#btw i laugh abt ''maybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime'' CONSTANTLY

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also hello i'm choosing to post this on this blog even tho it'll be relevant to @spring-lxcked too, but consider:

raven and william's board ( @florietiae ! updated a lot since the last time i mentioned it <3 )

henry and will ( @trapton !! i never posted / made this public because i didn't finish the other pinterest boards for the pin call but fuck it i love them lmao )

elise and will ( also trapton! they're so toxic to me (affectionate) and i love them )

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Warren Worthington- Flexible

requested: So I guess this could work as either Ben hardy or Warren (but I feel like probably more Ben maybe?) anyways, so imagine you being a contortionist and Ben/Warren comes to one of your shows and sees the way you move, and decides to see how far you can bend in the bedroom if you know what I mean 👀👀 love your blog btw!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

A/N: thanks so much for requesting :) hope you enjoy ! and yes i used a roger gif what abt it

warnings: smut, sub!warren if you squint, cussing 

word count: 1008 lmao

Warren was not excited to be dragged along to the talent show held in the school’s cafeteria. Their school was already small and full of kids with weird talents to how the hell would a talent show be any different than a normal day? No matter how many times he argued this, Peter continued to pester him until he came along. 

“Seriously though, if I went up there and flew it wouldn’t be anything special! I do that EVERYDAY!”

Peter nodded,”Yeah that would be lame. Good thing Charles already thought of that.”

Since Professor Xavier wanted to have more fun student activities, he made sure the talent show would be all mutation free, allowing kids to see their classmates and friends do normal human things for fun. 

Peter and Warren hadn’t entered, but Kurt was planning on juggling and Scott was going to recite pi (like a fuckin nerd). 

The two made their way to the middle of the cafeteria where chairs were set up facing a makeshift stage used for plays and announcements. After grabbing a seat they chatted a bit with other students waiting for the show to start. 

30 minutes later the talent show was still going and Warren was currently feeling intense second hand embarrassment as Kurt dropped the balls he was trying to juggle for what felt like the tenth time. Kurt finally picked them up and gave a bow, walking quickly off stage. Warren tried to give him an encouraging thumbs up as he walked by, but somehow felt it wasn’t convincing. 

After Kurt exited, a girl made her way up to the stage. Her hair was pulled back and her leggings outlined her shape well. Hank, the announcer for the show, gave a brief statement before she began her act. 

“Welcome to the stage- this is (Y/n), a senior this year and today she will be sharing with us her skills as a contortionist.”

Hank gave her a thumbs up and she began. She started out with a back bend, then flipped it into a hand stand and spread her legs above her head, walking a few steps in that position.

Peter whistled, “Damn, I didn’t know (Y/n) could do that!” 

Warren nodded, not taking his eyes off her form. Me neither, he thought to himself. As she continued to move and bend, Warren couldn’t help his eyes wondering over her body. He pictured how she’d be able to move under the sheets in his dorm room. Warren’s face turned red as he realized his pants had tightened.

Fuck you hormones.

(Y/n) finished her routine, ending in a full split, and gave a bow to the clapping crowd. Warren took this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom to relieve himself. On the way, he saw (Y/n) bent over a water fountain, and he felt his pants tighten more. 

Jesus fuck, he thought

She stood up and saw him staring, “Oh hey Warren! Did you like the show?”

He nodded, coughing before giving a real answer. “Yeah, you were- you were great! Didn’t know you could move like that.”

She smiled, “yeah.. comes in handy, you know?”

His throat tightened, she didn’t mean it like that, idiot, he told himself.

“Warren?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

“You got a little problem huh?”

His faced burned, “w-what?”

(Y/n) laughed and grabbed his hand, “just come with me.”

She pulled him into the girls bathroom, which was empty since everyone was still watching the show. Opening a stall, she shoved him in and locked the door.

“So, guessing you really enjoyed the show...”

“I mean..yes.”

(Y/n) smiled again, “well I’m glad.”

Warren’s mind went blank as she pulled him into a kiss, hands combing through his hair. She backed him up against the wall of the stall, as his hands moved to her ass. (Y/n) traced a hand down his chest to grab at his bulge.

“Fuck,” Warren mumbled against her lips. “Yo-You think we can speed this up a little bit?”

She pulled away, “not until a I get a taste first.”

(Y/n) dropped to her knees and unbuckled Warren’s jeans as he pulled off his shirt, wings making it a bit difficult. After palming him, she pulled down his boxers and gave special attention to his tip.

Warren groaned at the feeling of her warm mouth wrapped around him and had to resist the urge to push into her. (Y/n) took more of him in, pumping the rest with her hand, gagging slightly as Warren’s hips shuddered. 

“Can we- please-”

She gave one last suck and moved back, lifting her shirt up and tugging her leggings down. 

Warren’s eyes scanned her body, “Holy shit, you’re- fuck”

(Y/n) laughed, “wow thanks, flattered.”

She grabbed his shoulders and flipped their position so that she was against the wall. Warren’s fingers traced down her body as she moved to leave her mark on his neck. He slowly pulled down her underwear and began to tease her, rubbing at her clit. 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “I thought you wanted to speed this up, jesus.”

Warren grabbed her leg, holding her behind the knee, “Can you bend for me?”

She extended her leg until it was on top of his shoulder, doing a standing split.

Warren groaned at the view of her spread for him and lined up with her entrance. “Ready?”

She nodded, lips finding Warren’s again as he pushed into her. He gave her time to adjust once he bottomed out. Slowly he pulled back and thrusted into her, speeding up each time. Their moans echoed in the bathroom as he went deeper into her, the angle of her leg giving (Y/n) a whole different pleasure. 

(Y/n) continued moaning into Warren’s ear, legs shaking, until she reached her end. Warren finished soon after, burying his face in her neck trying to catch his breath. (Y/n) pulled her leg off his shoulder.

“I should show you some of my other tricks sometime, hm?”

Warren nodded quickly, pulling her into one last kiss.

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[taexual]

Confession / Yugyeom x Reader

PART ONE OF THIS REQUEST IS HERE

Yugyeom finds out you talk in your sleep but he feels too awkward to discuss it. Then, something happens that makes him realize that by pushing this away, he might never find out if what you said was true.

Pairing: Mafia AU!Yugyeom x Reader

Warnings: violence, some strong language

Words: 3.5k

guess who’s back i apologize immensely for taking so long to upload this! i hope you enjoy, though!

Requests by anon: hey! if it isn’t too much but is there anyway you can write a part 2 for AU mafia yugyeom? if you can’t that’s totally cool:-) love your blog btw

@ oppatuan : Hi ^^ i really liked your mafia reaction and i noticed some have more parts... and i was thinking could you do this to the other members??? (oh im talking abt got7) im actually curios abt it. ^^ sorry to bother. Bujt if you want one to do it you can do it of yugyeom or jinyoung.

Ever since that night when you finally gathered enough courage to go to Yugyeom’s room and confront him about your lack of communication despite being married, the two of you were constantly together. You just learned that there was so much the two of you had in common, it was impossible to postpone all the conversations you could have had and all the things you could have done. You wanted to do it all now.

“I know you two are married,” his brother said one morning as he saw you both climb down the stairs. “But, my God, have you ever spent any time separately at all?”

You and Yugyeom looked at each other and silently decided to ignore what his brother just said.

“Oh, teaming up against me now, are you?” his brother questioned, smiling a little. “Alright. I won’t bother you. Though, it would be nice to see my little brother every now and then.”

Yugyeom groaned, losing the cool posture he came here with. “You do see me.”

“Only if my lovely sister-in-law is with you,” his brother replied, winking at you while you shook your head. “I need attention, too, you know. In fact, I don’t even understand how the two of you still find stuff to talk about.”

“Well, we’ve moved on to discuss the Schrödinger and Hamiltonian equations,” you replied. “Actually, Yugyeom was just teaching me the time-dependent Schrödinger equation.”

His brother stared blankly for a few moments before he took a deep breath.

“Okay, then. I understand that this is my cue to leave before this turns into an episode of Big Bang Theory,” he said, walking out of the room and leaving you and Yugyeom alone.

Smiling, you looked at Yugyeom only to see his raised eyebrows.

“What?” you asked.

“I can’t even pronounce the names you just dropped. What even is that?” he questioned.

“I have no idea,” you replied, laughing. “I heard that in school but I never actually learned about it.”

“Right, okay,” Yugyeom said, laughing, too. “Nice way to get rid of my brother so we can go back to talking about which K-drama we’ll be watching next.”

“Exactly. And I don’t regret staying up all night to finish those last six episodes at all,” you said half-jokingly.

“I’m pretty sure you fell asleep during that last one,” Yugyeom said. “In fact, you kind of talked in your sleep.”

Oh. That couldn’t have been good, especially judging by the awkward expression on Yugyeom’s face.

“Really?” you asked, trying to remain calm. “What did I say?”

Yugyeom looked like he didn’t intend to bring this topic up, but he was stuck with it because the words came out accidentally. He didn’t really want to keep talking about it but now you were really curious what you could have possibly said in your sleep.

“I think you were, uh, talking to one of your friends,” Yugyeom started slowly, while he avoided your eyes. “But you were talking about me.”

Oh, boy. Clearly, based on his flustered state, you said some weird things.

“I’m sorry if I called you an asshole,” you said. “I tend to be hostile sometimes in my dreams.”

Yugyeom laughed awkwardly. “No, it’s not that. You were kind of telling someone that you were falling in love with me.”

You didn’t know it was possible to feel hot and cold at the same time, and yet here you were, feeling your entire face heat up, while shivers ran down your body. Fucking hell.

“Oh,” you said, realizing that if you stayed quiet and just stared at him, it’d be even worse. “I said… that, huh? Interesting.”

“Yeah,” Yugyeom nodded, still avoiding your eyes. “I kind of thought you were just quoting the drama we were watching but then you, uh, mentioned my name, so…”

The list of times when you wanted to disappear wasn’t very long. There was that one time this kid in kindergarten made you laugh so hard, you peed your pants in front of everyone. There was also the time your friend pushed you right into your crush in middle school, and you ended up knocking your forehead against his, which sent both of you to the nurse’s office and that boy never talked to you again. Yet, none of those times were as horrible as this.

As you stared at the cup of coffee in your hand, you wanted nothing more but to get away from here and wallow in embarrassment before you got ready to see Yugyeom again. If that ever happened.

“Yugyeom,” his brother’s voice called out again. This time, it lacked the teasing tone, however. “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Yugyeom said and you could physically see relief radiating off of him because he didn’t have to discuss this topic with you any longer. Needless to say, as he walked out of the kitchen after his brother, you felt relieved, too.

Grabbing your cup and a few cookies to snack on, you headed to your bedroom, preparing to stay locked up in there for as long as this feeling of awkwardness stayed with you. So, for the rest of your life, probably.

However, almost as soon as you finished drinking your coffee, someone knocked on your door. Taking a deep breath, you climbed off your bed and opened the door to see Yugyeom biting his lip behind it. You still weren’t ready to face him but he already looked uncomfortable so your awkwardness would have made it worse. Which is why you decided to pretend as if the conversation in the kitchen didn’t happen at all.

“What’s up?” you asked, smiling widely but then feeling your eye start to twitch because of your obviously fake facial expression.

“I’m, uh, I’m leaving,” Yugyeom said. “There’s this job my brother and I have to do. It’s urgent, so—”

“Oh. Is it dangerous?” you asked, feeling worried already.

“Well… not more than it usually is,” Yugyeom answered with a small, dry laugh. “I just came to check up on you, I guess. Do you want to, uh, hang out after I come back?”

He was almost blushing as he said this and you mentally cursed yourself for saying those things when you were asleep, because this invisible wall of awkwardness was between you two again, and you’ve fought so hard to tear it down and learn to be somewhat comfortable around each other.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling and this time, meaning it. “I’d love to.”

Yugyeom just nodded, trying to come up with what else to say. “Okay. So, I’m going to go now.”

“Okay,” you replied. “Stay safe.”

He nodded once again and gave you a small wave before walking down the hallway away from your room. You watched him disappear down the stairs and then closed the door of your bedroom, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

As you waited for Yugyeom to return from the job he was doing with his brother, you tried to decide if you were excited about hanging out with him again, or scared. You did want to see him again – you always wanted to see him – but you were also terrified that the confession in your sleep would change things between you two. Of course, you were married, but your marriage started by the two of you ignoring each other for a decent amount of time and now that you finally managed to get closer to each other, you had to tell him you were falling in love with him.

Were you falling in love with him, though? You definitely felt very fondly towards him but you’ve never been in love with anyone before, so how would you even know what that felt like? But then again, there’s the beating of your heart when he looks at you. There’s the clenching of your stomach when he laughs at something you said. There’s the sweating of your hands when he—

An unexpected knock on your door interrupted your thoughts, forcing you to jump up from your bed in shock.

You opened your door to reveal Yugyeom – biting his lip just like he did a few hours ago – standing outside of it. He looked tired but other than that, he didn’t look any different than he did usually, except for his clothes, which were all entirely stained with blood.

“Oh my God,” you gasped at the sight of his once white dress shirt. “Are you bleeding? Is that—”

“No, Y/n,” he stopped you. “It’s probably not mine. I’m okay. I just… we got into a bit of a problem.”

“Clearly!” you were now shouting, as your body began to produce massive amounts of adrenaline at the sight of him. “Are you sure you’re not hurt? Maybe you should see a—”

“I’m okay, Y/n,” Yugyeom said, sighing. He was obviously not in the mood to have his words questioned. “I’m just really tired.”

“Oh, of course,” you said. “You should go to sleep… if you’re really okay, that is.”

“I really am,” he confirmed again. “I have to… nevermind. I’m sorry we can’t hang out tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him, not understanding the feeling of disappointment in the pit of your stomach. “You should probably change. Do you need any help?”

Neither of you saw how ambiguous this sentence was. Yugyeom was too tired and you were too caught up in his sad eyes to realize any of the things you were saying.

“That’d be nice,” Yugyeom said then. “I just need to get out of these clothes and I’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” you nodded, walking out of your room and placing your hand on his shoulder – probably the only place on his shirt that wasn’t bloody – to guide him towards the bathroom. “Let’s go.”

He moved slowly as if he was stalling. It looked like he wanted to tell you something before you helped him take his dirty clothes off, but he kept his mouth shut. Just when he leaned against the cupboard in the bathroom and you walked up to him to unbutton his shirt, he grabbed your wrist into his.

“There’s something I need to tell you first,” he finally said. “I… I did get slightly scratched. It might be bleeding, but it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Your heart was now beating out of your chest. “What does ‘slightly’ mean to you, Yugyeom?”

You weren’t waiting for him to answer, however, and began to unbutton his shirt, biting your lip so you wouldn’t grimace at the feeling of the bloody material under your fingertips. As soon as you pulled his shirt away from his chest, you gasped, taking a step back.

“Yugyeom, you’re bleeding,” you said, watching the gnarly scratch under his collarbone. It looked as if someone tried to stab him with a knife, but instead ended up just dragging the blade across his chest. “The wound looks—”

“It’s fine,” Yugyeom said, breathing heavily. “Just… help me take this off, please.”

You’ve never seen him like this before. Of course, you’ve never seen him come to you right after he’s finished a job before, either.

“Is your brother okay?” you asked, suddenly worried. “Did you come back together?”

“No,” Yugyeom answered, swallowing deeply before continuing. “I took him to a hospital. He was shot. I’m going to see him later.”

Feeling you breathe in sharply at the news of his brother getting shot, you tried to calm yourself down and instead concentrate on what was in front of you – that is, a nearly shirtless, bleeding Yugyeom.

“Y-you can’t,” you said, peeling the shirt away from him. “You’re hurt, too. We need to do something about this scratch. It’s still bleeding pretty heavily. You can’t just ignore it.”

“It’ll be fine,” Yugyeom replied, raising his hands slightly and hissing in pain once you accidentally touched his wound with the tip of your fingers.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said, watching him close his eyes and release a deep but ragged breath. “Yugyeom, this isn’t okay. You need to go to the hospital to get this—”

“Y/n, please,” he whispered.

You bit your lip, debating what to do next because it didn’t look like he was going to give in anytime soon.

“Let me at least put a bandage on it, okay?” you asked. After Yugyeom didn’t reply, you took this as an affirmative and opened the cupboard next to him to find a first-aid kit.

You’ve never actually had to look for bandages in a first-aid kit before and you weren’t sure if you should wash the wound first. It wasn’t like you had time to pull out a WikiHow article for this, either.

Choosing to trust your gut, you grabbed a towel from a nearby hook and soaked it in warm water.

“This might hurt,” you said, bringing the towel to his wound. “But I have to wash it. I think.”

Yugyeom didn’t reply but you saw him clench his jaw, so this must have meant that he was preparing himself for the pain that was to come. Taking a quick breath, you carefully placed the towel on the edge of the scratch and felt Yugyeom’s muscles contract. Understanding how much pain this caused him, you tried to keep your movements soft, not pushing the towel into him too hard.

The positive outcome of this was that you now knew that his wound was no longer bleeding. The negative? The towel was ruined and Yugyeom was breathing heavily as if he’d just finished running a marathon.

You used a different, dry towel to clean the skin around the wound so the bandage would stick and then moved on to the contents of the first-aid kit.

“So,” you said, reading the description on one of the bottles, hoping that it was an antiseptic. “Tell me what exactly happened out there.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Yugyeom replied through clenched teeth.

“Well, it’d be better if you talked about something,” you replied, opening the bottle you were holding and pouring some of its contents onto the gauze you picked up from the kit. “That way you might take your mind away from the pain.

“That’s… not possible,” Yugyeom replied, hissing again when you brushed the gauze with the antiseptic onto the wound. “What the—what is this thing? It’s burning.”

“It’s supposed to sting a little,” you said, continuing to thoroughly sterilize the scratch on his chest. “My mum used to always wash my wounds with this, whenever I fell and hurt myself.”

“Okay, then you’re hardcore,” Yugyeom replied, prying your hand away from his chest. “But this is literally putting me in even more pain. Please stop.”

You got your hand out of his grip. “Endure it. You don’t want to go to the hospital, so that’s what you get.”

Yugyeom groaned but didn’t stop you when you brought the gauze back to his wound, brushing over it a few more times just to be sure you got everything.

“Why did you use water first?” Yugyeom asked, watching your movements through clouded eyes. “For my scratch, I mean.”

“Please don’t question me,” you said, your voice coming out a little stricter than you intended. “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing but you refuse to go to the hospital, so, in a way, I’m responsible for your life and it’s stressing me out, okay? So, just… talk about something. Just not about what’s happening right now.”

If it wasn’t your anxious voice, then it was your shaking hands as you tried to peel the bandage off that told Yugyeom you were truly worried about him.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “But in comparison to the state of my brother… I’m as healthy as ever.”

“What happened to you guys there?” you asked, your tone also a few octaves lower to match his whispers.

“We were outnumbered,” Yugyeom finally admitted. “There were a lot more of them against my brother and me. We only came here to negotiate but… they came there to kill us. We were completely unprepared but it’s our fault. We should have seen it coming. No one changes the date of the meeting that fast, unless they’re planning something.”

You listened without talking, as you carefully poured a little bit of gel (it said it was for cut wounds, and you blindly trusted the first-aid kit) on another piece of gauze before placing it on Yugyeom’s scratch and then gluing a bandage over it.

“It’s kind of a miracle we made it out alive,” Yugyeom continued. “We ended up only taking out half of them. There’s the possibility that they’ll come after us, so we’ll have to—”

Your eyes widened in fear after you heard him say this and you raised your head to look up at him so fast, Yugyeom blinked, flinching slightly.

“Oh, they won’t come here,” he explained, understanding what caused you to react like that. “You’re safe.”

“What will you do next?” you asked, clearing your throat after your voice came out husky from all the anxiety that’s been spreading into your bloodstream as you listened to Yugyeom talk.

“We’ll go after them after… after my brother recovers,” Yugyeom said, sighing. “Hey, are you done here? Can I go—”

“You absolutely cannot,” you cut him off before he even finished. “What you need to do, is get into bed and sleep. You can’t go anywhere.”

“Y/n,” he said, closing his eyes for a moment. “It’s my brother.”

“I know, Yugyeom,” you replied. “But you’re not going to be much better if you keep walking around with a wound like that. At least, if you’re going to the hospital, let them have a look at it.”

“I’m completely fine,” Yugyeom countered, walking around you and leaning down to pick up a shirt from the washing machine. As soon as he leaned down, though, you saw him freeze and exhale sharply.

“Oh, you’re totally fine,” you groaned, walking towards him to help him stand up. “Go to bed, Yugyeom. I’m serious.”

“I can’t—”

“Fine. Then let me come with you to the hospital.”

“Wh-why?” Yugyeom asked, allowing you to pull the shirt over his head and then carefully help him put his hands through the sleeves.

“Because you’re not well enough to be going anywhere on your own,” you replied. “And this is not an offer, Yugyeom. The only way you’ll be going is if I go with you.”

He just watched you, then. He wasn’t saying anything and you were starting to become concerned that he was in too much pain to talk, but when you raised your eyes to meet his, you were met with calmness instead of pain.

Your eyes stayed on his for a moment longer but Yugyeom still didn’t say anything.

“What is it?” you finally asked, feeling your heartbeat speed up before he even said anything.

“I’m just…” Yugyeom said, pausing to choose his next words. “I was thinking about what you said last night in your sleep.”

“Oh,” you looked down, remembering. “I was hoping we wouldn’t talk about that.”

“Your words were all I could think about when I was fighting the guy who came at me with a knife,” he admitted. “Are they true? Are you really… falling in love with me?”

Because you still had your hands just below his chest after having helped him put a new shirt on, you could feel that his heart was beating nearly as fast as yours. However, the image of Yugyeom not knowing if your feelings were real as he fought for his life, caused you to close your eyes and inhale sharply.

“I’m not falling in love with you, Yugyeom,” you said, raising your eyes to meet his. You’ve never been more certain about anything before. “I’ve already fallen.”

Another few seconds passed before Yugyeom reacted to your words by inhaling deeply and leaning into you to place his lips on yours. You froze for just one second, instantly clutching his shirt at the feeling of his soft lips between yours. When you finally replied to his kiss, you felt Yugyeom smile and exhale through his nose.

He moved his arms to wrap them around you but breathed in shakily mid-way because of the sharp stinging pain in his chest caused by his sudden movement.

You pulled away from him immediately. “Oh my God, are you in pain?”

He shook his head, sighing and gathering all of his strength to place his hands on your waist. As soon as he felt you under his fingertips, he realized that the pain was all worth it.

“I’m not. You make me feel better,” Yugyeom said, swallowing before continuing. “I-I love you. The hope that you love me too is what saved me out there.”

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