#queued :p

[imrllytootiredforthis]

for the submissions thing, could u write something w/ needy!gyu who acts like a brat to get ur attention at dinner with u and txt? :) no worries if not!

Behave

pairing: beomgyu x reader

warnings: sub gyu, dom reader, nipple play, begging, slight overstimulation, exhibitionism, oral fixation, think that's it, there may be more tho

word count: 2.6k

a/n: this took so long, bc i am perpetually procrastinating and inspiration hits once in a blue moon so i'm sorry anon but it's here now!

It's been happening all night.

His hand sliding up your thigh, fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants, just enough to make sure you notice. You brush him away every time but he doesn't seem to be getting the hint.

Or, more likely option, he got the hint and decided to actively ignore it and continue on, the little brat.

"So what's been up with you guys lately?"

And all while he keeps trying to rile you up you also have a conversation to juggle.

"Oh nothing really," your words are too composed, too put together for Beomgyu. You're supposed to be struggling, trying to catching your breath as your face goes red-how he looks when you tease him. "The same old. What about you though, how is it trying to control these minx's?"

You gesture to the rest of the boys, taking the opportunity to slap Gyu's hand away, pushing off of you.

"Oh, you know," Soobin says, glancing meaningfully at the boy beside you.

The boy in question takes no notice, instead 'dropping' his fork and a little too happily proclaiming that he needs to pick it up, climbing under the table.

"Brat." you mutter under your breath, feeling his soft hair come into contact with your skin before it's his lips, peppering kisses over your leg, nose nuzzling into your heated flesh.

"I definitely know." You reply, taking a bite of food to cover the groan that almost escapes.

What motivation does he have? What's driving him to do this? All while you're out at dinner with all of the rest of his friends.With his bandmembers.

Desire. Want. Pure horniness that he's been harbouring all day long, imagining sinful things all while you try to hold up a conversation.

He needs you so bad.

Ever since this morning, ever since he watched you slide your rings onto your onto each finger while getting ready for the day.

He felt saliva pool in his mouth as he fixated on your hands, on the metal and pretty jewels that coated them. In the lithe way that your fingers moved.

He'd gave an experimental grind against the bed at the time, holding back a desperate moan.

But you'd heard him. You'd heard him and you'd known, with the way his eyes were fixed intently and what exactly they were on.

You'd known and you'd teased him, played with him like the little toy he is for you, stepping closer and dipping down to wrap your hand around his jaw, pushing it up to force him to look at you.

"Are you needy, Gyu?"

He'd nodded desperately, hips working against the sheets below him in a futile attempt to gain a sensation that would replicate you.

"From my fingers huh? From watching them?"

His eyes had flickered down to your ring-clad hand and he nodded, mouth falling open, drool coating his lips.

He'd wanted them in his mouth so bad. He still wanted them in his mouth for fucks sake but you'd just smirked down at him before leaving a peck on his nose and telling him to be good while you were gone.

Telling him to behave.

This was payback.

For making him horny and needy and desperate.

He ought to be ashamed of his behaviour now as you tug him back up into his seat. His cheeks are flushed pink and drool creeps down from the corner of his mouth which you quickly brush away.

The others continue to talk as if they don't notice anything. As if they aren't vaguely aware of the tension between the two of you. Acting as if it's so thick you could practically cut it with a knife at this point.

His hand slides up your thigh, getting a touch too high, agile fingers sweeping to rub over you. Your teeth sink into your lip.

"Behave." If only you knew the things that one small word does to him, setting something alight inside of him, burning hotter and hotter and hotter.

But he doesn't. He won't. He enjoys this too much to even consider it.

So his quick fingers will continue their exploration as they begin to slip under your shirt, palm flattening against your skin to grab onto your hip.

"You better stop right now if you know what's good for you." The hiss is low and only makes his body hotter.

You should really know this by now.

A small smile curls at his lips and a faux innocent look enters his eye as he hooks the thumb of his free hand towards the bathroom.

You sigh, trying to turn away from him and continue the conversation you had trailed off in.

He doesn't let you though, instead he slots his mouth right beside your ear, warm breath sliding across your neck, "I’m not wearing any underwear." fuck, you can hear the shit-eating grin you're sure is on his face, knowing that he's succeeded in his endeavor to rile you up. "Thought you might like to know."

Your breath comes out sharply and all you can imagine is everything you're not supposed to right now.

Shameless brat.

You should really know this by now.

You have learned. A long, long time ago that he was like this. That Beomgyu is something outside the realm of common decency and wouldn't care if any one of his friends were to catch him in the act right here and right now.

"Hello, are you guys okay?"

You turn to Kai, a blush coating your cheeks.

He's probably the only one who doesn't have some kind of idea of what's going on right now.

The only one that doesn't put the pieces together. Of your red face and Beomgyu's smirk and the fact that he's using his non-dominant hand to clumsily eat because his dominant hand is the one that's on the side that you're on.

The others watch, amused. Yeonjun whispers something to Taehyun and he whispers something back and you're ninety percent sure that they just made a bet on how you're gonna dig the both of you out of this hole this time.

You blank.

Shit.

"Yeah! We are, completely fine Kai. Beomgyu uh, just remembered," a low escapes your throat as his fingers rub against you, up and down and relentless. You cover it with a cough but just barely. "That-that he forgot to turn off the stove, so we have to get going to y'know turn that off, so the entire apartment doesn't burn down."

"O-kay then?"

It's not a very believable lie, not with the way you scramble to grab your things, the others nearly laughing as Taehyun tries to discreetly slide something under the table to Yeonjun.

And definitely not with the way you shove Beomgyu, hissing into his ear, goosebumps rising along his skin. "Don't you dare look back, just keep walking."

"Um, guys! You know the door is that way-"

"We parked out back!" you call back.

You pass the door to behind the restaurant and head straight for the back to the bathroom instead, pushing the door open and leading him inside.

He's whining, nearly dropping to his knees the second the door is shut. You don't let him though, fingers digging into his hair, pulling him up and he hardly minds.

The lock clicks and he whimpers at the sound.

And then your lips are on his.

A downright disgusting mix of spit and teeth and tongue, a sinful mess that makes his head spin, his hands flying to paw at your body, searching for something-anything to hold onto.

It's hungry and it's consuming, moaning and messy, sucking his tongue into your mouth to which he gladly accepts. His body going limp in your hold, leaning against you, into you.

It's almost as if you're trying to devour him alive, taking and taking and taking everything he can give.

Until he feels lightheaded and floaty from lack of oxygen and the weak grip he hold around your bicep goes completely lax. When you're both out of air and your own lungs burn is when you pull away, heaving air in huge gulps as he looks at you with dazed eyes.

He's in shambles and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen. The attitude he had been harbouring before melts away into something pliable and easy and so cute.

Your fingers brush over his cheekbone and he eyes them. The rings, your rings glimmer in the lighting of the room, calling him in like a crow to a shine.

Your touch is light, almost a brush. Like he's made of glass or porcelain, fragile and dainty, a precious object to be treasured and cared for. Over the slope of his nose right to the and down to his lips, so soft and so gentle it's like you're afraid that you're going to break him.

"You're so pretty Gyu." This kind of gentleness surprises him, but he won't reject it. Not when it's you touching him, making his head feel fuzzy and warm.

But he wants more, needs more. "You can be rough with me. I can take it." The words are drunkenly slurred, intoxicated off of your touch and voice and taste.

Your eyes harden in an instant, as if you were waiting for this. Waiting for the little shit to brat out again.

He's flipped so quickly his head is left reeling, moaning as his body is roughly shoved against the counter.

"You're such a brat." open mouthed kisses trail down his neck, teeth scraping against his skin, leaving marks and claims he'll appreciate later and appreciates now. "A fucking brat, who doesn't know how to fucking behave." His nails claw at your scalp as his head falls back, mouth opening to let out raw hearty moans. "I'm gonna ruin you."

It's a promise. A threat. Everything in between. Everything he loves. Everything he's been longing for.

Hands fumble, rushed and wanting, trying to tug his shirt over his head as quickly as possible, unbuttoning his pants to see that he is, indeed, not wearing any underwear. Not regular boxers or decorative panties he wears to rile you up. Nothing.

And you can almost feel back with the fact that he's had to go all night with his poor dick just rubbing against his jeans but then you remember exactly who's fault that is.

Beomgyu waits. Waits for you to touch it, put it in your mouth, do anything but you don't. And he gets impatient.

His hips roll forward and you roll your eyes. "How about tonight," you leave his pants open and crystalline tears run over his cheeks. "I make you cum with only your nipples, huh?"

It's a rhetorical question. You don't care what his answer will be, you'll do whatever you want anyways. But you do know how much it messes with him to tell him exactly what you'll do to him.

"You have the most beautiful tits, don't you baby?" he pants at the words, at the way your eyes sweep over them obsessively. Only looking, letting the suspense build before even you can't bear it any longer.

"Be good for me." And then you're twisting them and pinching them, cupping his pecs in your hands.

His breath hitches when you lean forward and lick over one of the red hard buds pervertedly, tracing it with your tongue and basking in the way he tastes, in the way he sounds. Pausing to listen to his whiny gasp.

He keens as you wrap your lips around his nipple, giving it a careful suck, swirling your tongue around it. Spit starts to coat his chest, he doesn't care, he just wants more, needs more. "Ple-I-i need, i need."

You give one last lick and look up at him, pupils lust-blown, lips puffy. "Need what Gyu?"

He doesn't know. He can't think, he can't decipher which way is left and which way is right when you do this. He's so sensitive, his nipples are so sensitive. It's one of the things you love so much about him, how something as simple as this could cause such a reaction.

"Ne-" He tries to talk but his tongue only lolls out, trying to keep his eyes focused so he can see straight. "Need," He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut as tightly as possible.

"Shh, relax, I got you."

He gasps and grabs a handful of your hair as your lips attach to his chest once more. You begin to suck again, this time you carefully let your teeth graze his skin, circling around.

Mindless babbles and incoherent words fall from his lips. His eyes squeezed shut, blocking out the sound of chatter outside and the bathroom counter cutting into his spine. Blocking out the world entirely to focus on you.

You and your mouth, sucking harshly before licking over it softly and switching over to the other in a tortuous pattern.

He pushes your head closer, arching his back, urging without words to be a little more rough with his chest, to stop being so nice.

You growl and it vibrates against him, making his head fall back, debauched cries and porno worthy moans escaping.

"M-more," He gasps, "More!"

It's an obligation, one you could hardly ignore.

And so you bite him-hard and he sobs out, tears dripping down his cheeks.

He's so sensitive, his nipples are so sensitive. It's one of the things you love so much about him, how a simple bite could cause such a reaction.

Because to him it’s ecstasy, all encompassing and overwhelming; it’s pure bliss, a drug pumping straight into his veins like the teeth that dig into his flesh, the blunt nails that sink into his back to keep him in place while he nearly screams, the sound only muffled by his shirt that you quickly press into his mouth.

His teeth dig into the fabric as ropes of cum cover his chest and pants. He doesn't care.

Pleasure and pain, mix together like euphoria stealing the breath from his lungs and making his legs tremble in the best way.

His jeans are probably ruined. He's vaguely aware that he's going to have to leave the restaurant like this. Cum-stained pants and a look on his face that tells that he's been fucked. His shirt drool-soaked and rumpled.

The bite inevitably stops, your head coming up to look at him. He feels so sad. He wants more. He wants everything. You look almost smug at the utter ruination written across him face, the way his eyebrows scrunch together, the way his hips rut forward.

Kisses are placed all over his neck and collarbone, sweet before getting rougher and rougher.

Your lips curl against him and he realizes his mistake.

Made a hundred times worse by the fact that he's been a menace all day long.

"I didn't hear you ask for permission pup."

A squeak escapes Beomgyu as your fingers pinch at his nipples once more. Mean and unrelenting at the oversensitivity they now have.

"Now I'm gonna make everyone out there hear you beg for it."

a/n: enjoy this bc it's the last thing i have queued until i get back, which hopefully won't be that much longer than when this comes out

but besides that, hope you enjoy! it's partly also influenced by this post here and the dialogue prompts!

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[chanaleah]

At the beginning of the meeting of the Democrats Club, I sat next to a girl we'll call Sage. I had met her before and I considered us friendly. We chatted, and I ended up mentioning that being Jewish is also an ethnicity.

"I guess, but I feel like people considering Judaism an ethnicity is kind of what caused antisemitism and stuff, right?"

"Well," I replied, "Antisemitism is never the fault of Jews. We've always been an ethnicity, and it's not our fault people have discriminated against us for it."

"That's fair," she replied.

After the meeting, Sage and I walked back together. I/P had come up very briefly, but the meeting had ended by that point and nobody really wanted to get into that anyways.

"So, what side are you on?" Sage asked me. I was a little taken aback.

"I wouldn't really say I'm on a side. It's not a game to me, so I don't consider myself 'on a side'." I replied.

"I guess…” she considered what I had said, before jumping back in. “But I'm definitely on Gaza's side. I don't support Hamas, but I mean, what Israel is doing... it's a genocide. And Israel has lots of money and is supported by the US and Gaza is really poor. I always root for the underdog."

I tried (to no avail) to explain how I didn't consider it a genocide. I tried to explain that both peoples' destinies were connected - that rooting for a "side" removes the humanity of everyone involved. I tried to explain that the US actually only funds the Iron Dome, not other weapons.

But Sage didn't get it.

"Well, I'm rooting for Gaza,” she kept saying.

Sage is not Arab. She's not Palestinian. She's not Jewish. She's not Israeli. She has no personal connection to this conflict. But she's decided she's on Gaza's "side" because they're the underdog.

[kyurochurro]

caught a cold yesterday so I rewatched a good old childhood fav of mine, which also included another robot buddy I love! here’s data with wall-e cus why not :D

[thecentersfallingout]

[tobyisave]

some sort of strange and ineffective human kindness ritual

[swiftmitsu]

Mitsuuuuuu

Mitsuuuuu

Mitsuuuu

Mitsuuu

Mitsuu

Mitsu

...

Hi :D

[lazzarella]

Aou Thanaboon & Boom Tharatorn in Memoir of Rati

[miwachan2]

yalll hes EVILLLL XD why do yall SIMPS have no self PRESERVATION! kdgfhjagfjgshfjgsjfgekjghjg

[imrllytootiredforthis]

https://www.tumblr.com/imrllytootiredforthis/724014238062002176/riding-and-choking-bangchan-sounds-so-hot-tbh?source=share

honestly bangchan would be the type to beg for you to slow down because he’s gonna cum but he wants to cum with you and he wants you to feel as good as he does 🤷‍♀️ (honestly i would speed up if he said that 🌚)

his hands would grasp so helplessly at your hips, pawing at you like it would actually do something.

it just feels too good, your walls squeezing around his dick so tightly, your hand wrapped around his throat.

everything feels so fuzzy and light. his body feels like it's on fire.

"p-please, slow down!" his voice would be so whiny, weak with your fingers pressing down on either side of his neck. tears shining in his eyes, "wan-wanna cum with you, please let me cum with you," he'd sob, poor boy too sensitive.

but you only speed up, stealing the breath from his lungs and every thought from that pretty little head of his.

[dnpbeats]

relatable games I think d&p might play

relatable like the brand that sent them games, not relatable like the adjective

"New Phone, Who Dis?": standard apples to apples or CAH format, you draw a received text message then everyone picks a reply text message from their hand and you vote for the funniest. bonus points for the millennial-ass name (sometimes I forget d&p are m*llennials 🤧)

"Over-Rated": again same format as above, but with this one you draw location cards and then pick the funniest review for it. anyone remember the "phil" tripadvisor drama,,,

"Same Same But Different": DAN AND PHIL WOULD SLAY AT THIS ONE!! you draw two cards that are two different situations, then you try to come up with a funny phrase that could be said for both scenarios DAN PHIL IM BEGGING PLAY THIS ONE

"Hot Takes": literally just cards with opinions then you say if you agree or disagree and then argue about it. dan and phil already do this quite literally free spon money at this point

"They're A 10, But…": think d&p would like this one because it's kinda similar to heartthrob in some aspects. basically you start with a rating a hypothetical person has, then a good/bad/neutral trait is drawn, then you assign a new rating to the person. d&p would have to make up a way to play against each other but they could just try to guess what new rating the other person gave or smth!! (also, one of the example negative traits they show on the site is "they have chronically chapped lips"....... anyway)

"Like I Like My": this one is kinda similar to the same same but different one, basically you are given two things in the "I like my ___ like I like my ___" format then you try to come up with the funniest similarity btwn those two things

"Buzzed Tower": almost like tipsy jenga but not really. you draw a card and follow its instructions for adding a block to the tower, if you knock the tower over you have to take a drink. I just wanna see d&p get drunk on camera okay

honorable mentions to "Catch the Vibe," "Be$t Offer," and "Date Fate Eliminate" which also seem like shit they'd play but this post was getting too long 👹👹

[landgraabbed]

i love that miram's work constantly requires him to put himself in situations

[puckpocketed]

31/10/2024 - CHI @ SJS

Ryan Warsofsky said that after the last two wins there's a lot more ice baths going around, what does that mean? Yeah, guys are putting their bodies on the line. I don't know, we're sticking together off the ice and on the ice, so it's a good thing. We're a good group here, a good group together, and guys are battling for each other.

[waybackbands]

The Blood Brothers playing at the First Unitarian Church in Philadelphia, PA February 13th, 2003 ©Broken Image

[rockysparks]

@ask-lab-rats

i originally had a different idea planned for this but then i remembered: ✨oh yeah!!✨i cant draw!!✨at all!!✨

so i decided to just… hope it came out understandable bc i would not remember to continue on it and the webbed sight i used wouldve deleted it all if it refreshed soo

taco on a spyyy trip, hiding even though, she’s invisibleeee

[peanutsgifs]

G I F D I R E C T O R Y

gifs all by me #peanutsgifs

Shows, movies and specials and by character and holiday

🍪 Snoopy

🪹 Woodstock

🪁 Charlie Brown

🎀 Sally Brown

🪙 Lucy Van Pelt

🩵 Linus Van Pelt

🚲 Rerun Van Pelt

😴 Peppermint Patty

📓 Franklin Johnson

👓 Marcie

🎹 Schroeder

⚾️ Peanuts Gang

🥂 New Year’s

💕 Valentine’s Day

🍀 St. Patrick’s Day

💐 Easter

🎃 Halloween

🍁 Thanksgiving

🎄 Christmas

A Boy Named Charlie Brown

Be My Valentine, Charlie Brown

A Charlie Brown Christmas

A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving

Camp Snoopy

The Charlie Brown and Snoopy Show

Charlie Brown's Christmas Tales

Snoopy Presents: For Auld Lang Syne

Happiness is a Warm Blanket, Charlie Brown

Happy New Year, Charlie Brown

I Want A Dog for Christmas, Charlie Brown

Is This Goodbye, Charlie Brown

It’s An Adventure, Charlie Brown

It's Christmastime Again, Charlie Brown

It’s Magic, Charlie Brown

It's the Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown

It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

Snoopy Presents: It's the Small Things, Charlie Brown

Snoopy Presents: Lucy's School

Life Is a Circus, Charlie Brown

Peanuts Motion Comics

The Peanuts Movie

Play It Again, Charlie Brown

Race for Your Life, Charlie Brown

Snoopy Come Home

Snoopy in Space

Snoopy's Reunion

The Snoopy Show

Snoopy! The Musical

Take Care with Peanuts

There’s No Time For Love, Charlie Brown

This Is America, Charlie Brown

Snoopy Presents: To Mom (and Dad) with Love

Snoopy Presents: Welcome Home Franklin

Why Charlie Brown Why

You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown

You're Not Elected, Charlie Brown

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[whimhaven]

before heading back home to henford-on-bagley, delilah stopped by foxbury to discuss the surprise of her pregnancy with karan. but her eagerness about the wedding and the baby quickly died when she opened the dormitory door to the sight of her unfaithful fiancé.