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always-andromeda · 1 year

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Can I request La Belle Fluer Sauvage for Klitz & AFAB reader,, Where the reader’s been hearing people on campus saying horrible things about her looks so after she breaks down in front of Klitz one night, he decides to show her how much he loves her body 🥺

Author’s Note | ahahahaaaaa, this was one hell of a piece to write. I tried to keep the description of the readers body very vague so that anyone could apply themselves here. but like lmao, this movie takes place in the early 2000s where fuckin heroin chic was a thing and you could literally be completely average sized and still called fat?? so like, it all works out in the end lol.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), oral (female receiving), some light overstimulation, Klitzy gets a liiiittle pussy drunk oop, the description of reader's body is kept vague but folks at the beginning are disparaging and call her a cow ;-; (so if this is triggering to you, maybe consider skipping this one; take care of yourselves, my loves), that's all I can think of!

The second you feel his hand graze your lower back and his lips meeting yours, you feel guilty. It's a touch that you should be familiar with by now. The sensations are the same; a chill runs up your spine and a hum begins to swell in your throat. But the emotion that wells up in your eyes makes you twitch with frustration.

Clenching your knuckles, you wait to just melt into it; for everything to come together perfectly and suddenly make sense. Because you don't like associating Klitz with these worries. He's not your problem, not really. But the longer he lingers the more you remember the sound of those girls snickering.

You remember passing by them in the lunchroom, remember the way they tried their best to look sneaky as they stared in your direction. The part you remember most are the words. They've played on a loop and bounced around the inside of your skull like a screensaver all day ever since you heard them.

"God, what a heifer. Does she really need that much food on her tray?"

"She might not need it, but you know cows, they love to graze."

Then came the stifled cackles as you walked away as quickly as you possibly could away from their table. Body moving on autopilot, you went directly towards the lunch table the tripod had unofficially claimed as their own. Only this time, you didn't meet the greetings of any of the boys as you sat down. You couldn't even bring yourself to eat any of the lunch you'd taken.

Part of you wishes that Klitz had just ignored your silence. But he's never been that kind of boyfriend. Even if he has no clue what to do, he's always worried about you, especially when you don't respond to him placing a hand on your knee under the table.

Not wanting to embarrass you in front of his friends, he figures that he'll ask later. He figures that maybe math class is getting you down again or maybe you didn't get enough sleep. And he figured that the second he kissed you in his bedroom when you both got back to his house, you'd respond then.

But you make none of the happy little sounds he's used to. No contented sigh as his lips attach to your pulse point on your neck. You can tell he's trying so hard to get you hooked, but the only thing that is snagging are your own insecurities.

"Klitzy, stop," you blurt out suddenly and sit up properly, scooching away from him until you're practically on the edge of his bed. He stays rooted in place, watching as you pull your knees up, minimizing yourself as much as you possibly can, it seems.

Klitz doesn't dare to move a muscle when he questions you, "What did I do?"

Your gaze is glued to the plaid pattern of his rumpled comforter. Blinking fast, you answer, "You didn't do anything."

He has a hard time taking the answer at face value. "Okay..." he utters slowly, waiting for something more to leave your mouth.

That's when you swallow thickly and explain, "I just...I don't like my body right now. And if I don't like it, I'm not going to expect you to like it either."

"Oh–" that catches him off guard. He chews on his lip, bites into the flesh so hard that he flinches slightly. Klitz is all too familiar with those days. Because he knows what he looks like. He's well aware that he's not built like the guys at school are. And some days he's proud that he isn't one of those mindless meatheads. But especially in the days before he had you, he often had those same days of complete self loathing.

Those days were soothed by your soft voice calling him handsome, your fingers running up and down his arm, and your lips marking up his chest and throat with smears of glittery lip gloss and hickies alike. All of those things he'd once found to be detestable...he could grow into them.

Klitz tries again, "Do you think I'm ugly?"

Finally, you look at him, worry flooding your wide eyes, "No! Never! I promise you, I'm just–"

"Then why would I find you ugly?"

"Huh?" your brow raises.

"Listen, I might think that I'm ugly sometimes...but you don't. I feel the same way. Even if you think you're ugly...that doesn't stop me from thinking that you're the prettiest girl in the entire world."

Your eyes fall to your legs again as you smile slightly. "Agree to disagree then, I guess." you say with semi-amusement.

Klitz is careful with how he closes the space between you both. He slides forward a bit more, the mattress shifting as he gets closer. "That doesn't sound like a fair compromise," he teases.

"Then what's your idea of a fair compromise?"

"How about I try a little convincing first? You haven't even let me plead my case," his lips are inches away from yours again, hungry to prove their resolve on your skin.

You bide your time before his mouth hits their destination. "What's your case again?"

His breath warms your skin and makes goosebumps flourish all around your shoulders. "I think that you're the prettiest girl–" he kisses you chastely. "–in the entire world."

You chuckle playfully. "Okay, proceed," rolling your eyes, you want to be surprised how quickly he can sway you. How simply the sight of his eager smile as he gets between your legs makes your stomach flutter with elation. Klitz's nimble fingers make quick work of the button and zipper on your jeans and you giggle as you raise your hips to help him pull them down.

Momentarily, you curse yourself for not wearing anything special underneath them. Yet Klitz doesn't even seem to notice or care that these aren't some delicate lace panties. He still pulls them off with the same delicacy as if they were. And something about that makes you want to sob. But you push that down as he reaches for one of the pillows leaned against his headboard and places it right underneath you, getting you at a better angle for his mouth.

His dimples show as he kisses your thighs. Regardless of the texture and appearance of your flesh, they are ever present and betray all of his enthusiasm for his current position. But that smile is soon replaced as his lips part to let out shaky breath.

"Can I see you?" he asks tentatively, licking his lips nervously. "Please, baby?"

Watching his pupils dilate to the size of saucers as you spread your legs slowly, you can't help but laugh a little. It's absurd. It's absurd how often you forget about this feeling and absurd how quickly he fuels your fire with simple gasp. And it's absolutely fucking absurd that you feel that damn sob rising up your throat again. It's as if he was looking at you for the first time all over again. Maybe that's the benefit of his inexperience. With no one else to compare you to, he couldn't possibly be disappointed, right?

"Fuck," the single word comes out with the force of a freight train, like it was just waiting somewhere deep in his chest. It's something carnal and full of worship as licks a stripe up the center of your cunt, parting your folds and getting a taste of the musky arousal beginning to pool between your legs.

The second it hits his tongue he curses again, breathier this time. As much as he wants to take his time, as soon as he's gotten that little bit, he's keen to dive back in completely.

Without another thought into the action, Klitz plunges his tongue into your hole, desperately fucking you with it. His nose nuzzles against your mound and his hair flips wildly as he buries his face into your more and more like you're some sort of non-renewable resource. Like if he doesn't get his fill now, you'll run out of that sweet, tangy nectar that he so loves. And if the guttural groans and moans are anything to judge, you start to believe that he's truly been wanting this for a while.

That want only deepens as his arms hook around your thighs and raise you just slightly from the pillow, getting you closer. And that's when you finally make the contented sounds he likes to hear; the high pitched curses as you pull at your own nipples and the sharp gasps with every bump of his nose against your clit. You're so flushed, so swollen, and so ripe for him. And so close, so quickly.

He's everything you need and more, pleading his case as if he were mere moments away from a death sentence. As if you believing those ideas that you weren't worth any of this would actually kill him. That's how fervently he embraces you; all of you. Like if he didn't love your whole being with his entire being, he wouldn't even be himself.

The thought pushes you over the edge, sends you careening into a climax that practically makes your eyes roll back into your head. You finally let out that sob you'd been holding back. And the relief of it all fills your bones with warmth, even through the startling tinge of overstimulation as Klitz continues on, so lost in your cunt, that he'd barely even realized that you'd finished on his face.

You gasp, "Klitzy, too much!" and push back on his shoulders. Once he pulls away from the intense entanglement, you see his hazel green eyes are dazed behind his fogged up oval lenses and the bottom half of his thin face is covered in you.

He blinks hard a few times and wonders aloud with confusion, "Wait, you came?"

All you can do is throw your head back on the pillow and chuckle to yourself. God, part of you is glad that the rest of your peers are too stupid and superficial to see how attractive he is. Because you can't imagine any of the big, bulky, popular guys at your school being nearly as persistent and passionate as he is.

Klitz flops over beside you, bringing himself to you until he can look you in the eyes again. One of his hands reaches forward to brush some of your disheveled hair back behind your ear.

He whispers, "So...did I convince you?"

"I'm not sure," you joke. "I think I'm gonna need convincing on a regular basis now."

"I can always do that. I was captain of the debate team during sophomore year." Klitz replies matter of factly.

You can't even bring yourself to cringe at the little quip. Because you could never find him unappealing. So instead you smile coyly and giggle, letting him pepper your face with little kisses even though his lips are still wet from you.

"Don't worry," he says, "As long as you need me to, I'll keep trying to convince you."

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bug-eyed-bum1234 · 1 year

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🫶Klitz with a K & Candy Necklaces// Klitz x !Fem reader🫶

CW: Mature themes!

Neck kissing, single cvm mention, sexy costumes mentioned, boobs, the ass word. Alcohol mentioned, skinny dipping mention. No full on smut.

Summary: You are at a halloween party when a boy catches your eye, you get to talking and start craving candy, especially the candy wrapped around his neck. Your cravings make him crave something more...

This is my first Klitz fic! Enjoy! <3

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The party was obnoxious. Music blaring, the self proclaimed "Alpha Males" chugging beer, spiked punch, and taking bodyshots off of the number of wasted skinnydippers. You honestly wouldn't have been there if it weren't for Danielle wanting you to meet her new neighbor/boytoy/guy she can make strip in the middle of the street.

Ok that was a lie. It was also a costume party, and this year you decided "fuck it, senior year in highschool. I deserve to be sexy this Halloween". So that's exactly what you decided to be.

You chose the popular character Ghostface as the victim of your Whoreificationᵗᵐ. Complete with black stilettos, fishnets, a mini-skirt, a cute, lowcut crop top, and the mask attached at your hip for easy access. The whole nine yards.

Sitting next to Danielle on the couch, sipping on something sweet, pink, and sparkly, that you had taken from her, knowing she doesnt drink. Although you wanted to have fun this year, you still weren't the drinking type. Your eyes sifted through the crowd, seeing the same few costumes one after the other. Cat...devil.......bunny.......cat......ghostbuster...?

Your eyes landed on a lanky boy with a brown overgrown bowlcut, a pair of ovel silver glasses, and a khaki jumpsuit that seemed one size too small. He was clearly new to highschool parties according to his nervous demeanor. You recognized him as the kid that sits behind you in english, right next to someone named Matt that seemed to be his friend. You had been eyeing him up in class for a while, but this was practically like handing him to you on a silver platter.

"Hey Danielle, i'll be back." You mumbled, not even looking back as your pink stained lips tugged to a smirk. Candy wrappers crunched under your feet as you walked to him. "Hey, Ghostbusters right?" You pepped, eyebrow cocked. "Oh uh, yeah. Thanks" He spat out, looking over the tops of peoples heads. He couldn't look in your eyes if his life depended on it, however, he didn't want to look down at all. Because of your hight difference, looking down gave him a pretty clear view of your cleavage. "Hey..I recognize you. You have Mr.Garrison in third period right? You sit behind me!" You smiled, tapping at the air inquisitively. "Oh yeah. Yeah I sit behind you." He started to loosen up as you chatted about class and how boring it is. You felt a wave of confidence suddenly, so you had go do something about it.

"I've actually really been wanting to get to know you more!" You said, bubbly as can be. You tugged on his jumpsuit, indicating for him to follow you to the couch. While you were gone, the couch had filled up. Perfect. You sat him down then carefully flopped down horizontally on his lap, your elbows resting against the armrest of the couch.

"So, Mr.Ghostbuster. I dont think I got your name." You shifted in his lap, brushing up against him, fauxfully coy.

"Klitz." He said quickly, not wanting to make a peep from the friction you were causing.

"Your name is Klitz?"

"With a K"

"Well, Klitz with a K, I really like your costume. Its much better than all the copy-paste sexy firefighters and police officers that all the other guys are wearing" You roll your eyes, sticking your tongue out with a 'blech' sound. "Im honestly suprised youre here. You don't seem like the party type, but you sure to seem like mine!" You tease, letting the feeling of your ego and his erection against your clothed thighs get to you. He freezes up, letting out a small sound that got whisked away in the sound of yelling. His face got even hotter as you started to trace your finger along the candy necklace adorning his neck.

"You're the one I keep hearing about with the good grades. The teacher keeps raving about you. Thinking about applying for a good college?" You ask, staring daggers into his foresty eyes. "I actually have a scholarship for Yale. So.." He trailed off shakily as you cut in. "Wow! Yale huh! And you already got a scholarship? You must be really smart. Thats very admirable Klitz." You praised him on and on like it was a TEDtalk speech. "Thank you. Really, thank you. You're a pretty good student too. You actually laugh at his dumb jokes which is nice." He adds, finally letting go a little bit, stomach still doing flips. You sipped your drink, purposefully letting some spill down your lips and onto your chin. You wiped your chin with your thumb before licking the sweetness off, lust flooding your eyes as you stared into his.

Once again, your hand came up to tangle in the candy necklace on his neck. Greed overtook you and you asked him one question that changed his whole night.

"Can I have some?"

Without thinking, he said yes. He started taking off the necklace before he felt your hand hit his lightly. "Nuh-uh. Could you keep it on for me?" You toyed. He couldn't help but oblige. He has been crushing on you since the beginning of junior year and now he has you in his lap, asking to eat candy off his neck. Of course hes going to snatch up that opportunity.

You went from laying on his lap horizontally, to straddling him, one hand on the back of the couch stabilizing yourself, the other creeping up the nape of his neck before lightly pulling his hair, giving you full access to the candy. You breathed down the front of his neck, his adam's apple bobbing from anticipation. You slowly licked across a few of the candies. Then bit down on one, nipping his skin a little in the process, causing his mouth to gape. His fingers dug into your lower back unconsciously. As you ate a few more pieces of the necklace, you not only felt his erection creep back, but the slight rutting of his hips up into you. Already close to the edge. You decided that this was a good sign. You still asked "May I kiss your neck Klitz? Properly this time?". He nodded quickly, too breathless to even say a quick "yes".

You sank back into him, kissing him feverishly. Sucking at his supple skin, salty from the warmth of the room. You didnt care though, he tasted so sweet to you. You made harsh marks, then quickly easing them with your tongue. You marked up his neck, to his soft jawline then stopped at his lips.

"May I?" You whispered. He answered you with a deep kiss, his big hands pulling your face to his, then tucking your hair out of the way.

You did the same, lightly resting your hand on his cheek, when you felt a slight wetness touch your palm. He was so overwhelmed with everything. Your teasing. Your praise. Your mouth. Tears sprung to his eyes as he whined into your mouth, tongues intertwined. The grip on your back went even lower, now gripping at your ass, his knuckles turning white. His hips bucked beneath you one last (very sloppy) time. He pulled away from the kiss quickly, gasping for air. He coughed out a whimper, then came to his senses.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Shit. I am so sorry. Im so so sorry that was wrong of me. I didnt mean for that to happen. This was just new and different, I havent felt that before and. Shit this isnt making anything better." He rambled mindlessly into his hands, hiding his face, wishing he could just dissolve into the couch. He just came in his boxers and his dorky Ghostbusters costume because a girl kissed him. He would have kept on apologizing if he didnt feel a marker writing agaisnt his collarbone.

"What are you doing?"

"Signing my masterpiece, along with my number." You said, eyelashes batting as you made a show of putting the cap back on the pen. You buttoned up his collar all the way, hiding the marks you left, not telling him about the sparkly lipgloss on his cheek. "Go find your buddies. Im sure they are looking for you!" You said, helping him up from the couch and offering him a cup of ice water.

"Thank you. That was...wow." He says, a cheesy grin plastered across his face. You trailed one hand up his arm and draped it over his neck, twirling his cute brown hair. "I'll be expecting a call soon Klitz with a K." You said before kissing him on the cheek and heading off to find Danielle to tell her all about the boy you just made out with.

He sat for a little longer, still dazed, trying to comprehend what just happened. His friends, Matt and Eli found him grinning on the couch, leg crossed over, drink in hand.

"Woah Klitz, what happened to you? Why are you so happy? DIDYOUGETLAID??" Eli said, pervy as always.

"Dude, you cant just ask that. Whatever it is, im sure he will tell us when hes comfortable." Matt replied, trying to take the stress off his friend.

They walked to Klitz's car, Eli called shotgun.

Eli looked over, his eyes widened with his usual curious spark.

"So, are we just to assume you applied lipgloss to your cheek and lips this morning?"

"Oh shut up."

AN: I had so much fun writing this!! It really was a blast. This boy has been plaguing my mind for so long now. Sorry for any grammar mistakes! <33

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jjsfavgirl · 2 years

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Relatable…jk….

#paul dano #klitz x reader #klitz x y/n #klitzy

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klitzkun · 2 years

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ONE OF THE BOYS | Klitz x Reader

Your crush on Klitz has never gotten in the way of one another’s affairs, that is until a very pivotal moment, The Prom.

All characters are 18 and plus

Word Count: 10,261

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Swearing, Sexual Content, You being slightly insecure, Major Angst, Klitz and You both having a shitty day (you both bitches fr. It’s ok tho, I love y’all), fluff at the end, AFAB reader

A.N: Not 100% accurate to the movie but follows plot pretty closely. I mostly wanted to make a fanfic that focuses(I didn’t focus on it a lot a lot tho) on the kinda weird dynamic with the porn stars being adults and the group barely being 18. No hate to the movie though, one of my favorites. Just thought “I’ve never seen one focus on it(if there is one, I’m sorry I didn’t see it!) so might as well make one haha”. Anyways, I posted this on my phone so my apologies if it’s a little wonky! I don’t have a laptop rn. I’ve also never published any of my fanfic’s on here before, be nice please. I hope you enjoy! :3

WESTPORT HIGH

“Dude c’mon! You know she’d give you some banging head if you just asked” The perv suggested; Eli: who never knows when to stop and has definitely tried to get in your pants a couple too many times.

“She’s not like that, she’s different” He ran his fingers through his hair anxiously; Matthew: the goody two-shoes, a little too good for your liking.

The tall one sat awkwardly as the two exchanged bicker, and you… you were definitely paying more attention to how his shaggy hair fell on his head perfectly than the fighters.

You laughed, “Awe see, the wedding is definitely still on” evoking a laugh from him; Timothy Klitz, your best friend and your crush since freshman year; having him choke on his drink.

“Guys, I love pussy too much,” Eli affirmed breaking an over-confident smile, causing eye rolls from the entire table. “Obviously it doesn’t love you, virgin” You bit back, Matthew and Klitz’s eyes widening as Eli scoffed, “I’m just too high on demand from all these ladies to choose just one”

“Yeah right, one hasn’t even chosen you” You stood up, “Anyways this lunch is shit, sonic?” All three voiced in agreement.

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SONIC

Everyone gathered in the ford’s bed enjoying their collective food. “Everyone has a date to the prom, right?”

The question settled before any gave an answer, starting with Klitz, “…No” causing heads to turn, in confusion.

“What about Ada and you?” Matthew questioned, You guys barely knew Ada but they seemed to get along. “Yeah I heard that the nerds are always the freakiest” Eli chimed in. ”ELI” Matthew and you scolded. Eli mockingly mouthing the scold, causing a smack to his arm. “Yeah, Xander and her banged in the band room, made up apparently” Klitz recalled.

“I told you nerds are f-“ “BROOKS” “Ok ok” Eli surrenders his fight, putting his hands up as if to support his claim.

“I really wasn’t into her anyways,” Klitz admits,you'd think it’d make you feel better but nope worse actually, not only would he have gone with someone he didn’t like but now he has no date. “How come?” Surely that isn’t too invasive, but as the silence is filled with wrappers you can tell it probably is. Looking down at your phone you see the time 12:45, time to get back.

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Your wine red dress stuck perfectly onto your form, your back only being covered by the tied strings left you feeling chilly, your elbow length black gloves definitely not giving any warmth. You wish Klitz was there complimenting you ”You look so pretty babe, I’m so lucky to have you” but at last, he only views you as one of the boys, definitely not a consideration. You threw your chunky black heels on and stepped outside, a limo surprising you, the years before you all would cramp up in whoever was driving’s car and be on your bumpy and scary but very merry way.

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WESTPORT HIGH

The plan is simple enough, distract the principale, sneak into the library, film the Sex Ed flim and get the fuck out but it could never be that easy, right? As you all walk to the hallway door, jocks stop you all, ganging up immediately. You sigh as Matthew speaks to them, words of “c’mon” and “I have a proposal for you” sparks their interest and they follow along with you all.

Walking through the hallway is quiet, boring enough for you to sneak a look at Klitz holding the arms with April, her blond locks falling down her shoulders beautifully, you can’t help but feel weird about it. You weren’t super keen on the entire plan from the start, but especially weren’t keen on Klitz having a porn star date dropped onto you in the limo. Danielle had offered to get someone for you when she saw your reaction to Klitz, but you declined.

You couldn’t even bag a guy your age, you’d rather not deal with one older. Your stomach churned with the thought of Klitz possibly going home with her tonight, your overwhelming thoughts were cut off by Matthew telling Klitz “Keep watch” and you to help with lighting.

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You checked lighting, watching Matthew explain the plan to the jocks, “You guys are gonna help demonstrate with them,ok?” they were scared shitless, which was a sight to see but you couldn’t even enjoy it with your heart turning every 5 seconds.

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Well that plan didn’t work, they finished almost immediately, Eli called break and you all huddled together, “Well I can’t do it, I’m producer” Eli pointed out, “I literally have a vagina” You joked. “I’ll do it,” Klitz said.

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After some preparation, Klitz was now sat next to April who was in a more revealing outfit. You stood by Eli as he looked through the camera, you were flaunting a supportive smile even though you felt like melting into the floor. “I know this isn’t professional but I think you’re really cute” April confessed, “I mean it, you’re really cute.” You forced that smile to stay as she ran her hand on his thigh or otherwise your feelings would definitely be exposed.

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The stars had one last thing to do and that was the final course you could say, the vaginal penetration. You could sit through every other thing, but this you knew wasn’t going to go well for you. “And now we will demonstrate how to properly penetrate the vagina!” Ferrari exclaimed, Klitz sat with a mesh mask on, making his identity unknown.

You played with your fingers to ease the anxiety you were feeling, Matthew stood by you, “You okay?” He whispered, “Yeah, isn’t this kinda weird though” you asked. He nodded before continuing to watch the show.

Klitz pulled off his robe exposing his “Penis and scrotum!”.

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You just saw Timothy fucking Klitz inside of a pornstar, you couldn’t move, for some reason didn’t leave before you knew the unthinkable was gonna happen. Your head ran with so many thoughts but the top one was you need to speak to your best friend.

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You pulled Klitz into the computer room, his soft expression being illuminated by the resting computers. “What is it?” He questioned, you could tell he was taking your troubled expression in, “I- well, I think this is all fucking weird” You sat down, “Is it me?” His voice is as soft as his features.

“What do you mean?” Shit, he’s clueless. “Yes but no'' you couldn’t bear to tell Klitz all of what you were feeling, the jealousy, concern, disgust, and you know…how you just saw your best friend’s first time inside some porn star, and not you.

“It’s weird seeing you, with her like I wouldn’t expect you to do that” The silence grew loud, you swore you could hear your own heart beat. “It must be weird seeing someone like that attracted to me” Like that? What does that me- “Klitz n-“ His voice silencing yours, “No I get it, I’m just the one no one thinks anyone could be attracted to” his hand reaching for the door.

“That’s not what I meant Klitz” you explain, “Jealous?” excuse me? All of the concern and hurt went to anger.

“You know what” you spat out, staring up at Klitz, his smirk still frozen on his face.“What?” he mocked, it growing ever so slightly, you couldn’t help but notice how his robe fell off his shoulders and the light made his sweat glisten on his collarbones.

“Fuck you Timothy and fuck this!” His mouth opened as if he wanted to speak but before he could, “Hey, we gotta get back to filming man” Matthew creeped his head into the room, eyeing you down concerned “You okay?” You ignored his question and sped out, barely getting out of the library before tears started dropping.

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You sat down on the steps, your vision foggy. You had liked Klitz all of these years but thought it wasn’t that bad, didn’t think it could cause an argument like this. A few students walked by you, eyeing you down as they stepped past. You probably just looked like another miserable student that got dumped for someone hotter and better. You leaned your head into your knees, letting all your emotions out.

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“Man, that wasn’t cool of you” Matthew confronted, even Eli didn’t have anything to say but “You gotta apologize, chicks dig that” Klitz took a deep breath in before opening the door and sitting down next to you, the two walked pass and mouthed, “Apologize” before getting in the limo. Mouthing “Just text” as they closed the doors, driving off.

“Hey” Klitz said softly, “I’m sorry” You savored the safety of your bent over position before sitting up and wiping your eyes. You couldn’t get yourself to look at him just yet so you opted for the moon. He continued, “I shouldn’t have been such a dick, It must’ve been really uncomfortable for you” You stayed silent ”And I-I don’t want you to think that I don’t care”

He shifted a little before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “I do, it was just, I banged a pornstar in front of my crush.” Crush? You finally moved your head to face him. His black tuxedo was a little baggy on him, and his hair was even more shaggy than before, his angled nose was pointed at the ground as he stared down. Now that you were looking at him, you couldn’t tell why you’d ever be mad at him.

All he ever did was make you happy, and laugh so hard you couldn’t breath, “I’m sorry too Klitzy” You could see a slight smile from him, “But I’m your crush?” You asked, you never thought he’d ever like you like that. He let out a small laugh, “Yeah dude, since we first met each other in freshman. Why do you think I got my corsage as your favorite color?”

You’d been so fueled by jealousy and anger you didn’t even notice it, “Oh my god, You didn’t”. “I did, here”. He pulled out another one ”Can I?” You let your arm out to him as he puts it on. You took a second to stare at it, “It’s beautiful” “Just like you” He said, gaining the biggest smile from you, you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“I love being best friends but let’s try being more” You suggested, now it was his turn to give a big smile “I’d love to.”

P.s: I hope you enjoyed! I never write fanfic to publish so that’s why it’s not as good as some others on here but netherless if you guys have an prompts you want written, I can definitely try my best to make them entertaining for you guys! ^~^

#klitz x y/n #klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz imagine #klitz fanfic #klitz x you #paul dano #paul dano fanfic

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lluvrgrll · 1 year

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Klitz x Reader HC’s

no specific gender!!!

•he likes when you hang out with him and his friends

-you try to go on double dates with Matt and Danielle but you always feel bad for Eli so you end up inviting him

- you guys drive to random places when your bored.. klitz being the one driving and you in the passenger seat

- though the friend group is very antisocial you and Danielle can convince them to go out to parties some weekends

•klitz will literally find any excuse to hang out with you

-he’ll leave random stuff at your house so he’ll have a reason to come back.. when he gets there he’ll say something along the lines of “we’ll since I’m already here..”

-if you ask him to come over while he’s already at Matt’s or Eli’s he’ll stop whatever they’re doing just to come see you

-he’ll beg his parents for you to come on family trips with them. They’ll always say yes but definitely give klitz a lecture on no naughty business 😏

•klitz is a big movie geek..

-he loves watching movies with you.. any movies! old movies, new movies, movies you’ve already seen, funny movies, scary movies, literally any movie..

-he’ll also watch the movie anywhere, but his favorite places to watch movies is at a drive in theater or in your room.. but his very favorite is in his garage where he has a pull out couch and a big sheet hung up for his projector.

- most the time you guys finish the movies but sometimes you guys don’t finish the movies and will either fall asleep or make out.. maybe sometimes other stuff 🤫..

•he’s very clingy

-in private klitz is very cuddly, always laying his head on your shoulder, putting his arms around your waist, always holding your hand, putting your legs over top of his..

-in public he’s not a huge fan of pda but he really loves showing you off. He always holds your hand or puts and arm around your waist, he also gives you a kiss anytime before you guys part ways

- klitz is the type to think your mad at him when you don’t hold his hand or won’t cuddle with him.. he’ll say “did I do something wrong?” And you’ll tell him no but he won’t believe you until you hold his hand..

•klitz tries so hard to be romantic

- he’ll leave you notes in your locker or around your room.. it’ll always say something along the lines of “I love you” “you make me happy :)” or he’ll draw little doodles and put at the bottom “-klitz:)”

-he likes to make little cards with pictures he printed of you or you two and little doodles all over it with a paragraph that just explains how much he loves you..

- he always buys you perfume/cologne he thinks smells good.. he will spend hours in the perfume/cologne section in the mall trying to find the perfect one to fit you..

•he definitely is a stay at home kinda guy

- he’d rather stay at home with you then go out on dates to like restaurants.. he feels like he can be more of himself in closed spaces with just you rather than in public around a lot of people

- if he does decided to take you out it’s usually at places where there’s not a whole lot of people… maybe like picnics or drive in movie theater where he doesn’t have to talk to a bunch of other people

- you know that the only reason he doesn’t take you out a lot is due to his social anxiety.. he constantly feels bad that he doesn’t take you out enough! He feels like you think he doesn’t care but he really does! You have to reassure him that it’s okay :)

tags

#paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano x you #klitz x you #klitz x reader #tim klitz #paul dano klitz #klitz x y/n

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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years

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bubble pop electric

hnnghnnghhnng this is a drabble for klitzy because im a whore. that’s it. (yes it’s based off the gwen stefani song who do you think i am but also off a concept i’ve been thinking about for at least like three months hfhdhdh)

warnings: cursing, suggestive content

you met him at his locker in between classes, him smiling happily at you as you weaved your way through the chaotic hallway.

“hi,” klitz greeted gently as he always did. you hummed and scrunched your nose with a smile, allowing him to gently grab your chin and rub his nose against yours. you giggled and he pulled away, slightly pink considering he had just done that in public (though it wasn’t like anybody noticed, who gave a shit about the nerd who could be pushed over like a toothpick). he awkwardly cleared his throat and glanced around before meeting your eyes once again.

“a-are we still on for tonight?” he asked. you nodded, chewing your bubblegum and blowing a pink bubble from between your lips. klitz smiled when it burst and with one swipe of your tongue the sticky, stretchy substance was back in your mouth.

“yeah, i’m really excited, honey,” you verbally confirmed. “are you thinking about going anywhere specific?” you asked. your boyfriend shrugged.

“no… you just pick anywhere you want to go tonight and i’ll take you, how does that sound?” he proposed. you smiled, your heart fluttering from whatever power that boy seemed to have over you. eli and matt came up and placed themselves next to you and klitz.

“hey y/n,” matt greeted. you gave a little wave and greeted back before looking at the clock on the wall.

“hey, i gotta get to physics, but i’ll see you tonight. okay?” you told your boyfriend. he nodded simply, watching as you took a few movements backward. a lightbulb went off in your head and you immediately backtracked, taking a few fast strides towards him. his green eyes widened behind his glasses as you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt so his ear was right next to your mouth.

“and listen— you better hurry on over, because i’ve got plans for us tonight, hm?” you muttered suggestively in his ear. you pulled back to look at the pink flush on his cheeks, his eyes wide and pupils dilated as he slowly nodded. you reveled in the effect you had over him, staring at his flustered expression proudly.

“dude, what did she say? dude?” eli asked nosily from beside you guys. you hummed before pulling klitz into a kiss to really grind his gears. your boyfriend’s lips were soft, but also slightly chapped. you ran your tongue along his bottom lip and he gladly granted you access inside of his mouth. in a split second you transferred the sweet bubblegum you had been chewing from your mouth to his. let let out some sort of strangled noise before you slowly pulled away from him.

your lips audibly separated from each other and the two of you breathed as your lips barely ghosted over each other, your breaths hot on each other’s cheeks. you heard eli laugh and you backed up with a smirk. in that moment klitz was at your mercy and you could’ve taken him against the lockers. he would’ve gladly let you make him melt in front of everybody right then and there, he was so absolutely lovesick.

instead you started on your way again to physics, wiggling your fingers at the boys as you walked away.

“bye, boys,” you farewelled.

klitz was still staring at you as eli and matt erupted into laughter and teasing, eli giving him a nudge in the ribs with his elbow.

“somebody’s got plans tonight,” he teased. klitz finally broke his frozen state and blinked, as well as slowly starting to chew the gum now in his mouth. how was he supposed to focus for two more hours? jesus christ, the things you did to him.

“hey, dude, were you chewing gum this entire time?” matt questioned from the side. klitz turned an even darker shade of pink and eli cackled.

“no, but y/n was!”

tonight im gonna give you all my loooooooove in the backseat!

#klitz the girl next door #klitz x you #klitz x y/n #timothy klitz fluff #timothy klitz x reader #klitz x reader #timothy klitz #purr klitzy #the girl next door #paul dano x y/n #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano fanfiction #paul dano fanfic #paul dano

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killerlookz · 2 years

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Klitz makes you a playlist—music headcanons! (gn!reader)

a/n : i had the idea to make some cute lil music headcanons for some characters as if they were making you a playlist including what songs they'd put on it for you, and why. so! to start this off, here's what would be on a playlist that Klitz has made for you <3 (i know the very beginning of this is formatted like a fic, I swear its not haha)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You've been going out with Klitz for exactly three months now, and the two of you could not be any happier. And while Klitz can appreciate that maybe three months is not one of those "special" anniversaries like six months or a year, he still wanted to do something cute for you to celebrate the occasion.

You step into Klitz's car, ready to leave for the little date he's planned for the two of you tonight. You shut the door behind you and lean slightly over the center console to place a quick kiss on Klitz's cheek. After some small hellos and blushy complements, Klitz reaches to the side and grabs a clear CD case from the console. With a shaky hand he hands it over to you

"I made this for you." he smiles, "I hope you like it."

You look down at the clear plastic and the holographic disc inside, written neatly on the cover is "For Y/N" with a small heart drawn next to it.

Here's what's on the CD:

(playlist link included at the end)

Track #1: Head Over Heels- Tears for Fears: Klitz chose this song as the opening track because the way this song sounds is exactly the way you make him feel. The upbeat and giddy sound this track has instantly puts a smile on Klitz's face, just like you do. It also just sort of encompasses how he feels as a whole, he's pretty new to this whole relationship thing and is, therefore, a little anxious about it. But at the end of the day, you make him feel incredible and he is absolutely head over heels for you.

Track #2: Step on Me- The Cardigans: Klitz knows the lyrics of this song are a bit melancholy, so he's a little nervous that you may think that's how he views his relationship with you, so he makes sure to clear that up as soon as the CD is in your hands. He just simply likes how there's a certain sweetness to the sound of the song, every time he hears it he can't help but daydream about the two of you slow dancing late at night in his room to it.

Track #3: Domino Effect- Ozma: This track is just one of Klitz's favorite songs. He put this song on the CD in hopes that you'll also enjoy it. He's a little worried about what your opinions on this song will be because he really wants you to like it, he wants to be able to crank this track ALL the way up when he's in the car with you and the two of you sing it at the top of your lungs.

Track #4: Do You Remember the First Time?- Pulp: Honestly, Klitz has a really soft spot for Britpop. He really enjoys it, and Pulp is one of his favorites. He loves the nostalgic feeling that this song, in particular, envokes, and while it obviously does not remind him of you, he hopes that you enjoy the feeling it gives you too.

Track #5: Thinking About You- Radiohead: It's a little sappy but before the two of you got together Klitz used to listen to this song and well... think about you! He had a massive crush, but was always too insecure to ever think you'd like him back :( Klitz always thought this song captured that yearning he felt for you.

Track #6: The Killing Moon- Echo and the Bunnymen: (if I remember correctly I'm pretty sure this song is in the movie too lmao) This is another one of those songs that Klitz just likes. Plus, the air of sensuality this song has makes him think of you. Every time Klitz hears this song he can't help but think of you enthusiastically dancing to it with your arms wrapped around him.

Track #7: Girl from Mars- Ash: This song really makes Klitz think of you. The way this song looks fondly on the girl that it's made its subject makes Klitz think of how he feels about you. Klitz looks at you with the utmost adoration and he feels that this song absolutely captures that feeling.

Track #8: Don't Worry Baby- The Beach Boys: Klitz had a tendency to be pretty anxious, in pretty much every aspect of his life, but he has to admit, you've been a big part in soothing a lot of his anxieties. whether its about college, an upcoming test, or even your relationship, you're always there to make him feel so much better, and this song really reminds Klitz of that fact, so he had to include it.

Track #9: I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams- Weezer: Well, I think it's no surprise that Klitz is a huge Weezer fan, I mean, being a nerdy sort of guy in the early 2000s and all. That being said, Klitz chose this Weezer song in particular because the upbeat tempo and catchy rhythm always puts a smile on his face, and he hopes it makes you smile too!

Track #10: Lovesong- The Cure: To close out the CD, here's the final track! If there is any song that describes how Klitz feels about you its this one, that's why he chose it as the closing track, to sum everything up, and to show you just how much he appreciates you. At this stage in the game, at 3 months, Klitz probably hasn't said 'I love you' yet because he's too nervous, but putting this song on the CD for you is essentially his way of telling you that he loves you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: and that concludes Klitz's playlist for you <3 you can find a link to it here ! I hope you all enjoyed this sort of format bcos i think it's sort of fun and i would loooove to do it for more characters :))

#klitz #klitz x reader #klitz x y/n #paul dano #danonation #the girl next door #klitz the girl next door #klitz x you #klitz headcanons

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thethreeeyed-raven · 2 years

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Boys

chapter one - beach or nah?

chapter two - “I know you didn’t hire a fucking escort.”

pairing : Tim Klitz x Fem!Reader

word count : 802

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, deez nuts joke (i apologise), use of the ‘f’ slur

a/n : if you don’t like the outfit i described, you can look up for some on pinterest :)

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"Do you have the fever?" Matt turned to Klitz, quoting the banner that hung above their heads.

Klitz hummed in thought then turned to his friend. "No, why do you?"

"I don't know, maybe. What about you?" Matt turned to Eli who was looking straight ahead.

"I just gotta fuck something." Eli said breathlessly. Klitz shook his head and pulled a look of disgust.

"Guys!" Sorry, excuse me, excuse-sorry-" Behind the trio, your voice could be heard. You tried not to be so loud incase it annoyed people. Matt and Eli almost never heard you when you tried to get their attention, but Klitz could always hear your sweet voice.

"Guys, Y/n's here." Klitz lightly nudged Matt as they all turned around to look at you. His mouth went agape as he took in your appearance.

Half of your l/h was tied up neatly, decorated with a small white bow. You wore a white cardigan that wasn't buttoned up. Underneath that was a baby pink tube top. You wore a short skirt that was a shade darker from your top. On your feet were a pair of light pink socks and some white sneakers and you held a white Kånken bag which had a gold keychain on the zipper. For accessories, you wore a pair of pearl earrings, a pearl necklace, and few gold rings. Your makeup was light, everything matched, from your light brown eyeshadow to your clear lip gloss.

Klitz thought all of your outfits were cute and made you look beautiful, this one was no exception.

"Hey Y/n!" A bunch of hey's and hellos were shared amongst the four.

-🦋-

"I said, everybody say 'Ho!'" One of the jocks shouted to everyone on the bleachers. The head was hosting an assembly to make a few announcements.

Everyone jumped up and cheered, mostly the jocks.

"You know what I say? I say, this prom's gonna be off the hook! You feel me?" Everyone got up and cheered again. The jock looked towards the Principle then back at the crowd. "Security's gonna be tight. Get wasted before you show up!"

"That's enough! I can wait," The teacher tried to shush the rowdy audience. "I can wait, people." Everyone in the audience finally quietened down, giving the Principle time to speak.

"Now, it is your student-council president who has a few announcements to make."

A few people in the crowd clapped, including you, Klitz and Eli. "Thanks Mr Salinger," Matt said, taking the mic from him. "All right, how you doing?" There was an awkward silence, and Matt cleared his throat. "Okay, lets start off with Operation Get Samyung."

"Samyung baby!" One of the weirdo's sat near the blue jacket-wearing jocks shouted, everyone cheering after.

"Yeah," Matt tried not to seem awkward, it was painfully obvious to you three. "Well, we did it. We raised the twenty five thousand dollars, so now we can bring the genius Samyung out of Cambodia and bring him here to study at Westport."

You and Klitz sat listening to Matt intently, Eli slightly clapped for him and a few others did.

"Speaking of which, Samyung sent us a new tape."

One of the most popular boys in the school jumped up and shouted, "Show that shit!" Everyone automatically started cheering after. "Show it!"

You were honestly beginning to think these fuckers only shared one brain cell.

-🦋-

"How do they just skip class everyday and go to the beach?" Klitz asked as you four watched a bunch of students leave the building and get in their cars.

"Because they just don't care." Matt answered with a sigh. "Let's go with them."

You, Klitz and Eli gave Matt a funny look. Matt would never skip a class, no matter how much he hated it. The action would ruin his reputation and give him a bad look.

"Seriously, let's just do it."

"Why?" You and Klitz asked in synchronisation. Klitz looked away with a light blush on his cheek.

"Because, I mean, we never do anything. I mean, we're graduating, we should be going nuts right now. Let's just do something."

Deez nuts

"I am doing something, I'm going to class." Klitz argued.

You nodded along with him. "Klitzy needs his grades," You gently placed your hand on Klitz's arm, causing the blush on his face to turn darker and spread to the tips of his ears. "And besides, sand is horrible, it's messy and gets everywhere."

"Klitz, you already got into Yale. I mean, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Yeah, Klitz you pussy." Eli added on.

"Well, why don't you go?"

"Yeah, come on. Let's go."

"Beach is for fags man." You rolled your eyes at Eli's use of the 'f' slur. He knew you hated the word, yet he kept saying it anyway.

"The beach is for fags?" "Yeah." "You know what? You guys are fags." Matt said then began walking away.

Eli followed him, going to his next class.

You sighed and grabbed Klitz's arm. "Come on Klitzy, let's just skip in the toilets."

#Spotify #paul dano klitz #paul dano nation #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano #klitz x you #klitz fluff #klitz x y/n #klitz fanfic #klitz imagine #klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #the girl next door

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angelicpleasantries · 2 years

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if you’re up for it could you do klitz sfw and nsfw head cannons <3

Klitz x GN!Reader Headcanons (N/SFW)

❥ You and Klitz got together a few months after you graduated high school. There was always a mutual feeling of interest, but neither of you could bring yourselves to confess.

❥ Klitz confessed to you, after literal months working up the courage to do so. Luckily it all went over well!

❥ You're his first real partner and he's scared of messing something up, so in the beginning he's almost timid around you.

❥ You assure him over and over again that he's perfect and there's nothing he could ever do to mess something up.

❥ He's overall an incredibly loving boyfriend, his main priority is keeping you happy.

❥ He's the type to go above and beyond when trying to surprise you on special occasions, specifically your birthday, Valentine's Day, and your anniversary!

❥ His favorite thing to do with you is drive around the small town you live in and listen to music with one another. You've shown him a lot of good music, and he's done the same for you.

❥ He 100% lets you steal his t-shirts whenever you please. It gets to the point where almost all of the shirts he owns end up residing in your closet.

❥ Since you're the first person he's been in a relationship with, he's a little bit inexperienced. However, he is a pretty fast learner.

❥ He's most definitely a switch, probably leaning sub. (I feel like this is a hot take lmao)

❥ Quickly learns that he's a big fan of oral. He'd much rather give that receive, going down on you is a confidence booster for him.

❥ He enjoys being praised, tell him every single thing he's doing right and it'll drive him insane.

❥ Pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair

❥ He's surprisingly very efficient in his foreplay skills and it's one of his favorite things to do. He really enjoys the slow build up of tension between the two of you.

❥ He loves when you straddle his hips and peer down at him. It's his favorite view of you because he gets to see your gorgeous face above him.

❥ At first, the concept of aftercare was foreign to him but ever since you told him you needed to be taken care of, he hasn't left you unattended to since.

#klitz the girl next door #paul dano #the girl next door 2004 #danonation #klitz x reader #klitz x y/n #klitz smut

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papuhater · 2 years

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🕷| 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐘!!

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: tim klitz (girl next door, 2004) x spiderman!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: headcanons Klitz with a gn! reader who is like spiderman (au)

a/n; based on tobey maguire's spiderman (my personal fav since i was 4), spoilers for the spiderman movie (2002), and i wrote this at 2 am, don't judge, not proofread

🕷ok so, this idea came to me while running

🕷let’s first leave some points clear;

🕷 instead of living in a la, you guys live in nyc

🕷 you have peter parker’s backstory (even ben’s death)

🕷 you live with your aunt may!

🕷 eli, matt and klitz are the tripod but you are like the piece that keeps it together

🕷 klitz met you at the start of highschool, on bio class

🕷 mf deadass was failing the class

🕷ofc you were partners and you didn’t want to fail your classes

🕷”Hey, your name is Tom, right?”

🕷”It’s Tim….” he deadpanned "please call me klitz."

🕷it was rough at first of course, after all, in all of the months of working together you didn’t remember his name-

🕷you both worked your problems out and became friends, then he presented you to the tripod, he ended up liking you surprise surprise

🕷matt and eli just told him 'ask them out! their family loves you, and they surely like you'

🕷all of the classes he would just stare at your form, you would catch him sometimes like °v°, while he's like ._.

🕷 during a visit to a lab to see some experiments with spiders, klitz had planned asking you out <3

🕷the trip was going pretty well, you were rambling data about spiders and would chirp in sometimes like ^^, he couldn't stop staring at how passionate you were with science

🕷the time came when everyone was quiet and he was mentally preparing to ask you out, when you let out a small 'ouch!'

🕷"what happened? y/n?" he grabbed your shoulder but your face was sweating

🕷he looked to your hand and it was swollen

🕷you ran into the bathroom while klitz stood like "huh???"

🕷he assumed it was an allergic reaction, but he spammed your phone the whole way back to his house with messages like 'are you ok?????'

🕷meanwhile you, on the other hand, was puking, feeling dizzy and when your hand went to rest on the cubicle door, it.... sticked?

🕷 last time you checked, that isn't how hands work, you pulled with all of your strength

🕷 which ended up on the door still sticked on your hand, only that it was ripped out of the cubicle-

🕷"HUH?"

🕷 after calming yourself down, you un-sticked the door and left running the lab, on your way home, you checked your messages; most of them were of klitz the other ones were of the tripod and one from aunt may;

🕷 the message said that your uncle ben was dead, after finding out, some days passed, and you stopped going to school to take 'mental health days'.

🕷 you isolated from the world, one of the people that you loved dearly had died, the man who raised you was dead

🕷 after the 'incident' with the spider, you came back to your ordinary life, ordinary if you could call ordinary having spider powers

🕷ben l/n died because of a robbery, so y/n l/n decided to start using their powers to fight against the evil you could.

🕷when they came back, they stopped talking to the tripod or any friend, most of them understood; "They have lost a family member, it must be hard...", the real reason was to keep them from any harm, any tie to you might get them killed.

🕷 like i mentioned, you wanted to fight against any evil you could, you started to train and control your spider-powers, and made an appearance;

🕷"MYSTERIOUS SPIDEY CATCHES BURGALERS!"

🕷 for weeks, the only thing you could hear in the hall was this weird 'spidey' that was caught helping the police with crimes.

🕷back to klitz;

🕷klitz was the first one to notice you acting in a weird way, was it the death of your uncle ben?

🕷 "y/n! please talk to me, i'm your friend" he pulled you into the empty hallway "friends don't cut each other like that."

🕷 y/n had changed, and he didn't like it. they had stopped wearing glasses, they seemed- no, they definitely were taller. eyebags were very noticeable in their face, and when he stared he noticed,, bruises?

🕷"it's nothing klitz, i'm ju-"

🕷 "no y/n, i'm serious, what is it w-with everything?" his hand grabbed you arm and lifted it "what is it with this bruises?"

🕷you pulled your arm with much more force he almost fell, he stared at you

🕷"klitz, something is happening, and i can't understand it completely, it might be dangerous-"

🕷you were cut off when his hands grabbed your wrist to inspect it more, you reacted not so quickly because you were getting used to spider-sense, but he pressed and the web was splashed onto his face

🕷he stared, you stared, until like the reaction when his hand went to touch his face, you ran, you could hear him screaming for you, but you ran to your home, and locked yourself in your room. klitz sent many messages, you saw your phone, and decided to not ignore him

🕷'y/n can we please talk?'

🕷'i'm sorry'

🕷' there's nothing to be sorry for but can we talk?'

🕷 you ended up saying yes, you both meet up, and talk. you open up about what happened, and he listens, looking flabbergasted and completely confused, the meeting became the date he wanted to invite you.

🕷"so you have spider powers?"

🕷"technically, yeah"

🕷 the date summary; klitz was obviously in l-o-v-e, and you noticed, so you told him to have another date! and klitz pressed a bit and he got you both to date, even though you were not fond of the idea (as much as you have big crush on him) because he could get hurt

🕷 horribly hurt.

🕷 dates went on, villans appeared, klitz was always there

🕷 he would grab you hand under the table during class, when you came from a rough fight, you would crash into his room, and he would deeply blush while cleaning and healing your wounds. the tripod teases the both of you, calling you lovebirds.

🕷 one time out of sheer curiosity, he asked if he could swing with you through the city in your webs

🕷 you reluctantly agreed, but all of your worries washed out of your mind when both of you cuddling on a roof, with a blanket below, while staring at the stars with klitz hugging you tightly, his face resting in your hair.

🕷"tim klitz, i'm sorry."

🕷"what are you talking about?" he looked over to you, you sniffled

🕷"you know, for putting you in grave danger."

🕷"y/n, i love you so, so much, that nothing, will ever lead me away from you." he kissed your forehead, and you relaxed.

🕷"i love you too."

#the girl next door #2004 #paul dano x reader #paul dano #klitz x reader #klitzcore #klitz x y/n #tim klitz #klitz the girl next door #danonation #danocel #paul #paul dano x you #klitz x you #klitz

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danosrosegarden · 7 months

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tipping point - timothy klitz x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day three. prompt: overstim. 🎃}

{contains: male masturbation, overstimulation (male receiving), and a quick consent check-in.}

☽ There never was a point in the process where Klitz became numb to the pleasure. His legs were always quivering. His cheeks were always painted a harsh, broiling, rosy pink. High-pitched whimpers poured from the slits of his gritted teeth at a constant rate.

☽ Could anyone blame you for the way you circled a finger around his sensitive tip and watched his breath hitch? Could anyone be upset with the way you'd squeeze his shaft and pump him with a loose hand at an agonizing snail's pace? C'mooon, he was so much fun to toy with!

☽ It was challenging work, stifling your laughter as his hips bucked and his thin glasses slipped down the curve of his nose. Poor baby probably thought the delicious torture was over when you let him spill all over your hand. In fact, the games were just beginning.

☽ His body took a second to register that your hand was still jerking up and down, one tightening its grip and the other petting his trembling thigh. "Hmm, fuck, are you...are you gonna s-stop?"

☽ "But you're so pretty like this, Klitzy! C'mon, you can take it. Be good for me and take it."

☽ He's squirming around in your lap, his convulsing body struggling to both fight you and sink into the burning bliss washing over his gut. You leaned in close to his ear and whispered to him, your pumping hand slowing to a halt. "If you want to stop, we stop. Just tell me."

☽ He bites down on his chapped lip for a moment before shaking his head. "No, no...I want it...m-more, please." Your lips climb into a twisted smile as you continue. "There's my boy."

☽ And he really is such a good, good boy for you, hissing through the blazing shoots of pain-injected pleasure like a champ. You can see how wildly his legs are quaking and how quickly his chest rises and falls, yet you refuse to let up. His pounding heart is just gonna learn to take it.

☽ Though it was a blast to watch how flushed both his face and his dripping cock would get, it wasn't about making him suffer or being cruel...no, not really. It was all about that tipping point where overwhelming stimulation morphed into drunk euphoria, where the choked groans twisted into ecstasy-fueled whines. He truly was gorgeous when he was so vulnerable.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #timothy klitz #klitz #the girl next door #timothy klitz x reader #klitz x reader #timothy klitz x you #klitz x you #timothy klitz x y/n #klitz x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Grim Grinning Ghosts || Timothy Klitz x Fem!Reader

Timothy Klitz x Fem!Reader

Word Count || 4,562

Summary || When Klitz gets confronted at a Halloween party, he tells a lie that spirals out of control. Perhaps this lie can convince him...maybe Halloween isn't so bad after all.

Author’s Note || someone tell me why I suddenly went so feral for this loser? actually, don't tell me. sometimes my brain just fixates on him for little moments and then we get filth like this. enjoy, y'all.

Warnings || smut (MDNI), handjob (male receiving), Klitz is a silly little loser, nothing else I can think of!

Timothy Klitz might not be afraid of ghosts. But he sure as hell is afraid of parties. High school parties, at that. He doesn't remember Halloween being nearly this terrifying when he was younger. Kids had always been mean, that was one thing he could depend on. As long as he wore some nerdy costume, he was sure that he'd face some sort of ridicule.

But high school added a whole new layer. He quickly discovered that when a freshman dresses up as Neo from the Matrix, the Seniors would not hesitate to throw cheese puffs at said scrawny freshman, in hopes that he'd be able to dodge them from a dozen different angles.

Sophomore year wasn't much better. Even though his mother had tailored Jedi robes that fit him perfectly, Klitz couldn't escape scattered comments from drunk upperclassmen that repeated the dreaded line, "I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere!"

He almost gave up completely during Junior year. Klitz never did get his hat back that night; one of the seniors snatched it from off his head and it got passed around the whole night. That had been bad enough. Until he made a complete fool out of himself when he tripped over the comically large scarf, tumbling right into a table of refreshments. That old coat he wore that had once belonged to his grandfather still sat buried in the back of his closet, covered in nacho cheese stains he hadn't been able to get out.

Yet, here he is, a fully grown Senior, mere months away from becoming a Yale man and still he's pushing his luck in a Ghostbusters jumpsuit. Proton pack in hand and particle accelerator backpack firmly strapped to his back, Timothy Klitz dares to challenge the odds. He's lived through plenty of mortifying Halloweens before; what's one more?

Where he fits in, Klitz never has a clue. Matt had practically tethered himself to Danielle's side on the living room couch, making sure that every guy at the party knows that the girl in the slutty cheetah costume is his. Klitz would've normally stuck with Eli, awkwardly sipping on drinks with him while watching the action. But Eli scampered off...somewhere. Klitz isn't sure about that either. Knowing him though, he probably saw a pair of tits and went running in that direction.

Holding his red Solo cup awkwardly, he sniffs the drink he'd picked up in the kitchen on his way outside for some air. Beer. Cheap beer. He scrunches his nose up and turns the cup to its side, dumping the liquid down onto the grass below him. It was more useful like that.

Only a few people were outside with him. A handful of guys played ball on the grass while a couple girls sat on the lounge chairs by the pool. One of them looks up in his direction and doesn't even try to hide her nasty smile or obnoxious cackle at his costume. She turns to one of her friends seated beside her and begins to whisper something to her.

This was such a mistake, he thinks, I hate this fucking holiday. Before he has a chance to see or hear what the girls have to say about him, he swirls around in the grass, getting ready to flee for his life. If he finds Eli in time, maybe he can pull him away so they can go home. Klitz suddenly isn't in the mood for any ghosts or ghouls of Halloweens that have since passed to come back to haunt him.

That's when he spots you. Sitting on the steps, directly underneath the yellow light bulb that illuminates the back porch is you. You, practically glowing and sparkling right in front of him. There aren't enough words in English to describe how his heart began to pound at the sight of you. A fluffy tulle skirt spills over your knees and you seem to be covered in some sort of iridescent lace that makes your limbs sparkle. Then there's wings; wings that stick out from behind you and frame your angelic figure.

And then it hits him, you're an angel. You're an honest to god, real life angel right in front of him.

"Hey, beanpole, what the fuck are you staring at?"

Snapped back to reality, Klitz drops the cup in his hand and his head snaps toward the guy now walking towards him. He's dressed in a long, dark cloak and a hood pulled up over his head. But Klits can clearly see his expression, irritated and ready to raise his voice at a moment's notice.

This is it. Her boyfriend is the grim reaper and he's going to kill me.

Death gets closer and points at his chest, vaguely in the direction of where his heart is beating out of his chest under his ribcage. "Are you her boyfriend or something?"

Klitz, frozen in fear, is still able to realize the truth of the matter fairly easily. Death isn't your boyfriend. Death is just an asshole that thinks he can police what beanpoles like him get to do.

So Klitz puts on the strongest voice he can muster. "Yes. I-I-I am."

Death grins cruelly. "Let's see about that, shall we?"

Pounding heart sinking into the pit of his stomach, Klitz's face visibly falls too. The look of bewilderment that forms on him makes Death chuckle before turning to where you still sit on the porch, barely paying attention to how Klitz is now fighting for his life.

Death yells to you, "This beanpole over here says he's your boyfriend?" As accurate as the description is, it still stings more than Klitz would like it to.

Time seems to slow as he sees you stand for the first time, revealing all of your celestial beauty as you float across the lawn to where he lingers. Still, he waits for the same heinous cackle he heard from the girl by the pool to burst through them, shattering the illusion that you're an angel; his angel. He watches you contemplate, practically seeing how you're working the situation out in your head.

He's adorable. That's the first thought you have. Then there's the second: and pathetic. He looks like he's begging to be put out of his misery. He's a little nerd who bit off a little more than he could chew. You nearly giggle while studying his costume for a few seconds. The khaki jumpsuit hides very little of his lanky figure. He's a tall glass of nectar that you'd like to drink up with one sip. Even though you thought it would be cute, being an angel for the night, you felt like doing something terrible to this boy.

Klitz feels guilty for thinking it, but one thought runs through his head: Is this girl dumb? It wouldn't be the first time he came across a girl at his high school who was gorgeous but possessed the intellectual range of a rock. It doesn't matter though. Klitz is sure that even the dumbest girl alive would still reject him. No one would--

"Um, yeah? And what's the problem with that?" Cocking your head and furrowing your brow, your beautiful mouth had finally opened.

"Wait, so what you're saying is…is that this kid…" Death takes Klitz by the shoulder and shakes him. "This kid is your boyfriend?"

You simply nod this time. Maybe she used all of her brain power with that last sentence. Klitz internally smacks himself, putting a firm cork on the negs at your expense. Dude, this girl just saved your ass from probably being pummeled. Now's not the time.

Death looks confused, eyeing you up and down as if he was giving you a moment to get to the punchline too. But it doesn't come. You smile. And Klitz feels lighter than air.

"Okay...if you say so. Have fun with him." laughs through his nose with a look of disgust before walking off towards the rest of his friends.

"Thanks!" you chirp. Before Klitz has a chance to say a word edgewise, you take a hold of his sweaty palm. Your voice lowers as your gaze shifts to him, "How about we go inside? Find somewhere to talk."

Bringing him back through the screen door at the porch, you lead him past drunk party goers that are scattered throughout the home. Klitz is dumbfounded and so are the few people lining the upstairs hallway. He knows immediately how ridiculous he must look being dragged around by this little angel, an angel who is obviously way out of his league.

Over and over again, he tells himself, this is just a dream. He's not actually at the Halloween party. It's the night before the party and he's lying in bed. His subconscious is simply crafting a worst case scenario just for him to experience. When a loser like him tries to fit in, the universe humbles them. How you plan to deliver that humbling, he can't even begin to guess.

You wiggle doorknobs as you walk down the upstairs hall, staying calm until you get to one that opens for you. You scowl when you realize that it's a bathroom. A tiny bathroom. The light is unflatteringly dim and there's barely enough room for much else besides the bare necessities: a shower, toilet, and a countertop with only a little space that isn't reserved for the sink.

You curse whoever designed this floor plan before sighing, "This'll do."

Klitz feels like he's a million miles away from his being when he questions "What will do?" But you don't grace him with any sort of answer.

Hopping up on the counter, you spread your legs and pat the space on the counter between them. You don't say it but he can hear your honeyed tone reverberating through his skull: come here.

Following the directions of the little voice, Klitz shuffles towards you, eyes averted. He has no clue where to focus them. Certainly not at the dip between your legs that hides beneath the tulle skirt. Certainly not at your chest which is close to eye level for him. And certainly not your eyes. Because he's sure that the second he stares into those sparkling eyes, they'll turn into a demonic crimson fire that scorches him. Already he believes you'd have the power to reduce him to ash.

You'd smile sweetly once more before stepping over the dusty pile of his remains, kicking his proton pack aside with a sneer. He never stood a chance in the first place.

So he stares at a random freckle that he finds on your skin. He keeps it at the front of his mind as he asks slowly, "Why did you lie?"

"About what? The boyfriend thing?"

"Yes," Klitz lowers his voice to a whisper, "The stupid boyfriend thing."

Your giggle plays like a melody. "I thought it would be funny."

That makes Klitz's head shoot up, blood coursing through his veins. You weren't dumb at all. You were just mean. You were playing with him the entire time. Which was probably far worse than if you'd just rejected him outright. He would've found some other way to recover and stroke his ego. With this...there was something different begging to be stroked.

It flusters him and has him sputtering for the words to express his frustration, "Y-you-- you thought it would be funny? To just humiliate me? To lie about that?"

Raising a finger, you start harshly, "Listen to me, kid, I'm not the one who lied first so you can hop off of your high horse and--"

Klitz cuts you off, hating the nasally whine in his voice, "I'm not a kid."

"You sure are acting like one," you cross your arms and lean back. Kiltz's eyes move to your chest, deliberately on display as you glare at him like he's a child. You're almost stunned that you got a nerd like him wrangled into a bathroom and he wasn't on you immediately. It baffles you entirely. But it intrigues you. As much as you don't like arguing with him, it gives you more to work on. You like his sense of pride and the little bit of ego that keeps him from faltering too much. It’s better when there’s tension, you reason with yourself, he’s not one of those assholes just dying to get a feel.

Eyes raising to finally meet yours, he states nervously, "I'm not a kid. I'm a...I am a grown man."

You try your best to hold back another laugh, not wanting to set him off again. You've learned your lesson, he won't be so easy. "Then what do I call you, grown man?" you test out a little tease.

It's a taunt that he takes lightly, thank goodness. "Klitz," then he whispers shamefully, "with a K."

For some reason, that doesn't make you laugh. More than anything else, it feels like a sign. One from your fellow angels above that encourages you to keep going. How often do you get a sign so direct?

"Really? Well, okay, Klitz with a K,” you venture a little further, “What if I didn't want what I said to be a lie?"

This startles him. The lie and the counter maneuver was nothing in comparison to this revelation. "What?"

"Now don't you play dumb on me. A geek like you should be able to read between the lines at least a tiny bit."

You're one to talk about playing dumb, he thinks to himself. In your own way, you do make him burn up. Only these are the flames of embarrassment. Who were you to imply that he was playing any sort of game?

Still suspicious, he presses his luck. "Why wouldn't you want it to be a lie?"

"I will say...I do like a man in uniform." Hand grazing the front of his jumpsuit, sparks dance in his belly. You're so close to touching his skin that it drives him nuts. As your finger traces over one of the zipper pockets over his chest, he lets out a low, broken moan. He hardly even realizes that he made the sound until he catches your smile again, this time he thinks he sees it curl with malice.

Klitz panics. This is just another part of your game. You're still playing. "If you're just going to mess with me then I might as well go." He begins to back away. "Thanks for nothing."

Your offending hand floats down to rest on his hip. The little amount of pressure keeps him anchored in place in front of the counter. For a second he worries that the single touch will actually make him completely blow a gasket and collapse to the ground. It's all he thinks of. The small force it took to completely own him. If this is even half of what Matt feels when Danielle touches him, Klitz suddenly understands why he lets her keep him on a short leash. Klitz wouldn't ever want to stray from you either. He wants you on his shoulders all the time, the radiant angel from the back porch and the alluring devil that now sits before him.

He doesn't mean for it to happen, but he leans towards you. You seem to pull him in with some strange gravitational pull and suddenly...his face is closer to yours than it's ever been. So close that he can make out individual holographic glitter specks on your glossy lips. Maybe that's what made them so inviting in the first place. Your skirt rustles as you slide forward a little on the counter, pressing into his body more.

"Don't go." You plead gently, "I think you're really cute. And the proton pack...it's a nice touch."

He murmurs, "You know what a proton pack is?"

"Duh. Ghostbusters came out like what, twenty years ago? Of course I've seen it." Your half lidded eyes flicker to his lips.

He feels your thumb slowly run over his bottom lip. "Yeah, it's just that...most girls haven't--"

You cut him off and pull his bottom lip down, watching intently when it snaps back into place. "Don't finish that sentence."

"Okay..." he's hesitant to fully let go of his inhibitions as you lean in too. "But, wait, you're drunk..."

You pause. "I'm not drunk." Then spare a look in his eyes once more, "Are you?"

He blinks rapidly for a few seconds before remembering that he has to answer. "No..."

And then there you are once more, gaze flickering between his glazed over green eyes and his lips, parted slightly in a dopey expression. Like he can hardly believe he's survived this long. "Good." You conclude, before diving right into him.

No more words are left in his mouth anyways. Just saliva as he realizes that he'll probably savor the feeling of your lips on his for the rest of his life. Your mouth is almost sickly sweet with the taste of artificial strawberry but the stickiness of your gloss keeps him in place for a few seconds longer than he should.

Letting your hand entangle with the hair at the nape of his neck, he moans once more when you pull slightly; just enough to get him to open up and let your tongue weave its way in. You let him mewl and cry into your mouth as your hands roam. With your eyes closed, you feel around his chest for the zipper of the jumpsuit.

As soon as he feels the cool air of the bathroom hit his bare chest, Klitz struggles to pull away, taken aback by the boldness of your actions. He looks down at the pale, unblemished, and lanky chest that he's found fault in for practically his whole life. He'd expected to fill out a little more as he got older. Instead, he just got taller; he stretched out until he felt like a funhouse image of a pathetic, ugly boy.

But you look longingly at his smooth chest. Forget the smears of slightly tinted lip gloss that shines on his face from where you'd kissed him; you have new expanses of skin to admire.

Hand reaching out, your thumb rubs over one of his pink and pebbled nipples. He shivers like a decaying leaf in a fall breeze. You continue downwards and hook your hand around his waist. As you drink up his figure, you notice the soft pudge of his belly, rising and falling unsteadily with each jagged breath he takes. Just below that, you see something that makes your eyes go wide.

Under his stomach, you find the waistband of his stark white underwear. You're sure a guy like him probably bleaches the hell out of them; probably has the days monogrammed into the back so when he does the laundry every week, he knows if he's missing a pair. The assumption fills you with a renewed fondness when you notice the bulge beneath the waistband. And it's fucking huge.

Now you make an assumption that you are completely sure of: you're probably the first to touch him. Because he would be far cockier if he knew exactly what he was carrying in that dorky pair of underwear. And, god, you're glad that you're the first. You're glad that you've discovered him now when he's so new to this, so nervous that he's practically vibrating.

"Do you want me to touch you, sweet boy?" You coo gently.

The idea of someone else's hand on him...he has to stop himself from moaning again. His breath is heavy when he replies, "Do you want to touch me?"

And you answer like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Like the prospect would be a privilege for you. "Oh, Klitzy, I would love to touch you."

He's not sure what he had in mind before, but this seems good enough. He's hardly thinking about anything important when you reach down into his underwear, pushing them down just enough so that they stay underneath his balls, keeping him vulnerable to you. There's no doubts or second guesses or protests. Not even when he looks down and sees the tip of his cock, almost shamefully swollen, red, and already leaking fluid.

Seeing him fully exposed like this only endears you to him even more. You've known this guy for less than an hour and you wish he was above you. You wish that he was kissing your neck and wildly rutting into you, hitting all of the right spots without even trying.

You wish that his large hands would grope at your chest, using your flesh to brace himself for release. You want him raw and wild and untrained, spilling inside of you within seconds and leaving cum dripping down your thighs. You want him to stain the white tulle so that you can smile every time you catch a glimpse of it hung up in your closet. You want to remember the slap of his skin against yours and feel the ache between your legs all over again looking at it. You want all of it and more until you're brought back to the sight of his cock, bobbing impatiently.

As much as you want him, you won't make him fuck you in a dingy bathroom at a Halloween party. A proper angel wouldn't do that to the poor boy. But a proper angel wouldn't let him stand there whimpering either. His elbows begin to wobble nervously with his hands planted on either side of your body on the countertop. He's so patient. Just waiting for you to decide whether you'll have him or not.

So you clench your thighs together and ignore the way you throb when your hand fully wraps around his cock. It's easily the fullest thing about him, so large and thick and lined with intense veins that you can only picture it splitting you open. No. That's not happening right now, you assure yourself and push the image from your head.

Klitz focuses on your hand. There's nothing else he really can focus on. Head tilted back and eyes fluttering closed, he takes in the softness of your hand and the way you're so delicate with him. He only winces when your thumb rubs over the slit of his sensitive tip. The simple movement sends little shockwaves through his body. They only multiply when you use his pre to wet his cock and begin to slowly, gradually jerk him off.

The coil that twists in his belly is so tight that he's sure it'll break with even the smallest bit of pressure. You'd done something irreparable to him. Maybe it's the hit from early that makes him especially dizzy. He doesn't dwell on it though. There's no way he could when you nip at his neck and your tongue drags over his pulse. He can't help but get lost in the scent of your hair as you mark him up and the faint, languid smack of your hand stroking his slick cock.

You hum softly by his ear before you open your mouth, "I want you to come when I tell you to, okay, baby?"

Your words are so soft, filled with a nauseating sappiness that makes him believe that your outfit isn't just a Halloween costume. You're really his guardian angel, here to give him a handjob to make up for all of his high school troubles. This was his reward for trying so hard year after year and persisting through the taunting and teasing: a pretty girl slowly stroking him and a climax threatening to send him completely over the edge.

He shakes his head desperately, hating that he has to wait but still willing to. He'd never been able to do this to himself anyways. Your hand was small enough that it rubbed over his length torturously; giving him little ebbs of pleasure but just falling short from bringing him completely to heaven.

"Good boy. Very good boy," you praise him. A beautiful array of whimpers and whines spill from his lips, marred and glittery from your kisses. You thought you had looked pretty when you'd done your makeup hours before, but the look of his took the cake. With his mouth hanging open and eyebrows furrowed and focused on trying not to meet his end too quickly, you think he looks gorgeous.

The thought strikes you then that he must be some sort of angel too to let you have him like this. He doesn't beg to be inside you, doesn't beg for you to let him finish, he does what he's told and he does it well, showing you how you've unraveled him entirely. It's a divine ability that you're liking more and more.

You give him some wiggle room and order softly, "Go ahead, make yourself finish." At the simple command he seems to curl around you, grasping at your ass now instead of the countertop. He holds onto you as his hips buck into your fisted hand. His thrusts are sloppy and have no sort of rhythm; just pure lust as he chases his mounting orgasm.

When he sobs and squeezes his eyes shut, that's how you know he's closer than ever, so close that his knuckles go white from how hard he clenches the fabric of your dress.

His teeth are gritted together when you murmur, "C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. I want you to cum now."

One, two, three more uneven pumps later and he bursts completely into your hand, depositing thick ribbons of spend that land on the fabric of your dress. You laugh breathily, getting exactly what you wanted from him. You already can't wait to shove the costume into the back of your closet and keep it as a token of this experience.

You tease, "Looks like an angel just earned its wings." He has no clue if you're talking about yourself or him. Either way, he's got no doubt it applies. You did a good deed and he feels over the moon. Maybe you'll both get into heaven now. At least he hopes you'll be there too. He's yet to sink his face into the bouncy clouds of your thighs, yet to hear your glorious sigh, and yet to taste the nectar of your fruits. God, he wanted all of it and more.

Until the gates to heaven close with a devastating slam. You slip his softening and spent cock right back into his underwear and zip the jumpsuit back up for him, leaving him utterly speechless at the nonchalance and swiftness of your form of aftercare.

Then, you hop off the counter and pat his chest one last time before giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. There's no more lip gloss left for you to leave behind on him; he's almost upset about it. Almost.

Because right after you glide past him and waltz out the door, shutting it behind you, Klitz finally has a chance to look up at himself in the mirror. Flecks of sparkly glitter remain on him. He reaches up to tenderly feel the chapped skin of his lips. That's how he knows it was all real. He was touched by his guardian angel.

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bug-eyed-bum1234 · 1 year

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🦢Twitter Snooper 🦢 (Fem! Y/N/Tim Klitz) (1/?)

Word count: 837 (I know its short! Sry!)

Tags: Mature, profanity, overall pervy-ness from Eli, no actual use of Y/N, reader works for Onlyfans, fairly tame!(so far...)

"Hey guys!! Merry Christmas! I bought a set just for this season. I hope you all enjoy <3" The caption read. You were posed in a cheeky, lace lingerie set with green and red accents. You had been posting on twitter ever since you turned 18. You caught many peoples attention quickly, and it helped you realize a path you hadn't thought of until then. OnlyFans.

Twitter would be the perfect place to advertise it, and you would be making money off of something you already enjoyed doing.

That's how everything started. Klitz’s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt.

“Hey Klitz, you good man?” Eli chortled, eyebrows askew. “Yeah you seem a little shook up” Matt agreed.

“Yeah I’m fine! Just another stupid thing Elon is doing.” He wittily replied, coming up with a lie as fast as he could. Eli was the one who suggested to scroll Twitter when he got bored of the porn tapes he “studied” for film school.Klitz’ s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt. Klitz agreed just to get himself away from watching it with his friends on a big screen, at least this way he could have a little bit of privacy. That is when he came across your picture. He didn’t even recognize you until he opened up the picture fully just to see your face greeting him.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get a drink, want anything?” He timidly questioned the tripod.

“Yeah just a Dr. Pepper.”

He shifted his way towards the kitchen. Phone still open in his hand, hidden against the cloth of his khakis. He opened the fridge door, a little more security between him and the living room. He lifted his phone, opening your profile. He inspected your bio, profile picture, and even your banner just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. Your profile pic was you with a soft, pink filter wearing a bikini top with pastel, heart shaped cups. Your banner was a pattern of those candy hearts with phrases like “Lick me” and “Cutie”.

Your bio simply said: “Miss me! Miss me! Now you gotta kiss me! ~<3”

He stood there trembling, feeling so hot even in the cooling air of the open refrigerator. He imbedded your username into his memory, taking a screenshot just in case. He grabbed the drinks and headed towards the living room.

• • •

Klitz’ s phone buzzed. At first, just a quick *bzzzt* then silence, he decided to ignore it when suddenly the buzzing became rapid. Klitz gave in and opened his phone, greeted with Eli’s name sprawled across his screen a numerous amount of times. He opened the text.

(Eli:) Dude “something with Elon”??? Bullshit. What good shit did you find??

(Eli:) Im being dead serious dude, what did you find??

(Eli:) Istg answer me dumb fuck

(Eli:) wait, was it someONE?????

(Eli:) OH MY GOD DUDE WHO WAS ON TWITTER?

(Eli:) ARE THEY INTO YOU? ARE YOU GOING TO FINALLY NOT BE PUSSYLESS KLITZ???

(Eli:) wait. No i cant lose my virginity after YOU. Im coming over.

(Klitz:) First of all, no girl was hitting on me. Second of all, dont come over. Im studying and dont need more of a distraction than you are already providing me. Third of all, Its my phone, my business, my shit. See you at school tomorrow.

Right as he hit send, the “bing” was accompanied by the “ding-dong” of the doorbell.

He opened the door to a playfully aggressive Eli and perplexed Matt. Eli pushed Klitz into the living room and onto the couch, spewing out ridiculous accusations along the way.

“You can’t lose your virginity first, that’s not happening, I’m not going to let that happen!” Eli spat, pacing the room, punctuating the sentence with pointedly wagged fingers towards Klitz.

Matt’s ears perked up.

“Wait, Klitz do you have a girlfriend?” He interjected between the interrogation scene.

“Guys, no. I don’t have a girlfriend, no one is hitting on me, I’m no where close to losing my virginity soon! Leave me alone Eli, and check your texts, geez.”

Klitz put his hands up in defense and defeat.

Eli’s eyebrow quirked up.

“You still haven’t answered if you saw anyone you recognized.” He prodded.

The room fell silent then erupted with wise words from Eli.

“So you did see some puss!” He whisper shouted while scrunching Klitz’s shirt, shaking him about on the couch.

“Ok! Ok! I will make a deal with you. If you leave right now and don’t blow up my phone, I will tell you at school. Deal?”

Klitz bargained with the horndog, which was immediately accepted with full enthusiasm as a hand came down to Klitz’s, shaking it jarringly.

“Deal!” He exclaimed with immense force. He quickly hurried Matt and himself out of the house, feeling as if they got out fast, the truth would get to him faster.

Klitz flopped sideways on the couch with a sigh. He opened his phone and into his twitter.

He had a lot of “studying” to catch up on.

Authors note: This was supposed to be posted around christmas, sorry it's so late! This is just one chapter! Im not sure how long the series will go on. I hope you enjoy! :)

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