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[rasp-my-berry]

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[rasp-my-berry]

a summer glowup // klitz x chubby reader

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

ok i've decided to make this a chubby reader AND set in modern tech era bc really not much would change and i prefer to write about that which i understand better yk 🙄i think this is part one??? might make a second part maybe not idk 😵 also i did not proofread this leave me alone 😭😭😭

"i want him in me so bad you guys you don't get it i want him IN MEEEESSNSNS" your story read. you giggled as you typed it and finally posted it. you loved to just post whatever came to mind, whenever. you loved getting reactions out of those that follow you, sometimes forgetting that people you respect follow you and see the shit you post.

your favorite part about posting these things though, was the reactions you would get from your friends. they always had something to say.

eli would usually say something equally as horny. matt would usually say something about how you should really keep those thoughts to yourself and how disgusting you are. he's just joking though... you hope. but klitz? he would always take any opportunity he could to flirt and tease you. it only took a few minutes before the tripod's responses came rolling in.

“just let me be inside you y/n just one chance plsssss 😫😫😫" eli responded.

“STOP THIS. ENOUGH. SEEK THERAPY" was matt's response.

klitz's was the only one to actually make you giggle out loud though. "yk you could just tell me instead of posting about me 🙄🙄"

you began responding to all of them. first to eli. "yk i'm in a committed relationship w my pink dildo eli don't be silly 🙄"

next was matt. "unless ur willing to pay, it won't be happening"

and finally klitz. "ur right klitzy bitzy boo babe, i'll start keeping our sex life a secret dw 💕💕"

you turned your phone off with a dreamy sigh, holding your whale plushie close to your chest as you squeezed your eyes shut. you hoped and wished with all your heart that one day all the flirting with klitz wouldn't have to be just that. that one day you may be able to just kiss him and buy him flowers and get freaky or whatever. but unfortunately, this summer, it wouldn't be happening.

this summer vacation was going to be spent out of state with you favorite aunt. she invited you over and insisted on having you stay, saying the much needed girl time was well overdue for the both of you. the tripod was disappointed to hear you wouldn't be able to spend everyday going on dumb adventures with them but made you promise to do group calls when you could.

you agreed, of course. you didn't know what you would do without being able to contact them. you'd already scheduled your first 3 calls, all of you promising to reserve those times for the calls.

a soft noise from your phone brought you back to reality. it was klitz. he always responds the fastest, unless he's asleep of course. if you wanted to get a hold of him while he's sleeping you knew to call.

“good. i don't want the whole school to know how much raw, hot, crazy sex we have 😖" he responded.

“we both know you don't care about that part. you just don't want them to know i peg you every thursday and turn you into a whining bitch in heat for me huh"

he read the message instantly and it took a while for him to start typing.

“you're absolutely right ☹️ once they find out ur into that shit they'd all start lining up and i wouldn't have you all to myself 😞" he said.

giggling, you began typing up your next response. "i hardly think that'll be the outcome. nobody wants me 💔🕸🕷⛓🥀" and you followed up with another text. "fr tho most of the guys at school couldn't handle me 🙄 i'm too big 💕"

he didn't read it for a few seconds and in that downtime you began texting your best friend. "EEEEE KLITZY RESPONDED TO MY STORY AGAIN 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭"

she responded almost instantly, a string of texts coming from her.

“BITCH

HES TOTALLY INTO YOU

THINK ABOUT IT

HE TEXTS YOU ALL THE TIME

ALWAYS RESPONDS TO YOUR SHIT

BLUSHES WHEN YOU TOUCH HIM

PRACTICALLY MOANS, EVEN

THE GUY IS PRACTICALLY YOURS ALREADY 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥"

you rolled your eyes with a smile. this is gonna be a long night.

~

while you were arguing with your bestie about whether or not klitz was into you, the tripod was at eli's home, having an equally as ridiculous conversation.

“she totally wants me. she wants me balls deep so badly." eli said in relation to your posts, scrolling on his phone.

“ELI-" matt started.

klitz cut him off. "she's not into bozo virgins like you, dickwad!"

“oh, right, i forgot shes madly in love with you. and how do you know i'm a virgin?!" eli defended, rolling his eyes.

klitz pointed to a pile of socks laying by the side of eli's bed, the pile looking as though he hadn't even tried hiding it properly. "there are literal CUM SOCKS, ELI, ON THE FLOOR-"

“shits radioactive at this point. generations on those socks, man.." matt muttered.

eli groaned. "those are NOT cum socks!! lemme prove it to you fools!!"

he waltzed over to the side of his bed from the gaming chair he was previously sat in and grabbed one of the socks, instantly dropping it and gagging out of disgust. the sock was literally rock hard and as it fell on the hardwood floor, it CLATTERED. ACTUALLY CLATTERED.

the three boys continued the gag for a moment following.

“that's actually disgusting-" klitz finally managed.

matt couldn't even breathe properly yet, still reeling from the sound the sock made. eli was beyond embarrassed, pushing the socks further under the bed with his foot, the socks making an awful scraping noise as he did so. he cringed.

“PLEASE DONT TELL Y/N" he shouted, dropping to his knees.

klitz laughed. "oh come on, it's not like she would be surprised to hear you've got a pile of rock solid cum socks."

“can we PLEASE move on from this subject—" matt gagged again. "and do your fuckin' laundry eli!"

~

the next day at school, you walked in with your best friend, chatting and giggling as you walked the halls u til you parted ways to get to your first classes. spotting the tripod from a distance, you walked over.

“hey boys!" you smiled, waving shyly at them as you walked over. the boys looked over and began walking to meet you halfway. seeing you again after the long weekend, they felt nervous again. they never imagined a girl would be a part of their group. especially one as pretty as you.

they always imagined they'd be known as the group of the most pathetic virgin boys, never even feeling the touch of a woman. but then they met you, and you changed everything. they never thought you'd have gravitated to a group like theirs, when your looks could easily get you in with the big dogs.

“hey, y/n" matt waved with a small smile.

“y/n!!!" eli cheered, smiling wide. "how is my fav virgin slut!!"

you quickly shushed him with wide eyes and a smile. "eli!! not so loud!" you turned to klitz, deciding to tease "hey klitzy bitzy! how's my baefy?"

he blushed and stuttered. "i.. i told you not to use that name in front of them-"

“KLITZY BITZY????!" eli wheezed. "NO WAY YOU LET HER CALL YOU THAT-"

matt did his best to hide his laughter, holding a hand out in front of his mouth. the blush on klitz's face only depends and he scratched his cheek awkwardly.

“it's not that serious, dude. it's just a stupid nickname.." he tried to defend himself.

you giggled. "don't tease him all day, boys. that's my job. i'll see you guys at lunch!"

~

it was a month later from that interaction and there was a lot of tears. the last day of the school year, and your last day with the three boys and your best friends before your trip out of state to be with your aunt for the summer. it was mostly eli crying, actually. and your best friend just shed one tear and encouraged you to have a good time and scope out cute boys for her.

klitz looked stiff and awkward. his face was sad but he didn’t know how to communicate that. matt just seemed too embarrassed by eli’s overdramatic sobbing.

“lemme hit just one time before you go y/n!!! just once!!” he begged, falling to his knees.

klitz rolled his eyes and shoved eli. “i’ve already reserved the night for myself, you rabid animal. go fuck your pillow or something.”

your face burned in embarrassment. “oh, klitzy.. i thought you wanted our sex life to be a secret.” you bat your eyelashes.

he had to clear his throat and look away from you. “oh, right. i forgot for a second there.” he pushed his glasses up nervously.

“hey, klitz?” you asked under your breath, stepping closer.

eli and matt were talking with your best friend and arguing about something dumb so you took the chance to say something to klitz in a somewhat private fashion.

“hm?” he hummed.

you grabbed his clammy hand, ignoring the way you could feel heat creeping up your neck and to your face. “can you promise me you won’t go out with any other girls this summer, alright?”

he paused for a moment. he didn’t even know what to say. what did you mean by that? was it because you wanted him to still be available when you got back? did that mean you liked him? you? the prettiest girl he’s ever interacted with in his life? no way. this had to be a dream.

“anything for you.” he stuttered, instantly cringing at his corny ass response.

you smiled at that and nodded your head. “good. i’ll see you in august.”

“…see you in august.” he sighed. you had already turned away and started walking home. he started biting the inside of his cheek, feeling embarrassed by how upset he was that he wouldn’t be seeing you over the summer. embarrassed by how much he was gonna miss you.

~

august came quicker than expected. over the summer, you group called the boys at least twice a week. each time it seemed you had so much to tell them, some new, exciting thing you did. the boys felt so left out, wishing they could have half as much fun as you were.

the first time they saw you, their jaws literally dropped. you had changed entirely, and only in a matter of a few weeks. you walked through the doors of the school and started finding your way to them. your hair was bouncing with each step, and the bracelets on your write jingled as you moved. you were wearing low rise pants that flared at your calves, a hot pink top that was cropped maybe a little too much for dress code, chunky sandals that tied the whole ensemble together, and a juicy couture bag slung over your shoulder. you were the definition of a dream in klitz’s eyes.

he watched the way the skin of your stomach rippled with each step, the way your breasts bounced deliciously, the way you were just oozing confidence he had never seen from you before. he felt his heartbeat pick up and he had to force himself to look away.

but then he looked back and he noticed more. the way your skin of your hips bubbled over the edge of your pants, the way you were smiling at the sight of the boys and rolling your eyes at any of the boys who used to tease you suddenly taking an interest in you.

“KLITZYYY!! ELI!! MATTY!!!” you shouted, picking up the pace and running to the boys.

klitz gulped loudly, swallowing a lump in his throat as he watched the way your body moved with your actions. he’d never seen you this way before. you always wore baggy clothes, hiding yourself. he knew you were a little insecure about showing your body in a world that only appreciated pornstar skinny bodies, but he’d never imagined you looked THIS good.

he just knew he’d be spending the night imagining you again, only this time he’d actually have something to go off of. he instantly felt guilty about that thought and shook his head. fuck. you’re his friend. his friend he flirted with on a regular basis. his friend he was extremely attracted to. god.

eli started running to meet you halfway and caught you in a hug. “Y/NNN!!” he picked you up and twirled you, making you squeal out of excitement.

“eli!! i missed you!!” you smiled, hugging back tightly. “how was your summer???”

he instantly started filling you in on all the things they did over the summer while klitz and matt continued walking over. klitz seemed nervous. he was visibly shaking and looking around. matt seemed happy, but did a good job keeping his cool unlike his two friends.

“klitzy!!” you smiled once he was close enough, instantly pulling him in to a tight hug. he wrapped his arms around your waist, bending down slightly so you didn’t have to stand on your toes to hug him comfortably. he could smell your perfume and took a deep breath, holding you closer, feeling your body against his-

you kissed his cheek. “i missed you!” you smiled. “oh, whoops, i left some lipstick on your cheek—“

“LEAVE IT!” eli shrieked. “leave it!! i’m getting the sense him having lipstick on his cheek will attract good attention.”

“yea, well i’m getting the sense he’s gonna look like a bozo idiot ratio all day if he leaves it.” matt said.

“i’ve got a makeup wipe right here, don’t even worry babe.” you smiled, pulling one out of the little packet and wiping his cheek clean.

his breath was shaky. “babe?”

“whoopsie, just let that one slip there, huh? yknow, sometimes i really just don’t think before i speak. i’ve been meaning to work on that!!”

“don’t worry about it..” he trailed off, his head feeling fuzzy. you just called him babe. even if you didn’t mean it..

you smiled up at him. “can we talk?” you turned to eli and matt, giving them a look that clearly meant you wanted some privacy.

matt easily took the hint and had to drag an oblivious eli away while he was shouting about not getting the chance to fully catch up with you.

once they were finally gone, you took a shaky breath, adjusting your bracelets. “so… any girls over the summer?” you started.

he chuckled. “i promised i wouldn’t, didn’t i?”

you smiled, chewing your gum at a quicker pace now, as if the speed matched your emotions. his eyes flicked down to your lips, noticing the glittery tinted gloss on your lips and god did your lips always look so kissable? had it just been the distance and the time away that made him feel this way?

he couldn’t care less. he just wanted to kiss you.

“well, the only reason i asked that if you wa-“

he couldn’t take it anymore. “can i, please, kiss you?” he stuttered, cutting you off.

your eyes widened, and you nodded your head frantically. he reached a hand out, cupping your cheek and pulling you in, tilting his head down to meet you halfway.

when your lips met, you swore you felt thousands of butterflies flap their wings in an instant. you giggled, pulling away.

“wanna hang out after school?” you asked.

he didn’t even say anything, he just nodded his head quickly. you giggled.

“good. because i’ve got a few ideas on what we could do.” you winked.

[rasp-my-berry]

livestream // the riddler (paul dano) x reader nsfw

just to be clear i hardly ever proofread my shitty fics so if there are typos,, ignore them 😍 anyways the riddler brainrot finally got to me. danonation gained another whore 😔 anyways yea this is embarrassing but 💅 yea, only thing worth mentioning is the reader is afab

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he was going live again. not that you were watching your phone waiting for the little ping that notified you of the start to every livestream of his, of course, that would be ridiculous. no, you weren't that into him. you don't even know who he is.

you don't even know who he is underneath the mask. you don't know what shape his lips take, if he has any facial hair, any freckles or dimples, anything. you only know those striking blue eyes of his and clear frames surrounding.

but you can't deny that the way he talks definitely has an effect on you. you can't deny the fact that you've laid in bed, imagining what he may sound like without the mask, maybe even while being muffled by your thighs.

you shook your head, tapping on the banner notification and opening the livestream. you wouldn't allow that train of thoughts to keep going down the path it was destined to go down. this time you actually wanted to listen to him.

you knew he was a killer. you knew he had a screwed perception of the world, but there was something about him that intrigued you so. you should've never gone searching for the site he does his livestreams on in the first place, but you couldn't help yourself. that first time you heard his voice, the heavy breathing, the absolute and sheer confidence in every word... it was still embarrassing to admit, even to yourself.

you were practically in heat, that day. an excuse, of course. but really, could you blame yourself? hell no. every time you watch any one of his livestreams, you always manage to end up with both hands stuffed down your panties and your legs spread wide like a common whore. but after doing that several times, you decided you wanted to actually listen in on what he had to say. maybe he'd be an interesting case to follow along and study for fun. even thought that really shouldn't be fun.

you hadn't checked the name he'd given the livestream when you tapped your phone screen, your one-track-mind instantly taking over once you saw the notification. that's why you were surprised to see that the riddler was sitting in this video, the angle unusually low for him. usually he held his phone during the stream, the angle higher up or closer to his face. this time it seemed as though his phone was propped up on a desk or something of the sort. he was sitting in what looked like a gaming chair, the angle showing just a few inches of his clothed thighs.

your mouth watered at the thought of seeing beneath the clothes but you quickly reprimanded yourself. he was already breathing heavily, from the mask you assumed. purple hearts filled the screen and the chat was beginning to flood with people wondering what was going on, the change in demeanor piquing curiosity.

he leaned forward toward the desk, his chair squealing as he did so. his eyes focused in on the camera and it was silent for a few moments.

"as you all know, these past few days have beennnnnn... busyyy." he breathed. "as easily as all this seemed to come together for those of you watching and following and supporting, it's not. gathering intel and the like.. it takes time and patience, which is wearing thin now."

he paused for a moment, his hands falling into his lap. you had no idea what he was talking about. you never really listened well enough to know what his plan was. but his hands in his lap... so close to his pelvic region... your mouth watered at the thoughts running rampant in your mind. control yourself.

you ran a hand down the side of your face, sighing and cursing yourself for the practically permanent state of horny you were in for this man. he spoke again.

“i figured today would be a good day for a… release.. of some of that pent up frustration.” you could practically hear his grin.

he started by just palming his dick through his pants, his breathing getting heavier with each movement. your breath hitched in your throat and you crossed your legs, trying to rationalize this whole thing with yourself. there’s no way this is actually happening.

he moaned, actually moaned, and that was it for you. you didn’t care if this was some hallucination or daydream or whatever. this is top notch masturbation material and you’ll be damned if you let it go to waste.

getting comfortable on your bed, you removed some of the pesky layers of clothes in the way. you moved as quickly as you could, not wanting to miss a single moment of the livestream. picking up your phone again, you bit your lip. were you really gonna do this?

yeah.

before you knew it, his dick was out and your free hand was between your legs, your hips rolling up to meet your hand for more of that sweet, sweet friction. he had only one hand around his dick, the other holding his head up from the arm rest on the gaming chair.

he was moaning more consistently now, hardly letting up. and by god, did he sound just as you had dreamed. this was literally a dream come true for you. you shut your eyes for a moment, trying to focus on yourself while he did the same.

“ah-!” he moaned, his hips stuttering upward into his fist. you couldn’t help it, it was almost as if he were doing this in your room with you. you moaned with him, like a fucking animal in heat. your fingers were going faster, focusing on your clit for a few seconds.

forcing yourself to stop, you slowed your pace and slowly sank two fingers in. you sucked in a deep breath between your teeth and moaned again. his moans were getting louder, and louder, and LOUDER. this was practically unbearable.

you whined, feeling yourself teetering on the edge. you wanted to use both hands desperately, but you really wanted to watch him too. to watch him unravel, to watch the way his body would spasm and writhe with pleasure as he cums. you couldn’t put your phone down now. no way, no how.

he could hardly control himself now. his breathing was entirely too heavy for him to have that mask on, and his hips were rolling erratically into his fist. his chair creaked with every movement but you couldn’t even be bothered.

he moaned loud, so loud that it was practically yelling. you could tell he was close. and you were, too.

suddenly, white ropes shot from his dick, some landing on his desk, and some landing on his jacket. your orgasm followed not soon after, your vision blurring and a ringing filling your head. you couldn’t see or hear properly for a good 15 seconds.

your fingers were pruned up, and the insides of your thighs were wet with the mess you had made of yourself. you tried to catch your breath, but something he had said caught your attention.

he whimpered a name, still fucking his sensitive dick into his right fist. his hips jerked, and the name fell from his lips again. but it wasn’t just any name. it wasn’t jealousy that had made you pay attention to what he was saying.

it was fear. it was your name he whimpered.