Secret Relationship Prompts: Getting Caught & Confronted

fella is it gay to memorize the shape of your homie’s body?

asking for my friend Mobius M. Mobius

matt is so ‘sweet best friend who secretly jerks off to your pictures’ coded hmmmmm

tender | chris sturniolo x fem!reader

request: “"i love you.” “what?” “i love you and it terrifies me.” with chris s? tyyy!!“ from anonymous

description: after having a conversation with y/n, chris reveals his feelings.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, subtle angst, mostly fluff, foul language, etc.

word count: <1k

"Did you seriously have to say that in front of all those people?” You laughed as you and Chris both slipped through the exit doorway of a convenience store. The air was brisk and caused the skin on your face to tighten. As you released breaths, it appeared like smoke in the cool atmosphere.

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HELLO?? This is so good.

Please Sit On My Face Baby

Summary: What the title says

Content: NSFW

Requested? No

Locals DNI

A/N: I hope this don't flop cause yall don't understand how I was kicking my feet and giggling writing this.

What was meant to be a quick peck turned into a full out make out session and now you are on Matt’s lap as you guys exchange sloppy kisses. 

Matt pulls away from the heated kiss with swollen lips and droopy eyes. “I need you to sit on my face.”

“What?!” You’re startled by his request, to which Matt simply smirks moving to kiss your cheek then whispers in your ear  “Please sit on my face baby.” 

You're quick to deny his request and start to shake your head. There’s no way you can sit on his face you’re not the skinniest girl out there and what if you suffocated him or broke his beautiful face. You couldn’t bear the embarrassment, this was something you’ve never done before. 

Matt could see the internal turmoil you were having and he gripped your hips grinding you against his groin. “Feel how hard the thought of eating you out makes me feel, come on princess you’ll feel good, I’ll feel good. It’s a win win.” 

“What if I like suffocate you and you die or something. How would I explain that to a judge?”. 

“If I die buried under your pussy that would be a dream come true. I think the judge would be jealous. “ He says cheekily. 

“Shut up” you giggle trying to keep a straight face as this was something you were really unsure about. 

“We don’t have to do this baby, it’s completely up to you.” He says now seriously. Matt would never want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable doing. 

“No, I wanna do it,” You had already made up your mind. 

“Okay good.” Matt grins. “Any day now because i’m fucking dying to taste you.” 

You shimmy out of your underwear, placing your hands on his shoulders and moving yourself up his chest as he lays down. Until you’re just about hovering your face. You grip onto the headboard with jittering nerves of anticipation and nervousness. 

Matt stays silent and patient while you slightly lower down on your haunches until you can feel his warm breath against your core. Just as you are about to reach his mouth you jerk up from surprise. 

“What?” He asks 

“Nothing, just your beard tickled me.” 

“Cmon baby, you’re killing me I feel starved staring at your pretty pussy.” 

You feel your knees go weak from his words alone and that must’ve given you courage to finally lower down to his mouth. 

Matt wastes no time and immediately presses his lips to your folds swiping his tongue up against your opening a couple times before pulling your clit into his mouth and sucking hard. 

“Oh fuck.” you gasp throwing your head back in pleasure, squeezing Matt in between your thighs any thought of suffocating the man underneath you long gone as you get lost in waves of pleasure. 

The possibility of actually suffocating didn’t seem to deter Matt if anything he delved into your pussy licking and sucking with his all and grabbing your thick thighs which were sure to leave bruises, pushing himself into you more. The man was in heaven that’s for sure. 

You drop your head in ultimate pleasure as you can feel your orgasm climbing higher and higher, you flicker your eyes open to find yourself locking gazes with Matt. His blue eyes were droopy and glazed in ecstasy almost as if he was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back. Somehow Matt was enjoying this more than you as he continued suckling on your clit. 

You could barely keep eye contact as you felt your orgasm hit you instantly and you threw your head back, bucking your hips against his face trying to ride out the orgasm. You feel overstimulated as Matt grips onto your thighs and you feel his scruff rub against your inner thighs deliciously.  

It takes so much strength to pick yourself up after the sensations ended and you flop down on the bed next to Matt. You guys are both out of breath and panting. 

Matt breaks the silence by pushing himself to lean up over you and grabs your neck . “Taste yourself baby.” Is all he says before he tips your head back as your mouth falls open and a string of spit connects you guys before it hits your mouth and you instantly swallow. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Matt groans before he smashes his lips against yours and the whole night is spent tangled in the sheets.

“Damn, the AI in these things really are getting more and more advanced aren’t they.” A says looking B up and down.

#252: the meet cute

A is in the public library and notices a strange book that looks like it doesn’t belong in this section. A moves along to another genre, but it seems that this book is in every section… almost like it’s following A. How peculiar! When A finally picks it up to see what exactly it is, B appears out of thin air, and simply says, “I’ve been waiting fifty years for you.”

sitting in jj’s lap🫠

your designated seat, no exceptions it’s reserved only for you— whenever, however. even if there’s a chair available, you are sitting on his lap. what’s not to love about it really, taking in his scent of musky beer and a vanilla backwoods, whilst you delved deeply into the khaki material of his cargo shorts and the smoothness of his evenly tanned-sinewy thighs.

overly satisfying for both you and him.

its ideal, and you could never deny him that. wether it be skin to skin in the solace of either bedroom. or being the sickening couple out in a public space sharing affection that everyone wishes they had. everyone sees it in movies, but it’s bliss to have it and know it’s yours.

“nah don’t give her a chair sarah, she’s got one right here. c’mere, come sit on my lap baby.”

and though those words make the surrounding friends want to regurgitate, instead it sends reverberated sensuous shivers down your spine. sarah continuously pushes the chair on you because it’s infamous how ‘disgusting’ you and jj are at every pogue gathering.

“jj’s lap or a chair sarah? y’know what i’m choosing.”

“Jesus.”

he holds your weight with pleasure, whilst you swivel yourself softly to his complied lap. his strong, large hand gravitates towards your thigh, figure eighting a bit higher than it should’ve. grasping the flesh with rough, yet with meaningful passion.

“that’s my girl.”

placing a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth that’s laced with beer once again, but it tasted like jj nonetheless.

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.  (  nsfw.  )

❛  relax, and just let me kiss you.  ❜ ❛  be naked when i come home.  ❜ ❛  i wanna do bad things to you.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna beg for it, baby.  ❜ ❛  me. you. bed. now.  ❜ ❛  i want to taste you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been waiting for this all day.  ❜ ❛  ready for round two?  ❜ ❛  you make me smile … and also super horny, but that’s not the point.  ❜ ❛  do whatever you want to me.  ❜ ❛  all i could think about today was you.  ❜ ❛  my words can do a better job of teasing you than my words can.  ❜ ❛  tell me where you want me to touch you first.  ❜ ❛  you have no idea how much i want you right now.  ❜ ❛  just looking at you is making me horny.  ❜ ❛  if we were alone right now, what would you do to me?  ❜ ❛  you’re not wearing any underwear.  ❜ ❛  it’s not that i’m horny all the time. it’s just that you’re always sexy.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to feel you inside me.  ❜ ❛  tonight, i want you to take control.  ❜ ❛  i want you in my mouth.  ❜ ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜ ❛  right there, that feels so good.  ❜ ❛  how does this feel?  ❜ ❛  you’re not allowed to cum until i say so.  ❜ ❛  tease me until i am begging for it.  ❜ ❛  i’m crazy for you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been very bad. i think i need to be punished.  ❜ ❛  if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.  ❜ ❛  you are the biggest turn on.  ❜ ❛  i love it when you put your hands on me.  ❜ ❛  no one makes me as horny as you do.  ❜ ❛  first, i want you to undress me. then i want you to kiss every part of my body.  ❜ ❛  i get so turned on just thinking about last time.  ❜ ❛  just wait till we get home …  ❜ ❛  do you like that?  ❜ ❛  just lie back and let me take care of you.  ❜ ❛  i love when you talk to me like that.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to have my way with you.  ❜ ❛  i feel so weak and turned on at the same time when i’m in your arms.  ❜

“say you won’t let go” - some touch starved scenarios

prompt list by @novelbear

heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd

one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out

hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters

^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt

"wait, don't go, please.."

"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't

wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment

feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there

^ trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so

"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much

their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer

^ feeling crushed when that action is taken as a sign of discomfort, and they watch them slowly back off

holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead

one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze

"i wasn't sure how much longer i could have taken this..."

✮ burnt pancakes — jj maybank

summary: jj being pussy whipped for his girl

warnings: allusions to sex, inappropriate jj (cmon tho)

word count: 0.5k

inspired by this tiktok

you had woken up early from jj’s snoring, having to wiggle out of his grasp in order to get away.

you decided to make pancakes for the pogues, grabbing all the ingredients john b had, which was a surprise, and cooking up a batch.

the door behind you creaked, causing you to whip your head around to see sarah and jb, the two groggily saying good morning before sitting at the counter.

“is mom making pancakes?” john b asked, causing you to snicker as sarah hit his arm.

“what he meant to say was thank you,” she mumbled, ending the sentence with a yawn as john b tsked.

the three of you made light conversation as they watched you cook, pope joining a few minutes later announcing that kie would be swinging by.

you were all talking about who knows what when jj came stalking out, his eye’s immediately falling on your figure.

you were wearing one of his T-shirts that practically drowned your body in fabric, with a pair of his boxers.

smirking to himself at the thought of last nights activities, he made his way over to where you stood.

“oh! morning babe,” you chirped when his arm snaked around your waist, the boy leaning over to peck your lips before leaning against the counter to watch.

“speak of the devil,” john b mumbled, sending jj a teasing smile as the blonde flipped him off.

“how’d you two lovebirds sleep?” sarah asked, catching you off guard as you flipped three pancakes over.

“uh—good?” you answered but it sounded more of a question. you heard the couple snicker along with pope who sat on the couch, causing you to look at jj.

jj gave you a shrug in response, confused as well.

“do any…cardio?”

cardio? what does that mean-

your face dropped as you realized what she was referring to, your face heating up as you dropped it in embarrassment.

“ohhh,” jj sighed, coming back over to you as he hugged you from behind, squeezing your waist momentarily before saying—“you guys heard?”

“jj!”

“what?! im just asking the lady!”

sarah burst out laughing as john b pretended to throw up in disgust, your face turning many shades of red as you hid it in your hands.

“jj is pussy whipped,” john b said, a teasing tone laced in his words as you groaned in annoyance.

“hell yeah i am,” he responded, abruptly bending you over the counter before taking hold of your waist and pretending to thrust into you.

“jj!” you gasped, hitting him in the chest before pointing your finger at him.

“gross guys!” pope called from where he sat.

“guys?! i didn’t do anything!” you tried defending.

“y/n-”

“no jj, you lost the privilege to talk,” you scolded, watching john b and sarah’s eyes widen as you furrowed your brows.

“y/n the pancakes are burning.”

before you could respond, the fire alarm went off and you turned around to face a heap ton of smoke.

“shit!”

𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

i saw a post. i got excited. i got soft. i got inspired. bon appetit! ( P.S. as always, please do not add more content to this list!!! tell me and i will gladly add more and credit you for them!! )

[ KISS ]:     after having kissed the receiver, the sender gently rests their forehead against theirs, still holding them as they do so.

[ HUG ]:     having just hugged the receiver after some time apart, the sender touches their foreheads together as a sign of affection.

[ LOVE ]:     overcome with their love for the receiver, the sender touches their foreheads together.

[ GREETING ]:     the sender brings their forehead to rest against the receivers in a gesture of greeting.

[ GOODBYE ]:     as they’re bidding each other farewell for the foreseeable future, the sender gently touches their forehead against the receivers.

[ LISTEN ]:     in a bid to get the receiver to pay attention to them, the sender brings them close and presses their forehead against theirs.

[ RELIEF ]:     having lost sight of the receiver in an intense moment of danger, the sender spots them in the distance, and rushes to them, embracing them and resting their foreheads together out of sheer relief.

[ SAFE ]:     in an effort to prove to the receiver that they’re safe after a particularly traumatic incident, the sender gently rests their foreheads together in a gesture designed to be soothing and reassuring.

[ REAL ]:     after believing the receiver to be dead, the sender reunites with them, reaching out in disbelief, then touching their foreheads together to make sure that they’re real, and not a figment of their grief-stricken imagination.

[ ANCHOR ]:     in a moment where stress and anxiety are running high, the sender tries to ground the receiver by gently guiding them into a hug, resting their foreheads together to steady them.

[ COMFORT ]:     in a gesture designed to comfort the receiver after an emotional blow, the sender gently closes the distance between them, and touches their forehead against the receivers.

[ STUBBORN ]:     thoroughly exasperated by the receiver’s stubbornness, the sender exasperatedly, but fondly, pulls them in for a good old forehead touch.

[ AFFECTION ]:     as a fondly affectionate gesture, the sender brings the receiver forward and rests their foreheads together.

[ INTENSE ]:     in a moment where romantic tensions are running high, the sender leans forward to kiss the receiver for the first time, then changes their mind, and rests their foreheads together to disguise their original intentions.

[ EXHAUSTION ]:     having just overcome a massive obstacle (e.g. using a massive display of their powers, fighting through a sizable army, embarking on a perilous journey, writing up a PhD thesis etc.) the sender and receiver reunite, and the sender drops their head forward to rest against the receivers, thoroughly exhausted but glad to be reunited at last.