#rodrick x short reader

[fbfh]

i just want to be tall 😪

this was super random but i had to share this with someone because i just had a crisis of not being able to find a step stool so i had to climb the fucking counter top just to get a tea bag

NO BC SAME. short bitches club unite. I have to wear platforms at work or I can't fucking reach anything skjfsljks-

the good news is that Rodrick fucking loves your height. he loves being your tall lanky grungy emo boyfriend and he loves the way you have to stretch up on your tiptoes to kiss him. he loves how you look in heels and platforms and he loves how you look in flats. he loves that he can rest his head on top of your head and how easy it is to give you forehead kisses. he'll absolutley use this to his advantage and pick you up and set you down on any counter or elevated surface just to watch how flustered you get, claiming it's "so I can kiss you easier :)" but he has that stupid smirk on his face that means you know he just likes seeing you all nervous. you are and forever will be his passenger princess, and he keeps the seat scooched all the way up for you. whenever ben or chris or ward try to move it he's like nope. that stays up front for my shorty. he'll probably call you his shorty (only if you're into that and think it's cute. if you're sensitive about height jokes he'll make sure no one makes any or they get a drumstick thrown at them from across the room.) and above all else he loves how easy it is to cuddle you, how perfecly you fit into him when he spoons you. he could sleep like that for days and ngl he's probably tried to. when greg's school does hello dolly (and greg plays minnie fay, so of course rodrick's not going to miss any of the performances) and as soon as ermengarde and ambrose show up roddy leans over and whispers "that's us". it's so fucking cute.

[malereadermaniac]

Exploring ~ Rodrick Heffley x Male Reader

Getting it on with the local emo Top!Rodrick x Bottom!Reader word count: 610 Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Imagine weekly makeouts with Rodrick

Him coming over to your house to "do homework" and instead spending the whole Saturday with you in his lap, his tongue playing with yours as his hands rest on your hips

The two of you aren't dating or anything! You're just... exploring your sexualitites - it's perfectly natural as 18/19 year olds!

Kissing slowly becoming not enough to satiate the carnal desires Rodrick feels for you, soft grinding starting to come adjacent to the many hour-long, weekly makeout sessions

The rocker just can't get enough if the sounds you make as he rubs his hard dick against yours through his jeans. And you fucking love the low grunts Rodrick makes in your mouth as he kisses you or in your ear, along with a sexy groan of your name

Eventually, the two of you decided to take your sexual affairs to a new level - your parents had left you the house for two days and Rodrick's dick had hardened almost immediately when he found out

Your poor bed could barely fit the two of you, but you made it work

Rodrick above you, his muscles on full display as he slowly fucked into you turned you on to the max - he promised to go slow and he did, but mainly because he didn't want to cum in 5 seconds!

Your moans are what pushed the rocker over the edge. Your sweet and sexy sounds, along with your tight, warm walls, made the man shoot his load instantly

And from the way Rodrick panted and moaned above you, to the way he held onto your waist his his sexy, masculine, nail-painted and ring-adorned hands, jesus christ you came right away!

Over time, the two of you became more experienced; sex would last longer than the 15 minutes it took your first time, and you would both go for multiple rounds

You found out that Rodrick loves to have you suck his dick, look down at you as you cry from how huge his cock is, his pubes stuffing your nose as he softly caresses your cheek

The rocker had also become a huge fan of eating you out, after you taught him exactly how you like it, the man can't get enough of you! And the man has tricks too! He fingers your prostate to high heaven while eating you out and makes you cum within seconds!

All that to say that Rodrick's shape had pretty much indented into not only your ass but your bed - your parents were convinced that you two were dating from how often the man slept at yours!

But that doesn't mean you two don't mess about at Rodrick's house as well!

His Christian parents just make it a little harder to do so, that's why you pretend to be a part of his band

His parents don't know that Rodrick and you do it in his van every Sunday (lol)

Loud rock music playing from a radio to drown out the pornographic sounds that might escape the violently rocking van

It's safe to say the two of you have become addicted to one another; from your scents to your bodies to your voices, you fucking love all of Rodrick and he fucking loves all of you

So it wasn't much of a shocker when Rodrick randomly asked you to be his boyfriend one day, dick balls deep inside of you

You short-circuited and blue-balled him as punishment for making such a special moment so gross!

But later that day, you two made up and out, the night finishing with your typical make-out sesh and as boyfriend and boyfriend!

[jaetyun]

your biggest fan — p.wonbin

since your brother formed a band with his friends in high school, you've had a massive crush on the aloof and reserved wonbin. him never paying you mind never bothered you until they became famous, and now you have to share him with every other fangirl. now that they're on tour, it's the perfect opportunity to make wonbin realize he doesn't want to share you either.

rockstar!wonbin x fem!reader

feat. y/n as chaein purki, riize uses w2e for promotional pics sometimes, various other idols including nct, kep1er, nmixx, ive, & p1harmony

smau, brothers best friend, childhood (well middle school) friends to lovers, might get suggestive & included nsfw jokes but no smut, kinda inspired by the summer i turned pretty but it's vague

a/n: this was a yeonjun drabble repurposed also i know i said no more smaus but BOOOOO this one will be short pinky promise

tag list is: open | updates non-regularly

playlist (lyrics don't matter this is moreso to hear what kind of music the band makes)

profiles 1 | profiles 2

01. operation loverboy

02. the siren tour

03. last resort lobotomy

04. rodrick heffley

05. the little sister curse

06. operation loverboy cancelled

07. despicable me (the canon event)

08. spread eagle

[crljhnn]

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.

[slut4sugu]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌— RODRICK HEFFLEY X BLACK!READER

ʚ 🍓ɞ including + warnings: rodrick being a nervous boyfriend, black!reader, toothrotting fluff, suggestive themes ʚ 🍓ɞ summary: what it’s like dating Rodrick heffley <3

next in the Rodrick series .

ʚ 🍓ɞ FIRST WEEKS DATING

HELLA SHYYY, despite putting up a ridiculous cool persona when it comes to being around you and your sweet smile all by himself he crumbles

Is scared to indulge in pda or physical intact with you because he’s afraid of coming off as clingy, but once you sit him down and let him know that you’re just as clingy if not more than he is, he starts to loosen up a little

constantly falls asleep with his head in your shoulder whenever around you and he gets tired

Starts looking out for you first in a crowd and gets visibly upset when he can’t reach you

Walks you to and from class no matter if he misses the bell or if your class is on the opposite side of the school. He values every minute he has with you <33

Thinks about giving you goodbye kisses all the time and almost did it once but chickened out and you thought it was adorable

Sends you hella couple TikTok’s late at night

Loves when you squeeze him when you hug, it makes his heart race

Adores all your protective styles but after you sent him a picture of your hair after wash day he was inlove

Damn near fainted when you called him baby on FaceTime late at night

It was 10pm and you were listening to Rodrick recount his day of tormenting Gregory as usual, you were growing sleepy as you listened to his voice lull you to sleep. “He’s such a little shrimp I swear- are you getting tired?” You shook your head no and said, “I’m still up baby.” You giggled as you saw your boyfriends face grow flushed, “You okay? Babyy?” You always got a kick out of seeing Rodrick lose his cool and this moment was just too precious, “Mhm! Y-yeah I’m great, totally fine.”

When he saw you the next day he was determined to make you just as embarrassed, but despite his best efforts when he called you doll all you did was giggle and call him cute after pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Rodrick once left a shirt at your place when he snuck over one time and saw you in it on FaceTime without a bra on he damn near drooled.

ʚ 🍓ɞ FIRST COUPLE MONTHS

Starts to get more comfy, cuddles with you when you’re alone and rests his head on your chest with his arms wrapped around your torso

Play with his hair and he’s like mush on top of you

Can’t get enough of hearing you sing, he loves it when you hum a song mindlessly in his presence, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Calls you bunny/bun or pinky pie

Walked in on you in just a bra and shorts one time, you didn’t see him again for another 6 minutes.

Had your first kiss in an empty hallway at school, you kissed him first<33

Whenever you do your makeup he insists on watching especially if you wear eyeliner, he’ll sit on your bed like a lost puppy as he watches his pretty girl in adoration.

Kisses you again at his house after he saw you cry over a Disney movie, he called you pretty and held you close to his chest until you had to leave.

Listens to old school music with you late at night over the phone

Said I love you for the first time out of nowhere on the phone, you were so starstruck he came over to say it to your face. He got in trouble for it later but he didn’t care, hearing you say it back was more important.

You have your first makeout session in your bedroom when you were supposed to be studying, the v neck shirt you were wearing complimented your double d’s and showed off the chain that held Rodrick favorite ring he gifted you. You looked so effortlessly pretty, so when you gave him a kiss for getting a question right he went in for another..and another..until your lipliner was smudged and you sat breathless on his lap.

Surprise bear hugs from behind when he misses you

Kisses your neck and messes with your hands when he wants attention

Your voice, your touch, your smile has Rodrick in a choke hold and hopefully the promise ring he’s saving up for with his mom bucks will show you how much he truly loves you <33

[sunnysoulzz]

Hey sunnyyyyy😋can we get the girl next door crush trope with Rodrick heffley headcannons

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS BUT FUCK YEAH

(I’m ngl- I’m very uncultured I had to look up what the girl next door trope was) (also this made me realise idk how to make headcanons)

Contains: rodrick Heffley x f!reader, nsfw, reader and rodrick are neighbours and childhood friends lol, more rodrick accidentally perving on reader, smut under the cut!

You and Rodrick had been friends since childhood. you were neighbours. When you were little you used to always play together, he had a habit of being a bully sometimes.

As you grew up you stayed friends, not as close as you were when you were little, but still close. When he’d get mad at his dad or something, he’d come to your house. He’d talk about music, school, girls he had a crush on. You’d just smile and listen.

He never really saw you as ‘dateable’. You were always just his close friend who he’d go to for comfort, and when he needed someone to talk to.

The two of you would drive around in his van, listening to music, or get snacks together. He’d always tell you about songs his band was working on.

He’s the kind to make you a mixtape of your favourite songs, you face felt hot after he handed it to you.

He definitely throws his arm over your shoulder when he’s walking with you

One day one of your neighbours had a party, your family and rodricks family were both invited. You wore a short skirt and a cute top. That was the first time Rodrick really saw you as a woman. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he has a goofy smile as he tried to act cool, his ears tinted red.

After that he realised how much he liked you, even before this, when he would adamantly refuse that he liked you, he definitely did. He’d always try to make you laugh, he thought the way you talked was cute, he’d try to impress you when he played drums, and way more embarrassing stuff he doesn’t want to admit.

Rodrick having a crush on you would 100% mean he’d invite you to every practice and the few places that let his band play. He’d call you his personal roadie lol.

He’d sneak out of the house at night to go to yours, he’d say it was because he was pissed off about something, but really he just wanted to see you.

You’d bring him to your room, trying not to wake your parents, even though they were used to rodrick coming over at random times by now. You talked about hearing a song he would’ve liked, humming the song softly. He immediately blushed, not just because he liked hearing your voice, but also because you thought of him.

You loved how dorky he was, even though he tried to act cool, he really wasn’t.

He never planned to confess, he didn’t want to ruin the friendship and was hoping the crush would just die down overtime, it didn’t. He was talking about you to his friends, yet again, when you showed up at his house unannounced and caught him talking about everything he loves about you. He has never been more embarrassed. He tried to pretend he was talking about another girl while he friends just exchanged knowing glances.

He definitely accidentally perved on you on when you were getting out of the shower.

Rodrick thought you were innocent, he hadn’t seen you bring any guys over, at least none he thought you were hooking up with. And since he’s a virgin too, he really wanted his first time to be with you.

He definitely thinks about you whenever he jerks off :]

You know that whole trope of “accidentally looking though a girls window when she’s changing”? That happened. You both stared at eachother for a few seconds before you felt your face grow hot. You quickly covered your chest and closed the curtains. He popped a boner real fast.

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I’m all out of brain juice 😭 I’m so sorry, I have no idea what this trope is, so I hope this works 🫶🫶 if it doesn’t, I’ll rewrite it fr LOLL but my requests are always open 😼

[sykoangels]

movie star

paring: Rodrick Heffley x hyperfemme!reader

warnings: oral sex (f! Receiving) , sex tapeunprotected sex

author note: im literally in love with rodrick!!! sooo enjoy this is gonna be feeding my delusions unfortunately

Rodrick Heffley is a character to say the least he could be a bit bitchy, but he was crazy talented. He’s the frontman of the band Loaded Diper a band he created with his friends. Back in freshman year, he was holding auditions for a new guitarist due to the one he had moving overseas. You went to the audition and got in with flying colors. Rodrick wanted something different from the band and you had to look and the talent. Your aesthetic was very different from the rest of the band, but still leaned into the emo aesthetic as well, but not too far off that they would get called posers. You loved wearing fishnets and baby tees, especially ones with crazy sayings on them like “I heart men whimpering” or “#1 gaslighter.” The band was doing well, especially throughout high school but now you're a sophomore in college doing the band on the side for extra money well also studying music technology because you want to become a music producer.

But you were keeping a secret at least from the rest of your bandmates. You and Rodrick have been in a friends-with-benefits relationship for about six months. This came about after the winter tour had concluded. One minute you guys were talking at a Christmas party and the next minute you were bent over a dingy bathroom sink and some random college frat house. You didn’t mind this since you always thought Rodrick was very attractive. If you were honest with yourself, he fit every piece of criteria when it came to your romantic partner. Handsome, tall, musically inclined, and a bit pathetic looking he checked all the boxes. He wasn’t even bad at sex either. Maybe the rumor you heard about rockstars are right they’re really decent in bed. It was getting difficult to hide the friends with benefits relationship since now they are preparing for our summer tour, which means we’re constantly around our band mates each other 24/7 no breaks.

The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and sweat as the last chords of their set reverberated through the dimly lit club. The crowd roared, their voices a mix of excitement and exhaustion after a night of headbanging to Rodrick Heffley's band. You, the lead guitarist, felt the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, your fingers tingling from the rapid-fire strumming. As you stepped off the stage, Rodrick caught your eye from across the room. His smirk was mischievous, a silent acknowledgment of the secret that only the two of you shared. You made your way through the throng of fans and backstage hangers-on, your black micro mini skirt swishing against your thighs, fishnet stockings adding a touch of rebellion to your hyperfeminine style.

"Great set tonight," he said, his voice low as he pulled you into a corner, away from prying ears. "Always," you replied, smiling coyly. "But you know what would make it even better?"Rodrick leaned closer, his eyes dark with intrigue. "What's that?""A little after-party of our own," you whispered, your breath warm against his neck. His hand found yours, fingertips grazing softly. "I like the sound of that."

With a nod, you both knew the plan. You slipped out the back door, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat inside. He quickly made it to the van loading up the instruments before sending a quick text to the under bandmates saying that you didn’t feel good and that you were going back to his place to rest. You guys called a taxi and made it back to Rodrick’s place. The drive to his place was short, the city lights blurring past as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

Inside, the apartment was quiet, the usual clutter of instruments and band posters giving way to an intimate setting. Rodrick pressed you against the wall as soon as the door closed, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his band tee beneath your fingers.

"Wait," you murmured against his lips, pulling back slightly. "I need to remember this moment forever.”

Rodrick nodded, understanding flashing in his eyes. You walked over to the camera set up on its tripod, a sly grin playing on your lips. Flicking it on, you adjusted the angle to capture the both of you perfectly. "Are you ready baby” he asked, his voice husky with desire. You turned to face him, your outfit a stark contrast against the darkness of the room. "More than ready," you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest. Rodrick closed the distance between you, his hands gentle as they cupped your face. His lips met yours again, this time with a tenderness that spoke of deeper emotions hidden beneath the surface. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the hardness of his body against yours. "You look so fucking pretty babe," he murmured, his gaze tracing every inch of your exposed skin.

"thank you baby" you whispered back, your fingers trailing down his chest to the button of his jeans. With a deft flick, you undid it, sliding the zipper down slowly, deliberately. Rodrick groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck, I need you so bad," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. You smiled, a thrill running through you at his words. "Show me," you challenged, your eyes daring him to go further.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Rodrick lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the couch. The camera captured every moment, the lens focusing on your intertwined bodies with an unflinching gaze. Settling you down, Rodrick knelt between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands were reverent as they explored your body, peeling away layers of clothing with careful precision. You gasped as his fingers found the edge of your panties, slipping beneath the delicate fabric to tease you.

"Rodrick," you whimpered, your head falling back as pleasure surged through you. "that’s it good girl" he hushed, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "Let me hear you." You obeyed, biting your lip to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape. Rodrick’s mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue darting out to taste you, sending waves of sensation crashing over you. You gripped the cushions beneath you, your body arching towards him, seeking more.

"Fuck yes” you moaned, your voice breaking the silence. "Oh fuck yes " Rodrick chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "You like that, huh?" “ I love it oh fuck” you admitted, your eyes fluttering shut as he continued his ministrations. The camera watched silently, capturing your expressions of pleasure, the way your body writhed under Rodrick’s skillful touch. You could feel the heat building within you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you might explode.

"Rodrick," you cried out, your voice raw with need. "Please, I need—" He didn’t let you finish. Rising to his feet, Rodrick positioned himself above you, his eyes burning with desire. You reached for him, guiding him inside you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. You both shuddered, a symphony of sighs and moans filling the room as you moved together, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge."Look at you," Rodrick panted, his forehead resting against yours. "So thirsty for my fucking cock like some groupie whore”

You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "yes your groupie whore," you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper. As the climax approached, the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you, until finally, it snapped. You cried out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Rodrick followed soon after, his own cry mingling with yours as he spilled himself inside you, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. As the afterglow of their passionate encounter began to fade, you and Rodrick lay entangled on the couch, the camera still recording your every breath. The room was filled with a mixture of scents—the musky aroma of sweat mingled with the faint hint of your perfume, creating an intoxicating blend that seemed to encapsulate the intensity of the moment

[blahblahblees]

Hey there!!!

This is my first time requesting on Tumblr and I am not sure if you're accepting requests or not so if you aren't feel free to ignore it.

Can you please write a short drabble on Rodrick and the reader being neighbours and the reader liking him but not telling him because he likes Heather. And then everything happening at rodrick's party.

And all the drama can go according to your imagination!

I am sorry for my bad English.

Have a good day/night/evening/afternoon.

Thank you.

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── make you mine ミ rodrick heffley

✎ ·˚ ༘ ─── reader has a crush on rodrick but his eyes seemed to be locked on heather hills, but when greg takes notice of rodrick’s lyrics, his perspective begins to change.

wc: 1,333

movie!rodrick heffley x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns), the use of y/n (your name)

tw: kissing (?)

a/n: your english is wonderful :)

HEATHER HILLS. The way her name rolled off of the tongue made her seethed in ways she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t because she was jealous of her, she knew that Heather Hills was gorgeous, but she (herself) was also just as beautiful. She liked her hair, she liked her body, she liked her style, and she liked Rodrick Heffley.

But his eyes seemed to be locked on Heather Hills. He always talked about her long blonde hair and how her outfits just perfectly fit her. It was Heather Hills this and Heather Hills that… but she let him go on about her.

It was an awful thing to do to herself, but here she was, once again, sitting with him in his dining room as he explained his plan to her.

His band, Löded Diper, had somehow convinced Heather to perform at her birthday party. She didn't know how they convinced her to let them play or even why for that matter, but it was good enough for Rodrick.

Her eyes watched as Rodrick scribbled down songs for them to potentially play at her party along with some newer lyrics that would "tell her how much he loved her", which she didn't quite understand. Rodrick hadn't really known Heather for long, quite literally meeting her at school when he was picking up Greg.

"... So, what do you think?"

She looked up from Rodrick's notebook and towards him. She was so in her own mind that she hadn't realized that he'd been speaking to her.

"I'm sorry." She muttered. "What did you say?"

"I asked if the hook should be changed so it fits for the party..." He answered. "Are you listening?"

"Yeah... yeah." She answered, sitting upright in her seat. "Sorry." She apologized once more and quickly gathered her belongings.

"What's wrong?" Rodrick asked, his brows furrowed by her sudden movements. "Where are you going?"

"I should head home." She said. "My mom is expecting me soon and I have to help her with dinner tonight."

Rodrick nodded, slowly standing up and following the girl to the front door. "I'll see you at Heather's party tomorrow, right?"

She closed her eyes for a moment before turning, her hand resting on the doorknob as she looked at him. She really didn't want to go to Heather's party and had planned on it, in fact, she was pretty sure it was an invite-only party and she hadn't gotten an invitation from the girl.

But she was pretty sure that Rodrick was going to find a way for her to get inside, invite or not.

So, she took in a small breath and nodded. "See you there."

With that, she quickly shut the door behind her and headed towards her car, and sped out of the Heffley driveway.

"I can't believe some of the stuff you write in here."

Rodrick quickly turned at the sound of the voice. It was Greg. He was standing at the dining room table with his eyes locked on Rodrick's songbook.

"Is this what being in love is like for you?" Greg asked. "If so, she just went out the door without a kiss goodbye."

Rodrick quickly marched over towards him and grabbed the book before he quickly hit Greg with it. "What are you talking about, dork?"

Greg muttered something under his breath, rubbing his arm in the process. "That stuff... that stuff you call music. That's about Y/N, isn't it?"

"What?" Rodrick scoffed. "No. This is for Heather's birthday tomorrow."

"You're going to sing a love song to another girl at Heather's birthday party?" Greg chuckled. "Are you crazy?"

"You're going to be crazy dead if you don't shut up." Rodrick barked and held his book in the air once more, prepared to hit Greg with it, but the younger boy quickly ran off before anything else could happen.

Rodrick heavily sighed and sat back down at the table. He flipped his book open and tapped back and forth against the table as he went over the lyrics once more, just to make sure everything was perfect for...

But the more he looked at his lyrics, the more and more that he imagined her… he only saw her.

With a heavier sigh, he shut his songbook and slumped down into his seat, rubbing his hands over his face before stopping halfway and sitting up quickly.

He knew what he had to do.

HEATHER’S PARTY was in full swing.

People had been partying for quite some time before she arrived. She obviously wasn’t going to upstage Heather, she didn’t think that was possible with how outlandish Heather’s party had been, but still, she chose to dress up for the party and stay until Rodrick’s band called it for the night, which may take hours at the rate this party was going.

But as soon as Rodrick set eyes on her, he sat his guitar down and told his band to just go with the flow until he got back.

He took in a deep breath, and gently shook his hands to bring himself some comfort. He titled his head side to side before finally reaching her side by the punch bowl.

“You made it.” Rodrick smiled.

She turned at the sound of his voice and nodded, taking a small sip from her drink. “Yeah, of course.” She smiled. “Couldn’t miss the best band play their biggest gig.”

Rodrick smiled at her words, whether or not she meant what she said didn’t matter. She said them to make him feel good, to bring him comfort over the fact that he was about to tell Heather Hills that he liked her.

Or so she thought.

“Did I miss your love bomb to Heather?” She asked.

And she really hoped she had.

“Uh, not quite, no.”

She furrowed her brows at his response. “Everything okay?”

Rodrick's heart was racing as he looked at her. He knew he needed to tell her how he felt; he just didn't know how. But as he looked into her eyes, he found himself lost for words. All he wanted to do was kiss her.

Without warning, he leaned in and captured her lips with his own. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was filled with all the emotion he had been trying to hide from her.

When they pulled apart, he could see the surprise in her eyes. "I'm sorry," he said quickly.

She blinked. “You’re- You’re sorry? What- What-“ She stammered, her face growing red as she flustered her words. “What about Heather?”

“I don’t think- It was never Heather was into.” He said. “I mean, yeah, she’s hot, but she doesn’t make me feel the way I do when I’m with you. All those songs I was writing were never about her.”

As Rodrick spoke, she could feel her heart racing. Did he really just say what she thought he said? Could it be possible that he liked her as much as she liked him?

"Really?" she asked, her voice soft.

He nodded. "Really.”

Without hesitation, she leaned in and captured his lips with her own. It was a deep, passionate kiss, filled with all the emotions they had been holding back for so long. Her body melted into his as their lips moved in perfect harmony, each kiss taking them deeper and deeper into the moment.

When they finally pulled away, they were left breathless and dizzy with desire. She looked up at him with a shy smile, her heart beating like a drum in her chest.

"I've loved you for so long," she said softly.

"I know," he replied, cupping her face in his hands. "I've loved you too, but I didn't have the courage to tell you until now."

She leaned into him, her head resting against his chest. "I'm so glad you did," she whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

This would be the only time that Rodrick would be thankful of Greg.

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Rodrick heffley x fem!reader

Hardcore

warings: dirty talk,woman,slut or something. dom!Rodrick Heffley

That night, the Heffley House was empty because Rodrick was grounded. But even though he was grounded, he invited you over to his house. And you were very happy about it.

The usual. You were drinking beer and talking to Rodrick. He was telling you about his band. As the night went on, you both slowly got drunk. You were surprised when Rodrick pulled another beer out of the fridge.

“Are you crazy? You just drank a bottle… You’re going to wake up with a terrible headache in the morning,” you said worriedly.

Rodrick laughed. “So? Are you worried about me, woman?” You were surprised, his voice deeper and more appealing than usual.

“Woman?”

“Yes, woman? Why are you so surprised?” Rodrick mockingly approached you.

"rodrick? what are you doing?" what's happening to him? this is the first time he's acting like this. rodrick sat down next to you without answering and started caressing your legs. (you're wearing shorts)

"r-rodrick!?"

"shut up, are you always this talkative?" he turned to you and grinned.

"what are you trying to do? what's your purpose???"

"isn't it obvious?"

your face turned red when he looked at you with a mocking expression, then he suddenly pulled you onto his lap and continued to caress your legs.

"Rodrick!stop it!"

"Shut up you fucking slut, I know what you're here for. You're crazy about my dick. Your pussy is already wet."

You were surprised, he was right… your pussy was already wet. You swallowed and let him touch you.

"Oh, good girl."

he grinned.

"Now sit on the floor and suck my dick."

You obeyed him and sat on the floor.

Sitting sprawled out on the couch, you unzipped his pants. His hard cock was already visible. You pulled his pants down and his red boxers were in front of him. When you took off his boxers, you started to lick his cock slowly. After he watching you for a while, he grabbed your hair roughly and shoved his entire cock into your mouth. Tears welled up in your eyes and you coughed.

"You're incompetent at this, I need to show you the way."

He spoke sarcastically and continued to guide you. His cock was so big, you almost choked. You continued to suck his cock with tears streaming down your face. He suddenly took his cock out of your mouth, and as you looked at him out of breath, he suddenly came onto your face. Especially your mouth.

"Swallow."

You swallowed, then he took a napkin and wiped your face.

"undress."

You nodded and started to take off your clothes. Rodrick pulled you next to him and laid you on the couch. He spread your legs and teased your pussy on the tip of his cock.

you were moaning desperately. "R-rodrick! please…please stop it! come inside me…please!"

rodrick chuckled and continued to tease you with his cock. "Are you that desperate for me to fuck you?"

you continued to moan and nodded. "yes rodrick! please!"

rodrick thought for a moment, then grinned. "i don't have a condom, are you sure? do you want me to get you pregnant or something?" he started to caress your clit with his hand.

you paused, continuing to moan as you looked at him breathlessly. "i…i don't know…"

Rodrick chuckled and without warning, he thrust his cock into you. You moaned loudly as if you were dying. You were out of breath. His cock was so big that your body couldn’t move. Rodrick put your legs on his shoulders and started moving.

“Say my name!” Rodrick shouted as he moved faster.

“Rodrick..! Rodrick!” You moaned his name desperately, Rodrick going faster every time you said his name.

rodrick grinned, continuing to fuck you hard. he noticed your eyes slowly rolling upwards.

"rodrick! i'm so close ahh! i'm… i'm cumming!"

rodrick chuckled. "i'm close too, you can ruin my cock." he continued his movements, you gripped the chair tighter and moaned. you had ruined his cock.

rodrick slowed down a bit. "you're cumming like a slut, i guess it's my turn." then he went back to his old pace. finally, with a loud moan, he filled your pussy with his cum.

you moaned loudly and watched as he filled you. some of his cum leaked out of your pussy. rodrick grinned, grabbed your chin and kissed you hard.

"i love you rodrick…" you looked up at him, out of breath. rodrick grinned.

"do you love mine or me?" he replied sarcastically. you rolled your eyes.

"both." you grinned.

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HELLO GUYS! This is my first post, I hope you liked it. Actually, I liked submissive men but I couldn't think of an idea😁 and my English is a little bad, I'm getting help from a translate. I hope you don't mind. Anyway, see you in a new post!!!

[dragon-kazansky]

Heart of the Dreaming

Morpheus x Female Reader

Soulmate AU

You are the daughter of Rodrick Burgess. You find out about the "demon" in the basement and decide you want to see it. Things take an unexpected turn when your soulmate connection is made with the man you find down there. You are the one he has been waiting for, and you're being taken away from. Not for long. Dream will protect his soulmate.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Chapter Four - Pocket full of sand

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You had been locked away in that house for so long that you had no idea just how much the world had changed. You had never really been to London before, but you were sure even then it had been much different to the London you are in today.

You turn around to see Dream composing himself. He looked a little... tired, dare you say. He looks at you silently.

"You alright?" You ask.

He nods and then turns around. It's dark out, not many people around. He would know Constantine when he saw her. She had his sand.

You stand a good few steps away from him, holding yourself. You didn't bring a coat. You didn't exactly have time to bring anything. You were in a city you couldn't navigate, and your only companion was a strange man who had told you you were his soulmate.

It was a lot to take in one night.

"Constantine."

You turn around to see Dream looking at a woman in a long coat. She doesn't exactly hang about. The conversation is short as she directs his attention to a raven that has landed on the bench behind you. You find yourself confused at its sudden appearance. It seemed to be watching Dream.

"I do not need a raven."

You look at Dream, confused. The man was talking to a bird. Of all the crazy things you've seen so far in regards to this man, this was the craziest.

"Lucienne said you'd say that," the raven spoke.

You stare at the bird with wide eyes. "It's talking?"

"Uh, I'm Matthew," the raven replies.

"It's talking!"

Dream stands beside you and looks down at the raven. He doesn't act like he heard what you were saying. His attention was fully on the bird. "I do not need a raven," he repeats.

"Respectively, sir, you do." Matthew caws.

"Go back to the Dreaming."

"Look, she's got away!" Matthew exclaims, looking behind Dream.

Morpheus turns and finds Constantine has completely vanished from sight. She's made sure to put distance between them.

Dream turns to you. "Fine. You stay here with him. Don't move."

"What?" You look at him with slight panic. He can see it in your eyes.

"Just wait for me."

Dream walks off, and you scoff in disbelief. This man, who is supposedly your soulmate, has the audacity to "rescue" you from your family home and then abandon you in an unfamiliar city? The universe could have chosen someone with more dignity at least to tie you with.

You sit on the bench with a huff. Matthew cocks his head to the side, looking at you intently. You turn and glare at him, causing him to take a few steps away from you along the back of the bench.

"So, uh..." He snaps his beak gently, making a clicking sound, "who are you?"

"No one important," you sigh.

"That can't be true. Wait, are you the woman Lucienne mentioned? She said he had gone off to rescue someone."

"Does everyone know about this?" You ask.

"No? Not that I know of."

"I'm sorry, but how are you talking? You're a bird!" You look at him.

"I don't know. I just... am. I wasn't always a bird, mind you. I was like you once."

"Like me?"

"A human." He cocks his head again.

"Oh... What happened?"

"I, uh... I died."

"Oh... I'm sorry." You frown.

"It's fine. This is my life now." He ruffles his feathers a little. "So, uh... Are you just gonna sit here?"

☆☆☆!!!!!!!

Morpheus finds Constantine within her nightmare. He'd standing there when she woke. She states at him for a good few moments and then speaks. "For fuck's sake." She sighs. "How did you find me?"

"You were dreaming. But it wasn't only a dream, was it? It's a memory. No wonder you do not sleep."

"Maybe I don't deserve to."

"Perhaps not." He says to Constantine. "But I could make it go away."

"Only if I help you find your sand."

"Though finding anything in this place may require more magic than even you can muster."

Joanna falls silent for a moment and then gets up. "I'll look in the office. Try not to clean up while I'm gone."

"I'm coming with you," he says. "You have a gift for disappearing."

"All right. But if the mess in here offends you, wait till you see my office."

The office was so much worse.

Constantine started going through her things, hoping the pouch would pop up somewhere and she could get this over with. She didn't particularly want him hanging around.

"Why do humans love objects so much?" Dream asks.

"They do come in handy sometimes." Constantine tells him. "You seem pretty attached to your sand."

"It's not just an object. It's a part of me."

"If that's true, how'd you happen to lose it?" She asks, looking at him.

"It was stolen by a magic user called Burgess."

"Wait, not Rodrick Burgess? The old demon king himself, eh? Everyone used to say he was a fake. Said he had the Devil locked up in his basement. How the fuck did you..."

She looks up.

"Shit." She walks over to him. "Were you down there? All this time?"

His lack of response was in itself an answer.

Morpheus plucks a set of photos from a box and looks down at them. They picture Constantine and another woman in them.

"Is this you?" He asks.

"Why? Do I look that different?"

"No. Happy."

A moment of silence passes.

"Shit." Constantine whispers. "I know where your sand is."

☆☆☆

Dream had gone all the way to Rachel's apartment. He had first gone to Constantine's, assuming she had the sand there, but it became rather complicated quickly.

Turns out the sand was at her exes. An ex she hadn't seen in quite some time. He was ready to go inside with her, but she told him to wait outside.

She needed to do this alone, apparently. However, he was reluctant to let her out of his sight. She had a tendency to disappear.

While he waited outside, he turned to see you walking around the corner.

"I told you to wait," he scolded. Though you wouldn't say you felt overly threatened by him.

"We got bored."

"We?"

In that moment, Matthew flew down and landed by your feet. Dream was far from pleased. "I told you to wait for me."

"If we're soulmates or whatever, shouldn't I help?" You ask, looking at him just as unimpressed.

"No."

You scoff softly. "You're hard work, you know that?"

Dream says nothing as he stares at you, hands in his pockets. It's Matthew who breaks the awkward atmosphere between you both. He really doesn't know what's going on, and there was very little time to ask about it.

"You know you can't trust her, right? You should really go in there."

Dream shifts his eyes away from you. Matthew had a point.

"Wait here."

This time he was wanting you both. You cross your arms and watch him go inside. You stand there for a moment before slumping down onto the ground.

"That bad, huh?"

"I've known him less than a day, kind of. Well, I've known of him a while. It's complicated. Soulmates or whatever. I don't care about some stupid divine bond." You sigh.

"So, it's legit? The soulmate thing, I mean."

You lower your wrist to his level and show him the scar. "I got this the day I first set eys on him. Sometimes, it burns. Though it hasn't for a bit. It's what binds me to him, I think."

"Hm. So, why do I sense so much anger toward him?" Matthew caws.

"He's insufferable. We have this weird bond, and he has the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. He rescued me less than an hour ago, and now we're off on some strange quest to get... sand?"

"Well, yeah. Lucienne told me about that. He's getting his tools back," Matthew says.

"His tools?"

"His sand, his helmet, and his ruby."

"I'm so lost."

"How do I put this? Lord Morpheus is the dream lord. He is king and creator of the Dreaming, his realm. His tools include a pouch of sand, a helmet, and a ruby. Without them, he doesn't have much of anything."

You listen to Matthew speak. "I see."

"It's important he gets them back."

"I've gathered that much. I just... I don't see why I have to be part of any of this. Fine, I'm not going to grow old and die, but do I have to stay with him?"

"I don't think he's going to just let you go," Matthew caws.

"Why not? He doesn't need me."

Matthew goes quiet.

Constantine leaves the apartment and walks off, looking not so perky anymore. Not long after, Dream comes out and follows the direction she went in slowly.

You rise from the ground and watch them. He hadn't even glanced your way. Matthew goes on ahead to join the two. You keep your distance, watching them talk.

Constantine says something to Matthew, and then she looks up at you. She stares at you for a while and then turns and walks away under her umbrella.

Dream looks at the pouch in his hand and then looks up at you. "You're still here."

"You told me to wait."

"You could have run," he says flatly.

You glance at Matthew, who looks up at you. What he said earlier flashes before your mind. Dream probably wouldn't really let you go. "Yeah, well... whatever."

Dream stares at you in heavy silence. You hate it. You hate the way he looks at you. You hate the way he doesn't say anything. You can't say you're all too fond of him either.

"Stop looking at me."

Dream turns his eyes back to the pouch. "Come here."

You sighed and walked over to him, standing where Constantine had been standing just moments before.

"So, where are we going next?" You ask.

"Hell."

"Hell? Like metaphorical Hell or... Hell Hell?" Matthew caws.

Dream stares at you silently, and you swallow nervously. "Hey, I didn't agree to... that!"

"My helm is in Hell."

"I don't care. Hell? That's crazy." You yell at him quietly.

He just stares. He slowly raises his pouch and opens his other hands. He gives you time enough to walk away, but you don't. You know what he's doing. He pours the sand into his waiting palm, and it flows around the three of you in a blanket.

There really was no going back now.

☆☆☆

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no but like-

you made me feel alright about being short?? bestie that's a crime

but thank you <3

OH MY GOD BABES!!!!!! STOP I'M GONNA CRY-

no fr but more roddy x short!reader bc I said so. if there's one thing rodrick loves to do, it's to loom over you affectionately. he loves how cute you look when you look up at him or stretch up to get closer to him. he loves when you're both sitting down and you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest with zero effort. you really do fit together like puzzle pieces. you're the cutest goddamn height difference couple on earth. one of my favorite tropes has to be loser boyfriend gets boyfriend material scent on him from you, and now the girls that used to ignore him or make fun of him are trying to get with him and switch up almost comedically fast. following that, the amount of pick me girls who try to cozy up to your roddy and be like "omg I'm so short and small" expecting him to agree, but he just looks at them for a second, places his hand flat on the top of their head, and lines it up with him. "not really." their look of horror only increases when he goes "yeah it sucks, I really like short girls." rodrick calls you one day informing you he can't go on the date you had planned together because he got grounded. you ask why this time. rodrick mentally flashes back to greg asking why rodrick is dating you, and saying "they're basically my height." it doesn't matter if it's hyperbole or not, all the matters is that rodrick kicked his ass and concequently got grounded. "you know my mom, same old bullshit. it doesn't matter though, I'll just sneak out tonight. leave your window unlocked." god if you could kiss him through the phone you would.

[lodeddiperactivate]

I hate you more! Part 5

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Word count: 1,281

Warnings: smut smut smut SMUT

Summary: A few days have passed since your little encounter with your ex at a college party with Rodrick gallanty saving you despite his less than graceful attempts at crafting a good comeback at your ex. You finally decided to visit him and one thing led to another, and now he's teaching you how to play drums at the Heffley basement.

Tags: @tomhockstetter7-111 @bubbl14 @iliterallydontexistlol @avihtoria

The morning after that incident, embarrassment hits you right in the face so you try your best to avoid him to the best of your ability. He knew you were avoiding him, it was obvious, what with you turning around every single time he sees you approaching from a distance. He just didn't quite understood why you were avoiding him. Rodrick also wondered if he had done something wrong that night. Maybe she got the ick from how he confronted her ex, he thought. As much as he wanted to hang out with you, he respected that you probably needed space after that night. He had cleared his weekend in case you wanted to hang out but after spending the entire day last Saturday holed up in your room, he decided to push through with his usual band practice on Sundays.

You woke up that Sunday to the sound of Loded Diper practicing in the Heffley residence's garage. You thought you were getting the classic case of deja vu. You smiled at the memory of getting pissed at them that one Sunday morning and marching to the Heffley residence, and the rest is history. You decided to have a slow morning that day and do a few chores around the house. Compared to last time when the noise of their band practicing bothered you at your wits ends, this time, you often would catch yourself smiling at the thought of Rodrick playing the drums. You've always wanted to learn the drums but your parents stuck you with the piano when you were a kid. You liked it but eventually stopped.

After a few hours, you noticed the music had stopped playing. You've mentally convince yourself that it would be better to just stay away from Rodrick at least for a couple more days so as to avoid yourself from further embarrassment but just like that one Sunday, you found yourself giving three firm knocks on the Heffley residence's front door. You waited a couple of minutes before you hear footsteps. You knew it was him. 

"Hey," you said shyly. 

"Heyy!" He exclaimed, surprised but relieved. "How are you? I haven't seen you all week since.." he began.

"Yeah yeah, sorry! I have been preoccupied."

"Do you want to come in?"

"Umm yes, thanks."

"Do you want something to drink? Orange juice? Water? Soda?"

"Soda would be nice. Is Loded Diper done with practice?"

"Oh were we being too loud again? I'm sorry but yeah, we're done!"

"No no, you weren't being too loud. I just noticed that.." you stopped midway and looked at him. He smiled back. It felt comforting that you just want to run to him and give in to his embrace but you mentally slapped yourself for thinking that.

"Y/N?" You zoned out for a second.

"I've always wanted to learn the drums," you're not sure why you blurted this out and you can tell that Rodrick was surprised himself with that statement but you see a flicker of glint in his eyes. "Oh? I can teach you,” he surveyed your expression before continuing, “if you want?”

And that’s how you found yourself in the basement with Rodrick setting up his drums for you for your very first lesson.

“So, what you do is hold the sticks like these,” you did exactly how he did it, “and struck this and this”, you followed his instructions, “and your foot should be here,” as he guided your legs to where it should be. His touch on your bare skin, as you were wearing shorts that time, sent tingles to your very core.

“Am I doing this right?” You asked him as you started softly hitting the drums. He laughed and explained you needed to hit it harder. He started pointing where you should hit as you noticed him getting closer and closer, you could almost feel his breath at the back of your neck. You momentarily closed your eyes trying to take in how he smelled and you could not help but lean back to be closer to him. Rodrick thought you were gonna fall off the chair so he held you firmly with both his hands on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” his voice was breathy. “You good?”

“Yes, sorry, I was…” you looked up at him and he was looking down on you. Both your lips and his are inches away from one another. You close your eyes and after a few seconds, you feel his soft lips on yours. It was a slow and sweet kiss at first before it turned sloppier and needier with him moaning in between the kisses.

“Rodrick, are your parents…”

“No, they’re not here,” he practically growled as he swiftly picked you up so your legs are wrapped around his hips, his hands grabbing your ass cheeks as he moved both of you to the couch. With you straddling him and his hands freely roaming and exploring your body, you took this time to start grinding on him. You feel him grow hard beneath you.

“Fuck, Y/N!”

“Hmmm, you’re being very needy,” you teased him as you lifted your shirt over your head and throwing them to the side. Rodrick admired your breasts and hummed as he nuzzled and rested his face in between. He took his time unclapsing your bra and you can tell he was nervous. You gave him a soft smile and he smiled back with that boyish look in his face that you realized you adored so much.

With one swift move, you removed his shirt and he took this time to take out his dick. You were surprised by how big he is and you moaned and kissed him in response. “Look who’s being needy now,” Rodrick smirked as he slowly placed himself at your entrance. You were indeed being needy, you just wanted him to be inside you that moment so you slowly lowered yourself on him and in a couple of seconds, you feel so full.

“You’re soaked,” Rodrick breathed. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes, it is,” you said as he responded with a smirked.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he asked you as he started moving his hips to meet your movements.

“Please,” was all you could say.

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum,”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Rodrick!” you moaned in frustration.

“Actually, the magic word was “please” but I don’t mind hearing you moan my name like that everytime you come over,”

And with that, Rodrick dug his nails on your skin as he held you in place, his hands on your hips. You placed your hands on his chest for support as he started pounding you, his hips thrusting upwards meeting yours as you found yourself close to cumming. Rodrick was so big that it made you so full but with his sharp thrusts, you actually felt like you were losing your mind. All you could do was shout incoherent words and begging him to keep going. Rodrick moaned and growled your name as you feel him coming to a close as well.

“I’m cumming, Rodrick!”

“Fuck yes, baby!”

~

You ended up staying for dinner that night with the Heffleys and after which, Rodrick walked you home. Just before you turned to open the door to your house, Rodrick reached out to grab your hand and pulls you in for a sweet kiss on the lips.

“So, when should we schedule your next drum lessons?”

DOAWK masterlist

[lollibumblebee]

Light make out with Rodrick? just hangin out listenin to music drawin and talkin siting or laying on his lap. Few kisses here and there some short others a little longer? Nothing to extreme. Bonus if he cant stop smiling <3

a/n: for sureee<3, also since you didnt specify, i assume they/them

RODRICK x GN!READER

SMILEY KISSES:

words: 316 (sorry its a bit short)

You and Rodrick were stretched out on his bed, looking through magazines, some of Loded Dipers music blaring in the background, you shifted around in the older boy's lap, causing his hands to reposition around your hips.

Turning your head up to look at him, you press a kiss to his lips, a small laugh bubbling up as he breaks out into a smile.

You guys stay like that for quite a while until you move yourself, so you're directly straddling the raven haired boy, leaning down to press your lips to his, one hand snaking to tangle in his unkept hair.

Once you pull away, the smile on his face warms your heart. "You're always smiling when I kiss you" you giggle, nestling your head against the crook of his neck, littering small kisses along his collarbone.

"You make it pretty hard not to" He replies, tracing patterns into the small of your back.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

It's the first time the words have been exchanged between the both of you, but somehow the words flow so easily out of your mouth, the same mouth that connects your lips to his once again, suddenly overcome with love for your boyfriend.

He loved the way you would randomly kiss, him, the way your hands would plant themselves into his messy hair, he just loved you. The words had left his mouth without thought, he was glad you reciprocated, even more glad when your lips met once more.

As your lips left his, and your head resumed its place, tucked away against his neck, the music blasting in your ears calmed you.

Rodricks, breathing became more shallow and spaced out as he drifted off to sleep, your fingers delicately drawing random shapes and letters on your chest.

You exhale, you're sure you never wanted to leave this moment, never wanted to leave him.

I love this so much bro, sorry if its a bit short but thanks for requesting!

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 21 - Dub-Con

Kink: Dubious Consent

Pairing: GN!Reader x M!Ghost

Other Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Shower Sex

Warnings: Aforementioned Dubious Consent

Word Count: 1601 words

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Rodrick is starting to think you’re doing this on purpose

It is natural that, in the comfort of your own home, you’d be more relaxed. That

you’d feel comfortable wearing those sinfully short pajamas and nothing else, watching porn without headphones, or reading those smutty romance novels on your ipad, brightness all the way up. You think you’re alone in this big ole house, no neighbors for miles, and have the luxury of being naked and indulging in some pleasures.

At the start, Rodrick felt guilty. Like some kind of pervert, even though this was his house to begin with. He almost wished there was someone way to communicate with you without scaring you, let you know that your private space isn’t so private. Sure, he thoroughly enjoyed watching you, seeing your bare body so relaxed as you lounged nude on your bed. But it still felt icky.

But then you started flaunting yourself, practically throwing yourself at him. Your relaxed nudity felt more poised, more languid as you’d stretch out on the bed and rub your hands down your chest. You’d trace down your stomach and to your crotch, eyes darting around the room as if looking for someone else. You’d bend over in the kitchen and stay there, wiggling your hips with a smug smile on your face. By the gods, you looked downright pornographic, fucking yourself open on your sex toy, mouth open in a wide o as your moans echoed across the high ceilings.

Rodrick thinks that maybe you aren’t so innocent after all.

He decided long ago to stay outside of the bathroom, even as he peeped he felt residing in there was crossing a line that he couldn’t quite define. You may strut about the house in only a towel, devil may care, but he wasn't going to be the sorry sap actually watching this stranger shower.

Now, as you saunter into the shower, a sly smirk on your face and something big and wrapped in plastic in your hand, Rodrick thinks that maybe there are worse things to be.

Rodrick never got over the feeling of being alive. He still found hisnelves hiding around corners whenever you walked around, knowing you couldn’t see him. Now he stalks behind you slowly, as if you could hear his non-existent footsteps on the bathroom tile. Maybe you can, with the way you throw aside the towel like you’re starting a strip routine.

You bend seductively slow as you turn on the showerhead, rubbing the back of your neck as you rip open the plastic bag around the stuck-on dildo, the heating water starting to steam up the bathroom. Rodrick’s breath would’ve faltere if he still had it, noticing how confidently you stick the thick toy onto the bathroom wall.

Slut.

He thinks as he steps in even closer, watching you step in the shower let the water wash over you. It drips down the curve of your back, paints lines between your ass cheeks, as you grab the soap and begin to scrub away. It’s just as seductive as everything else you do, slow and indulgent.

Rodrick phases through the shower door, this large house coming with an appropriately large shower with plenty of space for you both. He’s close enough to touch you.

You turn your head and eye up the stuck-on dildo, biting your lip. One of your hands sneaks down to your crotch as the other pinches your nipple. You let out a breathy moan and spread your legs, just lining the dildo up as you continue to fondle yourself, fingers dipping past your entrance and scissoring you wide open.

Fucking whore.

Rodrick watches your back arch, watches your hands twist your sensitive nipples and tug. He’d seen you tease your nipples before but he never realized how rough you like it.

Your hand picks up its pace, wrists arching to get your fingers as deep inside as you as it can, but it’s just not enough. No, you crave being fucked properly, by something large and huge.

Rodrick palms his own bulge and dreams about the last time he touched someone. He had copped a feel of a hot real estate agent once, but was too ashamed by how hard it got him to try again. He could touch people, but they couldn’t touch him, so what was the point?

Seeing you bent over, just begging to be filled, Rodrick sees the appeal now.

You’re slow as you sink down onto the dildo, mouth open wide as you moan with abandon. Your now free hand moves up to twist your other nipple, the nerves heightened as you’re opened wider and wider on the thick base. You’re taking the thick girth easily.

Stretched out little fuck toy.

Rodrick bites his bottom lip, enough that ectoplasm drips down his jaw and onto his chest. The pain is one of the few things he can still feel, along with his cold palm now jerking himself off. More ectoplasm beads at his head, running down the base of his shaft. He’d wonder if your warm hole wrapped around his cock would make it feel better, make it all the more shocking.

You pause once you’re seated to the base, knees knocking together as you grind your hips down, letting the plastic head rub at your insides. You moan again, chest pushed out as you just let it feel.

So fucking desperate for it.

That’s all Rodrick needs.

Your eyes go wide as an invisible force grabs you by the hips and forces you off the dildo, robbing you of the fullness only to be slammed against the bathroom wall face first. Your cheek stings as something like a hand pushes on the back of your neck, icy-cold and sending goosebumps across your skin. Your gasp when something equally as cold notches at your hole, still sensitive from being stretched open.

The grip around your hips grows tight as Rodrick forces himself inside you, cock barely having to bully open your hole with one good thrust. The breath gets knocked out of you, barely having time to realize what's going on before something starts pounding at your insides.

“You feel better than I i-imagined.” Rodrick pants, ectoplasm sticking the back of your ass to his thighs as humps into you like a dog in rut. He knows you can’t hear him, but he can’t break the habit of talking aloud. “So fucking horny, you’re such a degenrate, you know that?”

All a bystander would hear is the slapping of skin, the water running, and your debaucherous moans as your fucked open by your ghost roomate. Even with your lips smushed against the wall, you can’t help but scream around the thick ghostly cock pistoning into you. Lightning shoots up from your lower back, core twisting as Rodrick easily finds the deepest part of you and abuses it.

“Seriously, so many people have lived here and none have masturbated as much as you. It’s fucking ridiculous how fucking slutty you are.”

All you can do is take it, eyes rolling back and clenching down on invisible dick. The hand pressing your head onto the tile scrambles down to your chest, grabbing at your nipple and yanking.

“Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, I knew you’d fucking like that, slut.” Rodrick leans his body against yours, watches your skin shiver from the contact of his cold chest encasing you. The warm water begins to steam on your skin, the temperature difference causing little bubbles of precipitation to form on your stomach. “You’d take whatever I gave you, huh? You’re that much of a fucking-” Rodrick digs his fingers in enough to bruise, yanking you back onto his cock, “-slut!”

“Fu-uck!” Your voice quivers, drool slipping past your lips and onto the tile. You brace your hands on the slick walls, now rolling your ass on Rodrick’’s hips. “Right there! Right there!”

“Take it! Take my cum, whore!”

Rodrick’s thankful he no longer has a reason to breath, sure that his alive self would be dying form the amount of force needed to fuck you this long and this hard. But this form is unstoppable, only the rubber band in his stomach putting a limit. It doesn’t help that your insides have begun to clamp down on him, your toes curling as you babble out moans.

“Shit! Cumming!”

“Oh my god!”

Rodrick forces himself all the way to the edge, feels his icy ectoplasm shooting deep inside you. Your eyes roll back as you whole body trembles, spasming around his cock as you orgasm as well. You go limp on his dick, your upper half resting on the cold tile of the walls when your arms give out, too numb and shaky.

The high of his climax is beginning to fade, but Rodrick finds no regret in his actions. Not with that dumb smile on your face, hearts practically beating in your pupils as you look around, trying to spot your invisible lover.

Rodrick pulls out his soft cock, just moving an inch or two away so you no longer feel his presence. Your head whips around, a pout on your cute lips as you reach out and try to grab him. Your hands phase right through, though you wouldn’t know it.

You spend a couple more minutes trying to find him before giving up, letting out a sigh and actually washing yourself off in the shower. It’s only when the shower is off, the towel wrapping around you when you notice the heart drawn in the fogged up mirror.

My name is Rodrick.

[slut4sugu]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇 — RODIRICK HEFFLEY X FEM!BLACK READER

✰ including: intimidating but sweet reader, simp ass rodrick, mutual pining, rodrick suddenly not being as much as a usual ass to Greg (because you’re around lol) shy reader, golden retriever Rodrick fr, ✰ Summary: What it’s like crushing/ being crushed on by rodrick heffley ✰ authors note: Bro I js started thinking about how big of a crush I had on rodrick heffley sooo ima do sum random hcs for him <3

def stares at you for a good 3 minutes the first time he saw you. Your whole dark streetwear/cyberpunk/y2k aesthetic was really doing it for him

though trust and believe he was gonna act like he didn’t know his left from his right when he was talking to you, your sweet smile didn’t help much either since it made his heart race like 80mph

once he notices how friendly and sweet you are he loosens up a bit

Introduces you to what music he listens to, and almost falls for you when he sees how much you like it.

Def would be into: girls with doe eyes/ droopy eyes, girls who smell like candy, girls who wear silver rings, sleepy heads, short girls, ‘mommy’ type girls, girls who wear band tees/ graphic tees/baggy clothes

When you first came over to his house to work on a project together his parents and brother were surprised to see he brought such a pretty girl home, though at first they all thought you were apart of his band.

Rodrick saw the hearts starting to form in Greg’s eyes when he saw your smile but he shut his brother down real quick. Flipping him off when your back was turned

He hardly got any work done because all he could focus on was your pretty voice and your probably soft hands, you noticed his gaze on you but didn’t say anything as you smiled to yourself before asking if he understood anything/ if he needed help.

You let out a fit of giggles before saying, “Rodrick you don’t have to act or anything around me yknow, just be yourself.”

You thought it was almost cute how hard he tried to be cool when you asked about things he liked/ did in his spare time/etc.

One time Rodrick had left you in his room to go deal with greg ‘messing with his stuff.’ leaving his phone behind, which had lit up with a text from one of his band members “still talking to that angel you were blabbering about earlier?’ (You never mentioned this to him and pretended you didn’t see the text, though it was hard to not smile so wide and tackle Rodrick into a bear hug when he came back.)

Definitely makes notes of things you like, don’t like, what makes you annoyed, things like that.

Always tries to be the first person to compliment you hair & like your story on insta

The way rodrick’s personally switches up when he sees you is almost cartoonish, he’ll be cursing his brother out one minute before following you around like a lost puppy and asking if you need anything the next.

Damn near blushes every time you initiate any type of physical contact with him and you think it’s the cutest thing, sometimes you tease him by getting close or resting your head on his shoulder when you feel even the little bit tired. (Though you know good n well that your heart is racing too.)

Accidentally tells you that he likes you from a butt dial ( rodrick froze when he heard your sweet voice say that you felt the same.)

Back to masterlist

[embodyingchaos]

Hello beautiful person, how are you? , I saw that you had open requests for rodrick heffley, And I wanted to know if you could make a request where y/n (a pink girl) and rodrick are playing in his bed and at one point rodrick goes overboard and accidentally hits her and makes her l Cry, please 💗💗

❥ hello to you too, darling! i'm doing fine, and i hope you're doing good as well! i didn't know what was a pink girl, but mother google helped me so i hope i got reader's personality just right, i hope you like it! this is my first ever request so i'm very nervous T-T (also, sorry if it's too short!)

band-aid pairing: rodrick heffley x fem!reader genre: fluff, light angst(it really isn't angst lmao) warnings: pillow fights(gasp), rodrick accidentally elbows reader in the face muahahhaah word count: 466

headphones covering his ears and eyes closed, rodrick was at peace. however, his girlfriend was not. as she rolled into him, she grumbled. "roddyyy!" she whined, shaking his arm. "i'm bored." y/n pouted, laying on her back beside him. "what do you want me to do about it, bunny?" he asked without opening his eyes, halfway drifting off to dreamland. y/n glared at him and sat up, crossing her arms. suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

she cautiously grabbed the pillow next to his, holding it up high before wreaking absolute havoc on her ever-so clueless boyfriend. she slammed his face with the pillow, making rodrick's eyes shoot open and his headphones fall off. "you little brat!" he exclaimed, quickly grabbing the pillow he was just laying his head on and hitting her with it.

y/n squealed as they started to pillow-fight like a couple of children, chasing each other around his bedroom that was definitely not big enough to be running around in. rodrick tackled her onto the bed when she wasn't paying attention, and started tickling her. "okay! wait! i'm sorry-" y/n was cut off by her own fits of laughter, trying to get her boyfriend to stop tickling her until she felt like peeing her pants. "please stop!" she exclaimed, pushing his hands away. rodrick smiled at her and finally halted his movements, "okay, okay, bunny. i'll stop." he told her, laying beside her. "just kidding!" he shouted, springing up from his bed and grabbing her by the waist. y/n yelped as rodrick threw her over his shoulder, accidentally elbowing her face in the process.

being ever-so sensitive to the slightest of injuries, the girl could feel tears well up in her eyes before they fell down rodrick's back. when tiny sniffles were heard, the emo drummer placed her down on the bed.

"hey, hey, hey. why're you crying, sweetheart?" rodrick whispered, kneeling in front of her and gently grabbing the sides of her face, now stained with tears. he wiped them away with his thumbs, "i-it's nothing. you just elbowed my face on accident.” she muttered, rubbing the right side of her jaw. rodrick’s gaze softened, “i’m sorry, bunny.” he apologised before a lightbulb in his head lit up.

he walked on his knees towards his bedside table, rummaging through the mess inside only to pull out a band-aid. he made his way back to y/n and sat beside her on the bed, “this should make it feel all better.” he muttered, focused on taking the plastic off the band-aid and placing it on the right side of her jaw. he gave the area a small peck and y/n beamed at his actions, “yeah, all better.” she whispered, booping his nose with her own.