#roderick heffley smut
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caligulawritesfanfiction · 1 month ago
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pairing ; rodrick heffley x f!reader
summary ; there’s a first time for everything — rejection, heartbreak, kissing, humping your friend…you know, the usual.
warnings ; SMUT,, p in v, virginity loss, reader has lady parts, dry humping, swearing, rodrick’s the loser we all know he (not so) secretly is, sorta sub!virgin!rodrick, virgin!reader
a/n ; never posted smut on anything before so…🔥🔥 i like to imagine reader is plus sized and gothic but yk whatever u wanna imagine her as idgaf, anyway hope y’all like (also experimenting in which perspective i like more so this one’s in first person)
first time we fucked, we were both heartbroken— him over heather, and me over some stupid poser punk boy from school. we laid in his bed together, both sulking and talking to each other about how things could’ve went with our crushes.
we take turn taking hits from rodrick’s sloppily rolled joint. we both decide we shouldn’t get too high, just in case susan arrives home early. we’re not crazy high, but high enough to get those risky, crazy ideas and laugh at stupid things we say to each other. eventually, we end up rolled on our sides facing each other. we don’t say anything, just staring with hooded eyes and silly smiles.
“you know…” i begin to say, scanning my eyes over rodrick’s face, taking in every little detail i see, “you’re pretty cute, i guess. i’ve never noticed before until now…” he chuckles, “yeah, i guess you’re pretty cute too, y/n…”
i lick my bottom lip, deep in a certain thought. roderick mimics my action, watching me. i take a deep breath before uttering out, “maybe…”
“maybe, what?” he asks curiously. i hesitate, but continue nonetheless, “maybe, we don’t have to be, um, lonely…in that way…like, i mean…” “what do you mean?” his questioning is innocent, almost like he wouldn’t dare jump to perverted thoughts like he’d usually do because we’re such close friends…
“well, you know…i’m a girl, you’re a boy…” i trail off. my once avoiding eyes are now back on his, staring right into his dark irises. i hear him swallow, he seems to understand what i’m implying this time. he bites him lip, and now i’m the one mimicking him. he nods in slow motion, it seems like. he whispers a borderline silent, “okay.”
i, very, very, slowly push myself up onto my elbow. i gauge his reaction with every small movement.
in all my time of knowing rodrick, he’s never really been with a girl. he’s never kissed a girl, or even held hands with a girl in a romantic fashion. i, on the other hand, has been with two guys. none were very serious, just casual flings— sharing nothing more than a few kisses. he likes to talk big game, especially to greg, and act all confident and flirtatious. in reality, when me and him are alone and hanging out as friends he wasn’t so cocky. he was actually quite ‘dorky’, similar to his brother, and desperate to impress his peers.
now, i’m hovering over him propped up on my elbow as he lays flat on his back. his lips are parted, and his gaze occasionally wanders down to my own lips. i, slowly and gently, lower my face to his. i hesitate for a brief moment before lightly grazing my lips with his, both of our eyes screwed shut. just for a second, our mouths are just barely touching. he closes the gap completely, pressing his lips against mine with no further movement. i let out a breath i didn’t know i was holding in. i part my lips, kissing him properly and bringing my other hand up to rest on his cheek.
he suddenly gains enough confidence to grab my waist, carefully pulling me closer and closer until i’m pressed up again his warm, lanky body. the kiss is sloppy, but slow and gentle. it’s almost as if we’re trying to be careful with each other, both fearing if we make one wrong move, we’ll mess it all up.
i smile into our open mouthed, breathy kisses. i feel his warmth radiating off of him, it’s addictive. with every touch of his calloused hands to my waist, every breath of his i feel on my face, and graze of his pretty lips against mine, the butterflies slam in my stomach. it gets me hot, doing this with roderick.
when i said i’ve shared a few kisses with a couple guys, i meant awkward, tight lipped, quick ‘let’s get this over with’ kisses; nothing like this.
i lap my tongue into his open mouth. he moans oh so quietly at that simple action, but my tummy does flips and my face heats up like it’s been lit on fire. i lose the little self control i tried to keep. my hands move without a second thought, one to tangle in his dark, messy hair and the other to rest along his jawline. my leg whips around to straddle his hips, pressing down on the poor unexpecting boy. he gasps, which fades into a strained groan. the gentle kissing becomes feverish and needy, lapping my tongue against his desperately. he wraps his long arms around me, forcing my back into an arch; rib cage to rib cage, heart to heart. his hands wander would you expect anything else from rodrick from down to rub my hips, to up to grip my shoulders. our tongues wrestle and invade past the others lips. we share whines and little moans, reveling in each others warmth and need for intimacy. we breath heavily between each kiss, taste buds and mouth covered in each others saliva.
finally, i pull away, but not without roderick attempting to chase my lips. i lick my lips clean of our mixed spit. my chest is heaving and my heart is thumping as i speak, “rodrick?” he hums in acknowledgment. his eyes hooded and gazing at me full of lustful infatuation. i feel his heartbeat drum against mine, his chest pushing against mine with every labored inhale. i let my hands wander down to his chest, balancing myself as i lay meeting his stare. “was that okay?” i whisper. he hums first, nodding his head in shallow shakes. “why wouldn’t it be?” his confused tone makes me smile. i laugh, shaking my head, “i- i don’t know…”
he lifts his head to bring his lips back to mine in a sweet kiss. i trail my kisses to his jaw, then down his neck. i suck and bite softly on the column of his throat, bragging my tongue over each tender bite. he moans lowly, his hands caressing my crop top exposed lower back. his touch leaves a fiery path in its wake. i tug at his black loded diper tee. he gets the memo and i sit up a little in my spot on his hips to allow him to tug it off. as soon as the fabric is thrown to the floor, i let my fingertips feel his smooth chest. they run down past his bellybutton to his little happy trail of dark hair. my thighs clench at the feeling, my hips unintentionally wiggling against him. his eyes snap open and he groans, that’s when i notice his dick is firm under me. i snap my head up to look at his face, his eyes are now screwed shut and his lips are slightly parted.
“oh, shit…” he mumbles under his breath. i have to make a decision now. even though our friendship might be ruined after this little make out we just had, am i willing to ruin it for good by fucking him?
yeah, i think i am.
i can’t ignore the pit of fire nestling between my abdomen and the slightly uncomfortable wetness pooling in my panties. caught up in my thoughts, i didn’t notice rodrick had opened his eyes again and he’s staring right down at where our hips are connected. i decide ‘whatever, fuck it’ and lift my shirt above my head to throw it as fast as i can. my lacy bra exposed to his view. his eyebrows are raised, his cheeks dusted with a pretty pink.
“you can touch me, i want you to.” he nods, i gently grab his wrist bringing to my breast. he inhales sharply, softly kneading it. i whine at the feeling. the look on his face could make me cum alone. his hard on pokes at my thigh. i roll my hips down, my core grazing his through my jeans. he chokes on a moan, “y/n!” i smile down at him and giggle, “what?”, i repeat the action.
“that!”
“do you want me to stop?”
“no! it’s just- oh, fuck-“
“just what?”
now, i’m just taunting him. how could i not? he’s cute when he’s flustered. i plant my hands firmly on his chest, and repeatedly grind my core down on his. he grips my hips tightly, moaning at this new feeling. our moans and groans blend together. i speed up, my head hung as my face is contorted in focus and pleasure. he bucks his hips up, and uses his hold on mine to move me back and forth. i feel like we’re two wild animals, humping each other with such desperation and fervor.
“good- feels so good..” he whines out. yeah, this feels good, but i crave more. i abruptly stop, and he groans in frustration. “y/n?-“ “wait.”
i hurry and roll off him to remove my pants, kicking them off my feet. he sees what i’m doing, and is quick to follow. i stand on my knees next to him on the bed, he observes me ready to mimic whatever action i’m to do next. i hold his gaze and slowing pull my matching lace panties down my legs. a thin string of arousal connects my cunt with my panties as they slide down my thighs. he lays watching me, basically drooling as he sees a part of a girl he’s over ever seen in porno magazines. i hear him utter a holy fuck and a i can’t believe this is happening under his breath.
i remove my bra next, the slightly chilly air from his attic bedroom making my nipples harden. too mesmerized by the sight of my completely naked body, he doesn’t notice me reach over to slip my fingertip under the band of his briefs. he feels my warm hands on his skin, and snaps out of his trance. “oh! yeah, yeah, i’ll-“ he pulls down his black underwear and kicks them off his feet, his hard cock springing out. it’s bright pink tip leaks with pre-cum. i practically drool at the sight. i reach out to graze my fingers over his shaft. he softly moans at the small touch. i lean and kiss up his chest while i run my gentle fingertips over him.
i smile down at him, my face heating up at the fact that this is rodrick. that this isn’t a dream and it’s actually happening. the buzz of our shared high has basically worn off, and the reality of it all hits me. it causes a wave of shyness, my cheeks dusted with the same pink roderick has been collecting on his pretty face.
i push my shyness down, forcing myself to not let my nerves ruin this. i pull roderick to move ontop of me as i lay down on my back. “i want you to lead the way, is that okay?” i question, watching him adjust to hover over me. he nods and gives me a toothy grin, “yeah, totally.”
he takes this time to scan over my body sprawled out underneath him, “you’re really cute, y/n, really pretty…” he leans in to kiss me sweetly as i wrap my legs loosely around his waist. he takes that as a sign to look down and grab his cock, taking a deep breath and lining it up with my entrance. a low groan escaped him as he pushes in. i grip his shoulders tightly, feeling a burning pain. “are you okay?” he asks when he sees the grimace on my face.
“yes, i’m okay, i’m okay. please- please, keep going,” i stutter out. he continues to push his length into me, after a moment he bottoms out. “i-,” he chokes on his words, “im all- all the way in.” he moves from his position from hovering over me, holding his weight with his arms, to completely laying over me. his arms snake around to hold me close to him, and i do the same. slowly, he starts shallowing thrusting into my weeping cunt. the pain is quickly swept away with spikes of pleasure shooting up my body.
“rod- roderick!” i gasp out, my nails clawing at his back. he speeds up, starting from shallow thrusts to quick slams on his hips into mine. he mumbles out praises and whimpers of my name into the nape of my neck. he fucks into me with fervor, “you’re so fucking tight, ohh my god…”
unwrapping himself from my body, he raises up to watch his cock slam into my hole. drools falls from his open lips. he grips with my hips tight, digging his nails into the plush skin. pressure builds in my lower belly. “i- i think im close, rodrick, please- more, more!”
i reach my hand down the rub my bundle of nerves between us. but before i could start, he pushes my hand out the way to press his thumb against it, moving in small circles. “right there?”
“yes! oh god-“
his breathing becomes labored and the rhythm he had stutters. the pressure building in me snaps and my back arches off the mattress. my lips form an O, a silent scream rips through me along with my orgasm. with two final thrusts he freezes up, joining me in euphoric relief, and his head hangs low with a low drawn out moan. i feel his hot seed paint my inner walls. his chest is glittering with a layer of sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead. after a second or two, he drags his softening cock out of my clamping walls. he watches his cum drip out of my hole, seeing it clamping around nothing but the white liquid escaping.
his gaze takes in my spent body from bottom to top. my breasts rising and falling from the intensity of my orgasm, struggling to catch my breath.
rodrick swears he can see her glowing, like an angel sent from heaven just for him, surrounded by light. how could he not see it before? he feels stupid, what did he see in heather? him and y/n have almost everything in common; our taste in music, our style, among so many other things he couldn’t even think of in this moment.
he falls down onto the bed, making my body bounce a little of the bed. i giggle, and turn my head to look at him. he was one step ahead of me, already looking right at me. he pulls me closer, hugging me tightly. “y/n, i-“
the front door slams. “kids! i’m home!”
it’s susan.
we’re completely naked, there’s a half smoked joint resting on his nightstand, and we have no idea where we threw our clothes.
“…fuck.”
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whatdudtheysay · 2 years ago
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Roderick heffley x F!Reader
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CW - quickie, rough sex, basically vanilla ig???
Tell me if I missed anythingg
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"SHIT!" Roderick cursed loudly, his hands slamming against the metal door, making you flinch.
"Fuck." He murmured, realising there was no way out.
You were both crowded in an old art closet that had little to no space due to the hills of art supplies and forgotten canvases.
You sighed and rolled your eyes.
"If you knew you weren't strong enough to hold it you should've let me do it."
He chuckled deeply.
"You? You're half my size kid." He teased, leaning against it.
"I'm not a kid." You spat, glaring at him from under your lashes.
He just scoffed and his grin turned into a blank stare.
You sighed deeply, turning to the small window at the end of the closet. Just great. You were stuck with your ex childhood best friend in a stuffy closet.
You manoeuvred your way to the end of the closet, peeking out of the window. How long would it be till someone found you? If the teacher notices you're both gone for such a long time then they'll probably think you're both skipping class. Even if they tried to find you, this would be the last place they'd check.
You silently hoped you'd be found soon, moving into your tippy toes to see if you could see anything or anyone out of the dust covered window.
Roderick slumped down, sitting on the floor. He glanced over at you and then at the floor, stopping when he realized. He glanced up at you and that's when he saw your skirt raising, giving him the view of your laced black underwear.
He smirked to himself, watching as you tried going higher.
"Maybe we can get this open and scream for help-?" You brought up, glancing behind you.
You had caught him red handed, blood rushing North once you dropped to normal height.
"How much of a pervert can you be?" You murmured, pulling your skirt down.
He shrugged, getting up and walking towards you.
"Wanna find out?"
You rolled your eyes.
"As if I'd ever give you a chance." You dismissed, turning back around to look out the window, being cautious of your skirt.
"Careful princess. You don't want me to give you a reason to roll your eyes."
You blushed, feeling your stomach flip.
He's just bluffing.
You ignored him and stayed silent.
He moved closer.
"You don't wanna have fun y/n?" Roderick hummed beside your ear.
You bit the inside of your lip, trying to block out his voice.
You took in a small breath once you felt his hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him, your ass meeting his crotch.
You were about to say something but you froze at the sound of the door handle. You pushed Roderick away immediately, making him stumble on some paint buckets. The door finally opened, revealing a girl from your class.
"There you two are! Jeez, did you get locked in?"
You nodded quickly.
"Thank you so much. We were worried we wouldn't be able to get out." You thanked, walking out of the open door, Roderick slowly following behind you.
"No worries, let's get back."
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Class ended and everyone began to leave. You were sorting your things in your bag whilst everyone left the room, the ambience slowly dying down.
Your teacher got up from her desk, grabbing her things too.
"You two have a good weekend." She hurriedly said, running out of the class.
You were about to shout a reply but realised what she had said. You looked behind you and saw Roderick, putting homework into his backpack.
You turned back quickly, remembering the events that happened in the art closet.
You shook your head lightly.
Forget forget forgett
You quickly, shoved more things into your bag and pencil case. You were almost done, but unluckily, one of your erasers rolled off the table, right near Roderick's desk.
Kill me now.
After taking in a few reassuring breaths, you walked over and bent down to pick it up. When you stood back up, you were face to face with him.
You tried walking back but Roderick grabbed your arm, pushing you against his desk.
His eyes dug through you, a light smirk fighting it's way onto his lips.
"Why are you running?"
You put on your best poker face.
"I was walking."
He clicked his tongue and pressed his hips against yours.
"Wanna continue where we left off?" He offered.
You scoffed, avoiding his gaze.
"Even if we did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even get to finish so what's the point?"
Once you looked back at him you saw he had a dark glint in his eyes.
"Well, I'll take you up on that."
He grabbed you by the hips, pushing you onto the desk and spreading your legs. Your breath hitched once he pushed your skirt up.
Roderick's eyes lit up at the sight of seeing your panties again, a hungry glow in his eyes.
He kneeled in front of you, pulling you to the edge before tugging the lacy material off, letting it dangle on one of your ankles.
He wasted no more time, licking a flat strip up your slit, making you shiver. He moved back up, sucking against your clit whilst his hand crawled up your thigh, pushing his fingers against your entrance.
It didn't take much before you were a whimpering and moaning mess under his touch. He was definitely skilled. Skilled enough to fog your mind and make you forget where you two actually were.
He laid a kiss against your clit, looking up at you whilst his fingers continued scissoring into your heat.
"Haven't even given you the real thing and I can tell you're close to cumming." He taunted, returning his mouth to your clit.
"N-Fuckk no-" you sighed, pleasure wavering over you, sweat coating your body. "Doesn't feel good-"
You tried your best to hold back but how could you when he was going down on you so well?
He picked up the pace once he felt your needy pussy sucking on his fingers. Despite what you said, he knew you were on the edge of cumming any moment. your body was shivering with every lick he directed to your clit, his fingers adding to the pressure building rapidly in your stomach.
You almost lost your mind once he added a third finger, matching his deep and fast pace.
"Cmon, y/n. I know you wanna cum." Roderick breathed, his breath tickling your hard bud.
You shook your head, still in denial of it all. There's no way he of all people was about to bring you to your climax.
Roderick sighed against you. He knew you were stubborn, but this stubborn? He added a fourth finger and your nails began to scrape at the table, your back arching as his fingers pushed against your sweet spot.
You desperately tried focusing on something else. Anything else. But it was no use. You were barely holding on anymore.
As a last attempt, you tried pushing yourself away but Roderick strengthened his grip on your hips, tugging you closer and sucking on your clit.
You moaned a lot louder than you had hoped, your orgasm suddenly hitting you, your eyes glossing with tears as one hand went to tug at Roderick's hair, giving in and finally grinding against his face to help you through your orgasm.
Once you calmed down, your grip on Roderick's hair loosened, using the rest of your strength to hold yourself up on the desk.
Roderick stood, his face glistening in your arousal. He licked his fingers clean then his lips, humming in delight.
"What were you saying about you not finishing?"
You took deep breaths, your heart beating rapidly and you looked up at him.
"That was nothing." You weakly mumbled.
He raised a brow.
"Really?" Roderick asked, moving towards you to rub a few tears that had fallen. "Then why are you crying, hm? Haven't even given you the real thing and you're already sulking."
You fought the urge to rest against his warm hand, letting your pride take charge and instead looking away.
"Just get this over with."
You could feel him smirking.
"Since you asked so nicely."
You glanced back once you heard him unzipping his pants, watching as he tugged them down, revealing his hard length.
Your mouth watered at it, whimpering at the way he slid his tip over your slit. It was long and curved and surprisingly he was well trimmed. You could only imagine all the different ways he could reach deeply inside you .
"Think you can handle it?"
You looked up at him and then at his dick.
"That's-" you stammered, clearing your throat. "Of course I can."
He shrugged and wasted no time, pushing deeply inside you. Your eyes clamped shut, biting back several moans once he bottomed out. His tip resting snugly against your deepest parts.
"Fuck- you're clamping round me hard." He groaned, digging his hands into your hips.
He slowly pulled out before penetrating you even harder, his pace becoming harder.
"Shit!" You moaned, "Please- fuck, slow down-" you cried. You hadn't been able to adjust to his size as much as you wanted.
"Sorry, but there isn't as much time as I want." He grunted, wrapping your legs around his waist before going even deeper, making you scared of him bruising your cervix.
"Fuck, Roderick! You moaned louder, your pride basically being fucked out of you, submission taking place.
Your hands gripped the edge of the table, trying to get yourself together as he pounded into you, a sticky slapping sound filling your ears.
"Feels good, huh?" Roderick questioned, smirking when you quickly nodded.
"Fuckk, I'm close!!" You whined, hands moving to try to stop his hips from practically murdering your pussy.
"That's right, y/n." Roderick sighed, grabbing your hands and pushing them to your chest.
You found yourself trying to wriggle away but it was hopeless. He felt so good. Too good. Your hands raised to wrap around his neck.
"I'm gonna-" you whimpered, brows knitting together as your orgasm rushed up to you.
Roderick fingers crept between your thighs, rubbing your clit rapidly.
Your eyes rolled back as your second orgasm washed over you, making you scream in pleasure, legs locking around his hips.
"Shit, " Roderick cursed. "Gonna cum y/n."
You nodded, the overstimulation settling in.
"It's fine, I'm on the pill ."
Roderick sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, chasing his upcoming orgasm. He finally poured his cum into you, giving you a few finishing thrusts before pulling out, his aftermath pouring out, making a mess on the floor.
You both took deep breaths, Roderick helping you off the desk before pulling his pants back up. He walked to the teachers desk, grabbing a box of tissues aiding you in cleaning up the mess he left inside you and on the floor.
When the mess was cleaned, you sorted your clothes out, trying to walk despite the pain between your legs.
"So..." Roderick started, grabbing his bag. "What was that about you saying you wouldn't finish?"
You gave him a warning look before walking over to your desk, grabbing your bag.
"Want a lift? You can barely walk."
Your first choice would be to decline his offer and storm off but right now, you knew it'd take an extra 15 minutes to get home.
"Fine. Just don't try anything funny."
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celestiamour · 4 months ago
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ft. roderick heffley x f! reader — diary of a wimpy kid
╰₊✧ the alcohol made you do it, maybe the feelings too┊0.7k words
kinktober 2024: oct 6. intoxication
contains: smut!! dom reader & sub roderick┊slight dubcon due to intoxication, reader is a popular mean girl, roderick is whipped & whiny, unprotected piv, more plot than porn sorry
➤ author's note: how did roderick not have any maidens in the movies
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“oh my god, could you be any fucking louder?!” you hissed. you couldn’t believe you were doing this, hooking up with a loser like roderick heffley. what would your friends think if they ever found out? they would probably exile you and tell everyone in the school, you’d never hear the end of it unless you moved to a different country or something.
“can help it,” he slurred, planting his face in between the valley of your breasts, “you’re so pretty…” everything about this altercation felt like a dream, so hammered that he couldn’t even think straight and in bed with one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen in his entire life. he wishes that he didn’t drink so much to remember this moment and treasure it, but he also knows that this wouldn’t have happened in the first place if he was any less buzzed.
all you could do was roll your eyes, but at least he was more quiet now that his moans were being muffled by your tits. the music blaring through the walls was loud, yet still not loud enough to drown out how noisy he was. this wasn’t something you typically did, but you were wasted and liked the way he looked at you, so here you were in his bed with his throbbing cock buried deep inside of you. 
“i can’t believe i’m doing this,” you sighed, rolling your hips into his and hearing him choke on a moan. “this is all your fault for throwing such a boring ass party.” his little brother and his friend managed to renew some of the fun, but they ended up falling asleep before midnight and the rest of the party was carried on by drunken antics. 
“‘m sorry…”
you let out a sound in exasperation at the pang of pity his apology left in your heart, gritting your teeth and closing your eyes for a moment so that you didn’t need to look at how pathetic he was. “it’s fine…” despite how cruelly you treated him at times, he was pretty easy on the eyes and not that bad of a fuck even if he’s clearly more inexperienced than you.
it’s actually kinda cute, you have to admit, how he looks up at you like you’re a goddess and touches you like he’s never seen a woman before. it gave you a rush of confidence that you’d never felt before, but in the end, he was just a hookup and this was the product of drinking too much. you don’t even get the satisfaction of “taming” the bad boy because he’s just some wannabe drummer of a shitty band whose music would make a deaf person beg for them to stop playing, one who chases skirts like a lost puppy and is known for being a flirt so terrible that not even the most desperate girls would be put off by his attempts of being cool.
and yet you’re still here on top of him, his hands digging into your thighs before you grab one of them by the wrist and direct them to rub at your clit, throwing him a bone by praising him for following your directions so obediently and feeling his cock twitch inside of you at your words. you could argue that it was the alcohol all you wanted, and maybe you have to thank it for initiating this contact, but you know deep down that it would have happened sooner or later whether or not you want to admit the infatuation growing over the past few years. you always acted as if you hated him when you truly hated his charm that shines through when he passionately plays his trash songs and his dopey smile every time you so much as looked his way.
you’ll think about all that later when you aren’t chasing your own orgasm and suffering from a banging headache. who knows, perhaps you’ll be able to coax a confession out of him and chalk it up to your friends as a pity date, they’ll believe it and probably encourage you to trick him into falling in love with you before breaking his heart. after all, you two are from completely different worlds, but you’ll make it work somehow.
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crimsonv1 · 2 years ago
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Request List <33
What you can and can't request\\.
(May Change)
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Movies/Etc.
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Senseless
Tim LaFlour
Scream
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Sidney Prescott
Randy
Tatum Riley
God's Of Egypt
Horus
The Amazing Spiderman
Peter Parker
Avengers
Peter Parker (Tom)
Tony Stark
Dr. Strange
Starlord
Quicksilver (X-Men)
Jurassic World
Owen Grady
Cowboy Bebop
Spike Spiegel
Faye Valentine
Demon Slayer
Giyuu Tomioka
Tanjiro Kamado
Zenitsu Agatsuma
Rengoku Kyojuro
Akaza
Inosuke Hasibira
Uzui Tengen
Sanemi
>>>>Other Characters/People
Albert Aretz (Flamingo
CoryxKenshin
Gaege Gibson (Juicy
Eduardo (EddieVR
Kurt Kunkle (Spree
Walter 'Keys' McKeys (Free Guy
Steve Harrington (Stranger Things
Charley Brewster //original ver. (FORGOT..💀
Dennis Rafkin (13 ghosts)
Shaggy
Brock Hudson (She's all That)
<<<<Actors
Matthew Lillard
Joe Keery
Andrew Garfield
added
Hobart Brown (Hobie
Miles Morales
Gwen Stacy (Emma Stone's or spiderverse
Pavitr (spiderverse
Dennis Nash (99 homes)
Roderick Heffley
Prompts}
Will
Nsfw/Smut
Platonic
LGBTQ (I'm bi😍😍😍🤭🤭
K1nks
Possible Kidnapping (No r4p3/ sa ...😾
Will NOT
Scat (No. 😧
•P1ss k!n. (No 😞😞
R4p3 (NO 😨..
SA 😨
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a-pretty-nerd · 5 years ago
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Things Get Rough (Roderick Heffley x Reader Smut)
Request: "could u write a smut about sex with rodrick after a fight? plzz 😔 (sorry for my bad english, im from latin america)" ~ Anonymous
A/N: This Will Be My Last Free Fanfic. This was the last thing I am accepting as an unpaid fanfiction writer. Im sorry it took a little while, I've been busy. And honestly I was surprised that I had never done this prompt before??? Thank you for the request 💕
P.s. This is litterally so late I'm ashamed. When I recieved this request and decided to stop taking requests I was at a really dark place and yknow fanfic writing takes a back seat. So again, I apologize to anon and everyone that has supported me.
Warnings: Sex, yelling? Theres an argument.
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How could he? How could be just sit there, twirling his stupid drum sticks as he talked with his stupid friends about something even stupider? At first you thought he was planning something special to ask you. Like chocolates or flowers or a big banner saying something cheesy like: "Rock on to Prom with me?" All the other girls were getting asked!
And your boyfriend, just sat there. Prom was approaching quickly and if he didnt ask you soon, how were you supposed to coordinate your outfits? Did Rodrick even own a tux? You were doubtful. You sat next to him on the bench before the first bell, your blood boiling as the thought consumed you.
Did he even want to go to prom with you? Did he even want you? Did you mean anything to him? Clearly not if he's not going to ask you.
You watched him laugh with his friends before his head swiveled to your brooding gaze. That dumb smile of his still plastered to his face. He starred at you for a second before speaking.
"What?" He asked dumbly.
"Hmph!" You huffed before plucking yourself up from you seat and walking away. Rodrick's smile dropped. He looked at his friends and shrugged.
You tried to avoid him the rest of the day, which was hard because you had social studies together second period, and usually he copied your homework. But not today. Today you sat far, far away from that heartless jerk. He watched you enter with a dumb smile, expecting you to sit next to him as usually. But you turned the other cheek and sat across the room. Rodrick looked confused, he looked at the chair next to him and back at you with a sheepish scowl. That fool.
You hid at lunch so he wouldn't find you, and you decided to walk home that day so you wouldn't have to suffer an awkward ride home from him. You didn't need his charity. As you walked, you heard the faint putter of a certain vehicle. You knew that sound a mile away. You tried to walk faster but it didnt help, soon that stupid spray painted fan was right on your tail.
"Hey..." Rodrick called from the drivers side, "why are you ignoring me?" He called.
"I'm not ignoring you." You spat with your head help high in defiance.
"Yeah you are! You've been ignoring me all day!" His head swayed back and forth from the road to you. You continued to ignore him. "Aw c'mon Y/N! At least let me drive you home!" You didn't speak. "Please, just talk to me! I'll do anything!" He whined like a sad dog. "Did I do something wrong again? Just tell me, I'll fix it!" You stopped and starred at him with rage burning in your eyes.
"If you really cared about me, you'd have already fixed it!" You shouted beforr stomping off again.
"Fixed what!? What did I do!?" Rodrick cried after you with a sad and fustrated huff. He watched you turn the corner to your house disappear inside.
That night, you cried into your pillow as you though about him. You wiped away mascara stained tears as you starred fondly of a picture of the two of you together. That was the night he first ask you out, after his band played a show. Suddenly you heard a tapping at your window.
Rodrick stood there in your backyard, tossing pebbles at your window. By the time you opened it to call down to him, you watched him stumble back in surprise as he tossed down a rock that more than likely shattered the glass. Lucky you.
"What do you want!?" You hissed ar him.
"I'm sorry!" He shouted.
"Shhhhhh sshhut up! Everyones asleep!" You shouted, in a hushed tone.
"I'm sorry! I..I brought you some flowers!" He hushed back, holding up a handful of harshly picked and bruised flowers he definitely got from his mother's garden. You sighed.
"Fine...come up." You walked back to your room and watched Rodrick climb up the tree beside your window and crawl like a turtle into your room with a loud thud. "Do you even know what you're apologizing for?" You scoffed at him.
"For hurting your feelings?" He asked as he stood from his place on the floor.
"No!- well, yes, but do you know how you hurt my feelings?" He took a look pause.
"No." You huffed in disbelief.
"Prom, Rodrick! You never asked me to be your date to prom!" Yknow, that sounded a lot more dramatic and heartwrenching in your head. He starred at you for a moment and then slowly he face scrunched up in confusion.
"What?" He asked, slowly walking towards you. "You're mad at me, because I didn't ask you, my girlfriend, to prom?" It sounded worse when he said it. He turned your head and crossed your arms.
"...yes." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he shook his head.
"But your my girlfriend, so obiviously we're going together!"
"Well how am I supposed to know that, you never brought it up!"
"Neither did you!"
"But you're the one thats supposed to ask me to the prom! You're supposed to prompose!" You shouted.
"Why would I when I thought we were already going together!?"
"Because its what your supposed to do!" You didn't realize how close he was. You didn't realize how much taller he was than you or how his hands reached out and grabbed your face. You didn't have time to move until it was already too late. His lips were on your lips and your hands were in his hair and his hands let go of your face to wrap around you in a passionate embrace.
His chest heaved as he took deep and powerful breaths in between kisses. You shuffled back as you fell on the twin bed behind you. You moaned as his hands reached up your pajamas. His cold fingers ran across your warm flesh and his hims began to buck against yours.
Soon clothes were flying and your heart raced frantically. You craved him, unable to think of anything but him, anything but this. Right here, right now. Horomones raged on as he frantically unbuckled him belt and threw his pants down. His erection sorung free, eager and ready to please you. He slid a condom over his length and without missing a beat, leaned over you for another fevered kiss before entering. You gasped and threw your head back as it began. Your hands clawed at his back as he started to thrust into you. At first it was nice and steady but they got harder and faster as the tention built inside you.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck and let out helpless grunts and moans of your name. His muscles tensed as you felt him get closer and closer to his limit. Just a little more, just a few more sloppy, deep thrusts and you were done for. He reached a hand down to pleasure you further as his angle changed, hitting you perfectly. You came undone and around him. His jaw dropped and he gasped as a few more thrusts pushed him over.
"I-I'm gonna-" he groaned before spilling himself into the condom. The two of you were left panting, sweating messes, as per usual. You cleaned yourselves up and shared a few sweet kisses to calm your nerves before settling into one another's arms.
"So black and red?" You asked eventually, Rodrick still panting.
"Huh?" He huffed.
"Our colors for prom, black and red?"
"Oh...oh yeah that sounds nice."
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soulwillower · 5 years ago
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Yes he bleached his hair and he looks SO fine🔥 Also step dad Richie smut? You’re killing me!! And it’s crazy that you wrote that because I literally last night had a dream that Roderick Heffley (🥵) was my step dad and....ya know🥴 So that head cannon seriously through a wonderful loop😂 Great job!💓–⛈
RODRICK OG MY GOD 🤩 but ahaha thats so wild, wtf!! and thank u :))
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caligulawritesfanfiction · 1 month ago
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ꨄ Heather
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pairing ; rodrick heffley x f!reader
summary ; rodrick finally gets flat out rejected by heather hills after spending his entire summer trying to impress her. despite y/n’s best efforts to console him, he’s not having it. (fluff + angst? reader and roderick are awkward teenagers ofc)
a/n ; sorta my first fanfic? not really a full fic, more like some thoughts of mine. hope y’all like it tho, 😜 lmk if you want a part two because im totally down to write smut idgaf 😍
warnings ; cursing, angst?, arguing, kissing 😚
you and rodrick were close friends, maybe even best friends
rodrick developed a big crush on heather hills right before school let out for summer
he would constantly go out of the way to impress heather, each time failing and embarrassing himself, “roddy, it’s okay, heather just hard to impress, you know?… i was impressed, by the way” you would smile and try to laugh it all off with him, trying your best to make him feel better
when rodrick finally got flat out rejected by heather, it caused an argument between you two.
“you know what, y/n? this is all your fault! you- you got between me and heather, you’re the reason she didn’t like me!”
you two are standing in his room, after a particularly embarrassing incident at the pool.
“roderick, what the fuck are you saying? i didn’t do anything to make heather not like you! it has nothing to do with me!”
“it has everything to do you with you!”
“how?! please, enlighten me because all i’ve done this entire summer was console you each time heather shut you down! each time you embarrassed yourself right in front of her!”
“i- i, uh…”
“that’s what i fucking thought. stop blaming stupid shit like this on me, rodrick, i’m tired of it. i’ve been here for you through all this dumbass heather hills bullshit. have you ever stopped to think how i felt? huh? rodrick, why do you think i approached you that one day in middle school? it wasn’t because you were nice, definitely not. it was because for some reason, i liked you, i liked you a lot. to this day i like you! i’ve stayed your friend even after you do shit like this to me, because i have a giant stupid fat crush on you, you asshole! ugh! fuck you!”
at that point, you were emotional. a tear or two escaping. you walk away, or at least attempt to walk away. roderick grabs your arm, “let go of me, you prick!” you try to yank it away, but he pulls you back.
“y/n, can you stop? stop trying to walk away from me?” “no! i’m done with you!” “y/n, i didn’t even get say anything about-“ “yeah? well, i don’t want you to!”
he continues to pull you toward him, as you try to pull away. you yell profanities at him as he tries to talk to you. “y/n, why didn’t you tell me? if i’d known, i wouldn’t have done any of this stuff to try and get with heather! i wasn’t a dick to you in 7th grade because i had a crush on you too! and- and i, uh, i still do, okay?”
you scoff and shake your head, stopping your attempts to yank yourself away and out the door.
“i’m being serious!”
“no, you aren’t.”
“i am”
“no, you aren’t. you’re just saying this because you’re hurt about heather, and now need a backup plan to get a girl.”
“y/n, no, i’m being dead serious, it’s not like that.” he walks toward you. maybe, he is being serious. you can tell when he’s lying, you’ve seen him lie to his mom millions of times. your eyebrows furrow, looking all over his face, just to make sure he’s not lying straight to your face.
he sighs, “please, believe me.”
he said please. he never uses the word please, only when he’s really trying to be sincere.
you bite your lip. what are you even supposed to do, right now? you want to kiss him, but you’ve had that urge so many times, and each time you’ve ignored it.
despite your nerves almost eating you alive right now, you quickly move to reach your free arm up, grabbing his shoulder and pushing your lips to his.
he drops your arm from his grasp. his lips don’t move against yours, and even though your eyes are tightly shut, you feel his burning into you.
oh. you remember he’s never kissed anyone. you pull away immediately. when you open your eyes, his are wide and staring right at you. you think he realizes why you pulled away. he attempts to play it cool, per usual.
“um, yeah, that was cool.” he avoids eye contact. scratching his neck, and nodding his head. his face heats up and he turns his head away, occasionally darting his eyes to look at you. “totally cool…”
you sigh, watching his movements. was that the wrong thing to do?
“i, um, im sorry, that was sudden…”
rodrick realizes you might regret it, what if you never want to kiss him again? what then? he’s really going to look like an asshole.
“what? no! no, it was cool, really! um, maybe, we can do it again? sometime? i guess…” he forces out a casual laugh at the end, even though he’s slightly panicking on the inside, fearing he looks like a total loser (past his “cool punk rock” persona he has going on, we all know kind of is LOL).
you raise your eyebrows, trying to mimic this whole ‘if you’re cool, i’m cool’ thing roderick is doing. “yeah, well…i’m free, right now…if you wanna…” you smile mischievously at him, gauging his reaction closely.
he nods frantically, and you laugh at his wide eyed expression. you quickly close the gap between you two, grabbing the sides of his face with both hands and kissing him urgently. his hands find your waist and snake around to hold you close. he kisses you back with a same urgent neediness.
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caligulawritesfanfiction · 1 month ago
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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 date night
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pairing ; rodrick heffley x f!reader
summary ; after date night, rodrick surprised you with a clean van— you know exactly what that means.
warnings ; SMUT,no plot, p in v, unprotected s*x, p*rn with little plot, creampie, choking, van s*x,
a/n ; unedited for now, a little short
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚
“you like that, don’t you, princess? yeah, ya do…”
he grunts in your ear, hips slamming into your soaking cunt. he has you pressed face down in the back of his van. your moans echo off the metal walls one after another. you wanted to reply to his comment, but all that came out was a choked whine.
you have no worry of anyone hearing you two, being parked all the way in the back of an empty store parking lot.
he yanks you up by your hair, pulling you against his naked chest. he doesn’t relent on his hard, rough thrusts. the van is hot, and the air is damp with sex. you try to meet his movements half way, moving your ass against him in fervor.
“yeah, yeah, that’s it, babe.” your pussy clenches at his praise. he’s unashamed in his noises, groaning and moaning loudly in your ear. his hand snakes up to wrap around your throats. he grips it firmly, but knowing your limit. your eyes roll back, his cock hitting all the right places inside of you.
“pretty girl, gripping me so fucking tightly. no matter how many times i fuck you, always gripping me like this.”
“rodrick- oh!”
he fucks into you with pure lust. his hands letting go of her neck and down through the valley of her breasts to rub her clit, swollen from earlier foreplay. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling. he whispers in your ear, coaxing you through the overwhelming pleasure.
“you’re doing so good, my y/n, so so good for me.” he pinches your clit, swirling his middle and ring finger against it. roderick kisses your shoulder, up your neck, and against the shell of your ear.
pushing you back down on the floor of the vehicle, he flips you over in one single motion. he continues his merciless attack on your pussy while lifting your legs up and over his shoulders. the new found angle sends shivers up your spine. your whole body quivers. you pant and whine, his eyelined eyes locked on your face. it’s a beautiful sight—his cock rocking in and out of you, his lips parted and red from your kisses, his hooded eyes looking right into yours, his sweat shined chest.
he hits a particular spot within you, making you gasp, “roddy, right there, right fucking there-“
“here? right here, sweet girl?”
you nod frantically, “yes! yes!”
“roddy’s got you, don’t you worry…” he hits that spot— over and over and over. your walls clench against him, your breath hitching at his every thrust. the sweet pressure that’s been building inside you comes undone. you reach for something, anything, to grab onto to brace yourself. with your back arching, your eyes screwing shut and the fluttering of your pussy around him; he knows you’ve reached your climax.
“that’s it, oh fuck, so t- tight.” he mumbles through his own strained grunts, coming close himself. the clenching of your body coming undone does it for him. his hips stuttering one last time before spilling his load deep into you. your pussy milks him dry, sucking out every drop of cum it can. he pulls out, watching it leak onto the dark floor of the van. biting his lip at the sight.
he scoops it up and shoves two fingers back into your sore cunt. your body jerks at the overstimulation of him slowly fucking his spend back into you. he pulls his long, calloused fingers out covered in cum, a mix of his and your own.
“open”
you obediently open your mouth. he pushes them past your lips, and you suck the salty liquid off. he watches intently, his signature toothy smirk contorting onto his face. once he’s satisfied, he takes his fingers away and gives you a sweet, sloppy kiss.
“you were perfect,” you whisper as he plops down beside you.
“you’re the perfect one.”
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caligulawritesfanfiction · 1 month ago
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⋆𐙚₊cali’s request list˚⊹♡
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⋆₊˚characters i write for ;
rodrick heffley — diary of a wimpy kid
harvey — stardew valley
the 9th doctor — doctor who
lee — bones and all
adrian chase “vigilante” — peacemaker
stu macher — scream
simon — dinner in america
jack wilder — now you see me
five hargreeves — the umbrella academy
klaus hargreeves — the umbrella academy
willy wonka — wonka
peter quill “starlord” — guardians of the galaxy
shaggy rogers — scooby doo
charlie kelly — it’s always sunny in philadelphia
nick andopolis — freaks and geeks
more coming soon
⋆₊˚ what i will & won’t write ;
yes — smut, fluff, angst, m!readers, f!readers, most kinks (noncon, dubcon included), basically anything unless specified below
no — scat, vomit (anything else including things of that nature but maybe piss if i’m in a certain mood)
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