https://www.tumblr.com/rodrickrulezz/817512081100308480/imagine-rodrick-s-biceps-hes-got-to-have-some hiii i think the “such” in the last sentence was supposed to be a “should”? just letting you know 😚
omg it is.. sighs.. thankyou for letting me know!!!! (*T^T)
hii i requested something in may and i had REALLY bad wifi connection lmfaoo 💔 soo it said it didn't send 😍
but i was wondering if i could request rodrick and his family is at a restaurant and he thinks the waitress is hot and goons when he get home 🥹✌️ please and thank you!! ❤️🩹
walking in, admist all the families with their fussing children, couples sharing their desserts and groups of friends gathered. rodrick took it all in with a sigh. he didn't want to go. but, after susan's tyrant on how 'we don't spend enough time with each other' and that time together should be treasured. or whatever. plus, susan promised he could get anything which sweetened the deal.
with his feet dragging, he trailed after frank who chose the table. rodrick plonked down on the chair, his arms draped across the table already flicking through the menu.
after a few minutes of, 'oh greg you wouldn't like that' and 'manny! stop trying to lick the salt shaker!' everyone finally knew their orders.
a sweet voice pierced the chaos with a 'are you guys ready to order?' rodrick's head whipped to the source. his jaw practically dropped to the floor as his eyes raked over her soft features; the way her lashes sweep under her eyes, her plump lips and her cute smile.
immediately enamoured.
suddenly her gaze met his as she tilted her head, 'and for you?' now rodrick was painfully aware of how glued his gaze was. his eyes dart down to her waist. shit. no, her skirt. no. uhm. onto the floor! he clears his throat, "uh a cheeseburger with fries..please."
she nods, "uh huh," her eyes focused on the writing pad she held close to her chest as she scribbled his order. "great choice." thank god she assured that the order was coming up to then turn on her heel swiftly to make her way down to the kitchen or else she would've seen the dark tint of pink settle on rodrick's cheek. the colour bloomed underneath his skin from the way she praised him, her honeyed voice coated in sweetness.
rodrick tried to ignore the way his heart was slamming against his ribcage as if it was trying to beat of his chest to tell the waitress itself how beautiful she was. oh god was she beautiful. her-
"rodrick?"
a voice snaps rodrick out of his daydream.
"huh?" rodrick's head jerked upward making eye contact with susan's concerned expression.
before he could mutter a response, susan reached over. the back of her palm make contact of his cheek. cold in comparison of his warm cheek. "oh rodrick, you're burning up honey." she turns her palm to do the same to the other cheek. "do you feel feverish?"
rodrick pulled his head back, his hands raise to shoo her away. "it's warm in here. i'm fine." he mutters in faux nonchalance to cover the scent of embarrassment.
~
it was late at night. the sun was tucked underneath the dark blanket of the night sky. whereas the moon basked in the darkness, illuminating in the star littered sky.
rodrick wasn't thinking about the moon or the sun. he was thinking of someone.
within his sheets, his hand reaches down to his pajama bottoms. his eyes flutter shut as he tries to feel his hand as not his own but hers. imagining that he wasn't alone in his bed touching himself but she was. leaning over him, her knees sinking into his mattress while he elbows bracketed his hips. her nimble fingers trail down to his boxers tugging them down just enough to free his painfully throbbing cock.
pre-cum dribbled down the head onto his hand. squeezing his eyes shut tighter, he imagined that her wet tongue licked a stripe up his cock, the pre cum coating her tongue. humming at the taste.
her soft mouth enveloped his member, the head nudged at the back of her mouth. he groans at the feeling. bobbing up and down he felt her mouth working its way up and down his cock. sending jolts that set his nerves alight.
with each movement, he felt a knot tighten in his lower belly tighten. under his breath he moans, "so pretty." he throws his head back, sinking deep into his pillow. his heels dug into the mattress. "so fucking pretty."
closer and closer. rodrick could practically taste it. "oh im close." he moans, "so close. gonna cum all over your beautiful face, yeah?"
he squirms underneath his own touch, teetering close to his long awaited climax. until, a white hot feeling washed over him. a feeling of bliss. he stuttered out a groan as he felt his cum paint his stomach and fingers. his eyes shoot open. her face fades into the dark of his room. leaving him alone again.
ditzy!reader getting in the smallest lil fender bender & hysterically crying while you call the cops (praying they don’t send sammy). coincidentally, they do. sammy's face drops when he sees you "baby? what happened mama, what's goin on?" as he opens your door, helping you fan your face. your makeup is smudged and you hold up your hand to sammy with a sad "look!" :(
now if most men saw that your nail was broken after losing a bumper on the car they bought you, they'd have a less than caring reaction. but not sammy, he's all pouts and kisses. bringing your hand up to his eyes and inspecting the rigid crack in the sunlight, "oh, sweetheart i'm sorry." it's genuine too, which is what makes ben & cooper howl with laughter behind him. sammy doesn't even notice, too caught up in cooing at you "did'ya hurt anything else? yeah, no, i know, nail's the biggest priority ,my poor baby."
you cling to his chest as you bawl, and sammy knows you need him just as much as he needs to do his job. "okay baby hang on, lemme get a look at the car," but you won't dare let go of his arm; too shaken up and overstimulated. "okay, okay, 's alright, gimme your hand and walk with me" while he walks around the car checking for any other issues. after assessing for any other issues, sammy sits you back in the drivers seat and checks your head and face for any injuries. sammy with his big, strong hand brushing against your forehead and resting his fingers against the sides of your neck to turn your head gently, "i know, i know, i'm sorry honey, just gotta look you over real quick"
after plenty of kisses and comfort, sammy stands and gestures to ben, "wouldya take my girl home, please?" and ben knows better than to question sammy when he sees this look across his face. after you get in the car, you watch as sammy approaches the man you got in the accident with. "You always drive like shit? Huh?" he looks so big, so handsome, so protective... so husband. <3
Hi!!! I love you fics! I have a request for a Jess Mariano X reader where reader asks Jess to do something for her (maybe fix her car or something handy) and he keeps procrastinating and making excuses until reader asks another guy to do it instead and he gets all pouty and jealous (I understand if it’s not up for it, I’m just lowkey craving jealous jess rn 😭😭😭)
after a whole day of running errands, while the tires of your car glides across the road a sudden grinding sound pierces the peaceful atmosphere. you blink, thinking for a moment that whatever that was, was a piece of plastic or some poor kids' toy that rolled onto the highway. before you could breathe a sigh of relief you again heard the unmistakable sound.
closing the door behind you with the pad of your foot, you walk into jess' room. a pout jutting out your bottom lip. jess looks up, eyes raking over your sour expression.
"what's the matter with you, hm?" he sits up, raising an arm. silently inviting you closer.
with your head hung low, you pad over, melting into his side. "my car making a weird noise." you drop your head onto his shoulder, "sounds expensive."
he laughs, his palm finding the strands of your hair. "yeah?" he tilts his head to look at your pitiful face. "i can fix it." he says, nonchalance coating his tone.
you perk up, your spine straightening like a meerkat. "you can?"
he nods, a grin curling his lips, "yeah 'course i can." he furrows his brows as he adds, "you think i drive junk on wheels and think i know nothing about repair?"
you smile sweetly at him, planting a kiss on his cheek, "thankyou jess."
that was a week ago.
every day since then consisted of you walking into luke's. perched on a chair watching jess buzz around the diner.
jess presses a kiss to your temple as he breezes past your table. your eyes follow him as he strides behind the counter, filling up the coffee machine.
"jess," you start firmly.
he sighs knowingly.
"need you to fix my car," your head lols into your palm, "or i could just call someone."
he moves his head immediately to meet yours, a slight pout on his lips. "i'll get to it honey." he takes the cup from underneath the group head. the cup full of warmth emits fresh steam.
"tired of you picking me up from school." your lip juts out in a pout too, thinking about the times that jess carries on his days leaving you to sit on the school steps awaiting his return. "makes me feel like im a child abandoned by her dad."
jess' eyes practically rolls to the back of his head. he swiftly moves from behind the counter. holding a tray of the coffee accompanied with a sandwich. "you're so dramatic." he walks past, to a table, he sets the tray on the table. grabbing the items, settling them on the white varnished tops. "i left you one time because it was habit! didn't mean to leave you in the rain."
you frown, reminiscing on that day and how soaked your bag was.
~
your legs swing out of the passenger side cementing you onto the pavement. jess' arm extends over the centre console reaching into floodboard grabbing onto your bag.
"thanks jess." you lean into the car, meeting him half way, taking the bag.
"'course." he leans in too, planting a kiss on your lips. swiftly he leans back, "see you later, baby."
closing the door, you watch jess drive off.
turning on your heel, you stroll down the street. all of a sudden, a sight caught your eye. a tall man hunched over, the hood covering his face. you slowly plod to the man.
"hello?"
the sound of your voice causes the man to straighten. his face melts into a warm smile at the sight of you. "hi." he says amicably.
"i don't mean to be creepy but i noticed you fixing your car."
you blink, gauging on whether or not he feels like taking off running.
nevertheless, his smile doesn't waver. he nods, "i am, yes."
your cheeks warm slightly as you realise how socially inept you sound but you carry on with, "do you think you could fix my car?"
you watch a flick of hesitancy contort his face. you cut in before you sound too demanding. "i'll pay you! well.. duh. but i'll pay you for your time and if you want i could make you tea or lunch."
he purses his lips while his eyes drift around. pondering. he finally says, "sure, why not."
"thankyou!" you exclaim a little too loudly. all of the days of being chauffeured around stops now! thankfully. you sigh a sigh of relief before beaming again, "thankyou!"
patting your jeans you fish out an old reciept, scribbling out your details. you hand it to the man with a smile.
~
an hour or two has passed, with the problem now finally fixed. your noises of victory still hung in the air. but now, it was just you and him. sitting on your porch, munching at the lunch you promised. it wasn't the best but you tried. the plates were adorned with sourdough sandwiches filled with leftover salad and chicken breast with a side of crisps. even though you reluctantly passed the man a plate you became confident in the snack hearing his hums of enjoyment between chewing.
you made steady conversation. stereotypical, "are you from here?" with "do you go to school?" after yet another awkward silence settles between you, you look around to think of another question just to lock eyes with jess.
you immediately jump up, setting your plate on where you once sat a moment ago. you walk down the drive way to meet him.
"my car is fixed!" you gushed.
jess' jaw tightens, his eyebrow perking up in disbelief.
"that's the reason why you're wine and dining with that guy over there?" he murmurs possessively.
you scoff at his audacity, "i'm not! i walked up to this poor guy and asked him if he'd lend me a hand and he did!" you watch your words do nothing to ease the sour feeling blooming behind his ribs.
jess' eyes don't leave the guy innocently picking at the crisps on his plate.
"so you just let a random guy touch your car? when your boyfriend could've done it?"
your eyebrow furrow at his words, "don't even jess. i asked you everyday for a week and all you said in return was," you bend your fingers to form quotes, "'working late' or 'i'll just do it tomorrow'"
jess nods his head bashfully, he halts trying to defend himself but instead he stops and murmurs. "yeah.. but i was going to do it eventually."
you shrug your shoulders, "dunno why you're so mad it's just one less task for you to do now."
jess sighs deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist. "i guess so." he tilts his head, his face close to yours. "next time i'll do it though, kay?"
he hums at your nod, stroking a loose strand behind your hair. before forcibly stating, "all right. tell him to kick rocks. never want to see him again."
Hi!!! I love you fics! I have a request for a Jess Mariano X reader where reader asks Jess to do something for her (maybe fix her car or something handy) and he keeps procrastinating and making excuses until reader asks another guy to do it instead and he gets all pouty and jealous (I understand if it’s not up for it, I’m just lowkey craving jealous jess rn 😭😭😭)
after a whole day of running errands, while the tires of your car glides across the road a sudden grinding sound pierces the peaceful atmosphere. you blink, thinking for a moment that whatever that was, was a piece of plastic or some poor kids' toy that rolled onto the highway. before you could breathe a sigh of relief you again heard the unmistakable sound.
closing the door behind you with the pad of your foot, you walk into jess' room. a pout jutting out your bottom lip. jess looks up, eyes raking over your sour expression.
"what's the matter with you, hm?" he sits up, raising an arm. silently inviting you closer.
with your head hung low, you pad over, melting into his side. "my car making a weird noise." you drop your head onto his shoulder, "sounds expensive."
he laughs, his palm finding the strands of your hair. "yeah?" he tilts his head to look at your pitiful face. "i can fix it." he says, nonchalance coating his tone.
you perk up, your spine straightening like a meerkat. "you can?"
he nods, a grin curling his lips, "yeah 'course i can." he furrows his brows as he adds, "you think i drive junk on wheels and think i know nothing about repair?"
you smile sweetly at him, planting a kiss on his cheek, "thankyou jess."
that was a week ago.
every day since then consisted of you walking into luke's. perched on a chair watching jess buzz around the diner.
jess presses a kiss to your temple as he breezes past your table. your eyes follow him as he strides behind the counter, filling up the coffee machine.
"jess," you start firmly.
he sighs knowingly.
"need you to fix my car," your head lols into your palm, "or i could just call someone."
he moves his head immediately to meet yours, a slight pout on his lips. "i'll get to it honey." he takes the cup from underneath the group head. the cup full of warmth emits fresh steam.
"tired of you picking me up from school." your lip juts out in a pout too, thinking about the times that jess carries on his days leaving you to sit on the school steps awaiting his return. "makes me feel like im a child abandoned by her dad."
jess' eyes practically rolls to the back of his head. he swiftly moves from behind the counter. holding a tray of the coffee accompanied with a sandwich. "you're so dramatic." he walks past, to a table, he sets the tray on the table. grabbing the items, settling them on the white varnished tops. "i left you one time because it was habit! didn't mean to leave you in the rain."
you frown, reminiscing on that day and how soaked your bag was.
~
your legs swing out of the passenger side cementing you onto the pavement. jess' arm extends over the centre console reaching into floodboard grabbing onto your bag.
"thanks jess." you lean into the car, meeting him half way, taking the bag.
"'course." he leans in too, planting a kiss on your lips. swiftly he leans back, "see you later, baby."
closing the door, you watch jess drive off.
turning on your heel, you stroll down the street. all of a sudden, a sight caught your eye. a tall man hunched over, the hood covering his face. you slowly plod to the man.
"hello?"
the sound of your voice causes the man to straighten. his face melts into a warm smile at the sight of you. "hi." he says amicably.
"i don't mean to be creepy but i noticed you fixing your car."
you blink, gauging on whether or not he feels like taking off running.
nevertheless, his smile doesn't waver. he nods, "i am, yes."
your cheeks warm slightly as you realise how socially inept you sound but you carry on with, "do you think you could fix my car?"
you watch a flick of hesitancy contort his face. you cut in before you sound too demanding. "i'll pay you! well.. duh. but i'll pay you for your time and if you want i could make you tea or lunch."
he purses his lips while his eyes drift around. pondering. he finally says, "sure, why not."
"thankyou!" you exclaim a little too loudly. all of the days of being chauffeured around stops now! thankfully. you sigh a sigh of relief before beaming again, "thankyou!"
patting your jeans you fish out an old reciept, scribbling out your details. you hand it to the man with a smile.
~
an hour or two has passed, with the problem now finally fixed. your noises of victory still hung in the air. but now, it was just you and him. sitting on your porch, munching at the lunch you promised. it wasn't the best but you tried. the plates were adorned with sourdough sandwiches filled with leftover salad and chicken breast with a side of crisps. even though you reluctantly passed the man a plate you became confident in the snack hearing his hums of enjoyment between chewing.
you made steady conversation. stereotypical, "are you from here?" with "do you go to school?" after yet another awkward silence settles between you, you look around to think of another question just to lock eyes with jess.
you immediately jump up, setting your plate on where you once sat a moment ago. you walk down the drive way to meet him.
"my car is fixed!" you gushed.
jess' jaw tightens, his eyebrow perking up in disbelief.
"that's the reason why you're wine and dining with that guy over there?" he murmurs possessively.
you scoff at his audacity, "i'm not! i walked up to this poor guy and asked him if he'd lend me a hand and he did!" you watch your words do nothing to ease the sour feeling blooming behind his ribs.
jess' eyes don't leave the guy innocently picking at the crisps on his plate.
"so you just let a random guy touch your car? when your boyfriend could've done it?"
your eyebrow furrow at his words, "don't even jess. i asked you everyday for a week and all you said in return was," you bend your fingers to form quotes, "'working late' or 'i'll just do it tomorrow'"
jess nods his head bashfully, he halts trying to defend himself but instead he stops and murmurs. "yeah.. but i was going to do it eventually."
you shrug your shoulders, "dunno why you're so mad it's just one less task for you to do now."
jess sighs deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist. "i guess so." he tilts his head, his face close to yours. "next time i'll do it though, kay?"
he hums at your nod, stroking a loose strand behind your hair. before forcibly stating, "all right. tell him to kick rocks. never want to see him again."
Kinda random but could i request Rodrick discovering his partner loves restricted spaces? Like randomly they crawl inside a crevice of his or their house and they js hang there because the pressure feels nice and they feel safe in there.
padding up the stairs, rodrick's clad socked feet trail up your wooden stairs. he presses the door open with the back of his hand, the groan of the hinges disrupted the stillness.
he steps into the room, his feet settles on the soft carpet of your room. he looks around to your empty desk, empty bed, empty room. he tilts his head, "hello?"
his voice causes your head to perk up. in the corner of his eye he sees the top of your head between the space of your bookshelf and bed. perfectly settled into the vacant between the two objects.
"hi."
"hi pretty. didn't see you there." his lips curl into a sweet smile. he climbs over your bed, he throws his long legs over the mattress. "fancied a change of scenery, huh?"
you nod, "'s nice down here rod." you shift over slightly, patting the space beside you in invitation.
he chuckles as he bends down onto his knees. he manages to squeeze into the crevice with you. his body pressed into yours. his knees touching your thighs.
"you're right. nice down here." a warm feeling settles into his bones as he looks at you. his eyes rake over your calm expression. your body subtly leans into him. he raises his arm and drapes it over your frame.
silently, you hum and allow your head to fall comfortably onto his shoulder. rodrick follows, his head tilting to rest ontop of yours.
summary ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ a bee stings you, and sam turns impossibly gentle about it.
pairing ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ sam winchester x reader ( gn )
wordcount ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 551 genre ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ extra fluff
warnings ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ bee sting, mild pain, soft caretaking, tiny bit of teasing
notes ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ִ❀໋ consider supporting my work .ᐟ
you don’t mean to be dramatic. because when the bee stings you, right on the side of your finger while you’re reaching for a stupid motel vending machine soda, you gasp like you’ve been shot and immediately drop the can.
it hits the pavement with a sad little clunk.
sam turns so fast his hair almost smacks him in the face. “what happened?”
you hold your hand up, betrayed. “i’ve been attacked.”
his face shifts from alarm to confusion to something dangerously close to amusement. “attacked?”
“don’t laugh.”
“i’m not laughing.”
“your mouth is thinking about it.”
he presses his lips together, which is basically a confession.
you glare at him, but your finger is starting to throb, hot and sharp and annoying, and the offended little burn of it makes your eyes prickle more than you want to admit. not crying. absolutely not. just… your body being sensitive.
sam notices, and his teasing fades immediately. “hey,” he says, softer. “let me see.”
you hesitate for half a second, embarrassed by how badly you want the comfort. then you give him your hand.
he takes it carefully, like you’re something breakable and not someone who just declared war on an insect. his thumb rests under your palm, warm and steady, while he bends closer to check the sting.
“it left the stinger,” he murmurs.
“asshole.”
“a little.”
“sam.”
“sorry.” his mouth twitches again, but his hands stay gentle. “come on. i’ve got tweezers in the car.”
“you have bee tweezers?”
“i have regular tweezers.”
“for bee emergencies.”
“apparently.”
he guides you back to the impala, one hand hovering at your elbow though you’re perfectly capable of walking. it should feel ridiculous. it doesn’t. it feels sweet in a way that sneaks under your ribs and sits there.
sam sits you on the passenger seat with the door open, then crouches in front of you, knees nearly touching yours. “hold still,” he says.
“i am still.”
“you’re flinching.”
“it’s an emotionally scarring experience, sam.”
he looks up at you then, and the fondness on his face is so bare you almost forget your finger hurts. almost.
the stinger comes out quick. you hiss anyway, and sam instantly rubs his thumb over the uninjured part of your hand, slow and soothing. “sorry,” he says.
“i’m being pathetic.”
“no, you’re not.”
“i screamed over a bee.”
“you were startled.”
“i want compensation. weren’t you almost a lawyer? do something.”
“that’s fair.”
you laugh before you can stop it, and sam smiles, small and pleased, like he fixed more than the sting.
he cleans the spot with an alcohol wipe, then wraps your finger with a tiny bandage from the first-aid kit. it looks absurd. one little beige strip around the evidence of your near-death experience.
“there,” he says. “better?”
you look at your hand still resting in his. then at him. “maybe.”
his thumb hasn’t stopped moving. “want me to get you another soda?” he asks.
you lean back against the seat, trying very hard not to smile too much. “only if you protect me.”
sam’s eyes warm, soft and shy around the edges. “always,” he says, too seriously for a joke.
and your finger still aches, but now his hand is around yours, and you’re a little embarrassed by how much that helps.
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Rodrick gf crying during sex (in an overwhelmed with love way) which makes him cry too? 💕
tangled in the sheets, both of your bodies intertwined in other. planting sweet kisses down the column to your neck down to your navel. slow steps down like a path to the place he treasured the most. your core.
your sweet folds like mountains, your clit, round like the sun. he found it all so beautiful. his eyes trailed up your body to your eyes. "can i?" he asked, his mouth already watering in anticipation. you nod, your fingers interlocking with his strands. "please" you plead.
his head dips, adorning your thighs with pink and purple tender patches. his teeth caress your skin. you whine, shifting your hips closer to his face. a laugh crawls up his throat, "needy girl." he chuckles, "I'll take the hint." he grabs your plush thighs and drapes them onto his shoulders.
his tongue delves in between your folds, dancing on top of your nerves, lighting them up. the curve of his tongue plunges into your sweet spot. your moans coat the air, getting breathier by the moment.
the familar warmth seeps up your back until it blooms deep in your stomach. "rodrick.."you call out, your head dips, watching his tongue move along your walls. "gonna cum.. rodrick..cum.." you mewl, feeling your orgasm bloom.
your release squirts into his mouth, coating his tongue. he groans drinking it all up. your noises spur him on to keep licking, to pro long the wave of pleasure.
until your pushing his head away he sits up, he cages you in with his firm arms. "hi sexy lady." he smiles looking at your blissed face. beads of sweat coating your face. you smile back, a pink flush blooming on your cheeks. "hi."
"you all prepped for me?" he swipes away a damp strand away from your face, you nod. he grabs onto the flesh of your thighs and hooks them his hips. his tip nudges your folds.
"you promise?" you nod again, "promise." you feel his cock pierce through into your walls. his member snug into your hole. he paused, his eyes drifting across your face. "can i move, pretty?" after a moment, you nod, "move..please."
his hips gently slap against your thighs. his thrusts starting off slow eventually get more punishing as he sees your face scrunch. seeing your eyes practically roll back spurs him on. his shoulders tense from holding up his body weight, his drops down, pressing kisses down your chest.
he rambles in between kisses, "so fucking beautiful, look at you." he gropes your hips, pulling you closer, "all spread out for me, taking me so well." you cry out, the praise coating your skin.
"yeah? you like being my sweet girl? so good for me, taking my cock."
watching his face contort, watching you with such love. you wish you could bottle this feeling and wear it. you don't realise you're crying until a salty tear dropped onto your cheek.
rodrick immediately stopped. his face pinching in concern. "are you crying? are you hurt?" he scans your body for any injury. "did i hurt you?"
you quickly shake your head, "no! rodrick.. you didn't. i'm sorry." you murmur, your voice hoarse with tears. "then.. what is it honey?" he swipes a tear away with the pad of his thumb.
"i just love you so much." you sob, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. "oh baby," he smoothly breathed, "i love you." he punctuates it with a kiss pressed to your lips.
he sniffles, getting choked up by your flowing tears. "you dont know how much i love you, baby. can't even comprehend it." he gives you a watery laugh.
Imagine Rodrick 's biceps 🤤🤤 he's got to have some muscle built up from playing drums
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down in the basement is where you and rodrick spend most of your nights. sometimes he steals his susan's projector to 'corrupt' it with slasher and zombie movies. but most of the time he's smashing hi-toms to medium toms with his battered drum sticks.
you sit across the room on the couch, watching his toned arms peak out of his shirt. rodrick was never the one to exercise. he'd rather listen to his cds or eat mountains of hot dogs instead. but ever since he got loded diper together he's been doing his own kind of exercise. and god, is it working.
the sound of booming bass simmers into silence. rodrick looks at you expectantly, eager to hear your praise. "do you like that version better?"
you hum, his words going in your ear and pouring out the other, seeping down your neck. your eyes glued to his arms made your legs move under you. you pad over to him, "yeah, 's good." you murmur.
he tilts his head, "just good?" he notices how your eyes have practically glazed over. "is anyone in there?" he grins as he follows your gaze. you paw at him, your palms squeeze the firm ridges of his forearms. "arms are pretty."
"yeah? wanna see how pretty they can get?" he purrs as he pulls you into his lap.
~
you're draped over his lap, his legs keeping your legs spread. his thick arms wrap around your hips, his palm slips into your jeans. the pad of his finger feel your clothed bundle of nerves.
he murmurs close to your ear, "so beautiful. getting all worked up from my arms, hm?" you nod, grabbing at the muscle. "love your arms." he hums, "but you love my fingers more, don't you pretty?" his hand slips down under your panties, his pointer and middle finger swipe through your damp folds. the corner of his lips curl as he watches you gasp. "i knew it."
he's curling his digits, caressing your gummy walls. crying out, your head dips as moans spill from out your lips. his knuckles deep inside nudges your walls making you feel how truly deep he is.
leaning back in his stool, your back is pressed up against his chest, he spreads your legs wider, his fingers caress your sweet spot. a scream gets caught in your throat. you tense, feeling a knot tying in your lower stomach.
"you gonna cum? hm? all over my fingers?" he kisses down your throat, "or are you gonna cum all over my drums?" he grins at the look of your face: eyes and eyebrows scrunched up in ecstasy. "depends how good it feels. huh?"
in the matter of seconds, the knot tightens and blooms into release. the warmth settled in your bones. spurts of cum decorated rodrick's arms, dribbling down onto his jeans forming wet patches. you whimper, chasing the high.
"such a pretty girl." rodrick comments as he pulls out his coated fingers. he places them in his mouth sucking off the goodness. "you should watch me play more often."
Hi! I have a request for a Jess Mariano x reader where reader has a (mostly) flat stomach, curvy hips, is relatively busty, and is overall pretty, but hides it almost all the time bc her extended family always slut shamed her for wearing clothes that revealed any skin at all, and he helps her get over that bc she's making herself sick during the summer with how much she's wearing? Totally get it if it's not your thing, but your writings help me a lot
it was sunny. well, sunny was an understatement. the sun seeped through the blinds, its golden rays raising the heat until beads of sweat rolled down your arms. it was summer after all. that came with the package.
this morning was like every other morning. the sun rose eagerly, chasing away the clouds to bestow its glow in its wake. before the warmth seeped and settled into your bones, the pads of your feet are relieved by the cool floorboards. stretching your limbs as you stride across the room, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. pajama shorts hung low on your hips with a sleep tank. you wish you could dress like the comments didn't affect you but everyday they hung over you all day. their words rung through your skull like nails on a chalkboard. grating. piercing.
to dull the voices you slip a warm hoodie over yourself to then step into your sweatpants.
a few hours later, the sun settled into its place. beaming onto anything in its path making it glow. jess stomps down the stairs, his strands as disgruntled as he was. he sees you buzzing around the kitchen arranging a snack plate; bagels, piles of fruit with cheese. he walks towards you, gravitating towards your hips. his long arms wrap around you. "hi." he hums. resting his head on your shoulder. watching your hands move.
"hi." you smiled.
jess' eyes raked over your features. the sun casting a delicious glow over the curve of your cheek down to the tips of your eyelashes. you were radiant. his palms disappear up your hoodie feeling the skin of your stomach. the smile on his face morphed into a frown.
"sweetheart, you're soaked." he tugs at the end of your hoodie. you hands bat away his harsher than you meant to. it was automatic. it was defensive.
you clear your throat to soften the tension, "i'm fine. i don't feel that warm." you quickly hand him his own plate as a way to silence him and your thoughts. "i'll take it off later." you curl your lips to smile but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. jess lingers on your face, your body language but takes the hint. "sir yes sir." he quips before sitting down on the couch.
you sit on the couch, folding your legs under you. you felt small. deep cuts re-opened with the fear of being exposed. the hum of your father's 'jokes' or the scrunch of your mother's eyebrow deepened as she looked you up and down. it was still there.
your thoughts swarmed your brain so violently it made your body surrender. suddenly you felt faint. the colour from your face drained with your raising temperature. your breath quickened.
jess immediately noticed.
"reader?" he uttered, startled.
"jesus christ you look awful." he set his palm on your forehead feeling the warmth seeping out your pores. "come on, take this off, please?" he pleaded.
you shake your head, "i can't." the words get stuck in your throat as if your body too was fighting the vulnerability.
"why not?" his face scrunches it reminds you of the look you used to get off your mother. you take a deep breath.
"i don't like showing skin. it makes me feel a slut."
you watch jess' face morph deeper in a frown. "what?"
"my parents used to call me everything under the sun when I used to wear tight, short tops. or anything revealing actually." you laugh humorlessly to lighten the mood.
jess scoffs, offended on your behalf. he shakes his head.
"i would never. you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. i want you to flaunt your body." he pulls up your hoodie and for once you let it happen. "i want you to wear whatever makes you comfortable." he swipes a damp strand away from your face. "as long as i'm around no one will ever call you a slut."
you smile at his genuine words. you felt the ache of your imbedded insecurities dissolve into goo.
"thankyou."
he nods, "of course pretty girl." he taps your hip, "get changed."
a/n; my laptop died as i was writing the end and i thought it didn't save...ALMOST got reprecussions for writing instead of revising :p
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