#Awkward

[vickydean]

omg yessss. this show was wacked, i’m horrified at how much i laughed

Matthew McNulty as Vincent & Taylor Carter in Honest

[megahorous]

Um Jammer Lammy gets to be a charming hostess for her FRIENDS ❤️

[sweetangelssworld]

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Something, something can I have a prompt list that’s smth like this:

“Can I kiss you?”

“Im Sorry, wHAT!?” /pos

That might be a bit too vague so erm… a prompt list for like awkward fluffy confessions 🙏🙏

(I low-key don’t know how to ask stuff sorry chat)

Just fyi for everyone, since you said that you are not sure how to ask stuff. There is a guide on how to ask in my bio and one thing that just makes me a bit more happy when answering an ask is a short Hi! at the beginning. Doesn't need more, just makes me happy, since I'm spending quite some time on these asks. But like I said, just cause you said you're unsure about how to ask.

Here are your confessions:

Awkward Fluffy Confessions

"So... really long story short... I like you. Maybe?"

"I like you. If that's ok with you, of course."

"You like me? No, it's not weird! I do it too. Liking me. No, I mean liking you!"

"If I would tell you that I love you, would that scare you away or could we talk about it?"

"This is absolutely not how I wanted to tell you."

"I'm sorry to make this so awkward, I just never felt like this about anyone else before."

"Wait, this is coming out all wrong. I just like you. A lot. That is all I wanted to say."

"It's not anyone else, it is you. The one I... that I like. I like you."

"Not to make this awkward, but there is something I can't keep to myself any longer."

"Liking you has been very easy, I realized."

"Do you think, maybe, that you could feel the same about me?"

"Please, tell me if I should just shut up and maybe even leave, but I have to get this off my chest."

More: Love Confessions

I hope you like them!

- Jana

[little-autistic-guy]

I become the awkward little guy in the corner of the room hiding in his phone. 😅

[mfxoxo]

He's so nerdy and awkward, gOd it makes him even hotter

[oobbbear]

Let’s play a game

I have 2 blank oc here with nothing but the base design

Comment or reblog to give them name / height / what they do / their relationship / likes / dislikes / basically anything you can think of

I’ll randomize the responses and piece out a final design and story

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your OTP like this

[megalomaniacz]

nsfw umm

toxic!sevika getting you drunk because she swears she’ll be able to kiss your g spot if you’re relaxed and not crying about how big she is so ur just drunkenly taking her entire cock and she’s bottoming out into your cunt and it hurts so good :( no? oh my bad i didn’t mean that um….

[theotherendcomics]

[muwapsturniolo]

Preheat the oven 🎛️ C. Sturniolo

"what temperature is the oven?"

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD, cringy kinda, awkward shit, second hand embarrassment, foreplay, fingering, sex is mentioned but actual penetration does not happen.

You were dry, dryer than the Nevada desserts on a summer day.

It wasn’t your mouth that was dry, it wasn't your skin, - your vagina was dried up like herbs, parsley if you will.

You thought he knew what he was doing, he talked big game, going on and on about the multiple girls he slept with and made squirt.

It was obvious he was lying.

He was already trying to whip his dick out and fuck you with no type of foreplay and you weren't having it.

"Ok ok stop!" You finally say, pulling back from the sloppy and a bit overwhelming kiss. He wasn't a horrible kisser, he just used too much tongue and you swear you could taste the Shepards pie on his breath. He looks at you breathlessly, an eyebrow raised in confusion. You could tell he was lost, not understanding why you stopped him from going further.

"What? What’s wrong?" He questions, his breathing ragged and brows furrowed. You open your mouth but no words come out.

How were you suppose to tell him you weren't turned on?

"This...This isn’t working..."

Was that too mean?

"What do you mean? Do you want to stop?"

You sigh and slowly but gently push him back, using your elbows to push yourself up.

"No I just...-" you huff in frustration. There's really no other way to say this besides being honest and blunt about it.

"I’m not turned on."

It's comical the way he blinks, almost looking like Mr. Krabs.

"You’re....You’re not turned on? Why?"

Now it’s your turn to blink like a SpongeBob character. You swear if you listened hard enough, you could hear the wet-cartoon “plink” sound.

He couldn’t be this serious and oblivious…right?

The look on his face tells you otherwise.

"Because you’re not doing foreplay!" You exclaim, moving to stand up and grab your things. He stops you, grabbing your arm and gently holding you in place.

"What do you mean I’m not doing foreplay? We were making out for what seemed like hours!"

"It was 3 minutes, don’t be dramatic. And you immediately tried to shove your dick in me after those 3 minutes. I'm dry as fuck and need some type of foreplay Chris! You have to preheat the oven! Do you even know what you're doing?''

He glares before rubbing over his face in frustration.

He knew you were right, this wasn’t exactly the first time he's heard this complaint, but the others were at least a bit nicer.

"Fine...we'll do some foreplay. Just tell me what you want."

You give him a disinterested look, scoffing in response.

"Hey, do you want to fuck or not? If I remember correctly, you were the one that came on to me."

You grumble in frustration knowing he was right. You did come on to him, who wouldn't? He was attractive and knew how to sweet talk.

With a roll of your eyes, you lay back down on the bed, pulling him on top of you.

"Just...just kiss me and act like im your girl friend or something, like you actually care."

It seems like he understands your directions, immediately pressing his lips against yours. His hands grips at your hip, squeezing them softly.

The harshness that once was is long gone, this kiss more delicate and making you want more. He begins to grind against you, the bulge in his pants pressing harshly against your clothed center. You buck your hips, the feeling of the slight stimulation feeling too good.

He smirks into the kiss and trails his hands upward towards your chest, fondling your breasts through the thin material of your tanktop. You couldn't help but gasp as he tweaks at your nipples, the tingles going straight to your core.

You could feel yourself getting wet, but you needed more.

With that, you quickly take off your shirt, your actions giving him a clear indication of what you want and need.

He trails his sloppy but thought out kisses down your jaw and to your chest, his lips wrapping around your hard nipples. He gently sucks at them, his teeth light as he nibbles.

Whines and soft pants escape your mouth, the bucking of your hips growing more evident - It was clear you were now the eager one.

With a wet pop he pulls away from your breasts, looking up at you with a knowing smirk.

"What temperature is the oven?"

"199 degrees. Shut up and keep going. "

He attaches his mouth back to your hardened nipple immediately, but he adds something to the mixture. He snakes his hand down between the both of you, working at the tie on your sweatpants. He soon pushes his hands down your pants, his fingers swirling around your clothed clit.

"300," You whimper out, your legs spreading giving him better acess.

He hums and continues circling your clit, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn't want you cumming just yet, although you would be more sensitive if you did experience an orgasm like this.

"50 more degress," he says just as he slides two of his fingers into your clenching hole. He smirks against your chest as your back arches slightly, his fingers plunging in and out of you at a drastic pace.

This was it, this is what you needed.

He only needed a little guidance, a small push in the right direction.

You moan loudly as he curls his fingers and bites down on your nipples at the same time, an orgasm you weren't expecting approaching quickly.

"Fuck! Chris wai-" you cut yourself off, throwing your head back as you try to clench your thighs together, but you fail, his broad body preventing you from doing so.

"Come on pretty girl, let go. Get us to 350." He urges, not slowing down his pace at all.

Your eyes roll back just before you clench them shut, his fingers curling right against that special spot that has you creaming around his long and nimble fingers.

You breathe harshly as you open your eyes, looking up at him with a dazed expression.

"Preheating is done, looks like it's time for the real thing,"

[4gifs]

Awkward baseball situation

[lazyyogi]

Awkwardness is natural when you don’t fit into the choreography of the consensus.

Meet awkwardness with mindfulness; keep your sense of humor but do not conform.

Be at ease amidst discomfort. You’re good.

Therein can be found a lovely balance between charming and subversive.

[whereubeenloca]

CVS

Part 9 of the Neighbor! Reader series: Table of contents

Summary: You and Carmy go to CVS.

Pairing: Carmy x Reader

Tags: Slow burn, Awkward, like SUPER Awkward this time

Word Count: 1496

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You stare up at him, unsure of what to do. You open your mouth to speak but quickly decide against it, Carmy’s eyes bore into you as you sit on your couch. You try again only to be interrupted by his lips brushing into yours. A sharp gasp of surprise escapes you as he hovers close. 

“Okay?” Carmy whispers, blue eyes tentatively bounce around your face in an attempt to read your expression. 

You nod as heat rises up your neck. “yeah.” Your voice cracks, leaning your shoulder into his. “Perfect, great, amazing.” 

“You sure?” He asks, hands hovering around your waist. Far enough away so he wasn’t touching you but close enough to where you could feel their presence. “Because we don’t- you know.” He mumbles.

“No, no. It’s fine- that’s fine that you did that.” Your words come out a little too fast as you shift closer, “Really, please uh- do that.” You wince at the word vomit leaving your lips. Carmy doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Okay.” He says.

“Okay.” You echo.

There’s another beat while you size each other up, awkwardly shifting positions. 

“I’m just gonna-” You start, grazing your fingers over his cheek. 

“Uh- huh.” He says dumbly, leaning into your touch. 

Finally, you kiss him. Your teeth click together, and both of your faces scrunch in response. He tries this time, leaning forward and capturing your lips in his. The kiss is slow and gentle. You drape your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer. His hands hover with uncertainty, barely touching your form. You take his hands in yours and guide them to your waist, his shoulders relax in response, relieved you made the decision for him. 

The pair of you continue to make out on your couch, food long forgotten. His thumb grazes the hem of your shirt as your lips pull away from each other.

“Good?” he asks softly, cheeks pink.

“mm-hm.” You confirm before pressing a kiss into his jawline, leaning your weight against him. 

You trail a few kisses down his neck while he pulls you impossibly closer. Large hands guide you by your hips and onto his lap. It’s your turn to check in. 

“Good?” You hum into his skin, slowly resting your weight into his lap.

Carmy’s head is tilted sideways to accommodate for you, “So good.” He mumbles, running the pad of his thumb under your shirt. 

As you settle into his lap, he becomes bolder, reaching out a hand and lightly touching your chest under your shirt. Your hands twirl through the hair that lives at the nape of his neck, sighing gently into his lips before you pull away and tug your shirt over your shoulders. 

“Oh-” He says, surprised.

“What?” You ask, almost panicked “No?” You backtrack, picking your shirt back up. He shakes his head, pushing his hand over your fist that’s currently bunched around the fabric.

“No, no, no, no.” Carmy quickly interjects, shaking his head. His eyes rake over your exposed skin, as he clears his throat. “That’s… they’re very nice…” 

“They’re nice? Is that supposed to be a compliment?” You laugh, letting go of the shirt and draping your arms over his shoulders. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Carmen chuckles into your neck, hands on your waist as his lips attach themselves to your collarbone. 

“No, no, keep going please.” You scoff as you tilt your head back, his lips are quick to trail up your skin. “Tell me how nice they are.” You joke. 

Carmen groans into your neck, teeth nipping into your skin, you yelp in response. 

“Such an asshole.” He mumbles between kisses, tugging you closer into his body. 

Soft moans slip from your lips as he kisses hickeys into your skin, bruises bloom against your flesh as he trails his lips to your sternum. His eyes flick up to yours, baby blues accented by deep bags under his eyes. You push back his curls in response, dragging your fingers down his face to cup his cheeks, pulling him back to eye level. You kiss your teeth as you consider your next move. 

“Do you uh- have a…?” You stammer out. 

What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?!? 

His eyes widen, and panic floods your body. Oh god, you just made everything weird. Fuck, fuck, abort.

“No-“ “We don’t-“ 

Both of you speak at the same time. You pause before trying again, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“We don’t have to, “ you start.

“No, no. I want to, I do.” He insists, hands hugging your hips. “I just don’t have a condom on me.” 

You crumble into his chest, hiding in his neck. “Oh my god. You still wanna fuck me after that?” 

“Kinda.” He grins. 

You can’t help but giggle back, peeking out of your spot. You stare at him and he stares right back. 

-

The fluorescent lights blind you as you follow Carmy into CVS. The doors ding behind you, announcing your presence. 

You’d imagined going out with Carmy before. Something like coffee or a nice dinner, CVS was not on the list of potential spots. Was this a date? Answer pending. You shake off your thoughts as Carmy looks down the aisles, his shoulders are tense as he briskly walks next to you.

You frown a bit, nudging him lightly. He jumps, looking down at you.

“You good?” He nods over and over, eyes unfocused as he skims the shelves.

“Yeah, yes. I’m good, I’m great.” His words are quick and quiet

He takes a sharp left turn before you can respond, and you follow on his heels. 

“You’re being weird.” 

“Well, this is weird.” He grunts matter-of-factly, hands in his pockets.

Carmy weaves through the aisles as you try to keep up, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. He turns another corner before stopping short in front of the display… or at least what’s left of it. Much to your dismay, the cardboard-framed Trojan display before you is completely barren. It’s hooks taunt you with their emptiness. 

“No fucking way.” He groans, “The one time-” He starts. 

“Hey, it’s all good. Maybe they still have the generic.” You say as you progress down the aisle. 

“That’s worse.” Carmy huffs, begrudgingly following you.

You scan the shelves before finally spotting a bright blue box towards the bottom. 

“See? They still have some.” You say triumphantly, reaching down and picking up the box.

It’s big, bigger than usual, it’s at least eight inches across and just as tall as it is wide. You turn the box in your hands, the dark-colored cardboard sheens back as you’re faced with the words VALUE PACK written at the top in bright yellow. 

“Sixty-four?!” Carmy whisper-yells as he peeks over your shoulder. “Who the fuck needs that many at once?” 

“I don’t know.” You hiss back as he rips the box from your grasp. 

“It’s the size of a fucking cereal box.” He gapes, scanning the shelves. “You sure this is all they have?” 

“That’s the last box.” You sigh, hands on your hips. “At least you’re getting laid…?” 

Carmy’s eyes never leave the box, eyes bouncing across the label. 

“This is hell. I’m in hell.” He mutters, you roll your eyes. 

“Jesus- don’t be a baby. Maybe we can get like- a magazine or something? Cover it up?” You try.

He gives you a look before looking back down at the box. 

“You want me to hold it?” You offer. He shakes his head. 

“No, it’s fine.” He huffs, scrubbing a palm down his face and walking past you. You quickly follow as he weaves through the store, dragging himself to the register. 

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” You shrug as you walk next to him. “If you’re really uncomfortable we can just- not.” 

Carmy shakes his head. “It’s not that. I want to.” He insists, turning to look at you head-on. “I just didn’t picture things going like this.”

You flash a teasing grin. “You pictured it?”

He rolls his eyes, smiling to himself. “I- yeah. Yes, I pictured it.” He laughs finally, cheeks pink as he shrugs, avoiding your eyes. “I just hoped it would be romantic or something.” 

“Safe sex is romantic.” You say softly, looping your hand in his. “For what it’s worth, I’m having a good time.” 

“You’re just saying that.” He says back, a smile tugging on his lips. 

“Yeah, I am.” You say, swinging your hands as you walk. 

“You guys buying something or not? I’m tryna’ get home.” A voice cuts through the silence of the store. You look at each other before rushing towards the front, giggling the whole way. 

The twenty-something behind the register waves you over, his co-worker standing close by. Carmy sets the box down on the counter along with a pack of gum. 

“Just this.” He says meekly.

The guy behind the register doesn’t react as he scans each item. 

“Do you have an extra-care card?”

[drama-glob]

I guess we know why Uzi acts the way she does around N and I love that Khan was still into it, but it makes sense given that she's his wife. ;) XD