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crljhnn · 1 year ago

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Sleepy kisses

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x gender-neutral Reader

Summary: You like giving your sleeping boyfriend kisses on the cheek. Your boyfriend likes receiving kisses on the cheek. But then Rodrick gets greedy.

No physical description; No use of y/n

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: A bit of conflict but no intense angst

[Posted on AO3 as well]

In your opinion, your boyfriend is just the cutest when he is asleep.

There probably aren't a lot of people that would agree with you on that one. However, in your eyes, his slight drooling and open-mouth snores are just adorable.

Maybe this impression could be explained by the fact, that you both were still in the very early stages of your relationship. Having just made things official a few weeks ago.

That's why you couldn't resist giving Rodrick a small kiss on the cheek or the forehead whenever you found him asleep. Which, now that you think about it, has happened a lot more often in the last few weeks than it used to.

Rodrick was taking a nap after school when he made a great, revolutionary discovery.

You two had plans to hang out that day, so after your extracurriculars were done, you went straight over to the Heffleys' house. A difference you noticed that day, was that you weren't greeted at the door by your boyfriend like usual, but by his mother. After exchanging a few quick pleasantries with Susan you made your way up to his room.

Hearing someone come up the stairs Rodrick woke up. Assuming it was his mom he decided to act like he was still asleep, to avoid whatever chore she came up to assign him. So when he felt the bed dip beside him, created by you sitting down, he was surprised to hear your voice, instead of Susans, greeting him.

He was about to 'wake up‘ when he felt you gently placing a small kiss on his forehead, accompanied by a short gush about how cute he was.

And just like that Rodrick was hooked.

Everyone else calling him cute would have probably set him off, but when it came to you, every tiny compliment made butterflies burst in his stomach. You probably weren't even capable of offending him, even if you tried to.

After throughout research (aka fake sleeping a lot in your company) he came to the conclusion, that you just seemed to like to give him small kisses whenever he was dozing off.

Little did he know, that you were just as willing to give him those when he was awake. All he had to do was ask.

However, Rodrick being the dumb, lovesick puppy he was, decided that the most logical way to make use of this new information was to 'sleep‘ every time you entered a room. That way he would get the most kisses possible.

You on the contrary started to get worried. There seemed to be something wrong with your boyfriend lately. He was sleeping a lot more than usual, and that said something if you are talking about a lazy teenage boy, who even before took at least one nap a day.

Maybe it was a medical issue that caused him to get tired all the time. You hardly ever saw him not asleep. Was he not sleeping at night? Did he struggle with night terrors? Is there a way you can help?

When you first noticed his new sleeping habit, his naps were still limited to the first few minutes after you reached his house. The routine usually went something like that: When you arrived he would be asleep, you would gush a bit about him a little and give him a quick smooch. Then he would wake up about 10 minutes later.

But then it really started to pick up.

You would only leave the room for a short amount of time, for example, to use the bathroom or to get some water. Before, Rodrick always used to do things like getting you something to drink, for you. He was constantly jumping at every opportunity to do something nice. But all of a sudden he stopped. Now, after doing the small task yourself, you would return to find your boyfriend asleep.

And then he started to fall asleep with you right next to him. He would put on a movie or some music, then lay down on his bed or couch, and just minutes later he'd be out.

Another realization you have come to is that you didn't get to hear his soft snores anymore, which you used to adore so much. But that was likely because he didn't reach a deeper sleeping phase, right? That must be the reason, right?

Wrong.

One day you were coming over unannounced and that was when you saw it. While climbing up the stairs to Rodricks room you already called out a greeting, alarming your boyfriend of your presence. Like always, he threw himself straight onto his bed, closing his eyes.

What he hadn't realized, was that you were already able to see him from the position you were at.

And at that moment the self-doubt started. Did he not enjoy being around you? Was this his way of getting out of talking to you? Was he going to break things off?

Your thoughts kept spiraling, convincing you of the most horrible things imaginable. You felt hurt and tears were building up in your eyes embarrassingly fast. You had to sit down.

In the end, you came to the conclusion, that he never actually liked you and probably was making fun of you with his friends all along. Or he fell in love with someone new. Or he just decided one day that you were revolting. That must be it.

While you were drowning in self-doubt, Rodrick was getting impatient. Where was his kiss? Well, he knew he was probably pushing the limits a bit, but come on, that was no excuse for you to deprive him of his precious kisses.

Sneakingly opening one eye, he looked over at you, covering up his movements with a blatant fake yawn, trying to figure out what you were waiting for. What he wasn't anticipating, was to find you looking rather distraught, like you just saw a ghost and were about to start bawling at any moment.

Hastily he scrambles up and reaches for you.

"Baby, what's wrong? Oh my god don't cry, please don't cry." He was panicking. Rodrick had no idea how to comfort you. Now awkwardly petting your head. He was not prepared for this. Should he get his mom? She would surely know what to do. He didn't know how to console someone.

During his inner monologue, you were pulling away from him. "Why don't you like me anymore?" You sounded pathetic but were too upset to care about it right now.

Were you overreacting? Probably. But you're allowed to. Rodrick was your first everything. Your first real crush, your first real boyfriend, the first person you held hands with romantically, and your first kiss. You didn't know how to handle a situation like this, making everything quite overwhelming.

"What?" how the hell did you come up with that? He liked you, liked liked you. "Why would I be with you if I didn't like you? Who put this nonsense in your head? Was it Greg? I swear-"

"It was you! You don't like me anymore. What does your brother have to do with that?"

"Me?" What had he done to give you that impression, 'Come on Rodrick, think'.

"Yeah," sniffle "You don't want to spend time with me. And to think I was concerned for you! I was researching all the possible reasons for you to be so tired all the time. All while you were faking the whole time, solely to get out of hanging out with me! Why didn't you just say it outright? You coward!"

"That's not true!" Rodrick was nervous. How was he supposed to explain the real reason behind it all without making a fool out of himself? "We always still hung out after I woke up, so your theory doesn't even make sense. And I was always actually asleep!"

"That's not true. I literally just saw you throw yourself onto your bed the second you heard my voice."

"I was sleepwalking."

"Rodrick!"

"I wanted to scare you?" He was grasping at straws.

"Oh okay, that explains it all, sorry for the misunderstanding."

"Really? Great. So I was thinking we could- hey what are you doing?" Rodrick stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw you standing up and crossing his room.

"I'm leaving. I can't force you to tell me the truth, but I also won't be sitting here playing 'happy relationship' with you."

You pulling away was the last thing Rodrick wanted, so he had no other option than, to tell the truth.

"No wait, I'm gonna explain. But it's embarrassing."

You cross your arms, still standing at the top of the stairs, ready to leave but again willing to hear him out.

He had no idea how to start.

„I just- how do I say this, look, you were right, I was fake sleeping.“

Honesty it is.

„Oh wow, I would have never been able to come up with this.“ You were indeed able to come up with this.

„But it was an accident, I swear!“

"Rodrick," You looked exhausted. "How the fuck do you fake sleep on accident?"

"It was an accident! At least the first time."

That doesn't explain much to you. The whole situation was still weird and confusing.

"So you just decided to make it a habit? And why were you fake sleeping in the first place?"

"The first time I had just woken up because I heard someone coming up the stairs. And because I was still in a daze from just taking a nap, I forgot our plans or that you were coming over. At least for a second. So when I heard footsteps I assumed it were my mom's and she was coming to bug me. So to avoid that, I acted like I was still asleep. Then I realized it was you, but before I could say something, you-"

"I?"

"You kissed me. And then I thought if you saw me sleeping again, you would also kiss me again, and you did. So I just continued acting asleep around you." Saying it out loud made him feel kind of ridiculous.

"Crazy suggestion, we are literally in a relationship, why didn't you just, I don't know, ask for a kiss?"

"Just ask?" he didn't believe that to be an option.

"Yeah. Like, 'Hey can I have a kiss?'."

"And then you would have kissed me?" It couldn't be that easy.

"Yeah? And you could also have had real kisses, rather than only ones on the cheek or forehead." Why was this so hard for him to grasp?

"Wow." He was still a mixture of skeptical and mindblown.

"So can we agree that from now on you just ask if you want something from me, instead of making me think you have some disease or lost interest in me?"

He nodded, still having a dazed, stupid look on his face.

"Thank you. And sorry getting so worked up over that."

But Rodrick was hardly listening to you, still stuck on the fact that he could just ask you for a kiss. He was pining over you for way too long, so now he had to sometimes remind himself that you were dating now. He had to try it out to believe it.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Of course."

You lean over to give Rodrick a quick but sweet kiss.

"It worked, you kissed me."

Your boyfriend is an idiot. A cute idiot though.

#rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #fanfic #fluff #oneshot #reader insert #no use of y/n

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ikinremu · 28 days ago

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KINKTOBER DAY 6 | BLOWJOB X RODRICK HEFFLEY

Rodrick Heffley x Fem!Reader

Tags: Oral (M Receiving), Face Fucking, Praise

"Shh, you're gonna wake everyone up!" Rodrick hissed, drawing a single finger to his lips as your hands fumbled around with the buckle of his worn-out jeans.

"I'm not the one who suggested I climb through a fucking window!" You whispered back, glancing back toward the bedroom window you'd slid shut only moments ago.

Rodrick chuckled, an irritatingly proud grin playing on his lips as he parted them to speak. Although the notion vanished the moment his jeans freed the bulge in his boxers.

"Yeah, well, I'm not the one who actually did it." He teased, tilting his head.

You raised a brow at him, wrapping your soft palm around his now exposed length, ghosting over his shaft as you watched his jaw tick.

Rodrick’s hand crept slowly over the back of your neck, twirling comfortably inro your hair as he breathed through heavy anticipation

"C'mon, baby, don't tease me." He exhaled, "You know what to do."

And you did, though you��d be lying if you pretended not to enjoy making him wait a little. Purposefully slowly, you snaked your hand down to the base of him, sliding your mouth onto his bare cock.

"Fuck." He groaned as the warmth of your mouth encased him, gliding further down as he guided your head along.

You swept your tongue in teasing circles over the head of him, shaft sliding between your hungry lips as his breath hitched once more.

“That’s it baby, take my cock in that pretty mouth.” Rodrick breathed, making your stomach flutter as his fingers tightened against your scalp.

Utilising the grasp, he drifted your mouth further down over his length, bobbing your mouth exactly where he wanted you.

“Shit.” He groaned once more, eyes fluttering together as your mouth toyed with him, "Like that, fuck, suck my cock.."

His fingers tightened through your hair as his hips bucked suddenly upward, the head of him hitting the roof of your mouth, drawing a breathy splutter from your throat.

Your gaze studied his face as it contorted with pleasure, mouth devouring his arousal as you tasted the weight of him on your tongue.

“Use that tongue baby, there you go.." Rodrick practically heaved, hips twitching against your face as he filled your mouth with his cock, “Holy shit..”

If either of you were to wake the house up, it certainly wasn’t going to be you.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Please note that in the process of kinktober works releasing, I’m also working through requests - if you’ve sent one in then thank you as always for your patience!!

#smut #smutty #drabbles #oneshot #kinktober #kinktober list #kinktober 2024 #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley smut #rodrick x reader #rodrick smut #rodrick #rodrick x you

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fayesia · 2 months ago

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Hi uh weird rq! Can u make a sub Rodrick Heffley and dom girlfriend reader fic? Like smut where we ride him and take his virginity and he’s very whiny and moaning and there’s a lot of slap kink like slapping his face when he’s bad or slapping his cock? And can there be nicknames for him like “sweet boy” “handsome boy” “good boy” and if you can make him call u mommy ? Weird rq Ik sorry and thank you! 😭

Sub!Rodrick x dom!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, mommy kink, making out, slapping, cowgirl, degradation + praise, pussy eating, face riding, abrupt ending :(

It was sheer dumb luck and a difinitve message from the universe that Rodricks parents took Manny with them on holiday the same week of your 6 month anniversary. With little to no persuasion, Greg rang up Rowley and planned a sleepover. Ultimately leaving you and Rodrick to an empty house, something that had never happened before. Which lead you to your current situation, the dinner plates were left on the table with the candles blown out, wafting the smell of wax through the air, the same air that felt hot and heavy when Rodricks lips were on yours.

His hands grazed against your hips, hesitant on how to touch you, but you held most of the control. Biting onto his lower lip and soothing the sting with your tongue, while your hands gripped his hair pulling his head down closer to you. You knew how he reacted to pain and you loved to toy with his reactions. Stumbling towards his room you shoved him onto the bed, straddling across his thighs quickly asking where the condoms he secretly bought were. Digging under his mattress, Rodrick pulled out a squished box of condoms which you opened, retrieving one.

"No touching. I didn't say you could do that"

He undressed quickly, your actions leaving him feeling claustrophobic in his own clothing, especially his tight black jeans with a bulge straining against them. Bouncing back onto the mattress he was clad in nothing, his erection pointed to the ceiling, the tip was red and leaking droplets of pre cum.

Rodricks hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself but you were quick to send a sharp slap to it.

He whimpered at your voice. You barely heard it, but he definitely did.

Rodricks eyes stared up at you, full of awe and devotion, they seemed to become glazed over the more clothing you took off. First his band tshirt you "burrowed" then your black pants, until you were left in a black lace set. A white ribbon on the front lace of your panties and between your bra cups.

He loved it. He thought you were beautiful.

You climbed back into his lap and felt his dick through the lace, he moaned at the sensation it had against his already sensitive tip. Removing your bra, his hands greedily reached for your tits. In quick successions you slapped them away and roughly reached forward to grap his face, uncomfortably squishing his cheeks.

"I didn't fucking say you could touch did I. Don't you want to be a good boy for mommy?"

He nodded his head as best as he could in your tight hold.

"Nuh uh mommy need words, can't just be nodding with that pretty face"

"Yesh"

His reply came out muffled with the annunciation of his letters proving to be a struggle. You smiled releasing his face and lightly slapping the side of it. "Good boy~"

He keened at your praise and you felt more of his precum drip from his tip to your panties.

Roughly kissing him you pushed Rodrick back against the mattress on his back, slipping off your panties and ripping open the condom.

"Ready?"

"Please..please oh my- fuck"

His words were cut off by the feeling of the condom covering his dick. It was the first contact he had of your hands along him and he could've came right then and there if not for his need to be your perfect boy.

Instead he rested his palms on your thighs following you as you lowered yourself onto him.

It was amazing. Something Rodrick had never felt before and wanted to feel for the rest of his life.

Your tight pussy wrapped around him like a vice, he was on cloud nine. You took him completely, stopping for a while to accommodate to the fit. Panting while your hands lay flat against his hard chest, his eyes barely open and his face of pure bliss.

"So good feel so-fuck so pretty mommy."

You ride him, using your legs to lift you up and down. His messy upward thrusting messing up the rhythm you have going on.

You know he's not going to last much longer, his breathings quickened and his body's more restless, taking what you give but still begging for more.

*slap* your hand whips across his face, "take it like a good boy. Mommy didn't ask you to move slut."

He moans out the pain giving him more pleasure if anything, there's drool sliding across his puffy red lips still raw from your bites before. And the left side of his face has a pink fading handprint.

You were right.

With a loud serirs of moans his hips thrust further upwards into you, his tip just brushing against that one little perfect spot in you. You keep bouncing, up and down, until tears are streaking down his face.

"Please it's too much. No more...please"

Lifting off of him you sit up near his chest.

"Fucking slut. Didn't say you could cum did I?

*slap*

"Did mommy say you could?"

"Mm no no. Mommy. You didn't."

"Exactly. So you're gonna make me come or I'll keep riding you."

He whimpers as you say this, you hand yanking off the used condom and stroking his overstimulated dick. You squeeze him at the end of your sentence to annunciate your threat. But you know it doesn't hurt him, he's a fucking pain slut.

His tongue spans across the whole of your pussy, sliding between the folds and lapping at your leaking hole, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking until you're gripping the beds headboard for support. He'll never get sick of the taste of you. Now that he's had it for the first time he knows its a desire he'll crave for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Lifting yourself up a bit you slide forward until your thighs rest on the pillow where Rodricks head is. His mouth opens already aware from what you want after the amount of pornos he's watched since you begin dating hes excited to actually do it. His tongue reaches out, begging for just a taste of you.

Slowly teasing him you let him lick your folds by just the tip of his tongue, before slamming your pussy down onto his face. He follows up with a loud and whiny moan that vibrates against your most sensitive parts. Lifting your hands up to play with your nipples as you moan, the noises of his mouth slurping against your pussy mixing them, echoing around his room.

You feel yourself getting closer. Urged to grip onto his spiked messy hair already a mess, yanking it painfully draws another moan from him that spreads through your core. By now his tongue has wriggled its way into your hole and your practically riding his face. Moving atop him while controlling his head movements, the tip of his nose sliding against your clit to provide the most pleasurable sensation.

"Fuck~so close baby. Doing so good for me-ahh." Your praise only makes Rodrick double his efforts, pushing you completely over the edge. Whining out at the ceiling as you keep his head in place sliding forwards and backwards, your juices soak him and he drinks it all up. At the same time his dick twitches and shots of cum are released, staining both the sheets and your back with the white sticky fluids.

Rolling onto your back you crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on him, whispering praises as he catches his breath.

~unedited~

#smut #oneshot #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley smut

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dark-vader28 · 9 months ago

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Aoao, your post about Roderick Heffley is so deeply imprinted in my heart. Can I make a request for Rodrik/reader(girl)?

The reader is the younger sister of one of Rodrick's friends from the rock band. (just a year younger than our emo boy😉)How about, Roderick himself doesn't realize that he has fallen in love with a friend's YOUNGER sister, the reader's brother with "What the hell dude!? She's my sister!" and Rodrik's graduation ball, to which he confusedly invites the reader...

Sorry for the English, I hope everything was clear 🙏

pls i love this idea so much im climbing the walls

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Löded Diper, your brother’s band, was practicing tonight. Normally, you took no interest in it and it had little to no importance to you, but tonight was a different set of circumstances. Your parents were off to dinner and they demanded that you and your brother hang out, no matter where it was that you went. Not to your surprise, your brother was quick to call up the rest of his band and suggest they rehearse. Which meant you were forced to go along.

His car rolled to a stop on the Heffley’s driveway, the garage open with the other band mates standing around the drum set with the name Löded Diper painted on it. You groaned as you exited the car, realizing you were to spend the rest of your night listening to them play.

Your brother greeted the rest of the band, already exchanging jokes and banter. You had been relieved that they hadn’t noticed you and you snuck past them, hoping to find some spot in the corner where you wouldn’t receive any attention.

As you searched for a neat spot to sit (without spiders), the laughter seemed to stop and the room was quiet except for the shuffle of your feet against the floor. You froze before turning around to face the band.

“Who’s that?” the one sitting at the drums asked, pointing at you with his drumstick. You narrowed your eyes slightly, glaring at the boy for his lack of manners.

“Is that your girlfriend?” another asked and a chorus of “ooh”s and laughter filled the air. Your brother was quick to dismiss it, hushing the band.

“Gross, man, she’s my sister!” he shouted over them. Your arms crossed over your chest as they all simmered down. “She has to stay here. She won’t talk or do anything,” then he turned to you, “right?”

“Yes sir,” you mocked sarcastically, flopping yourself down into an old lawn chair you found.

It wasn’t long before the floor was practically vibrating with the volume of their music and the sounds filled your ears. You sat and picked at your nails, imagining what the family inside the home must’ve thought of the blaring music coming from the garage. Surely if it were you, you would’ve been exhausted of hearing your son play all the time.

They played for hours but it hadn’t felt as long as you thought it would’ve felt. You had spaced out most of the time, daydreaming of anything your mind dreamt up which occupied your time. Occasionally, you found yourself unconsciously tapping the armrest to the rhythm of whatever tune they were playing but you would stop anytime you caught yourself doing it.

It was pushing 10 o’clock when two of them started to pack up. Unfortunately, your brother was not one of them. Even after the departure of two band mates, your brother and the drummer played on for a few painfully long songs.

You were on the edge of the seat, elbows resting on your thighs as you anxiously fidgeted with the rings on your fingers. The final song wrapped up and you clapped absentmindedly and your brother gave you a puzzled look, assuming you had been paying no attention.

Your brother started to pack up his guitar and you rose out of your seat, eager to leave. You were already exiting the garage when your brother stopped you.

“Slow down. I’m going to the bathroom first, then we’ll leave,” your brother explained before rushing off to the bathroom. You lightly sighed and turned back to the garage. The drummer was pacing around, avoiding looking even in the vicinity of you, as he spun the drumstick around in his hand.

Your brother seemed to be M.I.A., leaving you and his drummer alone in the garage for an extended period of time. Trying to soothe the awkwardness and silence in the room, you attempted to spark up a conversation.

“I never got your name,” you spoke quietly, turning to face him. His pacing came to a halt and he glanced at you.

“Why do you wanna know my name?” he asked curiously, sounding mildly irritated. You rolled your eyes and sighed lightly.

“I was just trying to make small talk, alright?” you explained, frustrated. It was a simple question, you didn’t understand why he was trying to make a big deal out of it.

After a moment of silence, he finally answered. “It’s Rodrick,” he mumbled. He stole another glance at you. “You?”

“Y/n,” you replied, letting a small smile stretch across your lips. A grin began to form on Rodrick’s face, lighting up from your smile. He faced away from you, trying to cover it up.

The room went still again and you caught Rodrick stealing glances at you as his pacing resumed. You walked to the driveway and sat down, looking up at the stars, waiting to leave. You could hear Rodrick stop, and you turned back to catch him staring at you, brows furrowed. You shifted your gaze back to the stars, admiring the way they lit up the darkness of the sky. Footsteps shuffled closer to you and Rodrick was sat beside you, leaving a wide space between the two of you. Both of his drumsticks tapped against his leg as he looked around anxiously.

“How do you do that drumstick spin?” you asked curiously, turning your attention to him. “I saw you do it when you guys were playing.” He shrugged a little, seemingly acting shy or embarrassed. “Could you teach me?” you asked quietly and a faint smile started to stretch across his lips.

It was a little while before your brother had returned, mouth full of food. You and Rodrick had been talking as he tried to teach you. You both turned around, pausing your movement with the drumsticks, as your brother stumbled out the door.

“Man, you’ve got some great food in there,” he started, muffled and laughing. His face dropped when he noticed you were beside Rodrick, closer than you had started. He pointed between the two of you and started to swallow the rest of the food in his mouth so his next string of words would be clear. “What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” you replied, standing up. Rodrick quickly scrambled to his feet after you, nearly falling over again. “I just asked Rodrick to teach me something.” You were being vague and you could tell it was setting your brother off.

“Y/n, get in the car. I need to talk to Rodrick,” your brother demanded. You frowned a little.

Handing Rodrick’s drumstick back to him, you walked to the car and tossed yourself in the passenger seat, slamming the door shut. You pouted slightly, crossing your arms over your chest. Despite your initial thought of Rodrick, you had a better time talking to him than most guys your age. Granted, Rodrick was only a year older, but it was different. Maybe it was the added aspect of him being your brother’s bandmate that made it more exciting. But you were unbothered by that fact, you had just wished you had gotten to talk to him more.

Rodrick and your brother talked for a while and when your brother got in the car, he seemed pissed. He stayed silent through the car ride and the tension was practically suffocating you. It’s not like you and Rodrick had done anything.

Your parents were already home by the time you pulled into the driveway. They were sat on the couch, watching some movie together. It was nearly 10:30 but your parents had long since given up on a curfew for the two of you.

You greeted your parents and wished them goodnight before running off to your room. You hoped your brother wouldn’t hold a grudge against you and the whole Rodrick thing would just blow over in the morning. Unfortunately, that wasn’t Rodrick’s intention.

The bell rang, signaling the school day’s end. Kids poured out of classrooms, their laughter and shouts filling the hall. You rushed to your locker and fumbled for the lock.

You and your brother had worked things out. He had told you just to stay away from Rodrick and he said he had told Rodrick the same thing. Seems like Rodrick missed that part.

A hand slammed your locker shut, startling you. A tall figure with dark messy hair and some sort of graphic t-shirt tucked only in the front behind a pair of jeans stood there. Rodrick smirked, leaning up against the locker next to yours. You were stunned, a half full backpack in your hands with your jaw hanging slack.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, pushing him away as you started to unlock your locker once more.

“I go to school here,” he retorted. You rolled your eyes and quickly shoved the rest of your things in your bag.

“No shit?” you questioned sarcastically, closing your locker. His brow furrowed. “I meant what are you doing talking to me?” He smiled, looking away from you.

“Well, I decided I don’t care what your brother tells me to do,” he replied simply, a smirk still plastered on his lips. God, you wished you could smack it off.

“So, what, you wanna talk to me now?” you pestered, zipping up your backpack and slinging it on one shoulder.

“Who said I didn’t want to talk to you before?” he blurted out. He froze, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. You could feel a slight blush creep on your face but you dismissed it, shaking your head. You started to walk away but Rodrick followed, still trying to keep your attention.

“Do you need something from my brother or are you really just here to bother me?” you asked as you pushed open the front doors, exiting the school. Rodrick grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, away from the crowd of students eager to get home.

“This isn’t about your brother. You could come over and I could finish teaching you-” he rambled but you stopped him.

“You must be crazy, Rodrick. If my brother sees me standing here with you right now, I’m as good as dead, and so are you,” you urged, trying to walk away from him but he pulled you back.

“Then come over tonight. Just you. He won’t see then,” Rod suggested. Your jaw seemed to drop a little and you nearly gave in. You shook your head.

“No, no, no, he’ll ask where I was or where i’m going and he won’t stop until he figures it out,” you tried to explain, attempting to flee one last time but he pulled you back.

“Then just lie. If he asks me, I’ll do the same.” You paused, and swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Why are you so determined to talk to me?” you questioned, looking at him puzzled. He looked down, biting the inside of his cheek. He shrugged and his eyes looked everywhere but you.

You hated to admit it but you were disappointed. You were hoping to get an answer out of Rodrick but as the moments passed and there was nothing but shared silence between you two, you left. And that night, you almost considered going over to his house but you thought better of it and stayed home.

The same thing happened the next day. And the day after that. And for a little while after that. He incessantly pestered you day after day. Some days, he only spoke to you briefly, asking if you knew whether or not your brother was coming over for a band rehearsal. Other days, it seemed like he didn’t know your brother existed and he only asked about you. It was getting easier to tell him no, even if you wanted to say yes. He was expecting rejection.

By the second week of asking, he was losing interest and would take no as answer right away instead of asking repeatedly after that. And on Friday, he didn’t ask at all. You saw him walking to his van, headphones in with his head down. You frowned, watching him tentatively, hoping he was fetching something from the car and he would turn back and ask you.

As the weekend came along, you tapped your desk with your pen. There was a pile of crumbled up papers beside you and your notebook was nearly halfway ripped out. You frustratedly drew a bunch of scribbles on the page when no words would come out. You torn the piece of paper out and crumbled it, tossing it with the rest of the papers. You gave up, tossing your pen on your desk and turning to your bed. You flopped down and stared at your ceiling blankly. You hadn’t managed to stop thinking about Rodrick since you had seen him walking away. You shut your eyes, trying to clear your head.

Rodrick was doing the same in his room. He blasted music in his ears, trying to occupy his time. Calling him head over heels was an understatement, but it was a statement he couldn’t wrap his head around. You were annoyed because you couldn’t stop thinking about him for a day. He’d been hung up on you for weeks. At first, he thought nothing of it. He thought you were cool, cooler than your brother, and he just wanted to talk to you again. But the more he saw you and the more he talked you (even though every time you spoke, you were turning him down), he was becoming crazy over you. He’d do anything to impress you, making a fool of himself in the process. He wished you would notice him. Every band rehearsal he had, he prayed that your brother would bring you along again. He was always disappointed. But he would never say he had feelings cause he didn’t believe he had any for you.

It was Saturday night and your guilt was eating you alive. You paced your room for a while, trying to clear your thoughts but nothing worked. You ended up surrendering into temptation. You booked it downstairs and swiped the car keys off the counter. Unfortunately, your brother was downstairs.

“Where are you going?” he asked, stopping you at the door.

“My friend’s house, why?” you replied innocently, hiding your intentions.

“Then why are you in a hurry?” he questioned. You racked your brain for a response and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Girl problems,” you answered, knowing he wouldn’t ask anymore questions after that. He made a face of disgust and walked back to the couch. You let out a light sigh of relief before scurrying out the door.

It wasn’t long before you pulled to a stop in the Heffley’s driveway. You nervously walked up the front steps and hesitated before ringing the doorbell. You thought you had the wrong house when a boy, who looked to be only 12, answered the door.

“Is Rodrick here?” you asked cautiously, anxiously fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. The boy’s jaw dropped and he glanced back inside the house.

“You’re here for Rodrick?” he marveled. “Rodrick?” he asked again in shock. You smiled a little, some of the nervousness easing. He remained stunned as he invited you in.

“Who was it?” a woman’s voice called from the kitchen. You started to realize how much of mistake this was. The boy looked at you again.

“What’s your name?” he asked quietly.

“Y/n,” you mumbled.

“It’s one of Rodrick’s friends, Y/n,” the boy answered. You could hear footsteps coming closer now and you panicked, wishing you could turn back and flee.

“But y/n sounds like a girl’s name,” the woman spoke quietly and she seemed pleasantly surprised when her eyes found you. You didn’t look like most of Rodrick’s friends. Sure, this wasn’t the best you looked but you were more put together than the rest of his friends.

“Oh! Hi!” she exclaimed. Oh god, you thought to yourself, I’m meeting his parents. “I’m Susan, Rodrick’s mom. It’s so good to meet you,” she went on, extending her hand out to you. You felt bad considering your hands were a bit clammy from all the anxiety you felt, but you shook her hand anyway out of politeness. “Greg, will you go get Rodrick?” she asked the boy and he nodded and reluctantly ran up the stairs.

“I-I didn’t mean to interrupt or show up at a bad time or anything,” you stuttered but she smiled and shook her head.

“Nonsense! Would you like to stay for dinner?” she offered. Your eyes widened a little.

“I couldn’t possibly ask that of you,” you quickly replied. Footsteps came running down the stairs and your attention diverted. The boy, alongside Rodrick, came running down the stairs. Your heart seemed to be pounding out of your chest, thumping obnoxiously in your ears. Your eyes frantically looked between the three of them. You could only assume your face was turning red.

“Why have you never told me about her, Rodrick?” Susan asked, a smile still on her face. “She seems lovely.” You forced a polite smile but it faltered when you caught Rodrick’s eye.

“Guess I forgot,” he lied.

“Uh, Rodrick?” you asked, your voice breaking. You cleared your throat. “Can i talk to you?” A small smirk started to form on his lips.

“Yeah, come on, we can talk in my room,” he suggested. You swallowed a lump in your throat and followed him carefully up the stairs. Your eyes were glassy and you could feel your lip start to bleed as you continuously chewed on it.

His room was in the attic which only distanced you further away from your escape route. He flopped down onto his bed, resting his back against the headboard and crossing his legs over one another. He put his hands behind his head, the smirk still on his lips.

“So, you changed your mind, huh?” Rodrick chuckled. You could feel the pink rush to your cheeks, wishing he hadn’t looked as good as he did. But, god, you wished you could slap him and take the smirk away from his face.

“If my brother finds out,” you pause, stepping closer to him. “If you tell him, Rodrick, I will-”

“You’ll what, sweetheart?” Rodrick teased, leaning forward so he was closer to you. He chuckled when your jaw went slack, flustered and speechless.

You managed to regain your confidence and you pushed him away from you so he was leaning against the headboard again.

“I’m leaving. This was a mistake,” you explained, ready to dash for the exit. Rodrick was already on his feet and blocking the staircase within the blink of an eye.

“How is this a mistake?” he asked, keeping you from leaving. You sighed and tried to push him aside but he fought back.

“Rodrick,” you warned but he didn’t budge.

“If this is a mistake, why’d you come here in the first place?” Rodrick asked, searching your eyes for an answer. You paused, looking away. Your shoulders shrugged and you could hear him faintly sigh.

“How come you keep trying to talk to me at school? I met you once at a band rehearsal, it was nothing!” Your voice was starting to raise, unaware of your emotions.

“I know that was nothing! I just don’t know what it is! I don’t know why, okay?” Rodrick shouted back. He was sure his parents would be able to hear if they walked by, but that was one of the last things on his mind.

“What, do you like me or something?” Your voice came out harsh and impolite and you wished you had shut up a long time ago. You shut your eyes, and looked down. “I-I’m sorry,” you began to ramble but Rodrick wasn’t listening, too enveloped by his own thoughts.

He couldn’t like you. He could never. He liked Heather Hills. He’s spent forever chasing after her and doing everything to impress her. That’s who he liked. You were just his friend’s annoying little sister. Just because you talked to him first or that you had an interest in his band didn’t mean he liked you. It didn’t mean you liked him either. Just because he spent weeks chasing after you doesn’t mean it was romantically inclined, right.

“Y/n,” Rodrick spoke over your stutters of an apology. You went quiet, eyes glassy. He hesitated, swallowing a lump in his throat. “You wanna go to the dance with me?” Your eyes went wide and your brow furrowed.

“What? What does that have to do with anything?” you questioned, confused and dazed.

“I was going to ask you. I don’t know why,” he added. “There’s a dance in about a month. I was going to ask you after we had hung out but I think you’d like to leave now and I just had to ask-”

“Are you crazy?” you asked, bewildered. He fell silent. He knew it had been the wrong time to ask but he couldn’t hold the words from rolling off tongue his any longer.

“Is that a yes or no?” he asked. You shook your head and pushed him aside.

“No, Rodrick. And don’t ask for a reason. There’s too many of them.”

The dismissing bell rang, marking the end of the day. You hurried to your locker and quickly piled everything inside. Part of you hoped that Rodrick would come running up and slam your locker shut, scaring you the way it always did. You stood foolishly, glancing around for any sight of him. When there was nothing, you closed it and made your way towards the exit.

You trudged to your brother’s car, who you shared a ride with, and heard him arguing with someone else. You tried to hide behind the side of the car and peek your head up to watch and listen to what he was saying. That’s when you noticed the white van parked beside you with Löded Diper painted on it. It was Rodrick.

“You asked her to the dance?! What the hell, dude?! She’s my sister!” your brother shouted. You felt your face flush and your heart stopped.

“Look, man, I’m sorry! She didn’t say yes so what does it matter anyway?” Rodrick fought back. You glanced around nervously before you decided to make your presence known before the argument got any worse.

“What are you guys talking about?” you asked, acting oblivious. They glanced at each other then looked back at you.

“Nothing, get in the car,” your brother said, sliding into the driver’s seat. Rodrick looked annoyed and hurt and he avoided looking at you, hiding the way the tears started to pool in his eyes. He shook his head and got in the front seat of his van. You swung open the car door and flopped yourself down into the seat, wishing you could’ve said something to Rodrick.

Later that night, your brother was passed out asleep on the couch, some television show blasting on the tv. You swiftly snuck your way into his room, searching around for the piece of paper where your brother kept phone numbers. Your brother was terrible when it came to remembering numbers, which became an advantage for you.

You found the slip of paper in his desk drawer and you quickly scanned the list until you found Rodrick’s number. You pulled out your phone and hurriedly dialed it before scurrying out the room in case your brother had woken up.

The phone rung for a while as you paced your room until a tired voice on the other end of the line picked up.

“Hello?” the voice asked, raspy and ridden with sleep. You let out a light sigh of relief, glad he had picked up.

“Hey, Rodrick, can we talk?” you asked, your bottom lip slipping between your teeth.

“Who is this?” he groaned, followed by the rustle of what sounded like bedsheets.

“I’m afraid if I told you, you’d hang up,” you mumbled. Finally waking up, your words seem to catch his attention and he managed to put 2 and 2 together.

“Y/n?” he guessed, knowing the sound of your voice all too well now. Your eyes shifted down and you hesitated before answering with a quiet “yes”.

“Look, Rod, I’m sorry about Saturday. I was a total ass and I was just confused and tired, and I know those are just a bunch of excuses but-” He interrupted.

“It’s fine. You were right.” He sounded run down and miserable.

Silence filled the room and you only felt more guilty as the seconds passed. You racked your brain for something to say, feeling the tears start to pool in your eyes.

“Are you still going to that dance?” you asked, your voice breaking from the tears coming on. Rodrick was quiet for a moment and you thought maybe he hung up or fell asleep again.

“Yeah, why?” he questioned, sitting up in his bed curiously. You shut your eyes in embarrassment before you spoke again.

“If you don’t already have another date, I wanna go. With you.” His end of the line went dead silent. You pulled the phone away from your ear and checked to make sure he hadn’t hung up this time. You shut your eyes tightly, wishing you hadn’t said anything at all. You should’ve never called him, you should’ve never gone over to his house, you shouldn’t have talked to him at the rehearsal-

The line clicked and he was gone, leaving without a response. Your heart sank and a hot tear rolled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away and threw your phone across the room, not caring if it broke. You could feel more tears coming on and you buried your face in your hands.

You were left sobbing for a while before you heard the doorbell ring, followed by a long string of impatient knocks. You quickly wiped your tears away and checked your reflection on your way out of your room to make sure you didn’t look like a shit-show.

The loud rapping on the door didn’t stop until you reached the door. You swung the door open, prepared to shout at whoever had been knocking at the door annoyingly for so long. You froze when you saw the figure outside the door, your mouth going slightly agape. Before you could even fully process it, lips were pressed against yours and you felt your heart skip a beat. Your head went fuzzy, unable to think straight. You could only feel his lips and the rush of blood going to your face and how you could feel every goosebump rising on your skin. It felt nearly euphoric, making every bad thought slip away as if they’d never happened.

His lips separated from yours and your eyes fluttered open. Your eyes were met with glassy brown doe eyes with a few strands of shaggy deep brown hair falling in front of them. His tall figure stood over you, leaning down close to you. His eyes flicked down to your lips then back to your eyes. He started to move in for another kiss but you pulled back, putting a hand on his chest to push him away. You shook your head.

“Not here. My brother could see,” you whispered. Thankfully your brother hadn’t woken up from his deep sleep on the couch even after the persistent knocking and the doorbell. But you weren’t gonna risk it.

“I don’t care,” Rodrick mumbled and he brought his lips to yours again. You kept him close to you but pushed him away from the door and closed it behind you. Your back pressed against the door and you pulled him closer to you by his collar.

When your lips broke apart again, a smile spread across your face as you pressed your forehead to his. “So, about the dance,” you began slowly. His lips brushed against yours again and his hand cupped your face.

“That later,” he mumbled. “How about you come over tonight?”

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a/n: okay so i may have gotten a bit carried away with this one, but i hope this matched your request!

#rodrick x y/n #doawk rodrick #rodrick x reader #rodrick fanfic #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #devon bostick #fluff #light angst #one shot #oneshot #my fic

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sunnysoulzz · 9 months ago

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do Rodrick x band kid reader. I play saxophone and trombone and I just wonder what he would act like if we know a lot about music

As someone who plays a few instruments, this is such a fun idea :) (also this isn’t proofread sorry)

Rodrick x band kid!reader

Oneshot 🙏

If he found out you liked music before you started dating, it 100% made him fall ten times harder, he definitely wrote songs about being in love with you

If he found out you not only know a bit about music, but also played an instrument after you guys started dating he would lose his mind. How did he not know his favourite person also enjoyed his favourite thing????

A lot of your dates and hangouts revolved around music, either writing/making songs with him, listening to music while you cuddle, or going to concerts/shows with him.

He would definitely try to get you in the band, though his band mates weren’t a fan since it “might cause problems”

He’d definitely make you mixtapes of songs that remind him of you, and songs he wrote for you. And you’d probably make them for him too :)

At shows and parties he’d always show you off, even if he couldn’t get you in his band, he’d wrap his arm around you and tell anyone who would listen that you play an instrument, isn’t that so cool?!? His partner also likes music!

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Sorry this is quite short! I’m still on hiatus and not in my writing zone, but I had to write this since it hit my inner musician lolll hope it’s alright :)

#devon bostick #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick x y/n #doawk rodrick #rodrick oneshot #rodrick fanfic

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adsmae · 2 years ago

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ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ

ᴿᵒᵈʳⁱᶜᵏ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ⁿᵒⁿᵉ

You and rodrick have been dating for over a year and it’s been a hell of a ride. You’ve both pretty much have done everything together. You loved the small little memories you’ve made with him like; When you and rodrick got challenged to ‘who ever could make the best sand castle’ from a random kid at the beach. It ended up with you winning because the kid tumbled over rodricks sand castle. You remember how rodricks face was; a pouting baby that couldn’t get anything he wanted. It was very amusing to say the least. It was one of your favorite memories but since you got caught for sneaking out to go to rodricks party your parents decided on you going to summer camp for the...WHOLE SUMMER. It sucked because you were looking forward to spending the summer with rodrick and your friends Juniper, Faith, Ben, and Chris. You had your whole summer planned out just to get caught sneaking out. You were very upset and sad about the situation but you were going to try and make your last week in plainsview as positive as possible without being in a funk. Rodrick wasn’t the biggest fan of your parents right now.

It was your last day in plainsview and you decided on spending it with rodrick at his house because you’ve been spending most of your time studying and hanging with your friends as much as you could but tonight you just wanted to be alone with rodrick especially since you weren’t going to be seeing him for 3 months.

“That movie wasn’t so bad” You say nuzzling your face more into his chest with his arm wrapped around your frame. He laughs sending vibrations through out his chest.

“It can’t be as bad as your rom coms” Rodrick snarkily replied making you roll your eyes in response. You quickly sat up and narrowed your eyes at the now smirking rodrick

“Jerk, you know you love them” You playfully push his chest in defense, glaring more at him. He knew just how to get on your nerves even if you both were just messing around.

“They are all cliches’...parties, hooking up, college; girl next door falls in love with boy... blah blah blah” He shrugs while leaning his head back on the headboard

“It’s actually boy falls in love with girl next door but sure” You chortled. You sigh checking your phone, realizing that it’s almost time to go home. You didn’t want to leave him or leave at all for that matter but the time is ticking

“Y/n, you okay?” You heard the bed shift as rodrick sits closer to you. He moves his hand under your chin turning your head for you to look at him.

“Y-yeah I just realized it’s getting later. I really wish I could stay longer” You frown putting your phone aside. Before you knew it rodrick pulls you down. You were now laying on top of rodrick with his slender arms snaking around you stopping at the small of your back.

“I wish you could stay too but since you can’t get out of it, you better call me and text me as much as you can...oh and listen to my music if you miss me” He playfully winked. You give him a half hearted smile even though it still wouldn’t be the same.

“Okay loverboy” You softly smiled. Rodrick leans in, giving your lips a peck.

You get out of your laying position to sit on rodrick “Don’t fall in love with someone that isn’t me while I’m gone” you expressed before grabbing his chin and kissing him

Out of nowhere your phone starts ringing and you pull back from the kiss. Rodrick rolls his eyes at the annoying sound coming from your phone. You quickly crawl off of rodrick and grab your phone. You sigh as you see your moms caller Id pop up on the screen, knowing it was time to head home. You texted her instead of answering the call before grabbing your bag and your shoes.

“Don’t forget your homework on my desk and don’t forget about me” Rodrick stated. You shake your head, as if you could forget about him.

You grab the homework on his messy desk that had clutter scattered all over and under it and shove it in your bag before walking over and sitting on the edge of the mattress, slipping your shoes on, you feel Rodricks arms wrap around your chest pulling you backward. You could barely breathe.

“Rod, I have to go. My mom is going to kill me” You stated. Rodrick ignores your attempt to move away from him and attacks your face with kisses.

You finally get free from Rodricks grasp and stand up. You grab your bag and phone and sigh, seeing three texts from your mom.

“Come on don’t leave your poor lonesome boyfriend hanging. Can I have one more kiss? pleaseeeeeeee” You roll your eyes at his pouting and put your phone in your back pocket. “Fine but that's all you’re getting” You move in between his legs before he grabs your face and smashes his lips onto yours. The kiss lasted a good ten seconds but ten seconds too long.

You pull away and Rodrick pouts even more from the loss of your lips. A small laugh escapes your mouth before pecking his lips once more.

Before he could kiss you again you hurried to the bedroom door

“And don’t worry I won’t fall in love with someone who isn’t you” Rodrick softly yelled out. You smiled at how he remembered what you said.

You turn around and blow him a kiss and Rodrick pretends to catch it before he places his hand over his heart

*Dork* you thought to yourself but you can’t help but love that dork to death for some odd reason

#rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #y/n #oneshot #rodrick fanfic #rodrick rules #rodrick imagine #rodrick smut

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yourslvtywhor3 · 7 months ago

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everyones favorite emoooo rodirck heffleyyyyyyyy ❤️‍🔥

NOT PROOF READ OR EDITED

~~~he must have a hand on you at all times bc he wants you to feel safe from his crazy ass rock friends especially bill

~~~his mom hates your guy's relationship, but its not her life

~~~ rodrick knows your insecure and he wants you to know that he's there for you in every way possible even if you were in another country

~~~he says this alot " yea me and y/n are gonna have good lookin kids because their hot asf and i have the great drumming skill ya know , so thats how you know ours kids are gonna pull"

~~~ the way this man grabs your thigh is actually like omgggggg girl you know damn well after a minutes its a whole pond down there....

~~~cuddles and morning kisses he love you kiss your puffy face good morning because he like to see how flustered you get

~~~sleepovers every weekend like you both know damn well to behave because your parents know exactly what to take away if you misbehave (if that even made sense)

~~~ ok yall remember that scene in the movie where there at the roller skate thingie? yea ok. so when you guys went you and rodrick went roller skating and he was grabbing your waist for support so he doesn't fall and because he wants to make sure you don't fall either

~~~he loves to watch you swim like when you guys go to the pool during family trips you guys are splashing each other play fighting in the water

~~~ he went with you to get your bellybutton pierced because why not tf

~~~ lets be fr here you're the smart one in the relationship and your helping rodrick get his grades up and its working

~~~ you like art so when your with him you like to kiss him but his face gets dirty because of the pastel oils you have on your hands

~~~ LETS BE HONEST HERE WHO THE FUCKED DIDNT HAVE A CRUSH ON RODRICK WHEN THEY WERE A KID LIKE IF YOU DIDNT YOU ARE WEIRD AS FUCK BRO LIKE THIS MANNNNNNNN AGGHHHHHHH

~~~ so when yall do that lets be fr here he likes the cowgirl position

~~~ hes a boob guy thats it no arguing

~~~ sometimes he pinches your ass because he likes to hear you screech and turn around and hit his chest

~~~ you his everything and he lets you know that every day he will text you paragraphs on how much he loves you and how he never want to lose you.

I WOULD APPRICIATE IF YOU LIKE AND FOLLOW TO HELP A SMALL CREATOR OUT BC Y NOT 😊

#rodrick heffley headcanons #rodrick heffley #oneshot #your honor i love him #omg she finally got another post done #your monkey 🙈 blog #help a small creator out #diary of a wimpy kid #for everyone #idk what else to tag

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famwhy · 1 year ago

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Omg guys, I was just at an amusement park/theme park/whatever you wanna call the place with huge rides that make you fear for your life, and I just thought of an idea for a cute, fluffy oneshot with Steve Harrington where you decide to attend one of these parks and he's a staff member that's immediately hooked on you so he finds any excuse to be in charge of the rides you go on and gets extra close when making sure your seat is secure.

He'd go right up to your ear—lips grazing your lobe and warm air flooding the side of your face—before whispering, "Can't have a pretty little thing like yourself falling off, now can we?"

#steve harrington x reader #fluff #x reader #drabble #but I need to finish the yandere rodrick heffley oneshot I'm writing first #rest assured I'll deffo write this oneshot tho #Oh and this won't be yandere

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kooosmiko · 6 months ago

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𝗔 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 ─── 𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗒 (𝘋𝘪𝘢́𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘮 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢)

★ gênero: 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ?; ★ pequenas sinopses: 𝖧𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗎 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖤 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖺, 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋, 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗆, 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺, [𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾], 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾. ★ personage𝗆: 𝖱𝗈𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖧𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗒 x f!read𝖾𝗋 ★ 𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗌: 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗈𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾,𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 '𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒', 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅.

Rodrick definitivamente estava nervoso. Organizar uma festa escondida de seus pais num final de semana não parecia ser a melhor ideia, mas enfim, já estava marcado. Apartir do momento de que sus pais pisaram fora de casa o moreno pegou seu celular e mandou mensagem pra muitas pessoas.

As horas passaram voando enquanto Heffley preparava tudo. Ele ajustou as luzes, colocou a música no volume certo e organizou algumas bebidas e snacks. À medida que o relógio se aproximava das oito, os primeiros convidados começaram a chegar.

Rodrick observava a casa se encher de pessoas, muitas das quais ele conhecia apenas de vista. A música alta e as risadas ecoavam por todo o lugar, criando uma atmosfera eletrizante. Ele ainda estava um pouco nervoso, mas a adrenalina da festa o mantinha animado.

Tudo parecia estar indo bem quando, para sua surpresa, ele avistou [Nome] entrando pela porta. Ela era a garota mais popular da escola, aquela que todos desejavam e admiravam. Rodrick não conseguia acreditar que ela estava ali, na sua festa.

⸻ Nem fudendo ⸻ Drew comentou dando cotoveladas em Rodrick, que via a garota dançando naquele vestido preto colado. ⸻ Você vai 'pegar ela 'né?

⸻ O R odrick não pega nem gripe, quem dirá ficar com a [Nome]. ⸻ Mackie comentou.

⸻ Vai se fuder ⸻ Rodrick respondeu. ⸻ Eu vou falar com ela.

⸻ Dúvido

⸻ Meu pau no seu ouvido

Determinando-se a provar que seus amigos estavam errados, Rodrick respirou fundo e começou a atravessar a sala em direção a [Nome]. A cada passo, sentia a adrenalina aumentar. Quando finalmente chegou perto dela, tentou parecer confiante.

⸻ Oi, [Nome] ⸻ Ele disse, sorrindo. ⸻ Que bom que você veio.

Ela se virou, surpresa, e sorriu de volta. ⸻ Oi, Rodrick. A festa está ótima. Eu não esperava algo assim de você.

⸻ Bem, eu queria fazer algo especial ⸻ Ele respondeu, tentando esconder o nervosismo. ⸻ Você está se divertindo?

⸻ Muito. Eu adoro festas assim, com boa música e boas pessoas ⸻ Ela disse, olhando ao redor.

Rodrick percebeu que essa era sua chance. ⸻ Quer dançar?

Ela sorriu e acenou afirmativamente. ⸻ Claro.

Eles se moveram para a pista de dança improvisada, onde a música estava alta e as luzes piscavam. Rodrick sentiu o mundo ao seu redor desaparecer enquanto dançavam juntos. A química entre eles era palpável, e a cada movimento, ele sentia-se mais confiante.

Com o coração batendo forte, ele inclinou-se lentamente em direção a ela, seus lábios ansiando pelo contato, pela doce promessa de um beijo. E então, num momento de pura emoção e desejo, seus lábios se encontraram num beijo tão ardente quanto o fogo que ardia dentro deles.

À medida que seus lábios se encontravam, uma corrente elétrica percorria seus corpos, enviando arrepios de prazer por suas espinhas. O beijo começou suavemente, explorando os contornos delicados dos lábios um do outro, mas logo se tornou mais intenso e sexual.

As mãos de Rodrick deslizaram pelo corpo de [Nome], enquanto ela o puxava mais para perto, fundindo-se ainda mais no calor do momento. A mã de Heffley desceu para a bunda dela e apertou de leve oque que a fez sorrir no beijo do beijo.

E quando finalmente se separaram, os lábios inchados pelo ardor do beijo, eles se olharam nos olhos com um misto de desejo.

Enquanto o calor do beijo ainda pairava no ar, [Nome] sorriu de forma travessa e inclinou-se para perto de Rodrick, sussurrando suavemente em seu ouvido, fazendo sua respiração ficar ainda mais irregular.

⸻ Rodrick... ⸻ Sua voz era suave e carregada de desejo.⸻ Será que... nós poderíamos subir?

Seus lábios roçaram delicadamente o lóbulo da orelha dele enquanto ela falava, enviando arrepios pela espinha de Rodrick. O convite estava carregado de promessas e expectativas, fazendo seu coração acelerar ainda mais.

Heffley sentiu um calor intenso se espalhar por todo o seu corpo, uma mistura de nervosismo e excitação. Ele olhou nos olhos de [Nome], vendo o reflexo da chama ardente que queimava dentro de si, e assentiu lentamente, incapaz de resistir ao apelo sedutor em sua voz.

Com mãos trêmulas, eles se afastaram da pista de dança, deixando para trás a música pulsante e as luzes cintilantes, em direção ao desconhecido e excitante que os aguardava no andar de cima.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #imagines #smut #imagine #oneshot #diary of a wimpy kid #x reader

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embodyingchaos · 1 year ago

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hello, divine person, sorry if I bothered you a lot, but I'm dying for rodrick and you/n pregnant, could you make a headcanon of rodrick before and after the pregnancy and all this please

❥ hiii! of course, i can! im so sorry this is late!

rodrick heffley before & after pregnancy headcanons warnings: pregnancy stuff, gn but afab reader

OKOK SO, rodrick before the pregnancy would include a lot, and i mean A LOT of panicking

he’d be like “oh my god, a baby? what are those? wait no… HOW DO YOU TAKE CARE OF THOSE THINGS?!?!?!?” and it would take him some time but he will eventually be used to it

he’d constantly ask you if you need anything or if you need him to do anything for you, you need the tv remote? he’ll grab it for you! you want chips? he’ll grab it for you! you want something that requires him to drive halfway across town? he’ll grab it for you!

he reads as much as he can about how to handle pregnancies and he even takes up a few actual jobs just to support you even if your parents were okay with your pregnancy and were paying for the hospital bills and stuff

rodrick would also never allow you to do things on your own, and its sweet! but it gets really annoying really fast

after the pregnancy, rodrick is definitely not getting enough sleep

every single time your baby would cry, he’d take care of it, i mean it is the least he could do after you literally pushed your child out of your vagina, which he wouldn’t have known was gonna happen if he hadn’t read up on those birthing guides(he thought babies were delivered by storks)

he would love you guys’ kid to little bits and pieces, getting the worst baby fever ever and would just want to constantly be with the little baby

rodrick would also already have planned where he’d take you guys’ kid to, LIKE THE WATER PARK AND THE ZOO AND CHUCK E CHEESE AND ALL THAT ADORABLE FAMILY ASS BULLCRAP AND ITS JUST SO HEART WARMING AND ADORABLE

you couldn’t ask for a better father for your child

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 2 years ago

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As much as I love writing for Rafe, I am in a slump. I am in dire need of requests for other sexy men.

Steve

Edmund

Enoch

Tom

Tyler

Rodrick

King Ben

REQUEST PLEASE!!!!

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crljhnn · 2 years ago

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Math tutor

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!Reader

Summary: Rodrick is continuously unsuccessful in asking you out, so when he finds out that you are now tutoring his younger brother he decides to use this to his advantage. The only problem, Greg doesn't play along.

No physical description of the reader; No use of y/n

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

>Posted on AO3 as well<

“So that means x equals 9.” The answer comes out more like a question.

You've been tutoring Greg for about three weeks now and he finally, for the first time since starting this school year, seems to understand what is going on during math class.

“Yes, that’s right!”

“Really?”

While Greg wasn’t the first Heffley you ever tutored, he was the first to actually listen to what you said and process your explanations.

A few years ago you were taking the same math class as his older brother Rodrick who, back then, quite literally begged you to give him some tutoring lessons. While you didn’t like the idea of spending extra time at school to teach someone math, him apparently being so desperate for help, tugged at your heartstrings, making you give in.

On top of that, him being kind of cute and your teeny-tiny crush on him helped convince you as well. However, this adoration you harbored for about three months at that point, died about 5 minutes into your session.

He was barely paying attention to what you were saying, focusing more on drumming his pencils on the edge of the desk while humming along, using every breath you took to change the subject, mostly telling you about this little band of his. The straw that broke the camels back was when he dared to ask why you wanted to end the session only 15 minutes in, following it up with a „That was fun, let’s study together again soon!“.

Since you felt rather disrespected by that, you haven’t really spoken to him since. The highest form of communication was a forced smile when he would greet you in the hallway. You don’t have any common classes anymore.

However, your fiasco concerning Rodricks tutoring lessons didn’t stop his mom from asking you to tutor her younger son who, unsurprisingly, was falling behind in math as well. The significant difference this time was, that you were being paid. So even if Greg turned out to be just as uninterested in what you were saying as his older brother, it wouldn’t be a complete waste of time, at least for you.

That’s how you ended up in the local library every Monday and Wednesday for the last few weeks, explaining math to the younger brother of your former crush.

Today was different though. Since the library had to close down for a week, because of renovations, you decided to meet at the Heffleys house instead.

The last thing Rodrick expected, when he went downstairs to raid the fridge for snacks, was finding his crush of 3 years sitting in his living room.

Having his eyes fixed on you, he misses the last step, causing him to stumble, managing in the last second to grasp the railing to stop himself from face-planting. The result was him reaching the end of the stairs with a loud crash.

“You surely know how to make a remarkable entrance.”

“Haha yeah, hi.” He nervously scratches the back of his head “What are you… hah… what are you doing here?” ‘Stay cool Rodrick, you got this!’

“What does it look like? She’s tutoring me dumbass” The oldest Heffley son honestly didn’t even realize his younger brothers presence until he spoke up.

“Ah cool, so uhm good luck?” With another awkward laugh, he turns around and runs back upstairs.

Back in his room, he begins to panic, if he would have known that you were here he would have prepared better. But he’s sure he can still wing it.

First of all, he’s calling the band over for practice, I mean, he has his own band, chicks dig that.

He has it all planned out in his head, he will put on nice clothes, a nice perfume, and maybe even a bit of eyeliner as well, surely you’re into that. Then he’s gonna go downstairs, let his band in, and have a little jamming session with the boys.

Then there are two possible ways how the plan could continue to play out.

Possibility one, you hear his band playing from the living room and are so impressed that you just have to go and get a closer look. After that, he is going to invite you to sit in on practice for a bit longer. At the end of the session mesmerized will be an understatement to describe your state of mind and you won’t even have to think about it twice when he finally asks you out on a date.

The second possible outcome of you hearing him play is that you, while amazed, are still too shy to come up to him, so he will take a little break to get himself something to drink. Like one of those movie cliches, he’s gonna come in all sweaty, taking a sip of water and then emptying the rest of the bottle over his face and body to ‚cool himself down. Women find that hot, right? You definitely won’t be able to take your eyes off of him then.

While he is daydreaming about you drooling over him, he simultaneously digs through his closet, trying to find this one specific band shirt, that he bought after overhearing you gushing about their newest album. At the same time as he finds it, he hears his friends pull up, making him change in record speed while leaving his room to go back downstairs.

“Oh my god thank you for finally changing your shirt, the last one was smelling disgusting after you’ve been wearing it for like two weeks straight.” Greg had picked up on Rodricks crush on his tutor instantly, quickly deciding that using this new information to mess with him is the best form of revenge for the years of torture his brother put him through.

“Ugh shut up.” He turns to you “He’s lying you know. I change my clothes an appropriate amount of times. I actually just got ready for band practice. You remember me telling you about my band right? The boys are gonna be here any minute now.” He tries to be casual by leaning against the railing of the stairs but ends up stumbling instead.

“Yeah, I remember,” You don’t seem too happy about it though “But why do you have your shirt on backwards?”

Rodricks head snaps down. Fuck. Greg giggles. An awkward silence follows.

He's saved by the doorbell ringing, followed by the other Löded Diaper members walking in.

“Hi bro!”

“Yo Rodrick!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Why do you have your shirt on backwards?”

This time it’s you who giggles.

Sensing how embarrassed their band founder is, the boys take pity on him and rush him away.

After Rodrick explained his plan to his friends, resulting in him getting hyped up by them, they played for a while. After about 30 minutes he concludes that you won’t make the first move, which brings him to execute plan B of his strategy: to take matters into his own hands.

“You got this man!” He jogs back towards the living room, expecting to find you and his younger brother still studying but instead, he is greeted with Greg sitting in front of the tv playing video games.

“Oh is your tutoring session over already?” He tries to sound unbordered but fails horribly.

“Yeah you know I found it really hard to concentrate with this loud music, so we cut today short.” Greg grins up at the oldest Heffley child.

“Listen up you little shit-” he doesn’t finish his sentence. Maybe he could use Gregs help for his own benefit since you always seem to flee when he tries to make a move. It was the same a few years ago.

He had it all planned out back then as well. First, he was gonna ask you out for a study date, well that didn’t quite work out and it ended up more like a tutoring session. However, the result was that you two were spending some alone time together, so you could say that he roughly reached his initial goal. At least he counted it as a success.

Then Rodrick was going to make you fall for him. And how was he gonna do that? By impressing you of course. And what is the best way to impress a girl? Being in a band! Easy.

Well, that didn’t work out, driving you away even further. So maybe he could use his younger brother to get some inside info on what you like in men and what makes you fall for them.

Rodrick is fast to lay out his new plan to Greg.

“And why would I assist you with that? What is in it for me?” As expected, he is not exactly keen on helping his older brother out. So threatening it is.

“Cause if you don’t, you will regret it.” Greg is about to refuse again when he gets an idea. This would be the perfect way to get revenge on Rodrick. He is just gonna spin around everything you say and make his older brother ruin every chance he's ever had with you.

“Alright fine, I’ll do it.”

—

“Okay spit it out!” You and Greg are seated at your usual table at the library “You haven’t been able to sit still since you got here, what’s wrong?”

“I have a question.” He is not looking at you.

“Okay shoot!”

Greg has been thinking about how to interrogate you about your type without raising suspicions since the day he agreed to help Rodrick. “So there is this girl I kind of like and I wanted to ask you for advice. If a guy would want to go out with you, what would he need to do to stir your interest?”

“Well, every girl is different so-”

“Yeah but what about you?”

That confuses you a bit, but Greg asking you for girl advice was cute enough for you to not overanalyze it further.

“Well me personally, I like sweet and considerate guys,…”

—

“So what did she say?!” Rodrick was waiting for his younger brother at the front door, attacking him with questions as soon as he was close enough to hear.

“Calm down! So first of all she said, that she likes assholes you know, just your typical badboy!”

—

“…you know, the kind of guy who listens to what you have to say and really values your opinion. I want someone who actually hears what I say and shows that he is interested in me as a person...”

—

“She wants someone who is just a natural leader, an alpha, someone who makes decisions for her and shows dominance by interrupting her frequently. Also don’t seem too eager, she said she finds that overwhelming and just too much. Play it cool, act like you don’t care.”

—

“… so that means I also prefer deeper compliments, not just about my looks. Of course, it's nice to be called pretty every once in a while, but there is nothing worse than a guy repeatedly telling you how attractive you are, without ever appreciating anything else about you! Like is that the only thing about me that you like, my looks?…”

—

“She also likes to be complimented about her looks a lot, the more the better. Don’t even bother with any other kinds of compliments. ”

—

“… And lastly, never compliment a woman by putting other women down. The whole ‘Oh you're just not like other girls’ thing is deeply rooted in misogyny. It’s never a flattering compliment when it's only working because you are putting someone else down.”

—

“And lastly, she wants to feel special, you know, the best compliments include a comparison, for example, tell her how she is prettier than other women!”

Rodrick was hastily writing everything down.

“Thank you so much, I owe you!”

“No problem”

—

While you forgot about Gregs weird behavior as soon as you go back to explaining math, you are reminded of it again later, when he asks you to have your next session at his house, without giving an actual reason.

The weirdness reached its peak when he, shortly after you arrived at his house the next week, excused himself to quote ‘Look for, uh… you know,… a thing? That’s in my room’, then went to the bathroom instead, and ‘coincidentally’ as soon as he left his older brother showed up.

“Heyyy what’s up?” Rodrick mentally revises the list he learned by heart last night.

‘Be an asshole’ he kicks your water bottle that was standing next to you, “Oops…”

“Rodrick what the fu-”

‘Show dominance’

“Pick it up!”

“Excuse me? What is wrong wit-”,

‘Act like you don’t care’

“Quit talking like I care about what you have to say, what was your name again?”

“Wh- We both know that you know my name, what the fu-”,

‘Compliment her looks’

“You’re hot!”

And lastly, ‘Make her feel special by comparing her to other women’

“Especially compared to the other girls at school”.

A perfect delivery. He did everything that Greg told him to do. But why did you seem so angry? You looked like you were ready to swing at him.

That’s when he saw it. His shitty little brother was watching the interaction through the slightly opened bathroom door, holding a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. When he catches Rodricks eye he slams the door shut.

“I’m gonna kill you!” He is sprinting towards the room his brother is hiding in, banging his fists against the door.

“What the fuck is going on?” You haven’t been so confused in a long time. That’s when it clicked for you too. That’s why Greg was acting so weird, that’s why he asked about YOUR dating preferences specifically. He asked for advice for Rodrick but must have messed with his brother, based on the older ones reaction.

“Rodrick, were you trying to hit on me?” Your voice is heavily laced with disbelief.

The boy stopped his obnoxious assault on the door.

“Did it work?”

You barely hold in your laugh. “Sure.”

“Wait really?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Your smile is kinder now, finding this side of Rodrick, where he is eager to appeal to you, really endearing. Shit, are your feelings for him coming back? You definitely were completely over your crush before, so how did he so easily wrap you around his finger again?

“I would have never guessed that you out of all people were into me, you know, after the little stunt you pulled a while ago.”

“What do you mean?” Rodrick is confused, when did he do something that made you believe that he wasn’t interested in you?

“Our tutoring session? When you completely disrespected me by not even listening to me after you were the one to ask for help.”

“I was listening to you! It's just hard to concentrate when you are so… you! And your voice is so…” Wow he just has this way with words “And I didn't intend for it to be actually studying when I ask you. I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you, maybe impress you a bit, my band being the impressive part by the way, and then later ask you out on a date.” He scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

“And this little scene that played out just now, I guess that was Gregs doing?”

“Yes, since it didn’t work out the last two times I tried to get you to go out with me, I thought this was the best way to do it.”

Oh, your crush was definitely back, and bigger than ever at that.

“Well you never actually asked me out, maybe that would have been enough.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know, guess you have to ask to find out.”

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #fem!reader #diary of a wimpy kid #fluff #oneshot #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #no use of y/n

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