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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Clean, Warren Worthington iii

Word Count: 1.5k~

After a mission, Warren’s wings are always dirty. No matter what the mission consisted of, Warren will always come back to me with his once white wings covered in dried blood and dirt. Although, he never wants help in cleaning them.

“I’m fine,” He’ll say, “I’ve been doing this for a long time - I’m okay.”

However, I don’t feel right just letting him go into our shower (a large one made for him) after a long mission and try to scrub his wings while trying not to pass out from exhaustion. With a good conscience, I can’t be okay with just letting him do that. In spite of my feelings, Warren still doesn’t want me helping him.

I know it’s because he fears being vulnerable, and if anyone else were to go through what he went through, they would feel the same way. However, since we’ve been dating for a while now, I want Warren to be more comfortable being vulnerable around me. I know that he knows I won’t repeat the actions of others before me, but I want him to trust and believe that simple fact at the same time.

“Warren, can I come in?” I ask, gently knocking on our bathroom door. On the other side, I can hear the water running, but not the shower. It’s been on for several minutes now, and usually, Warren would have already been finished at this point. Warren’s probably sitting on the floor by the tub, so tired that he can’t even push himself to get up to get undressed and climb in the tub.

“Of course,” I hear him respond, his voice full of fatigue. His most recent mission took nearly a week to complete as it involved gathering other mutants from around the world. Thinking back to watching him lug himself around earlier, having a hard-enough time trying to keep his eyes open then, I can only imagine how tired he is right now.

Stepping into the bathroom, I see that my presumptions are correct. Warren is so tired that he can hardly sit up straight. “Baby, let me help you,” I speak softly to him, but like always, he shakes his head.

“I’m fine,” Warren almost groans with a limp wave of his hand. “I’m just gonna... sit here for a few and then get in the shower,” he further explains, his eyes slowly closing more and more as each word leaves his lips.

With a frown, I shake my head before crouching in front of him and placing my hands on each side of his face, therefore gaining his full attention. “Honey, please,” I start, sliding my thumb over his cheekbone with a feather-like touch. “Let me help you, and before you reject me,” I cut him off right as he starts to speak. “You can always tell me to stop at any point if you get uncomfortable or uneasy, okay? I will understand.”

My final words seem to win him over as he ultimately gives in by closing his eyes and leaning forward to rest his head against my chest. “Fine,” he murmurs, “but instead of a shower, can we take a bath? I honestly don’t want to stand up for any long period of time.”

Nodding at his tired voice, I reach a hand up to mess with his beautiful curls. “Of course,” I tell him, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Nothing sounds better,” I add, watching as he turns his head up to look at me with a smirk. Instantly, I know what he’s up to.

“Are you sure about that?” He asks, earning an eye roll back from me almost instantly.

“You know what, maybe that shower does sound better after all,” I chide, watching him break into a laugh in response to that. I love the fact that we can still joke with each other like we usually do even in moments where we’re exhausted or upset.

Eventually, Warren and I are both undressed and climbing into the bathtub where he sits in the middle and I stand on my knees behind him. The water surrounding us is warm, and because I like to treat myself when I take a bath, the smell of lavender and peonies fills the air from the soap. I want this to be as relaxing as it can be for Warren as it’s what he deserves after such a long week. Plus, I want to show my boyfriend that I truly care for him. The idea of taking a bath with your significant other may be something small to someone, but for us, this is a huge step forward.

Using my hands as a makeshift bowl, I pour water onto his wings and hair before moving onto with his golden curls. As gentle as I can, I massage some of my shampoo into Warren’s soft locks while scratching my fingers against his scalp. This earns a soft hum from him, causing me to smile.

“What?” I ask, leaning over to kiss his cheek. Instantly, Warren looks back at me with a pleased smile.

“Nothing,” he murmurs softly, resting his arms in front of him in the water. “It just... feels nice. The bath and all.”

Nodding, I lean back and continue washing his hair for a few more moments before rinsing it out and moving onto his wings. However, before I add soap to any of the feathers, I try my hardest to spot any areas to be extra careful on. After a few seconds, I sigh. I’m glad I chose to do this before anything else.

“Warren, were you hit with something?” I ask, moving a few feathers to the side on his right wing. “There’s like a scab or something with dried blood around it,” I inform him, looking at the back of his head for any response.

A few seconds pass before a small “oh yeah” falls from Warren’s lips. “One of the guys we were trying to help led us to a group of enemies that we found out were against mutants, so we had to fight them. I don’t exactly remember when I was shot, but I remember burning pain at one point.”

Instantly, my eyes widen as big as saucers. “You were shot?!” I exclaim, moving to sit across from him in the water. Warren simply nods as if it wasn’t a big deal. “And you didn’t go to the nurses station when you got back?!”

“No,” He answers, smiling soon afterward. “I wanted to come and see you as soon as I got here,” Warren confesses, leaning forward while moving his hands from the water and over to my hands. “I missed you a lot, you know.”

Smiling, I nod at him as my tense stature softens a little bit. “I missed you too,” I tell him, moving closer as his arms move to wrap around me and pull me close. “But you got shot, and that’s more important than seeing me as soon as you got here.”

“Eh, I disagree,” Warren chides, causing me to roll my eyes. “Besides, it’s healing, right? There’s no fresh blood or sign of infection?”

Looking back at the wound, I sigh. “No, it looks fine,” I note, dragging my finger against it like I did earlier with his cheek. “Does it hurt though?” As the question falls from my lips, I look at his face for any response to me touching his wound. His eyes stay on me the whole time and they don’t wince either.

“Not when I’m with you, nurse (Y/n),” Warren states, the smirk he wore earlier following in suit. He knows how sappy and ridiculous his comment was. I know he intended it to be that way too.

“Warren, shut up,” I murmur after a few moments of silence between us. Immediately, he giggles at my comment before pulling me close and hugging me to him.

“Ugh, I love you so much,” he groans, nuzzling his nose into my neck. His wet curls graces the side of my face, and as I look over his shoulder, I see his wings encasing us like they usually do when I’m around Warren. I don’t know if he does this on purpose or if he even realizes that his wings do that, but that doesn’t make it any less wonderful.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve my own angel,” Warren whispers to me, causing me to turn my head toward him and stare as he smiles, his eyes shut in a mix of tranquility and bliss. Seeing him so relaxed causes me to smile as well before leaning close and kissing his soft porcelain cheek.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve mine either~”

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scarletttries · 2 years

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Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington/Angel Request)

Pairing: Warren Worthington/Angel (X-Men) x Reader

Rating: Explicit, description of reader's first time having sex, unprotected sex (be sensible in real life), mention of scars.

Word Count: 2.5k

Request: "Can I have a warren worthington x reader where it's their first time and they kiss their scars/wings/mutant marks all over pls make it extra fluffy with caramel!"

Author's Note: Thank you for another sweet request my lovely! I did my best to make this extra fluffy with caramel so I hope you really enjoy it and I appreciate your patience!:)

Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington)

Nights at Xavier's mansion were always quiet, the professors out travelling to mutants across the country, or on their way to deliver the latest in mutant diplomacy to the White House. But in the holidays when those with nearby families went back to their real homes, the house was near silent, like the snow falling across the ground absorbed any stray noise from the expansive home. In the past it'd felt too quiet for you, passing your time idly, waiting for your friends to return, but this year was very different; you had your own Christmas angel to keep you entertained.

It had only been a few months since Warren Worthington had moved into the school, converted to the mutant cause after his run in with the Apocalypse, and as the first person to welcome him to the school, ignoring the cautious looks of the other students as you gave him a friendly tour, he had taken an immediate shine to you. It had only taken only a month of him following alongside you to every class, meal and study session until he couldn't hold back his growing feelings anymore. Sat on a soft blanket by the lake, watching you effortlessly manipulate the edge of the water with the movement of your fingers. As your power flowed the curved lines etched into your skin from birth ebbed with waves of blue light, a sight you'd once wished you could hide until the Professor taught you it was just another part of who you are, and that was nothing to ever cover up.

"You're really pretty." Warren sighed out at the sight, before catching himself with a nervous laugh, "I mean the light on you, it's really pretty when you do that. Not that you aren't always pretty, I just.." he paused for a second, spurred on by the shy smile growing across your face, "I just really like it, and I really like you (y/n)."

He hadn't exactly been subtle with the way he felt, but that didn't stop the butterflies in your stomach at his confession, heart beating faster as you leaned forward until the gap between your lip disappeared into a gentle, longing kiss. You could feel the twitch of his lips against yours as he fought back a smile, hand finding yours across the blanket, threatening to never let go.

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"What are you thinking about (y/n)?" Warren called out from over your shoulder, breaking you out of your spell as you realised you'd been drawing swirling shapes in the lake from your bedroom window as you reminisced.

"I was just thinking about our first kiss actually." You flirted, scooting off the windowsill and onto your feet as the angel crossed the threshold of your room, shutting the door softly behind him.

"Oh yeah, about how sooth and charming I was, bravely making the first move," He smirked, strutting towards you until his arms found your waist, wrapping around them as you corrected him,

"I'm pretty sure I made the first move. You were busy stuttering about how pretty I am." He laughed at your brutal honesty, nodding in defeat as he conceded,

"You're right, sorry, I was thinking about our next kiss." His lips crashed to yours before you could reply, stifling a laugh as he pulled you against the soft wool of the jumper covering his chest. Your arms found his neck as you pulled him closer, letting your lips dance against his before nuzzling your noses together,

"Now that was smooth." You praised, watching his beaming expression as his hands trailed down the outside of your thighs.

"I have my moments." He rebuffed with a wink, bending down quickly and lifting you with ease, his hands guiding your thighs to wrap around his waist. His arms encompassed you as he gave you a twirl, the sound of your shared laughter quickly cancelling out the silence that filled the room before it. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your lips together as he gradually settled onto the edge of your bed, your weight covering his lap. Your chest leaned against his as the kiss grew hungry, need emanating from you both as you seemed to realise simultaneously that you all but had the house to yourselves for the first time. Usually the place was overrun with kids and teachers, time between training barely giving you time to squeeze in make out sessions before you had to return to your separate rooms. But with the time and space to spend all night together, you knew you wanted to finally feel all of Warren.

His hands seemed to tremble slightly as they shifted slowly up the outer edge your thighs, his thoughts matching yours as he hovered just shy of cupping your bum, waiting for your lead. In response you played softly with the edge of his shirt, lifting the corners slowly, waiting as he raised his arms, letting you remove it entirely. You quickly tossed it on the bed behind you, confident it would be your new favourite pyjama top after tonight. You let your eyes trail along his chest, definitely muscles marked by a constellation of scars, a permanent reminder of the difficult times that had lead him to you. Leather straps held firm around his broad shoulders, a design made just for him to allow his wings to fit comfortably under his clothes, framing his strong arms. He was beautiful, losing yourself in tracing your fingertips over his scars, barely noticing his eyes falling to his lap, his arms crossing over himself in defence.

"I know i'm not great to look at." He sighed out softly, eyes not daring to meet yours. If they had, he would have seen nothing but pure adoration as your fingertips moved to his chin, lightly tipping it upwards until your stares met, your lips finding his with a reassuringly gentle pressure.

"Warren Worthington, you are beautiful, every single part of you." You cooed, your kind words cutting through the insecurity until a smile he couldn't fight crept across his face.

"Yeah?" He beamed back, watching you intently as you lowered your head to his chest, lips mapping a path across his scars, "Every. Single. Part." You echoed, each word punctuated with a sweet kiss that had him sighing gently at the contact. You paused as your lips brushed the edge of his leather harness, glancing at his face once more to gauge his reaction. Warren's eyes fluttered shut, lips parted slightly in his blissful trance, nodding gently for you to continue. Working slowly, allowing for a changing mind in an instance, your fingers loosened the symmetrical buckles, earning a palpable sigh of relief from the angelic man before you. The straps fell from his shoulders with a push, clattering along the ground with a clang that made you jolt against Warren's lap. He groaned at the contact, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest as his wings began to unfold behind him.

The way the light danced on the unfurling feathers had your breath catching in your throat, the radiant white backdrop flecked with iridescent silver, swirling like the reflection of the stars on a swaying ocean. You watched as they spanned almost the width of the room, seeming to go on forever until finally he flexed at their full length, the defined muscles of his chest tensing and relaxing at the unrestricted movement. Without a thought you reached for the feathered expanse around you, trailing your fingertips over his wings for the first time. It was like delving your hand into liquid silk, the satin feel of the blooms softer than anything you'd felt before. You followed the pattern of the feathers outwards, hand pressing into the heavenly extremity, earning a guttural groan from Warren as you combed your fingers through them.

"That feels, really nice, (y/n)." He moaned, his hips starting buck against yours of their own accord, the intimacy of the moment stirring a warmth deep in his core.

"Your wings are so beautiful, I'm sorry you ever felt you had to hide them away. They're incredible, you're incredible Warren." You spoke sincerely, the admiration for his form clear in your awestruck gaze. You watched the easy smile light up his face as his grip on you tightened, and then all at once you were in the air, hovering above your bed as his wings supported you both with ease. His lips moved to yours as you floated in space, like two snowflakes hanging indefinitely on a breeze, threatening never to land on the cold ground below.

"If i'm incredible, it's only because you make me feel that way." Before you could form a coherent thought, let alone a response, he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, bodies slowly drifting back to the bed below, until he lay you down, his chest pressed to yours as his wings began to wrap around your body, their softness enveloping you on all sides. His hands quickly found the hem of your shirt, slowly drawing it up to reveal more of the etched lines that your mutation granted your skin. You sat up, allowing him to pull the fabric away, his loving gaze raking along your chest before his lips found their way there too, grazing each of the precious marks with a kiss as he lowered himself down your stomach.

"I love so many things about you (y/n)," He mused between soft love bites along your flesh, drinking in the content sighs you released with each one, "I love your kindness, and your brains, and your body, and every pretty mark on your skin." He paused at the waistband of your shorts, fingers hovering just along the edge, sending sparks through your core as they brushed lightly over your stomach. His big, blue eyes looked up hopefully, wanting to kiss every part of you, and make you feel as good, as special, as you make him feel everyday. You nodded, a deep sigh coursing through you as his fingers hooked inside the hem, ache building between your legs as any fabric covering them was slowly dragged away. Hunger burned in Warren's eyes as he looked down at you exposed, vulnerable, desperate for his touch and all his for the taking. He pushed your knees slightly apart, drinking in the sight of your centre, the edge of his wings brushing over the inside of your thighs, making you squirm with the delicate sensation. The white feathers settled there, drawing soft circles on the sensitive flesh, as Warren leaned down between them, planting a tentative kiss on your tingling clit. He smiled at the reaction the slight touch drew, your eyes falling shut as your hips bucked off the mattress.

"Do that again?" You breathed out, missing the delighted look in Warren's eyes as his tongue replaced his lips, licking along your sensitive bud and watching closely at the effect he had on you. He could taste your excitement growing, slick building between at your entrance with every suck and swirl of his tongue, the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. He positioned one finger teasingly at your entrance, gathering your excitement on his digit before pushing inside you slowly, watching for your reaction. Every sensation was magnified by his touch, the dance of his tongue in time with the incredible feeling of his finger inside you, the growing wetness and steady rhythm making your core tense of its own accord. The feather-light tickle of his wings inside your thighs had them trembling as he moved, the satin perfection of each brush drawing noises out from you that you'd never made before. It felt incredible and overwhelming and sensitive all at once, as the pressure inside you built to a peak you'd never felt anything like, your whole body seeming to vibrate all at once.

"Warren!" You cried out happily as the pleasure washed over you, feeling yourself tighten and clench around him as he hummed greedily against you, licking up the rush of wetness that came with your release. You felt euphoric, reaching your hands to grasp Warren's face and pulling it flush with yours, unable to fight back the beaming smiles as your lips met again.

"That was amazing." You sighed out, hands all but shaking as you slowly undid the button on jeans, desperate to feel more of him inside you, to help him feel the same incredible release. As you freed him of the fabric straining against his hard desire, his lips moved to your neck, kissing and sucking softly, as he kicked off his pants to leave nothing between the two of you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, as he looked down at you, needing to know you wanted this just as much as he did.

"I want you Warren, and i want my first time to be with you." You replied sweetly, trailing your fingers over his chest until you reached his manhood, wrapping your palm around him and pumping the length a few times as he nodded in agreement, lips returning to the sea of marks across your chest as he lined himself up with your dripping entrance. "Let me know if it hurts and we can pause or stop." He said warmly, waiting for your agreement before he began to push himself into you. You felt warm and full as his hips bucked against yours, his wings encircling your bodies until you were in a perfect cocoon of soft, glistening feathers. You rolled your hips up against his, moaning as you felt the angle change inside of you, the vibrations of your first orgasm leaving you so sensitive that every movement felt like sparks flying inside of you. Warren's forehead pressed against yours as he thrust his hips, groaning deeply at the feeling of your warm, wet entrance clenching around him, a perfect fit like you were always meant to be this close. His steady thrusts grew faster, his volume increasing as he chased his high, the feeling of being deep inside you more than he could hold himself back from.

"(y/n), I.." He groaned out, his own ecstasy imminent as you nodded your head, anticipating his release as his hips started to twitch erratically,

"it's okay baby, let go, I want to feel you inside me." You moaned out, returning your hands to his wings, your fingers running over the feathers in a blissful sensation that had Warren crying out your name as he let himself spill inside of you. You kept the gentle stroke of your fingers on his wings until he rolled sideways, falling onto the bed beside you, his wing wrapping over you like the most protective blanket you could hope for.

"That was amazing (y/n)." He sighed softly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as he cuddled in closer, his nose bumping into yours as your faces drew closer.

"It really was, I love you." You replied back, pulling your own blanket over the both of you as you settled into the cosy comfort of bed together.

"I love you too." He echoed softly, a weight lifted from his scarred shoulders as he allowed himself to relax into you, finally feeling like he's found his safe home; you.

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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Could you do one where the reader is Sebastian shaw daughter( ber mutant abilties are to control water kimd of like katara from avatar including the blood bending ) anyway and she either in a relationship with warren or erik ( young version ) you can pick which one

Yes ofc

The shaw curse

Pairing: Warren Worthington x Fem reader

Description: After running away from your father you end up in the xmen's school leading to you finding the love of your life

You ran as fast as you could not stopping until you found yourself in the middle of no where exhausted, hungry, and terrified of your father finding you and hurting you. You stop breathless crying until you passed out not knowing where you were or if your father was nearby and was going to take you back waking up hours later in an unfamiliar bed and room eyes wide and full of tears feeling a hand on your shoulder jumping turning to look seeing a man next to you who was covered in blue fur "You're safe don't be scared I'm Hank McCoy and you were found near the school". After recovering you end up moving in and going to the school becoming friends with a sweet boy named Kurt soon being in his small group of friends who all liked you and made you feel like you were a real human which your father never made you feel at all in your life even as a little kid which made you grow to hate him more for and you were willing to do anything to stop him from what he was doing. You soon met Warren after being in the friend group for awhile and soon the two of you were attached at the hip which surprised everyone soon developing feelings for the blonde despite his brooding behavior and sarcastic attitude you grew to love him and he loved you as well but thought he didn't deserve you and that you wouldn't reciprocate that changed when you both did the one thing you never did with and in front of other people. The two of you were in his room and he decided to let you not only see but even gently touch his wings as your fingers glided slowly over every feather and you show him your powers of not only controlling and manipulating water but when the moon is full you are able to control the fluids inside people's bodies like you do water. You and him go to the lake near the garden when a full moon feeling very terrified of what he would do or think of you "Sorry I'm nervous" you find and lift a fish out of the water soon you slowly start to make the fish move in a spine chilling way as the fish fights to break free and right before the fish stops moving you slowly lower the fish until it is back in the water putting your hands down as the fish swims away turning to look at warren. "That was unbelievable...you can do that to people?" you nod hesitantly as he hugs you and going back to his room to sleep agreeing to show everyone the next day in training feeling overwhelmed by it hoping that they all will still care about you and be your friend and that you can still stay at the school feeling it all flow as you walk in the training room. "You are still a friend and teammate..you're family" you turn to see professor Xavier teaching but nod at him when he looks at you knowing he was telepathically talking to you as you stand in front of your friend and teammate Scott ready to show them all your power starting slowly by moving his arm "Does it hurt?" he shakes his head as you continue then moving his neck mouthing sorry as you start moving his body at a much faster rate and soon you tear up with you hear the sick and loud cracking of his body as you move and tears flow as he yells in pain making you stop "I'm sorry I'm so sorry" you are pulled in a hug by warren followed by kurt and your friend Kitty while scott is helped up and checked out by hank. You are relieved when you find out he's okay immediately apologizing as he shakes his head knowing it wasn't your fault but you still blamed yourself until warren talked to you in his room "It's not your fault your still trying to control it don't do that to yourself" sealing the promise with a kiss which helped you calm down.

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