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k3niv3z · 1 year
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<?> >>UNMASK THE TRUTH.
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The Batman, 2022
the riddler: year one (#1), 2022
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irenic-raccoon · 1 year
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Just get these out my gallery
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meeowdrey · 11 months
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Self Insert Art
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YERR
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rad-nashton · 1 year
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!! DANONATION IS BEING FED RN !!
god he’s magnificent.
photos - scenekidzarekindagay
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toottmblr · 2 years
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his hair, and his cute little glasses <3
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quietsounds · 2 years
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✧⁺:・☽𝖯𝖺𝗎𝗅 𝖣𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝖪𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓☾・:⁺✧ ▹𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖣𝗈𝗈𝗋 (2004)
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trinketpixie · 1 year
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six fanarts challenge with paul dano characters picked by my danonator bestie :,)
(find this on my instagram @/hypnotized.hannah for close ups !)
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goodboyriddler · 2 years
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Party Tricks
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He's been anxiously standing near the kitchen counter right across you for 10 minutes now. Maybe he needs your help seeing how he can't take his eyes off you?
After everything he's help you in class, even with him stuttering and blushing every time you're near him, of course you need to go right there and help him out.
Before the spin the bottle game starts, anyway.
warnings: 18+, slightly sub!Klitz, fdom! reader, teasing, voyeurism, begging, semi-public, grinding, edging, evil ending (sorry)
word count: 3.9k (ficlet)
You don't understand why he's so flustered already. You're not really doing anything, really.
You're just sitting at a tall table while chatting with some people, not even looking at him, mind you. Legs swaying slightly in the air happily in your short skirt. You love how it shows your thighs nicely and your pretty little heels. He certainly appreciates it too. Fuck, you look so good, that skirt, that top, those thigh high socks wrapping around you. His high cheekbones blushing following the movement of your legs, hypnotized. Up and down, your skirt fluttering, up and rubbing one leg against the other. 
Aww, he's trying his best not to look down at your thighs where they squish when you cross your legs. It's like he's shy. Why? You're being so generous letting him look at you. 
Perhaps he should be looking up instead?
Yes, right where your red-painted fingernails are undoing some buttons on your tight top. Is not your fault it is so hot here after all. He's so obedient doing what you want without you telling him. He's even already sweating a bit. Brown, absolutely adorable, shoulder-length hair plastered with sweat on his forehead. Wide eyes are firmly on you and that pretty cupid bow lips are open. He just needs his tongue out to be panting like a dog. 
While someone threads their fingers through his hair, and he's looking up through those thin glasses.
Wouldn't that be a pretty sight to have at your feet?
You might offer some soda from the solo cup in your hands, he looks so thirsty. But your friend is saying something so funny, and you're throwing your head back, exposing your neck. He hears himself make a little whine in the back of his throat. Your lips in that glowy red lipstick form a smile. You accidentally spill some liquid on yourself. Thankfully it falls in your now exposed chest and not in your pretty clothes. It drips down your neck and down, down, and in between your tits-
And he needs to get out of here immediately before he embarrasses himself.
But he can't bring himself to move. Can't stop looking. 
Is he even meant to stop looking?
He's still hovering alone at the kitchen island with all the drinks for almost ten minutes, just right across from you, looking at you through those thin glasses. Ever since his friend left him to do god knows what. Aw, all alone.
He looks more riled up with every minute you pass. Maybe he needs help and is too shy to ask? And you know what he has already done for you when you had asked him questions in class.  Sucking your pen in deep thought, maybe a little too much tongue, whatever, as you gazed at him while he was trying to explain it to you.
People thought you were just teasing him in order to pass the tests. They couldn't be more wrong. They didn't know how flustered he got when you brushed your thigh against him. That beautiful shade of red. That little surprise squeak. When you moved closer to see where he was pointing at his textbook even if yours was opened on the exact same page. Klitz was so nice explaining to you, even if he got so nervous, clearing his throat, stuttering the answer, avoiding your heavy gaze, fumbling with his glasses.
Of course you need to go right fucking there and help him, to return the favor.
You're so charitable and good of heart, after all.
You hop off the table, your skirt fluttering up for a moment, and he looks away at that. Closing his eyes, and giving a shaky exhalation. You're telling your friends, going for a refill, and they complain telling you not to be late for the game as they move to where the crowd is starting to gather.
No one else to see you but him.
He hears you because he's starting to panic, turning his head at his sides. Oh god, oh fuck you're too close already to make a run for it. You slowly approach him from behind, heels clicking and skirt fluttering while you gently hum the song blasting throughout the house. 
He's going to be only yours to play.
"Hey Klitz!" You giggle, greeting him like you haven't passed the last ten minutes making him squirm for your own pleasure. 
And he stares at your smile for more than a moment before he catches himself and is coughing.
Your hand goes into his arm, and he breathes out when you give it a little squeeze. You giggle , and he feels the involuntary tug of his lips as a response.
"Hey." He decides against giving you a wave at the last minute, better pocketing his hands on his jacket awkwardly.
You look around you, no one watching, before leaning in closer conspiratorially, whispering in his ear.
"Nice seeing you here."
He looks down for a moment, nervously laughing, trying to fight off the blush creeping up his neck and face. Sure, it was nice when he helped you in that class you two had together sometimes, but he didn't think someone like you would remember him just for that. 
Klitz mumbles something that sounds like nice seeing you too, and you can't help yourself. Your hand slides from his arm to his shoulders, enjoying how he shivers. You missed how riled up he can get from just your touch. You missed teasing him this much, and he seems to think the same.
"Let's get you something to drink, shall we?" You give him a little wink. "Okay, hold me up for a sec."
And you're leaning your body on him. Your hand goes up trying to get the cupboard above Klitz while you use him as leverage, chest pressing against him. Too close, too close. You struggle in your tiptoes, and he has no other choice as you're tripping. His big palms go rest to your waist to hold you up. God, you feel so warm and soft wrapped beneath his hands. Your leg grazes on the front of his pants, and he bites his lip in order not to moan. Can you hurry up please, he can't do this longer anymore. His eyes are watering with effort in not to sob, and he's praying a little as he feels your body heat against him. 
You can feel his fingers twitch in your skin. Wanting more but unable to ask.
But you're already getting off him like nothing happened.
"They hide the good stuff over here."
You show him the orange juice from the cupboard in victory to him like it is a prize, and it secretly is, seeing how pink spreads again in those high cheekbones. You try so hard not to laugh, he's so cute. You want him destroyed from only your touch.
"O-Oh?" Klitz looks up at you with big eyes, his long hair moving by the movement.
You lift an empty red solo cup, only filling it with juice, and he shakily lets one hand accept it. Your nails run through his wrist.
"I know you probably wanted one like mine, watching me drink it." You say nonchalantly, as you serve yours. "But you saw how I spilled it all on myself."
He almost chokes in his drink at the notion of you knowing he was watching all this time. He's digging his nails on his arm, dumbly nodding along and giving you a tight smile, not looking anywhere but your eyes. 
"Mhm." He is trying to get out the image of him sucking and licking your chest, his flat tongue in your beautiful perfect soft skin just trying to get the taste of your spilled drink. Maybe you would allow him to go lower if he begged enough, lower and lower and-
Actually he shouldn't think about anything right now.
There's suddenly a cheering noise, making him jump before he's following your gaze where you have turned.
Finally, it's starting.
"Oh!" Your face lights up. "You coming?"
You point your head towards where there's already some people gathering in a circle around an empty bottle of beer. 
"I- I don't-" Klitz seems genuinely confused, furrowing his eyebrows. He lets a nervous laugh. "I don't think-"
An arm is suddenly wrapping around Klitz's shoulders.
"Fuck yes we are." His friend appears suddenly on his side, scaring the shit out of the already jumpy guy.  "Aren't we, Klitzy?"
It's official. He's going to finally kill Eli after all these years.
"Dude, what?"  He whispers, looking completely terrified. 
"Actually, let's go there right fucking now." He shakes him excitedly, fucking elated, before turning to you and giving you a toothy grin. "Excuse us."
Klitz's eyes are wide, and he resists a little as his friend starts to drag him out to the crowd. 
"No, no, no, please Eli, dude-"
You make your way into the circle, now genuinely excited, cheering with the others as the bottle starts to spin.
Fine, it's fine, it's just a spin the bottle kiss. Probably the polite kiss on the cheek that will make him melt and think about it the rest of the week every time he touches his face. He can do it, it probably won't be landing on you, who's- who's sitting just right across him. 
You look at him like you're having the time of your life watching him tense up every time the bottle spins and slowly stops. 
And you are.
The bottle spins, the crowd cheers around him, Eli shakes him by the shoulders, the couple kisses and then leaving hand in hand. Weird. They don't come back afterwards. The bottle starts to slow down. And Klitz's avoiding looking at you, your pretty red lips, the bottle it's almost stopping now, how you're leaning forward, sitting on the floor, your nails drumming in your legs.
It stops. Pointing at him, the end to you.
Your friends start to snicker, and you pretend to be annoyed by them, guys it's okay whatever I'll kiss the poor guy, playfully telling them to stop their teasing.
You couldn't be more excited in your fucking life. He probably doesn't even know what game he's really playing for.
You give him a laugh as you approach the center of the circle, his friend is lightly pushing him inside, and you catch him in your arms as he falls.
"I'm sorry, it's just-" And he's blushing, starting to turn to his friend to justify himself in your arms, but you're grabbing his jaw. None of that. All his attention needs to be on you.
He doesn't care about the other people, you make him more nervous than any of them combined. And his face couldn't be more red, and this close you notice he has freckles sprinkled through his nose.
He doesn't know about the game, you're sure, he would be panicking more. He's only trembling in your arms.
"We gotta kiss now." You fake whisper, looking around to the cheering crowd, drinks up in the air, seemingly delighted that someone like you will kiss the nerdy guy who looks about to cream his pants in the middle of the room.
"Yeah." Klitz mumbles, stutters, does everything to babble an answer. "If- If you want to-"
"I do!" You whisper, grinning at him. "Do you?"
"Yes." He bites his tongue, so he doesn't say please.
And you're cradling his chin and the crowd is giving little ohh's in anticipation, and he's closing those eyes behind those thin glasses. His ears are ringing. You grab him slightly by the jaw as support, titling his head, and he licks his lips, can't help to imagine if your red lipstick is going to taste like cherry or strawberry. How soft your lips are going to be pressing against his. And you're leaning in-
And kissing him in the bridge of his nose.
Ah. 
He figured.
"That was nice." He tries a nice tone but can't help the disappointment showing in his face. He's starting to get up and out from the circle.
Your hand in his wrist stops him.
“Klitz, no." You laugh heartily, but he can see the predatory grin in your lips. "The spinning of the bottle was only just to choose the pair. Didn't you know we were playing seven minutes in heaven?"
Oh.
And you're giddy as you guide him up and away, and he stumbles behind you. 
He's vaguely aware Eli is cheering behind him, and he needs to kill him after this if he himself doesn't die beforehand. You laugh, yes, yes, yes and there's a closet, and he's been shoved down inside by someone, falling into the carpet floor, before the door is being closed behind him.
The lock is being turned from the outside. And then he's with you.
Inside. The two of you, alone. 
"We- you don't have to do anything, I mean not that I'm thinking- but we don't, um, if you don't want to-" He immediately starts to babble, clears his throat. His face is heating up, and maybe he's getting a little flustered. "We can just sit here and wait it out and-"
You hum. 
"Can I kiss you?"
Silence.
"In the lips this time, by the way. "
Absolute, earth-shattering silence. 
"Klitz, you still there?" You laugh, calling out to the darkness.
Your palms trace patterns in the carpet below you, you can't wait to get your hands on him now that you're in private. You didn't want to do anything with all those people watching, you only want to hear him undone.
"Y-yeah?"
"Hi, again." He can hear the smile on your face. He doesn't know why he shivers at the knowledge. "But I really need to know if I can kiss you though."
"N-no I meant that-" He closes his eyes. "Yeah, you can- y'know."
He waits sitting for a moment, blinking in the darkness unsure.
"Wait, I can't see-" You giggle searching blindly with your hand towards where his voice had come. 
He doesn't know what to expect but when your hands reach into the front of his shirt, lightly gripping it, he tenses. And then you're sliding your warm palms up his clothes and into his neck, and he thinks if he doesn't move that will help in not making any pathetic noises that are threatening to come out.
"There you are."
And Klitz jumps when he hears your voice closer than he expected, right beside his ear, and he's breathing a little hard, just a little. Okay maybe he's panting, actually. He can smell your nice perfume. You're so close to him. His hands grip his pants in order not to make an embarrassing noise.
"Let's make these seven minutes worth it, don't you think?"
You can hear his long hair moving, he's nodding. You hum, tracing your fingers through it. 
You let your fingers dip into his skin, feeling how he shivers when your palm drags up his clothes, touching him. He's slim underneath the oversized layers, and you enjoy how your hand can make him shiver entirely, your fingertips in his hottening skin, his neck as you slowly go up, up, up-
You cradle his chin, and he gasps, and you lean closer, holding his jaw open, thumb on his lower lip using it as a guide before you're finally kissing him.
He chokes up a noise of surprise, and you laugh, deepening it, your arms rest on his shoulders. Your lipstick tastes better than he could have imagined. And he closes his eyes, letting himself relax, feeling the weight of you slowly pressing harder against him, and he doesn't care he's making little whines against your mouth. You feel better than he has dreamed of.
He's so nice, he's so cute, adorable, and dorky, and you finally have him all for yourself. Between your hands, leaning down as you take control. To play with just so he can make those noises. He's yours, he's yours finally all alone. You need to enjoy him.
You start to push him down, and he falls with his back to the floor. You are following him on top. One knee between his thighs, both your arms in the sides of his head for support, chest pressing into his rib cage. 
You bite down his neck, and he shivers, and you feel him that he has started to trust his hips up your knee. You need to make him shake underneath you, make this time worth it. You will make him savor his time until it's up. Your hand grabs his throat and tilts his head to properly kiss him.
He's light underneath you, but he has one hand on your waist supporting him, more than you, polite, not gripping just yet. He's still shy. 
But he only has seven minutes. No time for that.
He can feel your nails in his hair, running around tugging freely, guiding it into his lips and back. He whines at your nails scratching his scalp. It's like you're playing with him like a toy.
"Wish I could see you." Klitz whispers in desperation, the hand on your waist tightening in a silent plea, moving your hips to rub against him. He's already straining against his pants. "Wish I could- I could see above me. I need to see you."
"I'll give you something now that you can see later."
Klitz swallows, when he feels your mouth in his neck, peppering him with open-mouthed wet kisses, sucking. How your teeth in his jaw makes him so obediently expose it to you. He whines, lolling his head back, a loud thud in the carpet as he feels you, yes they're that, hickeys, you're marking him. While he just lays there and takes it. You're going to make him yours.
You tease his Adam's apple with your tongue, feeling the vibrations. You kiss up his throat until you find his lips again and Klitz whines, mouth opening while he begs you to suck his tongue again just like that, please. It makes him melt against you.
"You're already this hard for me." You grab his bulge, feeling the outline straining on his pants. "What a good boy."
"Please-" Klitz keens, whole body tensing in pleasure beneath you. He needs more.
He just needs to get hard for you and make those little whines to please you. He can do that, he'll get hard and cum for you. He'll moan just like he's doing now, he'll whine and plead. Thrashing on the floor, buckling into your palm.
You slide your hands to his wrists and let his big palms rest in your thighs. His hands are so fucking big, tracing your skin, thumb playing with your high thigh socks. He's moaning in your mouth, God, yes. Fuck, yes, and you're so glad the music blasting outside muffles his sounds. You wouldn't want him anyone hearing him like this but you, anyway. 
"Like my little skirt, Klitz? Do you want me to fuck me in it?" His breath hitches and he mewls underneath you, blunt fingernails tracing lightly your skin, not wanting to hurt you. "Watch me bounce while I ride you? Watch it flutter?"
He whines, nodding his head. It sounds obscene coming from you, but it makes him squirm, now more aware how he's hard, and you're playing with his clothed cock. You laugh, kissing his neck, licking and biting his earlobe, humming when you feel him shiver.
"Or better, my knees all scraped up from sucking you off?" Your hand plays with the buttons of his dress shirt, teasing the buttons, opening it more for your teeth. "Is that how you were imagining seeing me? My throat around you, swallowing you?"
And he almost sobs at that. He needs to be looking up at you, probably grinning seeing how much just your hand is making him like this. 
And the leg against his thigh starts to rub gently into his hard bulge straining his pants. 
He's throwing his head back, a silent choke, fists tight. He can feel how his cock is sliding against your thigh every time, in slow thrusting motions while you're kissing him, biting his neck and sucking his tongue in order to swallow his tiny pathetic little moans. He's so beautiful, god you love how he sounds so desperate, voice rough.
It's too much. He slides his big hands up your thighs in order to support himself as he starts to fuck himself on your thigh, panting, letting little please, please I need it, I need you.
You smirk as you feel his bare stomach tremble when you let your nails trail there, down his torso, his happy trail, until you're teasing his boxer waistband. 
Klitz's breath hitches. Your other hand is gripping his hip, encouraging him to move his hips against your thigh. More, more, he needs to rub himself against your thigh, please, please, that's what you give to him- that's what he wants.
"Do you want to cum like this, Klitz? From just grinding on my thigh?"
"C-can I?" His voice is higher as it breaks mid-sentence. And he sounds so hopeful you would even consider letting him.
You press harder into him, tugging his hair with a grip in the back of his neck, and you're going faster, faster, he begs. Up and down, and he's now humping your leg. He's soaking your thighs with his precum, he should be embarrassed. But he needs it, please, he's so hard. It fucking hurts. Klitz's breath gets louder as his hips try to chase the pleasure, you bite his neck, and he moans at that. Have some pity on him, please.
"Please, please, let me cum. Please, I need to." Panting, whining, he's whispering as his hands search for your shoulders to support himself, and he feels so close. "I only need your hand, you don't need to move it or do anything. I'll do all the work, I'll fuck it-"
Klitz swallows back the beginning of a sob. He blinks off the tears in his eyes, when had he started crying?
And you're starting to slide your nails down his boxers. He moans yes, yes, thank you so fucking much, he can't believe you're about to take him and finish him off with your hand, and he's going to cum all over it. Maybe you can run your tongue around it afterwards if he begs enough. 
Your fingertips are almost there, and he is moving his hips so needy trying to get you there faster, yes, yes he's going to get to fuck your hand, you gripping it tight around him as he slides all and fucks it. He can almost feel how it will feel sliding through it, wet already from all the precum staining his boxers-
There's a loud knock on the closet door.
And you giggle. 
"Oh, no." You whisper in his ear, tone dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like your seven minutes are up, Klitz."
And you're backing your hand away from his pants, your whole body of him, and he doesn't care if he whines at that. He, he needs you- please, he needs to fucking cum right now.
"Wait, no, please-" He's on the verge of sobbing, voice cracking in the middle of the world, and he might hump the carpet by how hard he is.
He tries to reach you.
And then light starts flooding in. You're standing up from the floor, shaking off the dust off your skirt, before turning towards him, giggling. 
"Well, that was fun!" You smile and give him a little wave with your fingers. "Bye!" 
A wink.
And then you're leaving him panting on the closet floor while you hear little whines coming from behind as you hum.
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cannedbeefaroni · 9 months
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The Birds and the Bees: Part 1 (Timothy Klitz X Reader)
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Part 2
Summary: You are a bit of a failure and a hot mess. You have no social life, but you're lucky enough to be invited to your very first college party, despite being a social reject. You end up running into some guys you went to high school with, and it's extremely awkward.
Content: Friends to lovers. Eli acts weird and pervy as per usual. Reader is approached by a creepy guy for a second.
Y/N is referred to in second person as you/yours, but is referred to with feminine terminology, and is written to have AFAB genitalia in part 2 which includes smut.
College fucking sucks. You knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but you always thought, at the very least, you could finally catch a break. A break from all the bullshit social pressures of high school, the need to be conscious of how your peers perceived you, and the desire for approval. None of that ever went away, it only got worse. High school never ended. You felt like a zombie going through the motions everyday. Sometimes you’d strike up conversations with somebody, maybe feel a connection, but a week later never speak again. Your social life was nonexistent, and all you did was wake up, commute, go to class, commute, then go to sleep. 
There were often times you’d fantasize about finding the perfect friend group who’d include you in various fun escapades. Maybe they’d invite you to parties where you’d actually feel welcome. You did have acquaintances who you’d talk with briefly, and they apparently were all in the same friend group. You didn’t exactly feel included, but they’d sometimes invite you along on outings that you’d almost always decline because you thought it was a setup for some nasty joke. One time you were weak and gave in. You figured going to a party full of strangers would suck, but goddamnit, you just wanted to try something new for once. 
You always thought house parties only existed in movies, but it was more believable being a college thing rather than a high school thing. Come to think of it, all throughout high school you felt like a child, and you only started feeling like an adult around age 19. Maybe that fact was the reason why you felt like you couldn’t fit in at college. Your social skills were severely underdeveloped. 
This house party in particular wasn’t like the movies. It was chill, and everyone seemed to be lounging around with blunts and an array of alcoholic beverages while music blasted over the speakers. There was a group of girls drunkenly talking loudly over some juicy gossip, and there was at least one couple making out on a couch. Whoever’s house this was took the time to even set up LED mood lighting. It wasn’t that bad at all. You felt embarrassed that you took the effort to wear a dress, even though it was just a casual, plain black dress. You figured you’d end up feeling insecure, so you brought a zip-up hoodie to wear over it.
You sat on the couch, and a girl you recognized greeted you with half lidded eyes and a lazy voice. She passed you a beer can, then giggled at your wide eyed, confused expression. You already felt extremely embarrassed. You decided to down the can as fast as you could, hoping to get yourself tipsy so you’d stop feeling so damn anxious. You made your way to the kitchen counter, hoping to find a drink that would sufficiently ease your nerves. 
Fuck it. You’ll do some vodka shots. 
It felt like a hard punch in the throat, but it left you feeling so funny. You could hear some guys around you laugh at the faces you made in reaction to the vodka, but you couldn’t give less of a shit. You had drink after drink, drowning out your senses. You felt dizzy and needed to lay down. You shuffled your feet around the house, looking for somewhere to lay. The vibrations from the bassy speakers made your head pound, and you groaned to yourself as you slumped around. Finally, you threw yourself onto a couch, closing your eyes. Your head hit something, but you just stayed there and let out a huge sigh as your hands covered your face to block out the obnoxious red lights. 
“Where the fuck did this chick come from?” You heard some guy say as you looked up. His eyes were wide as if he’s never seen a woman before in his life. Suddenly, the couch moved underneath your head.
“Uh… I don’t know. She kinda just laid here and I don’t know why…” you heard a voice come from directly above you. You froze as you realized you just slammed your head into a stranger’s lap. You sat up quickly, leading you to butt your head into the person’s nose. 
“Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It was an accident!” You exclaimed as you held your head in your hands, having another reason for a headache. 
“What? You head butting me or you cuddling up on me?” He held his nose and scrunched his face. 
“Uh… both I guess?” You squint your eyes as you try to piece together words in this state.
“Fuck man, we just got here and you already got bitches on your dick?” The other guy said in the nerdiest, whitest voice you ever heard come out of anyone.
“No, she was clearly just trying to lay down,” the boy on the couch said relatively calmly in response. You didn’t know why but he looked really familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Klitz, her head was basically on your dick.” The other one grinned like a doofus. 
Suddenly it hit you. It was Timothy Klitz from high school, and you just happened to run into him at this random college party. He looked pretty much the same as back then, but his hair had grown past shoulder length and he no longer had those bowl cut bangs. You’d like to think you and him were friends, but being extremely insecure back then made it confusing. Back in those days, the two of you were often placed in the same classes. You were both the kids that usually nobody wanted to partner up with (unless Klitz was lucky enough to have one of his only two friends in the class), so teachers would make you two work together. He was a really nice kid, he could tell you had a really hard time socializing, so he’d sometimes sit with you at lunch or even offer to hang out with his friends (which you tended to avoid because they were pretty weird). You remembered the one time you asked him to help you study for a test, and he invited you to his house. That was when you realized you had a crush on him, because you were so flustered about being home alone with him that you couldn’t remember anything you went over together. Afterward you grew distant from him and struggled to even talk to him. Your biggest regret was at graduation, he asked to exchange numbers with you, and not even a month later you lost the paper before you could put the number in your phone. You felt like such an idiot, but now you were face to face with him again and had to confront these feelings you had suppressed for so long. 
You tried to come up with how to formally greet him after this fiasco encounter. After a solid minute of silence, the best you could come up with was a meek, “it’s nice to see you again, Klitz.”
Klitz stared down at you in response, eyebrows raised, trying to remember where he knew you from. “Oh! (Y/N), I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you,” his eyes went wide when he finally remembered. 
“You didn’t recognize her cuz she got wayyy hot. Wasn't she that girl with the frizzy hair and glasses that gave you the cold shoulder? Yeah she grew up,” his friend, who you now know to be Eli, rambled as drunken idiots often do. Nothing he said shocked you. You completely remember him being the reason you avoided Klitz’s friends. You didn’t hate him per say, he was just so loud and weird and perverted. You however did accept the backhanded compliment with a nervous laugh. 
“Hi Eli,” you said out of politeness. 
“Heyyy you got a boyfriend?” he slurred. 
“Okay! Bye Eli!” Klitz passive aggressively said as he got up to push him away. In response Eli started slap fighting him like a cat.
“Relax bro, you can have her. Just remember your training,” he put his hands on his shoulders as he whispered loudly to him. He then kissed his cheek aggressively and skipped away, flapping his arms, saying, “love ya Klitzy! Bye!”
You stared off at the weirdo making his exit. Klitz sighed, slumping in his seat as he put his hand to his forehead. “I’m really sorry about him.” 
“Nah, it’s fine. He’s… kinda cute?” you giggled. Yeah you thought he was a little cute and funny, but you were mostly saying this just to see how Klitz would react. 
His face scrunched in confusion, “on what planet?” 
“Well… not as cute as you, for sure,” you said trying to sound honest but joke-y at the same time, which in retrospect is impossible. 
He laughed, “again, on what planet?”
“This one,” you said more aggressively than you intended. 
Klitz didn’t respond, he just took slow, awkward sips from his cup. You felt insecure, like you completely failed at your first attempt at initiating flirting. Sitting in silence makes you realize how bad your headache has gotten. More people had arrived, and there were so many loud voices on top of the loud music. You leaned your head back against the couch and rubbed your eyes. People were crowding the area and bumping into the couch, even further disturbing you. You felt overwhelmed and contemplated leaving. You started getting up off the couch. 
“Where are you going?” Klitz asked, startling you because you assumed he wouldn’t even notice you leaving. 
“Oh… I’m not really feeling good, I need to get some air.” 
“I can take you to the backyard, so those frat boys who just showed up don’t bother you…” he said monotonously. It definitely seemed like if he were sober he would’ve definitely not asked that. 
“Okay…” you took his hand instinctively, even though he wasn’t offering it. Despite that, he held on to your hand and led you out the sliding glass doors. You dragged behind him as you looked up at his face, which was looking forward. On the way out you bumped into several people, one of which cussed you out. 
The backyard was empty besides one person sitting on one of the lawn chairs having a smoke. Beyond the back porch were a small grassy field full of dandelion puffs and old overgrown trees. There were cups and bottles on the ground from party goers. Over the porch were warmly lit wall sconces and fairy lights. The two of you sat on a wooden bench against the wall. 
“Hey, I just wanna say sorry for, uh, never calling. Like, I asked for your number and all and I kept putting it off,” he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, basically doing anything to avoid direct confrontation. You thought he just didn’t care enough to reach out, and even after hearing him say that you found it hard to believe.
“It's fine. I mean, we’re in college now. You probably have a really busy social life on top of school,” you said with a sour expression, trying to sound understanding. 
Klitz scoffed, “what social life? Only person I talk to these days is that douche back there cuz we’re roommates. Our other friend, Matt, is too busy with his fancy school and girlfriend to give a crap about either of us. So honestly, I was really happy to run into an old friend tonight.” He gave a tight lipped smile and looked back into your eyes. 
“I feel the same way. You were so nice to me back then…” you looked down at your lap as you felt his eyes burning into you. 
“Well, I wanted to help you out because we were one in the same. We were both picked last for everything, so I wanted to have your back, since I know how bad it feels. But… I know I kinda annoyed you back then.”
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“At some point you kinda just stopped talking to me. Maybe I did something stupid and didn’t realize it, but it’s fine it’s not that big a deal,” he grinned nervously as he tried his best not to make you feel bad. Your heart sank when you realized that all this time he did, in fact, care. Even worse, you made him feel like shit because of what you did. 
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I never meant to stop talking to you. It just happened. I just…” you trailed off. 
Klitz was bending forward to get his head to your level, but in doing so all you could focus on was how he was getting closer. “It’s okay if you forgot about me. I’m not exactly the most memorable guy,” he didn’t mean to sound it, but his tone was incredibly sad. 
You frowned, “I remembered you… I actually thought about you a lot. I still do,” your face grew even hotter. Even though you’d rather die than confess your feelings to him, you figured you might as well while you’re still kinda drunk. 
His breathing hitched, growing more tense. “What do you think about me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” 
“No,” he said stiffly. He shifted in his seat as he grew more nervous, but he didn’t move away from you.
You didn’t notice that you were inching closer to him.You started to feel his shaking, hot breath against your face. Your eyes were darting back and forth between his eyes and lips. In an extremely bold move, you swept his hair away from his face to get a better look at him. “Klitz, do you have a girlfriend?”
He rapidly shook his head in response, not breaking eye contact. 
“Do you like me?” your eyes burned as they stared into his, pleading for him to say yes. He looked away and held his fist to his mouth. His face turned bright pink to match the drunken redness of his nose. He cleared his throat as you could hear your heart beating in your ears.
“I do,” his voice cracked, “I always thought you were really pretty,” he said innocently as he looked back into your eyes. 
The backyard lights reflected in his eyes made you want to cry. You couldn’t believe what he said, and thousands of possibilities flashed in your mind. In that moment he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, and knowing that he felt a similar way made you feel like you were more than enough. 
“I should’ve told you,” you wanted to cry in shame, “I was so scared that you didn’t like me back, so I tried to forget about you. I just couldn’t.” 
“Why wouldn’t I like you back? You were a beautiful girl and I was just some ugly nerd,” he reluctantly put his hand on your upper back, trying to be comforting, but worried about coming off as inappropriate. 
“Please, I looked like a geeky 12 year old all throughout high school. You were always so kind and smart and cute. Yeah, some guys had tons of girls chasing them, but you were the hottest guy to me.” You wanted to throw up from opening up all these extremely repressed feelings, but you couldn't just sit there and let him think he was just some ugly bastard.  
“Uh… even though I had that ugly haircut?” He was trying really hard not to get too flustered, but he was already grinning like an idiot. 
“I thought it was cute! It gave you character,” you giggled, “but I like your hair now too.”
Suddenly, the door slid open, and a group of people poured into the backyard. They were loud, obnoxious, and wasted. You tensed up as they bustled past you, a good amount of them were brushing past your knees. Some drunk guy decided to stand directly in front of you and lean his elbow against the wall as he hung his head. His crotch was directly in your face and it made you extremely uncomfortable. You looked up at him for a second and looked back down. For some reason, he took that as an invitation to try talking to you. 
“Y’from around here?” is what it sounded like he said, but he was mumbling and slurring his words. None of the guys standing around you noticed or cared about what was going on. You decided not to acknowledge him, and you heard him slam his fist against the wall. You froze completely. 
Feeling a hand grab yours, you looked over and saw Klitz saying “lets go. Now.” He dragged you off the bench, away from the drunk guy. As you got up with Klitz, you heard the guy say “fuckin’ bitch,” before the door closed behind you. The inside of the house was packed. You had no idea the party was gonna get this crazy. You were still frozen, and the only anchor you had to reality at the moment was his hand. Trying to get to the front door felt like walking through an endless maze. Once the two of you left the house, you finally took a deep breath. 
“Are you okay?” Klitz asked. You couldn’t answer. You just started crying. Your hand was still holding his, so you pulled him into a hug. Your face was buried in his shoulder as he patted your back. He let out a gentle sigh. 
“I wanna go home,” you weeped, as tears and boogers began staining his shirt collar. 
“It’s okay, I’ll walk you home,” he shushed you like a baby. He definitely wasn't the best at comforting you, but you appreciated the effort.
“I- I… I live an hour away and I got here on the train…” you sobbed pathetically. Before you got to the party you thought you’d have no problem getting home. But now it’s 1 AM and you have no idea if you’ll be safe. 
“That's fine! You can crash at our place,” he assured. You looked up at him slowly, and he looked away bashfully. “I mean, we have a pull out couch. You can sleep on that, and I’ll just share the main bed with Eli,” he explained, desperately trying not to sound creepy. 
Your face grew hot. There was so much you wanted to say, but all you could was “yeah, I’d appreciate that.”
Part 2
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the girl next door (2004) fandom where are you please come home i miss you…
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bug-eyed-bum1234 · 1 year
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🫶Klitz with a K & Candy Necklaces// Klitz x !Fem reader🫶
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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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Klitzy Pooh
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NEW PAUL PHOTOS !!!
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rasp-my-berry · 2 years
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a summer glowup // klitz x chubby reader
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
ok i've decided to make this a chubby reader AND set in modern tech era bc really not much would change and i prefer to write about that which i understand better yk 🙄i think this is part one??? might make a second part maybe not idk 😵 also i did not proofread this leave me alone 😭😭😭
"i want him in me so bad you guys you don't get it i want him IN MEEEESSNSNS" your story read. you giggled as you typed it and finally posted it. you loved to just post whatever came to mind, whenever. you loved getting reactions out of those that follow you, sometimes forgetting that people you respect follow you and see the shit you post.
your favorite part about posting these things though, was the reactions you would get from your friends. they always had something to say.
eli would usually say something equally as horny. matt would usually say something about how you should really keep those thoughts to yourself and how disgusting you are. he's just joking though... you hope. but klitz? he would always take any opportunity he could to flirt and tease you. it only took a few minutes before the tripod's responses came rolling in.
“just let me be inside you y/n just one chance plsssss 😫😫😫" eli responded.
“STOP THIS. ENOUGH. SEEK THERAPY" was matt's response.
klitz's was the only one to actually make you giggle out loud though. "yk you could just tell me instead of posting about me 🙄🙄"
you began responding to all of them. first to eli. "yk i'm in a committed relationship w my pink dildo eli don't be silly 🙄"
next was matt. "unless ur willing to pay, it won't be happening"
and finally klitz. "ur right klitzy bitzy boo babe, i'll start keeping our sex life a secret dw 💕💕"
you turned your phone off with a dreamy sigh, holding your whale plushie close to your chest as you squeezed your eyes shut. you hoped and wished with all your heart that one day all the flirting with klitz wouldn't have to be just that. that one day you may be able to just kiss him and buy him flowers and get freaky or whatever. but unfortunately, this summer, it wouldn't be happening.
this summer vacation was going to be spent out of state with you favorite aunt. she invited you over and insisted on having you stay, saying the much needed girl time was well overdue for the both of you. the tripod was disappointed to hear you wouldn't be able to spend everyday going on dumb adventures with them but made you promise to do group calls when you could.
you agreed, of course. you didn't know what you would do without being able to contact them. you'd already scheduled your first 3 calls, all of you promising to reserve those times for the calls.
a soft noise from your phone brought you back to reality. it was klitz. he always responds the fastest, unless he's asleep of course. if you wanted to get a hold of him while he's sleeping you knew to call.
“good. i don't want the whole school to know how much raw, hot, crazy sex we have 😖" he responded.
“we both know you don't care about that part. you just don't want them to know i peg you every thursday and turn you into a whining bitch in heat for me huh"
he read the message instantly and it took a while for him to start typing.
“you're absolutely right ☹️ once they find out ur into that shit they'd all start lining up and i wouldn't have you all to myself 😞" he said.
giggling, you began typing up your next response. "i hardly think that'll be the outcome. nobody wants me 💔🕸🕷⛓🥀" and you followed up with another text. "fr tho most of the guys at school couldn't handle me 🙄 i'm too big 💕"
he didn't read it for a few seconds and in that downtime you began texting your best friend. "EEEEE KLITZY RESPONDED TO MY STORY AGAIN 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭"
she responded almost instantly, a string of texts coming from her.
“BITCH
HES TOTALLY INTO YOU
THINK ABOUT IT
HE TEXTS YOU ALL THE TIME
ALWAYS RESPONDS TO YOUR SHIT
BLUSHES WHEN YOU TOUCH HIM
PRACTICALLY MOANS, EVEN
THE GUY IS PRACTICALLY YOURS ALREADY 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥"
you rolled your eyes with a smile. this is gonna be a long night.
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while you were arguing with your bestie about whether or not klitz was into you, the tripod was at eli's home, having an equally as ridiculous conversation.
“she totally wants me. she wants me balls deep so badly." eli said in relation to your posts, scrolling on his phone.
“ELI-" matt started.
klitz cut him off. "she's not into bozo virgins like you, dickwad!"
“oh, right, i forgot shes madly in love with you. and how do you know i'm a virgin?!" eli defended, rolling his eyes.
klitz pointed to a pile of socks laying by the side of eli's bed, the pile looking as though he hadn't even tried hiding it properly. "there are literal CUM SOCKS, ELI, ON THE FLOOR-"
“shits radioactive at this point. generations on those socks, man.." matt muttered.
eli groaned. "those are NOT cum socks!! lemme prove it to you fools!!"
he waltzed over to the side of his bed from the gaming chair he was previously sat in and grabbed one of the socks, instantly dropping it and gagging out of disgust. the sock was literally rock hard and as it fell on the hardwood floor, it CLATTERED. ACTUALLY CLATTERED.
the three boys continued the gag for a moment following.
“that's actually disgusting-" klitz finally managed.
matt couldn't even breathe properly yet, still reeling from the sound the sock made. eli was beyond embarrassed, pushing the socks further under the bed with his foot, the socks making an awful scraping noise as he did so. he cringed.
“PLEASE DONT TELL Y/N" he shouted, dropping to his knees.
klitz laughed. "oh come on, it's not like she would be surprised to hear you've got a pile of rock solid cum socks."
“can we PLEASE move on from this subject—" matt gagged again. "and do your fuckin' laundry eli!"
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the next day at school, you walked in with your best friend, chatting and giggling as you walked the halls u til you parted ways to get to your first classes. spotting the tripod from a distance, you walked over.
“hey boys!" you smiled, waving shyly at them as you walked over. the boys looked over and began walking to meet you halfway. seeing you again after the long weekend, they felt nervous again. they never imagined a girl would be a part of their group. especially one as pretty as you.
they always imagined they'd be known as the group of the most pathetic virgin boys, never even feeling the touch of a woman. but then they met you, and you changed everything. they never thought you'd have gravitated to a group like theirs, when your looks could easily get you in with the big dogs.
“hey, y/n" matt waved with a small smile.
“y/n!!!" eli cheered, smiling wide. "how is my fav virgin slut!!"
you quickly shushed him with wide eyes and a smile. "eli!! not so loud!" you turned to klitz, deciding to tease "hey klitzy bitzy! how's my baefy?"
he blushed and stuttered. "i.. i told you not to use that name in front of them-"
“KLITZY BITZY????!" eli wheezed. "NO WAY YOU LET HER CALL YOU THAT-"
matt did his best to hide his laughter, holding a hand out in front of his mouth. the blush on klitz's face only depends and he scratched his cheek awkwardly.
“it's not that serious, dude. it's just a stupid nickname.." he tried to defend himself.
you giggled. "don't tease him all day, boys. that's my job. i'll see you guys at lunch!"
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it was a month later from that interaction and there was a lot of tears. the last day of the school year, and your last day with the three boys and your best friends before your trip out of state to be with your aunt for the summer. it was mostly eli crying, actually. and your best friend just shed one tear and encouraged you to have a good time and scope out cute boys for her.
klitz looked stiff and awkward. his face was sad but he didn’t know how to communicate that. matt just seemed too embarrassed by eli’s overdramatic sobbing.
“lemme hit just one time before you go y/n!!! just once!!” he begged, falling to his knees.
klitz rolled his eyes and shoved eli. “i’ve already reserved the night for myself, you rabid animal. go fuck your pillow or something.”
your face burned in embarrassment. “oh, klitzy.. i thought you wanted our sex life to be a secret.” you bat your eyelashes.
he had to clear his throat and look away from you. “oh, right. i forgot for a second there.” he pushed his glasses up nervously.
“hey, klitz?” you asked under your breath, stepping closer.
eli and matt were talking with your best friend and arguing about something dumb so you took the chance to say something to klitz in a somewhat private fashion.
“hm?” he hummed.
you grabbed his clammy hand, ignoring the way you could feel heat creeping up your neck and to your face. “can you promise me you won’t go out with any other girls this summer, alright?”
he paused for a moment. he didn’t even know what to say. what did you mean by that? was it because you wanted him to still be available when you got back? did that mean you liked him? you? the prettiest girl he’s ever interacted with in his life? no way. this had to be a dream.
“anything for you.” he stuttered, instantly cringing at his corny ass response.
you smiled at that and nodded your head. “good. i’ll see you in august.”
“…see you in august.” he sighed. you had already turned away and started walking home. he started biting the inside of his cheek, feeling embarrassed by how upset he was that he wouldn’t be seeing you over the summer. embarrassed by how much he was gonna miss you.
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august came quicker than expected. over the summer, you group called the boys at least twice a week. each time it seemed you had so much to tell them, some new, exciting thing you did. the boys felt so left out, wishing they could have half as much fun as you were.
the first time they saw you, their jaws literally dropped. you had changed entirely, and only in a matter of a few weeks. you walked through the doors of the school and started finding your way to them. your hair was bouncing with each step, and the bracelets on your write jingled as you moved. you were wearing low rise pants that flared at your calves, a hot pink top that was cropped maybe a little too much for dress code, chunky sandals that tied the whole ensemble together, and a juicy couture bag slung over your shoulder. you were the definition of a dream in klitz’s eyes.
he watched the way the skin of your stomach rippled with each step, the way your breasts bounced deliciously, the way you were just oozing confidence he had never seen from you before. he felt his heartbeat pick up and he had to force himself to look away.
but then he looked back and he noticed more. the way your skin of your hips bubbled over the edge of your pants, the way you were smiling at the sight of the boys and rolling your eyes at any of the boys who used to tease you suddenly taking an interest in you.
“KLITZYYY!! ELI!! MATTY!!!” you shouted, picking up the pace and running to the boys.
klitz gulped loudly, swallowing a lump in his throat as he watched the way your body moved with your actions. he’d never seen you this way before. you always wore baggy clothes, hiding yourself. he knew you were a little insecure about showing your body in a world that only appreciated pornstar skinny bodies, but he’d never imagined you looked THIS good.
he just knew he’d be spending the night imagining you again, only this time he’d actually have something to go off of. he instantly felt guilty about that thought and shook his head. fuck. you’re his friend. his friend he flirted with on a regular basis. his friend he was extremely attracted to. god.
eli started running to meet you halfway and caught you in a hug. “Y/NNN!!” he picked you up and twirled you, making you squeal out of excitement.
“eli!! i missed you!!” you smiled, hugging back tightly. “how was your summer???”
he instantly started filling you in on all the things they did over the summer while klitz and matt continued walking over. klitz seemed nervous. he was visibly shaking and looking around. matt seemed happy, but did a good job keeping his cool unlike his two friends.
“klitzy!!” you smiled once he was close enough, instantly pulling him in to a tight hug. he wrapped his arms around your waist, bending down slightly so you didn’t have to stand on your toes to hug him comfortably. he could smell your perfume and took a deep breath, holding you closer, feeling your body against his-
you kissed his cheek. “i missed you!” you smiled. “oh, whoops, i left some lipstick on your cheek—“
“LEAVE IT!” eli shrieked. “leave it!! i’m getting the sense him having lipstick on his cheek will attract good attention.”
“yea, well i’m getting the sense he’s gonna look like a bozo idiot ratio all day if he leaves it.” matt said.
“i’ve got a makeup wipe right here, don’t even worry babe.” you smiled, pulling one out of the little packet and wiping his cheek clean.
his breath was shaky. “babe?”
“whoopsie, just let that one slip there, huh? yknow, sometimes i really just don’t think before i speak. i’ve been meaning to work on that!!”
“don’t worry about it..” he trailed off, his head feeling fuzzy. you just called him babe. even if you didn’t mean it..
you smiled up at him. “can we talk?” you turned to eli and matt, giving them a look that clearly meant you wanted some privacy.
matt easily took the hint and had to drag an oblivious eli away while he was shouting about not getting the chance to fully catch up with you.
once they were finally gone, you took a shaky breath, adjusting your bracelets. “so… any girls over the summer?” you started.
he chuckled. “i promised i wouldn’t, didn’t i?”
you smiled, chewing your gum at a quicker pace now, as if the speed matched your emotions. his eyes flicked down to your lips, noticing the glittery tinted gloss on your lips and god did your lips always look so kissable? had it just been the distance and the time away that made him feel this way?
he couldn’t care less. he just wanted to kiss you.
“well, the only reason i asked that if you wa-“
he couldn’t take it anymore. “can i, please, kiss you?” he stuttered, cutting you off.
your eyes widened, and you nodded your head frantically. he reached a hand out, cupping your cheek and pulling you in, tilting his head down to meet you halfway.
when your lips met, you swore you felt thousands of butterflies flap their wings in an instant. you giggled, pulling away.
“wanna hang out after school?” you asked.
he didn’t even say anything, he just nodded his head quickly. you giggled.
“good. because i’ve got a few ideas on what we could do.” you winked.
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