Val's Masterlist And Rules :)

val's masterlist and rules :)

MY MASTERLIST

FUCKSHIT   -    mid90s

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Lover Girl Val 💋

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EMMETT CULLEN    -    TWILIGHT SAGA

Coming soon!...

PATRICK HOCKSTETTER     -    IT 2017

Coming soon!...

VANCE HOPPER - THE BLACK PHONE

Coming soon!...

CARL GALLAGHER - SHAMELESS

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CARL GALLAGHER HCs

SFW AND NSFW SWF HEADCANNONS I can only write Carl x reader as a childhood friends to lovers trope That’s just how my brain works lmao Y

STEVE HARRINGTON - STRANGER THINGS

Coming soon!...

GALLAVICH DAUGHTER - SHAMELESS

Coming soon!...

GEORGIE COOPER - YOUNG SHELDON

Coming soon!...

RODRICK HEFFLEY - DIARY OF A WIMPY KID

Coming soon!...

OTHER CHARACTERS

None yet!...

RULES

I will do NSFW, though i’m not sure i’m very good at it. I will write for any character on this list, and if you happen to request one that i know, ill see if i can write for them! I don't write male!readers, and i will default to fem!reader unless said to be gender neutral. I will update my masterlist when i make a new work, and FEEL FREE TO REQUEST! I do go to school, so ill probably be a bit short on time but ill try my best to do anything i;m interested it whenever i can! I am an ADD bisexual female, so i will say the f slur if necessary, and i will try to refrain from, but if there is a line that says the r slur, i might refer to it. None of my work is meant to offend anyone, it is purely for fun. Ill try my best to respond to constructive criticism, but if you're rude, you'll get blocked 🙂

Please request Harry imagines too!

Plz enjoy these Harry Hook images

Cuz damn he's hot!!!!

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.

Who are your favorite characters to write for?

Probably Vance or Patrick. Maybe Emmett and Georgie.

CARL GALLAGHER HCs

SFW AND NSFW

SWF HEADCANNONS

I can only write Carl x reader as a childhood friends to lovers trope

That’s just how my brain works lmao

You and Carl grew up together

You probably got together somewhere after he got out of his white boy carl phase

It would have been awkward at first since you had grown up together

But eventually it was as natural as breathing

You would be allowed at the Gallagher house whenever

Fiona would not give a shit nor bat her eye

She would probably be happy

Carl would probs be clingy asf

But you don’t have a problem with it

Dates consist of a private booth at the alibi or laying under the L like lip and Karen

You would save up for a small house and turn it into your home

NSFW HEADCANNONS

god he’s so good

I feel like he’d be the type of guy to eat you out until you cum and then fuck you so you feel better

His dick>>>>>>

He seems verbal

Like not in particularly moaning but just that he won’t stop fucking talking

People have walked in on you having sex and could just hear him telling you random things about other times you had sex

I feel like he’s longer than thicker

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.