synopsis: the kiss cam happens to land on you while watching the Lions game
CW: a kiss, solely based on the picture of him being spotted, light teasing, paul trying to be responsible, marshall fangirling
It's 2025
marshall loves watching his favorite team play live. so as soon as he has the opportunity to buy tickets, you better believe he will. well this time he invited you, his girlfriend of a few years. you two did a pretty good job at hiding your relationship, the press never spotted you two together in public, sure there were speculation when once he was found wearing a bracelet with your initial on it but that died down pretty quickly.
marshall sat in between you and paul, paul had sent clear instructions that they shouldn't point any camera at marshall for the whole game, usually the camera would go on him for a few seconds, hyping him up for a bit— it always gave the stadium an energetic mood. but he didn't want them knowing he was there with a female that wasn't one of his daughters, he didn't want you dealing with fans, paparazzi, or tabloids.
marshall was having the time of his life, the lions were winning 35 to 28. and he was going wild, standing up and yelling to his heart's content. everything was going great. until halftime...
the infamous kiss cam was happening, it was a cute event during breaks. but when you look back up to the huge screen after laughing at a joke marshall said. you realize—the camera was on you two.
both of your faces drop, but before you could cover your face, you feel marshall's hand on your jaw, making you turn to face him and then his lips press against yours. your eyebrows raise immediately in surprise but you kiss him back, not being able to help yourself when his mouth was on yours. paul, probably from instinct, yanks him back from his shoulder, yelling "why would you do that?!" or something, you couldn't comprehend it, you were stuck in a daze from him kissing you. but once you come back to your senses, you're in a state of shock that he basically revealed your relationship to the world from one kiss. everyone in the stadium had their phones out, recording and posting faster than you can catch your breathe.
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as soon as you two get in the car, your first reaction is to scold him, but how can you be mad when he's grinning at you like he won the lottery?
"why did you do that?" you try to sound serious and mad but he sees through your mask
"it was the kiss cam, kind of the rules, yknow?" he chuckled like a villian and you sigh. sinking into the seat as the car starts to move
"you could've warned me, at least." you mutter and pout
"but where's the fun in that?" he drapes an arm around your shoulders, takes off his black cap and places it on your head, covering your eyes with the brim. you laugh quietly, hoping he doesn't hear it so he doesn't get the satisfaction but he clearly does. your "secret relationship" might now be the freshest thing on the news but at least everyone knows he's yours.
Summary: you but a new perfume and Marshall reacts to it in a very...loving way
themes: fluff, romance, smut
warnings: kissing, profanity, sex
You just bought a new perfume!
You were excited to try it since it smelled so sweet, and the salesman at the store said it reacted with 'pheromones' but you really weren't paying attention to what he was saying.
You spray it on your neck and clothes. then you sit on the couch and wait for your husband, marshall, to get home from the studio. You watch some random show you found on the TV as you wait.
The door knob turns and he enters the house. taking his coat off and placing his keys on the counter kicking his shoes off.
"Yo baby, I'm home!"
he calls out to you as he walks to the living room. You stand up and give him a hug
"hey marsh, missed you" you respond sweetly
he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. he noticed it was..different
"mm...you smell good, baby" He pulls away and presses a kiss on your forehead
"i know right" you smile softly, leaning in to kiss him. he cups your jaw, not letting you pull away. You could tell your scent...did something to him.
he backs you up against the couch, he gently sits you down before sitting next to you. pulling you against him, so your back was pressed against his chest, he nuzzles his face against your neck from behind. his arms wrapping around your waist.
you chuckle, his breath tickling you
"you're being reeeallyyy clingy right now.." you say teasingly.
"shut up" he murmurs against your neck, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. Just snuggling with you on the couch. his grip around your waist tells you, he's not letting go any time soon.
You exhale deeply, feeling content with the current situation
"you moved" he mutters, his arms tightening
"I breathed."
"same thing, stop moving." he warns
"so now I can't breathe?" you tease
"not if you start squirming 'round. your ass is staying right here."
You start getting tired as it gets more late, he didn't move an inch. but he felt the way your body was practically limp against him
"you tired, baby?" his voice soft with admiration
"yeah..kinda" you murmur
"sleep then." he kisses your cheek and lays down, pulling you with him. Eventually you fall asleep with your cheek pressed up against his chest. your body comfortably laying in between his legs.
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You wake up as the morning light filters through the curtains of the living room, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and tilting your head up to look at him. his eyes were closed but you knew he was awake.
He felt you shift so his arm tightened around your waist. He opens his eyes and looks down at you
"mornin'.." he rasps, his voice low. that morning voice you loved.
"morning...what time is it?" you ask
" 'round 9, you hungry?"
"yeah, kinda" you run your hand over your face, trying to wake up more
Suddenly, he flips you over so you're under him.
"im also hungry..just not for food." he growls, planting soft kisses on your neck before leaning in to kiss you
you let out a soft noise of surprise.
He parted your lips with his tongue and slipped it in. Sliding his tongue against yours, as if he was hungry for you.
you break the kiss to breath, but before you could exhale. his mouth was on your again, he loomed over you as he settles his hips between your thighs, his weight gently on top of you. He breaks the kiss.
"wanna taste you baby..." he kisses your neck gently, his hand sneaking under your waistband, cupping you over your panties. feeling how wet you already are
"don't keep me waiting.." now wide awake, you pull your shorts down and toss them somewhere over the couch.
He doesn't even let you finish what you were saying before he dives in. tugging your panties down and licking your already slick folds, his pointy nose rubbing against your clit.
Your back arches off the couch with a moan. his arm holds your waist down so you wouldn't move. his lips latch on your clit, his tongue flicking and sucking like he needs it to survive. he slides two fingers into you and curls them just right. hitting the perfect spot that makes you gasp. he knew exactly what to do to make you come. and when you do. it rips right through you like a wave.
He lets you ride it out, his movements never seizing. until you calm down. he wraps his arms around.
"your amazing.." he whispers against your temple before pressing a kiss against it.
"so fuckin' good for me.."
he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, licking them clean.
summary: You post a cute picture of you two on a new app called Instagram
themes: fluff
warnings: profanity
It's 2010
You wake up with your cheek presses up against his bare chest, his arm around you loosely as he sleeps peacefully
You reach your hand out to look for your phone in the messed up sheets to check the time. You find your phone and bring it up to your face, 8:02am, still early. you could sleep in or get up. your eyelids droop signaling that you're too tired to get up so you settle with the first option. but before that— of course you had to check your notifications. obviously.
You scroll through the notification that had appeared overnight, then see one with a camera logo,
Instagram
You had forgotten you installed it the other night, it couldn't hurt to see what everyone was so hyped about. Your fingers tap on the icon and you scroll through. just news, pictures that his friends posted like 50, Royce, and Denaun.
Your finger slips and the camera turns on, you look at yourself, smooshed against marshall, him contently unaware as he was deep in slumber. you smirk as you get an idea.
You nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, he stirs a bit but doesn't wake up, just tightens his arm around your waist.
You snap a pic, leaving his face out but his jaw line in clear display. your face out of view since it was against his neck. part of his unclothed chest visible in the picture. the soft glow of the rising sun making the photo look almost romantic. you don't think twice and post it. no hashtag, just a short caption that says
my love 🖤
you set your phone down and forget about it, falling back asleep, comfortable in his arms.
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He wakes up at around 10, stirring with a quiet groan as the sun glows on his face, blinding him as he blinks his eyes open. glancing down at you sleeping on his chest, a smirk pulls at the corners of his lips. pressing a kiss to the top of your head then grabbing his phone and opening it. he had a some messages from Paul and Denaun. a couple notification from Instagram.
as he reads Denaun's messages his eyebrows furrow
"didnt know you were such a cuddler, loverboy"
the fuck?
he reads Paul's messages
"Have you been on Instagram today?"
he didn't give two shits about what was going on, on social media but he knew Paul wouldn't just say that for no reason. he opens the app and the first post he sees is the one you posted.
the two of you, in bed, cuddling. it was cute, he almost forgets why its wrong. but how could he be mad? you were adorable.
once you wake up, the first thing that you hear is
"so you posted us cuddlin' n shit, huh?" he doesn't sound mad, if anything he sounds...amused.
you tilt your head up "maybe..." your voice a little rough with sleep. "couldn't help it, we looked cute."
"you ain't wrong but Paul's on my ass now." he gruffs
"are you mad?"
"nah, I ain't mad baby."
he feels you nuzzle into his chest after he confirms that he's not mad, that earns a chuckle from him. the sound vibrating in his chest. you smile against his chest.
"you can at least ask me 'fore you post shit like that, yknow" he suggests with a smirk
"you were sleeping, didn't wanna wake you"
"right, and you couldn't wait till I woke up?"
"I didn't think bout that..." you murmur
he laughs softly
"youre adorable."
"I like to think so"
"confident, are we?"
"very." you tilt your head up again, he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. you could tell he wasn't mad, not at all.
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a/n: what do we think about the layout? the divider was a pain in the ass to make but it looks cute. right? didn't do a spell check or anything so some things might not have good grammar or smthn </3
Current Eminem smut where the reader and Marshall are in the studio and they get caught doing it
— Studio Session
pairing: current Eminem x Fem!reader
characters: Royce, Denaun
background: You're his wife, today you went to the studio with him while he worked on a new album. He loves you like crazy and protects you from the media.
themes: smut fluff
warnings: bad language, sex, suggestive comments
The room was full of laughter and teasing jokes with a new beat Royce was trying out.
Marshall was sitting in his chair near the soundboard with Royce and Denaun. You sat in a black, cracked leather couch with your feet up on it and a blanket around you since they like keeping the studio cold. You barely spoke while they were joking around but you did laugh.
"Nah man. YOU started that back and forth shit" Denaun commented about a subtle rivalry Marshall was in with another rapper
"Me? That shit was all him. Talking bout how I fell off and saying my wife is a fucking gold digger. fuckin' bastard." Marshall said with a sharp tone. But of course the two were gonna tease him.
Denaun:
"Oooooo, look at this protective motherfucker."
Royce:
"Doesn't want no one talking bout his perfect little wife"
Marshall rolls his eyes and throws a potato chip at both of them, chuckling lowly.
"damn right, my perfect wife" He glaces at you with a wink.
You laugh softly under your breath, giving him a once-over.
You start getting hungry so you speak up.
"I'm kinda hungry" You say more directed at Marshall
His head turns to you, "Yeah me too." He looks you up and down, clearly suggesting he's hungry for something other than food.
"Can you two go get food?"
"Why the fuck should we go?" Denaun asks, already knowing they're going to have to go either way.
"'Cause I'm busy writing lyrics and you two are just sitting there doing fuck all."
Denaun and Royce laugh
"Aight fine, we're going but don't get bitchy when we pick something you don't like." Royce says as he gets up, grabbing his coat.
They both head out, Marshall watches them leave and waits until they're out of earshot to say something.
"You're real comfy there huh?" He says without looking up from his notepad
"Yeah, it's cold."
He stands up and walks over to you, sitting down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh under the blanket. Rubbing his thumb gently over your thigh.
"thought you were busy writing?" you ask innocently
"writing can wait" he leans in before you can respond and kisses you hungrily, like he needs it to breath.
he shifts you to lay down under him, his hands massaging your thigh as his thumb rubs your inner thigh.
You could feel his bulge through his jeans, he was already hard—hard for you.
before you could even blink, he was pulling your sweatpants down, and your hand unbuckling his belt. his jeans slipped down and in an instant he thrusted into you. your warmth tightening around him. your head falls back on the armrest of the couch
then he starts moving, slow steady thrusts turn into fast paced snaps of his hips. the soft sighs and grunts turn into moans. you two were lost in each other, the outside world completely forgotten. which was probably why you two didn't hear the studio door swing open.
"YO WHAT THE FUCK!"
he covered you up with the blanket immediately, marshall starts yelling
"YO GET THE FUCK OUT MAN!"
Royce and denaun leave immediately after marshall yells. he buckles his pants and helps you get dressed. he cups your face in his hands
"you okay, baby?" his expression riddled with concern for you.
"yeah. yeah I'm fine, marsh"
he presses a kiss on your forehead, pulling you in an embrace, "I'm sorry honey, thats my fault"
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marshall decided it was better if you went home, you agreed since you didn't want to deal with denauns teasing after. you snuggled under the sheets, scrolling through your phone mindlessly as you waited for him to get home. when he walked in, he took off his shirt, and pulled some sweatpants on and settled onto the bed with you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against his chest. he kissed the top of your head.
synopsis: he spots you and decides you're the one he wants to go home with
CW: alcohol consumption, flirting, shyness, not proofread
It's 2000
you're in a lowkey club you found in Detroit after your friends took years convincing you to leave the cocoon of your house. you reluctantly agreed but just for an hour.
an hour.
once you step into the club from the biting cold of the night, your friends were already a bit tipsy. you looked around but your very loud friend Leah startled you when she yelled your name and tugged your arm towards the bar counter. there wasn't a lot of people at the bar. a few guys flirting with girls way younger than them. two guys nursing their drinks. one of them caught your eye, he had a red cap on, matching his shirt was jeans that were 5 sizes too big. something about his lean form but sharp gestures made your stomach do a flip. but there was no way you were going to talk to him, that was until—
"oooo! your eyeing up that cutie, aren't you?!" Leah squealed beside you, you whisper-yelled at her to shush but the guy already turned around and caught your flustered expression as you felt his eyes on you.
he flashed a grin and gave you a once over, then turned his head to face forward again, smiling to himself. he took a sip of his drink and peered over his shoulder to check if you were looking again, and he caught you in the act, his blue eyes hypnotizing. you blink away with a pink blush prominent on your cheeks. he chuckles lowly, satisfied at how flustered he could get you so easily. oh he was going to have a fun night...
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after a while you went back to the bar counter to get a refill of your drink, your soft voice caught his attention. it wasn't like the rest of the girls in that club, you weren't loud and attention seeking. you were quiet, almost gentle. and not to mention how he thought you were cute. he decided to shoot his shot.
"wassup, baby." he purrs in a low voice that makes you shiver
"saw ya eyein' me earlier, see sumthin' ya like?"
your face flushes visibly, glancing down at the wooden counter and chuckling just a bit to let him know you heard him.
"you gettin' shy on me, girl? you wasn't so shy earlier when you was staring at me like a snack, hm?" he stood up from his stool to lean into her counter next to you, his hand holding his cup of whiskey almost brushing your arm where it rested on the wood.
"i-i wasn't staring! just...—"
"just checking me out?" he takes a sip of his beverage and chuckles lowly "don't be ashamed, baby. I would be checking me out too" he drawls, his eyes roaming over your figure hungrily.
that causes you to let out a huff of a laugh, the bartender coming back with your refill and setting it down in front of you. he grins in victory as to getting you to laugh.
"why dontcha come home with me, hm? bet we can have a lotta fun..."
you look around frantically for that box of candy canes you had bought the day before. they were going to be a quick stocking stuffer, simple and cute. but you couldn't find it.
not until you caught marshall with one in his hand.
"hey, marsh. where'd you get that from?"
"this? i, uh, found it."
"where? 'cause it looks really similar to the candy canes I'm looking for." you tilt your head as you wait his response.
"well, i got no idea what you're talking about"
"marshall, give me your candy cane."
he smirks, big mistake
"woah there sweetheart, you're not gonna take me to dinner first?"
you blush once you realize what he was implying
"you know that's not what I meant...i was talking about the candy cane"
"i know, you love my candy cane" he states as if it was a fact, with that shit-eating grin.
"yknow what, nevermind" you decide your not winning the conversation and walk off, leaving marshall chuckling lowly on the couch
CW: work stress, breakdown, husband marshall, marshall being a sweetheart, pet names. no use of y/n. lowercase intended. no spelling or grammar check.
a/n: i had to post something before i start a Christmas project 🤫, it's kinda shitty but hope you enjoy!
you come home after having a rough day on the set. Everything went wrong, the tech crew was running late, someone spilled their drink on the equipment, one of the lights burnt out last minute. it was chaos and all you wanted was to go home and melt in your husbands arms. once you walk in and take in the familiarity of the house you call home, you drop your bag and take off your coat. kicking off your shoes aimlessly.
Marshall's already standing right in front of you, ready to ask you how your day went but as soon as you spot him, you just lean against him. no words needed to be said in order for him to know all you wanted was to be held. your body was as tired as your mind is after dealing with everything going wrong. his arms wrap around you like a barrier from the outside world as he feels your shoulders start to shake as tears wet his shirt, not that he minds anyway. he knew right away you were exhausted and he was your safe place.
he was your home
after a few seconds he breaks the silence with a question
"d'you wanna talk bout it?"
you utter a "no" and shake your head, knows not to pry. he'll be happy to just stand there for as long as you need him to. eventually you do look up at him from his chest, his arms don't loosen their grip around you. the sight of your puffy and red eyes broke his heart a bit, he hated seeing you in such distress, he wished he could take all the weight off your shoulders and carry it himself. that thought leaves his mind when you speak your first few words, giving you his undivided attention.
"im tired, today was a shitty day...nothing was going like it should've on set, it was overwhelming.. I hated it, I just wanted to be home..." you murmur, voice quiet and vulnerable
he nods, pressing a kiss on your forehead and reassuring
"you're home now, none of that bullshit will annoy you here, sweetheart."
you burrow yourself in him again, cheek pressed against his chest as his arm tighten around you like a vice. you felt safe on his arms, he made sure of that. he placed a kiss on top of your head and rested his chin on it. hugging you like he would never let go. and if really wanted to?
you knew he wouldn't for anything.
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summary: he hates his birthday but you love celebrating and love him even more
themes: fluff, mentions of smut
warnings: profanity, mentions of oral
It's October 17th, 2025
Hes still sleeping, the rays of the sun peeking through the curtain set a gentle glow over his face, making him look at peace. his usual rough features now softened from sleep. some would say he looked adorable, especially you.
You were downstairs, making breakfast for him. His favorite, waffles, of course. You were so happy it was his birthday, you could smother him with affection all day.
Once the food is on the plate, you set it on the kitchen island, along with a cup of his favorite drink. it was perfect, now all you had to do is wake him up.
You walk upstairs and enter the room, the sight of him was enough to make you smile, with careful steps to not startle him you walk over to him
"marshall.." you murmur "time to get up, birthday boy" you place your hand on his shoulder and gently shake him
He stirs with a grumble "hm..?"
"time to get up, marsh.. Breakfast" you coax
"mm...five more minutes.."
"cmon, I made your favorite.."
"...waffles?" he asks, his tone lacked excitement but you knew it was there
"yeah, baby. cmon, get up"
you shake him again and he finally sits up and stretches with a low groan escaping his throat
"Happy birthday, marsh" you say with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pretends to act indifferent but the corners of his lips turn upwards slightly, and you catch it but don't say anything about it
"Thanks, Y/N. Just...dont make a big deal bout it, aight?"
"too late for that, already made you birthday breakfast, and Royce is gonna drop by to give you your gift"
"yeah, he told me yesterday. he said 'I was gonna love it' and that's never a good sign coming from Royce. fucker prolly bought me a plane or house or sum shit"
he explains with a low chuckle, Royce is one of his closest friends and you knew how much he cared about him.
"he might've, but it is kinda a headache to shop for you, baby. can't blame him for trying so hard"
"yeah guess your right.." he responds "so...breakfast?"
"It's in the kitchen, fresh, just for you"
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He takes the first bite out of his waffles, he hums as the flavor bursts on his tongue, closing his eyes as if it was the best thing he ever tasted
"wow," he mumbles with his mouth full of waffle "really out did yourself, huh? these taste fucking amazing"
"thanks, baby. glad you like 'em"
a moment of comfortable silence passes until he spoke up again
"cant believe I'm 53, I feel old as fuck"
"you don't look a day over thirty, honey. nothing to be worried about" you say with a chuckle
"your just biased" he grumbles as he finishes his waffles and downs his drink
"am I?" teasingly, you turn his stool to face you then sit on his lap. his arms instinctively wrap around you to keep you still
"maybe you are, unless you can prove me wrong."
"thats your present for later, marsh. and trust me, i will convince you "
"oh yeah? how?" he says with a that smug smirk, his thumb runs over your hip
"let's just say, I'll use my mouth, but not for talking."
he visibly got flustered, his stomach did a flip. clearly excited about later, but for now. he had to wait.
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Royce showed up at the door, knocking hard as if Marshall owed him money. but that's just how you knew it was Royce at the door.
Marshall answered and from the kitchen you could hear the familiar greetings between them. You walk out of the kitchen to greet Royce.
"Hey royce, how are you?"
he greets you with a simple hug
"Good, everything good. here to give the birthday boy his gift"
"aight aight" Marshall cuts in "just give me the gift you was hyping up"
Royce hands him a bag, Marshall gives him a skeptical look but then opens the bag, pulling out a pink box with bows printed on it
"this a fucking joke?" Marshall asks with an eyebrow raised
"just open it man, trust me." Royce snickers
Marshall opens the box to reveal a pair of sunglasses, custom made with the Detroit lions logo, his favorite football team that he fangirls about, the lens tinted with a darkish blue that matches the Lions logo. His jaw drops slightly, then a small grin spreads across his face
"shit, these are sick, man!" He puts them like an excited little boy on Christmas. it was adorable.
"Thanks dawg" he daps up Royce and pulls him into a brief hug
"No problem man, knew you'd love 'em"
"What's up with the pink ass box tho?" he asks with a low chuckle
"Thought it was funny, was it?"
"...Yeah guess it kinda was." he grumbles as if admitting it was a foreign to him.
"Whaddaya think, Y/N. do I look like the shit or what?"
You laugh, but you couldn't lie he looked good
"You look great, marsh. They suit you perfectly"
"Yeah, right? Royce got good taste, huh?"
"Definitely" you answer
"Damn right I do," Royce pipes up
Marshall posed dramatically in the glasses, then Royce and Marshall take a picture together, mostly just to show off what his friend bought him and to thank him for the gift then they post it on Instagram and Twitter. Marshall mostly didn't like his birthday but some people made it worth celebrating.
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a/n: happy birthday to marshall, he helped through a lotta shit and love his music more than anything. also did y'all know his birthday is the same day as national pasta day? cant be a coincidence.
