Do You Think You Could Make A Like Fuckshit X Reader Nsfw Please?? Mans Isnt Wrote About Enough.

Do you think you could make a like fuckshit x reader nsfw please?? Mans isn’t wrote about enough.🥲

Your wish is my command ;) comments appreciated

CANT STOP WONT STOP -FUCKSHIT NSFW X READER

PROMPT:    Multiple orgasms. Fuckshit is obsessed with making Y/N cum over and over again.

STORY: That’s how it always has been. Fuckshit has a massive thing for making you cum repeatedly. You didn't expect it from him, he’s a laid-back guy so you thought he would be like that in the bedroom too… Oh how wrong you were. If he’s really in the mood you’ll be in for it. Your look when you're spiralling in pleasure after your 3rd orgasm is heaven to him. Sitting on your bed, sprawled out, laying on your boyfriend’s chest, him pounding into your pussy at a rapid pace from behind. You could only think about what was happening in the moment, fuckshit’s fingers circling your clit rapidly, creating a sense of pleasure that you never thought you would be able to achieve. This had been going on for nearly an hour, and you were starting to cry from the euphoric feeling. “morrreee!” you felt his warm cum shoot high into your pussy, making you feel even better. Fuckshit pulled out, immediately using his other hand and shoving two fingers into your sopping cunt. Your moans weren't even coherent anymore, just babbling, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure just as you cum for the however-many-eth time (you can't even remember). You collapse onto fuckshit’s chest, as he strokes your sides.

Heyyyyy, if you could right like a “nsfw” type fic of fuckshit x female reader based at like a party at her house maybe??? Idk Stevie’s older sister(I am bad at writing prompts but I’m desperate-) also I’ve read some of your other docs and they are really good:)))

Will be doing this when I have time! Currently studying for a test though :)

For whoever rq fuckshit x bimbo reader I rlly like the idea so I will be doing it but I have LONG ASS nails rn so once I get sick of them (longest will be in a few days )I’ll try

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gallavich dads where their daughter comes home pregnant and mickey ian and lip all get super protective

GALLAVICH X DAUGHTER!READER

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, angst turned fluff, angry mickey, daughter is 14, mickey and ian are in their thirties, use of y/n

No...No! You're probably wondering how y/n got in this situation...well, she may have done some things that she probably shouldnt have while at a party, and one thing led to another. Y/n is currently sitting on her bathroom floor, four positive pregnancy tests scattered across the tiles, one in her hand. I'm only fourteen! What the fuck will people think...what will my dads think?! Those were the thoughts that were stuck in her mind. She had been raised to be shameless, as a gallagher-milkovich but her fear of judgement was creeping in.

She heard the door to their two-bedroom apartment slam open, the loud footsteps of her dads banging through the living room. they mustn't have known she was home...how could they? she was supposed to be at school right now...but this is more important! she listens through the locked door as her dads sit down on the couch, sighing as she leans back, contemplating how fucking stupid she could be, to have sex, let alone unprotected sex at 14?!

y/n's body tensed as she heard mickeys heavy footsteps stride towards the bathroom door, scuttling around trying to shove the pregnancy tests in the laundry basket. she goes over to the sink and runs her hands under the water, wiping her smudged makeup off of her face.

she then hears her dad toying with the door knob, before yelling "who the fuck is in there?!". she panics, turning the water off and yelling back "it's just me dad!". she unlocks the door, straightening out her shirt and greeting her dad. "what the fuck are you doing home?" he asks, surprised to see his daughter home so early. "oh, my teacher was being a dickhead and sent me out of class so i left, didnt think you'd mind is all". she says, looking up at him. "you know i dont, but your dad will be pissed when he sees you home early, just a warning", mickey says before ruffling her hair and pushing her out of the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

she runs to her room, shutting the door behind her and flopping on her bed, completely mortified at what was going on. her heart drops when she hears an angered, confused mickey yell "WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE?!". at this point she was hoping that he had found her vapes or something, anything could be better than this, but she knew what he had found.

"What is it?" Ian yelled from the other side of the apartment, prompting y/n to slowly walk towards the bathroom. you could imagine her surprise when she sees an angered mickey standing infront of her, striding towards her rapidly holding, cornering her while holding 5 positive pregnancy tests. "are these fucken yours???" he yelled at her. she immediately broke into tears again, the stress mixed with hormones letting all of her pent up emotions out. mickey stands his ground, until he feels ian pull at his shoulder roughly, forcing him to stumble back. y/n cowers into the corner, not prepared to argue with mickey and ian. mickey looks down at her, being held by ian. "fuck...y/n..." mickey says, regretting how angry he had been.

he then remembered that shes only 14, she is going through so many emotions right now, and that his anger can wait. he slowly walks back towards her, as she backs away from him slowly. then, to her surprise she feels him envelope her in a hug, wrapping his strong arms around her shoulders, kissing her forehead. she leans into him, relatively in shock about what is happening.

Fuckshit with bimbo reader

FUCKSHIT X BIMBO!READER

authors note: I ended up not making her so much bimbo, but more that style and like out there

All day, Fuckshit was waiting to hear the clicking of your heels along the tiles of motorz. He liked how the other girls tried to dress more casually and you; not caring what those bitches think wore your cute pink tank tops and denim skirts. That's what he first noticed when you came into the store with your little brother, looking for stickers for your board. He never believed in love, only in pointless hookups and month-long relationships with the school whores. That was when he saw you, instantly taking an interest. The boys obviously noticed his change in demeanor and hyped him up and embarrassed him a little bit to eventually go up to you and invite you to hang out behind the shop one day. You happily took up the offer, needing something to do on the weekend other than babysitting someone down the road for 4 bucks an hour.

You happily skipped down the street on the way to Motorz. You did receive some odd looks from girls your age, but that's okay. You rocked your bedazzled hello kitty crop-top, cargo-mini skirt of course having your thong hanging over and pastel pink stiletto pumps. People thought you were childish, sure. That didn't sway your love for the clothing style, though.

You could hear skateboards skidding against concrete and poles, so you knew you were getting close without even looking up.

Within a couple minutes, you reached the town's not-so-beloved skate shop, motorz.

You walked in, heels clicking against the cold tiles, walking over to the group of boys who were focusing on the film on the tv in front of them.

Fuckshit, who was getting up anyway to grab a beer, nearly did a double take when he saw you walk through the doors of the shop. He immediately walked in, noticing your outfit before anything else. You felt flustered under his eyes, hoping that they weren't too judging. But that definitely wasn't the case. He was looking at you with pure adoration. For the first time in his life he felt like he needed to make an effort to make and maintain a relationship.

"Hey, I didn't think you were going to come" He says cooly, trying not to show how much he loved that you were here.

"Yeah, I was just running a little late. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long". You felt embarrassed that he had pointed it out, as you were hoping nobody noticed.

What you didn't notice was that the rest of the boys, fuckshit's friends had started making their way out of the store. Fuckshit did notice this however, so he decided to be bold and grabbed your newly-manicured hand softly to lead you outside.

You sat down on a block of concrete, Fuckshit sitting next to you. You grabbed your pack of cigarettes and handed one to Fuckshit before getting one out for yourself. You grabbed out your cinamoroll lighter, Fuckshit snickering.

You turn to him in mock confusion "What are you laughing at mister?"

He laughs even harder "You got tons of that cartoon shit don't you?"

"yeah...?"

Fuckshit grabs it, lighting his smoke after you.

He shuffles closer to you, covering you from the cold wind, giving what you were wearing.

You lean in to Fuckshit's shoulder, understanding what he was getting at. Out of the corner of your eye you see him lightly smile. You guys watched Ray and Fourthgrade do tricks, Ruben and a kid you've never seen before sitting over on the other side of the park.

This was better than you expected.

OH MY GOD

Dancing Queen (Harry Hook x Reader x Uma)

(Y/N) finds themselves pulled into a Dress Code protest and ends up dancing on a table with Harry Hook.

FULL FIC on Ao3: 5175 words, CH 1/2

"Here we go," Audrey muttered. You glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, perplexed, but she didn't see you. She was turned to watch the king's table, looking torn between exasperation and fondness.

You followed her gaze just in time to catch the movement from the table as several VKs - and the King himself - stood up. They'd been hidden by the table before, but everyone could now clearly see that the boys were wearing skirts. Totally acceptable, up to dress-code skirts... but Auradon Prep was notoriously gendered about the dress-code and these were skirts that would be acceptable under the women's guidelines. They weren't permitted at all under the men's.

As gasps and conversation echoed around you, you leaned toward Audrey.

"Do you know what they're doing?" you asked, keeping your eyes fixed to the table of the hour. Even so, you could easily make out Audrey's sharklike grin.

"Dress Code protest," she preened. "I helped Ben and Harry pick out their skirts, and Jane consulted me on the music choice too."

You realized what the music was just as the lyrics began and the boys began climbing onto tables.

Friday night and the lights are low~

Looking out for a place to go~

Whoops and cheers of delight start up and you joined in happily, cheering louder as the boys begin to dance on top of the tables. Queen Mal, Princess Ruby of Corona, and half a dozen other notable figures start climbing onto tables as well, the group quickly spreading out throughout the room as they jumped from table to table.

Where they play the right music~

Getting in the swing~

You couldn't stop laughing. This was too good. Audrey was right there with you, laughing so hard you were pretty sure you saw her eyes watering, which only got worse as Harry Hook danced his way over to your table just in time to croon the next line along with Abba.

You come to look for a king~

He did something incredible with his hips in tandem with the line, drawing everyone's appreciative stares, before finishing a strut down the length of your table and turning to strut back.

Anybody could be that guy~

Night is young and the music's high~

You tore your eyes from the very attractive VK dancing above you to watch the others for a moment. King Ben and Queen Mal had ended up on tables next to each other and seemed to be having a bit of a dance off, to the delight of everyone. Across the hall you could just make out someone else - Jay, maybe? - pulling someone onto the table to dance with him when your attention was suddenly pulled back to your own table.

With a bit of rock music~

Everything is fine~

You're in the mood for a dance~

Harry pulled off several tight spins and struck a pose, throwing his head back and exposing the full length of his throat as his skirt flared. Then, he was looking down toward where Audrey had been a moment ago. You looked around too, surprised that you hadn't seen your friend move.

Everything that happened next happened very, very quickly.

And when you get the chance~

Harry reached down toward you. You blinked up in genuine bafflement, not understanding why the fuck he'd do that. You heard Audrey go "eep" and peripherally saw a blur of pink dash behind you. And then, suddenly, you had a famously recognizable hook tangled in the fabric of your collar and were being yanked up onto the table.

To say Harry looked more surprised than you were may be an understatement.

It didn't matter what just happened, though, you realized a heartbeat later. You were now a part of a gender movement and like hell were you gonna let the people down.

Harry took a slight step back, opening his mouth to say something, but you knew this song well enough to know you had less than a measure left before the most dramatic line and there was not a moment to spare.

You couldn't believe you were doing this.

You are the dancing queen~

Young and sweet~

Only seventeen~

Just in time, you grabbed Harry's hook, lifted it from your collar, and spun him like both your lives depended on it.

Dancing queen~

Feel the beat from the tambourine~

Oh yeah~

Audrey cheered so enthusiastically you'd be embarrassed if you had the focus to waste on such things. As is, Harry came out of the spin with his face flushed and eyes alive with an electricity as alarming as it was attractive.

You can dance~

You can jive~

Having the time of your life~

From there, instinct kicked in and you let it. Ballroom dancing has two very distinctive roles: Leading and following. The goal of the leader is to show off their follower. The goal of the follower is to be shown off and look fantastic.

Ooh, see that girl~

Watch that scene~

Digging the dancing queen~

You allowed yourself to lock in on Harry, and your world narrowed to nothing but Harry and the path of tables available to navigate. He synced up with you and allowed himself to be flaunted with an ease you'd never experienced before.

It was as natural as breathing. You'd always enjoyed leading just because you weren't a huge fan of trusting your peers to guide you as you go through the steps backwards - but this felt totally different.

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on~

Leave 'em burning and then you're gone~

Right now you had a fucking gorgeous specimen of humanity on your arm and nothing had ever seemed so important as making sure everyone saw how wonderfully his spinning skirt showed off his grace. That their attention was drawn to his hips; his waist; his chest. You wanted everyone to see the delight on his features and feel like they could never look away.

Looking out for another~

Anyone will do~

You're in the mood for a dance~

You guided him across several tables, enjoying the feel of everyone's eyes following Harry. Spinning, flourishing, sidestepping - he was brilliant.

And when you get the chance~

With a deep breath, you did something you never would have done if you'd thought it through ahead of time.

Harry was 6' of solid muscle and a complete stranger to boot... but your head was in the game and you could think of no more dramatic way to take Harry across tables than to do a lift. You just had to position him over there... and get yourself onto the other table with solid footing... hands firmly on his waist...

You are the dancing queen~

Young and sweet~

Only seventeen~

It wouldn't be until much later, in the privacy of your bed, that you allowed yourself to fully appreciate the look on Harry's face as you cleanly pulled off the lift.

He gripped your shoulders as soon as he felt you pulling him off his feet. Harry gasped into the lift, eyes fixated on your face, not glancing away once while he was in the air. By the time, only a moment later, that you had his feet securely placed on the new table, his eyes were half-lidded, ears red, and Harry was biting his lip delectably. Gods; he looked like you two had just done a lot more than dance.

Dancing queen~

Feel the beat from the tambourine~

Oh yeah~

In that moment, though, you just smiled back at him, pleased. Your instinct was 110% on the "show him off" setting and you only had one chorus left.

You can dance~

You can jive~

Having the time of your life~

Spin. Twist. Whirl.

Harry kept his hands on your shoulders, so you adjusted to a different dance step that would let him stay closer to you. It was more of an intimate step; more swaying of the hips.

You realized really quickly, though, that Harry might not be familiar with that dance step.

Instead of following you to it, he swooned in closer, wrapping his arms around your neck. You shifted your hands from his waist to his hips reflexively, but you missed your next step out of surprise as Harry started grinding on you.

That... was a bit more swaying of the hips than usually intended.

Ooh, see that girl~

Watch that scene~

Digging the dancing queen~

He kept up enough of a dance step to keep his skirt sashaying, leaving you to just keep the two of you traveling in small circles along the table and hold on for the ride as Harry clung to your neck and did lovely, wonderful, completely inappropriate things with his hips.

Digging the dancing queen~

The song came to a close and the cafeteria erupted in cheers.

You broke out of whatever trance you'd settled into with just enough time to lift Harry's hands off your shoulders, forcefully spin him away a step, and trip one of his feet so you could drop him into a low dip. The surprise in his expression quickly shifted to delight, and he was laughing wildly as you helped him right himself a moment later.

The world around you continued to filter in as he lifted your hand to his lips and left a parting kiss - turning and strutting off once he'd let your hand drop. You watched him flourish his arms as he jumped down from the tables and wove his way back toward his friends, the cheering intensifying around him.