#the girl next door x reader

[robinofgothamcity]

"i'll make you eat your words."

characters: tim klitz / the girl next door

pronouns used: she/her

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / what's looking like in terms of my schedule is this fic, an aew fic of some sort (who idk), and probably a dick grayson fic!!

"you guys are genuinely so disgusting," you told Eli as he continued talking about his porn directing dream in detail. the way he was speaking about women and how hot they looked made you look at him in confusion, "Eli, I'm begging to switch the conversation."

he rolled his eyes but continued to talk about it with Matt. Klitz was standing next to him not very engaged in the conversation. you were sitting on the concrete bench, swinging your legs back and forth, trying not to let your legs get burned by the hot concrete. there had been a few weeks between graduation and prom and were still dateless to the damn event. you were hoping one of the three had asked you even as a friend but that wasn't looking like it was going to happen.

you had gotten into a college in New Haven, not Yale, but a surrounding university and you decided that it was your best option out of all of them. you knew that since Klitz was going to Yale, you'd at least have one friend in the area. he had hoped that they would've accepted you but your SAT scores weren't exactly high so you settled to a campus about twenty minutes away from Yale and stuck with it.

"you have no respect for your female friends, do you? if you;re are going to be talking like that at least have the common decency to do it when I'm not around," you asked Eli once again. Klitz stifled a laugh, muttering about how Eli didn't have female friends to begin with, "you're barely a girl yourself! when's the last time you've dressed up or even went on a date? you're just as much of a loser as we are," Eli spat back. Matt and Klitz stared at him silently implying that he had went too far with the comment.

you stared at Eli, your eye twitching in anger. you stood up, not wanting them to see you get teary eyed and went in the direction of your house. Klitz sighed in annoyance before smacking Eli in the back of the head. he always had this protective aura around you, especially when it came towards Eli. he knew he had a mouth and said what he wanted without taking other peoples feelings into account.

"you went too far," Klitz said making Eli scoff, "she was the one complaining! if she had such a problem about the way I was talking, she could've left," he replied. Klitz hit Eli again in the head, "she's our friend and you could at least watch the way you talk when she's around," he continued.

"no, she's your friend Klitz. the only reason we tolerate her is because you wanna fuck her," Matt stared at Eli in disagreement, "she's my friend. you might be the only one who doesn't like her," he finally said. Eli knew this conversation would get no where so he stayed quiet as Klitz texted you, asking you if you were okay and to not listen to what Eli had said.

you had ignored your phone, leaving it on the living room table before going up to your room. by the time you had made it home, it was relatively late. there had been about an hour before you had to start getting ready for bed but you knew you were going to make Eli eat his words. you weren't really the kind of girl to get overly dressed up for school. you usually went for jeans and a sweater and swapped the sweater for a shirt if it got too hot.

you went into your closet, pulling out a skirt and a cute top that you had shoved in the back of it months ago. it was a stupid outfit your mom had bought you to try and dress up a bit more but you had just tossed it in the back and never looked back on it. the skirt was a bit more on the showy side as it looked like a catholic school skirt that someone had cut.

"Klitz is going to freak out when he sees you like that," your sister said from the doorframe of your room. you looked up nervously, "think so?" you asked. she laughed showing you the amount of missed texts and calls from him, "oh, he's going to be drooling at the mouth and if he doesn't, that Eli kid might."

you put your outfit on the chair as you explained what had happened earlier in the day that had caused you to pull this ridiculous outfit on. she had shook her head at Eli's dumb comments but internally, she had thanked him. she knew the mutual feeling of romance you and Klitz had for each other and maybe this would be the push Klitz needed to ask you out.

after you finished getting everything ready, you got ready for bed as you couldn't wait for tomorrow morning. as uncomfortable as you were going to be all day, you knew you'd prove that idiot wrong.

+

the morning came and you were up a minute before your alarm went off. you quickly did your hair and applied some makeup, wondering if you were even doing it right before getting dressed. by the time you finished and went downstairs, your mom was already gone and your sister was leaving for work.

you pulled on your backpack and made the journey to school, the feeling of nervousness and panic finally hitting you. this was the first time...ever that Klitz would see you this way and you weren't exactly sure if he would even like it. you slammed yourself for not bringing an extra set of clothes. you noticed Klitz, Eli, and Matt sitting at one of the outside tables talking amongst each other. you could feel the looks from other kids as a few guys had whistled to get your attention. finally, Matt was the one who looked up first and instantly did a double take to see if that was really you.

"holy shit," he said as his eyes widened. Eli and Klitz looked up to see what happened and before any of them could say a word, Klitz started to choke on his water. Eli hadn't said anything but he couldn't keep his eyes off your legs.

"morning Klitz, hey Matt," you greeted them. Klitz couldn't muster up a word to say but Matt instantly smiled, "hey, you look nice. any occasion?" he asked. you shook your head no, "just felt like it. figured I'd get more in tune with my feminine side, right Eli?" you asked. he nodded slowly, gulping back a knot in his throat.

you noticed that there hadn't been anywhere to sit and as a joke, you always sat on top of Klitz when it happened. you moved to where Klitz was at and immediately made him red in the face as you moved onto the top of his left leg. Eli and Matt could see the way he was trying to keep in composure but was failing horribly at it.

"did you do the extra AP Chem work? I tried too but the equations were so hard," you said to Klitz. he shook his head no knowing full well that he had done it but there was no way he could say anything at the moment, "kinda cold isn't it? I'm really an idiot for not bringing a sweater," you continued to talk to the rest of the boys, not picking up on Klitz's behavior, "I'm going to look in my locker. I'll see you in class Klitz," you mentioned before getting up.

as soon as you were out of earshot, Eli looked to Klitz instantly, "she's fucking hot. I take back everything I said because holy shit, you think she'd let me hit it? or let me use her in one of my movies?" he asked. Klitz jumped over the table making Matt hold him back, "dude, he's joking, relax!" Matt yelled. "you might wanna make sure no one else beats you to that boyfriend spot first because look at all the looks she's getting," Eli said as he pointed to the guys who were approaching you. Klitz could tell you were getting very uncomfortable at the attention and stood up from the table, "where are you going?" Matt asked.

Klitz went to your locker, taking off his Yale sweater and handing it over to you, "here, take mine," he whispered. you smiled thankfully and slipped on the navy blue crewneck. the sweater was barely covering your legs but it was keeping your upper-half of your body warm, "I'm sorry, where you saying something?" you asked the guy in front of you.

Klitz was not a menacing kind of guy, not by far but the way he was standing behind you, this angry aura about him was making him more intimidating than usual. he shook his head, muttering to forget about it before leaving. you looked up to Klitz and felt a shift in attitude from it.

"something wrong?" you asked as he offered to carry you bag. you gave it to him as he shook his head no, "well, I was wondering if you wanted to ditch lunch and get something outside? I'm not really in mood to deal with school food today," you asked. Klitz nodded and told you that you could ditch a few minutes early from AP Lit to head out.

throughout the first half of the day, the attention continued on you. girls complimenting your outfit even though it was covered by Klitz's sweater and guys giving you gross comments. Klitz felt like he couldn't take it anymore. a part of him getting more and more angry at the attention you were getting and although he felt wrong for feeling this way, he hated the idea that you might take up one of the guys on their one night offers.

by the time AP Lit rolled around, Klitz had kicked you to signal to leave. you slipped out the back door, making sure the teacher was busy with helping another kid as Klitz did the same. the two of you ran to the back entrance and made it safely to Klitz's car. the nearest fast food place was about ten minutes from the school and the line was relatively short.

you had offered for Klitz to park in an empty park parking lot to eat. you knew Eli was going to get upset at the fact that you went to get food without him but sometimes you enjoyed your time with just Klitz. "ugh, this skirt is getting really annoying but if I go back home and change, my mom is going to kill me," you said with a mouthful of food. he hummed in response, "something wrong? you seem out of sorts today," you finally asked Klitz.

Klitz sipped on his soda, not knowing whether to confess what he was thinking but he knew there was no use. Klitz put his soda down and half-hovered over you for a pressuring kiss. you were taken by surprise but let him continue as you ran your fingers through his long hair. this was not the reaction you were expecting but you weren't mad at it. his lips were a bit chapped but nothing a little chapstick couldn't fix.

Klitz eventually made himself comfortable as you had moved yourself to hover over him now. Klitz had put his hands on his hands on your lower thighs as he tried to keep them from moving any higher. finally, you pulled yourself away.

"what a reaction that was," you joked. Klitz chuckled, a bit embarrassed at the way he technically confessed his feelings for you, "I know but hearing the way everyone was talking about you today kinda made me mad. especially hearing what Eli was saying earlier," you looked at him confused as he retold what Eli said.

"fucking pig," you muttered, "well, there's only one way to keep everyone knowing who I'm dating," you said as you placed Klitz's head on your neck. he instantly on the hint and started kissing it. he sucked on a part of your collarbone and made sure to leave a small bruise on it. you let out a little whimper making him stir in his seat.

"not here," you whispered, "my parents are going to be out for the weekend, you should come over," Klitz informed. you nodded as you finally got back into the passenger seat and Klitz made his way back to school. the ring was going to go off in a few minutes and caught Eli and Matt eating lunch at the same table from earlier in the morning.

Eli could see the way Klitz's hair was messed up from the back and his glasses were a bit smudged as your neck was showing the hickey Klitz had left earlier. Matt stared at the two of you, proudly giving Klitz a smile. you grabbed his hand as he tightened it. he could see the looks from other guys in school, some wondering why you were even giving someone like Klitz the time of day while others sighed in defeat.

"had a good lunch?" Matt asked jokingly. you put your head in between your hands as you tried to cover your face with Klitz's sweater, "don't even wanna ask," Eli said waving off Matt's comment. you gave him a knowing look, making sure to silently imply to keep it that way.

"come on, we have health next period," Klitz said as all of you heard the warning bell. you nodded as you stood up and Klitz put his arm over your shoulders. you gave him one quick kiss making Eli and Matt gag at the PDA as Klitz became flustered, "shut up, we'll see you after school," you said before walking away with Klitz.

you knew with your new relationship with Klitz, you'd be giving Eli more of a reason to get annoyed with you and you couldn't wait.

#klitz imagine #klitz x reader #klitz #paul dano #the girl next door x reader #the girl next door imagine #the girl next door

[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

[soupbabe]

Halloween Costume Shopping with Paul Dano Characters

Featuring: Klitz, Hank Thompson, and Louis Ives

Issuing my formal apology for not posting Dano content in months 😔 accept some seasonal posting

Timothy Klitz

- You had to bribe him in driving you to a Halloween store

- Klitz doesn't really care about or celebrate Halloween

- He's the kind of guy to just set out a bowl on his porch, watch a horror movie or two, and call it a night

- So he's just kind of standing there listening while you ramble about potential Halloween ideas

- If you're at a store where you can try the costumes on, Klitz will be more than happy to rate each costume

- Omg omg imagine surprising him with one of those sexy Halloween costumes

- Gave him a whole heart attack /pos

- "is sexy Mario really necessary?"

- If you suggest a couples costume, he'd get so flustered!! Maybe he'll pitch in with a couple of ideas too

- Though he'd rather die than do a pun costume or those cheap, foam, screen printed costume

Hank Thompson

- Oh he adores Halloween!! The costumes are his favorite part

- It'd be September and he's asking for couple costume ideas

- Hank loves the stupid costumes, he doesn't care if they're niche or make sense at all

- His ideas have ranged from drag, Muppet Treasure Island, and even original characters

- Eventually it was decided that your costumes would be Jurassic Park theme

- He's Jeff Goldblum while you get the Trex costume <3

- The planning process is very chaotic, his second favorite part of Halloween is the stores

- Literally y'all have to budget or else he'd buy everything within his vicinity

- As long as he can get a tacky skeleton and an itchy and tangled wig he will be happy

Louis Ives

- At first I'd imagine the idea of you and her going out in costumes making her a bit nervous, but she quickly finds herself to be in her element!!

- She visibly relaxes once she starts seeing all of the costume displays and gives her ideas immediately

- Louis prefers if you stay with her during shopping, she values your thoughts highly

- Both of you don't really care much about matching, I think the both of you prioritize your interests than being scary or corny

- Like she's definitely using Halloween to feel more true to who she is, testing the waters of going out in fem wear

- As per usual, she gravitated more towards the more revealing costumes

- Like !! Imagine she turns her head to ask about some raunchy vampire costume and without hesitation you promised that you'd buy it for her

- That made her fall in love with you all over again omg

- I think you both spend a lot of time looking at the makeup and wigs

- tbh she loves that part of the store, it's a lot less awkward for her and there's no judgement when she goes up to the counter with 3 different hair styles she's excited to try on when she gets home

#paul Dano #paul dano x reader #timothy klitz #klitz x reader #the girl next door #the girl next door x reader #swiss army man #swiss army man x reader #hank thompson #hank Thompson x reader #the extra man 2010 #the extra man x reader #louis ives x reader #louis ives #danonation

[blaireis]

Klitz x M/reader

Klitz isn't gay.. Especially not for his childhood friend. Right? Klitz x m/reader.

wordcount: 2500

warnings: blowjob, male on male, foreplay, grinding, drug mentions & dom reader.

It started when Klitz entered highschool and became apart of the Tripod,

"And then at the movies, we were high off our asses so we kept laughing, then we went back to mine and fell asleep on the couch." Klitz explained his weekend to his friends, 'we' was Klitz and You. His childhood friend. 

"You were laughing at Saw?" Matthew asked, an eyebrow raised

"Who gives a shit about that," Eli who'd been listening from behind the two of them in the hall pushed his way in between them. 

"Did you get any pussy?" Eli asked, Klitz elbowed him away. "Well no, because (Y/N) is-" Eli inturupted him. "Stop talking about your boring weekend then, if it doesn't end up with you getting laid with that (Y/N) chick!" He complained, quickly changing the subject. 

Klitz tried to tell them, but when he let it slip the first time he said he'd correct them the next on his childhood friends gender, but he couldn't. Every time he stumbled up and couldn't mutter at word at the misgendering and misinterpreted relationship of the two.

"No! It wasn't funny-" Eli yelled, complaining about porn, or girls. Klitz didn't know, he'd try to block him out in favor for the ps2. They all sat in Eli's house, playing video games on the sofa. 

Klitz reached into his pocket, pulling out a gray flip phone. "Hello?" He answered without viewing the contact. "(Y/N)!" He said standing up, his eyes widening. "What are you up to?" He walked into the kitchen, Eli and Matt's eyes lingering on his body surprised Klitz could talk to a (supposed) girl so smoothly. 

"Your coming into town?" He says surprised, spilling the sprite Eli's mum had bought for the three. "Cool," he hummed bringing the cup back to the lounge and setting it down on the coffee table. 

"Wanna stay with me?" Eli who was sipping on his beer (which he stole from his father,) spat it out in surprise, going into a coughing fit. 

"Cool, bring some weed?" He asked sitting back down in the middle of Matthew and Eli. "See you next week!" He says, flipping his phone shut and unpausing Mario Cart. 

After a second, Eli and Matthew died. He looked around him, seeing them staring at Klitz in disbelief. "You just invited a chick to your house?!" Eli asked in disbelief, "(Y/N)s not a-"

"Won't your parents get mad?" Matt asked. "They've known him since he was a baby." Klitz rolled his eyes. 

"Can I film it?" Eli asked. 

"What?"

"Can I film you two fucking?" Eli asked again, explaining more. 

"No dude, that's weird." He stopped, blushing. "I'm not into that." 

"Okay Mr cocky, you probably had a crush on them in middle school." Matt rolled his eyes, 

"No!" 

"Look at that face, you'd pump your fist to her?" Eli asked. Getting a weird look from Matt and Klitz. "Dude, too weird." Matt says.

"Okay but it was okay when Matthew said it!" Eli yelled

"He didn't made it sound like dirty talk!" Klitz argued, the conversation switching into a different topic.

~~

It was a week til (Y/N) was gonna come stay, Klitz learnt later he was coming to stay for the final year, in the middle of the second term not just for a week, but him and his parents didn't mind.

Klitz was nervous, to say the least. He'd tried to tell Eli and Matthew he wasn't in a relationship with his childhood best friend, who just happened to be a male. But everytime he'd try Eli would intruppted him, or Matt would come up with a zinger. Something always prevented him.

Deciding to call you, he sat up from his crisis and dialed his numbers on his shitty phone. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello?" Your voice spoke softly.

"Hey." Klitz smiled, leaning back into his bed. "Tim!"  You smiled, facing your body away from your current friends group. "Whats up?" You asked. 

He desperately wanted to tell you, but the fear you'd be disgusted, thinking he was gay. (Which he wasn't, not that there's anything wrong with being gay) He couldn't loose his best friend. 

"Nothing," he muttered. "Just bored."

"I can't wait for you to come here." He curled up into himself. (Y/N) blushed, your long time crush on the nerd still stood strong, after the beginning of middle school you didn't know how to tell him, but Tim isn't gay, right? 

"Me too, but I'll be there right after Saturday." It was Wednesday.

"Promise?" His small voice spoke. Your grin grew bigger. "Yeah." 

"Alright," you sighed, "can I call you back? I'm gonna drive home. I'll probably be working out when I call though." You said, when you couldn't take your mind off Klitz, you'd ask your dad what you should do about the crush you had, of course not mentioning who you had it on, he'd suggested working out. And now 4 years into working out to combat these thoughts, you still couldn't take your mind off the nerdy boy.

"yep." Klitz said dismissively, you hung up texting him. 'tlk 2 u later nerd' smiling, putting your phone back into your pocket. 

"Hey, I'm probably gonna head home." You told your friends. 

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When it reached Sunday, Klitz told the tripod they couldn't come over. He'd locked the doors and put on a loud movie so he wouldn't have to open the door for their knocking, and early in the morning he welcomed you into his house. 

He wanted to delay you meeting them until they needed too. He feared the worst of the situation.

In the halls of Westernport, Eli and Matthew were scolding Klitz, who was standing opposite. "why didn't you let us in?" Matt asked, "We know your not getting laid." Eli said.

"If your girlfriend isn't real you can just tell us!" from behind him you were walking past." girlfriend?" You raised a brow. "Tim, you have a girlfriend?" You asked him, his friends looking at you, as if they had never seen you. He shook his head, sighing. "Guys, this is.. My friend." He explained. "Hi." You smiled, waving. "Matthew." The one with short brown hair said. 

You raised your eyebrow, "and your?" You asked

"Oh uh Eli," the other one said, he had more blackish hair, and a hat on that said VIVID VIDEO. "Cool, hi." You smiled. "How do you know Klitz?" Matt asked. "Oh, we've been friends for ages, since we were born." You explained, "Oh?-" he got cut off by a loud voice sounding itself. "(Y/N) (L/N) please come to reception for your schedule. " thats me, sorry." You sent them an apologetic smile and walked away. 

"Wait that's?-" Matthew asked. "Your gay?" Eli raised an eyebrow. "No." He said, walking to his locker, the others following. "You said (Y/N) was a girl!" Eli exclaimed. "I didn't! I tried to tell you!" Klitz yelled. "Dude. Thats so gay." Eli said. 

"I'm not gay!" He raised his voice, 

well, everyone's a little gay, right? Why else would he be having these thoughts of you? I mean, its not gay to think of your best friend in like, that way right? He tried to tell himself but you got back into his mind. Your smile, the way your eyes crinkle. Your laugh, the way you pant after you run, your forearms when you roll up your sleeves. Everything about you he found appealing. "Crap." He whispered to himself. Going to his room where you were sitting.

"Hey." You smiled up at him, Tim walking towards you and sitting down, his head in your lap. "(Y/N), do you like girls?" He asked, you choked on your spit. 

"Uh, why?" You asked. "I-i," he stuttered. "I don't know if I can say this." Looking away. "You can tell me, I promise." 

"I don't know if I like girls anymore. " he said looking up at his ceiling that was covered in band posters, you were looking down at his face in your lap. "You think you like guys?" You asked, looking to see his reaction. He blushed, looking away. Was that a yes? That looked like a yes. "I don't know." He sighed looking up at you. "How do you know if your gay?" He sat up. "I'm sorry, this is stupid.-" he got up to walk away, and you grabbed his arm and pulled him close. "Can I kiss you?" You asked, he was flushed, nodding. 

You pulled him in for a kiss, at first it was sweet but then you put your tounge in his mouth. Making out now, you grabbed his face closer and sat down on the bed, which quickly turned into you on top of him, panting. "Fuck." You both panted, until you started to get up. "Wait,-" he stopped himself. "Can.. Can we go further?" He asked you. Biting your lip you got back on him, kissing down his jaw, leaving pink marks on his neck and jaw you hoped would turn all different colours.

You bit him slightly, Klitz whining quietly; the sounds going directly to your hardon.

Oh.

My.

God.

He whined.

You stopped for a second, making eye contact with him. Going in for another kiss, "whine for me more baby.." you said in between pants, unbuttoning his shirt as quick as you could, when you got to the bottom you got up, looking at his topless form. He wasnt too skinny he was just right, and the little happy trail that leaded down his stomach...

You took off your top as quick as possible, getting to work on his jeans, unzipping them and looking up at him. "Are you sure?" You asked. He nodded, "please I need this,," he whined, you smiled at his desperation, getting him to sit up on the bed and take off his pants completely.

Now you were staring at his tighty whities, you looked up, he looked so cute disheveled waiting for you.

You smiled, his bulge was pretty big, it looked the same size as yours until you took his underwear off.

"Jesus," you muttered.

He was absolutely giant, thick too. "Dude.." You said kissing his cocks side, going up til you reached the top. "Your fucking giant." You put his tip in your mouth, his hands beginning to rest on your hair pulling slightly as you teased him. "nghh- please.." He moaned. 

Taking him deeper, and trying to rest your throat because of his size. trying to take him in more he pushed your head down. "hahhaa... oh my god.." He moaned quietly as you slowly went up and down, "please.." He begged, "please please go faster.." Looking up at him, you began to rub yourself on his leg. "ahh- beg for it more baby.." You moaned slightly, taking your mouth off his dick and licking his tip. 

"please (y/n).." He grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly to his sweating body. "Please I need it so bad..." he moaned, his voice slightly muffled by the cotton. "I need it so bad you don't even know..." You pulled off completely, the man below you whining and thrusting his hips up pathetically at the lack of friction. 

"Oh but I do know baby.." You straddled him, his boner below you poking you. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, you can't do anything more than beg for my mouth." you growled in his ear, licking his jaw and then starting to grind yourself onto him. 

With every movement you made, Klitz grunted and whined. "Ah fuck.." You panted, hand on the bed beside him trying to get more friction. Making eye contact with Klitz, he softly put his hands on your waist - supporting your every move and guiding you down and up more.

"ah- ah!" A breathy voice panted in your ear. "so so close baby... Please don't stop.." He put his head on your shoulder. 

You grinded harder at his moaning, getting close too. "Please sir!" Voice muffled by your skin, that was the last straw for you, cumming in your pants while grinding like a little boy on the man.

You panted loudly,  bringing him in for a kiss. While kissing, you felt his hardening cock below you. "Already?" You asked him, Tim looking away as you licked his jaw; sucking on him lightly. Getting off the sweaty man, you pulled your pants and boxers down and got on your knees. His dick rising from semi to full. 

"All for me?" You smiled, kissing his cum covered cock. Licking down the sides and sucking on his tip, before positioning your mouth on top and slowly going down on him before starting to repeat the motion. "ah!" His sharp whines only made you go faster, looking up at his flustered face, cheeks red, lips swollen from all the kissing. You got up from his dick, saliva dripping down from your mouth. "Your so pretty like this Klitzy..." You purred, going back down on him. "mhmm.." You hummed on his cock, "Ah! Ahh.. Babyy your so good to me... Just for me.. Please more.." He whined, grabbing the pillow again. 

"I'm so close... Baby I can't!-"

You hummed, tightening the back of your throat and swallowing down on him. "Ah!" Thick ropes covered your tongue. 

Looking up at Klitz, he looked destroyed. His hair was matted down to his face with sweat, cheeks and nose flushed, lips pink and swollen. "Fuck baby.." You stood up, putting your boxers back on and getting into bed, pulling the covers over the two of you. 

"You did so well baby.." You stroked his hair, pulling it behind his ears. He whined at this. "You were so good." Reaching over him, grabbing your pack and lighting a cigarette. Panting, you offered him it. "no thanks." He muttered, you leaned back over and put it out in your ashtray. He hugged you tightly, Falling asleep like this. 

When you woke up, Tim was still hugging you. You shook him, he groaned, flipping over. You got up, taking off your boxers that were covered in dried cum. You whined, looking for a new pair. 

Klitz groaned, shuffling and sitting up. "Shit, All for me?" He laughed at his own joke, before looking away. You turned around, and saw that he was hard already. 

"Are you serious?" You sighed,  looking down at his cock it was hard and red - your own cock responding to the sight of his. "Fuck." You groaned, "We're so going to be late for school." You walked towards him.

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[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Perverted Reader, Mentions of Male Masturbation, Female Masturabtion, Pillow Humping, Sexual Fantasies/Dirty Thoughts

Summary: Is it a blessing or a curse that you and Miguel share a bedroom wall? 

A/N: Here you go WHORES (affectionate <3)

Word Count: 1.4K (Not Edited)

Pt.1 Pt.2

You can hear him. 

You’re not trying too, although you can’t say you’re typically upset about it. It’s just… the walls are paper thin and the layout of each apartment is basically copy and paste. Which means his bedroom is separated from yours by a singular wall, and- guessing by how clearly you can hear everything- both of your beds are pressed against that shared wall. You promise that you’re trying really, really hard to ignore it even though you did take off your sound canceling headphones. In your own defense, they were starting to irritate your ears from how long you were wearing them.

And it totally has no correlation with the fact that your next door neighbor is very clearly fucking his hand on the other side of your bedroom wall. 

At first, you had thought it was an auditory hallucination. Something your mind was making up after being deaf to the world and doing nothing but processing notes and videos and textbook pages. But then you heard it again and again and again. A faint, consistent wet noise followed by low breaths. You furrowed your brows, face gravitating to the wall until your ear was pressed against the cold plaster. Your hands had gripped at the pillow in your lap, hands tightening around it when Miguel’s muffled moan floated into your ear. 

You had scrambled back, readjusting your crossed sitting position so you could press your thighs together. It was embarrassing how a singular, muffled moan had you hot and bothered. But it isn’t a singular moan. No, it’s more. He just keeps going, hissing and grunting on the other side of the wall as the wet noises get faster. You don’t even realize that your ear is pressed back to the wall, brain too focused on your neighbor and the pulsing heat that is starting to burn between your thighs. 

It’s too damn hot. 

You have to strip yourself of your plaid pajama pants or else you’d die from the heat. Your panties are just so uncomfortable with your wet and sticky arousal that it only makes sense to get rid of them, too. This is okay, you chant in your head as you reposition your body, knees digging into the mattress as your forehead sinks into your pillow. Your ass is forced into the air, the pillow that was once on your lap now resting in between your legs. There isn’t anything wrong with this, you reassure yourself as your hands start to trail down your body. 

You’re pressed right against the wall and from your new spot against it, you can more clearly hear Miguel’s sounds of pleasure. You shove your head deeper into the pillow, biting down to muffle the small whine that escapes you when your fingertips brush over your clit. You have to be quiet. Not only because you don’t want him to know what you’re doing, but also because you don’t want to snuff out his muffled noises and eliminate the risk of him stopping. 

Your fingers flick at your bud, rubbing and pinching at it. You try to mimic the way Miguel had touched you in his kitchen. It doesn’t feel the same. Your fingers are too soft, too dainty. You try to press your hips into them, huffing against the pillow. It feels good, but it’s not enough. From the other side of the wall, Miguel hisses out a quiet curse and you close your eyes. 

You can see it so clearly in your head. Miguel laying back in his bed, pants pulled down right under his balls. His shirt lifted up slightly so he can get a good view of himself, exposing his stomach. His large, rough hands fondling his balls as the other tugs up and down his length. You bet he’s big, in both length and girth. You had been too dazed when he walked you out of his apartment to pay attention to his obvious hard on, and you whine into your pillow at your stupid brain. But he has to be big. A man that large must have the equipment to match. His cock a demanding thickness that stretches you out, tip effortlessly parting your pussy lips as he pokes at your entrance. You moan at the thought, fingers sliding down from your clit and through the wetness coating you. You bite down hard on the pillow as your fingers penetrate. 

Your walls are extremely warm, your two fingers pressing and scraping against them. You know two of your fingers would equal one of his, and you wonder how many of your fingers would equal his cock. Maybe four fingers? No, no that still feels too small despite knowing trying to shove four of your fingers into you would be uncomfortable. Maybe- oh god maybe- it would be closer to your entire fist. Your hips buck at the thought. He would absolutely destroy you. But you’d take it happily. Would beg him to rip you apart and ruin you. Your tight walls would hug him snuggly, and your body would shiver from each drag of his cock. You would be able to feel every vein and twitch of his raw cock. Your body would buzz as he spilled his seed into you, warming your stomach with it.

You wonder what he’s thinking about as he moans again. 

You hope it’s you. You hope he thinks dirty, deranged things about you. Hope he’s replaying the moment in the kitchen over and over in his head just like you have. Your mind wanders back to the image of him jerking off, to his hand wrapped around himself. Is he thinking about you as he touches himself? Is his hand white knuckled as he desperately tries to make it as tight as he’d imagine your pussy to be? Is he trying to finish to the thought of spilling into you? Or is he thinking about something else? Maybe, instead, he’s thinking about how your mouth would feel around him. Instead of thinking about your tight cunt, he’s thinking about how your throat would contract with a gag as he forced you to take it all the way to the base. Imagining how thin your lips would stretch around his thickness and the warmth of your mouth. You’ve never sucked someone off before and you hope your inexperience wouldn’t turn him off. 

Your dirty thoughts make you more horny and more frustrated. Your fingers aren’t doing it. They aren’t hitting that spot inside of you that stays untouched. A spot that you know Miguel would easily reach with his fingers or cock. Your hips drop as your fingers leave your entrance, both of your hands coming up to wrap around the pillow your face is shoved into. You groan when your sensitive clit rubs against the rough texture of your pillowcase, hips shifting and bucking until you find the right angle. Your clit drags against the pillow perfectly, a burning pleasure that you’ve only felt with Miguel starting to swell in your stomach. Your whines and whimpers are absorbed into the pillow as you start to move your hips faster, crying out from the delicious friction. 

Miguel’s own moans and hissing is becoming constant too. Dragged sounds that feed into your own approaching release. Your eyes are squeezed shut, imagining Miguel bucking into his hand desperately. His back is arched, mouth dropped open as he gets closer and closer to his climax. Your own is right at its peak, and your hips are a frantic mess as they try to get you to the finish line. From the other side, Miguel lets out a guttural sound, long and dragged out. He must have finished. You whine out, your own release triggering. Your body stiffens as you finish, heaving as you pant. 

You lift your face from the pillow, the spot you had bitten down on dark with saliva. Your cheeks flush as you remove the pillow from between your legs, dark streaks of arousal staining it. You throw it on the floor, promising yourself you’ll take care of it later as you roll onto your back. Your chest is still heaving, and your arm is slightly tired from fingering yourself. You throw one of your arms over your eyes, sighing out as you think back on what you just did. You’re in the middle of scolding yourself when one last noise on the other side of the wall makes you freeze up. You get up quickly, pressing up against the wall to hear clearly. You pray he does it again, just to reassure yourself that you’re not going crazy. 

Because- and you swear with everything in you- Miguel O’Hara moaned out your name.

Part 4

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

“Mom, we should get going,” you say as you check your bag.

Your mother sits at the table. It’s cluttered as always. You can see her inhaler amid the mess. Wait, there’s another one. You cross the kitchen, only two steps, and grab both inhalers. You feel the subtle difference between them.

You take both, putting the full one back in the medicine cabinet and the other in the disposal bin. The doctor said the inhalent would help with your mother’s dopamine levels, balances her out a little, but the new treatment only seems to be another symptom of her disease. She hates doing it, she hates all of it, but you can’t blame her for that.

“We can’t be late for the consultation. We’ll be waiting another six months,” you come back to the kitchen.

She looks at you as she wobbles slightly. The tremor is more prominent than before. Each day you notice it more. All the little things changing about her. She’s a bit slower, her words don’t come easy or always clearly, and her mood grows grimmer and grimmer. So does yours.

You grab your purse and the keys. You’ll clean up when you get home. It doesn’t take very long for living to pile up though. Especially when you’re the only one to keep it in order.

Your mother grips the table and stands up. Getting her dressed was a battle already won. Her posture is slightly crooked as she shuffles around the table, “I’m moving.”

You step back, waiting patiently for her to round the table. She grumbles. Your mother was never bright and bubbly but ever since her diagnosis, she’s lost any glimmer of warmth. It’s like she’s living in a fog, just slowly wading through.

You walk down the hall ahead of her and pick out your shoes from the rack. As you kneel to tie your sneakers, she leans on the wall and slides her feet into the orthotic flats. She’s not very old yet. Neither of you expected her to decline so quickly.

You stand and open the door. You back up though the screen door and hold it for her. Her steps get a bit smoother the more she moves around. The permanent scowl sinks into the lines of her face as she comes out onto the porch. You lock the door behind her as she grunts and leans on the railing, stamping down each step to the walkway.

You follow behind her. That’s another problem. The lawn. The old mower broke. You haven’t been able to replace it.

As you trail your mother to the car, she swats you away. Sometimes you try too much for her. You know she must feel helpless. You back up as she sits heavily in the passenger seat and your eyes skim around the neighbourhood. The white sign on the lawn next to yours catches your eye.

You remember the finely dressed woman, her very image on the sign, and how she grimaced at the weeds and grass. If she’s going to sell the property, the neighbours shouldn’t be living in a jungle. You heard her say as much over the phone as she paced back and forth on the porch.

You mother pulls the door shut but it doesn’t click. You give it an extra push to secure it and round the hood. You get in the car and turn the key, rolling down the windows as the early summer morning crowds the tight space. Your mother mutters and wipes her forehead with a shaky hand.

“Let’s just go,” she sneers, “waste of my time...” she bends her arm over the open window, her fingers quivering, “damn doctors said it enough. Nothing they can do. Charlatans.”

“Mom,” you chide gently, “the surgery could help. If you qualify--”

“I heard ya last night,” she snaps. “Just drive.”

You nod and snap your mouth shut. You shift into reverse and back out of the drive. You know better than to talk too much. Your mother never liked hearing anything she didn’t want to hear. Facts are just an attack on her.

You steer down the street slowly, following the curve of the suburban street. The green lawns and white picket fences are palatial at first glance. It’s a 1950s fever dream implanted in the twenty-first century.

Your house is the black stain on an otherwise pristine canvas. The HOA must curse your grandmother for her leaving a perfectly nice home to a pair of beatnicks. You don’t blame them. You’re the puzzle piece that doesn’t fit, leaving a gaping hole in the picture.

The radio crackles on and you wince. Your mother struggles to turn the knob and the volume pendulums up and down. You reach to help her and she smacks your hand, only softly as she has little strength behind it. You retract and grip the wheel, listening to buzzing struggle of her unsteady. You just hope the appointment goes well.

🏠

Your mother hasn’t said much since the appointment. That worries you. What should be good news is just another dark cloud over her.

She sits as she often does; half-reclined in the chair by the window, watching the neighbourhood just outside the pane. She’s just a resentful of the picture-perfect neighbours as she if of everything else. As she is of you.

You tidy the kitchen table as the unsaid dangles in the air. You know better than to bring it up. She barely acknowledged it when the doctor said it. She’s a good candidate for surgery but it isn’t a cure. It will help with the symptoms but not stop them altogether. It’s not good enough for her but it might just be her only hope of relief, even if temporary.

“Bring me a coke,” your mother calls through and you hear the hollow tin clatter of an empty can.

You bring the dirty dishes to the sink and set them beside it. You go to the fridge to grab a red branded can and let the door shut on its own. As you enter the living room, your mother sits forward, the recliner snapping forward with her weight. She leans on and elbow as she squints through the window and cranes over the armrest.

You pick up the old can and put the new one on the small table by the chair. She sits back and takes the Coke, trembling as she struggles to crack the tab. You know better than to help her. The curl in her lip warns you better.

“Someone’s looking at the place next door,” she says.

“Oh?” You move behind her chair and try to the next house. You can only really see the edge of the porch from here. You could open the side window but that would give more than a view of the siding and might be too obvious. “New neighbours.”

“Eh, if it sells. Could do better without these stuck-up prissy bitches running around measuring grass,” she growls of the Home Owners’ Association.

You nod. She’s right. You’ve had to deal with that nosy blonde too many times.

“We’ll see,” she mutters as she finally gets the can open and slurps. “Just hope it’s not another bitch.”

You cross your arms and step closer to the window. You sense movement just beyond your vision and the realtor in her pantsuit comes down the front steps of the neighbouring house. She turns back to face someone you can’t see and speaks to him. Their words are garbled by the barrier of window and wall.

The woman smiles and spins to strut down to the sidewalk. A man follows after, a slow stroll in his long legs. He turns to face the house again and puts his hands in his pockets as he looks up at the facade. His eyes narrow as he considers it.

His gray hair is streaked with remnants of its former blond. If it wasn’t for the colour of his locks, you might not have guessed his age. He’s tall and his shoulders are broad. He’s built finely for any era.

Your mother leans forward again, “heh, lookie there,” she slurs.

She leers through the window as you stare blankly out. A new neighbour just means another person to complain about the lawn; or another person for your mother to complain about. The man pivots on his sole and pauses, his gaze set in your direction. You don’t think he can see you, not with how the sun reflects off the square panes. He stalls for just a moment before he turns complete, striding up towards the realtor.

You back up and retreat toward the kitchen. You mother hums as she continues to snoop through the window. The recliner squeaks beneath her as she shifts in the seat.

“Bit old for a family man,” she tuts.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

The Girl Next Door ~ Part 1

A Constantine x Reader fic based on this imagine.

Summary: John Constantine has a crush on you. He wasn’t going to do anything about it though, until you strong arm him into coming over for dinner. Little do you know, this paints a target on your back for the local vampire coven… (I had to write something sweet for my mental health y'all 😆) Rating: Explicit, NSFW, but no dead doves...😮

You are the very archetype of The Girl Next Door. Well, literally. John Constantine lives in 202, and you in 204. You share a wall, and occasionally, he sort of smiles at you when you meet in the hall.

Like tonight, as your arms are full of groceries, returning home after work. You don’t know what he does exactly, but you assume it’s the same for him, though he is only clutching a brown bag that very poorly disguises a bottle of scotch.

“Hi, John,” you say brightly over a proud sprig of celery sticking out of your bag. It’s almost a running joke between the two of you, your sunny brightness aimed at him like a weapon.

There’s a long pause, like always, before he finally answers reluctantly in his deep monotone, “Hi, y/n. Bye, y/n.”

Before you can engage him any further he disappears into his apartment, closing the door hard behind him, the slam in the air like an exclamation point. You stare for a moment at the space where he’d just been, tall, handsome, his suit rumpled, that tie half undone around his neck. He looked like he’d had a rough day, whatever he does.

He dresses like a professional something, but imagining that man as a door to door salesman with his attitude is laughable, and so is the thought of him working amicably in an office setting.

You go inside and put away your groceries, then spread out what you need to make dinner. It’s Friday night, and you’ve had a long week too. You are making comfort food—it’s kind of a shame to eat it alone.

Half an hour later, while the sauce simmers, you find you just can’t stop thinking about that man next door. He seems lonely, every time you see him. There is something about him that just makes you want to wrap him up in a hug.

He’d probably push you off if you tried, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t need a hug.

The thing is…you have this thing. He pretends like you annoy him, but sometimes in the hall, or down in the lobby when you’re collecting your mail, you catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re not looking. And the look on his face is never exactly lecherous, like you’re used to with most men who eye-fuck you on the street. His look is more…just…lost, and it tugs at your heartstrings.

You’re sure he’ll say no, but your feet seem to carry you of their own accord, when you find yourself at his door, knocking loudly.

Some time passes and you hear him grumbling on the other side before he jerks open the portal just a crack. “Yeah?”

“I’m making my Nonna’s meatballs and marinara for dinner.”

“Good for you?”

“From scratch.”

“Sounds time consuming.”

“Want to join me?”

There is a very long pause, in which he just looks at you. You can tell he’s at least one drink in already; you smell the fumes on his breath. And maybe it’s stupid, and you’re asking for trouble you don’t need, but the thought that that will be this man’s only dinner squeezes your heart.

Finally, he answers with a question. “Why?”

“Why not?”

This, amusingly, seems to actually flummox him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. In the end he narrows his eyes at you, (those lovely brown eyes, you can’t help but notice), like you’re trying to trick him into something truly heinous.

It’s…kind of funny, truth be told, and you can’t stop yourself from grinning. “Come on. I know you can smell it.” Your door is wide open.

“Maybe I don’t like Italian food.”

“Everyone likes Italian food.”

“Maybe you’re a terrible cook.”

“Only one way to find out.”

He actually growls a little, which for some reason gives you a thrill to the base of your spine.  

You really need to get back to stir the sauce. You didn’t anticipate getting this far in the conversation (argument?) with him, honestly.

“Well, door’s open,” you tell him, turning to go. You throw one last little come-hither look over your shoulder, to find he is definitely staring at your ass. Or, glaring, more like.

Maybe you have a screw loose, but you find this adorable.

You go back to your sauce, and lose yourself in the preparation of the other ingredients, watching the pasta to make sure it doesn’t boil over, checking that the meatballs aren’t burning. (Your oven is a dinosaur from the 1970s, and sometimes the temp spikes for no reason).

You are about to drain the pasta, when you find a tall, rumpled man standing beside your rickety thrift store table, looking a bit confused as to how he’d ended up there. He looks so big in your shoebox of an apartment, and if you’re being honest, maybe there’s a little bit of lust tied up with your desire to mother this man.

You offer him a welcoming smile, and for a moment, you swear he looks like he’s drowning.

“Glad you could make it,” you say somewhat teasingly.

“Can I…help?” He says the last word like it’s a completely alien thing to him.

“I’ve pretty much got it under control…” you say, which is mostly true. You peruse the sparse offerings of your 3 slot wine rack, picking a $6 bottle of Chilean red blend. “Want to open this?” The face he makes looking down at the decidedly weaker-than-whiskey beverage is almost comical, but he takes the corkscrew from you as you transfer the meal to serving bowls and put glasses of water on the table.

He removes his suit jacket at the table, rolling his sleeves up over muscular forearms that are, if you’re being honest, totally distracting. After you sit down you fill your plates, and the first few minutes of the meal goes by in semi-awkward silence.

Surprisingly, it’s John who speaks first. “This is really good,” he admits begrudgingly, and you utterly fail to damper your I-told-you-so smile.

“Thanks.”

You make halting small talk. You get the feeling he doesn’t chat much with anyone, of his own free will. When you ask him how his week was, his simple answer is, “Hell.”

You have no idea he’s being literal.

You ask him what he does, and he tells you he’s a sort of private detective, and he can’t really talk about it. He asks what you do, more to get the conversation off of him than anything. You let it go, for now, telling him that you’re a receptionist at an office building for a mega corporation downtown.

“Fitting,” he grumbles, you think because of your innate cheerfulness.

You feel the urge to tell him that half the time it’s just a thing you wear like armor—but you don’t know each other that well yet.

As you loosen up a little with food and more wine, he slowly asks more questions about you, where you’re from, what do you do in your free time, and maybe it’s stupid, but you feel like he’s actually kind of interested in your answers.

You enlist him to help you with the dishes, and as you stand together at the sink you bump him playfully with your hip. He peers down at you, his dark hair in his eyes. He is so tall, and there is a hint of a smile on his lips now. For him, it’s like a full-on toothy grin, and it doesn’t fail to quicken your heart in your chest.

Constantine can’t help but feel…puzzled, by you. Yes, you’re his cute neighbor, who teasingly likes to hail him in the hallway. And maybe he does look forward to the way your eyes sparkle, when he begrudgingly acknowledges you before retreating to the safety of the quiet solitude of his apartment. But you are so…nice. He can just tell, and he has no idea what a girl like you might want with a degenerate demon hunter like him. There are enough assholes in L.A. who would be happy to take you out. Why would you waste your time chasing him down?

And there is that smaller nagging voice in the back of his head. You are damned, and you don’t deserve her.

Fuck if it doesn’t make him want to touch you even more.

Later, he will look back on this as a moment of weakness. You, looking up at him with your big eyes, like you're old friends. You made him feel, for a fleeting moment, like he wasn't some doomed asshole with nothing to live for. Like he was an actual person. A man who could matter, to someone. Maybe even to you.

When you splash him with a flick of dishwater after he insults your favorite TV show he narrows his eyes down at you, and you get the fluttery feeling that he might like to eat you a moment before he cups your cheek in his big hand and catches your lips in a kiss. It’s everything you’d hoped for, even if you never actually expected it to really happen. Maybe the wine helped? Or maybe…he likes you? Luckily you get over your surprise, standing on tiptoe to meet him, looping your arms around his neck.

You yip with surprise when suddenly he lifts you to sit on the sink, pulling you close as the kiss deepens. “Was getting a crick in my neck…”

Your answering laugh is shaky at best. “Sorry.”

“Is this why you invited me over?”

“Sort of?”

He lifts an eyebrow at that, waiting for further explanation. You reach up to toy with his collar, tracing the line of his loosened tie, totally distracted by the shape of his collarbone and what’s bared of his neck. This man has a jawline that looks like it was sculpted from stone. There’s no shortage of beautiful people in L.A., of course, but you’ve never met anyone quite like him. He doesn’t seem vain, an oddity in this town, but underneath his rumpled suit this man definitely has the physique of a movie star. You try not to dwell on how odd it is, that he would choose to spend his Friday night with you.

“I mean, I’m definitely not complaining,” you offer with a sly little smile.

However, his answering expression is nothing less than stern.

“I’m warning you now, sweetheart. I’m not boyfriend material, and I’m not going to be your project.”

Even if both of those things may have crossed your mind, your thoughts are too hazy with lust from his lips on yours. Maybe he’s a grouch…but he’s a great kisser.

“Okay.”

“Good.”

He kisses you again, and you melt even more under his exacting touch. Those mitts for hands make you feel small, and you arch against him as they travel the ladder of your ribcage to your spine.

The wine was good, but you know you are mostly drunk on him.

Then he is lifting you again, like you weigh nothing, carrying you to the couch. You settle down into the worn vintage cushions and make-out like teenagers, all lips and teeth and pawing hands.

You’re the one who actually initiates something further, pulling off your shirt, and John blinks as he takes in the swathes of your bare skin. He glares at your lacy bra like it owes him money, and you can’t help but laugh breathily. You haven’t felt thishappy in a long time, truth be told.

“Something funny?” he asks, nipping at your neck. With a flick of his fingers your bra falls away, and your breasts are in his hands, and you forget how to speak intelligibly. With his lips on your nipples you manage to loosen his tie without strangling him, unbuttoning his shirt with an increasing desperation. You sigh when at last the bare skin of your torsos is pressed together, his weight pressing you down into the couch.

It occurs to you, how small your couch is, and this man is definitely over six feet tall. “Would you prefer…the bed?” you ask between kisses.

“Up to you.”

You nod, but find you can’t really stop kissing him long enough to move. You can feel the impressive length of him through his pants and yours, aligned with your center and you dry grind, thinking even that is wonderful. He, however, lets out a frustrated growl, and pulls you to your feet again.

Dizzy with desire, you lead him by the hand to your bedroom, and you make it there eventually between kisses and shedding the rest of your clothing. His thick fingers between your legs are a marvel. “So fucking wet for me,” he groans, and it’s too embarrassing to admit, but sometimes after seeing him in the hallway you’ve fantasized about something like this going down, and it always leaves you soaked.

“I…like you,” you admit, moaning as a second finger finds its way inside you, his thumb circling your clit.

“I still don’t get that,” he admits, but kisses you hard before you really have a chance to answer. It would be a little too crazy, to tell him right now that you’ve always just felt pulled towards him, like the Universe was giving you a nudge any time you saw him. He’d laugh at you, or he’d leave, and either of those at this point would be unbearable.

You are close already under his masterful touch, and you whine even as you flex your hips, all your muscles tightening in anticipation.

“Don’t make me cum yet,” you beg. “I want you.”

He groans in response to that, desperately pawing through the pockets of his pants on the floor for a condom. You watch with stars in your eyes, propped on your elbows as he rips open the packet and rolls it on that impressive length, your lip between your teeth. You feel empty while looking at him like this, longing to be filled to the brim.

There is a moment of raw eye contact between you that sears your soul, as he pulls you to the edge of the bed with those large hands on your thighs. For a fleeting second he looks almost vulnerable. It’s there and gone like a ripple in a pool, then his thick tip is at your entrance, and he is slowly pushing himself inside you.

It’s better than you ever dreamed, and you arch against him, moaning as he works inside.

“Fuck you are tight,” he pants in your ear, your walls clenching around him, seeming to fight him even as they crave the relief of his big cock stretching you out. You breathe deeply, easing him in. When at last he bottoms out inside you, your head rocks back behind your shoulders, blissed out.

“God, you feel good.”

This man actually snorts at the comment, though his voice is pure gravel, rough with need. “He wouldn't appreciate you saying it about me.”

Your laugh is half moan. 

“What, are you on a first name basis?”

“Yeah, sort of.”

You're not sure what to make of that, and you're too cock drunk to even begin to reason it out.

He can tell you're a nice girl. Or at least, that's his perception of you. So he doesn’t bend you at impossible angles or whisper filthy things in your ear. Really, there's no time for it. Just pure vanilla missionary in your sweet little snatch is more than enough to slake his need tonight. He fucks you on your back, his thumb on your clit as he glides in and out of your tight little pussy, your legs wrapped around his narrow hips.

Your pleasure builds in the cradle of your hips, wound so tight you feel like you'll either die, or fly. Usually...alright, it's never like this for you the first time with someone. There's always fumbling, and awkwardness, and half the time, if you're honest, a faked orgasm because you're too shy or too embarrassed to ask for what you really need from a new partner, afraid he’ll think you’re too much trouble. 

Well, that is not what is happening tonight. Tonight, John is taking care of you, and you can hardly believe your luck. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Yeah.” Your reply is breathy, and you almost laugh just for the pure, unexpected joy you feel in that moment. “Oh, John...” Your ability to say real words escapes you as your body erupts with scintillating pleasure spreading through your loins. You actually scream, and the fierce clench of your cunt around him brings him too. He loses himself with a groan, his face buried in the curve of your shoulder as he shudders against you.

Afterwards, you are laying against his broad chest, his heartbeat a steady drum in your ear. You don't know it, but this is not something John Constantine usually does. Snuggling. But you are sweet and soft in his arms, and he can't quite bring himself to vacate the premises just yet. In fact, he's so comfortable that he dozes, and you follow close behind him.

In the middle of the night you wake to kisses on your neck and caresses down your curvy side. You sigh, arching into him. You feel his manhood at the seam of your buttocks, his thick head kissing your hole.

“Fuck. Sorry,” he whispers with a shuddering sigh, rolling over to reach for his pants again. How many condoms did he bring? The fact that he's not careless with you, even in the sleepy haze of the early morning second round, is incredibly endearing to you. How many times have you had to insist, and been made to feel like an uncool bitch for not wanting to risk pregnancy or disease in the heat of the moment?

Maybe it's utterly insane, but you're half in love already as he hauls you on top of him, his cock freshly capped with a new Trojan Magnum.

You are still drenched from earlier, and it's no problem to impale yourself upon him.

In the blue dark of early morning your eyes meet his, and again you sense that fleeting vulnerability before he distracts you with that clever fucking thumb finding your sensitive bud. He works you just right as you ride his beautiful dick with your back arched taut as a bow, his other hand toying with your nipple. It makes you cum in record time, so quickly it's almost embarrassing, though he doesn’t seem to mind. Within a minute he's followed along with you, his big hands digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he reaches his own release. Your name on his lips raises gooseflesh all over your body, as though your lovemaking has invoked something powerful, something binding.

You collapse against his chest, and the both of you nearly fall asleep again, with him still inside you. 

“Let me get this thing off,” he requests gently, and with a plaintive little groan you roll off of him, curling in at his side. He knots the condom before throwing it in the general direction of the bin. You are both too tired to care if it actually hit home. 

Again, you snuggle close and the two of you doze tangled together until morning light streams through the window. 

You wake to kisses on your forehead this time. It's a miracle you rouse. You're a heavy sleeper—and he worked you out. 

“I have to go, honey.” 

“Want breakfast?” you murmur, half asleep.

“Yeah, but I can’t. Rain check?”

“Okay.”

Through half lidded eyes you watch as he gets dressed, half way, at least. A good portion of his clothes are still strewn around the living room.

My god, what a beautiful specimen of manhood you bagged last night. Nonna would be proud. She was an appreciator of male beauty, and if you told her that her special recipe had gotten you the best sex of your life with the handsome boy next door she would have cackled with delight.

“See you soon?” you dare ask as he buttons his pants. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, after a pause, bending down to kiss you one more time, with tongue this round. 

“Careful mister, or you'll start round three.”

“Jesus, woman,” he teases with that heartbreaking almost-smile. “You've drained me dry.” 

You look him over appraisingly.

“Doubt it.” 

He huffs with laughter, shaking his head. 

“Bye, y/n.”

You sigh. 

“Bye, John.”

With a surprisingly heavy heart, you watch the best lay of your life slip out the door. You really hope you'll get to do this again, and not just go back to awkward acknowledgements in the hallway.

***

Maybe John Constantine had told you he’s not boyfriend material.

But earlier that day, while he was having a smoke out on the sidewalk, he found himself looking over at the wares of a flower vendor and wondering if you would like them. He didn’t buy any, of course.

He wasn’t a total sap.

But it’s possible as he scales the stairs to his apartment, there’s a lightness in his heart as he thinks of you, and the possibility of seeing you in the hallway.

That's when he finds your door ajar, and your apartment ransacked, and a note in red ink on the table addressed to him.

If you want to see your girlfriend alive again, come to this address.

It’s a place in L.A. that’s deep in vampire territory, and something black and heavy weighs like a stone in the pit of John’s stomach. He’d deported a few big players of the local coven not too long ago, and he’d figured the Master would want revenge, but this?

Fucking diabolical—and just their style.

Goddamn vampires.

Without a moment to lose, he goes to his apartment to get his kit, praying he’s not too late to save you.  

#constantine 2005 #constantine #constantine x you #constantine x reader #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x you #john constantine #constantine x y/n #constantine fic #constantine imagine #constantine fanfic #the girl next door constantine x reader fic

[theehoneeybee]

Late Night Sugar Fix

pairing: Edward Naston/gn!reader word count: 1.3k warnings: swearing, brief mentions of murder, implied stalking, usual Gotham things

synopsis: the night shift at the diner was always quiet, few people willing to venture out into Gotham at night, except for one regular who came in on an almost nightly basis.

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a/n: i'm back in my paul dano era. I used to write for him back on an old blog of mine and it's nice to do it again :)

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Another slow night. The drops of rain trailing down the window carried the colours of the glowing city lights with them. The small, old TV perched in the corner re-aired news segments from earlier in the week. The sounds barely reached your ears and the subtitles lagged behind the speech.

The diner had become quieter over the past couple of weeks. With two vigilantes using the city as an oversized playground, and crime at an all time high, people weren't too keen to leave the house. Especially at night.

There was a few regulars who still came in, fellow night shift workers coming in for a much needed cup of coffee after a long day. The familiar chiming of the bell pulled your head away from the TV, turning around in your chair to greet the stranger.

His back was turned to you, his green jacket decorated with dark spots from raindrops. He set his umbrella gently down by the door and shuffled over the the bench, taking a seat on the cracked black leather stools.

"Evening," you greeted him. "What can I get started for you?"

The man barely makes eye contact with you. "A cup of coffee please, and, um, do you have any pumpkin pie?"

The clear frames of his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, little droplets of water clinging onto the lenses. His soft brown hair stuck to his forehead. The umbrella must not have done its job. You gave him a nod and went out the back to prepare his order.

Once you came back, the man had cleaned off his glasses and his attention was now focused on the TV screen. You placed down the food, matching his gaze to look up at the screen.

It was a repeat of a news story from earlier in the day. 'The Riddler terrorises Gotham' the subtitles read, the face of the news reporter was replaced with one of the Riddler's infamous livestreams. The reported called him all sorts of names, 'murderer', 'villain', 'terrorist'. You couldn't help the small scoff that left your lips. This caught the strangers attention, half turning his head to look at you through the corner of his eye.

"Look, I don't agree with the killing," you quickly tried to justify yourself, hoping you hadn't offended him. "But at least he's doing something. I know too many people who have suffered because the cops don't do shit."

An emotion you couldn't quite place flashed on his eyes, leaving just as quickly as it appeared. He nodded, looking back at the TV. "Someone had to do something."

You spend the rest of the evening aimlessly scribbling in your notepad, occasionally turning to the TV for some lacklustre entertainment. The man left, giving you a small nod on his way out. As you cleaned up the plates, wiping down the counter, you glanced at the door.

He left his umbrella.

You leant against the counter, idly flicking between the pages of a newspaper that a customer had left behind.

"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears," you read the riddle printed on the thin pages aloud, "I have no body, but come alive with the wind. What am I?"

"An echo." The answer made you jump, no longer alone in the diner. "The riddle," the man gestures to the newspaper in your hands, "It's an echo."

The same man from yesterday with the clear frames and mousey brown hair was back. You never even heard the door bell ring. Same routine as last night, he sits down and orders a slice of pumpkin pie and coffee. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he ate, filling in the puzzles from a newspaper of his own.

Strange, you settled on, was the best way to describe him. He kept his head down, occasionally shifting awkwardly in his seat and adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit. Strange, yes, but he also was also endearing. Or maybe you just pitied him, the same way a sad puppy is both adorable and heart breaking.

The man was about to leave, folding the newspaper into a neat little rectangle and tucking it into his jacket. Before he had a chance to go, you dashed into the back of the diner to reunite him with his forgotten umbrella.

"Wait!" you called out to him, "you forgot your umbrella yesterday."

"Oh," he says quietly. "Thank you." He took the umbrella from your hands.

"I never got your name, by the way. I know all my regulars by their names," you explained.

He stares at you, eyes obscured by the reflection of light on his lenses, expression unreadable. "Edward," he finally introduces himself.

It was around the time that Edward began to frequent the diner that you began to notice strange occurrences.

When you would walk back to your apartment, the sun barely peaking over the tall city buildings, it felt like you were being followed. You could feel a pair of eyes searing into the back of your head. A wave of relief would wash over you once you finally stepped into your apartment.

On one of the few nights off you had, you were laying on the couch when a card was slipped under your front door. Getting up from your comfortable spot, you half-opened the door and peered down the hallway. Empty. It was a small greeting card with a cartoon owl of the front with the text 'owl always love you' written in cursive.

'I have keys but no locks. You can enter, but you can’t go outside. I have space but no room. What am I?' was scribbled messily on the inside of the card.

You didn't sleep that night.

You and Edward had developed an unspoken friendship. Each night you found yourself looking for forward to his visit. While you didn't talk very much, there was a mutual enjoyment of each others company. He would help you solve the puzzles in forgotten newspapers. Edward was very intelligent, always quick to answer. While he liked crosswords and dabbled in sudoku, you learnt riddles were his favourite.

"Are you any good with computers?"

Edward looked up from his puzzle, "I'm okay. Why?"

"Well I've been having this issue with my laptop," you explained. Whenever you tried to use it, it would work for about a minute before the screen blanked. Only a small question mark could be seen, flickering in the top right of the screen. You didn't want to waste your money bringing it to a repair shop or buying a new one, so your best bet was asking Edward. "It's probably a virus from one of those shitty free streaming sites."

"I can come take a look at it."

You scribbled your phone number down on a scrap piece of paper. "Thank you so much."

You had texted back and forth with Edward to arrange a time for him to come to your apartment to look at the laptop. Was it the smartest move to invite an almost-stranger into your apartment? No, but Edward seemed trustworthy enough.

'I'll be there soon :)' his message read.

Soon, there was a knock on your door and you were letting Edward into your apartment. He took a seat at your desk as you booted up your laptop.

"It'll be fine for a few minutes and then-" the screen went black. "Bam!"

Edward adjusted his glasses, bringing the laptop closer. "Yeah, I see what you mean." You watched anxiously as he fiddled around with it to little success.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to fix it here," Edward explained. "However, if I hook it up to my computer at home I should be able to get the virus off it."

"So it can be fixed? I don't need to buy a new laptop?" Edward shook his head no. "Oh, thank you! You don't mind doing it do you?"

"It's okay. I'll give it back to you at work tomorrow."

You thanked Edward profusely as he left your apartment, laptop in hand. When you sat down on the couch, fear punched you in the stomach. The blood drained from your face when your realised that,

You never gave Edward your address.

#danonation #paul dano x reader #paul dano #batman #batman 2022 #dano riddler #edward nygma #edward nashton #dano riddler x reader #the riddler #the riddler x reader #the batman #eli sunday #okja #ruby sparks #calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #eli sunday x reader #klitz the girl next door #dwayne hoover #little miss sunshine

[cannedbeefaroni]

I wanna smooch Klitz all over his face and leave lipstick marks all I've him even on his glasses :3

get kissed idiot

#danonation #danocel #timothy klitz #timothy klitz x reader #the girl next door

[robinofgothamcity]

the girl is closer than you think

characters: tim klitz / the girl next door

pronouns used: she/her

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / DANONATIONNNN THIS ONE IS FOR YOUUU. also, aew girlies still looking for suggestions on wrestlers and if i should continue my kenny fic. i wanna write a hook imagine but i'm kinda stumped on an idea.

"hey! i heard Brad talking to you in gym today, what he'd want?" you heard Eli's voice say creeping up behind you. you turned around seeing the tripod boys walking towards you. you gave Eli a look before waving to Matt and Klitz, "do you ever learn not to be in people business Eli?" you asked him, rolling your eyes at his vivid video cap, "no girl is ever going to date you with you wearing that hat."

Eli dismissed you, still awaiting his answer, "party at his place tonight. I guess something about celebrating everyone's college acceptance letters," you replied. you were leaning against your locker wearing your Yale sweater, one that you and Klitz both owned, "how come we didn't get invited? Matt got into Georgetown and Klitz got into Yale with you," Eli asked, "we is a lot of people Eli. as far as I know, Matt, Klitz, and I got into college. you have this weird director ambition," you said, giggling at the end.

"again, how come they didn't get invitations?" you shrugged, "come on Eli, when has Brad or even Jordan ever invited you to anything?" he nodded at the point you had made, "but you guys can come as my plus ones. by the time I get there, I don't think he'd care who's at his place," you said getting an excited response from Eli. you rolled your eyes before looking to Klitz, "lets go, we have to get to APUSH," you said smiling at him.

you smacked Eli on the back of the head as Klitz grabbed his backpack from the floor and followed behind you. Eli gave Matt a look of disbelief, "he follows her like a lost puppy, it's ridiculous," he told Matt. Matt shrugged, "you wouldn't how it is to fall in love Eli," was all he replied with before the two walked to Literature.

you and Klitz walked towards the AP section of the school as a few of your friends had stopped you in the halls a few times. you were technically considered one of the 'popular' kids at school. being 'friends' with boys like Brad and girls like Brittany usually got you into the parties that were considered legends at school. you had known Brad from childhood and Brittany being a girl on the soccer team gave you even more exclusivity because you were her captain.

you met Klitz and by association Matt and Eli your freshman year. both of you were in the honors English courses and table buddies. he was an even more awkward and skinny as a fourteen year old freshman at the time and you had to admit, not much has changed since then. you had gained your popularity between the summer of freshman and sophomore year so it was surprising to the tripod boys when sophomore year rolled around and the popular kids were dragging you in seven different directions.

"hey, practice later this afternoon?" Brittany asked coming down the hall. you nodded no as you noticed the incredulous look she quickly gave Klitz, "you're going to be at Brad's party tonight, right? you ditched the last three for 'studying' and you have to go!" she practically begged. you gave her a defeated yes as she clapped happily and ran down the hall to meet Brad, "see you tonight! and don't be late!"

you looked to Klitz who was silent the entire time, "come on smarty pants, this final APUSH research paper won't write itself," you told him, shoving him towards the class. he chuckled quietly as the two of you sat down and took out the enormous APUSH textbook and your notebooks.

before all of you could get start to write, you heard a bang on the table and noticed the Yearbook club coming in to drop off the books. you quickly snatched your copy and slammed it on the cover, "Klitz, we made the front collage!" you exclaimed pointing down at it. Klitz quickly noticed that you both were in fact on the front cover.

it was a dumb picture you made him take with you at one of your games. you had dragged the three boys to the game as payment for messing up your car a few days prior with food and wrappers. you had pushed Klitz into frame, hugging his side excitedly as he stood stiff and nervous. Klitz admired the photo for a second. you looked gorgeous, even if you were sweating from the game earlier, and standing next to him like that made him a bit insecure.

your teacher had walked in, smacking her ruler on her desk as she told everyone to get to work. you rolled your eyes, not in the mood for her grouchy attitude. Klitz had grabbed his pencil bag, ready to start his paper when he realized that he hadn't grabbed it on his way out this morning. he reached into yours, hoping you didn't notice and by unfortunate chance, he got your pink sparkly pen.

"writing a research paper in pink ink Timothy?" your teacher asked, ready to yell at him. Klitz didn't say anything as you grabbed it from him, "no, he was going to fix my mistakes for my paper with that," you said covering for him. she hummed in response as you handed him a boring black pen, "she's the biggest bitch this school has ever met, I swear," you groaned, "like it's not our fault you got stuck teaching teenagers. she should have picked a different career."

the rest of the class went by in silence, the two of you engrossed in the papers to even make small conversation. once the bell rang, you looked to Klitz, "you're going to the party later with me, right? I can't go alone. Freddie is going to be there and I can't deal with him on my own." Klitz nodded before muttering that Eli would probably drag him there even if you hadn't asked him to come with.

"great! Brad lives on the same block as I do so just park your car at my place in case we have to make a run for it," you said chucking your bag over your shoulder. you went towards your car as you were met with the party host himself and Brittany, both asking for rides home.

Eli and Matt met with Klitz, the two of them seeing their best friend with that familiar longing look on his face as he watched you drive away, "she's make a great adult film actress, you know that, right?" Klitz stared at Eli, his eyes raging up with fury and jealousy, "just look at her-," before Eli could continue, Klitz screamed at him to shut up making Matt laugh.

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the night rolled around as you finished putting on your short jean skirt and a plain black v-neck shirt. you told your mom you were going to study at a friends house and slipped out the back door, hoping she didn't catch your outfit. you knew that if your mom had found out that you were going to be at a house party, you'd be shoved inside your room grounded until you left for Yale in the fall.

the house was blaring music already as drunk teenagers littered the backyard. you knew Brad's parents were away on an anniversary trip to Brazil and this was the final weekend all of you had to party before graduation came and all of you left for college. you had made plans to stick by Klitz's side, not bothering to inform him on it given that you knew Klitz wouldn't have cared.

as soon as you walked in, you were handed a red liquid, probably fruit punch and what smelled like Malibu Rum. you knew Brittany wouldn't have done anything to the drink and you immediately started sipping on it. the taste of rum immediately hitting your tastebuds, making you cringe in response.

Eli, Matt, and Klitz had parked his car by your house, walking towards Brad's house slowly. Klitz had worn a plain plaid dress shirt and a white tank top underneath it. Matt and Eli hadn't changed out of what they had worn in the day.

Klitz's eyes immediately wandered around the room, trying to look for you. his mouth instantly fell as he found you. you hardly dressed up for school, going with the safest school appropriate option most of the time. you tended to wear jeans and plain colored t-shirt but now you were in a mini skirt and a low cut shirt with your makeup done beautifully.

the three of them went to join you but Matt immediately turned to the food table and Eli went into the direction of a girl he thought was cute. Klitz stood in the middle of the living room awkwardly. he didn't want to interrupt your conversation with your other friends and frankly, he wanted to go back home. "Klitz! over here!" you yelled suddenly. he sighed and went towards you. you grabbed him and made sure he remained by your side, "you invited him?" Brittany asked. you nodded, "of course I did, he's my best friend and we're going to Yale together so I had too," you said back, making sure she didn't say another snark comment.

you went back into conversation as Klitz just stood next to you quietly. you tried to get him to talk but it was no use. Klitz was just not a social person and you didn't want to take him out of his element too much. Brad had left all of you to turn off the lights to make everyone more comfortable as he liked to put it.

"oh my god, it's Freddie," you said in a bit of a panic. Klitz knew you were freaking out given that you immediately pushed yourself onto him a bit more. Freddie was an ex boyfriend of yours. you had relied everything to Klitz one night of how badly the breakup was and how you didn't like being alone with him, "lets move," you whispered.

Klitz gaining the smallest bit of confidence grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor by accident, "I didn't know you were a dancer," you joked. you immediately started dancing to the upbeat song. Klitz felt like he was going to die if it was possible. you were starting to dance against him and he never thought he'd ever see a day like this.

he knew you had a few drinks in your system but he didn't think he'd have you dancing on him. he was trying his hardest to not pop a boner but it was nearly impossible when your skirt was this low and you were making no attempt to stop dancing against him. you turned around, smiling at the lanky boy as he went extremely red in the face once he realized that you were giving him an almost mesmerized look.

"Klitz, how are you not dating a girl, you're such a catch," you asked. Klitz shrugged, not knowing how to respond, "girls don't really find me attractive," that made you instantly roll your eyes, "they're ridiculous if you ask me. you're literally a girls dream. smart, cute, and kinda funny," you replied.

Klitz could see Eli's and Matt's face as they noticed how you were dancing against their friend. Eli pushed for Klitz to dance back but it was like talking to a brick wall, it was not going to happen.

"you think so?" he asked. you nodded excitedly, "of course. you just need to loosen up Klitzy," you said. you were still dancing against him as you finished your drink, "can I ask you a question?" he asked, practically feeling the word vomit coming out, "why are you friends with me? you can do better than someone like myself."

Klitz wanted to scream. he had no idea why he asked such a stupid question but he couldn't hold it in anymore. you remained silent making Klitz start to freak out. you finally looked up to him and chuckled quietly.

"you're different than everyone else here," you finally said, "you don't see me for who I am physically. to you, I'm just ( your name ). I'm not this popular girl that just happens to be your friend and I love that about you," Klitz was surprised to say the least, "every guy here has wanted to either have sex with me or date me to get popularity status but you're just my friend. you like to hear about my stupid interests like Star Wars and you know more about me than any other person here."

"maybe it's stupid of me to think that you'd like me in the way I like you but you're special to me, Klitz. I mean, we're the only ones in the entire school who got into an Ivy League school. we're going to fucking Yale!" Klitz stood for a second, trying to figure out that first part you had said, "what do you mean by "to think you'd like me in the way I like you"?" he asked.

you couldn't help but laugh.

"you caught that, huh?" you asked jokingly, "it's stupid but I don't think I'm your type of girl anyway. you deserve someone better than me," he repeated his earlier question, still confused by what you meant, "I've liked you since Sophomore year but I've hid it until now I guess. you don't have to let me down or anything. I know I'm not the kind of girl you'd be into."

Klitz was stunned to put it lightly. he couldn't believe what he was hearing. you? not his type? if anything, he wasn't your type. you were popular, guys didn't exactly fall at the feet for you like they did with girls like Brittany but he did know of a fair share of guys who did like you and he saw the guys you thought were cute. he was not like them.

"you're wrong," Klitz finally said. you stayed quiet, now confused yourself, "your beautiful. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy you'd like. I mean, look at me and look at yourself. you have options and you chose me? are you sick or something?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood. you smacked Klitz on the back of the head, "seriously, I've heard the way you talked about guys you liked and it doesn't seem like I'd be anywhere in that realm."

you laughed, bringing him down to your height, "can I kiss you?" you asked. Klitz didn't get a chance to respond as you smashed your lips against his. you had your arms wrapped around his neck as he awkwardly placed his on your hips, "Klitz, we've danced around our feelings for each other for years now. I couldn't wait anymore," you said once you pulled away, "I hope that means I get to be your girlfriend now,".

Klitz nodded almost instantly, "it's a good thing we're going to Yale together because long distance would suck," he said. you nodded in agreement, "I'd drag myself to the nearest college to be closer with you," you whispered. Klitz laughed as you brought him in for another kiss.

Klitz couldn't believe it. he never thought he'd be kissing you at one of the last parties of your high school career but here he was. the two of you were going to Yale together and that meant he'd still have you by his side in a few months. he was never used to this type of good luck but he wasn't going to question it now.

he smiled a bit into the kiss as he saw Eli and Matt giving him a thumbs up in response. sometimes he really hated his friends but he knew that today they were proud of him for getting the girl that he always dreamed of.

#klitz #klitz imagine #klitz x reader #the girl next door #the girl next door imagine #the girl next door x reader #paul dano

[therealbattleangel]

Film Day? - Klitz x F!Reader (+ a little Eli)

Y/N: Smut. Smut with a little bit of plot and a little bit of fluff. Also voyeurism. Also talking about porn. Also Eli just being Eli

(Requests Open !)

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Klitz and Y/N had been dating since sophomore year of high school and it was now the summer between senior year of high school and freshman year of college. Both Y/N and Klitz got into Yale while Matthew went to Georgetown and Eli began a career as a porn director. But there was still two months until Klitz and Y/N moved up to Yale and they were planning on spending most of that time hanging out with each other and with Eli. They were all currently at Klitz’s house as his parents were out of town for the week. Klitz and Y/N sat together, cuddling as Klitz and Eli talked. They talked about the new movies that were coming out, the comic books they were currently reading and how life was going at the time. Y/N stood up and said she needed to grab something from her bag and walked off. She went up to Klitz’s bedroom and grabbed a tissue from her purse, blowing her nose before throwing it away and heading back downstairs. As she did, she noticed the room had gone quiet. 

She walked back in and tilted her head when she saw they were both staring at her “yes?” Y/N asked as she looked between the two boys “Um… Y/N, I-” Klitz began before being interrupted by Eli “I have an idea for you two.” Y/N slowly went to sit back down beside Klitz as Eli continued “work, right now, is a little rough. I don’t have anyone available to film for another month which could be really bad for me. And…” Y/N looked at Klitz before slowly looking back at Eli “and what?” She asked. Eli hummed “recently, Klitz has told me about how well he knows you and how well he… Pleases you. So I was wondering if I could possibly… Film you two having sex?” Y/N widened her eyes before looking at Klitz “you what? And… Film us having sex? Klitz!” Y/N shouted as Klitz raised his arms in surrender “what? I had to talk to somebody about it. And he’s our friend. I wanted to help him out. But baby, really, if you are uncomfortable with the idea, we don’t have to do it. We can just forget that this ever happened.” Eli then hummed “but if you did decide to do it, it would really help me out. And you both would get paid the same amount I usually pay my workers which is pretty good.” Y/N then sighed and stayed quiet for a bit before shrugging “fine but just, let’s get it over with now.”

They were now in the bedroom where Eli had set up a camera and some lighting, facing the bed. Klitz and Y/N were both only in their underwear. “If I had known that we were doing this today, I would have worn a matching set,” she said, looking down at her mismatched bra and panties. “Don’t worry. You won’t have them on for very long” Eli said as Klitz began looking through his closet, causing Y/N to tilt her head “what are you looking for?” She asked as Klitz pulled out two half masks “my parents went to Mardi Gras years ago and they picked up these. I was thinking that we could wear these so we can still kiss but our faces are mostly covered.” 

Y/N then smiled before pulling Klitz into a deep kiss. Little did Klitz know that he just made Y/N so much calmer. She was so worried about actually showing her face during the tape and Klitz just solved that problem. Eli groaned “come on, people. I don’t have all day” he said, suddenly acting like a real porn director. Y/N and Klitz put on the half masks before laying down on the bed. She then looked at Eli “what… What now?” she asked before Eli hummed “just fuck. However you normally do” he said with a shrug. Y/N nodded before Eli said “and… Action!” Klitz then pulled Y/N into a kiss, wrapping one arm around her waist and putting his other hand on her head, slowly moving his fingers into her hair and gently tugging. Y/N moaned against Klitz’s lips as they continued to kiss before they pulled away and Klitz started kissing all over her neck and her exposed chest. Behind the camera, Eli was biting his lip. He thought it was going to be awkward watching his best friend and his girlfriend fuck but for some reason, he found it hot.

Klitz then whispered into Y/N’s ear “can I remove your bra now, baby?” Y/N nodded eagerly before Klitz removed Y/N’s bra, exposing her breasts. He then began to kiss all over them before saying “I fucking love your tits, kitten.” Y/N moaned at Klitz’s comment and the feeling of his lips all over her breasts. He then began to suck on one of her nipples as he pinched the other, causing her to moan again, louder than she had before. Eventually, Klitz moved one of his hands down into Y/N’s panties. He began rubbing her clit before he lifted his head and smirked up at her “what do you want me to do now, baby?” he said in a teasing tone. Y/N whined “please touch me, daddy. Please~” Klitz then hummed “of course, kitten” he said before taking off her panties and putting his head between her legs, beginning to eat her out. Soon after, he began fingering her as well.

At the same time, Eli felt his pants growing tighter. He again, would have never thought he would be the guy that found his best friend fucking a girl hot but he was loving it. Seeing Klitz so successfully pleasuring a woman, making her make beautiful moans, was attractive, hot and sexy and he wanted more. He quietly unzipped his pants before sticking one of his hands into his boxers and beginning to stroke himself off. He was watching as Klitz continued to eat Y/N out, fingering her as he did. She then began moaning louder “daddy, f-fuck! I… I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum” she shouted before Klitz lifted his head “cum in my mouth, baby. Fucking cum on my tongue” he said before going back to eating her out. She then released in the other’s mouth, moaning loudly as she came. 

Klitz moved away from Y/N before pulling her into a kiss. He then pulled away before removing his boxers, putting on a condom afterward. He then pulled Y/N back into a kiss before he slowly lined up his member with Y/N’s hole. He then slowly inserted himself into her as she pulled away from the kiss, moaning loudly. He then slowly began thrusting into her as Eli began to speed up his own strokes. Klitz continued to thrust into Y/N as he kissed all over her body, leaving a few marks on her as he did. She then ran her hands into his hair, pulling on it as he began to speed up his thrusts. This continued until Klitz, Y/N and Eli were all close to cumming. Klitz continued to thrust faster and faster as Y/N screamed that she was cumming. He then pulled out of her and pulled off his condom, releasing onto her chest. During this, Eli also came but because of how loud the other two were, neither heard Eli. He then quickly adjusted himself before yelling “cut!”

Klitz and Y/N panted before Klitz stood up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom and two robes for both him and Y/N to wear. He then went back into the bedroom and wiped Y/N down before helping her into one of the robes. He then got into one himself before looking at Eli “man, guys. That was great. Alright now for the money” Eli said before Y/N shook her head “you don’t have to pay us, Eli. Really.” Eli looked between Y/N and Klitz “wait really? Great. Because I didn’t really have a lot of money to give you guys.” Klitz facepalmed “so you weren’t going to pay us anyways?” Eli just smiled “well I was going to pay you. Just… Maybe a few months ago” Klitz then began chasing after Eli. Y/N just watched, laughing even though she was still exhausted. She didn’t want to tell Klitz but she liked Eli watching them and was going to ask if they could do it again. That is if Klitz doesn’t kill Eli.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! This is my first actual smut so I hope it’s alright. Also this is not my idea. I read a smut recently with this prompt and thought it was fucking amazing and I wanted to have my own sort of version of it with a bit more background so not my idea, credit to the original creator.

#paul dano #paul dano fanfic #paul dano imagines #paul dano x reader #paul dano smut #klitz #klitz x reader #klitz smut #klitz imagine #klitz the girl next door #the girl next door #the girl next door x reader #eli brooks #eli brooks x reader #eli brooks smut

[soupbabe]

if your requests are open could u do something like plus size reader that is quiet & looks intimidating but really just takes time to warm up to people? with dano verse? specifically klitz, eli sunday, riddler & maybe eli brooks? if not eli brooks then jay? if not it’s okay! 👌🏼

Danoverse Characters with a Quiet and Intimidating! Plus Size! Reader

Featuring: Klitz, Eli Sunday, Edward Nashton, and Eli Brooks

I love the folks who've been requesting fat reader content lately <33 I owe u all my luv <33

Eli Brooks

- Idk Eli strikes me as a guy who'd so be into you at first glance

- He likes the kind of person who looks like they could beat him up y'know

- But also it takes so long for anything to happen between the both of you because he was scared of you

- As you opened up to him, it only solidified his attraction omg

- He's a very touchy feely person, constantly holding onto you, both in public and private

- He also just has the tendency to just squish sometimes, y'know? He means nothing malicious, you're just so soft he's just like a cat kneading you

- The juxtaposition between you two and the heavy pda brings attention every now and then and it never fails to fluster someone as shy as you

- But with Eli being a "Let them stare" kind of guy, he might take it as an opportunity to tease and fluster you even more

Edward Nashton

- Edward just kinda stalks you for a while

- How could you blame him? You caught his interest, but you look intimidating- he just knows he's going to make a fool of himself if he went up to you then n there

- But as his observing goes on, he finds himself growing more confident in making a proper introduction

- He sees the way you interact with others, how your chubby cheeks only make your smile shine brighter

- Edward can't help but yearn to be involved in your life even more

- He's still a bit nervous as he introduces himself, but talk to him once and he's all over you

- Definitely a comforting dynamic: there's a layer of understanding Edward's shy n awkward demeanor and you're able to bring him out of his shell

Eli Sunday

- Eli is not a judgemental person when it comes to one's looks, probably the most out of everyone on this list to approach you

- Eli is nothing but persistent, commonly asking to spend your time with him and asking for you to attend his sermons as well

- He becomes happier once you open up to him, thinking of such circumstance as a gift from God

- Similarly to the other Eli on this list, he is very physically affectionate and expressive

- Everything about you makes Eli believe you are a blessing

- Especially your bodyA blessing for bountiful health and prosperity if he's ever seen it

- Your outward behavior makes you as humble as you can be and your extroverted nature can bring a community together in Eli's eyes

- He's obsessed

Klitz

- Probably the most nervous to approach you

- Like the only time you get to know each other is when y'all are forced into a situation (whether it be a project for a class or Eli telling you about how much Klitz has been staring at you)

- The whole "becoming friends" stage was rough 💀

- A lot of awkward silence and conversation,,Klitz is just "some guy" and doesn't have fun willingly

- As you become more open, hanging out becomes something Klitz looks forward to

- And if you're the affectionate type? Oh Klitz is in absolute bliss

- There's nothing much of it- the attention plus the softness you bring ?? Makes his cheeks red and smile so much

- You also use your intimidating aura to your advantage when you are in public with Klitz

- "Get your fucking dog bitch" "It don't bite" "Yes it do" type of vibe when you two are around the people who pick on him

#the girl next door #the girl next door 2004 #the girl next door x reader #eli brooks #eli brooks x reader #eli the girl next door #klitz girl next door #klitz #klitz x reader #the batman 2022 #the batman x reader #the riddler x reader #the riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #dano!riddler #eli sunday #eli sunday x reader #there will be blood #there will be blood x reader #chubby reader #x plus size reader

[blaireis]

Klitz x reader lime

warnings: non verbal consent, no actual sex.

Walking through a conference your director forced you to go through, 'for your career to grow!' he said, but you knew it was for his own benefits. So he could show you off and guilt trip people about your past. How he found you and saved you from a life of abuse.

"Dude.. Am I ugly?" You heard someone say, you turned around, looking for the voice that said that. Turning your head, you saw a boy behind you, sitting on a couch with a mullet type hairstyle and bob like bangs. He had chubby cheeks, and a big nose paired with wire glasses.

You turned around, walking towards him. You didn't know if it was the blue raspberry flavored margaritas or something about your outfit, but you were fucking feeling it. Gently sitting down on the armrest next to him, your leg under you making your knee touch his, you put your hand on his upper thigh.

"What makes you say that? Your so pretty.." You looked down into his eyes and smirked. Biting your lip and leaning in closer. "So.. What do you do?"

"I get freaky..." he said. Looking in your eyes.

"Really?" You leaned near his ear. "What can you do to me?" You asked. Moving to get on his lap

"Come on! Get a room!" The friend he was talking to yelled, but you didn't care. This man was your type and you wanted him now.

"What's your name?" You brushed his hair out of his face and took his glasses off, putting them on.

"Klitz." He said, he sounded breathless even though you haven't done anything yet. You slightly grounded down on his bulge, watching his face get screwed up slightly in pleasure.

You go in for a kiss, sloppily slamming mouth on his. Forcing his jaw open and forcing your tounge in his mouth. You moaned, grinding more on his dick.

"Fuck.." You panted, kissing his neck. "Your names so cute.." You looked up at him. And he was making eye contact with his friend, wide eyed.

You grabbed a pen, writing your number on his neck. You pulled him in for a big last kiss.

"Call me, I live in Los Angeles.." You whispered in his ear. "I wanna see you whimpering and below me.." You licked his ear lobe, biting it softly. You stood up, groping his bulge before getting up and walking away.

Fuck. You regret not taking him right then and there.

#klitz x reader #tim klitz #the girl next door #the girl next door x reader #paul dano #paul dano x reader #the riddler #swiss army man #klitz x you #the girl next door x you #danonation #dwayne hoover #little miss sunshine #writing #smut #lime #lemon #thegirlnextdoor

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral Sex, Indirectly Mentioned Age Gap, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Mentions of Male Masturbation

Summary: An unwelcome guest arrives. 

A/N: They’re back at it!!!

Word Count: 2.9K (Not Edited)

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

He can hear you. Both of you. 

There are two pairs of footsteps walking past his door. The lighter, softer ones are recognizable. The heavier ones are not. His eyes narrow at the noise, quickly lowering the volume of the TV. He can hear the rustling of keys overlapping with the sound of muffled talking. Your laugh cuts through the noise, and his head whips to his own door. He’s quick to get up, making his way to the door. He waits a few moments before opening it, casually looking to the left as he steps out. 

You’re standing at your front door, just opening it when you turn to him. Your doe eyes blink at him, a smile on your face and a slight blush. It’s the first time you two have seen each other properly since the incident two and a half weeks ago. He takes the time to drink in the sight of you. You’re wearing a bubble jacket and a pair of jeans. On your head is a beanie with a logo in the front, causing your hair to stick to your face. Over your shoulder is the bookbag you use sometimes when the weather isn’t ideal for your usual tote bag. It’s a refreshing sight. Better than the dream versions that visit him in his sleep. 

The sight quickly sours when his eyes register the boy behind you. He’s young, around your age. A classmate perhaps. He’s tall, but nowhere as tall as Miguel. He’s lanky, all long, thin limbs. Probably doesn't know the difference between barbells and dumbbells. He’s wearing a pair of gray sweats and a black sweater with a coat overtop. He has thick hair, styled to look ‘naturally’ messy. It looks like he got electrocuted. Three times in a row. By lightning. He has his own book bag thrown over his shoulder, and his smile slowly disappears when he looks at Miguel. He steps a little closer to you, a few inches separating his front from your back. The scene looks far too intimate for his liking. He would be considered ‘cute’ or ‘hot’ in a dorky way to any teenage girl. 

The two size each other up. There's no competition.

“Hi, Miguel!” 

Your face makes both of them turn away, looking down at you. You’re smiling wide at Miguel, and he feels way too prideful when you step towards him. He can’t resist the smug look he throws at the boy behind you. His arm reaches out, his fingers grabbing at one of the front pieces of your hair. From over your shoulder he can see the fetus glare at the possessive touch. 

“Hi, mi nena. Who’s this you brought with you, hm?”

His voice is low, intimate in the fact that his words are softened for you. You seem to melt into the tone, your body self-consciously leaning in as you blink up at him. For a second you seem slightly confused, turning around to see the boy. It’s like you forgot he was even there. The boy loses his glare, giving you a small smile. You turn back to Miguel quickly, a slight flush on your cheeks. The attention you give him, even in front of your…guest, makes his heart sing and his cock stir. He’ll have to reward you for it later, when the time is right. 

“Oh! He’s just my classmate, we have to work together on a project.”

Miguel smiles at that. He’s just a classmate. He’s not even considered a friend to you. It’s cute, the way you try to reassure him that nothing is happening between the two of you. But, that doesn’t nullify the fact that your classmate obviously wants to be something more than your project partner. Miguel trusts you completely. What he doesn’t trust is a young, horny boy near you. But he does have to admit, the dejected look on his face when you refer to him as only a classmate pleases something ugly inside of him. 

Miguel’s finger rubs against your cheek before he lets your hair go, his eyes following the way your body shivers slightly at the contact. You stay leaned towards him, and Miguel has to resist the urge to coo down at you. Instead, he reaches both of his hands down towards your waist. Your body seems to melt into his touch, your eyes going dopey as his warmth seeps through the thick denim of your pants. If the two of you didn’t have a guest present and weren’t out in the hall, he would kiss you. Or eat you out against the wall. Whichever one crossed his mind first. He would have enough time for both if you let him indulge. But, again, he would have to save that for another time. Right now, he has to- very reluctantly- return you to your party. 

His arms are quick around your waist as he turns you around, your body stumbling slightly from the speed. You seem confused as you’re now faced with your company, turning your head back to Miguel. You have a slight pout on your face, disappointment spreading as he pushes you forward slightly. You look like you’re about to protest, and as much as he’d love to have you begging for his attention, you have other matters to attend to. Miguel leans down, his breath warming your neck. He can’t resist taking a whiff of your dizzying smell, letting it invade his lungs and travel to his cock for safe keeping. He’ll make use of it later. 

“Go do your work, mami. I’ll see you later, hm?” He whispers, eyes hungirly taking in the way your lips part and  blush spreads across your face. You turn your face to him, a few centimeters separating the two of you. Your eyes hastily fall to his lips before meeting his eyes, muttering out a breathless ‘okay’.

Miguel smirks, opening his mouth to say something else when a rough cough breaks the moment. Both you and Miguel turn your heads, looking at the boy who seems slightly uncomfortable. He eyes the lack of space between the two of you, eyes dropping to where Miguel still grabs your waist. Good, at least now he knows who you belong to. Miguel slowly removes himself from you, and you give an apologetic smile to your guest. You begin to walk towards him, and Miguel lets you walk a step or two away before grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him. 

You bump into his chest with a soft noise, wide eyes looking up at him. Both of your arms are trapped between your body and his, and your breath stutters when he leans down. Miguel keeps his eyes trained to the boy behind you, loving the sour look on his face. 

“I don’t want to hear any funny business. This will not be one of those types of ‘study sessions’, you understand?” Miguel says slowly into your ear, possessiveness seeping in with each word. You open your mouth to say something, but the words get stuck in your throat as you feel something hard pressing against your thigh. Miguel squeezes your wrist, pulling your attention back to where it should be, “Do I make myself clear, chica?”

The airy ‘yes, Miguel’ you practically whimper out will satisfy him for now. He whispers back a ‘sé buena’, letting you go and pulling away. Miguel keeps his eyes on your little frat boy for a few more seconds before he looks down at you. His hand falls to your chest, pushing you back slightly as he turns towards his apartment. You still have this dazed look on your face, and Miguel commits it to memory. Slowly, you turn around looking at your classmate briefly before walking into your apartment. He takes a second to follow you in, instead looking at Miguel with a tightened hold on his bookbag. You call out his name, and he disappears behind your closed door. Miguel scowls at the door before he slips into his own home, leaning against the door. 

His eyes trail down his body to the hard on bulging through his pants. His hands slip through his waistband, palm connecting to the precum beading at his tip. He grits his teeth as he begins to tug at himself, the smell of shampoo and a dazed face running through his head. 

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He sits up on the couch when he hears your door open and close. He stays silent, picking up the sound of a singular pair of footsteps walking away until they’re gone. Miguel waits a few moments before getting up, running a hand through his hair as he makes his way to the door. He doesn’t bother to lock it behind him when he closes it, instead focusing on getting inside of your apartment. He stands in front of it, lifting a hand to knock before stuffing both of his hands into his pocket. He can hear you walking towards the door, and his cock stirs knowing you're all his now. He hears the lock click and a second later you open the door with a confused look on your face. Your expression falls away, mouth parting slightly at the sight of him. He smirks down at you, not needing an invitation before he walks in. 

He lazily looks around, eyes narrowing on the heater panel on the wall. He fucking hates that heater. He turns back to you just as you lock the door and turn to face him. There is a sort of electricity running through the air, and Miguel’s eyes slide down your form half-mast. You’re still wearing your jeans, but now he can see the long sleeve shirt you were wearing under your coat. It isn’t skin tight, but he can still see the outline of your breasts in it. He can feel his cock twitch in his pants as he focuses on the slight swell, but his eyes come back to your face. You look bashful, obviously catching him eye fucking you. Miguel doesn’t feel an ounce of shame, walking up to you slowly. You back up against the door, back hitting the wood. He doesn’t stop advancing until his chest is mere centimeters away from yours. With his close proximity, you’re forced to look up at him, wide eyes blinking cutely up at him. 

It makes his eyes darken, and his hand comes to your face and strokes just under your eye. 

“How was your little study date?” He asks, a dark smile on his face. 

Your lashes flutter rapidly, lips parting, “It wasn’t a-”

Your words die off as Miguel’s other hand presses against your pants. His fingers expertly undo the button, and soft unzipping comes after. You try to look down, but Miguel’s hand around your face grabs your chin and keeps you looking up at him. Your chest brushes against him with every breath you take. Your eyes are glazed over, and that dazed look paints your face again. Miguel’s thumb plays with your bottom lip, his smirk dropping slightly. 

“I asked you a question. Are you gonna answer it?”

“I-” you stutter out, thighs pressing together. You can feel a wetness filling your panties and your cheeks flush. “It wasn’t a date.”

Your voice is soft as you confess it, and Miguel finally coos at you. His smile comes back, still condescending. He hums in thought, hands falling to your hips. Slowly, he begins to descend to the floor, “Yeah? Why don’t you tell me about what you did and I’ll decide for myself.”

You stutter out another response as you watch him, thighs almost crossing over the other to relieve the ache in between them. His thumbs stroke just under the waistband of your jeans, his fingers hooking into the belt loops as he begins to drag the denim down your legs. Your mouth parts as he looks up at you, but no words escape. He shakes his head with a chuckle, parting your thighs once your pants pool at your feet. He leans forward, and you yelp as he presses his nose against your panties. Your hands fly to his hair, whimpering out as he groans. He can feel your damp arousal through your soaked panties, and the smell of it is intoxicating. He can’t resist the urge to lick at it through the fabric. 

“Miguel!” You gasp out, eyes wide as you look down at him. His pupils are blown wide as he moves your panties to the side, coming face to face with your naked cunt. 

Your clit pokes out to greet him, and there is a soft glistening around your folds. All for him. He curses at the sight, his tongue lapping at the small bud. It causes you to shriek, hands tightening in his hair. Miguel smirks at the noise, pulling away from your addictive pussy for a few minutes. 

“I don’t hear much talking from you, nena.”

You choke on your breath as he licks at you again, lips falling open. Your sentences are stuttering, incomplete babbles, mind getting lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. You’re saying something about researching and some dead poet, but Miguel doesn’t really care. Your head leans back against the door as he slurps at you, his tongue flicking against your swollen bud and teasing your folds. You cry out his name again when his tongue pokes at your entrance, catching the arousal that dribbles out. His hand comes to the back of your thigh, lifting it over his shoulder as he sucks on you. You let out a loud moan as his tongue slides inside of you. 

The groan he lets out vibrates against your whole body, and he gets drunk on the taste of you. His tongue explores your wet walls, moaning whenever they contract around the slippery muscle. He can feel the arousal on his face, and he tries to bury himself deeper into your cunt. You can’t help the high-pitched noise that leaves your mouth as his nose bumps repeatedly against your clit, stimulating you to the point that your legs feel like jelly. You can feel your leg buckle from under you, and the only thing keeping you up is Miguel’s head pressing your lower body against the door. 

Your hips buck into his face as he switches between tongue-fucking your hole and sucking on your clit. Your pussy pulses against his mouth, and you can’t help the grinding you do as you use your hold on his hair to move his face against you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lets you guide him, his groans vibrating against you. Some whines and whimpers leave your mouth, a hot ball forming in your stomach. 

“Miguel, I’m… please,” You cry out, making Miguel chuckle against you. 

His movements speed up, tongue lavishing you like a man starved. His eyes are hazy as they look up at you, watching your twisted face. Your mouth falls open, hiccuped noises leaving you until your entire body tenses. You cry out loudly, head pressing deeper into the wood of your door as you release. Miguel moans against you, eyes closing as he greedily laps at you for a taste of your sweet cum. Your chest heaves like crazy, and your lower body jolts from the overstimulation his tongue is giving you. Your hands weakly try to push his head away, and he whines disapprovingly against you before he submits to your silent order. 

Your face flushes as you look down at him, his chin glistening with spit and your arousal. You feel yourself pulse when he licks his lips, collecting the remaining juices there with a moan. Your body goes slack against the door, and Miguel gently eases your leg off his shoulder. Your hands fall to his shoulders, using him as a way to keep you up as his hand places your panties back into their place. The wetness still coating your underwear is slightly uncomfortable, but you quickly forget it when Miguel comes face to face with you again. His face is still shiny, but that hunger in his eyes seems satisfied for now. 

“Don’t think I like that boy around you,” He comments, eyes scanning your face. Your body jolts when his thumb presses into your clit, making you gasp. “And don’t think for a second he can make you feel the way I just did.”

You’re left speechless again, only capable of staring up at him and nodding numbly. He leans down and kisses you quickly, a thin coat of the sticky remains of your own arousal coating your lips as he pulls away. He moves you slightly, your body pressing against his chest as he opens your apartment door. He’s quick to turn the two of you around, not wanting anyone to see you in your underwear and post-orgasm daze. His mouth falls to the top of your head, planting a kiss to your hair. He pulls away from you as he goes out in the hall, leaving you standing inside your apartment. 

“Don’t bring anymore boys home, cariño” He calls out teasingly, that smirk still on his face as he closes the door behind him. 

You blink at your door, confused on how he left so casually. You look down at your jeans on the floor, slowly picking them up and holding them to your chest. 

Why does he always leave?

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the girl next door 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

Even if the work is a lot and at times tedious, you’re grateful for the excuse to stay inside. As you hole yourself inside the house and tidy the messes, big and small, you can hear the conversations out the walls, wafting in through open windows. It’s as content as your mother’s been in the last few years. Steve is nice enough and he doesn’t have that same snooty lean as the other suburbanites.

As you mop, you think of how he mentioned the city. You wonder what it was like. Before your grandma passed, you and your mom lived in a walk-up in a small town. Everyone there knew your names too and reviled it just the same. You never mean any harm but wherever you go, you seem to inspire spite.

Dishes, floor, walls, dusting, errant cobwebs, clutter...

You work until your mother comes in, swinging the door violently as she drags herself inside. You go to help her and she swats you away. You retreat and she finds her way to the recliner. You shut the door and lock it.

“Wonderful man,” she groans as she lays her head back and tilts the chair, extending the footrest, “don’t make ‘em like that anymore. He’s the sort I shoulda picked.” She closes her eyes and gives a wry hum, “’specially over your dad.”

You don’t say a word. She only mentions your father to remind you of that half of you she hates. You gather up the clothes on the couch into a basket. The laundry will have you up late. Your own fault; you should’ve done this all a lot sooner.

“Should I start dinner?” You ask.

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood for burnt chicken,” she scoffs meanly.

“I could do mac and cheese,” you offer.

“I’m teasing ya. Jeez, you got no sense of humour,” she sighs dreamily, “not like Steve. Such a charming man.”

You pass through the kitchen and descend to the basement to fill the washer. You add soap and twist the knob. You leave the basket on the lid and head back up. You peruse the fridge as you ponder what to make. Mac and cheese would be easiest.

You get started and the TV blips on in the next room. The audio helps chase away the tension. You leave the water to boil and lean on the archway that looks into the front room.

“Um, mom, what should I make tomorrow? For uh, dinner? With... him?”

“Well, don’t sound so damn excited,” she sits up, “whatsa matter with you? The nice man wants to come see us, unlike the rest of these snobs. My own sister won’t come through that door.” She snorts and shakes her head, “you can go to the store tomorrow and grab something nice. I don’t want ya serving that man starchy potatoes. Down at the fancy store, they got those premade meals.”

“Those are expensive,” you remark.

“And? You get your stipend, you don’t gotta be leeching off of me,” she snips.

“Um, yes, I know, I wasn’t--”

“God, look at that,” her eyes flick up to the ceiling, goddamn dusty, it’s a wonder I can breathe.”

You look up and see what she means. There’s a layer of dusty on the ceiling fan as it turns lazily on its lowest setting.

“I’ll get it--”

“Better. You’re not gonna embarrass me tomorrow. I’d be better off if you stay in your room,” she tuts.

“If you want--”

“No, you come out and say hi. Don’t be rude. You know I did try to teach you manners. You just never spoke enough to use them.”

You frown and look down meekly. She’s not wrong. You turn and go to grab the duster. You don’t think tomorrow is going to be any different than any other.

🏠

The next morning, go out to the grocery store to grab the meal for that evening. As you return, you linger at the end of the street. You can see Steve on his lawn. You wait for him to go inside before you drive up and pull into the driveway.

You carry the bags inside with your sights set on the house and nothing else. Inside, you put down your haul on the counter and put each item away, one at a time. Your mother is in the bathroom, chirping out a song out of key.

“God dammit,” she snarls, “I can’t find my red lipstick,” she rattles through her bin of makeup. She doesn’t wear it very often. “Get in here.”

Before you can pass the open door, her demand pulls you back. You enter as she sits on a stool in front of the mirror. She shoves the bin away and grumbles.

“Here,” she holds out a pair of tweezers with a tremble, “damn brows are unruly.”

You nod and step closer. You press a hand gently to her forehead and pluck out the stray hairs, shaping them as best you can.

“Don’t forget my lip,” she huffs hot breath onto you. “Don’t think he’ll like the tickle.”

She chuckles to herself. You don’t get it. You finish and step back, holding up the hand mirror for her. She shrugs.

“Get me some of that moisturizer,” she points unsteadily to the shelf above the toilet. You do as she says. “Mm,” she grumbles as you face her again, “not wearing that, are ya?”

You look down. The loose tee shirt with butterflies on it and the faded jeans are a bit plain. You tug on the hem and raise your head.

“You got a dress somewhere in there,” she shakes her head as she flips the cap up on the bottle after three tries. “I bought you some nice ones and you never put them one.”

“Uh, okay, yeah, I’ll check,” you promise. “Need help?”

You reach for the bottle and she keeps it out of your reach. You back up and leave her. You can sense her agitation growing.

You cross the hall to your bedroom and go to the closet. You slide the door open and sift through the contents hung from the bar. There’s a dress. A pink polka dot dress she got you in high school. Nothing special; a bargain bin cotton a-line with thin straps.

You take it out and examine it. That was the only dance you went to. You got stood up by the boy who asked you. You realise now it was only ever a joke at your expense.

You undress by your bed and put the dress on. It’s tight. Maybe it’s shrunk or maybe you’ve gotten bigger. You didn’t think your chest had grown that much since high school but it’s bulging out and your thighs feel a bit too exposed. You go into the hall and back into the bathroom. You shift the door as you mother works as spreading the eye cream above her cheekbones.

You look at your reflection and cringe. You turn to your mom.

“It’s too small,” you say to her.

She peers over with a scowl. She looks you up and down and drops the tube of cream. She shakes her head.

“Put a sweater over it,” she sneers, “it’s fine.”

“Right, uh, okay,” you agree and swallow. Even with a sweater, you don’t know. The skirt won’t be any longer.

“Would ya stop crowding me?” She shoos you tersely.

You push the door back against the wall and slip out of the bathroom. You head back to your bedroom and pick out a grey cardigan. It has no buttons but it’s at least as long as the dress. It’s better than feeling so exposed.

You hardly think it will matter. You already feel like a third wheel. Steve didn’t exactly spend hours talking to you and your mother as much as said you are collateral. They’re both just putting up with you because you’re there.

You run your hands over your face and hair. Can't dress that up. You pout at your reflection. You wish you could iust hide on your room and draw.

You look over at your sketchbook and cross the room. You sit on your bed and slide the folding table close. You open the pages and pick up the pencil. You straighten the page you tore from the old home and garden magazine and copy the shape of the amaryllis petals.

You can forget a little longer until real life wakes you up.

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[shokiren]

chapter 2: someone's got a crush!

a/n: this is HORRIBLE but here <3 i wrote this in the middle of the night so pls cut me some slack lmaoao NOT PROOFREAD‼️‼️but idt theres any mistake since i js looked thru it real quick <3 but tell me if u find any

you swear you're gonna rip your ears off.

you're not able to sleep after a tiring day, all because of your neighbour. not exactly because of him-- his loud friends.

various loud voices ring throughout your quite apartment through the thin walls that seperate your house from isagi, your neighbour. you can only huff in silence as you sit up and groan.

you decide that you're gonna tell them to quiet down a bit.

you get out of your oh-so comfortable bed and slip on the fuzzy slippers your cousin had gifted you on your birthday, claiming they were the comfiest thing she had ever worn-- she's definitely right.

after wearing your slippers, you quietly make your way to the front door, unlock it and walk towards isagi's front door.

you raise your hand and,

you knock once, no answer.

twice, no answer.

thrice, no an–

the familiar face of your pretty neighbour greets you, his stature towering yours. his features are highlighted because of the warm lighting. he gives you a smile and asks,

"is something wrong?"

you break out of your train of thought and correct your posture, "oh-- no, no, i was just wondering if you guys could, you know, lower–", before you could continue, you hear a cheery voice from inside.

"guys! it's that pretty neighbour isagi was yapping 'bout!", a fairly tall man with purple hair tied back chimes in, not caring to lower his voice for his friend's own good.

when you look back at isagi, he looks like he'd just lost million dollars.

"i'm sorry, i don't know what he's talking about– i'll tell them to keep it down.", and with that, he shuts the door in your face.

you flinch a bit but then smile to yourself softly.

he talks about me?

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