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Pain & Gain by TheBlackKeyss
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Sequel to the Eminem fan fiction "Superman" if you would like to read the first one you can find it under my works :) As stated in the disclaimer for "Superman", the Marshall in this story bares no likeness to the behavior, actions, or relations of the real Marshall Mathers apart from appearance
πŽπ€π“π‡ || 𝐀𝐍 π„πŒπˆππ„πŒ π…π€ππ…πˆπ‚ by ThatBoujeeBaby
ThatBoujeeBaby
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π™ΊπšŽπš‘πš•πšŠπš—πš’ πš’πšœ πšœπš πš˜πš›πš— πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš˜πšŠπšπš‘ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πšπšŠπš’ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πšπš›πš˜πš˜πš– 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŽπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšžπšπš‘, πšπš‘πšŽ πš πš‘πš˜πš•πšŽ πšπš›πšžπšπš‘, πšŠπš—πš πš—πš˜πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš‹πšžπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšžπšπš‘. π™Ύπš—πšŒπšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πš“πš˜πš‹ πš’πšœ πšπš˜πš—πšŽ πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘, πš‘πšŽπš› πš™πšŽπš›πšœπš˜πš—πšŠπš• πš•πš’πšπšŽ πš’πšœ πš—πš˜πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš‹πšžπš πšπš›πšžπšπš‘πšπšžπš•. π™΄πšœπš™πšŽπšŒπš’πšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš πš‘πšŽπš— πšœπš‘πšŽ'𝚜 πšŠπšœπšœπš’πšπš—πšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš›πšŽπš™πš›πšŽπšœπšŽπš—πš πš‘πšŽπš› πš—πšŽπš πšŽπšœπš πšŒπš•πš’πšŽπš—πš π™ΌπšŠπš›πšœπš‘πšŠπš•πš• π™ΌπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš›πšœ, πšπš‘πšŽ πš’πš—πšπšŠπš–πš˜πšžπšœ π™΄πš–πš’πš—πšŽπš–. π™·πšŽ'𝚜 𝚊 πš–πšŠπš— πš πš‘πš˜ πšπš˜πšŽπšœπš—'𝚝 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš πš‘πšŠπš πš’πš πš–πšŽπšŠπš—πšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπš›πšžπšπš‘πšπšžπš•. π™°πš•πš• πš‘πšŽ πš”πš—πš˜πš πšœ πš’πšœ 𝚊 πš•πš’πšπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšœπš’πš— πšŠπš—πš πš•πš’πšŽπšœ. π™³πš˜πšŽπšœ πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πš™πšŠπš›πšπš—πšŽπš›πšœπš‘πš’πš™ πšπš˜πš›πšŒπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš˜πšπš‘ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– 𝚝𝚘 πš•πš’πšŸπšŽ 𝚊 πš•πš’πšπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πš˜πš—πšŽπšœπšπš’, πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 π™ΎπšŠπšπš‘, πš˜πš› 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 πš’πš πšπš˜πš›πšŒπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš˜πšπš‘ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– 𝚝𝚘 πš•πš’πšŸπšŽ πš˜πš—πšŽ πšπšžπš•πš• 𝚘𝚏 πšπš’πšœπš‘πš˜πš—πšŽπšœπšπš’? * This is an Eminem fanfic that includes a black woman. 🀎 Started: August 13, 2024 Cover Creds: ThatBoujeeBaby
In Too Deep by 50_shadesofshady
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Based heavily on the song "In Too Deep" in MTBMB (Music To Be Murdered By) This song and soon to be the story you are reading is about a woman who is married and of course Marshall (Eminem) who is in a relationship, meet and fall in love. You and Marshall both try to keep this secret away from your friends and obviously your partners. This story takes place in 2018/ right before "Kamikaze" How does is work out? Is the secret kept, told, or discovered? Keep reading to find out (This story is not related to neither "I'm His" nor "Head Over Heals For Him") Thank you everyone for the support in my recent stories and thank you if you will be supporting this one. Love everyone.... <3 Enjoy!!!
Emotional Boys 1990 by No_Megan
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β™‘οΈŽ There will always be fear amongst people who do not understand a concept, or a person. However, it is foolish to ever assume you know someone truly. Humans are complex, and they make up realistic illusions. Be careful, it's most likely a facade, and now you're trapped in it. β™‘οΈŽ ❀︎βžͺ Marshall Mathers is a seventeen year old failing high school miserably, taking grade nine for the third time and going through everyday battles with his mother. Having been kicked out for the last time, broken up with his girlfriend, and left beaten to a pulp by some not too merciful rivals, he's got himself in a new set of circumstances. ❀︎βžͺ Esdeath Domitia is doing well in life despite what others perceive on the outside. She's the most popular student at Lincoln High School for dressing provocatively without punishment, sharing the same age as Marshall. She's got a 3.5 GPA and enjoys reading up on politics in her spare time. That isn't all she enjoys though, she's also a major sadist, deep in the world of BDSM. ❀︎βžͺ The two of them interact briefly at school, and to Esdeath's perspective, Marshall is an already deadbeat loser who's failing in life and he sees her as a socialite slutty bitch that just talks to him for her own personal amusement. When she's met with the visual of a just previously jumped Marshall, lying on the ground just outside her trailer, her mind is running wild... and the thoughts aren't innocent. They've got themselves in a tricky situation and they've got to look at each other deeper. #1 on Femdom hashtag as of 22/05/23 ⚠︎︎ warning: intense BDSM, femdom, sadism-masochism relationship, reference to drugs, alcohol and other adult themes. Please do not read if you're sensitive to disturbing or sexual content.
Who knew by altavision
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It's 2009. Marshall Mathers has just put out "Relapse" after a big break in his career. His manager, Paul Rosenberg, thinks that it would be a nice promotion for Marshall to have a series of articles written about his everyday life. For that Paul reaches out to a new but popular musical magazine in Detroit. By good fortune, the main character of our story, Ella, works as a journalist in that magazine. Ella is chosen to be the one who'll write the articles and spend the whole month following Eminem's life. The only thing is that from the first day the things between Ella and Marshall doesn't go really well. But perhaps, something may change? P.S. I don't really like descriptions like this but I just wanted people to understand the concept straight away:) The cover was made by @wxanderlust :3
How Did We Get Here - Eminem Fan Fiction by WriteawayJay
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In 2004, a young woman follows her boyfriend to Michigan as he pursues his dreams. During her time there, she forms a deep and meaningful friendship with Nathan Mathers while simultaneously experiencing a dramatic shift in her relationship. This unexpected connection leads to a series of events filled with love, heartache, and adventure on the road, ultimately altering her life forever. *Although this is a work of fiction, some parts are inspired by real events. **Contains Mature Content, Domestic Abuse, Sexual Content, Mature Language, Drug Use... You get the point ;)
Damaged by lolalittlelegs
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Never judge a book by its cover.
In Too Deep by lolalittlelegs
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Fucked up relationships are what Marshall Mathers is best at other than Rap. One man, two women. A tale of lust, jealousy and seduction. Will Marshall come out on top or will he lose everything he loves?
The Fame... by Doin_Time
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I stood outside on the high balcony, my eyes sweeping over the bright city. High buildings illuminated the black sky, and I could hear the rumbling of the streets from eighteen stories high. A warm breeze wisped my hair from behind my ear and sent it floating in front of my face. I didn't bother to move it back into place. My hands, trembling as they were, still had a solid grip on the neck of my bottle. I was starting to feel something warm tingle in my stomach and relax my limbs. It was easing the hazy mess my mind was it, replacing it with the blissful emotions that I can only feel when I'm drunk. I took a swig of the bitter tasting liquor and managed to hold back the cringe that wanted to scrunch up my face. I learned how to hide the disgust that vodka gave me with years of practice, but that doesn't mean the feeling stopped coming. I hated drinking--I hated that it was the only thing that I did. The glass sliding door was pushed open. I didn't bother turning around; I knew who it was, and I wasn't in the mood to look at him. The door slid shut. I heard him clear his throat. "Nice night, huh?"