Hes working out..

Marshall has a broad chest, tattoos of his daughter, cypress hill, his best friend Proof’s name, and a tattooed bracelet on his wrist. It’s hot… Sure he’s quite pale, but still hot as hell…

Since he’s now the big rapper— he’s quite cocky and arrogant— slightly feeding into his Slim Shady alter ego. He’s needing praise from you, like the praise he gets from his audience at concerts…. But.. look at him, he’s still perfect in every way possible.

Hes working out in your guys’s gym in the basement, you could hear him groaning slightly.. So you come and check on him… Now you’re all hot and bothered, ‘cause look at him! He’s so hot right now! Can’t blame you, honestly.

“Fuck…” He groaned slightly, heavily breathing… He sees you and puts the weight down, raising a brow.