Oh dear GOD I had this thought recently... PATHETIC! Rodrick Heffley drabbles. Should I make a whole series of these sorts of drabbles, because I have loadssss of this sorta thing for him in my drafts, awaiting y'all... So um, have fun!! :3
CW: fem! / afab reader, begging, teasing, "just the tip" and you're like going to sit on his lap... orgasm denial! teasing him by almost getting off of him.., Rodrick definitely uses "babe", he THANKS you for fucking him, teenager hormones, ur a little cunt for real, um... i think that's it ..
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♡ Rodrick talks like he's some seasoned rockstar sex god, saying he can handle anything you throw at him.
♡ That is, until you take advantage of his raging teenage boy hormones to tease him until his dick is throbbing and red. Because come on; he's a total loser and he deserves it this time! and... because you're petty as fuck.
You love him, you really do. But it doesn't mean he won't make you mad by doing stupid things. You can let it go sometimes, but not this time. And honestly? He'll be a prick about it, refusing to admit he was wrong. Deny deny deny, but if he's going to act like a dick, you're going to make him curse the fact that he's even got one.
Because you're pissed at him at the moment, and you're going to be fucking petty about it.
Like, he’s got that cocky smirk at first—“Pfft, babe, I can handle whatever you throw at me.” But then you really get into it—grinding just enough, barely letting him have what he wants, panties hanging by your ankle... and suddenly? That smirk is gone. His hands are gripping your hips, his head is tipping back, and fuck, he’s actually whining.
“Babe—babe, please, c’mon, I—shit, you’re killin’ me here."
And ohhh, you love seeing him like this because you're not used to it; he's lazy and careless, taking what he wants, all consequences be damned...but now? All flushed, squirming, fingers twitching like he needs to touch you but like he knows and CARES that he’ll get punished for it.
“I swear—fuck, I swear I’ll be good, just—just let me have you, babe. Please.”
He's begging with his hands on your arms, rubbing them shakily.
You don't even think it's worth replying—watching him have to bite his fist as you sink down just an inch. And only an inch, your cunt drooling over his tip. And only his tip.
With just the tip inside you, sitting all pretty in his lap like you don’t have a damn clue what you’re doing to him? Fuck, you're going to kill him.
His hands are gripping your thighs so tight you swear there’ll be bruises, his head thuds back against the headboard, and this broken, frustrated groan rips out of him—
“Oh, fuck you, babe.”
“What’s wrong, rockstar? Thought you could handle whatever I threw at you?”
Oh you LOVE calling him that. Using his little wannabe-dream to either boost or fuck with his ego.
His breath shudders, his whole body tensing, and fuck, he looks wrecked—eyes blown wide, brows pinched together, mouth hanging open... He'd thrust up into your pussy if he could but his hips wouldn't do anything but a weak little stutter.
“Babe, I—please—just—”
Oh, now he’s polite? You hum, rolling your hips just slightly, making him twitch inside you, and he chokes on a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper
“You wanna finish that sentence, Rodrick?”
God, he can't. He's not even religious but he thinks he's seeing the pearly gates at the moment.
You tilt your head, pretending like you have all the time in the world. Because you do and you're going to make sure he knows that.
“C’mon, Rodrick. You wanna move? You wanna be all the way inside me?”
He nods frantically, his head knocking back against the headboard, with his tip so swollen and leaking that it aches.
But you tut, curling your fingers slowly around the neckline of his shirt.
“Then ask nicely.”
And ohhh, the frustrated groan that rips out of him—like he wants to fight it, like he hates that you have him like this, but he’s just too fucking weak for you. His pride is crumbling, melting away under the sheer need building up inside him.
He gulps, his throat bobbing, his voice a wreck when he finally breaks.
“Please.”
Just a whisper at first, so shaky, so raw. But when you don’t move, when you just wait, watching him with that smug little smirk—he cracks.
“Please, baby, please—fuck—just—just let me move, let me fuck you, I need it so bad, I swear I’ll be good—just, please—”
You thought that was enough, slowly sinking down onto his dick, wrapping his it with your cunt. Again, he's not religious, but he's certain he's actually in heaven now.
His back arches off the bed, his head pressed against the headboard with his fingers digging into your thighs like he's grasping at you not to stop. And fuck, when you start moving, he can't get enough of your pussy. Like he's savouring it as if you're going to take it away.
He’s not even thinking, the words just pouring out of him, and you genuinely have to pause.
And you know—you know he has zero idea what he’s saying, completely pussy-drunk with the way you slowly slide up and down his dick.
And you? You just raise your eyebrows, rolling your hips on his lap to bounce ever so slightly, making his whole body twitch beneath you.
“Did...did you just thank me?”
Rodrick freezes.
His eyes snap open, the hazy pleasure in them instantly replaced with pure horror.
And the way his whole face flares red? Priceless.
“I—fuck, I—” He stammers, his voice higher than usual, his hands gripping your waist as if to stop you from teasing him about it—
And he whimpers. Genuinely swallows his pride as he begs with his eyes for you to keep moving.
And you do. You make sure his eyes haze over, watching himself slide in and out of your cunt, wet lewd sounds that make his head spin and his cock twitch inside you. God, he's so whipped, whispering sweet little nothings to himself as he lets you fuck him.
God, he's never going to piss you off again.
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Behold, a new crack ship pairing. Grekki is a byproduct of Diary of Wimpy Kid and Dork Diaries fandom subreddits constantly dissing each other series back then. The creation of Grekki/Grikki initially started as a joke, and now it is a supposedly well-liked and unironic ship. You may see it sometimes randomly on either series subreddit. Technically, this ship is old because the traces of this pairing supposedly existed since 2015. However, around 2020, a notice of resurgence of Grekki's artworks on the internet arose.
Anyways, what do you think about this ship?
I ship it. (Unironically)
I ship it. (Ironically)
I've no current thoughts for a definitive answer. However, I'm interested.
I do not ship it.
Wait, the ship is an actual thing?
Voting ended onDec 25, 2024
If you are wondering what my thoughts are on the ship Grekki? I ship it unironically. (I know what a shame I am.😞)
Plainview. It was a nothing town in a boring city where a bunch of nobodies lived. And now I had found myself in the middle of it with my mom’s new job. It was supposed to be a fresh start, isn’t that a cliché. The only reason I hadn’t bolted quite yet was my parent’s insistence that it’d be nothing like Maple Oaks and that the people would be nicer here. Well that and the fact I enjoyed the thought of being somewhat near a forest for once instead of living in the hellhole of San Diego.
I stepped out of the car hoisting my backpack over as I tried to stand after sitting for what felt like years. The house was just as expected; average.
“It’s small,” I said flatly looking over at my parents who were tending to the needs of my sister, Penelope, who was throwing a tantrum after being woken up from her nap.
“It’s nice, Beatrix. Now get your stuff up to the attic,” my mother said equally flat.
I clenched the strap of my bag as I stared at her wide-eyed. “What’s in the attic? I don’t need to go in the attic. It’s gonna be old and rickety I should stay downstairs and help Dad unpack.”
My parents exchanged a glance before my dad nodded as my mom grabbed Penelope to calm her down. I felt my dad’s hand pat my shoulder consolingly as he let out a long exhale.
“Hun, with your sister there isn’t enough room in the house for you both to get your own room so we thought you’d want the attic since there’s more room.”
I stepped back like a cornered animal; my chest was rising and falling quicker than it did a minute ago.
“No. Hell no.”
“Hun, I know how you feel about those kinds of things but your mom and I both thought that-“
“You thought wrong! I can’t stay there. Please I just,” I tightened the grip of my backpack which was the only thing grounding me at the time. It’d be fine so long as I wasn’t in that godforsaken cubbyhole.
“I know Beatrix. It’s all scary right now, especially with your fear of-“
“I don’t have a fear of anything,” I stated, trying to convince myself more than anything as I looked up at my dad. Despite trying, I couldn’t ignore his expression of concern, god was this going to be a long few days.
“You’ve got this. I mean who else could handle this better than you.”
Begrudgingly, I nodded over at him with a meek smile, making my first of many steps on the front porch. I looked over at the neighborhood, how the hell were you supposed to live here for god only knows how long. I didn’t care what they said; this was gonna be another Maple Oaks. No one would have anything in common with me and it was back to eating lunch in the stalls. Not again. No. I promised myself better and I was gonna give them a piece of my mind-
“Hey!”
My neck snapped as I turned to face whatever made that shout. I looked to see two kids that couldn’t be past middle school age on some tricycle. I think the skinny one was the one that said it. We must have stared at each other for a moment before I remembered that people usually don’t do that.
“Um hey?”
“Are you the new girl?”
“Glad to know I’m not known for anything yet,” I muttered to myself before yelling back at him. “Yeah!”
The ginger one flailed his arms in no apparent direction. “Greg! Let’s ask if she wants to play with us!”
I snorted, not that I was trying to be mean or anything I just genuinely thought it was endearing. It didn’t last long because the other one, who I’m guessing was Greg was shushing him with a lecture. Thankfully it gave me an excuse to dip inside without seeming like a major prick.
The house itself wasn’t too bad and not all that different not from our old one. But either life loved to play major tricks on me or I was the plaything of a bad story because just as I felt okay I saw it. Stairs to the retched area I’d have to call my room. There wasn’t enough sour candy in the world to keep me from losing my shxt.
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to seem like an ordinary person who acts normal around these things. My foot hit the wood with a noise that could only be described as unholy. Cool cool. This is just normal people things. Another step and another ungodly noise. I could hear my own breathing. I needed to calm the fxck down. Screw it, I ran up the steps like my life depended on it and threw open the door to see near nothing.
Strange. The room just looked plain, I guess they call it Plainview for a reason. I knocked my foot against the floor which thankfully didn’t make any noises. I let myself wander around; it was pretty big compared to the rest of the rooms. “Lots of room for posters,” I said aloud listening for an echo. “I might even be able to convince to let me paint it. Janie would’ve loved to paint a mural, she probably would’ve-“
Thud.
I froze as my eyes darted around the room. No way it was an animal it was too early in the day for that. Penelope was downstairs so not her neither. Awesome my top two solutions for what the hell that noise was just went out the window. Oh, the window I looked over- Wait, was that a foot I saw?
I dropped my bag, rummaging through it, if I had learned anything it was that you never investigate something without a weapon. With pepper spray gripped tightly in my hands as I crept towards the huge circle that brought in almost all of my light. After a shaky breath in and out I threw the glass open with a scream.
“Dude! What the hell!” said an unfamiliar voice.
“Huh?” I said looking up. I hadn’t even realized my eyes were shut until I forced myself to open them again. There before me was a boy on the roof, probably my age, but for all I could care he was a pervert who was creeping on a sixteen-year-old girl.
“Who are you!” it responded.
“I’m Beatrix-” I stated softly introducing myself before I quickly switched my tone. “Hold on, this is my room. Who do you think you are asking who I am? I had pepper spray on me did you even think about that?! I could’ve pepper sprayed your ass!”
“Ah the ladies love the Rodrick,” he said smugly as he shimmied his way into my room, letting out a low whistle. “Can’t believe the old lady finally died.”
I perked my head up, like a dog who just heard the word walk. As if I wasn’t terrified of this place enough.
“What old lady?” I questioned; even if he was a degenerate loser any information would be good information right now.
He tsk-ed, mindlessly walking around me like an interrogation.
“Y’know it’s a shame that they never tell the new people about her,” he said turning to face me only to be met with the shine of the bottle my finger on the spray ready to let nature take its course. His mouth dropped slightly as he discontentedly threw his hands up.
“What. Lady,” I spat out at him not in the mood to play around.
“Chick is crazy,” he murmured in a sing-song manner to himself, but it didn’t go unignored from me. “Well, there was this oldie, everyone called her Grandmama Mary, who was the mental person you’ve ever met. She insisted on eating only at times that had a seven, it was whole theory she had that-“ he chuckled, before side-eyeing my furrowed brow. “I’ll get to the point, cutie. She went so insane that she started to have rituals in this very room. That means who ever lives here is now forced to hear her every night."
"Psh, you made that up."
"Mhm that's why you're shaking. Boop," he teased, tapping my nose.
"Shut up," I stashed the bottle into my pocket and moved my attention to unpacking my stuff. I was totally shaking, but I'd be damned if that kid pointed it out.
He scoffed and muttered something about me being boring before looming over my shoulder.
"Whatcha got there?"
"It's gonna be a knife to your throat if you don't leave my room in the next two seconds."
Either he was getting tired of this shtick or I was finally threatening for once as he slumped his shoulders and headed back to the window.
"Hey uh Beatrix was it?" he said looked back at me with a stupid smile. "Try not to threaten people. Mary doesn't like that."
He was lucky that he ran off or else it would've been a promise. I've got to lock that window, and maybe sage the hell out of this before I sleep.
