#their bouncing look a little awkward but fuuuck it dude

[thegnomelord]

you have me thinking about pregnant sex with gaz 🥵🫶🏼

Fuuuck dude your Kirby looking ass is unlocking kinks I didn't even know I had

CW:NSFW, MDNI FTM Gaz/domtop Mreader, pregnant sex, quick and rough.

Gaz loves you with all his heart. You're the love of his life, his lighthouse and his anchor, the father of the children growing inside him (yes, children, a healthy pair of twins Gaz feels is the universe's apology for him not getting pregnant the first time)

But by god he's ready to kill you in a hundred different ways.

Ever since his bump started to show you've been treating him like he's made of glass. Which, in of itself, isn't a bad thing — he loves it when you spoil him like he's your king, preening under every praise and leaning into your soft touches, the soft and loving kisses he rewards you with enough for you to continue to feed his gluttonous need for you as you roll your hips to push your cock into him in long even strokes, spooning him from behind so your hands can rub and caress his growing stomach, making love to him like you have all the time in the world.

But he's so god damn horny! There's always a lick of heat burning under his skin and the slow and careful way you fuck him just doesn't scratch his itch. He talks to you about it, but you're still hesitant to be rough with him, especially as he enters his second trimester and his stomach continues to grow to the point he doesn't fit into his pants anymore and Price forces him to desk duty.

It's the lack of action that wears down his quickly dwindling patience. He tries to distract himself with exercise but that's hard to do when there's two tiny humans using his organs as punching bags and making him go to the bathroom every 5 minutes.

So he nearly pounces on you when you return to your shared room in the evening, but you're faster than him, unknowingly calming his nerves with your warm embrace and kisses. "Hello papa." You hum into his neck, your hands naturally falling to massage his bump. "Did you lot miss me?" And that loving look you give him reignites his need.

"Do you even have to ask?" Gaz growls and pulls you down by the collar into a demanding kiss. Using your distraction he pushes you until you tumble down onto the bed, quickly taking his position in your lap. "You-" Kyle grins down at you wolfishly, his hands on your shoulders keeping you laying down, "- are going to let me do this an' anything you say will be used against you."

"Sir," You say, breathless, your eyes just as dark and dilated as his, "I just got really hard."

"Good man." Gaz purrs and kisses you. It doesn't take much to get you two out of your clothes, your sweat slick skins rubbing together as he rides you. The position is a little awkward as he uses your bent knees to balance himself, his stomach pressing against your abdomen as he rides you. He's huffing and puffing like a racehorse, already losing steam even as his cunt flutters around your cock.

"Come on daddy," He moans and rocks his hips, "Put another one in me," He urges you on, and you don't know what comes over you but you grip his hips firmly and thrust up the next time he lowers himself onto your cock, forcing the most beautiful sounds out of his throat.

"Oh- fuck, yes, yes, yes!" He groans, gripping your knees in a white knuckled grip as he bounces on your cock. He looks so handsome like this, eyes closed and mouth open to moan freely as his belly gently bounces with your thrusts. You can't keep your hands off it, something about seeing him heavy with your young has you harder than you've ever been.

Your kiss is just as desperate as his had been when you finally push him into an orgasm, the clenching of his hole pulling you down into your own orgasm. "God, that was so good lovie." He whispers against your lips, his eyes going wide when you don't stop and buck your hips into him again.

"Said you wanted me to put another one in you." Is all you say as you roll your hips, your cock somehow still hard. His cunt flutters around you, wet and sloppy with his slick and your cum mixing between you two.

You really are the love of his life.

Taglist: @dead-end-stuff

[nasekiro]

the dorp crew!!

i’m super late to the fandom but i just think they’re neat and no one is going to stop me from obsessing them in 2021

[almondmilkygay]

I present to you; Reddie: Obsession.

Richie was in a mess. A beautiful, disastrous mess. He lay, lifeless - on the cold wooden floorboards of Stanley Uris' bedroom. His hands were clasped together and laying against his chest, as it moved steadily up and down.

"Rich-" Stan called, but the boy seemed to ignore him, "Oi! Richie!"

Richie finally, mentally woke up and blinked quickly.

"What..?" He said slowly, "Yeah..?"

"Stop thinking about Eddie, for Christ's sake,"

"Aren't you supposed to be Jewish?" Richie asked blankly. Stan wasn't lying though. Edward Frank Kaspbrak. The only boy, in Richie's eyes. Richie had been pining for months on end, and only now it was beginning to take over.

"Richie.." Stan replied seriously, rolling over to lie on his stomach, "You're pining again dude.."

"Go fuck Bill.." Richie slurred in reply, covering his face with his hands, "I can't get that sexy little hypochondriac off my mind."

"Well you're going to have to," Stan pointed out, though a light shade of pink now himself, "We're meeting up with The Losers later at The Quarry."

"Fuuuck.." Richie droned sulkily. The Quarry. Where Eddie would be parading around in painfully short, short shorts, "Why's it gotta be Summer..?"

"That's the way seasons work, Rich,"

"Didn't require a snarky response, Urine,"

Stanley kicked him from the place he lay on the bed. Despite Richie's constant grumbling, he couldn't have been more excited to go to The Quarry. Alas, it seemed as if his hormones had taken over at last. It was going to happen at some point.

At The Quarry, the sun was painfully bright - this being expected for a Summer day in Derry. The rays bounced off of the water below the cliff and reflected on the masses of rock. The Losers Club came prepared, Beverly with a pair of sunglasses for everybody, Bill with cans of soda and Mike with fruit tarts he'd made from the orchard. Eddie didn't bring anything, but his ass was gift enough for Richie.

Eddie and Beverly lay side by side on a checkered picnic blanket, while Bill and Stan sat opposite each other - leaning on a large boulder the both of them. Mike and Ben sat on the small patch of cool grass, located in the minimal shade of The Quarry. Richie sat alone on the edge of the cliff, kicking his feet backwards and forwards and watching as small bits of gravel and rubble fell down to the ground and created subtle ripples in the water. The sound of Beverly chugging a water bottle echoed throughout the area. Eddie - slightly perturbed by her noises, stood to his feet and took a seat next to Richie.

Richie's eyes widened for a moment as a small pair of slightly tanned legs lay next to his, panic tracing his body - desperately thinking of something snarky to say.

"Hey shortie," Was all he could come up with, but it was enough to make Eddie kick him.

"Five foot is not short, dumbass.." Eddie muttered, looking the lanky boy next to him up and down, "You lanky fuck."

Richie laughed heartily.

"Oh, Eds you wound me!" He laughed, feigning pain and clutching at his heart.

"Good.." Eddie giggled, flicking Richie's forearm with his finger. Oh, how hard Richie had to try to conceal his richie. The two almost fell of the cliff as hands grabbed their shoulders.

"Oi, ladies!" Beverly's voice said. The two swiveled around awkwardly and saw Bev's face watching them, "We're gonna play a game, you wan' in?"

"I'm in if Eds is in," Richie said, watching Eddie through the corner of his eye. The small boy sighed deeply, a wide smile breaking his face.

"Guess you're in then!" Eddie said, jumping to his feet, "See ya later, alligator.."

"In a while, crocodile." Richie responded, chuckling. Eddie's favourite phrase - warmed his heart when somebody responded correctly, so Richie did so. Finally, Richie stood to his feet and walked over to join the rest of The Losers Club. Beverly had instructed them to form a circle, and they did so. The bottle she had been swigging sat precariously in the middle of the group. Slowly, Richie pieced together what was occurring before his eyes.

"Ringwald, no.." He said slowly, though taking a seat himself, "We're all dudes.."

"Exactly, Tozier," She winked, taking a seat herself and hanging her head over the bottle, "You Losers ready?"

Everyone grumbled but responded nonetheless. With a single flick off her wrist, Beverly spun the bottle. It toppled, toppled until finally landing - facing Bill and Stan. Stan turned an obvious shade of red and Bill's eyes snapped from the bottle, to Stan, and finally to the bottle again.

"W-We d-don't have t-to.." Bill spat, to which Bev tutted.

"Pussies.." She breathed. Stan shot her a glare before leaning forward slightly.

"It's okay.." Stan comforted Bill gently, and he lent in too. The two locked lips, and Richie snorted obnoxiously when the kiss exceeded four seconds. Stan coughed loudly when they completed their task, and spun the bottle quickly - with all of his might. Stan's plan worked as the bottle landed on Richie. Richie rolled his eyes and looked up to see a rosy cheeked Eddie opposite from him.

"As fuckin' if.." He replied snidely. Bev kicked her foot at him.

"Come on, Tozier. You ain't no pussy.."

"I ain't no pussy, but I'm not-"

"What, gay? Neither are Billiam and Stanski," Bev pointed out. Richie could see Eddie becoming exasperated.

"Fuck it, Rich. Let's just do it," Eddie sighed, still red and struggling to keep his cool.

"But Eds,"

"Pucker up, you pussy," Eddie spat, quite unlike him. Richie sighed and scooched slightly closer to the boy in front of him. The two sat close for quite a few minutes, before Richie let his care go out of the window and sealed the gap between them. At first, it was awkward and subtle. That was, until the two boys got into it. Richie's hand made his way up the back of Eddie's neck and Eddie's made it to Richie's hair. Only Mike giving a firm cough drew the two away from each other, where Bev cussed under her breath.

Richie was now the pink one, and Eddie's face faded as he took a puff of his inhaler - old habits die hard, I guess.

"Mike.." Beverly whined, holding each syllable, "Why..?"

Richie was coughing now, a large lump gathered in the back of his throat. The Losers stayed at The Quarry for about half an hour after those shenanigans, Eddie ushered Richie aside as he was going to begin heading home.

"Hi, Eds. What's up?" Asked a still slightly flustered Richie. Eddie scoffed.

"Don't play dumb with me, Tozier," Eddie replied briskly, "Let's finish what we started,"

[retechd]

National Margarita Day

Met up with my wing pretty much right after work at chipotle. Opened the girl at the register. Asked her about her tattoo. She tells me its supposed to say one thing but says another. I tease her about it a bit. She ask if i can read it. I say does it look like i can read that. She says yes. I forget what i said after but Im holding up the line so i move on. Girl at soda machine isnt paying attention. Walks backwards then turns around right in front of me and get a shocked face. I just laugh about it.

Talking with my wing having fun. Free flowing light convo. Point to register girl and tell him what happened.-she sees this-. She shortly comes around wiping tables down. I tell her i totally wasnt talking to her. My wing says we totally were. I ask what the name *tattoo* means. She tells me a story about her dead dog. I sympathize with her, i can relate then make it light by joking how shes just full of dark things and is depressing me. She has to get back behind the counter.

We end up walking to the bars from there. Wing opens a 3 set headed to TR. Asking if they are headed there. I almost immediately get in my head.

1. I was not expecting to open them because i was a bitch.

2. I started feeling like I couldn’t get in on the convo.

I could only think about saying things that pretty much echo’d my wing.

This happens again when two girls are hooting. Wing opens with “have you two been drinking already.” Has playful banter with them. Im already in my head but for some reason. Confident, good looking girls intimidate me if im not in state. The were both good lookin, very much in their own bubble of fun and obviously from the college which to me means they have money and are clichie. Same thing happens. I can’t get a word in. Even if i did it would only be an echo.

Go inside same venue. And after getting the drink prices we walk out. Circle the bar area then end up back there since everything else was dead. So this venue put me more in my head. Im not used to restaurant venues. Plus all filled with mostly the same demographic (white, money, clichie).

Note: I realize this is completely my interpretation and while i do have experiences to say this may be the case. It probably has more to do with my terrible game, especially in my first year than them being snobbish. I will write a frame for these people to start getting me to not default to my current prejudices which just dont help me at all.

Same with confident really attractive people. I give them a status in my head and feel inferior which I completely not the case. I’ve been friends with really cool people, wealthy people, and peope of status all my life. Its so unnecessary for me to feel “not worthy”.

So we are chillin with ourselves. Girls walk by but Im so in my head i can’t do anything. Which leads me to be more in my head ruminating on not taking action. My wing isn’t doing anything either. We are vibing with each other though; which is much better than just standing in silence looking around.

Wing opens two promo girls giving away drinks. Same thing, he is doing everything and I’m kind of just there. The girl closest me me keeps taking little glances at me. In the moment i thought she was feelin g awkward because i was just being quiet but now im wondering if she was just attracted to me. Other girl has big tits and a low V neck. I do my best to not look and fail a couple times...she maybe might’ve saw too. They gives us drinks, take a picture where im purposefully making it awkward as a joke. Then they move on to give more promo drinks.

Note: This is what Don does. He is not someone i should ever emulate. So mental note to never make things wierd even as a joke. Also never be awkward and try because anything is better than stewing in my anxiety and inaction.

A bit later i try to open a girl getting a refill. “You have an interesting look, what are you? *internally pause fearful she’ll take offense and add* “if you dont mind me asking.” I was leaning in -bad body mechanics telegraphing neediness- . She give me a side look and say “human���. Internally im thinking fuuuck you bitchface. I come back with thanks for a real answer. This stewed with me. I kept trying to let it go but it triggered something in me. My wing helped talk me through it, finally was able to stop being a bitch and realize im just not in abundance. She should have been insignificant but i wasn’t on a roll yet and was barely opening.

Fast foward. I decide to txt 2 girls i made out with from another night. Its been at least a week or two. One tried to blow me off with “im pregnant” to which i laughed my ass off, played with her a bit and deleted her number. Other one was receptive and says she’s available tomorrow. I tell her i’ll txt her then. Hit up my CMB and actually got her input on why she wanted to not go out again. She says it’s because it seemed like my mind was in the gutter alot. I consider this and figure she felt wierd because i didnt txt her the next day and also probably gets the vibe that I get nasty with more than just her. I thank her for the info and delete the convo. -my way of not letting myself get needy-

Open two big girls that sit near us, pulling up a picture of my buddy who would absolutely love them *he likes bbws*. They are fun. Not sure what was said but it was pleasant. New wing joins up late. Tell him we are grabbing coffee. Bounce to SH.

Feeling better. Talk to the hostess, just normal stuff but im trying to push myself. Talk with the waitress. Say something to a random girl that walks in and is smiley. The girls (lesbians) we met last time come over to say hi. Short but definitely a nice boost having a warm welcome. Definitely going to be part of our social circle. 2 wings meet up from before. We talk, having a good time. One drops off then we bounce to new venue.

I get in a set with a cute dominican girl, she kind of opens me. Talk about how many drinks we have had. I ask her name and what she does, then decide to deep dive a bit to root out core values (in HR but likes Logistics). Get light again, intro the friends, shortly after they pull her away. I stay and talk to the next person to sit next to me. Cowboy, rodeo dude. Short but keeps the momentum going. Try to open a girl on the patio trying to get a cigarette. Then try to do a new angle to get her to talk. “Why does it sound like your mouth is full. She laughs but is trying to keep food in then a guy (they know each other) comes in and tales all her attention. I stay light but shortly leave.

Check outside and see a girl sitting by herself. Called my friend for some reason to confirm for this weekend (they’re crashing at my place). Ask her for a cigarette in the middle of it. She doesn’t have one so i change the subject or something. This was a blur ( too many margaritas) but lots went right. We were talking having fun then the cute columbian girl comes over. Turns out this girl was part of the three i met earlier. Massive social proof now seeing as i cold open her friend and they come to find us both laughing and having fun. I know i was talking about having sex with my friends gf and twisting it to say that she wants it and hes cool with it. Sex is definitely a great topic for girls. Friends come in and we all start vibing. At some point a dude comes in, I’m friendly and acknowledge but quickly find out hes a friendly rando that gave them a cigarette so i ignore him for the most part. Game wisdom to ignore the randos and not give attention or be reactive to them. At some point the two friends that joined us start dancing a bit. I qualify her dancing saying I like that she can wiggle. She then bounces that ass on me. 😮!

Note: this rarely happens and amazingly i just made it happen by being cool, free flowing, unstifled, non judgmental and qualifying her / rewarding her behavior!

My target , dominican, is smiling but i can see the jealousy plotline instilled and she wants in. So she grinds her ass on her friends crotch and now we a grinding train with yours truly as the base 😁! Shortly after its time for them to go so hug everyone and get my targets number. The girl that was grinding on me tries to get in my ear and say she is going to be married in 4 months. -jealousy plotline in action!- I said we’ll she has to be sure. -it was weak, I didn’t know how to respond-. Should have said we’ll we can always be friends...maybe. I’ll consult the council.

Back inside my wings are still in same set. One of them leaves to the bathroom so i chat him up a bit. Its going super well, he’s getting her to deep dive and open up. Apparently they share a lot and make plans for brunch. He ask me to talk to the friend. I see shes alone an pulroceed to chat her up * i love it when i’ve got my social motor running and this isn’t an issue* I talk to her, bigger girl but shes cool. Get her name. Forgot exactly everything but i know it wasn’t particularly warm at first then she started opening up. She had so much unique jewelry that it was easy to keep pinging for stuff to talk about that is relevant. Then we get on to ghost stories, weed habits, and i forget what else. At some point i go on about being the god of sex and proceed to hold her hands to bless her pussy which i accidently pat, she didn’t seem to mind at all. But i feel tense about it and mention it.

Note: Need to hold the frame that everything is on purpose and going according to plan. Girls prey and tear apart weakness. It can turn an edgy action from a spike of fun to a bitch fest if they smell it.

So my wing, who was originally talking to them comes back and i give it back. When they leaves i hug and bless her pussy again. Go to bathroom and run into a buddy who bounces at a nearby bar on the way. Chill with him, his buddy joins and all vibing. Intro my new wing he hasn’t met. All of us vibing. Wing drops off and its just the dynamic duo. We bounce to a new spot. It is insane and poppin!! All college girls but super cluby. Im a fuckin fan! No opens but its fun. I felt fun but ready at the same time (to fight) maybe its because i know how aggressive kids can get. Outside, wing was ready to bounce, bum a cigarette and barely vibe. We bail, its already late.