#babe the hot rod was totaled

[ateotd-izzy]

happy birthday - stiles stilinski x fem!reader

summary: it’s april 8th, which also happens to be the day of your boyfriend’s 18th birthday, so you want to make sure he has the best day ever.

notes: i know, such a creative title!! happy birthday to my totally real boyfriend (it’s just fluffy and cute ig)

☾

6:00 am.

this was the time stiles woke you up that morning.

his lips brushed against your cheek and you stirred, hearing a soft chuckle from the boy beside you.

“stiles, what time is it?” your voice was between a mumble and a groan, and stiles kissed your cheek again.

“uh, like,” he rolled over to check his phone, which was sitting on the table beside his bed. “oh, it’s six.”

“ugh, gross. go back to sleep.” you said, your eyes still shut as you pushed his face away from your own.

“i can’t.” he complained, turning to lie on his back beside you again. “i mean, it’s my birthday, babe.”

“mhm.” you rolled over and stiles wrapped an arm around you, kissing the back of your neck. “and it’ll still be your birthday at 8 am.”

“did you get me a present?” stiles asked, lifting his body to look at you, and you opened one eye to meet his own.

“oh, crap, i forgot.” you watched the smile on his face drop and then put a hand on his cheek. “i’m kidding, i wouldn’t forget that.”

stiles rolled onto his back again, his head leaning against your own. “babe, i really can’t fall asleep, i’m too excited.”

you shook your head with a smile before leaning over the edge of his bed, reaching into your bag to pull out a gift wrapped box.

“happy birthday.” you spoke softly and his lips slowly grew into a smile as you handed him the gift.

he unwrapped it carefully, and once the box was open, he chuckled.

inside the box was a small collection of things you had bought him. a new flannel, some new markers, a pair of socks with little death stars on them, a dvd copy of the film hot rod, some more red string (because he only seemed to run out of that colour), and a photo of the two of you that you framed.

he smiled, and kept looking down, pulling out the picture before lifting his head and meeting your eyes.

“thank you.” he put down the frame and wrapped his arms around you.

“of course, baby.” you hugged him back tightly and he kissed you right on the lips.

when it was finally 8 am, stiles practically flew out of his bed and was downstairs in just seconds, greeted by his father who was making breakfast for the three of you.

and by 10, the two of you were grocery shopping.

not the most fun for a birthday activity, but in order to have a birthday party there needs to be food.

while you were pushing the cart down the aisles, stiles was picking out the different snacks, texting scott for secondary opinions as he did so.

then after putting a bag of chips into the cart, stiles leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss.

his hands held onto your hips, and you let go of the shopping cart to move your hands up to his shoulders.

when you pulled apart, stiles just gave you a smile and started pushing the cart away, leaving you standing in the aisle in the moment before you caught up.

“what was that for?” you asked, following stiles to the checkout counter.

“what was what for?” he asked in response, and you stared at him. “what?”

“you’re a weirdo, stilinski.”

“well aren’t you just the sweetest girlfriend ever.”

that evening, after hours of preparing, the stilinski household was decorated and the guests had arrived.

the guests literally just being the pack and melissa.

but that was all stiles had wanted.

he sat on the living room couch with scott and liam, but his eyes were on you.

you were in the dining room, talking with lydia and laughing at something she had said.

stiles crossed his arms and pulled his shirt, the new one you had bought him, closer to his body.

you had basically planned and executed the entire party, plus your gift for him, and you even made him a cake (which you hadn’t told him about, he just found you in the kitchen earlier in the day).

as stiles stared, all he could think about was just how entirely in love with you he was and how he wanted to stay like that forever.

in his eyes, no matter what, you were perfect. in every single way.

you turned your head, and made eye contact with him.

all you did was look at him, and that was all stiles needed to die happy.

honestly, in order to have a good birthday, all stiles would’ve needed was to see you, just like every other day.

but for you, you wanted to do all of this for him. if you could, you would give the whole world, the moon and the stars to stiles, and that still couldn’t compare to the love you feel for him.

so, the best you could do was to try and give him the best day possible, and you didn’t even know you had succeeded just by existing.

neither one of you could even comprehend how much you loved the other.

“how ‘bout cake, stiles?” noah’s voice caused stiles’ head to shoot up.

“now?” stiles started getting up off the couch before looking back to the dining room, but you had disappeared.

“come on.” noah chuckled and everyone moved from the living room to the dining room, where stiles sat at the table.

then the lights were turned off and stiles turned to watch you slowly walking from the kitchen, carefully holding his cake and bringing it over to the table.

the candles on the top flickered when the cake was sat down in front of him, and stiles grabbed onto your hand the moment it was free.

then everyone started singing for him, for his day.

your hand stiles wasn’t gripping in his own was gently passing through his hair until he leaned forward to blow out the candles.

one candle stayed lit, still flickering in the dark room for a few seconds until he tried blowing it out again.

then the lights were back on and the room was soon full of conversation and the sounds of cutlery against plates as everyone ate.

when stiles finished his cake, he lied his head against his crossed arms that were on the table and looked up at you beside him.

his girl. the most perfect girl in the world.

hours later, after you had showered and changed, you climbed into stiles’ bed beside him, where he was staring up at the ceiling.

“did you have a good day today?” you asked, your voice a soft whisper.

“the best.” he replied, his own tone matching yours.

you pulled the blanket up and leaned against stiles, one arm going over his chest.

“what are you thinking about right now?”

when you asked the question, stiles brought his hand around your body, his fingertips grazing the skin of your hip below your shirt.

“next month we’ll both be 18.” stiles told you.

“yep…” you were a little confused. “your point?”

“i want to marry you.” stiles stated, kissing the top of your head. “obviously not right away, but… eventually.”

you were silent for a moment.

“good.” you spoke. “because i want to marry you too. eventually.”

stiles smiled and you lifted yourself up to kiss him on the lips.

“maybe in june.” you suggested and stiles laughed.

he was the one to kiss you that time.

“i don’t care when it is, i just want it to happen.”

a/n: idk if this is good but i just love him so much like on another level

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o’brien #teen wolf #stiles stilinski oneshot #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #birthday

[ooffmlsorry]

One Piece Men Driving (you around)

monster trio

A/N: I don't know a lot about Kid but I thought I'd give a shot anyway :I I'm really sorry if he's OOC

LAW

Would make a great get away driver honestly, like he genuinely has a great understanding of driving/the road and hardly ever gets lost and he knows you think that's hot

He drives SO FAST like WHERE ARE YOU GOING??? This man actively considers the speed limit a challenge

For that reason he's either always early or on time to pick you up...but somehow suspiciously late getting you home 😉

8/10 times he's in charge of the music, it depends on your taste and his mood honestly. If you don't have the same music taste, he'll grin and bear it because he loves you, really you're torturing this man

Yeah he drives really fast but never in a school zone or neighborhood, he takes that really seriously

Acts like it's a big pain to drive you around but secretly loves it and always claims he was headed that way even if he wasn't

Loves late night drives with you that end in some empty parking lot to talk for hours or make out or both

The two of your are menaces to late night convenience store clerks

Loves holding your hand or keeping a hand on your thigh while driving

Keeps his car pretty clean except for all the coffee cups and energy drink cans on the floor in the backseat that he thinks you don't notice

KID

His car > you sorry not sorry

Drives a loud, obnoxious hot rod

Drives like a MANIAC and LOVES IT. Fuck it we ball, if y'all die then y'all die. This man is not afraid to take a risk and you know that

That being said he'd probably never put you in real danger

"Oh look, y/n there's some kids riding their bikes. LET'S HIT 'EM!!" does not actually hit the kids but definitely keeps a point score in his head as if he did. "You know I just missed 40 points for you, tricycles are worth more."

Doesn't let you drive it but thinks you look totally hot behind the wheel

Gets there when he gets there, babe, but wherever you're going you're going in style

Genuinely loves blasting the music when he's near you so you know he's on the way

The best part of driving with him is being obnoxiously loud and wild and free together

Acts like he's gonna crash just to mess with you a little

Drag races for sure

Secretly prefers your company over everyone else's while tinkering with the car y'all have definitely fucked on top of it like he just likes having you in presence while he works, it kind of puts him at peace

There's definitely some kind of detail that's an homage to you and any sort of decoration you buy that he can put in his car he will

ACE

I'm so serious DO NOT distract this man

It takes every last brain cell he has not to fuck up

Like when he's alone he's fine, but as soon as another person's in the car with him he gets so distracted especially with you

He can't help it he's just so happy to see you and talk to you and look at you and whoops! There was the exit he was supposed to take

He's either picking you up a half an hour early or twenty minutes late there's no in between

Y'all share the music but he can listen to just about anything just don't put on anything boring

You already know the deal, if y'all end up going out to eat you're driving home because he's absolutely asleep

Definitely prefers back roads and intentionally takes the "long way" so he can spend more time with you

Of course there's a 50/50 chance y'all are gonna get real lost anyway so either way he's spending more time with you

Gets really embarrassed anytime he fucks up so don't backseat drive because it'll only make it worse

King of Normalize Hitting the Curb™️

Loves a good snack run

#law x reader #trafalgar law #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #portgas d ace #ace x reader #one piece x reader headcanon #ngl Ace is just me because he's so ADHD coded #and by menaces to store clerks i don't mean rude #you and law are just loud and ridiculous for whatever ungodly hour it is

[thelaundrybitch]

Snoot Smooches

TURTLE DOVES

It's been a hot minute.

BUT I'M BACK!

And with the help of @leosgirl82 who assisted in these absolute shenanigans!!!

So please enjoy some Valentine's Day fun 💖💖💖

TW: Swearwords and Shenanigans

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though 🤩

Snoot Smooches

You've been with your turtle boyfriend for years, and you have a very good relationship with him and his brothers. You love each of your boyfriend’s brothers completely platonically - and they all know that.

However, you do love some shenanigans, and Valentine's Day is coming up. So you decide to decorate the lair in pinks and reds.

And you've made an executive decision on a new tradition.

Valentine's Day Mistletoe…

Hang the shit EVERYWHERE 

Hide it in drawers around the lair for quick grabbing access 

Hell, keep some in your pockets so you can sneak attack 

Absolutely carry it around on a fishing rod, like you would with a donkey and a carrot 

BUT have fun trying to explain the mistletoe fishing rod to your turtle bf....

"I'm TRYING to kiss your brothers! Do you MIND?!"

Your turtle bf be like 🤨🤦🏾‍♂️🤷🏾‍♂️

“Fine. But don't come running to me when you're in trouble”

Game on

Leo

Leo would be a gentleman and let you snoot smooch him

But be horrendously embarrassed about it 

Internal screeching

If turtles could blush

He's gonna be the one that's probably secretly wiping it off after you’ve skipped away victoriously

Texts his brother immediately to tell him about your shenanigans

Freaking tattle tale

He gets a second snoot smooch

As punishment 

Raph

Facepalm

From him

To you

Also 'biffed' 

*Biff* - To smack one's palm heel against the offender's forehead.

He would absolutely use the one finger on the forehead method to push you back 

With that look of HAve you LOSt your DaMN MinD?

OR he'd be grabbing both shoulders and spinning you to do an about-face and just say, "Nope."

Just keeps bringing you back to your bf like, "KEEP HER OCCUPIED"

He'd be so done with your shit by the end of the first week

Just wearing him down. 

Day by day. 

Like the annoying little sister that won't quit 

And it's easier to just get it over with 

Finally, he'd be like 

"FINE! ONE!"

But he'd honk your nose or some shit and drag you back to your bf

Don

I can see Don being an absolute asshole to you

Calls your bluff

He's gonna be the one who wets his lips for a slobbery smooch

You'll be walking up

With your donkey stick

And a maniacal smile across your face

Wiggling the brows like two dancing caterpillars

And he'll look horrified

But only for a split second 

He'll start licking his lips so they are super spitty

Then get up and chase you around with duck lips

You'll be screaming NOOOO! like a five-year-old trying to get away from the icky older brother

Insert slappity slaps when he captures you

Mike

This one, you'd have to keep one eye on. 

Mike. He's always their wild card. He likes to keep you on your toes

But mostly his brothers.

He's such a shit

NO SHAME

He'd be sliding in all puckered up

Right here, babes... Pointing to his lips

He's all in

Wants ALL the smooches

Will turn his face right before you land said kiss so he gets an actual smooch

Then run through the lair yelling about it like the town crier

Bonus Turt Time

Jehannet (J)

Would be super sweet and accept said smooch

Prefers a cheek kiss.

But will let you snoot smooch him

Then after your sweet little kissy-poo, he'd suddenly be like, "I LoVe KiSsEs"

And grab you to smooch a barrage of kisses all over your face while you squawk and squirm trying to get away

Totally makes sure he does it in front of the brother you’re dating

Just to get a reaction 😂

Basilio

Good luck with Basilio LOL

*goes in for snoot smooch, ends up in headlock* 

Walks you back to your Turt BF in said headlock

"I think this is yours"

"Oh, thanks Bayz! A bit closer, though… I'm at the perfect height to kiss my bf," you sass him - whilst your head is at crotch level

Bayz: let's go immediately and walks away with his hands in the air

Later on, Basilio would be standing under one, not realizing it was there.

You'd try to sneak attack him

But dude is a weathered ninja, so he'd slip away at a speed walk

And you would chase him.

Yelling that he can't outrun tradition!

And true to character, Mike and J would chase Basilio and pin him down so you could get a smooch in LOL

Wanna know more about J & Bayz?

Jehannet

Basilio

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[csny]

babe. The hot rod was totaled. All our elvis and johnny cash cds were destroyed.

[doublism]

babe the hot rod was totaled.

[ericsmithereens1982numberonefan]

Sorry but any time I see a slightly rockabilly looking chick I can't stop myself from saying "babe I totaled the hot rod" out loud

[skaterboyfriend]

Kent and Willy! Opinion go!

for kent:

AND WE GOT A BINGO! okay so basically some thoughts on my rationale:

*you know. you know i love him my little war criminal my blorbo my babygirl etcetera. i think also he's so much deeper than he appears- yes he's written off as the PTSD character but there is SO MUCH that could be done with him... i think what the game lacks is his redemption arc. okay, he hates himself, he doesn't feel at home with his wife and children, vincent is afraid of him, sam doesn't know how to act in front of him, jodi wishes he was different- back to what he was, and god knows he wishes the same. like, so what. he's just going to grit his teeth talking about his recurring dream of seeing sam bleeding out besides him in the trenches? forever and ever? NOOOO i need him to have some sort of plot, heart event, something that helps ease his mind, helps show him he isn't alone- he has a wife who loves him and children who want a father to play catch with, to fish alongside with... so yeah. i think he's done a lot of things wrong <- while simultaneously excusing everything he's ever done as he is FICTIONAL! <- fuck the troops and ACAB etcetera -> and deserves to forgive himself after it all so he can move on...

*everything i like about him is definitely just me going insane. like okay dilf-type character with hardcore baggage i can work with it! i adopted a sort of savior-type complex for him where he only enlisted/decided to be drafted without any qualms so he can help out his family [perhaps the army offered great benefits for military wives] = basically i imposed all these headcanons to create him as a sort of character who always puts others before himself -> exhausted himself and now all that's left of him is regrets

*also ummm who else sees the freaky headcanons about kent aka him being like. WILDLY inappropriate <- trying to keep it PG13. anyway also have you seen the homophobic/bootlicking kent... NO! are you kidding all he ever says about the army is how much he detests it for taking away his humanity... he totally was a punk liberal when he was younger and had to change to fit in -> another headcanon i have is the idea of my farmer discussing leftist politics with him and to their surprise he's able to hold a conversation about marxist economics... he's like what . and the farmer twirls their hair like haha that's kind of hot ngl...

for willy:

okay babes you know willy is like. the love of everyone's life...

*like he is just some fisherman who gives you a free fishing rod, offers to get you free gear but knows that'll bankrupt him- he apologizes for having to charge you for lil bobbers and trappers, wears his pride for you when you reel in a legendary fish and excitedly show him... like he's just a great guy that TOTALLY deserves more story/background!

*also hello um... rugged bearded man who smells of the salted sea, skin burned from long afternoons fishing, rough hands from steering boats all his life, holding fishing rods fighting against fishes longer than him! like... that's pretty hot!

but thank youuu for this ask you know i would talk about the little ex-soldier blorbo forever. and god willy... i saw a post about him how he needs to be marriageable and.. like why not? he's cute funny sweet and has a little pirate accent. let me kiss him NOW!

#kent #willy #🌻

[love-thefruityfour]

I get sick a lot (being chronic illness sucks), I’m curious what each of you would do to cheer me up if I’m having a bad flare day.

Also, I have a sneaking suspicion that one of you stole my cane [holds up a black fold-up cane that’s been covered in glitter, stickers, and hot rod flames] Which one of you was it?

E.M.

I think pot is the best remedy for whatever ails you. If that doesn’t work, I would tell you stories until I could get you to smile. (Steve probably stole your cane to play lightsabers with Dustin)

S.H.

Movie night, babe. I would bring home all your favorites plus snacks, and cuddle with you as we eat popcorn. (Eddie did it. He’s probably planning to threaten the basketball team with it later)

R.B.

I know you’re probably feeling sad that you’re not able to go out when you’re feeling really sick, so I’d try to bring the party to you! I’ll spend all day reenacting all the stupid stuff you missed Eddie do at school. (speaking of which, he totally did it. I’ll fight him if you need me to)

N.W.

I’d try to pamper you as much as possible! I hope you like nice bubble baths, rom-coms and me reading you to bed. (It definitely wasn’t me, you know that)

#eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four #zarajyne

[sylviaplathenthusiast]

heyo :)

hope you are doing okay <3

i'm sorry that i haven't been able to send you poems for the past few days 🪻

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,

And along the trampled edges of the street

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids

Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me

Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,

And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts

An aimless smile that hovers in the air

And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

(morning at the window by t.s. eliot)

- acacia💙

hi babe!

its totally fine im completely swarmed too i probably wouldnt be able to answer your asks anyway. also this poem is so pretty i love it!

It's ripe, the melon

by our sink. Yellow,

bee-bitten, soft, it perfumes

the house too sweetly.

At five I wake, the air

mournful in its quiet.

My wife's eyes swim calmly

under their lids, her mouth and jaw

relaxed, different.

What is happening in the silence

of this house? Curtains

hang heavily from their rods.

Ficus leaves tremble

at my footsteps. Yet

the colors outside are perfect —

orange geranium, blue lobelia.

I wander from room to room

like a man in a museum:

wife, children, books, flowers,

melon. Such still air. Soon

the mid-morning breeze will float

in like tepid water, then hot.

How do I start this day,

I who am unsure

of how my life has happened

or how to proceed

amid this warm and steady sweetness?

(august morning by albert garcia)

#blue heart anon

[mossfeed]

babe the hot rod was totaled

[thedevotionaltour]

babe the hot rod was totaled. Our elvis and johnny cash cds were all destroyed.

#static.soundz

[parsons44corcoran]

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[growup-thatbeautiful]

Natasha Romanoff Prompt “You’re such a dork”

The stale light from the hotel bathroom is the only light in the room. We got back just late from a impromptu mission. The sound of the shower is a comforting background noise. I’m sitting on the the wired mattress while Natasha cleans off the blood and guts that got in between the armor in her suit.

It as a fairly easy mission. We had heard about some Red Room remains, a few young girls being trained by brainwashed older ones. Now, normally Natasha wants nothing to do with them. That’s Yelena and Melina’s business, not hers. She’s focused on saving her current family.

Sam, Steve, and Natasha all had minimal injuries. I got a few bruised ribs trying to convince the kids that I wasn’t going to kill them. It’s nice to see young girls who can kick that hard, just a shame that they learned under such circumstances.

As soon as she could, Yelena came and picked up the girls, promising them homes and an actual, loving family.

The sound of the shower turning off prompts me to turn on the Tv. Neither one of us are fans of absolute quiet, me less so than her. I flip through the channels, stopping when Empire Strikes Back comes on, unable to resist. I never built up an immunity to Star Wars.

Apparently I’m quoting the lines, because I hear Natasha quip, “You’re such a dork.” Natasha’s leaning against the doorway, fondness dropping from her voice.

“Says the woman who can quote all James Bond lines. Like that’s not a totally dorky thing to do.” Natasha’s sweatpant-clad form makes its way over. I can only assume that the shirts she wearing was stole from Steve or Sam from the way it hangs over her form. I can’t help but pull out the Polaroid from the bedside. We change phones often enough that it wouldn’t make sense to have anything on them.

Making her way over to our bed, Natasha says, “James Bond is way cooler than Star Wars. He’s an international super spy, not a gay space wizard.”

“That would have nothing to do with the fact that you’re a literal international super spy and I’m a literal space wizard, right?” She knows better than to take my deadpan tone seriously.

“I’m pretty sure that you’re a space thief, not a space wizard, babe. Even that’s a stretch though, considering you’re only 25% space person.”

“Leave it to you to do the math. Those are just small details. I could be Han Solo instead of Luke Skywalker. I’m flexible.”

“Well then, you wouldn’t happen to have a problem watching Hot Rod again, would you?”

“Normally, no, but I actually have an idea that you might like.”

“Ooh, a surprise movie,” Her eyes narrow in suspicion and calculation, but she’s not quite able to pull off the menacing look with Snow White singing on her t-shirt. “It better not be any of that trashy action shit. You know I hate that.”

“Yeah, I know. You make that abundantly clear every time I watch Die Hard. No, I was thinking we watch something utterly depressing. You know, make us feel a little better.”

“Not a bad plan. Sad movies are basically therapy, right?”

“Sure. You like Baz Luhrmann?”

“No clue,” she says happily, wrapping her arms around me.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this. Very bohemian style. We’ll start with Moulin Rouge.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Don’t get jealous of the gorgeous redhead on the screen. She dies in the end anyway.”

“Spoiler alert, dumbass.”

“He tells you at the beginning of the movie, chill. Get ready to cry a whole fucking lot, Tasha.”

“I don’t cry.”

“You will this time.”

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[poutybinz]

warnings: first time sex, playful banter, size kink. yeonjun’s got a big dick.

“yeonjun it’s not going in.”

“what do you mean, it totally can fit! it’s not even that big!”

“...are you listening to yourself at all?”

you let out a frustrated sigh, rolling your eyes as you let your legs fall back into the bed. you had been laying with your legs spread for entirely too long while yeonjun had tried to inch himself inside of you, but to no avail.

he would get a couple of inches in before it would either hurt, or just be too uncomfortable for him to go any further. you had truly tried everything! lube, fingering, yeonjun even bought you a toy to try and help to open you up a little more.

and yet, here you were. yeonjun’s 7 inch hard cock staring you in the face while he stood pouting, trying to hide his disappointment at not being able to fuck you.

“c’mon, can’t we try again? maybe we need a new position.” yeonjun was determined, and you couldn’t blame him. you did feel bad for essentially blue balling him everytime he wanted to have sex, but it wasn’t like you could help being tight. most guys go on and on about tight pussies, nobody talks about being too tight.

you couldn’t do anything right, you swore it.

you grunted as you sat up, massaging your sore inner thighs. “what other position? anyway you put it, it still feels like you’re burning me at a stake with your godzilla dick.” yeonjun snorted out a laugh and you bit back one of your own. “but seriously babe! we’ve been trying this for days at this point, there’s gotta be something.”

yeonjun plopped down next to you on the bed, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you close to give you a kiss on your neck. “i don’t wanna be pushy but fuck, i’ve been fantasizing about fucking you for months. you gotta know this is killing me.” you sighed softly, his soft kisses causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. “i just get so close and then it doesn’t work, all i wanna do is claim you. want everyone to know this is mine.”

his hands inched closer and closer towards your core and instinctively your thighs opened for him. when his fingers came ghosting over your warmth you gasped, hiding your face in his shoulder. “everyone knows it’s yours, stupid, you won’t let anyone live it down.” yeonjun hummed a small laugh as he drug his index finger up your core until he got to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in slow circles. “you love it when i’m possessive, don’t give me any of that.”

his voice was deep and rumbly in your ear and you found yourself somehow bucking into his hand, holding onto his arm. you’d be lying through your teeth if you said you didn’t want him inside of you, it was like your body was craving it sometimes. but even you couldn’t get anything to fit, sometimes your one finger was too much.

you hated it. truth be told, you just wanted to be wrecked by your boyfriend and his giant dick. was that really too much to ask for?

“let’s...” your voice slurred a bit and you could feel yeonjun’s prideful grin. “lets try a new position. you lay down and i’ll try...and sit on it.”

maybe it would be easier if you could control your own pace.

yeonjun practically scrambled in place, taking no time to lay backwards. you were truly amazed at how he was still hard, his cock red and angry resting against his abdomen. there was something to be said about his love for you, but you’d think about that later.

‘focus on the task at hand. operation: capture the lochness monster.’

you climbed on top of him. hovering over his crotch for a moment before taking his dick in your hands. “i’m gonna go slow...” you said to no one in particular, rubbing the head of his cock over your entrance a few times before slowly lowering yourself on it.

“just relax...relax and don’t think about it too much.” yeonjun ran his fingers up and down your thighs, lower lip trapped between his teeth as you sunk down on him. his head went in easy, but the rest of him was the issue.

you had gotten couple of inches down before the uncomfortable feeling of being impaled showed up, and your face twisted in accordance. “fuck...fuck, why does...why’s your dick so fuckin’ wide, this makes no sense. who needs a dick this big.”

“i don’t know if you’re insulting me or not, but it’s not that big. you act like you’re sitting on an eggplant.”

“well why don’t you try stuffing a 7 inch rod inside of you and see how it goes?”

“wait, wait. look.”

you blinked at him before looking down at your meshing bodies, noting that you had gotten way further than you ever had before. in fact, you nearly had him all the way in! your mouth hung open in shock, staring at it for probably entirely too long before looking back at yeonjun who was grinning at you.

“that’s...it’s never gotten this far.” you commented. yeonjun nodded, his hands sliding up your thighs to your waist. “you’re almost there, baby, just a little bit more. why don’t you try working yourself down on it?”

you found yourself clenching around him, something your body did involuntarily whenever yeonjun would tell you what to do, and the sharp inhale that accompanied it let you know that you were definitely doing the right thing. so, you leaned forward a bit and rolled your hips, steadily fucking yourself with his cock.

“that’s it...fuck, you look so hot like this.” yeonjun’s hands slid upward from your waist towards your back and you leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his lips. for the first time, it was actually starting to feel like sex. it wasn’t uncomfortable, nor did it hurt; but there was this faint burning pleasure lit in the pit of your stomach that was only burning brighter with every kiss and touch from yeonjun.

the way he groaned desperately into your mouth, his hands grasping at your ass while you kept grinding down onto him, it was intoxicating.

with a final moan of his name, yeonjun was fully sheathed inside of you. and it felt incredible.

“holy shit, it’s in. i cant believe it.” you were breathless, lips ghosting over his. “i feel like you’re in my stomach.” yeonjun’s eyes fluttered and it took everything in him not to start fucking into you right there.

“you have no goddamn idea how sexy you are.”

you licked your lips and shot him a cheeky smile, placing your hands on his chest before sitting up. “gonna ride me, dollface?” yeonjun looked entranced, staring up at you with reddened cheeks and lidded eyes. it made you feel just as attractive as he always told you you were, and suddenly you got this burst of confidence.

so you lifted yourself up a little only to sink yourself back onto him, and the chorused moans between the both of you let you know you were finally doing it right.

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[ilikemesometaetaes]

Forbearance

Kim Seokjin Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: Give him a break, okay? Finding out his girlfriend’s bias wasn’t him is a pretty hard hit to the man’s ego. He has a right to be a little... possessive.

•••> Pairing(s): Seokjin/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey love, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot where the reader is dating Seokjin, but he accidentally finds her old fangirl stuff and discovers he wasnt her bias and jhope was? And ya know he gets all jealous and possessive;) btw I love youu”

•••> Word Count: 4.41k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | Established Relationship | Seokjin!au | Boyfriend!Seokjin | Jealous!Jin | strangers to friends to lovers | fishing buddies

•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, oversensitivity, dirty talk, our jin is a jealous boy, possessive!jin, idol!jin, cursing, alcohol use

Copyright © 2021 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for the request, anon! I thought it was just going to be a drabble, but I guess not! I hope you enjoy :)

~#~

Seokjin called for you from your old bedroom, feeling insecure about going through the things in your closet.

“It’s okay, babe! It should be in there somewhere!” You yelled back, obviously busying yourself with tonight’s dinner before you moved your stuff into your boyfriend’s home.

Seokjin’s lips spread into a tight line, clearly uncomfortable with the action of prying into your life before you met him. He was never one to judge character nor the one to actively seek out every detail about you. He respected your privacy and your boundaries enough to never ask, waiting until you were the one speaking about it.

It was what sparked the relationship between you two in the first place. A respect for privacy and the skill of having patience.

You had met him at a fishing beach; the sun was almost fully set and it seemed that Kim Seokjin needed some time away from the boys and the spotlight.

You were sitting in a camping chair, waiting for the telltale signs of a fish nipping at your line when you noticed the man walking over to the next open slot of shore rocks just five yards to your right.

Conversation was minimal, but being in a setting where patience was what kept a person sane meant that you were fully capable of waiting.

It was strange how you hadn’t noticed it was him. Of course, he wore a mask and sunglasses along with a baseball cap, but Kim Seokjin’s personality was seemingly unique and quite noticeable. The man who sat next to you was someone completely different.

He was quiet, patient, reserved, and outright plain. After a short conversation with him about how the fish were biting that day, you understood that the man went there for quiet- same as you. So you gave it to him.

You just couldn’t help but notice that he continued to sit next to you for the days to come. He would come out every other day or so and sit next to you, regardless of the amount of spots available around. You would talk about the weather affecting the fish, ponder over the current position of the moon to judge the tide, and then resume the silence. It was almost as if you were basking in each other’s quiet presence.

His voice, a familiar tone of inflection, was evasive. It seemed as if he was purposely lowering his voice to distort it, but you could never bring yourself to ask why. Instead, you settled on listening to him speak as his beautiful brown eyes cast a wistful gaze into the bay.

From what you could see, he was handsome. You could see his eyes when he took off his sunglasses at night and the occasional tuft of hair that stuck out from under his ball cap. His shoulders were incredibly broad, stretching every jacket and sweatshirt he wore almost to the extreme.

He sat in his chair like he had run a marathon, slouching so far that his long legs were almost entirely off of the seat. It looked as if the man was dreadfully exhausted.

Light conversation seemed to pick him up from his slump but you didn’t want to press too far, knowing that the man was undoubtedly hiding his identity. You were okay with this, practicing the patience you had learned from fishing throughout your everyday life.

Each time you spoke, the conversation slowly got further and further. The day that you got to talking about what he did for the day, you learned that he lived an active and busy lifestyle. He came to fish for the calm and relaxation- a break away from it.

After a little over a month of meeting with the man to enjoy the silence, he disappeared.

You never got a name; never got an age; you knew next to nothing about him.

You continued to show up in your usual spot, hating when someone else sat where he would, but you couldn’t be rude and tell them to move.

You weren’t going to stop your hobby of fishing just because he did, but it seemed as though your reason for going to fish had shifted. You had gone expecting to see him walk up with his tackle box and fishing rod at his usual time. You only found yourself disappointed when he didn’t.

Several months passed with no sign of your mystery man. Eventually, you had forgotten about him, his presence a mere, fleeting thought whenever you looked at his old spot.

The day he returned, he was almost unrecognizable under the light of the moon.

The cool spring weather had morphed into hot summer evenings and transitioned to chilly, late-summer-early-fall nights while he was absent. Instead of the basic black street clothes of the usual fashion that the young men of Korea wore, he was dressed professionally and warm.

A long, beige peacoat hung from his shoulders in a way that the width of the shoulder seams did not stretch and, instead, looked perfectly fitted as the length fell to his knees. He wore a black turtleneck that was tucked into black skinny jeans, secured into place by a brown belt with a pair of brown leather dress shoes to match.

He didn’t even wear a hat, revealing his light brown hair. All that remained of his old style was the black mask that he wore to cover his face.

The man held no tackle box in his hand; a cooler hung from his fingers and a camping chair was nudged under his arm. In the place of his fishing rod in the other hand was a small bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, thank god.” He breathed. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I’m still here.” You chuckled. “I’ve been coming here for years.”

He sat as you spoke, repeating the same actions with his chair as you had pictured him doing countless times in the past months. Your fishing buddy was finally back and looking as handsome as ever.

“Have you?” He huffed as he sat back in his chair. “I only just found out about this place back in April. It’s quite nice.”

“Yes, it is.” You agreed, turning your gaze to watch the lights from the nearby city reflect off the surface of the water. He wasn’t changing his voice anymore and you couldn’t help but recognize it immediately.

For a moment, you processed his presence- he was actually here. Then, you turned to him again with your eyes trained on the cluster of yellow flowers sat atop his small cooler, attempting to keep your cool.

“What’s the occasion?”

“A celebration of friendship.” He laughed to himself as he grabbed the bouquet and raised it to you, avoiding your gaze.

“A friendship?” You asked, taking them from his grasp and looking down at them. “These are very pretty. Thank you.”

“I figured it’s been a while since we met and you seem to be incredibly kind, so why not be friends?”

“I don’t mean to be rude- I’m totally cool with being friends with you- but I don’t even know your name.” You laughed, hoping that this would finally be the day he revealed himself.

“I’ll only tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Easy.” You laughed. “My name is Y/N.”

“Please don’t... freak out or anything...” He muttered, raising his hand to take his mask off his face. Your heart beat wildly in anticipation.

As soon as he peeled the loop from his ear, your mouth slightly fell open on its own accord and you were suddenly starstruck by the fact that Kim Seokjin sat next to you.

“My name is Seokjin.” He kept his gaze lowered as if he was ashamed of his identity.

“I’m a huge fan.” You were speaking impulsively, unable to think about your words with the beautiful man so close to you. What else could you say?

“Oh, are you?” He asked, slowly lifting his gaze to meet your own.

“I am. It is very nice to meet you, Seokjin.” You were keeping yourself under control and you had no idea how, practically vibrating in your chair.

“And it’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Reaching into his cooler, he plucked out a bottle of soju and two shot glasses. “Care to share a drink over our newfound friendship?”

Grateful for the distraction, you took one of the glasses. “I’d love to.”

Your friendship with the idol bloomed. Under the strict condition that you never told anyone of your meeting spot- not that you wanted to or anything- you and Seokjin would continue to meet up on occasion and fish, sharing a drink or two and learning about each other.

When he found out about your love for his own band, he laughed and teased you for being a fangirl. When he continued to show up after the revelation, it exhumed ultimate trust that you couldn’t resist returning.

The other strict condition of your friendship was that you couldn’t meet anywhere but the beach. Six months of seeing the man you were gradually falling for in one spot became exhausting, but you couldn’t complain. Sure, you couldn’t go out for coffee or see a movie because of the fact that there were eyes everywhere, but you were okay with having your own little secluded paradise away from society.

It seemed that patience wasn’t one of Seokjin’s better traits, because even he came to complain about hanging out with you anywhere away from the brackish water.

One signed confidentiality agreement and an established set of rules later and he was being sneakily rushed into your already open front door so that the neighbors wouldn’t see him. It sort of reminded you of your younger days when you were sneaking a boy in so that your parents wouldn’t catch you.

His schedule wouldn’t allow you to see him more than two times a week, but it allowed for the two of you to retain a certain level of privacy that taught him more patience. Despite the lack of consistency, each time he came to see you sent butterflies into your stomach and a need to grow closer.

It only took a month of him visiting you before the media began getting suspicious of Jin’s whereabouts. His disappearances from his home to undisclosed locations drove the world into speculation of a solo career or a new music video- or a woman.

The more the rumors ran around, the less you saw of your friend.

It was hard to be apart from Seokjin, fully aware of the fact that you were falling for him. The idea that he could possibly have feelings for you was next to impossible to believe; all you were to him was a break away from the fame and cameras. Even as he rest his head on your shoulder with an arm around your waist while you watched a movie from your couch, you found it hard to believe there was a possibility for more.

You had the world in your embrace. How could you possibly ask for more?

A year of being friends with Seokjin proved to be the ultimate trial to test your patience. You never stepped out of line, hardly ever let yourself dream of being with him, but always imagined what it would feel like to press your lips to his gorgeously plump ones.

To say you passed the test was a decently literal way of putting it.

Exactly one year and two months of knowing Kim Seokjin, not including when he was a nameless man who you sat with, was all it took for him to start showing signs of more.

You sat in your usual spots on the beach, drinking soju, when he turned to you and asked if you ever thought of dating him.

“All the time.” You blurted in response, cursing under your breath immediately afterwards at your lack of hesitation.

Instead of responding, Seokjin burst out laughing. He tipped his head back and guffawed to the night sky but all you could do was laugh cautiously with him in confusion. Worry raised in your heart at the chance that you finally crossed the line even as you swooned over his endearing laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You built up the courage to ask after he calmed a bit.

“I promise you that I am not laughing at you. I’m actually laughing at myself.” He wiped a building tear from the corner of his eye.

“Why?” You asked.

Instead of responding to your question, he turned to you with all hints of joking wiped clean by the serious expression on his face.

“Do you want to date me?”

You stopped breathing for a moment at his question, heart seemingly skipping a beat and fingers gripping your chair tightly in disbelief.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Please let me know if I’ve crossed the line, but would you like to go on a date with me?” He grabbed your hand in his and held it close to his body. Even in the cold weather, his hands were as warm as ever.

Kim Seokjin thought he was crossing the line? He thought he was shooting his shot to someone he had a minor possibility of dating? Being patient couldn’t have been more rewarding than in that moment.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

Of course, the media was all over your first date with the man.

Even from inside the fancy restaurant you sat in, you could see the camera flashes from across the room in your secluded corner. Seokjn simply waved them off and continued to sip on his wine, telling you to pretend that they weren’t there.

For you, the pressure was intense. The entire world sat on your shoulders as they tried to scare you away from the man you loved.

Despite the harsh scrutiny and the offensive comments, your time of waiting on Seokjin had thickened your skin and reinforced your resolve. Your ultimate test of patience left you with a sense of serenity in the tense world.

You could wait for the attacks to die down. You could be patient- Kim Seokjin was worth it.

As time went on, people cared less and less about your relationship after realizing that you weren’t going anywhere. You had predicted as much.

To celebrate your two-year anniversary together, your boyfriend finally asked you to move in with him.

He was nervous, to say the least. Seokjin wanted you to live with him because he found your apartment to be quite small- it was about time to give you more.

Now, two days after the proposal to move in- on his free weekend- he was helping you move out of your apartment.

Everything was going smoothly, as he expected, up until the moment you told him to go into your closet and grab the box of clothes you had set aside to donate.

He wasn’t expecting to find a small box stuffed into the back of your closet with BTS in large sparkly letters decorating the top. After he pulled it out and dusted it off, he opened it to find photocards and trinkets of his brother, Hoseok.

Gingerly, he dipped his fingers into the box and pulled out a tiny, pink pouch that perked his interest- Seokjin never faired well with fighting his curiosity of material things.

Pulling out the small chain, he let a grimace riddle his features whilst he surveyed the six silver letters of Hoseok’s name adorning it.

“Oh.” He heard from behind him, causing him to jump and quickly drop the pouch and bracelet back into the open box in his lap. “So you found those.”

“What is all this?” He asked while gesturing to said box, an ugly inferno of jealousy beginning to curl inside his stomach and snake its way up his throat. All Seokjin could think about was the fact that Hoseok was your bias and not him. Sure, he never asked, but you could have at least told him that he had competition.

“I- uh-“ You stuttered. Your hesitation to answer warranted him to stand and approach you with an eyebrow cocked and a storm brewing in his eyes.

“Am I just a ploy to get to him?” Seokjin’s anger was obvious, yet you couldn’t help the lick of excitement as he became possessive over you- a trait you rarely saw on the man.

“No!” You were quick to answer his question, closing the space between the two of you to grab his hands in your own. “Babe, I swear! Those are from years ago! Before I met any of you!”

Although Seokjin knew that you were telling the truth, he still seethed in response and let his jealousy show. You seemed to like the jealous side of him, so he decided to maximize his advantages of the situation. It was also hard to ignore that he was growing slightly uncomfortable in his pants.

“Then why do you still have them?”

“Because my friend made them for me and they’re special!” You defended, wanting him to hold your hands. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly and pulled you so that your body was flush against his. You were left to stare up at his towering frame.

“Well,” He chuckled, letting go of your hands and bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise but he only growled and smacked you on the ass with so much force that you yelped out in pain.

Seokjin threw you down on your tiny bed and you looked up at him in anticipation when you noticed the sly smile thinning his plump lips. He leaned down, placing a knee between your legs, as his gaze locked with yours.

“I’ll give you something fucking special, J-hope stan.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname, bringing your arms up to wrap around your shoulders as he pecked you on the lips and trailed his lips down the side of your neck.

Once he placed a kiss on top of your clothed nipple, Seokjin wasted no time in lifting your shirt over your chest to press his tongue and lips against you. You sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tipped your head back and let him work over your areola.

“Does Hobi know how sensitive you are here?” He asked, licking your nipple immediately after. He brought his thumb to the other one as he kissed it again. “Would he even figure it out?”

Instead of answering, you threaded your fingers into his hair blindly, wrapping your legs around his waist while he lowered his mouth further down your body. The notion left you quaking in its wake.

His nose feathered down your stomach while he whispered his next question.

“Does he know how soft your skin is?” Seokjin pressed his lips to the skin of your waist and you craned your head up to look down at him, catching his gaze promptly. Seeing his lips against your skin had your legs pressing against his sides even tighter. “Would he even appreciate it?”

He backed up and pulled your underwear and shorts down your legs to bare your pussy to him, not wanting to tease you at all. He was on a mission and you wouldn’t stop him.

By the time he got his face between your legs, you were already spasming and dripping.

Your boyfriend looked at you with a smirk on his lips. “Could he get you this wet?”

His tongue pushed between your folds and flattened to rub against your clit to lap up once with a groan building in his chest before he pulled away. “Would he even taste you?”

You whimpered, dependent on Seokjin for pleasure as he pressed his tongue on your clit and slid two fingers into your depths to scissor you open. For a good minute, he pumped his two fingers into you and shoved his tongue onto your bundle of nerves as if trying to completely lick it off your body.

Your first orgasm was sharp and intense, causing you to cry out and dig your fingers into your boyfriend’s scalp. He pulled his lips away from you for a moment to look up at your heaving body.

“Could he even find how sensitive you are right-“ He brushed his fingers against the spot that had your mind reeling. “-here? Could he make you feel good? How would he even begin to try?”

The oversensitivity had your senses dulling and your lips babbling. “He wouldn’t. God, Jin. He wouldn’t.”

He continued to sink his fingers into you, harshly laving over your clit with his tongue in between his words as if he were fucking you already.

“You just-” Slurp. “-taste like-” Suck. “-fucking candy, baby.” You gasped at the loss of contact and squealed every time he returned his tongue and covered you with his plump lips to wildly swirl the hot muscle into you.

Being forced into more orgasms wasn’t new for you, however, it was always on his dick that you sobbed your way through countless climaxes. The pleasure of being pushed over the edge by his tongue was completely new and unabashedly erotic.

You screamed and writhed against Seokjin’s hand splayed possessively over your stomach, trying to get away from the contact but helplessly struggling against him. One after the other, you were painfully shoved into cumming, but it’s only when you squirted onto his chin that he finally let up.

“I bet he couldn’t make you squirt like that.” He darkly chuckled.

You, sweaty and breathless, lay under him with a bead of drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth. Mindlessly, you affirmed his statement.

“He couldn’t. He couldn’t.” It was almost as if you were chanting now.

“You’re damn right, he couldn’t.” Seokjin stood on his knees and quickly pulled his jeans down just enough for his dick to pop out before eagerly settling himself between your shaky legs once more.

Pussy raw and throbbing, you needed him to fill you properly to balance out the sensitivity on your clit. It was almost painful.

“This pussy is mine.” Seokjin grabbed his dick and looked down to slap his tip against your clit repeatedly. Your legs jerked in result, body responsive to the slightest touch on your nub. “You’re all mine.”

“Jin,” You whimpered. “Please.”

“I know, baby. I know. Be patient.” And he slid in slowly.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and threw your head back into the pillow again. The pleasure was blinding and you tensed your entire body at the sensation of him stretching out your insides.

“He could never know how tight you are.” Seokjin grit his teeth as he bottomed out. “How fucking warm-” You gasped and your eyes rolled back as he nudged his hips to try pushing himself further inside you, succeeding in dipping slightly deeper into your walls and crowding himself against your womb almost uncomfortably. “-you are.”

At this point, all you could do was sob in confirmation. “He couldn’t.”

“I’m not gonna lie.” He pulled out and thrust into you once, then twice, and then paused while heaving above you. “You got me all worked up with how cute you sound so I won’t last very long. I’m going to need you to cum one more time. Can you do that for me, love?”

You nodded almost immediately, knowing that all he needed to do was toy with your clit to send you over the edge.

With a harsh beat, your lover ferociously fucked into you and grabbed one of your thighs to widen your legs. With each clap of his skin into yours, you let out a small huff while he literally fucked the air from your lungs.

“Cum, baby. Cum right now.” He strained.

“I-” You cried, holding onto him for dear life as you desperately needed that last nudge to send you hurtling towards ecstasy. “I can’t. I n-need-“

“Hobi can’t fuck you like this, Y/N. Can’t fill you up and make you scream like I can. But you can’t cum for me?” He smashed his swollen lips onto yours and messily pushed his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two of you. “What do you need, baby? What do you need me to do?”

Your clit practically screamed for attention from your prior orgasms, but you were too focused on not actually crying to tell him. Instead, you snaked your hand down your body towards yourself and Seokjin followed your trail down to where your bodies joined, noticing immediately how swollen and red your clit was. His expression softened in realization.

“Oh, does my girl need her pussy touched?” He crooned roughly.

You nodded feverishly, sniffling.

“Okay, love. I’ll touch.” And he did.

Your orgasm was almost instantaneous. Your body, battered and exhausted, trembled as it seized up to accept his thrust for the last time that evening. In all its pain and bliss, your climax was glorious.

“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck-” Seokjin growled as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “Squeezing me all tight like that. You’d never squeeze Hobi like that.”

Even through your pleasure, you felt him clutch onto you tightly, slowing his thrusts and sinking himself deeply to empty his release into you.

“That’s my girl.” He groaned after he stilled, slumping against you. For a moment, the two of you breathed and relaxed in each other’s presence.

You chuckled, turning your head to kiss his head. “That was pretty hot, babe.”

His head shot up from your shoulder immediately. “Not at all! How could you stan Hobi and not me?”

“Babe, I was so much younger. Of course, the one who is a literal ball of sunshine was my bias. You can’t get enough of Hobi.”

“But I’m your boyfriend…” His eyebrows turned up at you and pouted all the while his dick still lay wedged between your legs. Slowly, you pushed him off of you so that you could go clean up.

As you stood, you walked to the bathroom and laughed again. “Yes, you are.”

Even as you were walking away, you heard him mutter under his breath.

“Hobi would never walk away from me like that.”

All you could do was giggle at his statement, knowing that he would eventually get over it. 

Kim Seokjin was the one you loved. Who was Jung Hoseok?

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Not The One For You

Rodrick x Reader

Warning - Smut (don’t be too hard on it )

Summary - Rodrick’s parents don’t like you so you are having dinner with them to change their mind

Rodrick Heffley wasn't the brightest kid. It was pretty much universally known. So when you told your friends that you were dating the wannabe rock star. It's not like you two were that different. You liked the same music, both had an alternative style, both of you were older siblings, had families who only saw reasons to be disappointed in you. On the outside you two getting together seemed to make a lot a sense. However there were a lot of differences that your friends decided to focus on. Specifically that you were actually really smart and wanted a life that was normal. Well halfway normal. You were excited to keep the alt style but you wanted an actual job. Granted you were trying to be a mortician but still. You wanted the job, the house, the family and well Rodrick wanted the fame and the glory of being a musician.

"You guys are acting like me dating him now means I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him," You point out, "we are 17.... the only thing we know is that we like each other right now."

"Yeah but it's Rodrick," One of them points out, "he's incapable of taking care of himself. This is gonna be your life."

"Exactly! I mean what if you do end up getting like married?"

"Then I handle it then," You answer, "you are looking way too deep into this. We are just dating."

"Babe you ready?" Rodrick calls over.  You look back to see him a little bit down the hall from the circle of girls gathered around my locker.

"Of course Rod," You say as you shut the locker leaving your friends behind as you meet your boyfriend. He drapes his arm around you with a big smirk. Moving to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. My friends weren't the only ones who have problems with us. Rodrick's parents also found a lot to not like in our relationship. First of all Rodrick's mother is well- controlling to say the least. She saw another person in his life dressed in chains and all black, so she decided that I was just like the other people he hangs around with. Ignoring all the parts about me that aren't just my style. And whatever feelings about me his dad had all turned negative when Rodrick forgot to lock his bedroom door and his mom walked in.

"How was your day beautiful?" he asks as we head out to his van.

"It was slow- my calc teacher was riding my ass," You tell him, "deadass he wouldn't leave me alone. He sent me to the office for my outfit and they sent me back saying that it wasn't agaisnt dress code- because it isn't. And this mother fucker looks me dead in the eye and says- 'well if you didn't dress like a hooker I'd feel comfortable teaching you' which is like first off what the fuck."

"Thats gross- did you report him to the office?" Rodrick asks, "do I need to kick his ass?"

"I reported him and I called my mom- who by the way apparently is still on the phone with the principal," You say chuckling lightly, "and no you don't have to kick his ass- mostly because if you did.... you wouldn't win."

"Oh I totally could," He says, "I'm strong as hell."

"uH Rodrick babe I love you but he's the football coach and weighs 300 pounds," You say trying to explain it to him, "you'd get crushed. I still love you tho."

"I'm upset- I could kick his ass.... especially if he's being gross to you," Rodrick says. You nod unconvinced.

"How was your day?" You ask him.

"Boring - however I appreciated the pickup lines during history," He says, "it was cute..."

"I was gonna send my tittes but then I remembered your mom still reads your messages," You say smirking.

"Oh I missed out," He says, "think we can make a detour for a quicky in the car?"

"Your mom wants us there early," You remind him, "plus she's still on the fence about us being alone since she caught us in your room." He rolls his eyes lightly as we climb into his van.

"Yeah but let's say we make a detour to the store hookup in the back of the van and then grab some flowers or something for her to make it seem like we stopped for her," Rodrick suggests, "or maybe like a cake or something. To ya know show the peace..."

"Fine but you'd have to be quick," You tell him, "and you better tell me that your van is clean back there. Last time I got pizza in my hair."

"Clean... no it's not clean," He says, "but I brought a blanket and we can like spread it over the back... It'll be  fine..."

"Fine but the second I touch rotting food it's over," You say firmly. He smirks as he changes the course towards the store just up the street. He makes sure to get in the back line of the parking spots taking the furthest one from the store. He climbs in the back first shoving the trash around the back. The finally throws the blanket down across the back.

"Just like imagine rose petals and a bed and shit," He says. It's quite literally the opposite of the romance that I'd prefer but he's a giant punk dumbass so you have no idea why you would of thought this would be any different.  He sits down and looks at you with a goofy smile. "Malady would you like to join me?" You chuckle before climbing back to join him. The second you get back there he already starts yanking off his shirt. Way too excitedly for his own good. You smile as you move to pull off your layers. Finally as you both get to your underwear he looks at you excitedly. "You're so hot."

"Awe thanks cutie," You say as you climb on his lap moving to meet his lips. His hands fall to your waist. Holding on as you take full control of the situation. You can feel the excitement coursing through him. You chuckle lightly. You move to pull his member free from his boxers. The moving your own underwear to sink down onto his member. He lets out a loud moan as I set the slow pace.

"Mmm you're amazing," He says softly. You chuckle as you quicken the pace. Soft moans filling the car. You can tell you both are moving way more than you thought you would. Anyone on the outside would know automatically what was happening. All you can hope for is no one relaying the information back to Rodrick's mother. "Uhh baby," He moans loudly. You move pulling him into a deep kiss. Feeling the moans through the kiss. You can tell he's not gonna last much longer. You move laying back allowing him to take control. He smirks widely and starts at his assault. The moans filling the van. Echoing off the metal walls. Finally he pulls out. Spilling his load on your legs. "Did you?"

"No not yet," You say slightly annoyed at him finishing before you. He nods pulling your legs on his shoulders. Pulling you towards him. He latches his mouth on your clit trying his best to get you off. He's sloppy. But even the sloppiest technique when your this close could send you way over the edge. Your hand moves over your mouth as you come upon. Stifling the loud moans as you cum. He doesn't stop. He keeps going. Your body feels so good you could scream. He pulls away after a minute catching his breath.  "Come here," You demand. He complies clearly excited to see you like this. You move getting on your hands and knees. He looks like he's about to scream at the sight. He moves pushing himself in with out warning. Pounding into you as fast as he could.

"Mmmm I love you so much," He groans.

"I love you too Rod but please go faster," You moan. He complies. The van was filled with a pure moaning mess. "Oh Rod I'm gonna cum again." You can barely finish the words as you hit your second orgasm. He pulls out as you simply lay down on the blanket.

"Holy fuck," He says as he lays down beside you.

"Fuck Rodrick," You say softly, "we have to go see your parents after this."

"Yeah I guess we kinda went a little too hard," He says softly, "and we still have to actually get flowers or something."

"Ughh think you can manage that?" You ask, "I'm gonna go get cleaned up."

"Yeah what kind?" He asks.

"I don't care get something thats pretty but not a million dollars," You say as you sit up pulling your underwear back on. He nods as he follows suit in pulling on his own clothes. Once you both are fully dressed you climb out of the van. He takes your hand genteelly.

"You're beautiful you know that," He says smiling at you. You move pecking his cheek.

"Thanks Rod."

Once inside the store the two of you split up. You head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Fixing you makeup and hair. Trying to make the whole thing less obvious. You meet him back at the entrance. He's holding two sets of flowers.

"Rodrick I know you're bad at math but I know you can at least count to thirty," You say chuckling.

"Actually I got these daisies for my mom," He says, "and these roses are for you." He hands the bouquet over to you. You take them with a big grateful smile. Moving in to pull him into a quick kiss. As you pull back he moves draping his arm around your shoulders. "Come on beautiful." As you both make your way to his van you can't help but smile. Sure he's not the most romantic boyfriend- he did just fuck you in the back of his disgusting van and instead of cleaning it to do so he threw a blanket over rotting food and old condoms. But the small gestures like the roses and the compliments. Really just prove that he's not as bad of a boyfriend as everyone thinks he is.

It doesn't take us long for you guys to reach his house. He holds your hand as he leads you both into the house.

"Rodrick is that you?" His mom calls.

"Yeah mom!" Rodrick yells back. His mom moves from the kitchen over to the doorway. She looks over us.

"Rodrick it is a 5 minute drive from the school to the house why did it take you almost an hour?" She asks him clearly not happy with you both. You smile nervously as you hand her the flowers. This dinner was my chance to fix the fact his parents didn't like me. And getting railed by their son right before this interaction was very much hurting my chances of this going well.

"We had to go to my mom's shop real quick then we picked up these flowers," You tell her, "sorry my fault. My mom wanted me to bring her a coffee." Her expression softens.

"Awe well thank you," She says, "how was your day Y/n?"

"Oh it was good," You tell her, "very productive."

"That's good! Here come with me I want you to taste this sauce for the pasta," She says brightly, "it's a new recipe." She starts moving off to the kitchen. Rodrick gives you a slightly impressed look before leading you both into the kitchen.

The rest of the dinner actually goes really well. Rodrick's mother despite her reserves after catching you and Rodrick seems to finally have forgiven you. Letting go of the stupid blame she had for you "corrupting her son" or whatever garbage she went on about.

"I hope Rodrick is being a gentleman," Mrs. Heffley says to you.

"Oh he is," You tell her, "he got me roses today. And he's always opening doors for me. Making sure to sent me good morning texts. He's actually a really good boyfriend." He smiles at you. You tighten your grip on his hand. She looks pleased with his answer. Greg starts to make a snarky comment but his brother kicks him from under the table.  

"That's good, I'm proud of you Rodrick," His mother says. His father looks between you and his son. Not completely convinced his son would act like anything other than the slob he knows.

"We are talking about this Rodrick right?" His father asks.

"Yeah actually," You say, "I know it might be hard to believe- I didn't believe it at first."

"What's so hard to believe about it?" Rodrick asks, "she's my girl and I want to make her happy-" The sweet words ending in a loud burp. Both of his parents sigh loudly. You simply chuckle. He looks over to you with a big smile. Then moves pecking your forehead.

"Yeah she's perfect for you Rodrick," Greg says, "anyone who can handle that- you better keep her around."

"Can it nerd," Rodrick says harshly.

"So what are you planning to do after school?" Mrs. Heffley asks you.

"I'm planning to go to school and studying mortuary science," You explain, "Mortician's are a job that's always gonna be there... And it helps that my grandmothers a mortician and is hiring me on her staff when I meet the requirements to join." She nods along to your words.

"Oh so you want a real job," His father says, "hmm Rodrick you could try that some time."

"No thanks old man," Rodrick says, "I'd rather stick something that actually matters. Like music... Not that I think your ambitions don't matter Y/n."

"No I understand," You tell him, "you have your dream and I have mine." You look to his parents. "Real jobs are relative... society is changing and becoming things like musicians and influencers is a lot easier than it was before." His mother chuckles nervously. You know that they have this thing against Rodrick's music. However you also know you want to support your boyfriend way more than you want his parents to like you. "I believe that Rodrick will do great in his music career...."

"Awe thanks babe-"

"If he works for it," You continue, "the music industry is hard and you have to stand out. I'm sure he'll get there but it'll take a lot of work."

"That's well put," His father says.

"She's very insightful," Rodrick says, "right babe?" You chuckle lightly. His mother looks back to you.

"So where is this school your looking at?" She asks you, "is it local? Or are you going away?"

"Oh it's local actually," You explain, "the next town over really but it's like a 20 minute drive." She nods. You give her a soft smile. "It's just a small college. I told Rodrick to check it out. They have a music production course which is apparently really nice."

"I've looked into it," Rodrick says, "and I don't know if school is for me... Considering I barely go when it's free I don't know if I want to pay to skip school all the time."

"You wouldn't be paying for all of it," His dad says, "if you actually go I might help... but you'd have to stay enrolled." Rodrick scoffs.

"School doesn't have to be for you Rod," You say to him, "but it's worth a look ya know. Maybe even a tour. You don't have to decide right now."

"Fine I'll tour it," He says, "we can tour together."

"Did she just get Rodrick to agree to tour a college?" His father asks in disbelief, "this isn't real?"

"Shhh don't say anything he might change his mind," His mother says quietly. Rodrick stabs at his pasta. He takes his last bite and then looks to his parents.

"I'm gonna drive her home," Rodrick says, "we'll probably stop to get something sweet on the way. That good?"

"Yeah of course," His mom says, "it was lovely seeing you Y/n."

"You as well Mrs. and Mr. Heffley, I hope I see you again soon," You say to them.

"Oh well how about you come to Grandpa Heffley's birthday party," Mrs. Heffley offers, "it'll be here and I'm sure the family would love to meet you... And you and Rodrick have been dating for a little bit now so I'm sure they'd love to see more than just the pictures you and Rodrick post online."

"Is that okay with you Rodrick?" You ask him.

"Sure it'll make it a lot less boring," Rodrick says, "can we head out now?"

"Yes Rodrick," His mother says clearly not loving his attitude. You wave to them as you stand. Rodrick leads you both out to his van.

"You sure that it's okay?" You ask, "If you don't want to then I don't have to go."

"It's literally fine," He says as you both get into his van, "honestly if you're there I'll actually have someone who likes me there." He gives you a smile. "I'd love it if you'd go."

"Then I'll go," You tell him, "it's nice that your parents seem to like me again."

"Yeah now I can have you over without my mom making us sit downstairs," Rodrick says, "and I don't have to hear the whole- 'are you sure about y/n?' speeches now." You chuckles.

"That's good," You say, "I love how your parents didn't like me but my mom adores you."

"Oh yeah I know," He says, "not the way I pictured that going honestly. I was afraid your mom would hate me."

"No she loves you!" You exclaim, "she thinks it's good that I'm with someone who likes to have fun... something about how I don't do that enough. And my grandma thinks you're funny."

"You're grandpa doesn't like me," Rodrick points out.

"Yeah well he doesn't really like me either," You add, "he's against anything that's different. I mean he's still harassing my mom about having two kids out of wedlock so there wasn't any hope for you babe."

"Didn't he want you to have like a chasty belt?"

"No he bought me a purity ring," You correct, "I gave it back to him saying that I don't believe in waiting til marriage and he called his priest on me... Ooo if I wear that would your mom like me more?"

"I think after she caught us having sex a thing about being a forever virgin won't really mean much," He says, "even if its a religious thing." You shrug in response.

"I tried," You say, "so whats this sweet thing you want to get on the way to mine?"

"You," He says with a smirk, "your mom home?"

"Not for another hour," You say brightly.

"Good because I think I've still got more in me."

"You're a dog Rodrick."

"And you love it," He says with a smirk.

“I really do.”

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