#eminem ff

cw: f. black // reader, age gap (reader is 24, marshall is 32), flirty situations, defensive!marshall (just him crashing out cause he don’t play ‘bout you), slight physical altercation, ENCORE era!eminem, 2004!eminem x popstar!reader, slight swearing, use of the n word once, nicknames for both (baby, mama, ma, boo), smut, touch starved!marshall (if you squint), 1.9k wc ･⁠｡ﾟ💿･⁠｡ﾟ

a/n: a lil’ corny with the title of the album for y/n’s music career. apologies (-_-;) (i used a NON-A.I. generator website for a title because F*CK A.I.). i’m bummed, i couldn’t find good blue flipphone pics on pinterest ( ˘︹˘ ) [nvrm]! i’m using pink as a face claim for this one, mostly because i LOVE her music and she makes y2k/uk garage music and that was the genre and/or style i was going for y/n’s character. been a fan since ‘21!! and i also took inspo from a music duo act called after, they make y2k/frutiger aero + metro music as well as pink. also you can click the underlined words because there are links for them. hope you enjoy and happy reading!!

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2004!eminem who first got your number through big proof at a MTV after-party you attended. em was a little nervous to come up to talk and ask you, so his scary ass self sent proof over to you to get it. your album, “Neon Heartbeats & Dial-Up Kisses” has been blowing up for the past couple months, sitting at # 3 on the charts and you were invited because of it. when you entered the room, you had a certain kinda glow to you. your mocha colored melanin glowing wearing your navy, denim Baby Phat two-piece set with some navy kitten heels to match.

 after finally getting up the courage to talk you, he meets you over at the bar you were standing at as outkast’s “Hey Ya!” plays in the back of the event. “hey, how you doin’?” he speaks softly with a little slur and nasal in his speech. “well, if it isn’t the angry blond himself, eminem!” you giggle after you said that which made him chuckle.

“you real funny-” you interrupt him by saying “and so are you, not you bringin’ your friend over to cop my number?” his palm covers his mouth to hide his smile. “my bad, you were jus’ soo radiate walkin up in here.” 

he extends his tatted arm to you, grabbing your hand and kisses it. you roll your eyes with a giggle. “oh, you flatter me. you do this with every girl you meet, em?” he chuckles again. “nah, i don’t, ma. don’t be like that. you don’t have to call me by my stage name. i didn’t even introduce myself properly, i’m marshall-"

"mathers…you’re just a regular guy, huh?” the blond gives you an amused huff when you finish his sentence with one of his lyrics. “don’t worry, i know who you are. everyone’s favoritee white boy!” 

you laugh again and whilst you do, marshall is admiring you. how your lips were glistening in the low light as you laughed. how the outfit you chose to wear compliments your figure. and even how your blue french tips looked.

he liked- no loved what he saw and he’s subtly making it known. “anyway, to finish what i was sayin’...i’m 32 years old-” your eyes widen as you laugh louder, replying to him saying “damn! you old!” 

he shakes his head with a slight smile. “it ain’t that funny, and i’m not that damn old. since you wanna laugh, how old are you?” you tuck a hair behind your ear from your bust down.

“i’m 24.” marshall makes sure it’s his turn to laugh and says “you laughin’ at me bein’ 32, you almost there too, girl.” you push him playfully “boy, boo. shut up!” both of you shortly pause after laughing, discreetly giving each flirtatious glances.

2004!eminem who ever since getting to know you for a while, taking you out to different places. decides to confess his feelings to you first a month after the after-party, to you on a phone call. you were stunned because of him possibly still being with his ex again but he reassured you with “nah, [ ❤︎ ]. i called that shit off with her again… couldn’t do it anymore.”

you sigh to yourself, taking in what he said. “but marshall, my question is…are you sure? ‘cause i don’t wanna be caught up in some bullshit about another girl in your life and everything.” he lets you finish and answers.

“yes, we’re done. me and her are still semi-cool with each other, but besides all that… we over.” “ok…i’ll take your word for it.” “please baby, cause ion wanna talk about any more.” your train of thought stopped when you heard him call you that. “baby…?” he clears his throat and apologizes.

“shit, i’m sorry. too soon?” you stutter as you respond “n-no, it’s cool. i just wasn’t expecting that.” to clear the air, you ask another question. “am i too young for you, marsh?” you ask him as you put a french tip on your teeth. “nah mama, you good.” he smirks as he replies to the question.

2004!eminem who gets pressed when he guest appears on TRL hosted by carson daly and gets bombarded with questions about you two’s relationship. “so, em? when are you and [ ❤︎ ] gonna go public? because there has been some speculation about you two. especially since her album has been blowing up and there is a possible nod to you in one of her lyrics off a song of hers.” carson asks em during their interview.

 the blonde; after pushing up his silver, rectangle glasses grazes a hand over his buzzcut whilst shaking his head to disregard the question. he scoffs and kisses his teeth before answering with a  “why ya’ll wanna know so bad? he scoffs with a little laugh. “the fuck? carson… forreal?” carson cackles at the blonde’s obvious frustration but makes marshall’s mood lighten with a dap. 

2004!eminem who watches your episode of TRL and how desperately both your and his fans want to know if you are dating or not. “welcome back to the show, everyone. i’m lucky enough to meet everyone’s new favorite pop-star angel, [ ❤︎ ] !” the crowd roars with adoration for you as you smile ear to ear. 

“ok, now, i know everyone has heard your hit single “Bad Boy” off your new album and some of your fans have been speculating that you're talking about a significant other? maybe a certain blond who has recently appeared on here with his group, D-12??”

the crowd makes little “oohs” to daly’s question. you grip your Ed Hardy clutch purse as you try to laugh it off the nervousness you suddenly have, marshall feeling your embarrassment through the screen.

you say to carson, “ya’ll, ion have to tell ya’ll anything” daly’s eyes widen from the comment “so, you are together? is that what you’re saying?” you take a long pause but you answer with a “i’ll never tell~” which earns a chortle for daly and marshall being in awe with you behind the screen from home.  

2004!eminem who when his friends were talking about you two and how long ya’ll were gonna keep up as swift goes “yo, em? forreal tho…how long are ya’ll gonna keep this up for? ion want paparazzi to stalk ya’ll and everything.” ‘niva adds on with “i hope her ass ain’t like kim..” when he heard that comment from ‘niva, his nostrils flared up and his eyebrows furrowed. “the fuck you say, ‘niva?”

 he asked before pushing kuniva in the chest. proof, swift and naunie tried breaking them up and holding them back from each other before the situation could even escalate further. “see what i told you? he's already actin a fuckin’ fool over this girl…just like with y’know who!”

marshall keeps frowning and mean-muggin’ ‘niva the whole time, trying to control himself. “like, ya’ll niggas actually need to chill out! this shit is dumb as hell.” marshall glares at naunie for what he said.

 “i’m not talkin’ about [ ❤︎ ], em. i’m talking about ya’ll fuckin’ fightin and shit” marshall interrupts him. “we suppose to be family, dawg. but he didn’t hafta to go talkin 'out his ass, man i’m outta here." marshall gets out of naunie’s grasp and leaves to clear his mind. he calls you up as he’s driving to pick you up.

2004!eminem who calls you very suddenly. you were bumpin some music with earphones in. playing beyonce’s “Naughty Girl” to be exact when your phone began ringing. the caller i.d. reads as “marshy ❤︎” you answer the phone. “hi, marshall! you ok?”

he answers you with a “yeah, i’m a’ight? why you ask?” you scoff slightly as you say “i asked because it’s late …” he pauses before speaking again “i need to see you…some shit happened at proof’s place and i just need to clear my head.” 

you smile to yourself, hearing how soft and genuine he sounds when talking to you. “i understand, m.” he says quickly, “i’m pulling up to you now.” you take a moment before referring to him again. “ok, boo” he hangs up as he pulls in the drive-way of your house. 

he knocks on the door, but not so loudly that it will cause a disturbance. answering the door, you crack it then fully opening it. he couldn’t say what he needed to get out due to him being stunned with how you looked. your mocha tone hair that went with your melanin, was up in a pony and you were in a light blue slip dress with some mesh slippers on that matched.

 “hey, boo. c-” before you could finish, marshall’s mouth was on yours. he breaks from your lips to migrate to your neck. your strawberry vanilla scent had him drowning, in a good way ofc. you make little gasps and moans from his kisses. he stops midway to speak. 

“i’m sorry baby, i just need this…is that alright?” you quickly nod as you two connect lips once more. he gets all handsy, grabbing on everything from your bust to your ass. picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. two sweat-drenched vessels becoming one as marshall flushes red from the unholy noises you were making. 

he whispers sweet nothings in your ear that sent you off the rails. “what’s my name?” he asks you with a breathy whisper. you respond with a gasping “marshall” he smirks as he takes in your words and softly kisses your lips. grunting and making sinful noises himself, surprisingly to you, he’s very vocal in bed (oop-). 

he grunts get louder as you make indentations into his skin, with his body burning up from them. quiet moans escape his mouth. you repeatedly screamed said his name, scratching through his blond buzzcut as he releases into your core. 

a few minutes goes by as you two are trying to recollect yourselves from what happened. you both face each other and give breathless laughs. marshall and you just stare at each other, pecking your lips. he then shortly gets up and puts back on his Calvin Klein boxers to run a shower.

 he comes back and swiftly picks you and moves you into the shower, joining you as he gives your upper body, gentle kisses. the next morning, you find yourself waking up sleepily to feel yourself within marshall’s warmth from the other night, smirking to yourself as you revel more into his hold. 

2004!eminem who decides that after a couple of months of being together and to celebrate his album ƎNCORE for being another successful album at INTERSCOPE and at his own label, SHADY RECORDS. he decides to take little ol’ you out. your brown doe eyes look at him into his blue-grey ones in confusion as you ask “where are we goin?” he laughs at your question, his little bunny teeth showing as he does.

“it’s a surprise, but before that… i wanna give you somethin..”you smile softly to him. “what is it?” you ask as you place your cute blue flip-phone down into your clutch.

 he pulls a red, velvety box out of his SHADY LTD. red joggers pocket and opens it. you gasp when you see what’s inside, “marshall, is this?-” he finishes your sentence “a promise ring, yeah…i got for you because of all the shit you had to go through with bein’ my girl, ma.”

you tear up a little from shock “i would’ve never expected this. thank you, nemnem!” he chuckles at the nickname, taking off his visor so he could give you a proper kiss. 

a/n: i was listening to pink the WHOLE time while i was typing all of this lmao- also apologies in advance if this isn’t up to par or doesn’t make sense to read. i’ve been dealing with HUGE amounts of writer’s block because school has low-key been kick my ass- (also i wasn’t expect this to be soo long lol. i think i had WAYY too much fun with this-)

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cw: f. black // reader, SSLPera!eminem, jealous!eminem, swearing, slight arguing, drug usage, mentions of past fornication/smut, marshall is lowkey flipflop w/ you, sensual/sexual situation(s), pov switching, 1k+ wc ✧˖°.

a/n:  semi-proof read. no use of y/n. takes place in '97. i made this back in january and never posted it but i’m thinking about expanding it. it may be a bit nonsensical but i hope it’s enjoyable! 

you’ve known marshall for a while, you’ve met him in high school and basically you guys were inseparable. you two have had multiple flings with each other, it’s always when you two got high together and you don’t remember half the shit that happens when you do. you guys were rambling about random topics as “Bonita Applebum” played in the back.

 giggling due to the reefa and you were grazing your nails through his blonde buzzcut, you noticed his natural dark brown was seeping back in and he’d need to redye it. “slim?” he does a quick sigh. “baby, you don’t hav’ to use my street name.” 

oooh, you loved when he would have that tone with you. smooth, low and showing off his detroit accent, made you melt every time he’d speak like that. “marshall?” he hums a hm? pulling up your tank top as he kisses down your stomach even kissing that cute flower piercing of yours. “when you gon’ give me more? it’s been a month.” 

“𓊆❤︎𓊇 , give me more time…it takes a lot to get a good batch.” he goes upwards towards your neck, giving sloppy kisses to it. you give a soft moan, making him smirk against your neck. “if you don’t, imma find a new plug.” he pauses, clearly tense from your statement. “damn, i forgot how emotional this shit makes you” 

“ ‘cuse me? fuck’s that s’ppose to mean?” you turn your head as he sits up.  “it means that you always get so whiny when i give you a bud. you can never enjoy a moment when you’re high.” he squints his red eyes and hits his blunt. “but slim…” he side-eyes you, eyebrows furrowed. “—marshall. you kn-” he interrupts you.

 “listen. you ain’t the only one i fuckin’ sell to, y’know? i sell to my boys and other assholes that live here. also, i ain’t the only slinger here either, 𓊆❤︎𓊇. you needa  know that’.” 

there’s a knock at the door. you pull your top down as marshall answers the door, it was swifty. “what up doe?”  says as he and marshall dap each other up. swift looks your way and you quickly look away. he whispers to the blond “who is she? she fine as hell”.  marshall whispers back “she’s also off limits”. swift chortles at his statement.

“damn. my bad, slim” — “dawg, you at my house and you family. the fuck you doin’ usin’ my street name and shit for?” marshall spits venom as he talks, causing swifty to scrunch his face. “jesus, why you so damn hostile tonight?”  he asks, genuinely confused and taken off guard.

marshall responds with a low tone “her ass. she keeps buggin’ me about me pluggin’ her”. swift looks your way again and chuckles. “she’s your girl, i guess”. the blond rolls his eyes. “you want your usual or sumthin different?” marshall asks, changing the subject.

“yeah, but can you add a lil somethin’ else to it?” marshall does as he’s asked as swifty makes his way towards you. “sup girl? what’s ya name?” you hit the blunt marshall gave you earlier and blow smoke in swift’s face with a giggle.

“ i’m 𓊆❤︎𓊇” he smirks from you talking. “i’m swift, but you can call me ondre”. he states as he grabs your hand and rubs his thumb on your hand. you tuck a hair behind your ear giggling again, the effects of pot kicking in once more.

marshall’s pov

i finish up swift’s baggie from his request earlier. after that, i head back to the living room, only to see 𓊆❤︎𓊇 & him dancin’ to “How Do You Want It” by 2Pac. i know me and her only do hookups and shit, but seeing her with other dudes pisses me off. and look at her, movin’ like that. shit…

“yo, ‘dre! hate to ruin whatever the fuck ya’ll got goin’ on but here”. i toss the bag to him. “thanks, homie”. he then looks at the baggie. “oooh shit! you always have the good shit.” swift says to me as i nod.

“thanks again dawg, i gotta go tho.” swift states, quickly tryna get outta here. “leavin’ already”? 𓊆❤︎𓊇 questions’ ondre, fuckin’ pouting as she does. “yeah, sweet thing. i’ll see you later tho”.  says to her as i see him grab her waist and laughs. she does that fuckin’ giggle and kisses his cheek “bye, ondre!” that fuckin’ slut. ‘dre daps me up again and leaves out the door.

end of marshall’s pov

you plop back down on the couch. “deadass, 𓊆❤︎𓊇? forreal?” you come up to marshall and tap his cheek. “he was cute-” you say to him with an erotic kiss. “but not cute like you”. you said, putting your hand on his crotch. “i know you were watchin’ me dance, you perv”.

marshall’s nostrils begin to flare and twitch, reacting to the touch. “you were stiff, hm?” he tries to play it off with a scoff and a chortle. he squints at her, getting out of her grasp.

“i wasn’t watchin’ you.” 𓊆❤︎𓊇 rolls her eyes as she reasjusts her headwrap. “you knew what you was doin’ tho…” marshall says, with a slight edge. you don’t say anything, quietly rolling your blunt. marshall watches as you do. biting his lip whilst you lick the blunt to seal it. lighting it, you take the first hit. he walks over to you, staring you down.

“were you…jealous, marshall?” you say, snarkily asking him. he just sizes you up, readjusting his silver bracelet. “nah. far from that.” he says to you, nonchalantly. you hold his cheeks, staring at his freckles and crooked nose. “you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“you done, bitch?” he retorts with much sass. “i ain’t no bitch, asshole” you also retorted back. “you didn’t say that shit a month ago. when i blew out yo’ fuckin back.” he laughs as he takes the blunt from you and takes a hit. you pay him no mind, acting like that memory wasn’t replaying in your head.

𝓶arshall 𝓶athers

cw: f. // black reader, MMLPera!eminem, 2000s!eminem, swearing, arguing, slight physicality, name usage in place of using y/n (pos & neg), suggestive comment(s), fluff + smut?, third person pov, 1.4k wc.

a/n: lowercase used on purpose. no use of y/n

you woke up in the middle of the night, from some messy dream you had that you can’t even remember. still sleepy, you stretch your arm out to the left side of which marshall usually sleeps on. unexpectedly, you don’t feel him there. you sleepily raise up from your previous slumber and look around grogily.

“marshall?” you call out, but no reply. of course when something like this happens you always do the second thing that comes to mind: call him. you open your pink fliphone and start dialin’ his number. brr, brr, brr. your call can not be accepted at this time. please try again later, goodbye. “dammit!” you say to yourself.

“what and where could he be at this fuckin’ late??” you get out of bed and call him again. once you do, you hear something on the couch. it’s marshall’s phone. “that mutha-...ugh!” since you couldn’t reach him, you decided to call proof to see if he would know where marshall could be at. “yo?” he answers with that raspy voice of his. “hey p, y’know where marsh is?”

he coughs before he speaks “n-nah, i haven’t seen him…” you groan in response. “that fuckin’ white boy, imma hurt him.” proof laughs at what you call marshall as you take a big ass sigh. you could audibly hear him watching spongebob in the background, prolly gettin’ high.

“well, if you do see ‘im, tell him he can stay his ass out. leavin’ his phone and his pager too.” the boys start roaring with noises on the other end. “oooh, she soun’ mad as hell!” ‘niva pops in whilst laughing as well, passing a blunt to swifty. proof gets confused by the sudden beep of you hanging up. swifty looks directly at marshall with his eyes all puffy and red.

“em, we lov’ havin’ you around and everythin’ but you gotta go home, dawg.” he coughs a little. “chill out, swift.” marshall says with indifference, eyes all red.

“she really don’t care, i’ll be home whenever i get home. imma grown man, not her lil’ bitch waitin’ for her every call like here, marshy-marshy.” he mocks you and all the guys laugh, high as hell. “well, you better calm her down befo’ i lay it down on her.”

bizarre quips which marshall roll his eyes “if yo’ big ass lay on her, she’d fuckin’ die.” the blonde said to him, bizzare snorting to himself. “yeah, but swift’s right, m. yo ass needa go home.” naunie restates with squinty eyes and passes his blunt to bizzare.

“man, whatever. she prolly done tired her ass out worryin’ about me.” before marshall leaves, he daps all of them up before leaving the place. lighting a cig before exiting, he begins to walk home. finally reaching the backdoor, he puts the cig out and enters inside. “yo, baby!” marshall says while walking through the backdoor.

“hello? yo, where dafuq is she?” he comes into the bedroom and sees you in that dark red victoria’s secret lingerie set he bought for you a couple of months ago.

“hey, mama. what’s up?” he asks, with a smirk looking at you with your arms crossed. his happiness being short lived when he notices his pager and his phone. “shit…” he says mentally face-palming himself.

“shit is right, asshole.” you spat, getting up and shoving them both into his chest. “i leave that shit here once and yo ass goes crazy? what th’ fuck??” you roll your eyes as he’s making an ass out of himself than he usually does.

“look, baby— i’m sorry, ok?” you just stare at him, your brown orbs looking darker than before. you get up and sigh as you walk into the kitchenette to grab a drink. marshall follows you.

“oh. that’s how it is, huh? the fuckin’ silent treatment?” you go back into the bedroom and you throw his pillow and a blanket at him. “you fuckin’ bitch! i–” you flip him off interrupting his train of thought.

“fuck you too then, bitch!” he yells and flips you off as you slam the door. he bangs on the door and you just ignore him, covering your ears with a pillow.

the next morning is quiet. you wake up and stretch, fixing your silky, pink bonnet and putting on some clothes. picking up one of marshall’s oversized shirts with some really short shorts you have. you go brush your teeth and wash your face.

after you finish your routine, you open the door. you see him sleepin’ on the floor, you know he does that after he’ll have either a night of partyin’ or smoking.

you kick him to get up, he responds with a quiet “ah, damn! g’mornin’ to you too, girl.” you head to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. getting up, marshall tries to start a conversation with you. “how’d you sleep, baby?”

you ignore him, distracting yourself with the task of making eggs. trying to lighten the mood, he says. “i’m gettin’ a hell of a view from here.” he chuckles thinking you’d finally say something.

of course, you don’t acknowledge him and you carry on your way grabbing your plate of food and sitting on the couch.

he follows you once more and plops down next to you, he reaches over to kiss your cheek, you lean to the right and avoid the peck. “fuck. forreal?” you face him and nod with a petty smile on your face. “fine then, ion give a fuck anyway.” you had a smirk on your face while watching him have a hissy fit.

a couple of hours go by and by each hour, marshall just gets more antsy until he finally breaks. “man, i’m sick of this! you ignored me for basically two days. i didn’t mean to leave my shit at home, ok? i was hyped that proof called me over for a smoke sesh.”

you just simply make eye contact and go back to looking at the tv. “aight, i had it with this.” the riled up blonde grasps your arm and pulls you into the bedroom, making you sit down. “since you wanna be all quiet and shit wit’ me? i wanna see if i can get some noise outta you.”

you yawn in his face which ticks him off even more. you cross your arms and turn away but your eyes widen as you hear the loud clink of his belt hit the floor. “spread ‘em for me.” his voice is low, it makes your stomach flutter. trying your best to keep up the act but you’re slowly failing and marshall is loving it.

you squeeze your thighs together and marshall decides to move closer to you. “not you hidin’ from me now? but you were so bold earlier, being petty with them facial expressions.” his tone sickens you, it’s like you’re an open book. you try your damn hardest to act like what he was doing or saying to you didn’t make you wanna act up. the blonde menace slowly makes his way onto the bed, looking like a wolf circling his prey.

intoxicating, weakening kisses, breathes intertwining, sweat slicking onto each other. with each passing moan of yours, marshall’s feral grunts would come right after. your pretty pink acrylics rubbing through his buzzcut and making their way to his back, scratching the hell out of it. his face fully flushed with red and yours as well, he would constantly whisper the most filthy shit to you imaginable.

“you fucked up my night last night, pretty.” you mouth remains open but only bits of noise come out. he hungrily kisses your neck and shoulders before releasing himself within you.

marshall lays on the left side of you guy’s bed, both of you still coming down from earlier. he chuckles before saying “damn, sorry about the shirt, babe.” you pout at his words, looking at the mess; tugging on it. “this was my favorite one too-” you hit him softly “fuck you, marshall.” he wraps his tatted arms around you, squeezing the warm plush of your body.

“i’m sorry baby, you can have another one. i gotta bunch anyway.” his kisses your forehead. “i’m sorry tho…for last night, sweetheart.” he says to you as he nudges his face in your neck. you smile softly, rubbing your fingers through his buzz once more. “you better be. i was worried sick about yo’ ass, boy!” his laugh was muffled but he replies with a “i know, i got it, baby. it won’t happen again.”

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cw: f. black // reader , lowercase intended , 2002!eminem, bf!eminem/bf!marshallmathers, needy!eminem (jus a lil'), heavy make-out sesh, small swearing, making out in public, just being freaksss, 400 wc

it was the premiere night of your man's movie, 8 mile. he was hyped up that he was finally able to see it, he was a little self conscious about his performance but your little reassuring looks made him feel wayy better. but he had a need to be extra hyped up...

he asked you. “baby?” you glance at him quickly, getting some lip gloss out your purse to put on. “what's wrong, boo? you nervous?” he scoffs happily in response, “nahh, just gimme a little somethin' ‘fore i go out there”

you roll your eyes playfully and give him a long peck, quickly going back to fixing your messed up glossy lip. the blond pushes his frames back up, putting his hands around your waist. 

speaking in between the shoulder kisses, he complains “baby, that's not what i meant …” you stop in the middle of fixing your hair to look him dead in the eye through the mirror, “are you crazy? you have to go soon! i know you ain't thinkin about-”

he rubs his bandana as his left eye twitches “yeah… a little” you turn to face him, trying to get the right words out of your mouth about his obvious problem, but he just stares like the dumb blond he is. “i'm just really…” 

“excited? yeah… i know” unfortunately you knew because something else of his was excited too…anyways- “nem, are you sure? i mean, this is your day, your movie-”

he cuts you off sweetly saying to you “but i wouldn't wanna be here if it wasn't with you, ma” those words sent you, making you kiss him roughly yet passionately.

“whoa, damn baby…slow downnn uhfmp-” marshall grips your waist harder, hard enough that he could leave indents into your hips even with those nubbed ass nails of his. the grip causes you to softly moan his name, making him smirk against your neck. 

you two equally get more handsy as your bodies move as one from the sink to one of the cold walls. both of you laughing breathlessly at the fact his glasses fogged up from how intense it was.

he swiftly picks you up, your legs naturally wrapping around his torso. “fuck…you look so pretty…if only.” his words fluster you. he kisses you again, not wanting to stop at all. “baby, look; we gotta go!”

he nods in agreement but his words go against his actions. “i know…damn, i wish i had more time…” you peck his lips once more as you quickly readjust yourself, marshall slowly doing the same. he fixes his glasses and bandana as you try to wipe off the gloss that's all over his face.

“a’ight, let's go” he says as you grab his arm. thankfully, you two didn't get caught for borderline almost fucking in the bathroom, but as y'all touched the carpet; lights and cameras were everywhere. paparazzi and fans saying his name and getting louder seeing you on his arm. he smiles at you before entertaining the crowd with a peace sign.

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soft!marshall coming back home from a grueling long tour 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⊹˖Ი𐑼⋆

cw: ━ f. black reader, fluff, just a tad bit of angst , soft!marshall, soft!reader, 700+ wc

clunk. you hear the familiar sound of a car door slamming. it's marshall, finally returning home after a long tour. jingle. jangle. the sound of house keys could be heard. the door opens wide as you do a little jog to greet him.

“hi, baby! mmm, i've missed you!” you said to him with a muffle as he tiredly hugs you, his hold lasting longer than you anticipated. “nem, you okay?” he doesn't answer. you can hear small breaths as he stands there hugging you. 

“this bag is killin’ me…” you help the man take his backpack off and place it by the door. you sit on the couch first, followed by the blond as he plops down next to you. you lay down on the sofa, crossing your legs a little.

marshall takes that as an invite to lay on top of you, indulging himself within your scent. you were a little shocked by his actions, wondering what had possibly come over him.

“the tour was so long, man. long as fuck, [❤︎] .” you laugh at how cute he sounded, a tone of sleepiness taking over him.

“m, seriously? are you ok? you're actin’ a lil strange, especially by the door earlier.”

looking at you his left eye twitches, kissing you to avoid your question. “hello? i asked you somethin’ ” he chuckles at you.

“yeah, and i answered” putting two and two together, you ask him another question. “m, how hard is it to say you miss me without your big ass ego getting in the way of your heart?” he raises up from, crossing his arms. 

putting a leg on the coffee table, not making eye contact with you as he stares at the tv. you shake your head in disbelief. “you're not a child, marshall. please, say something."

he keeps watching the tv, letting your words go through one ear and out the other. “honey, you're home with me. you don't have to do that shady persona you do on stage when you're here.”

his brows slightly furrowed, he gets up from your lap; a little ticked off by your words.

 “you judgin’ me now? the fuck is that supposed to mean, [❤︎] ?” you match his energy, thrown off by him swearing at you.

“hey!” you softly grab his chin and make him face you. “you need to watch yourself. i didn't come out my mouth aggressive but you did. just answer me…like an adult.”

he softly removes your hand from his face, ignoring your words once again. you get up from the sofa, his head quickly turning watching you walk away to the bedroom.

“fuck! ok!” he pauses before speaking once more, causing you to stop in your tracks. “i fuckin’ missed you, a’ight? there. you happy now?”

you make your way back to the couch and sit next to him. you lay his head within your lap, the scent of your body making him a tad bit giddy.

“aww, so…the angry blond did miss me?” he squints his eyes at you, not answering you as he lays his head on your lap. “not you ignoring me again, freckles” the name earns a happy scoff from the blond but quickly changes his expression to be stoic.

after a few minutes passed of not making eye contact, his hazel-blue orbs stare at you with sincerity. laying his head back down on your lap as he waits for you to speak again, enjoying the view as you talk.

“you gon talk now or just sit there staring at me?” he stares a little while longer, kissing your lips. “...i’m sorry” your eyes go wide, reveling in him apologizing.

“ooh, was that a “sorry” i just heard?” he scoffs at you, raising up from your lap to cuddle you in his hold. rubbing your head, he pecks your forehead.

“i’m not sayin’ it again.” you just giggle and smile at him being vulnerable with you. “this is nice, hun. i love this version of you.” he looks away from you.

“whatever…” you peck his cheek, catching him off guard from gazing at the tv. “i love you, nem” he pauses, stalling his words. sighing happily, he answers. “love you too, boo”

a/n: that compliment was genuinely so sweet (i low-key teared up) also thank you so much for this annon!!

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۶ৎ─ 2003!marshall who gets up from the couch that he was punished to and makes his way upstairs, quietly of course. you're sleeping soundly as he creeps his way into the room. creek. he cringes at the way the door squeaks, giving away what he's trying to do. the sound makes you stir in your sleep, but nothing so major to wake you up. 

he climbs onto the bed, seeing a little of your lacey night dress. the blond noticing that you're wearing your sleep mask this time, he uses this knowledge to his advantage. pulling down the blanket, he begins to kiss from your face to your neck. the poke of his cute, crooked nose getting a reaction out of you. 

“marshall? mmm- why are you up here?” you lift up the sleeping mask, marshall ignores your question and goes on with kissing your collarbone area. ahem. clearing your throat stops him in his tracks, “what, baby?” he asks you, acting all innocent and shit. you check the clock, speaking to him in a hushed tone. 

“marshall…boy, it is 4 in the mornin’! you're suppose to be on that couch. why are you up here? you know what you did. staying out late and everything…” the blond grazes the top of his head with a tatted wrist. 

“i can't apologize to you and let us make-up now? i'mma grown man, baby. free will and all that shit.” you laugh and shake your head “your bed, marshall mathers; is the couch downstairs. goodnight!”

 you try to pull the blanket back up, but marshall slowly puts his left hand on top of both of yours. “you sure? i mean …you're looking a little too good in that sleeping mask right now…” you lay down, ignoring his words and saying “pshht, mhm” you put the mask back over your eyes and make hmm noise before trying to get some shut-eye. 

marshall gets up from the edge of the bed and slides under the covers with you. his grip is soft on your waist, not wanting to hurt you. he starts kissing behind your ear, working his way down. he could hear the blatant moans emanating from your lips, going from soft, small ones to whiney, big ones. 

he was geeked, loved hearing you make those noises from his kisses. “marshall…” was all you could say, and clearly his body was reacting to them. “ shit girl…”

you quickly turn over, facing him. in a low whisper, you start telling him “honey?” he has his mind focused on kissing your stomach, too body drunk on you to comprehend, replying with a “hmm?” you try talking to him again “it's late, and i'm still mad at…you” he looks up at you with those big hazel-blue eyes, slowly asking you 

“are you sure you still mad at me or are you tryin’ to avoid my apology?” your eyes go a little wide for the absolute audacity and gawl from this man coming home late (at 3 IN THE MORNING, MIND YOU!), you try to play it off (like that didn't make your stomach flutter). 

getting on top of you, he pulls you closer to him. your legs crossing around his waist

his hands go under your dress as you lie there in pure bliss as his huge hands roam and squeeze.

“[❤︎]... fuckk- all day i’ve missed this so much, pretty. miss bein’ inside her too. the blond man hoists both your legs onto his shoulders, kissing in between your thighs. he mutters sweet, saccharine words to them after each kiss given.

marshall then notices whilst kissing your thighs, that you weren't wearing any undergarments. and when he does, it's wraps for you. he lowers your legs and kisses below your ear, he then whispers “[❤︎], i'm so sorry for being soo late coming home, baby” his slow and soft tone of voice makes you squeeze your thighs together.

he keeps teasing you, “i can't hear you bickerin’ ain't me, girl..” your cheeks heat up and you quickly said to him “you're such a dick, marshall…”

he laughs off your insult and whispers to you “you ready?” you nod to him and in response, marshall kisses your lip and does that little smile that shows off his bunny teeth.

he begins to reposition himself and slowly inserts himself into your core. you grip the sheets as you whine out his name, causing his hips to speed up. “ marshall, hck- unnhg- fucckk…” his body heats up from your words, put his face between your bosom area. his kisses being soft and reassuring in a way. 

his chain goes in sync with his thrusts and you are just a mess because of what's happening. you told him to stay on the couch…but what does he do? he fucks you as an apology. “ shitt, baby…i told you i was so. fuckin’. sorry. his thursts got into the rhythm of his words. “you accept my apology?”

you eyes rolls back as you let a whiney “yes marshall, yes, YES!!” his cocky ass simply just says “good.” with that huge ass smirk on his face. you were very close and marshall knew, so he let out a low grunt and said to you “come for me, [❤︎]...” you relieve yourself a few seconds after he spoke. marshall releasing  himself within you right after.

you two were completely breathless. he chuckles and he kisses the side of your face, moving some of your flying hairs out the way. “you forgive me now?” he asks with a snarky smile on his freckled face.

“yeah, nem. i already told you that..” he grabs the back of neck and kisses you once more. “don't make me sleep on that couch again, ‘kay?” you scoff at him saying “well, don't come home late like this. that's would've happened if you didn't do that” he grazes his buzz cut, shaking his head with a laugh. “a’ight a’ight, i won't…” 

“promise?” you tilted your head, you brown orbs staring holes into his hazel-blue ones. “i promise”

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cw: f. black // reader, dilf!marshall, older!marshall, lana del rey esque themes, younger!reader, age gap (37, 22), eater!marshall, older man x younger woman trope, non-celebrity au, freaky NASTYYY , 1.8k wc

NOW PLAYING:  brooklyn baby by lana del rey 

your neighbor from across the street was hot, everyone knew it. especially the women that were in the neighborhood. on certain days, he would walk his doberman in a dark grey wife-beater drenched in sweat from the summer's burning sun. 

but when saturdays rolled around, he would be back out in the hot sun cleaning and wiping down his 1970 Black Dodge Super Bee. 

you always had that as an excuse to come outside on saturdays to tend to your rose bushes or just being out in the sun. this time, you chose to water your roses. he had also taken notice that you would also come out on certain saturdays to water your flowers or something along the lines of that. 

the same shy, small interactions would occur: waving at him, him responding with a wave or salute back to you etc etc. 

subtly smiles appearing on both your faces. one time when playing with his puppy, he threw a frisbee and it landed on your lawn whilst you were sun bathing. 

you raised up your glasses to see the pooch running over to retrieve it back, the creature was wagging his tail and happily barking, which made you pet him as the older man jogged after the dog. 

he heard your soft giggles at the dog getting attention from you.

“sorry ‘bout this, he usually doesn't do that” 

he spoke low as he scratched the dog's head. 

“it's alright, he's adorable so he gets a pass” you two stare at each other for a little too long. a beat.

 “oh, uhm- here you go” 

you hold out the frisbee to him, his tatted arm extending to take it from you. your hands graze against each other, the coldness of his silver bracelet makes you wince but it cools you down from the sun. your face now rapidly feeling warmer to yourself. 

“thank you…” 

you avoid his eye contact by continuing to pet the pooch, tilting his head as if he could feel your nervousness. “you’re welcome, uhm-” he chuckles and holds out his hand again. “it's marshall” 

you put your hand in his, finally feeling how truly big his hands are.“i’m [❤︎]...!” he grins at you trying your best to muster up in this conversation, quickly changing the subject he says to you

“nice bush” 

the compliment takes you off guard, making you heat up even more. “rose bush, i meant” he restates himself trying to clear the awkward air between the two of you. 

“i'm gonna head back. it was nice finally meeting you, [❤︎] ” you nod quickly and shyly say back “nice meeting you too, marshall” you watch the man cross the street and playfully head back inside with his pet as you do the same, closing the door behind you, you squeal to yourself. 

that was a while ago, but you felt this time that this saturday might be different 

you had a plan to woo him to you once again, you grab what you needed below the sink’s cabinet. 

shunk. crk. crk. crk.

coming back outside, you screw in the hose you got specifically for your bushes, turning around to shyly wave at the older man across the street. taking a sip of his Red Bull, squinting from the car's reflection to see you, he hits you with a coy, two finger salute with an in-between of a smile and a smirk. 

this routine happens every other weekend and you've been hating how egregious it was becoming so you decided to take the upper hand and flirt with him from afar.

the white tennis skirt you strategically put on that shows off your curves and that dark blue shirt with the white collar underneath that rises and shows just enough but not a lot of your tummy. 

fsshh. plsh. plshhh.

the hose jerked a bit but shortly turned on and to tease the brunette, you bent over to get his attention and you got it alright. the brunette stops mid-wipe smirking at the show you were giving. you stand up straight once more, turning your head to him staring at you.

he wipes his forehead, cheering his Red Bull to you as a thank you. since you were distracted by him cleaning his car, the hose in your hand dropped. 

he chuckled to himself as he watched you clumsily turn it off and wrap it back up. 

ignoring the heat from your face, you decide to walk over to him. “hey, you alright? you were struggling with that hose.” you nod as you tuck a hair behind your ear. 

“yeah, just forgot how to water is all” the words that came out made you want to leave out of embarrassment, so you started to talk about the car. “she's so sleek, how old is this model?” 

the older man's eye brows raise a little, not expecting that question from you. “she's a 70s model-” you quickly interrupt him with a “Dodge?” he stops and looks at you with an in awe look, happy from you knowing what car he has.

“yeah, a Super Bee actually.” he finishes the rest of his drink, placing the can down on the ground.

“are you trying to get on my good side, pretty? cause if you are . . . it's fuckin' working.” 

you play it off with acting confused, especially being caught off guard with the pet name. “nope, just having a simple conversation with my neighbor” he kisses his teeth to your words, knowing that you're full of it. sizing you up and down as he speaks again. 

“i know what you're doin . . . almost every other saturday, you always come outside to be a peeping tom to your way older neighbor. wearing the tiniest pieces of clothing you can find in that closet of yours, just to be a big old tease.” 

he gets closer, whispering to you “you're not fooling anybody but yourself.” putting the cleaning towel over his shoulder, he turns to his car's door, opening it to turn on the radio. he then suddenly gets in the car and slowly parks it into the garage. 

clunk. 

everything the brunette did confused you, you were mentally asking him questions until one of them came out “why'd you move it?” he simply replied with a “cause i'm done cleaning her off” you cross your arms , still being a bit confused. “but your radio is still going?” 

he signals you to come his way in front of the back passenger’s door “cut the bull, don't act all coy. i know why you're over here . . .” he gets enamored by your softness, those doe like orbs staring up at him. “i don't know what you're on about, old man.” 

“oh? i'm old? i'll show you old.”

he puts you in the backseat of his car, spreading your legs as he gets in between them. you move some of your side curtain bangs behind your ear as he admires you.

“dirty fucking girl, you weren't wearing anything under this . . .” you face flushes up when he speaks in that low voice, his accent coming out. “what would the neighbors think of me fuckin' a girl like yourself?” 

you just stare at him, not saying a word. too embarrassed to speak. “c'mon now…use your words, beautiful.” you decide to not speak still, just to tick him off.

“a'ight, i'll get you to talk . . .” he props your legs on his shoulders, giving unexpected soft kisses to both legs. 

he goes in rough, lapping up, teasing with two fingers, you moan in ecstasy. you hand holding onto the headrest of the seat for dear life. 

he stops, causing you to whine from the lost.

he picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, face in the crook of his neck. sitting you on the hood of his car. he feels up on you as you two kiss, marking you when he kisses your neck again.

“hurry…” he chuckles at your impatientness. “hold on…” he pulls out a spare from his pocket, “can't risk it, pretty.” ripping it open with his canines, stripping his pants down to only his Calvin Klein black boxers.

 his stiffness being visible as he puts onto himself. his fingers tease your core and licks your honey from his fingers. “damn, you taste good” you squeeze your thighs together as you reply

“you talk about me being the tease, but you're worse . . .” he notices your thighs being squished together “i didn't tell you to close them . . .did i?” you avoid his hazel eyes, holding your chin bringing your attention back.

“nah, don't look away now, sweet girl. that little show you gave me told me a lot about what you wanted me to do. i've been waiting for a pretty girl like yourself to come my way” centering himself, he slowly inserts, causing you to whine loudly, eyes watering as you hold onto him.

 “you can hah- take it, can't you angel?” as his pace increases, you become a mess, your arousal suffocating you as he decides to be a dick and slow down. “aww, look at you. taking it so fucking well”

“m- nngh ah- marshall, please . . . don't st-” he cuts your demand off with a greedy kiss, making your nails dig into his upper back; making a shuddery grunt escaping his mouth as he kissed you.

“god, fuck you look so pretty like this. and only for me to see?” his words were like velvet to your ears, causing you to tighten around him “ hah- marshall, 'm gonna come-” you say to him as he speeds up, you come around him, the older man slowing down again as he releases into the condom.

 he gives you soft kisses all over as you both come down from your respective highs. taking off the rubber and throwing away, he then pulls up his pants and rebuckles his belt. since he didn't want to find any towels to clean you up, he used his fingers instead. licking them off after he finished, leaving you in a slight daze.

“cute.”

helping you off the hood, his swears causing you to look at what happened. “damn . . . i gotta clean her off again.” your freeze in embarrassment, looking back at the mess you both made. 

he kisses your forehead reassuring you. “it's not a big deal, i got it pretty. just come back over here next saturday to . . . help me out?” 

the question making both of you laugh in unison, you nod and said "sure thing" in agreement and leaving him with a peck on the lips, walking back across the street to you house as the older brunette watches you do so.

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a/n:  filler until i write something else :(

cw: f. black reader, soft!marshall, soft!eminem, soft!reader, yearner!marshall, a tiny bit of touch starved!marshall, 400+ wc

NOW PLAYING: compass by the neighborhood 

could you tell me where to go . . . ?

with the touring schedule being hectic, loud and overstimulating for marshall; he didn't have enough time to ever have calls with you or to write to you sometimes. everything was tense and grueling and hugely overwhelming.

he wanted to see his girl so bad but he couldn't, they needed him, his audience needed him. listening to his walkman, he was trying to write to you again but with his head being so full of the late nights and the stuffy tour bus riding he couldn't think of anything, anything but you. 

constantly feeling his thoughts every time he'd get on stage or hanging out with his boys, d-12 or anyone within the SHADY crew. but at the end of those rushes, he felt so . . . lost, trying his best not to show that he desperately misses your embrace, your smile and especially your face.

he'd give anything to call off the tour and just be at home in bed with you, sleeping in each other's warmth. the next day was different, he didn't know truly what it was but he knew there was a change. walking back to his dressing room, he couldn't believe who was waiting for him inside. 

he saw you and his whole body softened, you walked to the blonde and when you did, he immediately held you. his left hand cradling the back of your head whilst his right stayed on your hip.

“fuck– [❤︎], you don't know how much i missed you.” he spoke to you through your curls. his voice being muffled and only loud enough for you to hear. “paul called late last night, telling me about how you've been while touring. and i'm so glad i came to see you, baby.”

you said as you looked up at him, the blond's eyes were a little glossy, not wanting anyone to see except you. you eyes brows furrow softly, wiping the stray tear from his cheek, marshall leaning into the touch as you do.

“i love you, [❤︎]. . .”

he says to you in a hushed tone, his hands softly holding both of your wrists as you held his face, he kisses you. not really caring if someone knocked or walked in on you two because that didn't matter to him in this moment, what mattered was that he had you ; his compass.

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a/n: crumbs before i actually post another fic