#klitz fanfic

[therealbattleangel]

Finals Week - Klitz x GN!Reader

TW: Smut. It's mainly just smut with small little hints of fluff along with it.

(Requests Open !)

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It was finals week and it was safe to say that Klitz was stressed. He was spending every waking moment studying, scared that he could mess everything up in the last few weeks of high school. As this was going on, Y/N decided that they wanted to come over and hang out with Klitz. They knew how stressed out Klitz was and was hoping that their presence would stop him from driving himself crazy.

When they got there, Klitz greeted them at the door before leading them up to the bedroom where he went back to studying. Y/N tried everything to get him to stop. They tried to get him to eat with them and that didn't work, bringing water from the fridge downstairs for them to drink and Klitz ignored it. They even put on old Shark Week episodes that Klitz would have normally dropped anything to cuddle and watch with them but still, nothing. Klitz still had his face shoved in his books. At a lose, Y/N began to think. What is something that Klitz liked enough that he would stop studying? Not his favorite snacks or his favorite show, obviously… What else could there be? Y/N then slowly smirked before walking over to Klitz "hey, Klitzy" they said in a suggestive tone. Klitz just hummed in response but this did not stop Y/N from going through with their plan.

Y/N slowly sits down on the bed in front of Klitz before pulling both of his legs straight out so he was laying completely on the bed. Klitz looked up at them "what are you doing?" He said before seeing Y/N's eyes were filled with lust. They arched their back as they leaned over Klitz, slowly unzipping his pants. This caused Klitz to gasp and drop his book to the side "b-baby… What are you doing?" He said again. This time, Y/N giggled in response "oh nothing. Just… Relieving some of your stress" they said.

This wasn't the first time that Y/N and Klitz were doing something like this. They had already had sex a few times since senior year started but Y/N was usually the one getting pleasured by Klitz and not the other way around. Klitz had only gotten sucked off once before this so it was still a very new thing.

Y/N kept their eyes on Klitz as they pulled down his boxers as well, letting his member spring out at them. They then began to lick at his tip, causing him to gasp and moan in shock "Y/N, m-my parents are home" he said as quietly as he could. "You'd better be quiet then, baby" they said back before quickly taking him all the way in their mouth. Klitz had to quickly cover his mouth to stop himself from releasing a loud moan. It felt so good, he thought to himself. He looked down at Y/N who seemed to be having the time of their life watching Klitz crumble below them.

Y/N continued to bob their head and Klitz kept his mouth covered, letting out small gasps and whimpers as he tried to not make any noises. He then pulled his hand away for a moment to say "I'm gonna cum" before covering his mouth again, beginning to moan loudly against his hands. Y/N began to speed up before pulling away and jerking him off with their hand, sticking their tongue out before saying "cum in my mouth, baby." They continued to jerk him off until he released into their mouth, whimpering and panting afterward. As he was distracted, Y/N put away his books he was studying, making sure to mark all the pages before they helped him get his boxers and pants back on. They then curled up to him with a smile "how about we take a break?" They said. Klitz looked down at them with a smile before nodding "that sounds nice. Thank you, baby. I really fucking needed that"

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! This was one of my promised fanfictions that I was going to write today but it was the only one that I had any time. I apologize for that. I hope this was good enough.

#paul dano #paul dano fanfic #paul dano imagines #paul dano x reader #danonation #klitz x reader #klitz #klitz imagine #klitz the girl next door #klitz smut #klitz fanfic #klitz x you #this one is for the klitz lovers and klitz lovers only. klitznation rise up #the girl next door x reader #the girl next door

[rasp-my-berry]

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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[klitzkun]

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

[starlightsearches]

Truth Or Dare

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (WIP)

Here’s a little something I’ve been working on while trying to survive the last few days of school 😫

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💖

Klitz x femme reader

Warnings: fake dating, language, sexual references

You’d never thought much about hell, but you have a sneaking suspicion it might look like a high school cafeteria.

Amber smirks from the other side of the table, sipping from her diet coke can through a straw as you stab half-heartedly at your wilty cobb salad. You can almost picture flames manifesting behind her.

If hell were in a high school, then she’d be sitting on the throne. 

“He’s looking at you again.”

The best response you can manage is an eye roll; there’s no need to ask who she’s talking about or wonder whether or not she’s lying. You’ve felt Luke’s eyes on you since the moment you sat down, fucking laser vision holes burned into your shoulder blades.

She drops the coke can onto the table, folding her arms primly. All of her expressions have a sardonic quality, but she nearly manages to convey sympathy.

 “How long’s it been this time?”

“About 3 weeks.”

Her tone is derisive, eyes wide in mock surprise. “A new record. And just in time for prom.”

Like you needed the reminder.

“After what he said, he’ll need to beg to have me back,” you respond, and maybe you mean it, maybe you don’t. Luke’s as constant as anything at Westport High—your sometimes boyfriend, sometimes ex, since the beginning of sophomore year. It was one of those things you’d felt you needed to do: get a popular, good-looking boyfriend who played football or baseball or soccer, lose your virginity at a house party, go to prom together, maybe even college . . . maybe forever. You’d been set, had it checked off your to-do list.

Until now.

“He’s not the only one who’s staring.”

That’s Tiff giggling, pointing in the opposite direction, where the socially-inept student body filled the tables. You know who she’s talking about, too. 

Tiff never had a mean streak before Amber had joined last year, turning your duo into a trio. She’d been nicer in middle school—a little ditzy, but always smiling. You like to think you’d resisted that part of Amber’s influence, but you could never really be sure.

And it’s not like Amber was all bad. She was generous—with her clothes, her time, rides in her little red sports car. She got you and Tiff off your couch on Friday nights and into parties, at football games with paw prints painted on your cheeks, to bonfires down at the beach. She could be sweet and genuine, and you never felt better about yourself than when she thought something about you was worth noticing.

But when it came to people like Klitz, she could be downright evil.

She’s got that glint in her eyes at Tiff’s observation, turning to the table where he and his friends always sit. Against your better judgment, you turn to look, too.

His eyes meet yours immediately—wide and innocent behind thin frames—and then he blushes, ducking his head. You watch him shake his long, sandy hair around his face, one finger snaking up his nose to push his glasses back into place. You’d think it would be impossible for him to hunch his shoulders any more, but he glances shyly back in your direction, practically folding in on himself when he sees you’re still looking at him. Amber offers a sarcastic little wave.

“God, he’s obsessed with you,” she says, flicking her long hair back over her shoulder. You wonder—more than a little wickedly—if she’s jealous that there’s attention on you instead of her. The sting of guilt that follows turns your stomach.

“He is not,” you say, unsure if you really believe it. You say a lot of things you don’t really believe around Amber.

“Yeah, okay,” she snorts, “should we ask him? I swear to god he almost cums in his pants when you look at him. Probably has to jack off every five minutes to keep himself from busting in class.”

“Don’t be gross.” You hope you sound disgusted—hope Amber can’t feel the heat in your cheeks, can’t sense the warm pit in your stomach at the idea. Thinking about his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he shakes, skin shiny and flushed . . .

God, it's been too long since you've gotten any action. Three weeks was a whole different kind of record for that.

Maybe Amber can read your mind. “You should ask him out.”

You’re not going to honor that with a response. She watches you roll your eyes, reaching out her hand to rest it on your own, her long, slender fingers and manicured nails stretched across the blue tabletop.

“I’m serious,” she says, and her expression would look at home on a Bond villain, “you go on a few dates, let him feel you up, give him some material for the spank bank. When Luke sees that you’re moving on—especially with some loser—he’ll get crazy jealous, and bam, you’re back together for prom. It’s a fool-proof plan. Everybody wins.”

It’s hard to tell whether she’s joking or not. You decide to laugh it off. “You scare me sometimes.”

 She cocks one eyebrow, sitting back in her chair. Definitely not a joke. “Fine, have it your way. Maybe I’ll ask him out. You know what they say about tall, skinny guys.”

Yeah, right. Amber would swallow him whole. Like a fucking anaconda.

Snake or not, she’s thrown down the gauntlet, and you know all too well how badly something like this could end if she didn’t get her way. It’s difficult to know which part of this she enjoys most—embarrassing somebody like Klitz, or getting you to do what she wants with so little effort. 

“You’re a real bitch,” you tell her, only half-serious, but you’re still standing, walking across the lunch room with more than a few pairs of eyes on you. Everyone’s eyes—except for Klitz.

He’s looking pointedly at the table, but his friends aren’t. You know Matt from some of your classes, and Eli’s house is just a few down from your own. He’s watching you wide-eyed, smacking Klitz on the arm, flinching when Klitz hits him back. You’re still too far to hear them, but you can read his lips well enough.

Dude, she’s coming this way.

Klitz thinks his heart is going to burst from his chest, like that scene in Alien that Eli made him watch even though he felt like he was going to puke for half the movie and had his eyes glued on the ceiling for the rest.

God, he hopes he doesn’t puke now.

Eli and Matt do their best to appear natural, which isn’t saying much. He watches Eli’s eyes flash in your direction and then back to him over and over again, their tempo quickening with every step closer you come. He knows exactly when you’re going to fall into the seat beside him and he still jumps.

“Hi.” You’re smiling up at him with sparkling lips, batting your lashes. You smell like a fruit smoothie—strawberries, peaches, pineapple. He can’t speak.

Eli jumps in with a cheeky smile, filling in Klitz’s silence. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi.” You shoot a glance and a smile in his direction, but your eyes always come back to Klitz.

He’s definitely going to puke.

Klitz waits for you to go in on him. Waits for you to say, what’s your deal, you fucking perv? I know that you think about me every time you touch yourself, know about all your stupid little disgusting fantasies. You can forget it. I’d rather eat shards of glass for breakfast than let you touch me. He hates to admit it, but the idea of you calling him out like that makes him kind of hot.

Instead you rest your head in your hand, crossing your legs under the table so your skirt rides up higher against your thigh. He watches your knee nudge his, and he wouldn’t believe it if he wasn’t seeing this with his own eyes. Everything from the waist down is numb.

Almost everything.

“So Tim—“ you start, and that shakes him a little from his haze.

“You know my name?” he asks before he can stop himself.

You actually laugh a little. Matt’s head falls into hands.

“Yeah, of course. You sit behind me in AP Lit.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” He wonders if you’ve noticed him scooting to the edge of his chair so that he could peer over your shoulder, watching you fill your notebook with your bubbly handwriting, laughing silently at the little doodles that you draw in the margins. He wonders if you can hear the way he breathes a little deeper when he rests his chin in his hand, trying to catch a whiff of your shampoo.

“Anyways,” you brush off his odd behavior with a flick of your wrist, turning more fully to face him, your knee pressing higher up on his thigh, “they’re doing a special showing of Scream at The Obsidian tomorrow, and I really want to go see it, but my friends are too scared and I don’t want to go alone” —you pause, glancing down, looking up at him through your lashes like you know it’s cheat code for shutting off his brain— “and I guess I was wondering if you’d want to go . . . with me?”

What. The. Fuck.

“Of course he will,” Eli says, “Klitz loves scary movies.”

That’s a lie. He wonders what else Eli could make up in the next few minutes it would take him to remember how to make sounds with his mouth. Yeah, my friend Klitz fucks like a god. He may look scrawny and weak, but under that polo? It’s solid muscle and a twelve inch dick. 

“Really?” Now you have your hand on his arm, skin to skin contact. There’s a buzzing in his ears, like his head is full of hornets.

“Uh, yeah.” What had he just agreed to? It doesn’t really matter; you could ask him to do laps around the room naked and he’d start stripping.

“So you’ll go?”

“Yeah.” He’s lucky you’re not asking him tougher questions. He's lucky you don't seem to notice his eyes flashing between your face and your tits.

“Great, it’s a date.” You bend back behind him, shirt riding up over your hip, revealing more and more of your skin, the dip of your waist—the perfect place to dig his fingers in. He hears the rumble of his backpack zipper echoing through his skull, and he brings his hand to his lips, biting into the meat of his palm.

You pop back up into his field of vision and take his wrist in your grip, positioning him just the way you’d like before bending in close. His spit smears across your skin as you hold him in place, and he’s counting his breaths, trying to stay conscious.

“Here’s my number,” you write it carefully across the back of his hand, punctuating the digits with a heart, “text me.”

“Yeah,” he says again, a broken record.

“Cool,” you smile at him one last time, popping the cap back on the pen, tucking it behind his ear. With a wink and a flip of your skirt, you’re gone.

 Matt’s staring at the numbers on the back of his hand. “Dude. What just happened?”Klitz has no idea. Not a single. fucking. clue.

#klitz x reader #klitz x you #klitz the girl next door #klitz fanfic #my writing

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Bouquet

Klitz x Reader

warnings : none?

a/n : i got this prompt off of pinterest😭 ideas were needed and i’m sorry if your name is helen😭

“For fucks sake.” The owner of the flower shop that you worked at (for some reason) had just called you to cover someone else’s shift as they were ‘sick’.

You knew exactly who’s shift you had to cover. That bitch Helen’s. Ugh you hated her with every fibre of your being.

And the worst thing is, you had to go there right after you’d finished school. You were on your way right now.

Sighing, you unlocked the door to the shop and went in the back to prepare yourself.

Letting out another sigh, you stood behind the counter, bored out of your life.

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2 hours had passed and there had been no customers. The odd occasional person, but they never intended to buy anything.

You thought of just packing up and going home, you literally couldn’t take it anymore.

That was until someone barged in and slapped about 20 bucks on the counter.

“How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in a flower?”

You gave the teenage boy a confused look. The fuck? You were sure you’d seen him before somewhere.

“Um, follow me?” You led him into a small room full of various flowers.

“So you said you wanted to know how to passive-aggressively say fuck you in a flower?” He nodded. You chuckled under your breath.

“Right then. We have geraniums which mean stupidity, foxglove which means insincerity, meadowsweet which means uselessness, yellow carnations which means you have disappointed me, and orange lilies which means hatred. Take your pic.”

The boy looked stunned at your knowledge of flowers, well you did work in a flower shop after all, you had to know these things.

“Um, can I just take 2 of all of them?” He asked, nervously. “I don’t think 20 dollars is gonna get you 2 each of 5 different types of flower.”

“Oh.” His face flushed red.

“You know what, I might loose my job for this but you’re cute so it doesn’t matter, I’ll let you have them for free.”

Once again the boy’s face flushed red at your comment of him being cute, but you dismissed it.

“T-thank you.” He stuttered.

You took 2 each of each flower you had recommended as he requested and put them all in a bouquet.

“So, who’s it to?” You asked him. “Huh?” The confused look on your face made you want to melt. “Who is the bouquet for?” You could see the memory comeback to him as his fists clenched.

“Eli Brooks.” Wait- you definitely knew Eli Brooks, and you definitely knew the guy in front of you, you’d seen his familiar bowl cut and small glasses around. Holy shit, this was  Matthew Kidman’s friends. You knew Matthew as the school president whatever the fuck he was.

“You’re Timothy Klitz aren’t you?” You asked him. “Huh-What? Oh, yeah-um-yeah, that’s me. Everyone calls me Klitz.” You nodded your head with a small smile.

“Well, I hope your friend Eli enjoys this bouquet full of loathing, enjoy your day!” You handed it to him and he shouted to you before he rushed out of the door.

“Thank you! And y-you too!”

The smile on your face never disappeared for the rest of the day.

Yes :)

Let me know if you want a part 2 :D

#paul dano #paul dano x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz x reader #klitz x you #tim klitz #klitz fanfic #klitz #klitz imagine #the girl next door #flowers #flower shop

[lost-in-sokovia]

How about forehead kisses + cheek kisses for klitz. HE’S INSECURE, HE NEEEEEDS IT.

(Anywhoooo, love your content so much and good luck with your essay! You got this bestie! 🥰💖)

god i fuckin love klitzy thank you for this, anon😩

markings

“dude, say something, would you?”

klitz blinked and looked up from his forlorn trance as eli snapped his fingers in klitz’s face. you sat next to klitz with your head propped in your hands, looking at him with concern as klitz adjusted his jacket and kept his eyes lowered. the cafeteria was loud as usual, everyone up to their own business as you and your little group of guys sat by yourselves in the swarm of rowdy high schoolers.

eli scoffed and rolled his eyes at his friend’s lack of a reply, taking a bite of the sandwich he was holding. klitz’s bangs were falling into the eyes he tried to hide and you swiped them aside, trying to lower your head and meet his gaze from the side.

“klitz, what’s wrong?” you asked quietly. eli and matt stared much it was uncomfortable, you looking to them and giving them a mind your own business look.

“nothing. y’know, just… douchebags,” he muttered. ever since the two of you started dating, klitz had been subject to more bullying than just flying under the radar. you weren’t popular by any means, but you had a bit more social status than the tripod and people took than as an opportunity to tell klitz horrid things and diminish his self esteem even lower than it already was.

“dude, don’t pay attention to those fuckers,” matt sighed. “they’re just giving you a rough time.”

klitz didn’t respond, and eli reached across the table to give him a clap on the shoulder.

“come on man, at least they recognize you’ve got a super hot girlfriend. don’t let it get you down because she’s out of your league,” eli said happily, his version of offering comfort. you glared absolute daggers at him, slightly horrified by what he said, before flipping him the bird. matt slugged him in the arm and you moved closer to klitz so your thighs and hips were touching.

“you know i think you’re the most handsome boy in the world, right?” you asked softly, placing your hands on his shoulder. he simply blinked, hiding his upset expression with his long bangs. you frowned. “tim, answer me baby,” you begged, adding his first name to show him just how serious you were.

“i don’t know why you think i am, there are so many better-looking guys than me…” he muttered back, failing at the laugh he tried to add at the end. your heart broke in your chest as you rubbed his jacketed shoulder. the boys didn’t exactly know what to say, and your anger boiled as you thought about the dipshits in the hallway who would take time out of their day just to say demeaning things to your lovely boyfriend. unfortunately, you didn’t quite know what to say either.

“klitz,” you sighed. you brushed back some of his chestnut hair and you did the only thing you thought of. you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “i can sit here all day and tell you how handsome and pretty i think you are, but i know you’re more receptive when i show you,” you whisper. that sent a slight shiver down klitz’s spine as he sat with his back slightly hunched and gaze still downward.

you pressed gentle little kisses to his cheek before moving to his forehead. his heart tingled in his chest and you so desperately wished to make your boy feel adored and loved.

your fingers gently ran through his hair as he melted into every kiss you placed on his skin. after a few minutes you pressed one to his lips, and one of his hands moved to rub your knee. you pulled away just enough to press your forehead against his.

“i love you, timothy klitz. you’re perfect just how you are, you’re perfect just for me,” you breathed. he nodded hesitantly, unable to argue with you when you had him this lovesick. you stayed like that and closed your eyes, your hand caressing one side of his head.

“your cheeks and forehead are a bit glittery, pal,” matt cleared his throat awkwardly. you’d forgotten you were wearing lip gloss.

you giggled and klitz let out a scoff, smiling at your little markings of love you’d left on him.

#klitz x you #timothy klitz fluff #timothy klitz x reader #timothy klitz #klitz the girl next door #klitz x y/n #klitz x reader #klitz fanfic #klitz #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

[poppyseed018]

hiii!!! i hope you’re doing well :) please could we have some fluffy klitz headcanons based on how he’d treat his s/o on their period and how he’d comfort them etc?? tysm!!!

hi anon 🐛 thanks so much for the request. this is adorable and hope you’re doing well too, hope i did it justice !! requests are still open, but i’m slow lol🍓

warnings: nsfw mentions, mainly fluff and awkward klitzy, i tried to be as gender neutral as possible:)

-he���s definitely clueless when it comes to all this stuff but absolutely will put in the effort to care for you

-being on the phone together and you’re complaining about cramps “it just hurts so bad. kill me please” curled up in your bed with the blanket like a cacoon

-he knows you’re joking but he feels so bad you’re suffering knowing he can’t do much to help

-he’d shamefully ask his mom how he could help you “like should i bring them chocolate or something? mom! don’t laugh, seriously!” and he definitely does bring chocolates

-he did do some actual research and also brought chips, pomegranate juice, and a heating pad which turned out to not even work

-“ok y/n i’m coming over with some snacks and stuff. do you need like tampons or pads or whatever? what’s your pussy size?” he’s joking but also not…

-when he comes over he talks in a very calm, soft voice to the point where it’s almost annoying “heyyyy babe how ya doing?”

-he grabs some extra blankets for you and wraps them around you and lays next to you. not even really with just next, to give you some space

-“it’s ok klitz you can come closer, i won't bite” you open up the blankets so he can come cuddle up inside with you “please need you close” you frown

-he mimics your face and snuggles up next to you. it’s warm and cozy, and for a moment you forget all the pain your body is putting you through

-he would rub your stomach or back depending on how you’re laying to help calm you and try to warm it up

-Eventually you fall asleep and he gives you little kisses all over. it’s almost a game for him: how many before they wake up

-once he knows your really down he’ll go get you some water and some tylenol for when you wake up

-while you’re still asleep he gets the shower going for when you wake up to help clean you off and keep you warm

-when he comes back to your room you’re already stirring awake. taking the tylenol and stretching before it hurts too much

-“can we shower together baby” you really just want to be warm and close to him again

-he helps you up and towards the bathroom. slowly taking off all your clothes, asking for permission before he removes every item

-kissing every body part up and down, looking you in the eyes “is this ok?” he’s so soft and respectful

-once you're in the shower together he’s quick putting his hands on you and sudsing you up but mainly just holding each other as he continues to rub your back, giving your shoulders soft squeezes almost like he’s trying to squish the pain right out of you

-he practically does though, by the end of the shower you’re putty in his hands while he holds you close to his chest, giving him little thank you kisses all over his chest and jaw. you know he’s rock hard rn and you couldn’t be more turned on yourself but right now it’s just love and care and you’re both happy with that

#paul dano #paul dano smut #klitz fluff #klitz #klitz fanfic #klitz smut #klitz the girl next door #klitz x you #klitz x reader #tim klitz #klitz imagine #fluff #edward nashton fluff #danonation

[emilyan4lb34ds]

Tired // Klitz fluff

A/N: This is just a normal fluff, also I haven’t written in like a year so this is pretty bad but I’ll get better LOL dw

Summary: Klitz has been overworking himself studying, you try to help him take a break 

Characters: Klitz/Klitzy

Word total: 695

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You sat yourself at the edge of his bed, waiting for him to look up and say something to you. At this point any sort of attention will do. You know how important these finals are and how much he has to study, but you’re also well aware of how much he’s overworking himself. Everything on his face reads how stressed out he is. His tired eyes and slipping glasses. You would never want to force him to take his attention off his studies, but right now that might be what he needs.

“Klitz”

He only slightly turns his head when you whisper his name, not wanting to lose his focus. “Yeah?”

“Why don’t you take a break, come lay with me for a bit.”

“Oh, you know I’d love to but I really have to get the rest of this done.” The exact answer you knew you’d be given.

You feel slightly guilty for asking for this attention, seeing as most of his focus is typically on you already. But the concerned part of you is taking over.

“Klitz.” You say with a firmer tone.

This change in voice causes him to finally look up from his papers. “Babe I know you want me to lay down with you but I’m really busy right now.”

You get up from the bed and stand next to him, cupping his cheek in one of your hands. “You’re tired, you need a break baby.” You chose your words carefully, knowing he secretly adored being babied. Although it’ll take more than that to drag his attention away from his work. “Please come lay down with me.”

He stays silent for a few seconds, debating what he should do. “I am really tired.” He says, stating the obvious.

“I know.” You grab his hand and lead him over to the bed. You go down first, allowing him to lay himself almost on top of you.

Once you two are finally laying down you run your fingers through his hair. “I’m proud of you for studying so much”

“But?”

You giggle at his remark. “But you need to learn to take breaks. I don’t like seeing you tire yourself out so much.”

“That’s why I have you.” He leans his face into the crook of your neck, scattering little kisses throughout. With one hand your intertwined your fingers with his and with the other you rubbed along his back. You felt him give a little shiver as your cold hand touched his spine.

Klitz looks up at you and you couldn’t help but fall deep into his eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” You say, continuing to admire him.

He smiles and turns his face away. With as much as you try to compliment him he still doesn’t know how to take them. It is cute to watch him get flustered at least.

“You really are Klitzy.”

He reaches up and places your cheek in his palm, grazing it with his thumb. You consider yourself lucky to have someone who is as into the physical aspect of a relationship as you are. Albeit it is likely due to him being mostly touch starved before you two got together. He was awkward about it at first. Never knowing when to hold your hand or how close to lay to you. But it was like heaven when he got into the swing of things. Now he takes any chance he gets to hold you. Often he’ll hold your thigh under the table to avoid Eli clowning on you two for PDA.

“I really need to be getting my papers done.”

You hold him tighter to avoid him trying to get up. “What you really need is a nap sweetie.” You gently pull his glasses off his face and set them on his dresser. “You’re almost done with them anyways. You can finish them first thing in the morning.” You connect your lips to his forehead. “I promise.”

He yawned into your skin. “You’re right.” His words trailed off.

You embraced the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. How someone could be this breathtaking while they’re sleeping is beyond you.  “Goodnight sweetheart.”

#danonation #paul dano #klitz #klitzy #klitz fanfic #eli brooks #klitz x reader

[short-skirt-longjackett]

High School Sweethearts pt.4

(I feel pretty good for being dead, but hey y’all i am alive!! Sorry I’ve been gone but I’m learning to put myself first and set healthy boundries :)) but here is Klitz!!)

-Klitz x gn!reader

-warnings: alcohol, harassment, argument but fluff

The five of you arrived at a party of some sort. Your mind still wondered off to the thoughts of you and Klitz earlier that day, you longed to be in his arms and lap again. God damn Eli for coming over with that porno and God damn Matt and Danielle for also coming...not so much Danielle but your point still stands. You just wanted it to be Klitz and yourself tonight...

You walked with Klitz and Eli inside to a crowded house, loud music and people yelling instead of talking filled the room. You took a deep breathe before diving into the sea of drunk teenagers.

“So guys, us, at a high school party?!’ Eli laughed, taking a sip of beer from his  red solo cup. You laughed lightly, taking a sip yourself. You still wished this day was just you and Klitz. 

Klitz made sure to stay by you, one cup in his hand and the other hovering over your hip. He slowly put his hand on your hip, his heart rate picking up as the palm of his hand was on your hip. You blushed at the contact, the cup by your face covering your smile.

“Yeah it’s bitchin...” Klitz said confidently, taking another sip of beer. Bitchin? That’s pretty new to hear from him, but you didn’t mind. Eli and Klitz continued to talk but all you could focus on is the grip Klitz has on you. Your mind trailed back to when he had his hands on your hips when you were in his lap. The same pressure, he used then, he used now.

You couldn’t help but feel another pair of eyes on you, you turned to your right to see two boys around your age staring at you and talking. You felt nervous, why were they looking at you? Why were they smiling and laughing behind their red solo cups...You took another sip and looked away. Hopefully you guys can go home soon.

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The three of you make your way outside, seeing Matthew and Danielle being talked to by other boys. “Wonder what that’s about..” you ask, looking up at Klitz. he just watched as he said, “No idea..” he said, taking another sip.

A drunk jock you remember from your English class came over and wrapped his arms around Eli and Klitz’s neck, “Hey guys, me and my friends who are hosting this party made a whoooole list of who to invite, aaand we don’t know you you guys are.” he slurred, obviously drunk.

Another football player you never interacted with came over “And it is getting a little crowded here so we need you guys to leeeave but, this little piece of ass can stay here.” He flirted, getting close to you. It felt obvious he was staring down your shirt. you felt nervous but weren’t going to take this, “If they leave, I leave.” you stated firmly, hearing the drunks cackle at your attempt to act tough.

“Y/n, don’t, it’s okay..” Eli said, trying to release from the grip of the jock. “No, this is bullshit! If you guys leave, I leave,” you stated, starting to get pissed. Klitz manages to get out of his grip, “Just get away from them..They don’t want you..” he says, taking your hand.

 Eli manages to escape as well, “Yeah! Fuck you guys!” Eli laughed, walking away laughing. “Maybe if you want your guests to stay, you should give them respect.” you said firmly, grabbing Klitz’s cup and dumping yours and his cups of beer onto both of their heads.

You heard crowd laugh and gasp at your actions. You stomped away, not even to look back at Klitz. After angrily finding and telling everyone to go to Klitz car, Klitz dropped Matt, Danielle, and Eli at their house. This left you and Klitz in the car together, in an awkward silence.

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He pulled up to your house and you looked at your phone.

9:04

Nice, just in time to go inside and just go to your room and scream into your pillow. “So, uhm, are you okay?” he asked that million-dollar question. You looked at him with tears and anger in your eyes, “No, Klitz, I’m not okay! I have never felt more embarrassed and humiliated in my life! I had boys staring at me, people harassing me, and I didn’t sign up to go to a party tonight!” you exploded, hands flying in the air. 

Your breathe started to get shaky and started to hiccup, tears coming down your face, “A-All I wanted to do...was be with you! I want you! Not a party, you! Not Eli, Matt, or Danielle...you!” you cried, putting your face into the palms of your hands. “I just wanted to s-spend my Saturday with you Klitz...I wanted the night to be us...And I loved when we kissed but was that just in the moment? Or for real? Tell me!” you yelled, looking at him. 

Klitz felt like he could cry by just looking at your face and hearing your voice shake. “Y/n...I really do like you, I know it’s sudden but I do like you and I’m so sorry things got messed up. I know I can’t fix your night, but I-I’m sorry..” his breathe shook, leaning in to hug you.

Accepting the hug, you cried. You cried but not because you’re happy, still a bit pissed but happy. You looked at him and smiled, “I should be mad at you, but you’re so cute I can’t be,” you laughed, staring at him smiling at you, “Can I kiss you again...?” you asked as he nodded, giving a small ‘yes’.

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss, feeling relief when doing so. You both stayed like this for a few minutes. You pulled away, smiling and checking your  phone.

9:15

Oh shit, okay, you need to get inside before you get a phone call from you mom. Not cause you’re gone, but who’s gonna make sure all the blinds are closed in the house? “I can walk you to your porch..” Klitz offered, you accepted. 

When you made it to your porch Klitz gave you a smile, “Can I make it up to you tomorrow? Maybe go out for lunch?” he asked.

“Like...a date?” you asked, blushing, “Yeah..! Like a date!” he smiled and laughed lightly. You gave him a quick hug, “Come pick me up around 1:30 tomorrow, okay?” you said, he nodded quickly.

“I should get going...but can I have one more kiss?” he asked, feeling his hands sweat with nervousness. You laughed before saying ‘yes’, kissing him softly before coming standing on your tip toes to kiss him. 

You pulled away and pulled the spare key from under your doormat, “Okay, I’ll see your around 1:30 tomorrow.. goodnight, drive safe!” you said quickly before shutting the door.

Klitz stood there for an extra 30 seconds before laughing excitedly and heading back to his car. Tomorrow is going to be the best damn day of his life.

#danonation #paul dano #klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz x you #klitz x gn! reader #klitz fanfic #klitz #the girl next door #eli the girl next door

[multifandomfanfictionblog]

| Klitz x gn!reader + Jealous Eli |

warnings: angst, eli being very jealous, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of porn conventions, and bad ending.

Eli was very mad jealous about seeing you and klitz as a couple, he just wanted to join into y’all’s relationship but he knew he couldn’t. So, he played it cool when he saw y’all coming towards him while you both hold hands. He didn’t know why he felt this way but it was very sad for him to see that you both were such a cute couple which made him smile.

When you saw Eli down the hallway, you ran to him hugging him into a tight hug and he hugged back, you pulled away quickly from him and asked “Well, Eli.. I wanted to tell you something that me and Klitz have been talking about for a while now, it’s about you mostly.. uh we’ve noticed something strange is going on with you lately..” you said looking at Eli.

“W-What? No! I’m fine.” He lied, “Yeah, sure Eli..” Klitz said in a sarcastic tone. “Fine.. Im just really jealous of you two, because you two are so cute together but look at me, I literally don’t have a girlfriend.. and I’m very mad about it and I just wanna date your girlfriend, klitz…” He confessed.

“Woah.. you’re jealous just because you wanna fucking date me- you know I’m dating Klitz, and if you’re gonna act like this Eli you’re never gonna find a girlfriend!” You yelled, storming off. Kiltz was very angry at this point, Eli made you storm off and you, Eli and Kiltz made a fucking scene in front of the whole school. Matt was just standing at the end of the hallway shocked as hell.

“What the hell man?” Klitz said angrily, “What? I would’ve treated her better than you, klitzy. I would’ve took her to a fucking porn convention and had sex with her like you would never DO!” Eli said while the whole school was just yelling ‘Oooooooo’ very loud, you went back inside the school because you were sitting outside and you saw a crowd a people around klitz and Eli arguing.

You pushed your way through the crowd to get where they were and yelled ‘FUCKING STOP, THE BOTH OF YOU!’ and everything went silent. “Eli, Kiltz, I hate you both.. why do you guys have to fight over me..” you sobbed out.

Klitz went up to you and pushed you hard which hurt like hell, “K-Kiltz.. what was that for.?” You sobbed out, “For saying you hate me, I thought you fucking loved me you slut..” he yelled. “We’re breaking up, I’ve had enough of you.” He said, your heart broke into a million pieces.. and you ran outside of the school, still sobbing..

As you were on your way home, you saw Eli and went up to him, then he said, “I’m very sorry for acting that way in school the other day, can you forgive me?” He said, tearing up. “How can I forgive you for acting like a fucking dick? No, I can’t forgive you eli.” You said sobbing, running past him and he was very hurt..

Eli didn’t know how to move on after that..

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[therealbattleangel]

Hi!! I'd like to request Klitz x Reader where the reader is secretly SUPER busty, but it's like, really hard to tell cause their clothes do a pretty good job at hiding it. So, one hot summer day, they take their shirt off in front of him for the first time and Klitz gets to see y/n's massive titties for the first time, ever 💕💕

Summer Heat - Klitz x F!Reader

TW: Slight smut mentions and hints and Eli being Eli but mainly just fluff. But suggestive fluff

(Requests Open !)

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Y/N always wore baggy clothes or at least that is what Klitz was used to. To think of it, he had never really seen her actual body before but he didn't really like thinking too much about it. It made him feel like a perv thinking about that. But that all changed one summer day.

It was very hot outside that day, almost 100°F. Klitz thought his skin was going to melt off. It was so hot. He was hanging out with Eli, Matthew and Y/N, as usual. They were all struggling through the heat, finding any way to cool themselves off. Y/N sighed "it's too hot out here" she said before she slowly pulled off her shirt.

When she looked back towards her friends, they were all shocked "what? It's too fucking hot right now. Can't I just have some time to cool myself off?" She asked. Eli was the first to speak up "you… Have boobs" he said, causing Y/N to chuckle "yeah. Most women have them. Good job, Eli" she said sarcastically before Klitz gulped "um… They are um… B-big" he said as he blushed. She tilted her head at him "um thank you? Yeah, I usually wear baggy clothes for this very reason" she said as she shrugged.

Eli shook his head "how could you hide those? That's like a… A crime to humanity" he said, causing Klitz to hit his shoulder "hey!" Eli said in shock. Y/N rolled her eyes "so stupid. I mean really, if you are so desperate to see boobs, look at your dirty magazines" she said before walking off. Klitz followed after her "Y/N, I'm… I'm sorry about Eli. He's an idiot" he said as she chuckled softly "I know he is" she said as she sighed "no, no, I mean about your um… Y'know. He has never known how to talk to women. It really pisses me off sometimes" he said.

Y/N smiled softly "I'm glad you see it too. But don't worry about it, it's fine. Also Klitz, my eyes are up here" she jokingly said as she noticed that Klitz was still looking down at her boobs. He quickly looked away and shook his head "sorry. I just… Am surprised" he said. Y/N hummed "it's okay to look. I don't mind you looking. I mind the other guys looking but not you" she said in a flirty tone. Klitz widened his eyes and looked up at her before she gently kissed his cheek "you're the only one I want to look at me like this, Klitzy" she said before walking away, leaving Klitz in absolute shock.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Again, I am trying to not do so many Klitz fanfics but I want to fill out the last few Klitz requests so yeah. Hope this filled your requests well

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[lovelybunn]

cuddling with klitzy~ ༉‧₊

warning(s): mentions of sexual content, uses of pet names, jealous!reader

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The sheets shuffled against each other as you slid under them and into the warm, comforting arms of your boyfriend, Tim Klitz. He might have been somewhat of a so called "pornstar", especially after his appearance in the infamous sexual education video that went viral a few years back, but you didn't care. He was yours, and yours only.

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He yawned; his long fingers grazed circles around your bare back beneath your shirt. "I don't wanna do anything today. Just laying here with you is enough time well spent." Klitz muttered in your ear groggily. You eyed up at him, your head buried in his chest. "Well, we have to go to the store at some point, Klitzy. We have nothing to eat." He scoffed and rolled his eyes dismissively, "Come on, I'll do it later, I promise. Can't a guy snuggle up with his partner every once and a while?"

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You stared at him sharply. "If I said I'll give you head afterward, you would've done it right then and there." Klitz's emerald green eyes widened in pure embarrassment. He pushed his oval shaped glasses back up against his nose before he stuttered, "What? Why would you need to— No I wouldn't!" You smirked, admiring his shocked expression as heat swelled up against his pale face.

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Before Klitz had the chance to bicker any more about your teasing, you sat up, a gentler smile replaced the mischievous prior. Klitz's voice cracked as he asked, "What are you doing?" His eyebrows furrowed in a worried manner. You giggled. "Be patient, sweetie." Klitz's Adam's apple bobbed at the sudden pet name. He shut his eyes tightly, prepared for impact.

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You trailed your thumb against his jaw; it traced into a perfect "L" . "You're so pretty, Klitz, do you know that?" You watched as his face grew hotter and redder. "Well, not until April said I was cute, no. But thanks, babe." He stammered awkwardly. You shook your head in adoration. Your hand then traveled up his rosy cheeks and around his forehead until you combed your fingers through Klitz's bangs, moving them out of the way. He shivered under your touch. "Hey..." He protested. You ignored him, then placed a peck on his forehead.

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Klitz finally opened his eyes and gave you that goofy little grin that you've always loved. "Wow... that was way more wholesome than I expected it to be." You raised an eyebrow. "What were you expecting?" He froze. "Um—" You rolled your eyes and laid back down in his lap. "Don't answer that." He sighed in relief and wrapped his arms back onto your waist. You practically melted at the gesture.

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The two of you just relaxed there, in each other's embrace, until you asked, "You like me more than all those other.. people right?" Klitz looked down at you, disconcerted. "Of course I do, those people, they're my coworkers, babe. What I said about April earlier was me just admitting that I'm kind of an insecure loser who needs validation." He waited for a response from you, but it didn't come. "But yeah, I wouldn't be dating you if I liked any of them more."

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Klitz reached downward to cup your cheeks, and without hesitation, you let him. He gazed lovingly into your beautiful eyes, seeming to take you in. Then, he placed a sweet, tender kiss on your lips, quick, but passionate. You both exchanged warm grins before pulling each other into a nice bear hug. You nestled your head into the crook of Klitz's neck and laughed breathlessly through your nose. He squeezed you closer to him and whispered softly, "I don't just like you, I love you, babe. I'm yours, and yours only."

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[edlikesboys]

Masterlist <3

Edward Nashton <3

Sub!Edward smut Trans Edward (Ribblebat) Riddlebat smut

Klitz <3

Cake (Klitz x Eli)

Short and sweet atm but I will try to update regularly :) Feel free to request!

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[starlightsearches]

Truth or Dare

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (WIP)

Part 3 is finally here! Hopefully we all haven't forgotten about this one 😬 comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

Klitz x femme reader

Warnings: fake dating, language, sexual references

Not thinking about Klitz has been harder than you anticipated. 

It’s not just that he was sweet enough to pay for your popcorn and drink—even though you’re the one who invited him—or the way he went still every time you pressed your face into his shoulder when the candy-red fake blood started to splash across the screen. It wasn’t just the burn in your stomach as he walked you to your door—the thought of him trying to kiss you at the front of your mind and the turmoil deciding whether or not you’d let him. It wasn’t just the sinking feeling when you’d watched him walk away after an adorably awkward hug initiated by him and the chaste kiss you’d pressed to his cheek. 

No—instead you keep thinking about the way his eyes caught the light of the movie screen behind his glasses, dark green with streaks of golden brown, and the curve of his smile. You’re thinking about his long, lean fingers gripping the back of your seat when he’d pulled out of the parking spot, about the slightest hint of muscle you could trace beneath his sleeve. And you need that gone ASAP.

Sitting in the scorching sun in Amber’s backyard, you’ve emptied your head of everything but the smell of chlorine and sunscreen and your brain’s soupy remains. You’re almost at peace. You’ve just about burned it all away.

And then there’s a splash and the shock of cold water as Tyler shoves you from off the float, and all of that peace is gone. 

You splutter when your head breaks back through the water, hair dripping stinging chlorine into your eyes.

“Ugh, seriously? You asshole!” You swing at him, barely grazing skin as he dances out of your reach.

Tyler gives you a shit-eating grin, splashing some more water in your direction. 

“What’s your deal?”

You’ve never liked Tyler. He’s one of Luke’s friends—always loud and obnoxious, taking every joke too far. Amber only let him hang around her because his parents had a hot tub in their backyard and never lock their liquor cabinet. She’s lounging on one of the daybeds now, sipping from a Starbucks iced coffee and working on her tan. You swim in that direction, lifting yourself out of the pool by the ladder and yanking your towel from one of the empty chairs. 

“Ignore her, Tyler,” she says, “she’s just mad her date last night didn’t go the way she wanted.” 

You shoot her a wide-eyed warning look, and she just smiles back, too bright. You’d purposely avoided the topic with her, hoping she might forget after a few non-committal nods and a swift change of subject. She spent most of the morning spewing bullshit theories about how he spent the night after your date, and you laughed half-heartedly, waiting for her to run out of steam.

But it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen any time soon. 

“Oooooh, a date?” Tyler swims to the edge, jumping from the pool and you grit your teeth. The last thing you wanted was his full attention. “Did you and Luke get back together?”

“God, no,” you say, glancing at Amber one last time, hoping she might offer something since she’s the one who brought it up. She’s not even looking at you, sipping pointedly from her drink. 

You plop down on one of the chairs, adopting the most casual tone you can manage. “I went and saw a movie with that guy, uh, Tim.”

“Tim who?” Tyler’s walking on his hands across the edge of the pool. You just barely resist the urge to plant a single, solid kick to his chest. 

You sigh instead, bracing yourself. “Tim Klitz.”

He almost falls into the pool on his own, scrambling back to his feet. “Holy shit. Are you serious?” Tyler snatches the towel from your hands, throwing it over his shoulder, on his knees at your side. “You went on a date with Tim Klitz? Glasses? Bowl Cut? Oh my god, did he pay you?”

“No.” You take the towel back, maybe just to cover the heat in your cheeks, “I asked him.”

Tyler looks like you just said you really enjoy the taste of pool water. “Why?”

“Because I wanted to,”—true or not, you still say it, and whatever you say to Tyler, you say to everybody— “he sits behind me in English and he’s nice and since I’m single now . . .”

Tyler actually looks thoughtful for the first time in his life. “Damn . . . Luke’s gonna be pissed when he finds out.”

“I don’t care if Luke shits himself when he finds out—he’s not my boyfriend anymore.” 

That, at least, is true. 

The thoughtful look on Tyler's face is immediately gone, replaced with a shitty little grin. “Yeah, now you and Klitzy are gonna get it on.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s something hidden in your voice. “He’s not my boyfriend either.” 

“When are you going to see him again?” Amber finally decides to cut in, pushing her sunglasses up over her nose and into her hair.

You hadn’t thought you would see him again. The date was fine, of course . . . maybe even more than fine, but you never really expected to go out with him again, regardless of the “plan” Amber had initially outlined. One date to get Amber off your back was harmless. A second would be on the verge of cruel.

You shrug one shoulder, and fake some nonchalance. “I don’t know.” 

She flips over onto her stomach, pillowing her head on the backs of her hands. “Just call him up right now.”

“Uh, now?” you ask with an awkward laugh, sparing a glance in Tyler’s direction. You can hear the little warning signals in your brain pinging when you notice how closely he’s watching, “there are easier ways to get rid of me, you bitch.” 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she says, “you’ve been moping all day and you obviously want to see him again, so just call him up.”

Biting the inside of your cheek is the only way you can keep yourself quiet. You hadn’t been moping all day—she’d purposely misread your silence as sulking, just because you didn’t want to make up shit she could use to get a laugh at Klitz’s expense.

You know Tyler’s still watching you, and Amber’s got a smug look on her face that says you fell right into her trap. You had no excuse to get out of it; the only plans you’d had for today were with her, and she seemed plenty willing to cancel. If you blew off this chance, Tyler would think that the date was just a lost bet or a joke. If that got back to Luke he’d brush it off, sure it was a desperate ploy to get his attention, and if it got back to Klitz . . . 

“Actually, Amber, that’s a great idea.”

You reach for your phone, walking to the shadier part of Amber’s backyard so neither of them could hear your conversation, and it does start to feel like every step you take is lifting a weight from your chest. You don’t know if that’s because it’s bringing you closer to Klitz or further from Amber and her bitchy attitude. 

The dial tone sounds in your ears—its steady, measured rhythm cut off after a few rings—but there’s no greeting from the other end of the line. Instead, the speaker is filled with fuzzy static and a chorus of quiet, overlapping voices. You recognize Klitz’s voice easily enough. The others must be Eli and Matt.

Whatever chaos is happening on the other end goes quiet. “Hello?”

“Hey, Klitz?” You do your best to ignore the little thrill that comes from hearing his voice again—his tone sweet and buzzing with nerves. 

“Uh, yeah, hey.”

“Hey, so listen,” you shift the phone in your hand, trying to shield the speaker from picking up Amber’s screams as Tyler threatens to throw her in the pool, “I’m such an idiot and I totally forgot that we have the fucking Shakespeare final on Monday, and I haven’t even started studying. I was flipping through the study guide Ms. Hurst gave us and the thought of going through it all alone was actually painful, so I was maybe wondering if you’d want to study for it together?”

“Uh, sure,” he says, voice ripe with disbelief. He must get some coaching from his friends, because he doubles down on his acceptance, “yeah, actually, that would be great.”

“Okay, awesome. Are you free right now?”

“Well, I don’t—” there’s static again on the other end of the line; you can just make out Eli’s high-pitched shouting, “I mean, yeah. I can be free.”

“Cool. Would it be okay if I came over to you?”

“Sure. I’ll see you . . . soon.”

Klitz is just lucky he’s a fairly neat person.

He’d raced here from Eli’s house, taking the stairs to his room two at a time. Grabbing fistfuls of clothes off the floor came first—shoving basketball shorts he used as pajamas and a few suspiciously stiff t-shirts into his laundry hamper before forcing it inside the closet. He’d taken out the trash by his bedside next, hidden the tissues and lotion in his night stand. The Victoria’s Secret magazines he’d stolen from the mail before his mom could notice went in the shoe box underneath his bed—just in time for your knock on the door.

Klitz has never run this much in his life. Bounding down the stairs, he manages to reach the door before his mom could call out, or god forbid, get it herself.

He finds you standing on his porch, looking like a punch to the gut.

You’ve got so much skin—still glistening from the time you’ve spent in the sun—bare thighs stretching from the hem of your shorts, the deep v-neck of your t-shirt exposing the cups of your black bikini top and the plush skin of your tits. You’ve tied the strings at the back of your neck in a sweet little bow, and he fights the itch in his fingers to reach for one of those strings and pull.

He isn’t going to need those magazines any time soon . . .

Klitz pulls his eyes back to your face with some superhuman effort, feeling his cheeks go red. You’re smiling at him, scuffing the tip of your flip flop against the welcome mat. 

“Hi.” There’s no way you didn’t notice him staring, but the giggle in your greeting tells him that you didn’t necessarily mind.

“Hey,”—he overcompensates, regardless, looking anywhere but you as he steps out of the doorway, “uh, come in.” 

“Thanks. I hope I don’t smell like chlorine; I was just at Amber’s pool when I remembered the test and I didn’t want to drive all the way home to change when you’re so close by.” 

“That’s okay.” He should be thanking you, really, but all he can think about is popping the button on your shorts, shimmying the denim down over your thighs, running his hands under the hem of your shirt as you wrap your arms around his neck, straddling his lap . . .

You slip your sandals off and that feels like a safe place to look—white-painted toenails and the faded, woven bracelet tied loosely around your ankle. His hands would fit there so well, tasting the coconut sunscreen you’d massaged into your thighs, warm and soft. 

Klitz bites down hard enough on the inside of his cheek to taste blood. 

“So should we—”

“Oh yeah,”—shit, you’ve got this wicked spark in your eyes when he looks at you. Now you’d think he has a weird thing for feet— “uh, my room is just—”

“Tim, honey, who’s at the door?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His mom peers her head around the corner from the kitchen, flour in her pale brown hair and covering the front of the old Winnie the Pooh apron he bought for her a few Mother’s days back. 

Her face lights up when she sees you—Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree bright, smiling so wide he almost expects to see tears in her eyes.

“Tim,” she says, practically breathless with surprise, “I didn’t know you were having a friend over.”

God, she looks stunned—wide-eyed—turning to Klitz for an explanation that he can’t offer except that maybe you’re performing some kind of community service.

He wonders when he’ll get past this—if people will ever stop staring when they see you with him, if he’ll ever be able to see one of those looks without going no, really, she’s mine. He wonders if he could ever believe it himself.

“Hi, Mrs. Klitz,” you turn on the charm immediately—to your credit—offering your name with a friendly wave, and his mom just gushes, telling you to call her Janey, reaching for you with open arms and the gentle warning that I’m a hugger. He wants to disappear into the floor.

It’s not like Klitz is embarrassed by his mom—they’ve always been close, especially since it’s been just the two of them after Stacey left for Harvard a couple years ago—but he had hoped this could have gone differently. He’d have liked to let his mom know that you were coming, first off, and maybe warned her against the hugging. 

The first time he introduced you to his mom, he’d hoped it would be as his girlfriend.

It’s stupid, and naive, but still . . . 

You’re going on about AP lit, your plans for after graduation and all the colleges you applied for, and his mom is just eating it up, like she’s about to suggest you ditch her son to spend the afternoon with her, and the way you talk sounds like you might take her up on the offer.

“Anyways,” Klitz jumps in before that could happen, “we should probably get started on studying.” 

To her credit, his mom reads the look he gives her loud and clear. “Right, right—of course. Have fun!”

“Will do,” you answer, offering his mom one last smile, “it was nice meeting you, Janey.” 

She heads back into the kitchen with a flattered giggle, and you climb the stairs only a few steps behind Klitz, following him into his room. He presses the door shut behind him with a soft click, wondering if you, too, can only hear the sound of his breathing.

He’s never had a girl over before, not in his house, and definitely not in his room. He watches you take in the space with an inscrutable expression, and he desperately wants to know what you’re thinking, wants an itemized list of every reaction you’re having to his space and what caused it. The Star Wars posters, the plain blue bedspread his mom got him from Target—he needs to know what it’s telling you about him, and he needs to know if you like it.

“Your mom is sweet,” you say, sitting down on the edge of his mattress with a chorus of squeaky springs. He presses his sweaty palms against his slacks, trying to look in your eyes and not at your crossed legs.

You came over to study, he reminds himself, to study.

“Uh, yeah,” he coughs, “yeah, she is.” He takes a step towards the desk chair, but his ears are ringing, filled with the sound of Eli’s voice calling him a pussy, and in an uncharacteristically brave move, he falls to the bed beside you.

And you don’t say a word about it, leaning back on your elbows like you hang out on his bed together every day of your life. 

“So . . .  do you have the study guide?”

And it’s all . . . easier than he thought it would be. There’s no awkward silence, no fumbling from his end—he even manages to make you laugh a few times, bringing up some mildly-funny incidents that had happened in class, almost like the two of you have inside jokes.

It’s strange that in all his day-dreams, sitting behind you in class, wondering what it would feel like to have you notice him, to spend any amount of time with you, he never thought it could be so . . . comfortable.

The study guide is limp in his hands, flipped to the last page. It had only taken around an hour to cover all of the material, but you haven’t even hinted that you might want to leave, resting on your hip with your head cupped in one hand, nose scrunched up in laughter at something he’d just said.

It would be too easy for him to kiss you like this. You’re not that far from where he sits with his legs crossed—he could span the distance by just bending at the waist, could shift onto his stomach if you pulled him in closer, could rest his weight on top of you and bury you against his mattress.

“Klitz?”

There’s nothing he can do to stop himself from blushing. “Sorry, what’d you say?”

You haven’t stopped smiling at him. It’s kind of freaking him out. “I just wanted to know if you have an idea for the essay question?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Klitz shrugs, “I was thinking maybe one of the sonnets. What about you?”

“Probably Romeo and Juliet.”

He can’t help but make a face. “Really?”

You bring your brows together. “You didn’t like it? That one was my favorite.”

Klitz knew that already. He knew because you’d mentioned it when you volunteered to read for Juliet, and he remembered because he thought about volunteering for Romeo’s part—maybe hoping that some of your love for the play would rub off on him. He’d chickened out, though, spent the class listening to some other guy tell you you looked like the sun when he didn’t even know what that meant. So maybe the play is a little sour in his mind.

“I just—” he sighs, “I mean it’s really sad, right? They both, you know, die, and it’s not like they were actually in love with each other or whatever. They only knew each other for like a couple weeks, and they were both kids . . .”

“That’s what I like about it,” —you’ve shifted towards him, leaning on both elbows so you can look him in the eye. From this angle, he could glance down the front of your top if he wanted, might even be quick enough that you wouldn’t notice, excited as you are, but his gaze is trapped in yours— “maybe they’re not in love with each other—but they’re in love with the idea of love. That’s what makes them break the boundaries. It was the only thing strong enough to end the feud between their parents. It’s a tragedy, but it’s also about the ways love can save us.” 

Klitz hums. It’s weird hearing you talk about something he’s had the barest experience with. He knows he loves his mom and his sister, and he loves his friends—even though they’re kind of dorks—but that’s not the kind of love you’re talking about. You’re talking about the kind of love that makes his palms sweat and his glasses fog at the edges. 

“Have- do you think you’ve ever been in love?” He swallows, knowing you must be thinking about Luke. The study guide has turned a darker blue where he grips it. 

“I don’t know . . . I guess not; if you’re in love you’d probably have to know it. Have you?”

He drops his eyes from yours, maybe so you won’t see how thrilled he is by your answer. “No.”

“Hmmmm. Well, when it happens,”—there’s the soft shifting sound of the comforter beneath you as you slide your hips forward— “you’ll have to tell me about it.”

You’re so close, and it’s a kind of close you’ve chosen, bright eyes on his before they wander down the slope of his nose, over his rounded cheeks, landing on his lips. Klitz swallows harshly because he knows what that means and he’s still so fucking afraid, heart on its way out of his chest, stomach roiling like he’s gonna puke the organ right out his mouth and hold it still-beating in his open hands.

“Oh.”

You rip away from him just as he was about to push forward, and he turns instead to the now-open door, his mom standing there with her hand still on the door knob and her mouth shaped into a surprised little o.

“Mom.” Jesus Christ, he wants to kill himself. Out of all the times she could forget to knock.

“Sorry honey,” she laughs, rapping her knuckles lightly against the door, way too late, “I just wanted to let you know that there’s cookies out of the oven, if you wanted to come down and get some, or I could bring them up—”

“You don’t have to do that, Janey,” you cut in casually, calm where Klitz is flustered, “we can come grab them.”

“Okay, perfect. Well, I don’t want to interrupt your studying, so I’ll just, um, I’ll just go now.” She steps back through the gap in the door, leaving it conspicuously open behind her.

That gap is mirrored between the two of you; Klitz doesn’t know how to get that closeness back.

He clears his throat, and decides to start with something easy, sliding his hand across the mattress until his pinky just brushes against yours. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” you’re trying to smile at him, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, “it’s just—”

He’s waiting for it. Waiting for you to say I think we should just be friends. 

But those aren’t the words that come out of your mouth. “I really like you, Klitz, but I just got out of a really long and kind of messed up relationship. I’d need to . . . take it slow.”

You press your hand on top of his, squeezing a little at his fingers.  

“Slow?” Klitz asks, little rivulets of hope streaming through his chest. It’s not what he wants, but it’s something.

“Is that okay?” 

You catch your lip in between your teeth, watching him with apprehensive eyes. Klitz just nods. He wonders whether a kiss would fall within the bounds of taking it slow. 

There’s no chance for him to find out; you stand, bouncing a little on the balls of your feet.

“Are you hungry? I’m fucking starving. Let’s go get something to eat.”

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[thethreeeyed-raven]

Bouquet

part 1

Klitz x Reader

warnings : none?

a/n : i made a playlist for him just to write this, let me know if you want the link🤩

Klitz walked into the school, the bouquet ready for his friend in his hands.

Of course, he got a bunch of weird looks in the hallways. “Aww, are you confessing to someone?”

Ugh, teenagers.

Klitz found Eli at his locker, shoving in books and taking some out, Matthew beside him.

“Here, cunt.” He shoved the bouquet into Eli whilst Matthew looked astonished.

“Awww, do you like me Klitzy? Is that why you’re giving me flowers?” Eli teased, pouting to taunt him.

“Actually, all of these flowers have negative meanings. All in all, fuck, you.” Klitz rolled his eyes as he walked away to his next class.

"What?" Eli complained. "You can't just- I'M SORRY KLITZY! IT WAS ONLY ONE MISTAKE!" He shouted after him.

Without looking at Eli, Klitz raised his hand, giving him the finger (such a power move).

-

You wouldn't admit it, but you had been looking for the bowl-cut haired boy all day with the cute glasses. You were planning to ask for his number. Hopefully, he would give it to you.

As you were walking to your next class, which happened to be science, you bumped into a surprisingly tall figure.

"Excuse me, sorry-" You recognised the voice to be the boy's you were looking for all day. "Klitz?" He was surprised to say the least, he thought he wouldn't see you at all today.

"Hey, uh-" It was at that moment you realised you didn't tell him your name. "Shit, this is so embarrassing. My name is Y/n L/n." He nodded his head, testing your name under his breath.

"I would stay to chat longer, but I have to get to my science class, bye!" As you walked away, Matt sneaked up behind klitz.

"Who was that Klitzy, your girlfriend?" He said immensely loud, causing people around to look and stare at Klitz, making Matt smirk and Klitz flush red.

"Will you stop being so loud? And no, she's not my girlfriend." He said in a timid voice.

"So what is she then, your sneaky link?" Matt teased.

"Oh my god! Shut up!" Klitz said as he covered his face in embarrassment.

Let me know if you want a part 3🤩

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[poppyseed018]

First of Many Part 2

fem!reader X klitz (girl next door)

summary: klitz gets jealous and i just want to prove he has nothing to worry about. part one here

**requests are currently open**

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, 18+ ONLY, oral (m receiving), minor sub!klitz, jealous klitz and some weird eli (obvi)

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Its been almost 2 weeks since me and klitz had our kiss and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. When he got home that night he texted me: ‘i had a really nice time. and i would like to see you again:)’ it made me smile knowing he was thinking about it too.

earlier today klitz called me and asked me to come over. at first i was super excited to be all alone but he said his friend eli would be there too. i didn’t mind, i’ve met eli, he’s kinda funny. a little different but in a good way. i was mainly friends with Klitz, not so much his friends too but it should be fun.

right…?

Klitz and i were sitting on the couch flipping through the channels not really paying attention to it, mainly just waiting for Eli. He held my hand tightly, i could feel he was worried about us meeting all together. The doorbell rang and klitz quickly let go of me and raced to the door.

“Hey Eli! y/n is here on the couch, there's some food in the kitchen if you want,” opening the door letting Eli in.

“Klitzy so good to see you, wow y/n so it’s true you are together... good to see you, too.”

I gave him a quick smile and a small “hey” before turning my attention back to klitz. I wonder what he told them… Klitz came and sat back down next to me, putting his attention on the tv.

“You’re sure its ok he hangs out with us? I can tell him to leave and it can just be us.” it was barley audible, it was cute he was willing to do that for me.

“No its ok klitz, i promise. you dont have to keep asking me that, ya know.” he takes my hand and glances to eli, who was looking through the fridge, then brings my hand up and kisses my hand, ugh i’m gonna melt.

Eli came back in the living room and sat beside me, holding an array of snacks and putting them on the table in front of us.

“Ok guys i brought a really good film for us to watch, its a swedish horror without subtitles but you dont need to understand it to enjoy it” he got up and put it into the dvd player. Instantly it was loud and flashing red blood drippings onto the title screen. ok, interesting start. Klitz still had my hand in his but had them prominently displayed resting on his lap.

As the movie continued i could see eli and klitz glancing at each other and at me. Something weird is going on with them, did they get hypnotized by this movie or something?

A particularly gory part of the movie started and i winced into klitz shoulder, burying it into the crook of his neck. I could feel his pulse accelerate at the contact, i stayed there for a moment just enjoying that contact, and being genuinely grossed out.

“Scary parts over” he whispered to me, i gave his neck a small kiss and looked back at the movie. I took a quick peak in eli’s direction, was he staring at my legs? I looked him in the eyes and when he looked in mine he gave me a wide eyed smile and quickly looked back at the movie. What a weirdo… I schooched over to klitz more and put my head on his shoulder and held onto his arm rather than just his hand, he felt tense.

The movie ended and i was left mainly just confused rather than “enlightened” by a foreign film as eli said would happen to us. klitz cleared his throat and got up first, then eli stood up too. guess i should too since we all are.

“Um so what did you guys think,” i asked making my way to the kitchen to get some water

“Definitely interesting”

“Ya im with klitz on that. Have you seen this one already, eli?”

“Oh no i don't think so, i've seen others by this director but they're all very good in my opinion. Ya know i- i think im gonna go actually. Its getting kinda late” we all looked outside to the still blue sky. “My mom wants me home early”

We all said our goodbyes and he left pretty fast, taking the leftover snacks with him.

“I think he just stole from you klitz” i laughed going back to the living room where he was still standing. His fists were clenched and he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Are you ok?”

“What? Oh uh ya fine, just…”

“Just what?”

“I can’t tell you” he dropped his head. I put my hands on his face and lifted his head up to meet my eye line.

“Why not”

“I promised eli i wouldn't”

“So it's something with eli? What does he have a crush on me or something?” i joked but as soon as i saw klitz chew on the inside of his cheek again i knew i hit a nerve, “Wait are you serious??”

“no! no, its worse, y/n” he sat down on the couch and started flipping through the channels landing on some show mid-episode. “I told him about you and me and he told me he.. He always wanted to ‘bang’ you” he said in quotes, trying not to look me in the eyes. “I don't know why I even invited him over. He said he was just joking and it would be fine to hang out but i don’t know.”

“Well i don't really care” i said quietly sitting on the floor in front of him, looking up at him hoping for eye contact.

“You don't? Why not? Couldn't you see, he was staring at you the entire time, knowing me and you are-”

“Are what, klitzy?” i looked up at him knowing it would excite him.

“Ya know, like.. Together or something” he reached out and stroked my hair. “Aren't we?”

“Are you asking me?”

“I guess ya”

I leaned over and rested my chin on his knee. “Mhm” is all i responded and i could see how hard he was blushing through all the hair that had fallen in front of his face.

“It just annoyed me that he was looking at you the whole time. All i could think of was taking you right here on this couch in front of him to show you that you're mine” ok wow… hot.

“Really?”

“I'm sorry that was kinda a lot, i respect you very much as a woman but yes that is what i was thinking” i moved from criss cross position to my knees in front of him. Pulling his knees apart so i could lay my head in his lap. I started kissing up his pants to just before his crotch. “Um what are you doing, y/n?”

“Nothing”

He's so cute when he’s all flustered and blushy. knowing i can toy with him and get him excited just by small gestures is probably my favorite thing. definitely gets me just as excited too…

“do you want me to stop, klitzy”

“well- no..” his face is so red aw… i leaned up and gave both of his cheeks a kiss knowing it’ll just make it worse. he puts his hand on my cheek to stroke my face. he smiled down at me, lovingly, then did that classic scooch forward that all guys do to hint at what’s in their pants.

“I just want you to know you have nothing to worry about with eli. how about we go back up to your room, huh?”

i’ve never seen someone stand up so fast. grabbing my hand and leading me to his bedroom. I've been here a couple times before but it was cleaner than i remember. bed is made, CDs and DVDs neatly stacked on his desk, and no clothes laying around like before. no nudie mags like last time either. i learned a few kinks about him that day.

i sat on the bed and patted the spot next to me for him to come sit. once sat he stared at me as i put my hand on his thigh, inching it up slowly too scared to look him in the eye.

“is this- is this ok?” finally looking him in the eyes to make sure this really is all ok with him, i know he’s a virgin and i just want him to be as comfortable as possible.

“hell ya, you look beautiful, y/n,” he says as he leans in to kiss me. i love kissing him, he’s always so gentle and yet so needy… feeling his soft lips and his long fingers rub my cheek and tangle in my hair, tugging lightly causing me to softly moan into his mouth. i can feel him smile against me as we continue to kiss and i try to unbuckle his cargo shorts. he broke the kiss to take them off and let them pool at his ankles then kick them across the room, still in his boxers. i get down on my knees in front of him watching him shift in excitement for my next move. looking up at him, I was just as excited. i heard rumors of his size but who knows for sure, i was about to know.

moving very slow, to tease him and because of my nerves, i went for his waistband and hooked my fingers under. both his hands also went to help me but i pushed his hands back and shook my head.

“have patience,” i can see he’s already so hard and yes i want him so badly, but come on it’s klitzy i gotta tease him some more. So instead of going back to his waistband, I started kissing up his knee to his thigh, looking up lazily to see him staring down at me with wide eyes silently begging for more.

“please, y/n.” he bucked his hips up and clenched up the fabric at the end of his boxers

“please what?”

“please touch me, i- i need you.”

i couldn’t resist him any longer. his boxers are bulging and i just need to taste him so badly. taking his boxers off as he scoots up to help them off. his dick springs up when they come off.

wow.

he is big. i start by kissing up and down his shaft and he’s already shaking and breathing heavily. i take just the tip in my mouth letting my spit collect and drip down so it goes down easier. oh now he’s whimpering, while i push my head even farther down, gagging slightly at his size. fuck, even in my mouth he feels so nice. i look up at him and his eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is hung open in ecstasy. i take it as far as i can down my throat before i pull back for air then start bobbing up and down faster.

“oh god, y/n” i went a little faster now, and reached up to hold his hand which he eagerly gripped for dear life. i tried to get it all the way down every time i went back down to really grip him as much as i could. his breathing quickened and i could tell he was getting closer already.

“y/n… please i’m- fffuck, i’m really close”

i just hummed happily as a response, not wanting to break my pattern or speed. caressing his hand with my thumb while i do. and not even a minute passes and he’s gripping my hand even harder and bucking his hips up trying so desperately to reach his end. i look up at him while i do and he looks down at me and i swear that eye contact is what makes him cum. he squeezes his eyes shut and let’s out a soft string of moans and whimpers, sprinkling my name and some curses in with it. i try to swallow what i can but some spills out and drips down my neck and chest. i give him one last kiss on his tip before sitting back, trying to catch my breath.

“i need to go clea-” before i could even finish he’s kneeling in front of me and pulling me in for a kiss, it’s not like our normal kisses it’s more passionate and romantic. sure, the setting is a little awkward but this is by far one of our best. he wraps his arms around me and pulls me as close as he can, not caring he’s getting his own cum on himself.

“you were amazing.” he doesn’t even care he interrupted me. he kissed my cheek and got up and put his hand out for me to take it and help me up, such a gentleman. we walk over to his bathroom and he turns the shower on, getting two towels ready. “do you want to shower together?” i simply nodded and followed him into the bathroom. he took the rest of his clothes off and then waited for me. he quickly turned around trying to give me privacy.

“you can look. we’re about to be in the shower together, anyway”

he turns slowly, shifting his eyes up and down me. paying attention to every move and every detail of my body. slightly creepy but he just seems in awe of me.

“you really are beautiful, ya know”

fuck. this boy is gonna be the death of me.

we get into the shower finally and i start by rinsing my mouth out and then my chest, jeez this stuff really doesn’t rinse off with water. i hear him clear his throat behind me then the slow and soft feeling of his fingers on my waist. i take a step back and rest my body against him. we’ve never been this close without clothes. it’s nice and warm, comfortable too. he takes this closeness as an opportunity to wrap his arms around my waist and rests them there.

“maybe i can return the favor for you sometime, ya know like what uh- what you did to me but like for you..?”

“ya maybe you can” i turn and kiss him, he’s so soft, although another part of him is still partly hard… “if you’re good you can” i tease him and see him blush. he laughs lightly and drops his head on my shoulder, and sighs.

“i’ll try my best.”

he always does.

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