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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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A win is a win 💪

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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Don't Go

Adam Sackler x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: piv, biting, unprotected sex, whiny men

A/N: I finally finished. I feel like my dialogue is so bad 🥹

P.s. thank you for the people who signed up for my taglist ❤️❤️

"Can I just have one more kiss?" Adam looks up at you, pathetic puppy eyes and a pouty lip accompany his question.

"Ugh," you sigh, relenting to your boyfriend's demands. His little mustache tickles your upper lip as you place another light kiss on his lips. Large arms wrap around your waist and pull you down to Adam's lap.

"Adam come on, you know I have to go." Pitiful whines come from your childish boyfriend as he keeps his hold on your waist.

"No you don't, we both know you don't want to see your parents. Just don't go." It was true, you really didn't, but not showing up would just make things more difficult with them.

"Baby, I do have to go. I promise I'll give you all the kisses and cuddles you could possibly want when I get back."

"You can be a little late though," Adam flashes his signature devilish grin at you. His hands wander across your back, pushing your bodies closer together. Little pecks are placed on your chest, going from your collarbone to your breasts.

"Baby," you groan, knowing that you're going to be trapped in his apartment for at least the next thirty minutes. You sigh and let your frame relax into Adam's touch. Your fingers wander up his neck to his short black hair, the silky strands tickle your knuckles when you push your hand through them.

The warmth of your two bodies pressed against each other only encourages you both to start undressing. Adam rips off his shirt without a second thought. He reaches to unbutton yours but you stop him before he can.

"Uh uh," you wag a finger at him. "Remember the last time I let you undo the buttons on my shirt? You popped them all off." You carefully undo one at a time as Adam pouts.

"It was an accident," he states, pulling off your bra after you removed your shirt. Your large breasts fall as they're released from their confinement. Adam holds one in his hand, rubbing the nipple with his thumb. The sensation sends heat to your core, causing a pool to form in your underwear. Your hips move mindlessly to find friction against your aching clit. Adam's crotch provides the much needed pressure. His sweatpants are tented from the grinding and his cock is begging for more attention.

"You just can't wait to have this dick, can you?" Adam says cockily. He pushes you onto the couch. His lips are immediately on your neck, his crooked teeth leave little bites on your sensitive skin.

"Don't leave any marks! I don't want my parents questioning me more than they already will," you beg, lightly smacking his shoulder. Adam only chuckles at your plea. His fingers move to your jeans, taking them off your thick thighs swiftly along with his own sweats.

His cock is flushed with pink. A large throbbing vein is visible running through it. The tip weeps precum from its slit. Adam inserts himself slowly into you, making sure you feel every inch ease in. A moan escapes your lips as he starts thrusting into you.

"Oh this pussy was ready for me huh?" Adam whispers against your temple. Your wetness coats his shaft as he goes in and out of you, leaving your entrance covered in slick.

"Oh shut up," you respond, grabbing Adam's stubbled jaw and pressing his lips against yours. He moans into the kiss. You can feel the vibrations of it move from your mouth to your throat, down to your chest. As the thrusts get harder, your head bobs up and down, hitting the armrest on the couch.

"Ouch," you laugh, rubbing the top of your head. Your braids manage to soften the blow, but it still hurts nonetheless.

"Switch?" Adam asks, partially concerned for your head, but mostly thinking about how much he loves to see you ride him. You oblige him. His back hits the couch as you slide yourself down on his dick. You both let out a moan at the feeling of him sinking into you. Adam's hands move your hips at the perfect pace, allowing your orgasm to build in your core.

"Fuck, yes!" Adam shouts. His breathing is heavy and ragged. "Just like that." You bounce up and down on Adam, the curve of his dick hitting just the perfect spot to leave you shuddering.

Adam's chest is warm against your hands. His abs tense up and his grip tightens on your hips as he gets closer to his orgasm. The way your ass slams down on his thighs, and your breasts hang over his face, hypnotize him. The face you make when your climax finally overtakes you sends Adam over the edge. He bucks his hips into you, overstimulating your sore cunt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Adam spills inside you. His teeth grit as you sit there quivering on his sensitive tip. Your face is dewy with sweat, and your once sophisticated makeup is left looking like you'd spent the day in a sauna.

"You look bad, kid," Adam chuckles, teasing you.

"I fucking hate you."

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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Hello 👋

I have would like to know if u could do these request with Adam :

•One where the the reader a have a miscarriage do to a previous abortion and because of that she go through a sever depression.

•one where the reader has a borderline personality where she is going through one episode.

And one where the reader have a toxic family where every one is neglicted toward her (like she not ivinted to the event etc).And her dad always very mean (like always yelling to her )and nobody is doing anything because they don’t rlly care .

Tyy very much , I loved the last one that have done for me .💓

Loss

Adam Sackler x fem!reader

Warnings: talks of miscarriage, abortions, depression

A/N: I'm glad you like my work! Your requests always give me something interesting to write. I'm only going to do the first prompt right now since I have so many requests to finish but I'll try to revisit the other one after ❤️❤️

Prompt #1:

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you had a miscarriage.”

You were four months pregnant when it happened. Those words echoed through your head for days. Sometimes they still creep back into your mind just to haunt you. Every counselor told you it wasn’t your fault, but you didn’t believe them. It didn’t matter if no one thought it was your fault because you did. Your boyfriend tried his best to keep your spirits up afterwards, but you became a shell of the person you used to be. You spend your days in bed or on the couch aimlessly flipping through shows or just sleeping for hours. You’re spending your day on the couch watching reruns to The Kardashian’s when Adam walks in.

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Adam sits on the floor next to you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Fine,” you mutter, not taking your eyes off the tv. Adam turns to look at the tv and sees what you’re watching.

“I thought you hated this show! Didn’t you call them vapid celebrities with no self-awareness?” Adam asks.

You don’t respond, just stare blankly at the screen. He turns back to you and looks you over. He can probably smell the fact you haven’t showered in a week. You become self-conscious under his gaze and curl up into the fetal position, trying your best to just disappear.

“Honey, we need to talk,” Adam says after a minute. He grabs the remote and turns off the tv. He moves off the floor to the couch, a comforting hand caresses your ankle as he begins to talk.

“It’s been a month since…everything happened and I know you’re still hurting. I’m hurting too y’know, but I think you should start therapy. The hospital recommended some places that take our insurance, so we should try one.” He looks to you for any response, but there’s only silence. “Baby, I know it’s not easy to talk about, but if you won’t talk to me at least talk to a doctor. I’m worried about you. I just want you to be okay.”

You sit up, trying your best to think of anything to say, but nothing comes out.

“You can’t just spend all day here wasting away.”

“You don’t understand,” you finally say.

“No, I don’t understand because you don’t talk to me anymore!” Adam says in frustration.

“It’s all my fault! It’s my fault our baby died and there’s nothing I can do to bring them back!” you shout. All of your emotions spill out of you and for the first time since it happened, you cried. You cry like everything you ever loved has died. You cry like you’ll never feel happy again. Tears stream down your face and snot runs out of your nose. Your sobs are muffled by Adam pulling you to his chest. His strong arms wrap around your body, holding you tightly like you might try to run away.

“Baby, it’s not your fault. We did everything right,” Adam whispers.

“I had an abortion back when I was with my abusive ex. It left scarring on my uterus and that’s why I miscarried. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t had the abortion, our baby might still be alive.” You sob harder into Adam’s shirt. “I’m sorry.”

Adam doesn’t say anything. He rubs your back as you continue to cry. You don’t stop until your throat feels raw, but still sit in silence with Adam comforting you.

“I don’t blame you. I would never blame you for making a decision like that,” Adam says after minutes of silence.

“I know, but I hate myself for it and I’m too ashamed to talk about it to a stranger.”

“We can go together if you want. I’ll always be here to support you.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling out of his embrace.

“Okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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BRO IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS!!! I HAVE NO IDEA HOW SHE MAKES IT SO REAL!!

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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If possible can you write another 1970s Flip Zimmerman fic

A/N: Sorry this took so long I hope you like it 😭💔

Flip Zimmerman x Black Reader

Fluffy fluff, slice of life

Harmonies of cricket and cicadas buzz in the air. The night sky has too many stars to even count. Gentle humming of the beat up pick up truck you’re driving almost puts you to sleep. An eight hour shift at the dinner left your legs sore and your patience thin. All you wanted was the sweet embrace of a warm shower and your comfy bed. The truck comes to a halt as you turn off the ignition. The house that sits in front of you only has one light on in the bedroom.

“Ugh he beat me to it,” you moan, realizing you’d probably have to wait for your shower. You quietly close the driver’s side door and head inside. Pattering of water hitting the shower floor can be faintly heard from the front door. You place your keys in the bowl next to the door and make your way to your. The bathroom door is slightly open, letting out all the steam in the room. You could hear your husband’s faint whistling coming from inside.

“At least he’s in a good mood,” you say to yourself and you slip off your shoes. The new shag carpet is a welcome feeling to your sore toes. You begged for three weeks for this carpet before Flip finally gave in. Not making his homemade lunches for a week certainly sped up the process. Noise ceases from the bathroom and you head in to switch out with him.

“Hey honey,” Flip says, pressing a few kisses into your forehead. His towel sits dangerously low on his hips, and if you weren’t two seconds from passing out you’d take advantage of it.

“Hey babe”, you groan as you remove your little name tag and dress. The ratty old dress smells like old french fries and powdered sugar. Begging your boss for a new one has been a futile process, but perseverance is your strong suit.

The hot shower strips you of all worries, smells, and soreness. Your once tense shoulders relax under the warmth of the water. Lavender soap leaves its scent on you as you exit the tub shower and brush your teeth. Flip left your comfiest nightgown in the bathroom for you to slip into.

The bedroom is mostly quiet as you enter except for the record playing one of Flip’s records. Your mammoth of a husband lays across the bed with a cigarette between his lips and a file in his lap.

“Long day?” you ask, crawling into bed. Flip places the file on the nightstand.

“Not as long as yours,” he chuckles. With his lap now free you lay your head down. Your husband gently starts taking out the pins in your hair. Your body immediately relaxes into his.

“Stupid manager won’t give me a new uniform,” you whine. “And I had this one customer tipped me two cents.Two cents!”

Flip can’t help but laugh at your distress as he removes the last of the pins, leaving a little clinking sound as he places them in the ceramic dish on the nightstand.

“What is so funny? That was a very harrowing experience for me.”

“I don’t doubt that honey,” he chuckles. With your hair finally free from its constraints, you wrap it up in your silk scarf and pull your bonnet over it. Your husband always admires you when you do that part and you can never figure out why. “There’s nothing I can do about the shitty tips, but I can maybe…persuade your boss into giving you that uniform.” A mischievous look flickers in his eyes.

“What, you’re going to use some good ole police intimidation? I don't want him to fire me because you’re going around acting crazy, Flip.”

“I wasn’t going to do that. I just have heard some things about a potential side business he might be running that isn’t exactly legal. They’re just rumors, so we can’t actually do anything about them. I was just going to scare him a little with my knowledge, and get you that uniform.”

“So police intimidation?”

“Just a tiny bit.”

You roll your eyes in amusement, and crawl under the warm covers next to your husband. His rhythmic heartbeat guides you into a deep sleep. The warmth you feel with him is an indescribable feeling. That warmth is the last thing you remember as you start to dream.

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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Can you do one where the reader have ed pls(with adam)💓

Imperfect

Adam Sackler x Chubby Reader

Trigger Warnings: talks about bulimia and insecurities

A/N: You sent several asks so I just combined them all into one.

Summary: Reader has an eating disorder and feels inferior to their sister. Adam helps comfort you.

The straps of your short, black dress dig into your back. Any ounce of confidence you had when you left your apartment immediately dissipated when you entered your parent's home. It was a simple dinner party and your parent's introduction to your boyfriend, Adam. You weren't even planning on talking to her, but there she was—your sister.

She's always been perfect. The perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect smile, the perfect body. She was great and you couldn't deny it. You'd been so close as children, but high school was the beginning of the end of your relationship. The constant comparisons between you two from boys at school to your own parents sent you spiraling. You've been a bigger girl your whole life and high school sent you headfirst into bulimia. You got so thin just to 'compete' with her, but it never really mattered--everyone still chose her. Now you were healthy again and Adam always praised your curves. Seeing her again brought up all those feelings and more all at once.

You make eye contact with her across the room. She waves with a big smile on her face. You wave back, only mustering a meek smile.

"Omg! I haven't seen you in forever!" Your sister squeals as she hugs you. Her perfect dimples poke through her cheeks.

"Yeah, life's been pretty busy," you say flatly.

"Oh for sure, my law firm has been…" Her words fade away. You look around at your parents and the guests. Everyone seems enthralled with her. No one ever cared when you talked about your work, mostly because you weren't a big-shot attorney like her. Time feels like it's moving slowly as your sister speaks. You imagine yourself in a Michael Bay movie, running away from this whole party with fiery explosions behind you.

"Who's this?" Your sister asks, gesturing towards your boyfriend.

"Oh, um, this is my boyfriend, Adam," you say weakly. Your head feels like it's spinning.

"It's so nice to meet you! How long have you guys been dating? I swear she never mentioned you when we talked." We haven’t talked! Adam removes his comforting hand from your hips to shake your sister's.

"Like a year, I think," Adam responds for you. Your parents chuckle at his joking uncertainty.

"Well, it's so nice to meet you, Adam! I can't wait to get to know you better." You roll your eyes so hard that they almost get stuck in the back of your head. Adam looks pleased, though. He gives her the same goofy smile he gives you. Why are you looking at her like that? You just met her! Your heart pounds as you stare at both of them. Some part of you knows that you're being irrational, but a much larger part still feels upset. Your eyes get the familiar sting of tears, but you use all your might to push them back. Your bottom lip starts to quiver, and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before you lose it.

"Babe, I'm gonna head to the bathroom. I'll be right back," you say, beelining to the guest restroom. You look back for a second as you walk, your sister is laughing at one of Adam's undoubtedly funny jokes. Her hand grazes his biceps every so slightly. He doesn't even back out of her touch like he usually does with girls. He likes her, doesn't he?

The minute you make it into the bathroom, tears rush down your face. You meet your gaze in the mirror, your eyes tinged red. You hold your hand over your mouth to quiet the sobs, practically suffocating yourself. Why do I have to be like this? Heavy breaths fill the air as you slide to the floor. You want to purge every thought, every feeling, every sentence your sister ever spoke from your body. The toilet sits idly in front of you, goading you into action. Luckily a loud knock at the door disrupts your unsavory thoughts.

“Hey kid, you okay?” Adam’s muffled voice makes it through the door. You think about lying, but there’s no point. He’d know you’re lying just from the sound of your voice.

“No,” you reply shakily. The hinges on the door squeak slightly as Adam quickly enters. His brown eyes soften when he sees you huddled on the ground. He sits down next to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I’m acting like such a baby right now.”

“Don’t be sorry. What’s going on?” Adam shifts to face you.

“I-I don’t know. Seeing my sister for the first time in so long just brought up so many feelings. She’s always been the one everyone likes, and it’s obvious you like her too,” you sob. Confusion marks Adam’s face.

“Yeah, I like her. She’s nice enough. It’s not the same way I like you, though. You know that.”

“But why? She’s prettier, smarter, more ambitious, and less insecure. She’s twice the person I could ever be. Why choose me?”

Adam grabs your chin, pulling your face towards his. “Because I love you. I don’t fucking know her. So what if you think she’s perfect, I guarantee you no one is. She probably has a secret third nipple or an extra toe.” You burst into laughter at the thought.

“Nobody’s perfect. I’m not, and you’re not, but that’s not the point. I love you even though you suck at cooking. You’re not perfect, but you’re mine. You love me even though I annoy the shit out of you every day. I’m not perfect, but I’m yours.”

“You said you liked my cooking,” you joke, hitting Adam on the arm.

“I say a lot of things.” You both laugh at his stupid joke. Adam swipes his thumbs across your cheeks. His eyes look lovingly into yours.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, it’s my job as a semi-decent boyfriend.” Adam grabs your hands and lifts you to your feet. You look in the mirror to see how badly your makeup is smeared. Mascara had barely streaked your face after your crying session. I guess it really is waterproof. Adam brings a tissue to your face, wetting with his tongue before wiping off the excess mascara.

“Ew.” You swat away his hand in disgust.

“Shut up, I’m trying to help.” You relent and let Adam clean your face off. Watching him take care of you cements how much you love him. The way his eyebrows furrow in concentration makes your heart melt.

“I love you, Adam.”

“Of course you do.” Adam places a kiss on your lips. “Do you wanna stay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now.” You take a deep breath in. Adam throws away the tissue and grabs your hand.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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Forgetfulness

Flip Zimmerman x Black Reader

A short fluffy blurb since I've missed Flip

Early mornings are a constant for you, between your career as a teacher and your husband being a police officer, you barely get any sleep at all. This morning was different though, it's summer break but you still insist on making Flip a hot meal before he spends hours sitting over papers or doing some undercover work. Even though you love doing this for him it's still way too early to deal with his morning bullshit.

"Honey, sweetheart, light of my life," Flip says sweetly as he hugs you from behind, careful not to hit the pan full of eggs that you're frying.

"What did you lose now?" Your voice is monotone and tired. Despite Flip being a world class detective (in your opinion) and a smarty pants he still manages to lose anything and everything he can get his hands on.

"Can't I just say good morning to my beautiful wife? Your skin is glowing and your fro is even more gorgeous than yesterday." You roll your eyes and stand in silence waiting for him to tell the truth. "My badge," he says shyly.

"Of course you did. Have you checked the entryway bowl?" Flip quickly rushes towards the door and takes all the keys out of the bowl.

"Negative."

"Kitchen counter?"

"Nope."

"The cushions of the recliner?"

"Aha found it. What would I do without you?" Flip gives you a quick peck on the forehead before heading back upstairs.

"You'd lose your own head if it wasn't screwed on," you call after him. Good lord, what were you going to do with him?

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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hi I was wondering if you could do a flip Zimmerman x reader friends to lovers a little smutty maybe ?

A/N: sure I've lacking on the ADCU content even though that's the whole reason I started my page.

“Philip Zimmerman, you are such a liar.”

“It’s the absolute truth.”

“You met Shaq and just never told me! You are a terrible friend.”

“Hey, you don’t tell lots of things.”

“Give me one example.”

“Like umm, that one time where…”

“HA, you can’t even think of a time I hid something from you!”

“Okay, well that’s just because you’re so good at hiding it,” Flip raises his eyebrows in self-assurance.

The two of you sit on the front porch of your mother’s house while a party in the backyard rages on. Really it was just a small annual get-together that your parents throw every month with some of their friends. Flip just happened to be in the neighborhood with a six-pack of the worst beer ever created, Bud Light, when you texted him that you were bored and in desperate need of someone younger than sixty to talk to. In the span of an hour, you’d had two cans of piss water and found out the person you thought was your best friend keeps secrets from you. So it’s been a pretty average night for you so far.

“What other things are you hiding from me, Philip?” you question in a sarcastic tone.

“You remember Lisa? The blonde on the cheer team in high school?”

“No, not really but go on.” You did remember her, Flip dated her for one semester in junior year before they had an explosive breakup. Admittedly you were a little jealous of her. She basically didn’t let you talk to your BFF because “men and women can’t be friends” which isn’t even true.

“Well the reason we broke up is because I wanted to invite you to a party. She fucking flipped when I told her and told me we were over,” said Flip as he opened another can of beer for himself.

“So I was the cause of your breakup?”

“Yeah, but she was batshit insane.”

You both look up to the stars in the sky, you can see the Orion constellation from your position on the porch. A constellation nearby almost makes the shape of a heart.

“Y’know I do have one secret I’ve kept from you,” you say, a devious smile on your lips.

“Do tell.” Flip places his beer next to him, his eyes focus on you.

“Well…when I met your parents for the first time…”

“Go on,” a teasing tone escapes his lips.

“I had a big crush on your dad.” You slap your hand against your forehead in shame. You can’t even look him in the eyes. Flip lets out a roar of laughter before looking at you concerned.

“You’re joking right?”

“Yeah…totally,” you let out a weak laugh.

“Oh my god, you’re serious.”

“He’s a very nice man.”

“The whole time we’ve been friends you’ve been trying to get with my dad,” Flip says, fake tears in his eyes. A large hand covers his mouth as he sobs like there’s no tomorrow. “Our friendship sits on a throne of lies.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his antics. Footsteps approach the both of you and your mother appears with a tray of barbeque party wings, your father not far behind.

“Can you two do me the favor of eating these wings? Janice brought them over but nobody trusts her cooking since the ‘incident’,” your mother asks, handing the plate of wings to you. The bottom is hot to the touch and you almost drop it before setting it on the porch.

“Yes, ma’am I’ll eat ‘em in a jiffy,” Flip answers in an exaggerated southern accent. Your dad gives you both a manly nod before slinking back into the darkness with your mom. You hear them faintly whispering something about how clueless you are, but you’re too far away to hear the rest.

“Your dad’s weird,” Flip whispers as he stuffs his face with wings.

“Shut up.”

Time passes by in an instant and the party guests have left a hefty mess for your family to clean. Well, just you and Flip your parents opted to go to bed and leave to young people to the cleaning. Bright stars help illuminate the path from the backyard to the big trash bins sitting in front of your parent's house. Flip’s tall figure is silhouetted in the moon as he holds two large trash bags. You can vaguely see the outline of his biceps and the veins running through them.

“And Ron was talking about how Patrice keeps getting on his ass about working late which is bullshit because if we had a choice we’d be at home with our girlfriends. Are you listening?”

“Yeah, sorry I zoned out for a second. I told Patrice that being a cop’s girlfriend would be hard work, that’s why I’d never do it.”

“Never? Even if you liked the guy?” Flip stopped in front of the trash cans and threw the bags in.

“Nope, you know cop guys are never on time for anything and their dicks. Also, they could get shot anytime. A little too much baggage for me.” You head to the backyard to fold up all the chairs and tables, but trip over air but Flip catches you by the waist and sets you back on your feet.

“But hypothetically speaking, what if he was a really nice cop that promised to never be late.” You turn around and look up at him.

“Why are you trying so hard to convince me to date a cop? One of your buds ask you to set us up?”

There’s a look in his eyes, a sort of plea. They’re soft with desperation, his whole face is.

“Oh,” you respond finally getting in. He was the cop that wanted to date.

“But-” you’re cut off by Phillip kissing, his mustache tickling your upper lip. Large hands grab your hips and pull you close, you wrap your arms around his broad back to deepen the kiss. Time stops around you, nothing exists but you two. Your body feels light almost like it’s floating away but Flip holds you tight in his grasp. There’s rustling behind you but you ignore it, too absorbed in the moment to care about a possible murderer in your backyard.

“Finally,” you hear and turn around to see your mom holding a camera.

“Say cheese.”

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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Should I make a taglist? I'll make one if at least one person responds 🙏🏾😭

#reader insert #black reader #black girl reader #black!fem!reader #chubby black reader #fanfic #chubby reader #reader insert fluff #adam driver #adam driver x chubby black reader #black reader smut #black fanfiction #plus size black girl #black writers #black fanfic writer

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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I'm writing a new Adam Sackler smut tonight. Feel free to comment any ideas if you want them to be incorporated into the story.

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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My page is officially one years old 🎂🎉👏🏾

#one year old #reader insert #black reader #black girl reader #black!fem!reader #chubby black reader #fanfic #chubby reader #reader insert fluff #adam driver #adam driver x chubby black reader #plus size reader smut #plus sized reader #black reader smut #black fanfiction #plus size black girl

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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I want to write some blurbs this week so use some of these prompts or any prompt you want and give me a character to write for, preferably a character I've already written or an Evan Peters character.

1. Carving a pumpkin

2. "Did I scare you? "no!"

3. "isn't this stuff for kids?"

4. "You're such a flirt!" "Only with you"

5. "Would you go on a date with me?"

6. "Just one more kiss?

7. Halloween party

8. Wrapping gifts

9. Secret Santa

10. "Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe."

11. "i hate Christmas shopping" - love Christmas shopping!"

12. "I'm so very in love with you."

13. Peppering kisses on the other's cheeks, nose, forehead, temple, etc.

14. Combing their fingers through the other's hair.

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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400

Thank you for 400 followers!!! I can't believe I've made it this far in such a short amount of time. I've been here less than a year and I've written so much. I'm thankful for you guys being patient with my mental health and work. I'm still going through a lot but I'm opening my requests again soon so I can distract myself. I'm happy I could make a space where people who look like me can enjoy reading something for them (even though I'm not the best at describing the reader).

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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I need some dialogue heavy prompts for some blurbs! My dialogue is straight ass so I want to practice it.

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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TAGLIST

Here's a Google form to fill out if you want to be on my taglist!

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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Half way done with my Adam Sackler smut. If you want to be tagged, comment below. Sorry it's taking so long, my classes started back up again. I can't wait to finally graduate 😭

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