is not an uncommon sight. Especially when he’s reading or writing lyrics.

And lemme tell you, he does the latter. A lot. 

You’ll often catch him writing intently into his notebook with half-lidded eyes, occasionally halting to replay the word flow in his head while his hand motions in his signature style.

It’s oddly hypnotizing, despite being such a common occurrence. You find yourself stopping whatever you’re doing and watch him with awe. 

Eventually he’ll catch you staring at him with an entranced look on your face and raise a brow at you. 

Once he figures out your attraction to him wearing glasses, he’ll never let you live it down. 

Leaning down to brush his nose with yours and suddenly you’re looking into his eyes and oh boy you may or may not be sweating a lil-

When he’s not wearing them and he tries to read or focus on a particular detail, chances are he’ll start squinting that makes him look like he’s glaring. 

One time, you eventually grow tired of his peeping and just put his glasses on for him. 

The moment the frames are on and his squinting stops as he blinks and his vision is suddenly clear. You try and hold in your giggle as it reminded you of a cat.

Marshall, muttering under his breath: “I’m fuckin blind-”

And just to annoy you or for payback, he’ll take his glasses off and put them on your face. Now he’s the one holding back his amusement while you’re the one with horrible eyesight. 

UNLESS, by some wicked chance, your vision is similar to his; Then hey, that’s nearly a win-win situation! 

That, and the fact that the frames are way too big for your face, it’s just too adorable.

Over the years, he’s had to buy a few different styles - not that he really cares mind you - and usually it’s cause the lens need replacing; The prescription wears down over time. Whenever that happens, you’d be there with him as he tries on different pairs. 

“Honestly babe, you look great in any of them.” You tell him as he turns around to look at you wearing aviator-shaped frames and a grimace. 

“You sure about that?”  

He didn’t get a reply as you were bent over, trying not to bust a lung from wheezing.

“Hey babe, you seen my glasses?” “You’re wearing them on your forehead.”  “...Oh.”

One habit you’ve noticed from him: He takes off his glasses and pinches or rubs the space between his eyes. 

That’s when you know he needs a break and you let him know.

Usually he brushes it off and insists he’s fine, but he’s grateful either way for the reminder.

Eventually he’ll realize you may have a point and halts whatever he’s working on for a breather.

And let’s not forget... the one, the only: The Look.

Y’know, the part where he slightly lowers his frames just a tad and looks over them to give you that look.

Chances of you somehow not getting a sudden hormonal surge are very, very low.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #eminem imagine #marshall mathers imagine #eminem fanfiction #eminem headcanons #marshall mathers headcanons #fluff #headcanons #glasses are sexy #author has ADHD #don’t blame me for suspiciously specific ideas

[smutty-books]

Untitled

Eminem x reader

Fluff, angst and a mention so sexy times but very suitable for work and not mature eyes.

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You were lying in bed scrolling through Tumblr on your phone. It had been a bad week and you felt lost and drifted. Unsure of your course in life and feeling really down on yourself and pondering where to go next. Your boyfriend was laying in bed next you, scribbling in his notebook. He knew something was going on but was at a loss to help you since you wouldn’t talk about it. You were so used to solving your own problems on your own and comforting yourself. You hated to let anyone else see you cry and that included Marshall. You could tell he didn’t always like that you bottled everything up and wouldn't let him help but he understood it. It was your coping mechanism. A product of being an only child and left alone to soothe yourself and to make sure everyone else was okay. So, you scrolled on your phone and he worked on his raps with his headphones on. You were chatting with one of your Tumblr friends that you met through an Eminem blog. Yes, you trolled the blogs and was able to thirst after your man in private. You didn’t mind reading the adult stories as it gave you and Marshall ideas for the bedroom. You even posted a few fantasies yourself that Marshall helped make a reality. And did a few stories about how you met. Your writing served the same purpose Marshall's did, so after a bit of hesitation and alot of “ convincing” on your part, you were able to post your stories. Tonight however, you were just chatting with your girlfriend and checking out her thread. Tonight it seemed she was hitting the Eminem posts hard. You scrolled through and had many heart-melting moments as well as moments you felt your heartbeat warm at how adorable your boyfriend was and how he reminded you of your boys. Then you came to a few posts about his work on 8 Miles and quotes from Brittany Murphy. You stopped, screenshotted the quote and the gifs and reblogged the post with aRIP Brittany Murphy tag. You then came to a post where Marshall talked about working on 8 Mile and what all he had to do. It made you tear up. It’s not that you hadn't heard it before, it just sits differently now, and you felt something change in you. You quickly messages your friend and thanked her and sent her big virtual hugs.

“Y/n, you okay?” You heard your boyfriend ask. You broke down at that and turned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his warm chest. You sobbed for what felt like hours. You felt him stroke your hair and back and whisper soft reassuring loving words. You felt his arms around you and concluded this was so much better than dealing on your own. To have warm strong arms hold you, instead of your own arms. To hear and feel a steady heartbeat and the in and out sound of breathing as you are held in your lovers warm embrace was something you decided you could get used to. After awhile your sobs quieted and you were left with sniffles and hiccups. You listened to Marshall’s soothing words and tone and felt so supported and comforted. You took some breathes and chanced looked up at him, knowing you looked a fright. Marshall was looking at you with his blue eyes. They were warm, concerned and a bit surprised, but above all, loving.

“Thank you, Marshall.” You whispered through dry cracked lips, the thank you for a lot of things. You showed him you phone and the posts you were looking at. He chuckled at some, was embarrassed by others but turned serious when he came to the ones that made you cry. He observed himself talking about 8 Mile Road and what it entailed from him and about what Brittany said about him. He also saw you had reblogged the lost with the RIP Brittany Murphy tag and he smiled a bittersweet smile. He looked down at you, his blue eyes kind and somber.

“ What’s goin’ on with you? I’m tryin’ to give you your space and all, ya know? But all I wanna do is be here for ya’ and help you through whatever’s going on. You and me together? Remember?” He stated quietly, earnestly, his blue eyes lasers , piercing right through you.

“ I haven’t felt like myself for a very long time. I’m struggling, Marshall, and I’m used to dealing with it on my own. I’m used to picking myself up by my own bootstraps and carrying on. I don’t know how to let someone in without feeling like I’m weak for needing someone. But, I want to do that with you and it scares me.” You confessed, keeping your gaze locked with his. You watched his gaze soften and understanding dawning. He grasps you to him.

“ It’s you and me, y/n,ya’ know? Whatever your struggles, I want to be here for you. You don’t have to go it alone” he whispers earnestly. You nodded. You both knew you each had strong walls that were fortified but you were committed to each other and breaking down those walls with the others help. You shared a passionate kiss. You thanked him softly again and the proceeded to show him how appreciative you were with actions. Your lovemaking was different that night. You each whispered affirmations and promises and things each of you had held in your hearts but hadn’t dared to speak of. You each spoke them that night and felt a new bond form between you.

The next day, Fifty and Royce were over, and they couldn’t help but notice the change in their friends. And Hailie merely smiled a secret knowing smile, knowing something had changed and recognizing the look of love and commitment in her dad’s eyes. She saw the matching expression in yours and was secretly gleeful that her dad had finally found a worthy partner who loved and was fully committed to him and her. They may never get married, but their commitment was there.

#eminem #eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #relationship fluff #eminem imagines #squint and you'll miss it sexy times #suitable to read at work

[sivyera]

Dating Jimmy Smith Jr would include...

CONTAINS: Fluff

WARNING: Bad grammar

He is very grateful that he have you.

I mean his first gf was a bitch and the second one cheated on him.

He is also very glad you support him.

He rap for you and always ask you for your opinion.

Babysitting Lily when he can’t.

He is little embarrassed where he live but you don’t mind.

Lily love how you treat her big brother and she love you!

I think he is little insecure about himself but he would act like he’s not.

He is insecure about that he don’t have much money etc.

He think you deserve better than him.

He will protect you with his life.

So when he heard some guy from Tha Free World whistling on you.. he beat the shit out of him

His love language is physical touch and words of affirmation.

Before he do anything with you or to you he will ask you.

 ‘Can I hold your hand?’  ‘Will you cuddle with me?’  ‘Can I play with your hair?’  ‘Can I kiss you?’ 

He would let you borrow his hoodie.

He try so hard to make some more money so you two can move to your own apartment. 

Driving in ‘his’ car in the night.

Sometimes you two smoke weed together.

His mom loves you, she see how much Jimmy love you and how he look at you.

Tells how much he loves you everyday.

His friends are chaotic.

They’re teasing him about how hot are you.

He’s jealous but he knows that you’re hot.

He trust you so don’t break his trust.

You will support him when he goes against Papa Doc.

You buy Lily some toys or some crayons.

Cuddles with him are THE BEST.

(that’s how I imagine you two cuddling)

Cooking for him.

He’s a big simp for you but he won't admit it.

You find him laying on the ground when he got in fight with Tha Free World and helped him.

He could see how worried you were and how much you care for him.

He would sing you to goodnight.

He would calm you down whenever you’re having a panic attack.

He hate seeing you in pain.

He would do anything for you.

He’s tough guy but when he comes to you he’s softest than marshmallow.

#jimmy smith jr #jimmy smith jr x reader #b-rabbit #rabbit #8 mile #8 mile movie #eminem #eminem imagine #young eminem #90s #00s #bunny rabbit 8 mile #fluff #imagine #dating #rap #rapper