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25 days with Eminem

Eminem x reader

Day 25

The morning of Christmas Day was a mix of joy, chaos, and excitement as the family gathered in the living room, the massive Christmas tree twinkling with lights and surrounded by a mountain of gifts. Jackie was already babbling happily in his little holiday onesie, while Marshall shuffled in behind you, still looking half-asleep with a cup of coffee in hand.

“Alright, let’s get this started!” Stevie said, clapping her hands and eyeing the presents eagerly.

“Patience, Stevie,” you said with a laugh. “We’ve got to sing for the birthday girl first.”

“Oh, right,” Marshall said, setting his coffee down. He grinned at Hailie, who was perched on the arm of the couch. “Happy Birthday, kiddo. You’re, what, 15 now?”

Hailie rolled her eyes. “Nice try, Dad. I’m 29, and you know it.”

“28?! Where did the time go?” Marshall said dramatically, clutching his chest. “I feel ancient.”

“Because you are,” Alaina teased, ducking out of reach as Marshall playfully swung a pillow at her.

“Alright, enough!” you said, stepping in with Jackie in your arms. “Let’s sing for Hailie, and then we can get to presents before the little one starts tearing into them himself.”

Everyone burst into a slightly off-key rendition of “Happy Birthday,” with Jackie adding his own babbles and squeals to the mix. Hailie smiled the entire time, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and joy.

“Thanks, everyone,” she said, blowing out the imaginary candle you pretended to hold out.

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Once the birthday celebration was acknowledged, the present-opening frenzy began.

“Jackie first!” Hailie said, grabbing a small wrapped box and placing it in front of him.

Jackie’s tiny hands immediately grabbed at the wrapping paper, ripping it with determination. “Look at him go!” Marshall said proudly. “That’s my boy.”

When Jackie finally got the paper off, he stared at the plush reindeer inside with wide eyes before giving it a big slobbery hug.

“Aww!” you cooed, snapping a picture.

“Alright, my turn!” Stevie declared, diving for a present with her name on it.

The room descended into a flurry of wrapping paper and laughter as everyone opened their gifts. Marshall’s face lit up when he unwrapped a custom pair of sneakers you’d gotten him.

“Yo, these are sick!” he said, holding them up for everyone to see. “Babe, you outdid yourself.”

“Well, you deserve it,” you said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

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Amidst the chaos, Alaina unwrapped a box of makeup and gasped. “Okay, this is amazing. Who got me this?”

“I did,” Hailie said, smirking. “I figured you needed an upgrade from whatever expired mascara you’ve been using.”

“Hey!” Alaina shot back, throwing a piece of wrapping paper at her sister.

Marshall was grinning as he opened his next present, which turned out to be a “World’s Okayest Dad” mug.

“Wow, okay,” he said, holding it up with a mock-serious expression. “Who thought this was funny?”

“Me,” you admitted, laughing. “It seemed fitting.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, pulling you into a quick hug.

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Jackie, meanwhile, was more interested in the wrapping paper than his actual presents, throwing pieces into the air like confetti.

“Looks like Jackie’s got his own party going,” Alaina said, dodging a piece of paper he launched her way.

“Can you blame him? Wrapping paper is way more fun than socks or sweaters,” Marshall said, nodding toward the pile of clothes you’d handed him earlier.

“You need those sweaters, and you know it,” you shot back.

As the morning went on, the pile of presents dwindled, and the living room looked like a tornado of wrapping paper had blown through. Jackie eventually got tired of his reindeer toy and decided to crawl over to Marshall, tugging at his pants for attention.

“Looks like someone’s ready for round two of breakfast,” Marshall said, scooping him up.

“I’ll get his bottle,” you said, heading toward the kitchen.

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With presents unwrapped and Jackie happily munching on his bottle, Hailie’s birthday celebration came back into focus.

“So, Hailie,” Stevie said, leaning back on the couch. “What’s the plan for your big day? Cake? Spa day? Let Dad embarrass you with a speech?”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of material for a speech,” Marshall said, smirking. “Remember that time when you—”

“Let’s not,” Hailie interrupted quickly, her face turning pink.

“Fine, but only because it’s your birthday,” Marshall said, chuckling.

The rest of the morning passed with plenty of laughter, teasing, and the occasional cry from Jackie whenever someone took away a piece of wrapping paper he wasn’t quite finished with yet. The house was filled with warmth, love, and just the right amount of chaos—exactly how Christmas morning should be.

As the wrapping paper mountain grew and the gifts dwindled, Marshall cleared his throat and held up a small box wrapped in silver paper. The room quieted, and everyone turned to look at him.

“Hailie, this one’s for you,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

Hailie raised an eyebrow but smiled as she reached for the box. “Another one? Dad, you’ve already spoiled me.”

“Just open it,” Marshall said, sitting back with his arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Carefully unwrapping the gift, Hailie revealed a delicate heart-shaped pendant on a silver chain. Her eyes widened as she opened the pendant to find a tiny picture of her and Marshall from when she was a little girl. On the opposite side, there was a short, heartfelt poem etched into the silver:

There were nights when the world fell apart,

When the weight of it all crushed my heart.

Dark days when I barely could stand,

But you gave me hope with your hand.

I fought through the chaos and pain,

Through storms of regret, through the rain.

The only light that kept me true,

Hailie, that light was always you.

From trailer parks to stages bright,

You were my reason, my will to fight.

Without your laugh, your love, your face,

I’d have been lost in a darker place.

You saved me when I couldn’t save myself,

A reminder that life’s greatest wealth

Isn't in fame or what I’ve built,

But in your love, pure and unspilt.

So today I thank you, my guiding star,

For showing me what blessings are.

Happy birthday, my heart, my muse,

Hailie, I owe my life to you.

Hailie’s lips quivered as tears filled her eyes. She looked up at her father, who was watching her with an almost shy expression. “Dad... this is beautiful,” she whispered.

Marshall shrugged, though his own eyes were a little misty. “You’re 29. Figured you deserved something special. You’re my firstborn, Hailie. Always will be. Thought you should know how much that means to me.”

Without a word, Hailie got up and hugged her dad tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. “Thank you, Dad. I love you so much.”

Marshall hugged her back tightly.“Love you too, baby. Always.”

The room was silent except for a few sniffles. Alaina and Stevie exchanged looks, clearly touched by the moment, while you smiled softly, holding Jackie close.

After a moment, you cleared your throat. “Well, I think this calls for cake, don’t you?”

“Cake!” Stevie cheered, breaking the emotional tension.

You disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a homemade birthday cake covered in Hailie’s favorite frosting and a big "29" candle on top. Everyone gathered around as you set the cake down on the coffee table.

“Make a wish, Hailie,” Alaina said, nudging her sister with a grin.

Hailie smiled, wiped her eyes, and leaned over the cake. “Alright, here goes.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, then blew out the candles to loud cheers and applause.

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As you all enjoyed the cake, Jackie was happily smashing crumbs onto his high chair tray. Marshall shook his head, laughing at the mess.

“I swear, this kid’s eating style is the exact opposite of mine,” he said.

“Well, he’s got his own flair,” you teased, wiping frosting off Jackie’s nose.

“Hey, don’t forget about me!” Stevie said, holding out her empty plate for a second slice.

“Fine,” you said, laughing as you served her another piece. “But only because it’s Christmas.”

The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter, love, and lots of frosting smudges as the family celebrated both Christmas and Hailie’s special day. It was a perfect and unforgettable way to mark 29 wonderful years.

As the celebration wound down and the house finally fell quiet, you slipped away to the bedroom, where Marshall was already waiting. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, but he looked up when you walked in.

"Long day," he said, stretching and leaning back on his hands. "I think I ate more frosting than Jackie."

You laughed softly, shutting the door behind you. "Well, you’ll need your energy for what I’ve got planned."

Marshall raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?"

You walked over to the closet and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped gift bag you’d been saving. Setting it on the bed next to him, you smirked. "Merry Christmas, babe. This one’s just for you."

Marshall eyed the bag suspiciously, then looked back at you. "Do I need to brace myself?"

"Just open it," you said, biting your lip to hold back a grin.

He pulled the tissue paper out of the bag and froze, holding up a deep red lingerie set that was both elegant and seductive. His expression shifted instantly—a mix of surprise, amusement, and something else you couldn’t quite describe.

“Well, damn,” he said, running his fingers over the fabric. “You really know how to pick a gift.”

"Only the best for you," you said, stepping closer. "I figured it’s the kind of present we both get to enjoy."

Marshall leaned back with a slow smile, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. "You’re gonna kill me, you know that? But I’m not complaining."

You tilted your head playfully. "So... you like it?"

He chuckled, setting the lingerie down and tugging you toward him by your waist. "Like it? Woman, I love it. And I love you for making my Christmas way better than I thought it could get."

You leaned down to kiss him softly, letting the moment linger. "Merry Christmas, Marshall."

"Merry Christmas," he murmured, pulling you into his lap. "Now, let’s see how this ‘gift’ works out."

With laughter and love in the air, it was the perfect end to a day full of family, celebration, and just the right amount of spice.

You smirked as you slipped off his lap and grabbed the lingerie set from the bed. “Hold that thought,” you said teasingly, holding the fabric up. “I’ll be right back.”

Marshall leaned back on his hands, watching you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re really gonna make me wait?”

“You’ll survive,” you shot back with a playful wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

Inside, you quickly changed into the deep red set, adjusting the delicate straps and making sure everything fit perfectly. The color contrasted beautifully against your skin, and the intricate lace details were as stunning as you hoped. You gave yourself a quick once-over in the mirror, smoothing your hair and biting your lip as you thought about Marshall’s reaction.

“Don’t take too long, or I’m coming in there!” Marshall called from the other side of the door, his voice laced with impatience and amusement.

“Patience, Marshall!” you replied, laughing softly as you grabbed the matching robe to complete the look.

When you finally stepped out of the bathroom, his jaw practically dropped. His eyes widened as they trailed over you, and he sat up straighter on the bed, clearly at a loss for words.

“So... what do you think?” you asked, twirling slightly to give him the full effect.

Marshall blinked, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Damn,” he muttered, running a hand over his jaw. “That’s... that’s better than I imagined.”

You laughed, walking over to him with a confident sway in your hips. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Mathers.”

He shook his head, reaching out to take your hand and pulling you closer. “You’re gonna drive me insane, you know that?”

You leaned down, your faces inches apart. “That’s kind of the point.”

Marshall grinned, his hands sliding around your waist. “Best gift ever,” he murmured, pulling you into his lap. “But I think I need to give you something in return.”

“Oh?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. “And what would that be?”

“I’ll show you,” he said with a wink, leaning in to kiss you deeply, his hands tracing the delicate fabric of the robe.

The rest of the night was filled with stolen kisses, playful laughter, and the kind of moments that made your love for each other feel even more special. It was a Christmas neither of you would forget anytime soon.

Marshall's lips trailed along your jawline as he held you close, his voice soft but full of warmth. “You seriously outdid yourself tonight. I don’t think anything’s gonna top this Christmas.”

You chuckled, letting your fingers rest on his shoulders. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But if you think this is the peak, just wait until next year.”

He leaned back slightly, smirking as his hands rested on your waist. “Oh, so this is a yearly tradition now? I’m not complaining.”

“You’d better not be,” you teased, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Besides, you deserve it. You’ve been amazing this year, Marshall. With Jackie, the girls, everything. I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”

Marshall’s expression softened, and he pulled you closer. “You’re the one who deserves the appreciation. You’ve kept this family together, made every day special—even when Jackie’s crying his lungs out or the girls are driving us insane. I don’t say it enough, but I’m lucky as hell to have you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in to kiss him again, savoring the moment. “You’re pretty great yourself, you know. But enough of the mushy talk,” you said, grinning as you sat back slightly. “I think you’re still supposed to unwrap this gift.”

Marshall raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Oh, am I now?”

You nodded, slipping the robe off your shoulders and letting it pool around you. His breath hitched as his eyes roamed over you, and he let out a low whistle.

“Damn, woman,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You’re gonna make me forget how to talk.”

“Good,” you said with a playful smirk. “Talking’s overrated anyway.”

He laughed, pulling you back into his arms. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

“Mmhmm,” you murmured, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. The heat between you grew with every touch, and you felt your pulse quicken in anticipation.

Marshall’s hands found their way to the clasp of your bra, his fingers fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar design. You giggled, leaning back to give him better access. “Let me help with that,” you whispered, guiding his hands. The bra fell away, revealing your bare breasts to the cool air of the room. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight, and he leaned in to kiss the delicate skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

With a gentle tug, he removed the lingerie, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry gaze. You felt a thrill of desire as he took in every inch of you, his eyes full of passion and adoration. You reached for his pants, eager to reciprocate, but he stopped you. “Let me enjoy the view for a moment,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper.

He slid his hands down to your hips, caressing the smooth skin before moving to the thin strip of fabric that separated you from him. His fingers danced along the edge, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, and the anticipation was almost too much to handle.

Finally, with a swift movement, he pulled your panties aside, exposing your wetness to the cool air. You gasped as he kissed you deeply, his hand sliding down to explore your folds. His thumb circled your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm.

“Marshall,” you breathed, arching your back as his touch grew more insistent. His kisses grew more feverish, and you knew you couldn’t wait much longer. He stood you up, his hands supporting your weight, and guided you to the bed. You lay back, watching him as he removed his own clothing, revealing his hard length.

He climbed onto the bed, his body covering yours. The warmth of his skin pressed against you, and you felt his hardness against your thigh. He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, giving him the silent go-ahead.

With one smooth thrust, he filled you, making you gasp out in pleasure. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling before he began to move. His rhythm was slow and steady, building the tension between you until you were both panting and desperate for more.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he drove into you. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your gasps and his growls of pleasure. The Christmas lights cast a warm glow over the scene, adding an intimate ambience to the already steamy room.

You could feel the orgasm building, tightening your muscles and making your toes curl. “Marshall, I’m close,” you whispered, your voice breathless. He increased his pace, his eyes locked on yours, watching for the moment you would shatter.

And then it hit you, a wave of pleasure so intense it took your breath away. You cried out, your body convulsing around him as you came. He followed shortly after, his own release hot and powerful.

You collapsed against the bed, your bodies tangled in a mess of limbs and discarded clothing. The room was silent except for your ragged breathing, the occasional crackle of the fireplace, and the distant sound of Christmas carols playing.

Marshall rolled onto his side, pulling you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. “Merry Christmas, Y/n,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You snuggled closer, feeling more content than you had in a long time. “Merry Christmas, Marshall,” you whispered back, your voice filled with love and satisfaction. This was a memory you’d cherish for a lifetime—a perfect blend of passion, love, and the magic of Christmas.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 months ago

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do we get to see the logan and wade conflict about writer!reader? i am loving the series so far!!!

Wade laid you on the couch carefully, "How the fuck did you not shred your feet?"

"I dunno-"

"And why the fuck did you lie to me?" he asked.

You shrug, "If I could have gotten a word in edgewise it might have been different. But you were so busy buying "world's okayest uncle" shit-"

"Calling myself the best is conceited."

"Fuck you." You give him a look and Logan can't see what passes between you. And he tries Not to go over there. Not to loom. But when you start crying again it takes a monumental amount of effort.

"Okay, okay I get it. I'm a fucking asshole," Wade said, pulling you into a hug and rocking you gently. "Please stop crying. Don't cry. Fuck-"

Logan quietly. It was the same tone of voice as a kid smacking the other to hard and saying "don't tell mom". Except neither of you ever really told your mom anything- Well. You didn't if you could help it anyway.

"Can't help it," you sniffle.

"If you don't stop crying, I'll cry," he teased, reaching over to pass you tissues.

"Why-"

"Because," Wade teased. "My baby sister is sneaky enough to hide a whole baby daddy- You really had me thinking it was that hack mystery writer."

"Ugh. He wishes."

______________

Logan knew he was being watched. Carefully. By everyone. And he tried not to take it personally. It was his own fault, anyway.

But- it didn't make it any easier to take care of you. At least not for him, he kept waiting for someone to yell at him. But. When you reached for him. Looking for HIM to help you or just to be close to him it helped.

"How're you feelin', Princess?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you in the kitchen.

"Like I could go back to bed," you yawn, pouring a cup of coffee. "But. I gotta get some work done. Come up with some bank account padding."

"Sleep okay?" he asked, kissing your shoulder. He'd been next to you. You'd been wedged between him and a pillow. But, that didn't mean you slept very much.

"Fine," you tell him, turning your head to look at him, "Just- still running numbers trying to make the math, math."

Logan shook his head and pulled you a little closer, tentatively laying his hand on your stomach- you were starting to get a little bump now. He'd felt it when he held you. But. He wanted. Well. What he wanted didn't really matter- you were hesitating about some things. He'd gotten heated kisses and he could smell the need; your hormones driving you up the wall. But he was trying to keep the ball in your court. Even if he'd love to take you back to bed and fuck the thoughts out of your head. Replace the needy painful ache you couldn't quite soothe with an ache that left you satisfied.

"I picked up some construction work," Logan said. "It's gonna be fine, Y/N."

"Logan-"

"I told you," he hummed. "I wasn't gonna be some fuckin' deadbeat and make you do it all." He cradled the little bump and bent his head to bury his face in your neck. Grateful you didn't push his hands away. " 's my baby," he said. "Gonna make sure they're taken care of."

"You're a good man for the worst Wolverine," you tell him.

He chuckled and hugged you a little tighter, "Gotta take care of my girl to take care of my kid," he reminded. He let go of you and went to his jacket, pulling out his wallet and a small wad of cash. "It's not a lot," he said. "Used a chunk to get some documents so I could get a bank account. But- Here" He held it out to you insistently.

"It's not that dire, Logan," you tell him, gently pushing it back. "I can manage for now-"

"Take it and get yourself something then," he said ignoring you and tucking it teasingly into your shirt between your breasts. Trying not to notice that your stomach wasn't the only thing looking a little rounder. "I'm not any good at picking out presents."

You feel your body flood with heat when his fingers brush the skin of your breasts and it's all you can do not to whine. "I- thank you," you murmur, kissing his cheek before you had to turn and leave the kitchen. Before you threw yourself at him.

Logan took a deep breath and let you go. The scent of your arousal making him feel weak-kneed. Ball in her court, he reminded himself. Maybe putting the cash in your tits was too much. But- he'd heard enough horror stories on daytime TV with Althea. He didn't want you thinking he didn't WANT to fuck you. And he didn't want you thinking that you weren't attractive to him. He'd made up his mind. This was his girl and his kid.

#ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #Wolverine #wolverine x reader #writer!reader

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