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artemisthewh0re · 4 months

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Hii! I was wondering if you could do a smut fic about Sam McDonald where the reader is a Fitzgerald sister and they have a secret relationship? For the smut can you do a dom Sam with some choking and some name calling like Daddy/Slut/Whore?

A/N: I'm so fucking sorry this took my a million years to write and I'm sorry that it's short!!! School has been beating my ass but I'm almost finished thank god.

Sam McDonald x Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub, protected piv sex, fingering

Saturday evenings spent with your boyfriend usually consisted of one of three things: working, smoking, or sex. Today was a working day for your boyfriend Sam. He whips around the little greenhouse watering and fertilizing his plants, both the legal and illegal ones. You lay passively on his bed watching him care for his plants.

“Babe, come take a break,” you whine, stretching out your hand towards him.

“I'm busy,” Sam calls from across the room.

You let out a annoyed sigh before turning away from him and sulking. An idea pops into your head and you quickly pull out your flip phone. The clicking of the keypad fills the quiet room as you press random buttons before putting it to your ear.

“Hey Rodney,” you squeal in an obnoxiously girly voice. You can feel Sam staring at the back of your head, so you roll onto your back. “Yeah, I'm not doing anything just hanging out with friends.”

Sam loudly scoffs at the word and you can't help but smile at his jealousy. “You want to go to the mall? Sure, I can do that,” you say, twirling your hair with your index finger.

Your boyfriend storms over to the bed, grabbing your phone and yelling, “She's got a boyfriend dick!” He looks down realizing that you never called anyone to begin with. Sam glares at you for a moment, but you give him a goofy smile that makes him finally relent. He hunches over to give you a peck on the lips, but you pull him onto the small bed instead. You quickly wrap your limbs around him in a bear hug before he can say no.

“I hate this,” Sam protests as you squeeze him tighter.

You place a kiss on the top of his wavy brown hair, moving down to his forehead, to his cheek, to his plush lips. Sam's lips feel soft to the touch and taste like the strawberry lip balm you had gifted him. The kisses are long and slow, taking your time to deepen each one. Your grip around him loosens and you moves for hands to his hair. Sam's hand moves down your body, coyly slipping into your jeans.

A breathy moan escapes from your lips as you feel the tips of his fingers graze over your sensitive bud. Your cheeks feel feverish as Sam dips his fingers inside of you.

“Such a slut, getting wet for whoever touches you,” Sam whispers against your collarbone.

“Only for you baby,” you say quietly through suppressed moans.

“Only for who?”

“Only for you Daddy.”

The pace of Sam's fingers intensifies with every thrust. They glide through your slick folds with ease. Soft moans fall from your lips, getting heavier by the second. You roll your hips into Sam's palm, but he pulls his hand away before you can feel the added friction.

“C'mon please, I need more Daddy,” you beg. Sam's hands roam from your pussy to your thighs, roughly squeezing them with little care. He pulls closer so your ass is flush with his jeaned crotch.

“What do you need?” Sam teases through gritted teeth. His growing bulge feels warm against your exposed pussy.

“I need your cock inside of me so bad, Daddy.”

The tight grip on your thighs relaxes as your boyfriend unzips his jeans to reveal his boxers already stained in precum. Your mouth practically waters at the sight and your cunt throbs in anticipation. His length is stained a rosy pink tint from the pent up pressure of his erection. Sam's eyes dart to your naked cunt as he puts on a condom, slowly dragging his thumb over the tip.

“Please,” is all you say before your boyfriend is fully on top of you. His cock buries itself deep inside your wetness. Your nails etch into the flesh of Sam's small but toned biceps.

“This fucking pussy, all sloppy and wet for me. You let just anyone fuck this pussy, you little slut?”

“No Daddy, only you,” you stutter out your words with each hard plunge inside you.

“I can't hear you, what was that?” Sam mocks your words, bringing his hips impossibly closer to yours. The slapping of skin fills the dead air as your brain attempts to make a sentence.

“Only you, only you, only you,” you gasp between moans.

Your whole body scoots up and down the rickety bed with each rhytmic thrust of Sam's hips, hitting every angle imaginable inside you. His lips graze the shell of your ear but instead of saying words he lets out a cascade of short whimpers. This practically sends you over the edge with your orgasm.

You didn't ask for permission to finish, but for a brief moment Sam doesn't care. An exclamation of “fuck,” is followed by your boyfriend's hips quickly and sloppily rutting into yours, spilling his seed into the condom. You catch your breath for the first time and attempt to move from Sam's softened grip.

“Where do you think you're going? Did I say you could go? You came without my permission and I don't take that lightly.” Sam's already brown eyes darken towards you.

“Yes Daddy.”

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artemisthewh0re · 5 months

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I'm finishing up my last requests but I've started watching the Prodigal Son recently and it's so good! I now have the urge to get discreetly destroyed by Dr. Whitley while Mr. David isn't looking 😁

@mullyvrfx on tik Tok

#prodigal son #martin whitley #dr martin whitley #malcolm bright #prodigal son fic

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artemisthewh0re · 5 months

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I promise I'm writing 😭

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artemisthewh0re · 5 months

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So fine

so handsome

#adamdriver #adam driver fic #adam driver imagine #adcu

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artemisthewh0re · 5 months

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God damn I've posted 250 times 😭😭

#250 posts #tumblr milestone

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artemisthewh0re · 5 months

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hello

Can you write one where the reader have money probleme that she hide form Eddie and she have a job to afford her basic need but she still struggled and when Eddie birthday come she do more hour to afford to buy him he gift and she even skip meal to not loose any money and Eddie end up finding this and they have a big argument during his birthday because of that and stop talking for week but he end up coming back and they have a happy ending

For You

Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: TW disordered eating (sorta)

A/n: I always look forward to your requests because they challenge my writing and creativity

Fifteen Days Before Eddie's Birthday

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Fifteen days until Eddie's birthday, thirteen days until your next paycheck, bills are due in sixteen days and you only have $125 in your bank account. Exhaustion pulls at your eyelids as you try to do the math in your budget journal.

"Groceries are almost $60, gas is $40," you whisper to yourself. You let out a sigh. You'll have $25 left over after just two things and still need a present for Eddie and pay bills afterwards. You scribble across your journal "fuck" over and over again, trying to think of how you'll get the money.

You could just ask your boyfriend for some help with groceries or bills. You could skip a gift all together and just take him on a cheap date. But you don't want him to worry about you, these are your problems not his. It's embarrassing to see how bad your finances have gotten.

"I need more hours," you say to yourself.

Twelve Days Before Eddie's Birthday

***

Your feet ache painfully as the twelfth hour of your double starts to sink in. The memory foam on your flats has worn off from the constant working, walking, standing. You push through it, taking yet another table in your section. A smile attempts to plaster itself into your face as you do your generic server greeting, but you end up coming off delirious. It doesn't help that your stomach growls loudly every time you hand a customer their food.

Nine Days Before Eddie's Birthday

Dinner was a mix of different customers' orders that had been sent back to the kitchen. As usual they were perfectly fine, just not perfect for the customer. Despite looking like a rat sneaking food in the kitchen, you felt better having something in your stomach after several days of not eating. You'd made $400 in tips so far and you weren't going to waste any of it. You had stopped driving to save on gas money and hadn't shopped for groceries in over a week.

Four Days Before Eddie's Birthday

Eighty hours. That's how much you have worked so far. Your apartment was a distant memory at this point. You'd stay at the dinner you work at to nap between shifts. Almost every coworker you have has given you one of their shifts out of pity. It was worth it in your mind. $800 in tips and your paycheck in two days was guaranteed to help with your boyfriend's gift and rent. With any luck you might have enough money to buy enough groceries to last a couple weeks.

Two Days Before Eddie's Birthday

Wind rushes past your face as you walk as fast as you can to cash your paycheck. Ninety hours of work translated to a $220 paycheck on top of all your tip money. It was just enough for you to get the perfect gift for Eddie and still afford rent. You slam the check in front of the bank teller a little too excitedly. She gives you a nasty look for startling her, but none of that matters to you. After the bank you head straight to your real destination, the record shop.

It's filled with every kind of music you can think of but you only came for one thing. Near the back of the shop was an aisle of classic rock and metal records from the 60s and 70s. Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, and Kiss were some of Eddie's favorite bands and you had found a gold mine of vinyls he doesn't already own. You made a list of albums Eddie had talked about getting and peruse the aisle, picking up anything on your checklist.

The cost of Eddie's gifts was just over $300 not including the gift wrap and birthday decorations you bought for his party. You went slightly over your budget, but there's still enough for your rent. You might have to live off of customers' sent back orders again but that thought is at the back of your mind at the moment. All you can think about is your beautiful boyfriend's face when he sees his gifts.

Eddie's Birthday

***

Party streamers, balloons, and a big Happy Birthday banner decorate your tiny apartment. A Walmart sheet cake sits on your coffee table with two candles, marking your boyfriend's 20th birthday. All of Eddie's D&D group huddle around eating pizza brought by Mike and sipping coke, possibly spiked with rum, brought by Eddie.

"Thank you guys for coming to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday! A special thank you to Mike and Eddie for providing extra food and drinks since I forgot to get them. Everyone put your gifts in a neat pile next to the couch," you announce.

Eddie sits on the couch gleefully as he's presented with presents. His lopsided birthday crown lays gently on his messy brown curls and his smile is from ear to ear.

"Let's see what you cheap asses got me. Which one should I open first?" Eddie teases. He pulls you into his lap and inspects the different boxes and gift bags.

"Oh, do me first," Dustin raises his hand with a smile before Eddie finishes his sentence.

Dustin's gift is a set of metal Ral Partha DnD figurines. All of them have intricate details and look amazing, even to a non DnD player like yourself.

"Thanks Henderson, we'll use these for our next campaign," Eddie says, turning them around in his hand.

The next few gifts follow a similar theme minus a random deck of cards and a new rolling tray, which your boyfriend was very grateful for. Finally Eddie gets to your gift.

"Saved the best for last," Eddie says, giving you a little pinch on the butt. You quickly swat away his hand with a giggle.

Your boyfriend removes the tissue paper from your bag at a dramatically slow pace. He pulls out the first record, Black Sabbath's Technical Ecstasy vinyl from 1976. His chocolate eyes widen with kid-like joy as he inspects it. He gently places it on the coffee table next to the cake and brings out another vinyl, Judas Priest's British Steel album.

"Babe," he whispers as he quickly rifles through the bag, "these are amazing! How did you know I wanted these? It must have cost a fortune for you to get all of these."

"You talk about them literally all the time, baby. I just made a list of the ones you talked about the most and made sure you didn't have them yet," you reply. Eddie smothers you with cheek and forehead kisses, not caring about anyone else in the room.

"All of your gifts suck compared to her's," Eddie jokes.

The rest of the party was spent eating cake and talking about future plans. By the end of the night your apartment was a mess of wrapping paper and deflated balloons. After everyone files out for the night, Eddie stays back to help you clean up.

"Sorry about the mess babe, I forgot how gross these guys are," Eddie apologizes while picking up scraps of paper.

"It's fine, I'm just glad everyone had fun."

You stack the leftover pizza into your fridge along with a final slice of birthday cake. The inside of the refrigerator looks depressing and barren with just those two items in there.

"Damn, you need groceries," Eddie comes up behind you. You reflexively shut the fridge door.

"No, I'm good for the next few days. I'll just live off the leftovers till they're gone."

"Let's just pick up a few things while the store is still open. You'll have to get them eventually," Eddie lightly flicks your forehead.

You walk out of the kitchen and sit on the couch, fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

"I can't!" Your voice cracks a little at your sudden outburst.

"Why not?" Eddie moves to the seat next to you. He wraps a gentle arm around your shoulders.

"I have to pay rent tomorrow and I won't have enough left for groceries. I'm fine though I've got leftover pizza and whatever gets sent back to the kitchen at work!" All the words just spew out for your mouth before you can stop yourself.

"Don't tell me you spent most of your money on my birthday gift," Eddie scoffs. The look in your eyes is the only answer he needs. "Honey, why do you do this? You did this last Christmas and every holiday before that!"

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to get you something nice Eddie," your voice cracks as you speak.

"You could get me a flower off the sidewalk and I'd be happy. I don't need $300 worth of records or a new guitar! And I don't need a girlfriend who can't even be a functional adult and watch her spending."

Eddie jumps from the couch, gathering all of his things except the records.

"Return them," is all he says before he walks out of your apartment.

The deafening silence is broken by your gentle sobs as you sink deeper into your couch. You did all of this for him, but he was right. You're twenty-years-old and can barely keep enough money for food after buying an obnoxious amount of unnecessary things. You overworked yourself just to go broke again.

You look over at the solitary bag of records sitting in the middle of the room. I know what I have to do.

One Week After Eddie's Birthday

***

The records are gone, your rent has been paid, and your fridge is filled with groceries. Even with everything full and paid off, you still felt empty without Eddie. You haven't tried to call him since the argument, but you thought about him every day. Still, you continue to focus on yourself and work and save.

Your mind is distracted from the topic of your ex by a busy mid-shift. Customers just spill into seats faster than you can say ‘Hello’. The hostess seats another person in your section when you turn your back. You give her a look of frustration, knowing it's not her fault, but she mouths a little ‘sorry’ before going back to her stand.

Your body moves on autopilot to your new table as your feet scream in agony. You're just about to do your greeting when you see who's sitting down. Eddie.

“I-uh, Hi,” you say with a confused stutter.

“Hey,” Eddie replies in a nervous tone.

“What can I get you?”

“I wanted to talk. I know you're working, but just pretend like you're talking my order.”

“Eddie, I can't. There are tables that need my attention,” you sigh.

Eddie fiddles in his pocket for a minute before pulling out a $50 bill.

“$50 tip and all you need to do is listen,” Eddie pleads, sliding the bill towards you. You silently put the tip in your server book and wait for him to speak.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you or shame you for buying me such a nice gift. I just wanted you to be okay and take care of yourself and not worry about getting me so expensive. I love you so much and I know I don't deserve a second chance because of how I acted. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for everything. I was the immature one not you.”

“I can't do this right now, Eddie.”

“You don't have to respond, just know that I'm sorry.” Eddie gets up to leave but you stop him.

“My break is in ten minutes, I'll meet you outside,” you say, before walking away from his table.

The next ten minutes are excruciating. All you can think about are his words. What do you say? Go fuck yourself? I forgive you? Your mind races all the way up until your boss lets you off on your fifteen.

The parking lot is almost completely empty except for Eddie's dingy van sitting in a more secluded area. You walk over and knock on the passenger side window. Eddie quickly unlocks the door for you.

“Thank you for meeting me,” Eddie says with a smile on his face.

“I have a lot to say, so just be quiet for a sec,” you reply, getting into the van. “You were right, I needed to become a functional adult. And even though you were right, you were still wrong for yelling at me and making me feel like shit. I forgive you, but it's going to take more than that to fix our relationship.”

Silence fills the small space of the van before Eddie speaks again. “I'm sorry, I really am. Can we start over? Not pretend like this didn't happen, but rebuild trust and love for each other?”

“I would love that.”

“Okay,” Eddie grins from ear to ear.

“Okay,” you say, not being able to hide your own smile.

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artemisthewh0re · 6 months

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Smiles

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie kisses you and two seconds in you’re already grinning into his lips. Even as your fingers wind in his hair, trying to pull him closer, he leans back to look at you.

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asks, a smile of his own playing at his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you huff, trying to look away though the smile in question does nothing but grow.

“You’re always smiling when I kiss you,” he points out, lifting a finger to trace your stretched bottom lip. “What’s that all about?”

“Nothing,” you say, beginning to squirm with embarrassment under the pressure of being called out. Eddie pushes you deeper into the faded fabric of his couch, nipping lightly at the very tip of your nose.

“Not gonna tell me what’s so funny, huh?” he asks, pressing his body against yours, warmth melting into warmth. You sigh as his weight drapes over you in the most calming way. Your legs intertwine and your fingers interlock.

“Nope,” you reply. Eddie chuckles before dropping his face to tuck into your neck. His lips ghost kisses against the sensitive skin, making you shiver and hum.

You don’t want to tell him that just the mere act of kissing him is enough to make you ecstatic. Full to bursting to the point where you need to express it in the form of a smile, a laugh, a gasp. You just can’t contain it.

But things are still new with Eddie, so for now you keep that to yourself. Resorting to smiling into his hair and holding him right against you, relishing in your ability to do so.

~*~

#eddie munson blurb #based on a recent experience where I was told I get really smiley when I make out like lol I can’t help it I like making out #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson thots #Eddie Munson #eddie munson fluff

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artemisthewh0re · 6 months

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Trying so hard to do this 😭

✏️ Sit down, put the words on the page.

✏️ They don't have to be good words.

✏️ They don't have to be many words.

✏️ They don't have to be inspired words.

✏️ They don't have to be motivated words.

✏️ Sit down, put the words on the page.

✏️ Writing that exists is better than writing that doesn't exist.

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artemisthewh0re · 6 months

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Found this on Tik Tok and damn 😭

#poem #poems and quotes #absent father #fatherless

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artemisthewh0re · 6 months

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i need you to do another tangerine x chubby reader smut, that was fantastic (i know its been a long time but i just saw bullet train yesterday lol)

Your wish is my command 🧙🏾‍♀️ 🔮

Tangerine x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: Thigh fucking, public sex (?), pet names (darling), bad British accent

"Tangerine, what the fuck are you doing?" You whisper. He ignores you, pushing your body against a wall with his own.

"We can't do this here." Still not listening, Tangerine presses kisses down your throat. His mustache tickles your skin and you can't help but melt under his touch.

Your mission was to plant listening devices in a Belarusian crime family's main hideout, but somehow you ended up in a storage closet with Tangerine between your legs.

"We have a-" Tangerine rips your black pantyhose with little effort, leaving your underwear exposed.

"You're fuckin' gorgeous, Darlin'," Tangerine finally speaks.

"That's great and all but we can't do this here!"

"Gimme one good reason."

"We're on a mission!" You scream-whisper.

Tangerine looks at you for a minute. "Not good enough."

His hands are all over you, one pushing between your soft thighs and the other groping anything he can get his hands on. You give up on redirecting Tangerine and decide to go along with it. You'd be lying if you said you've never thought about having sex in a risky situation before.

Tangerine's middle finger traces the sensitive bud between your legs at an achingly deliberate pace. A whine escapes your lips in frustration as you attempt to rock your hips against his hand. Tangerine only laughs in response to your suffering. His thick digit swirls your clothed clit with the express purpose of riling you up. It's so slow, but feels so damn good. You want more so badly, squeezing your thighs together just to get more friction.

A knee pries your legs further apart, finally giving your aching cunt an outlet. In an instant your legs lock around Tangerine's thigh and forcibly grind into it.

"What are you--," Tangerine starts, but he quickly realizes just how needy you are.

Tangerine's Royal Blue slacks crinkle then straighten out with each thrust of your pelvis, becoming wet with arousal. Your hands run to his brown locks in a frenzy as your orgasm builds within you.

"Just like that, Darlin'," Tangerine says into the shell of your ear. His breath is just as ragged as yours and only grows heavier with every movement.

"I need more," you reply, lids heavy with ecstacy. "please."

"Oh, I thought we couldn't do this here?"

You slap at his chest with little force, but that only results in more teasing. Tangerine places both of his hands on your hips, forcing you to grind harder on his strong thigh. Your clit brushes vigorously against his muscles leaving your underwear soaked. The room fills with the sound of shallow breathing as your orgasm racks through your body.

"I'm coming!" you yell, but quickly clasp a hand over your mouth. Goosebumps make your hair stand on edge and warmth spreads across your body. Tangerine continues to rock your hips back and forth as you ride out your climax. Your head lulls against the cold wall of the closet as you gather your thoughts.

"No dilly-dallying, we have a mission remember?" Tangerine mocks.

Your only response is raising both your middle fingers to his eye level.

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