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mercurymilkshakes · 2 years

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17. “You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me god.” and 19. “I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.” for Warren Worthington III please!!!

Fools | Warren Worthington III

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: warren worthington III x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): mild swearing

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: scott forces warren to wrap his head around his very obvious feelings for you.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): the request above, thank you for requesting! (Sorry it took literally forever)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.3k

There you were, walking gracefully through the hall with a bundle of books in your arms, laughing at something Kurt had said as the boy ambled next to you, flicking his tail and tapping it against your arm to emphasize whatever point he was arguably making. Your nose scrunched up, the chuckle escaping your lips was light and bewitching.

You looked radiant, and Warren felt pathetic.

He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so wrapped up in this stupid little school boy crush of his. His mouth felt dry, his feathers ruffled, the back of his neck felt fiery hot, and his heart was beating a million times a minute.

Warren was enthralled. The ‘head over heels, past the point of no return’ kind of in infatuated.

“Dude,” Scott called as he passed, slapping a hand down on Warren’s shoulder before pulling away and pointing at him. “You’re whipped.”

As if he needed a reminder.

“Piss off, Summers.” Warren scoffed, a distant pink dancing along his cheeks.

Scott turned back at this, clearly believing that missing his next class was a small price to pay for embarrassing Warren further- or at least, that’s what Warren believed. Really, the boy with burning eyes just wanted to help… and yeah, maybe make a joke or two- but who could blame him? It’s his core personality.

“Talk to them, Worthington.” Scott stressed, coming to stand next to the winged boy as they watched you get further and further away from them, disappearing down the hall with Kurt talking rapidly at your side.

Warren gazed after your retreating figure until he could no longer see you, finally focusing on Scott and glaring at his own ruby coloured reflection in Scott’s glasses.

“What’s the point?” Warren muttered, feeling the faint head rush of having you near, slowly leave his mind.

Scott spluttered, “‘What’s the point?’” He asked incredulously, “Is your head full of feathers, too? They like you too, idiot.”

“Shut up, Scott.”

“No- no this is ridiculous, I have to listen to Jean constantly ramble about how obsessed you are with each other- and I’d rather not hear about your love life when I’m trying to cultivate my own, thank you. All you gotta do is say more than two words to them, and you’re golden!’ Scott practically shouted, his voice echoing around the empty hallway.

“Scott, stop talking before I put your head through a wall.” Warren rolled his eyes, not wanting to dwell on the idea that you were possibly thinking of him too. He didn’t want to be let down by false hope. “Besides- I do talk to them-“

“You have to actually confess, big guy!” Scott insisted, wrapping his arms around Warren’s bicep as his voice gathered a mocking tone, “Then you can be all lovey-dovey with them, and ride- or fly- off into the sunset.” He pictured, comically raising a hand in front of them to emphasize his image.

Warren still wasn’t convinced.

“You have until the count of three to remove your hands from my person or so help me god.” The winged boy glared until Scott defensively backed away.

“Alright, alright. Just give it a try, they may surprise you.” Scott sighed, “I’m already late for class with professor wheelchair so I’ll catch you later, man”

“Try not to.” Warren snapped, his feathers rustling as he shouldered his wings around for Scott to walk past.

“Harsh.” Scott clicked his tongue, but otherwise left it alone, and instead took off down the hall, leaving Warren alone with his thoughts.

He couldn’t help but dot around the idea that— maybe you did like him. You had been the first person to show him any sort of good favour when he’d first moved in.

He knew his reputation, and had been slapped with a healthy dose of surprise that you seemed to look past that reputation with a dazzling smile that always had him wondering— was he really the institute’s resident ‘Angel’, or were you?

Warren sidled up next to a large window and lay his forehead on the glass, reminding himself that you weren’t nice to him because you liked him. You were just kind, regardless of a person’s nature. It’s one of the many things he loved and admired about you.

It was quiet as Warren closed his eyes and listened to the distant chirp of birds outside- allowing the ambiance to calm him, even just a bit.

Then, his eyes shot open and he pulled himself away from the window, wings beating against the wall subconsciously, pushing him back a good few feet as if the chill of the glass on his face had, in fact, burned him.

Love? Since when was it love that had shoved these uncomfortable, twitching butterflies in his stomach? When did it change from an innocent crush to something as drastic as love?

But the more Warren entertained the idea, the less he could argue against it.

He loved you.

He loved you, he loved you, he loved you.

Warren’s feathers pressed against the wall at his back, and his knees buckled as he held a hand to his eyes in frustration.

He could barely discuss having a crush on you- let alone being fully irreversibly in love with you.

Sitting in some random hallway of the institute, having had the wind knocked out of his wings- he felt even more pathetic than he had before.

Then, his heart fell further when he heard you call his name.

“Warren? Are you alright?”

He focused in on his surroundings and found that you had sat in front of him— and god knows how long you’d been waving a hand in front of his hazy eyes.

“Hey- hi- yeah, I’m fine!” He rushed, cheeks turning pink as he heaved a few breaths in.

This is ridiculous— he should not be this bent out of shape simply because you’re in his presence.

But then you laugh, and offer him a kind smile, and a, ‘You sure? You look high’.

“I’m not- why are you here, anyway?” Warren asked, his defensive voice coming off more ‘offensive’ than he meant it to.

“Is that a little ‘tude I’m hearing?” You joke, sitting down at his side, allowing one of his wings to just barely brush against your back.

Nevertheless, you answer his question, “I honestly thought Jean was gonna be here- she sent me some garbled mind-message about meeting her in the hallway across from the statue of some old guy.”

You point down the hall at a marble statue, standing poised and tranquil— and Warren laughs.

“There are like eight different hallways with ‘old-guy’ statues at the end of them, are you sure you have the right one?” Warren asks, trying to calm the nervous shake in his hands.

“She said it was also the hallway next to the physics class, so here I am.” You grin. “And instead of finding Jean, I found you in a crisis- so what’s up, Warren, you’re clearly not as ‘alright’ as you’d have me believe.”

You nod at his hands, and he cursed himself silently— wishing you hadn’t noticed the very obvious tremble.

Then your own hands took his, trying your best to soothe whatever fears were firing through them— and he was suddenly very thankful that you had noticed.

Warren thought to himself for a moment, and mulled over what Scott had said about confessing to you, and just getting it over with.

It then occurred to him— Scott and Jean were both assholes.

They set this up.

Warren groaned, going against his better judgment when he pulled his hands from yours and covered his face, mumbling through his palms.

“Well- I’m very young, very foolish, and…” Warren paused, letting his hands fall to his lap as he looked anywhere but at you.

“And?” You grin, expecting some silly final statement.

‘Screw it’, Warren thinks.

“And very in love with you.”

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rax-writes · 6 years

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Title: Playing Nurse Fandom: X-Men Characters: Warren Worthington III x Reader Word Count: 1,157 Warnings: None Notes: Request from anon for, “Could you do a Warren Worthington x reader imagine where he looks after the reader while she's sick but she's in denial about being sick? Thank you! Ive been really sick today 😂🙃” // Hello, dear anon! I hope you don’t mind, but I changed it up a bit so that Warren is the one in denial about being sick, because that certainly feels like something he’d do, and I thought it would be equally cute this way. I hope you still enjoy it! ♥

You knew that shit was about to hit the fan the moment you heard the first sneeze. Although Warren was clearly still oblivious, merely haphazardly wiping his nose a bit with the back of his jacket sleeve, you already knew what was coming.

It took another two days or so before he started getting worse. The first few days after the first sneeze were simply filled with more sneezes, but by the third day, you knew that Warren Worthington III was well and truly under the weather – although he would be the last to admit it.

He unceremoniously plopped down next to you at breakfast on the morning of the third day, with half-lidded puffy red eyes, a red nose, and his usually impeccable hair in a disheveled mess. He sniffled before managing to choke out a gravely, “Hi.”

“Warren, baby… are you sick?” you inquired carefully, although you knew what sort of response you’d get.

“No.”

“You look pretty sick, man,” Scott noted, raising an eyebrow at the lackluster, winged young man seated across the table from him.

“I’m not sick. I don’t get sick,” Warren declared, his voice still scratchy, and you could tell that it strained him to speak.

“Warren has adopted the mentality that he’s got the immune system of a god, but in reality, he gets sick as easily as the rest of us,” you explained, and Scott nodded in understanding.

“I do have the immune system of a go—,” Warren began to argue, but his response was interrupted by a coughing fit, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’d attempt to convince you to go back to bed and get some rest, but I know you won’t go for it,” you admitted.

“Would if you joined me,” Warren retorted with a wink – and a cough.

“Yeah, I’ll go ahead and pass on that until you’re no longer a carrier of the plague,” you said, and Warren just grinned a bit and shook his head. “A least today is Friday, so you just have to make it through today without dying, and then you’ll have the rest of the weekend to rest. But, you are going to take some DayQuil.”

Warren groaned as you fished around in your large purse.

“Do you seriously carry everything in that damn bag?”

“No, but I have been carrying DayQuil since you first started sneezing,” you said, and he groaned again when you handed him the tiny foil-covered package. “Don’t be a baby. It’s not going to do anything but help you.”

Muttering a half-hearted “Don’t call me a baby” under his breath, Warren complied and downed the pills.

“Happy?” he inquired, and you nodded, smiling warmly at him.

And God help him, Warren knew he’d do anything just to see that smile.

Warren got slightly worse throughout the day, being that you weren’t with him all day to encourage him to take the next installment of his medicine, and you knew damn well that it had sat idly in his pocket since you gave it to him that morning. By the time he got back to his room that evening, he looked remarkably zombie-like, his wings dragging on the floor and his shoulders slumped, and he even let out a few undead groans here and there.

You were waiting for his return, seated on his bed with a still-fizzing cup of Alka-Seltzer in hand. Warren gave a small smile the moment he laid eyes on you – then he noticed the cup in your hand, and groaned again.

“You know full well that you need this, so I don’t even want to hear it,” you chided, and he wordlessly kicked off his boots before sitting next to you on the bed and taking the cup with a scowl. He gave you one last pleading look, as if to make sure you were serious about him having to drink it. All it took was a raise of your eyebrows and a serious look for him to down the Alka-Seltzer.

“How do you feel? You were starting to get stuffy this morning, but I can tell that you’re definitely worse off now,” you observed, affectionately brushing a few stray blond curls out of his face.

“I feel like I haven’t slept in a fucking week, and I can’t breathe through my nose at all. And my head has been throbbing for the past three hours,” Warren answered, laying back on the bed with his arms and wings spread out.

As much as you teased him for how pitiful he was when he was sick, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Warren was always used to being energetic, always ready for the next adventure, regardless of whether it was a heavy metal concert or a trip to the supermarket. He was always busying himself with something, and being sick made him miserable and lethargic enough that he didn’t have the energy to do the things that he normally does. That’s why he hated being sick so much – and that’s why he always tried to deny that he was sick.

“I’m going to run to the store for some ice cream, and when I get back, I’ll make us a blanket fort and we can watch movies until we fall asleep. How’s that sound?” you suggested, and Warren smiled warmly at you.

“That sounds awesome, babe.”

“Good,” you said, patting his knee before standing and putting your shoes on. Warren sat back up on the bed, leaning back on his hands as he watched you. “Don’t you dare leave this room for anything besides bathroom breaks, okay?”

“Okay,” Warren complied, then frowned at you. “Are you seriously about to leave without kissing me goodbye?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, then gently pressed the back of your hand against his forehead.

“No fever, so you’re likely not contagious…. I suppose a goodbye kiss won’t kill me.”

Warren smirked then, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer before kissing you softly and lovingly.

“By the way, if you’re gonna keep being my nurse, I think you really ought to wear that sexy nurse costume from last Halloween…. You know, for the sake of accuracy.”

“Nice try, but I’m quite certain that the sexy nurse costume is a very far cry from how nurses actually dress. But I can also pick up some scrubs while I’m out, if you’d like?” you offered, and Warren scowled a bit at the fact that his plan didn’t work. You just laughed and kissed him again before heading to the door.

“Remember what I said! You better rest until I get back,” you called over your shoulder as you left, and you could practically hear him roll his eyes.

Warren liked to pretend to resist your requests and/or commands, but you both knew that he was completely wrapped around your finger. And he damn sure wouldn’t have it any other way.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Scenario Prompt: Warren Worthington (Angel), surprises you with your favorite food, because he loves you. Requested by: @belloangelus - sorry it took so long!

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x GN!Reader *I write these characters as 20+ since their ages are not explicitly stated in the movies.

Warnings: None!

Words: 1k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Marvel Taglist: @trashywritestrash, @marvelouslyme96, @supersourlemon13, @simsiddy, @peter-parkers-cullen-nerd

*This is an a.u. in which you all live at Xaviers school. Warren survived and changed sides during Apocalypse like Storm and Erik did.

You let out a deep breath of relief as you finally walked back through the halls of the school. You had only been gone for a few hours, but it felt like an eternity.

As you walked up the staircase, you locked eyes with Warren. His smile faltered as he saw you worn out face. You tried to smile at him, but you were only able to give a faint quirk of the lips.

Stopping at the top of the stairs, he was now frowning at you. He took a step closer and gently touched your face. "What happened?"

"We ran into some mutant hunters." You said with a run-down voice.

You saw the concern in Warrens face deepen. You didn't have to explain what happened, he knew it would have been bad. "Did they hurt you?"

You shook your head. "No, no one got hurt, and the hunters were apprehended, but it was just....rough." You sighed out.

He nodded his head lightly as he took a small step closer and pressed a reassuring kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

You just smiled softly at him, which came easier this time, as you felt comforted by his presence. "Walk me to my room?" You asked softly as you moved to head down the hall.

He slipped his arm around your waist as he walked with you, walking you into your room. He stood at the doorway as you slid off your shoes.

"Do you need anything?"

You looked up at him and shook your head. "I think I'm gonna take a nice long bath and then stay in here the rest of the night. Get some take out maybe, I'd like it if you joined me." You met his eyes almost shyly.

Warren nodded his head lightly with a smile before he stretched out his arms. "I'll be right here, just like I always am."

You stood up and walked over to him, falling into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you and smiled into your neck before pressing a soft kiss to it. "I'll be here when you get out of the bath okay? Take your time to relax, you need it."

You pulled away, smiling at him and nodding as you headed into the bathroom after grabbing some clothes. Warren waited until he heard the bath begin to run before he slipped out of your room.

The long soak in the bath helped your nerves to disappear, even as you thought over everything that had happened. Your legs were tired from running, but by tomorrow you were sure you wouldn't feel the ache anymore.

Looking at your fingers, you noticed they had begun to prune. You had been in the bath long enough. Climbing out, you dried yourself off before getting into your pajamas.

As you walked out into your room, you knew Warren would be there, you had heard him moving around. But you stopped mid stride when you saw what he had done.

On the bottom half of the bed, laid out on various trays, were some of your favorite take-out foods. Various drinks he knew you enjoyed, and in smaller containers, you recognized as being from some of your favorite dessert shops.

He looked up at you with a smile, as he set down some forks, spoons and napkins. "Surprise." He said with a soft amused voice.

You were about to question how he got so much food so fast, but then you recalled who he was. You smiled brightly at him as you walked to the edge of the bed, your eyes looking over all the food, as the smell wafted to your nose. Your mouth began to salivate as your stomach seemed to churn with acknowledgement.

"You got so much." You laughed out.

He shrugged his shoulders with a smile. "I wasn't sure what you would prefer more, so...I got all of it."

You let out a soft giggle as you stepped over to him, pressing a quick and soft kiss to his lips. "You're always so sweet to me."

His smile grew a bit wider. "Always will be."

"You didn't have to do this, you know." You said softly.

He shrugged a bit. "I know. But I wanted to. Because I love you, and I want to make you happy. Especially after what happened today."

You smiled at him as you felt your eyes begin to grow a bit wet. You weren't expecting it, but it seemed that the stress, exhaustion and emotion from the day had piled up.

Warren noticed it almost before you did. Quickly he scooped you into a hug and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm alright Warren, I promise." Your voice was muffled as he had your face pressed against him.

Pulling back a bit, he peered back down at your eyes, noticing the tears seemed to have reseeded. You gave him a small smile, "I love you too Warren. Thank you." He smiled at you, before pecking a soft kiss to your nose, making you giggle.

He shrugged his head towards the bed and smile. "Come on, you need to eat."

You pulled away, and began to climb onto the bed, Warren settling beside you. You smiled at the food, as you looked at all of it. "I don't know where to start."

Warren wrapped his arm around your waist as he sat closer, handing you a tray. "Why not get a bit of everything?" He suggested.

You glanced at him, before looking back at the food. You thought for a brief moment, before smiling. "You know what, I think I will." You smiled as you began to pile a little of everything onto a large plate.

Warren smiled in amusement as he began to grab some food for himself. His smile became one of fondness and pride as he saw the genuine smile on your face. He was glad he was able to distract you from the days events, and even more happy he could make you smile.

You were always there, prepared to help him relax and de-stress. So he knew it was about time he did it for you. You needed rest sometimes too, and he was perfectly content with you resting together, side by side.

xx End xx

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swanimagines · 2 years

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[x] IMAGINE WARREN SHOWING HIS SOFTER SIDE BY GIVING YOU HIS LEATHER JACKET WHEN YOU'RE FEELING COLD.

requested by anon

Warren wasn't exactly someone who showed affection. He had grown up with a father who despised mutants and people had kidnapped him to Germany and made him fight other mutants against his will - so when he met you, a non-mutant, he thought that you'd be just another one of those who would look at him with disgust, or at least think of him as a lesser being from yourself.

So it was a surprise for him when you actually were kind to him and treated him as your equal, and he kind of started thinking of you as a friend. He still appeared cold and indifferent about you, but it wasn't because he didn't like you. He did like you. But he was afraid that if he lets himself to become close with you, he'll lose you eventually somehow and it would be another disappointment.

Professor Xavier admired your skill to keep up with Warren, you had an amazing skill to just let it be if he was on a bad mood and didn't get hurt. You understood. And he decided to tell it to Warren too.

"Y/N is a friend you wouldn't want to lose," he had said. "I'd advise you to be more kind to them."

It was difficult for him, it really was. His trust for humans had been shattered to a million pieces a long time ago - but you had somehow lit up a hope again. A hope that there's more people who think of mutants as their equals, but their voice has been drowned because of loud protesters.

One day, when they were on a summer trip, a sunny day had turned slightly colder than the news predicted - and of course you hadn't taken your cardigan with you. You hugged yourself and jumped in place for a few times to get yourself warmed up, but then you suddenly felt a jacket being laid on your shoulders. At first you thought it was Kurt, the boy was always caring about his friends. Or maybe even Scott, even though that wasn't like him. But actually seeing the jacket almost made you believe you were dreaming, it was Warren's jacket. You looked up at the boy standing behind you, and he offered you a careful smile. It took you a moment, but you started to smile too, knowing that your friendship would properly start here.

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maximoffs-girl · 3 years

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Hey, I would love a ship please!

X-men

5'7", pear shape, blonde with blue eyes, multiple ear piercings, and lightly tattooed

Bi with a preference for men

She/they

I'm an intj, and my enneagram is tied b/w 4&6. A sarcastic and dry sense of humour, and poor people skills. I'm very loyal and invested in helping my friends and enjoy spending time with those that I am close with. My love language is words of affection.

Movies and tv shows, music, knitting, pottery, yoga, history and anthropology

A tie between Honey Lungs by Said the Whale and Momentary Bliss by Gorillaz

Accepted, it always made me feel better during exam season seeing that people can succeed even if they don't have the best grades.

Deep red and lavender shades are my favourites

Wombats for sure

Being able to convert energy into different types of energy (like light, heat, sound, etc)

Homemade macaroni and cheese with tomato sauce is to die for (that or a pork-apple stew)

A good sense of humour (and freckles)

Hi honey! I ship you with...

Warren Worthington III

Warren may seem like a tough guy, but he's putty in your hands

Likes to tell you very bad jokes because they make you laugh and roll your eyes at him

He adores your laugh and your dry sense of humor

Never fails to cheer him up

Is secretely a softie (but don't tell anyone!!)

Wraps you up in his wings when you two are cuddling

Doesn't want to take you flying because he's scared he'll drop you or hurt you

Unless you absolutely beg him, then he'll take you on a little flight

Loves to watch movies with you, even if he doesn't like the genre

Admires your loyalty to your loved ones

Warren thinks your piercings and tattoos are so cool

Constantly asks you questions about them

"And that one? Did that hurt?" "What does that one mean?"

He gives the best kisses btw

But doesn't like PDA, because he's Mr. Tough Guy

Will maybe hold your hand

Warren really, really loves you even though he's not the best at showing it

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theblognobodyhasaskedfor · 3 years

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MASTERLIST

Jerome Valeksa:

The Final PUNCHline

Waren Worthington III:

Levitating

#writing #reader insert #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #waren worthington iii #warren worthington x reader

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supercap2319 · 4 months

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"Have Scott or Peter said anything about your long blonde locks?" Y/N asked Warren.

Warren ran a hand through his soft hair and frowned. "No. Why?"

"You should cut it. It looks really hot." Y/N wiggled a finger as some scissors floated towards them.

"Y/N? Get those the fuck away from me." Warren put his hands protectively on his head.

#x male reader #male reader insert #archangel #Archangel x male reader #Angel x-men #x men comics #warren worthington iii #Warren Worthington III x male reader #ben hardy #Ben Hardy x male reader

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only-sturmfrei · 4 years

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Archangel/Warren imagine

Imagine

Having angel wings like warren and meeting him for the first time.

I was finally out of the infirmary. Scott had been showing me around for a while. “-And that’s the woods. No one goes down there besides y/n,” Scott shrugged.

“Who’s Y/n? Jean never mentioned a Y/n,” I mumbled. “You wouldn’t like them. They stay alone and don’t like company,” Scott said, “kinda like you. Maybe you would like them. I mean they were trapped in a hospital and apparently there were things trying to kill them and the other kids.They don’t like talking about, but you can still see evidence from it.”

Scott walked me into the forest. It was very eerie with how gloomy and silent it was. I saw a small bird plushie on one of the branches of the trees. “Where are they?” I asked

Something in front of me fell and saw someone swinging on a branch upside down like a bat. What I assume was a white cape was almost touching the ground. The cape was huge- and fluffy?

The ‘cape’ fluffed up to reveal huge wings stretching across the trees. I was in awe. “You needed me Scott?” Y/n said still upside down. “This is Warren and I thought you would like to meet him because you both have wings,” Scott said.

Y/n just nodded and waved at me.

#xmen #archangel #warren worthington iii #imagine #shortfic #cute #too many hashtags #marvel #feathers #wings #like #comics #cyclops #Scott summers #reader insert

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myriadimagines · 4 years

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[x] // requester: anonymous // request here

IMAGINE: FLYING WITH WARREN.

“Warren...” you uneasily start, clinging to his hand as you watch his wings protrude and stretch from his back. “Are you sure about this?”

Warren secures his arms around your waist, cockily grinning at you as he holds you close. “Just hold onto me, and you’ll be fine.”

Before you can say anything, you let out a yelp as Warren suddenly launches into the sky, swooping in the air as you wrap your arms around his neck. He tosses his head back in ecstatic laughter, feeling the wind against his face as the two of you soar over the city.

#marvel imagine #x men imagine #warren worthington iii imagine #marvel #marvel gif #x men #x men gif #warren worthington iii #warren worthington iii gif #gif imagine #imagine #imagines #reader insert

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mercurymilkshakes · 3 years

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Puzzle Pieces | Warren Worthington III

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: warren worthington III x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): some swearing lol

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: warren thinks deeply about his past, and debates his place in the world.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): “people piss me off so fucking much!” “do I count as people?” “of course not.” + “I can’t move because you’re sitting on top of me.” “have you thought that maybe the problem isn’t me sitting on you, but you sitting under me.”

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

It’s hard to find people to relate to sometimes. To fit in, and find a place you sincerely belong. We all have puzzle piece hearts hidden deep in our chests, ones that we pull apart to try and cram it along in any empty space we can find in this bigger picture of life.

This haunting feeling of estrangement is a universal struggle- one of which almost every person understands.

Although, the case is a little different for a mutant. Those little strands of DNA have woven a stark difference along the puzzle pieces of good people. A difference that sets them blatantly apart from the rest of the board.

This was especially true for Warren, who not only had a very obvious physical mutation- but whom had reformed from a broken and bloody past.

After all that had gone down with Apocalypse, many students watched him walk through the halls of Xavier’s Institute with a great amount of fear in their eyes. They cowered away from his wings as if the fluffy feathers would burn them should they dare to come close.

Half the time, Warren wondered why he’d even bothered joining the X-Men after all that had happened.

The other half, he didn’t have to wonder. It was you.

You who had pulled him from the wreckage of the jet crash, despite him being buried beneath a pile of heated steel. You who insisted he be saved. You who had burned the palms of your hands trying to get him out.

Even now, he saw the scars on your fingers as you spoke with Ororo- talking rapidly with exaggerated hand motions. He remembered those same hands being the ones to heal him and bring him back to his former self, feathered wings and all.

He knew it was you that convinced him to stay, even when the not so quiet whispers and the fairly obvious glares told him to go.

At first it was a simple blossoming friendship, a little plant that you diligently watered into a blooming flower, and then painted those petals with romance.

The relationship was still quite new, but Warren found comfort in every shy kiss, every sweet smile, and every spine tingling time you’d absentmindedly played with his feathered wings.

“People piss me off so fucking much!” You exclaimed, smiling and laughing along with Ororo as you finished your, no doubt, drama-filled story.

This statement pulled Warren from his thoughts. That- and the way you greeted him briefly, cupping his chin and leaving a simple kiss along his hairline while planting yourself in his lap.

Warren grinned and wove an arm around your waist, stretching out his wings as much as he could in the not so spacious armchair. He rested the arch of one wing along your shoulders, and you felt the slight weight of it against your back.

“Do I count as people?” Warren asked teasingly, referring to whatever you had been talking about only moments ago.

You laugh, patting his cheek gently, “Of course not. Although I can’t say the same for a certain speedster.” Your gaze moves along the room to the silver headed figure slumped against the couch cushions only six feet away.

Peter looked up from his gameboy for a split second, having only barely been paying attention, “What’d I do?” He asked, still mainly focusing on his game as he stuck out a tongue and carefully planned out what button he should press next.

“Just yesterday, you stole my plate right out of my hands! I know it was you, Pete, one minute they were there, and the next they were gone.” You pointed at the boy in an accusatory manner.

Peter hummed, suddenly producing a lollipop from God knows where, putting it in his mouth as he pressed a button on his gameboy with his other hand, “Oh yeah, those waffles were really good by the way, your cooking skills are definitely improving.”

You huff and roll your eyes, looking defeatedly at Warren.

Warren shrugged and spoke with an amused tone, “I don’t know what you want me to do, love.”

“Kill him.” You say without hesitation, making Ororo- who sat on the other end of the couch from Peter- snort into her closed fist.

“I would do exactly that,” He promised emptily- deciding to go along with your antics, “but I can’t move because you’re sitting on top of me.”

“Have you thought that maybe the problem isn’t me sitting on top of you, but you sitting under me?” You reply, not even waiting for a response as you pat his chest, “Checkmate, angel.”

As you stand up, you call out to the silver speedster, “I’m coming for you, Gonzales.” You warn.

Peter’s eyes widen as he rushes to get off the couch, “At least wait till I’m done with my Pokémon battle!”

Warren laughed as you and Peter attempted to wrestle right then and there, Peter shouting incoherent apologies for taking your food- being drowned out by the laughter in the room- the loudest of such coming from Peter himself.

Warren watched, adoring the way you attempted to keep a serious composure while Peter pleaded with you, stating that you were the reason his Pokémon would be orphaned.

“What do you even have on your team?” You ask, laughing as Peter struggled against your arm.

“Uhhh an Eevee-” Peter was interrupted by your gasp as you release him from the gentle headlock he’d been trapped in.

“Show me!” You sit on the floor next to him in excitement as Peter smugly hands you his gameboy, thinking he took the easiest way out of your little fight.

You hold up the device so Warren can see the pixelated creature, “Look, angel, this Eevee’s trainer is about to get totally fucked.” You said casually, maintaining the excited tone of voice.

It was Peter’s turn to gasp, standing quickly from the floor and dodging the grab you made for his arm. His voice was about three octaves higher as he screamed, “You’re a monster!”

Warren grinned as you got up off the floor to chase the man who quite undoubtedly was faster than yourself, shooting Warren a sweet smile before you began the hunt for your waffle thief.

He knew maybe he hadn’t found his place yet. Warren had yet to discover where his puzzle piece belonged in the big picture, but with the feeling you always gave him- that fluttery, warm feeling- he just knew that wherever his place was, it’d fit perfectly next to you.

Basically implied that reader’s mutation is healing but that can kinda go hand in hand with any other mutation. aNyway, I haven’t written a oneshot in a long time and I really hope you enjoyed! -♠️

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Title: Reckless Fandom: X-Men Word Count: 2,460 Characters: Warren Worthington III x Reader, Jean Grey, mentions of Peter Maximoff and Scott Summers Warnings: Smut, somewhat public sex Notes: Reader has a vagina. // Based on @emmcfrxst‘s suggestion for “Warren + being teased to his breaking point….” & an anon’s suggestion for “Warren smut idea: In Public.”

Warren knew exactly what you were doing – and he knew that you knew it, too.

From the Megadeath t-shirt that you stole from him, to the black stockings that you wore in lieu of pants, all the way down to the black platform heels – he knew that you were teasing him.

And he fucking hated that it was working.

The concert venue was a small one, and numerous attendees were already piled inside. The attention of many was occupied by the bar in the back, so Warren was still able to get to the front of the stage, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Peter, Jean, and Scott followed closely behind, and wormed their way in-between others to stand next to you and Warren. He assumed his usual position, behind you with his arms on either side of you, hands resting on the barricade in front of you, to avoid anyone attempting to steal your spot or push you out of the way.

That was always the way Warren stood when he went to concerts with you, and you knew that it was one of those ‘saying I love you, without actually saying it’ things. He wanted you to be able to see the show well, and he wanted to be able to keep people off you in the event of the formation of a mosh pit.

You leaned back against him, head resting on Warren’s shoulder as you looked around the venue. It was a small building, with a small stage, and just enough room left over for a pit area, a space for the merch tables, and a couple undoubtedly dirty bathrooms. Posters, some likely older than you, hung on the walls, and a few had signatures from their corresponding bands. Your shoes stuck to the floor a bit, as it was still sticky from the beer spilled at the last concert. The place was old and grungy – and you couldn’t have loved it more.

Abruptly, you realized that you had been neglecting the mission you had created for yourself: to tease the fuck out of your surly, winged boyfriend.

At first, Warren didn’t notice what you were doing – or, if he did, he didn’t acknowledge it. You leaned forward onto the barricade between you and the stage, resting your forearms against it and pressing your ass against Warren’s crotch. You tilted your head to have a chat with Jean, and you could tell by the knowing smirk on her face that she was aware of what you were doing. Occasionally, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, just enough so that you were rubbing against Warren. After your conversation with Jean ended, and you began looking around the venue again, you continued your ministrations.

After about ten minutes of teasing, Warren grabbed both of your hips mid-movement, and leaned over you so that his lips were at your ear.

“I know what you’re doing, princess. And you better fucking stop, because two can play at this little game of yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, in a falsely innocent tone. Warren only smirked and shook his head – but you knew that his warning was serious. But that didn’t do much to deter you.

Once the concert started, you resumed your previous actions: leaning on the barricade and moving just enough to rub against Warren. Additionally, you occasionally stood up to dance casually against Warren, leaning back on him and wrapping your arms around his neck, letting them trail down his neck and chest. After listening to a few songs, and keeping up your teasing, Warren gave you a second warning.

His muscled arm wrapped around you, across your hips, and he casually kissed along your shoulder, and up your neck. By the time he reached your ear, your intentions were completely forgotten, as was the band before you.

“Final warning,” Warren declared, his voice low and gravely against your skin, before gently biting your earlobe, then returning his attention to the show.

You knew that you should listen to him. Warren’s patience was depleting – as was the room left in his already-tight leather pants. But, then again, it was his fault for always making your punishment so enjoyable.

So, you decided against ceasing your actions. You event went as far as to openly flirt with the guitarist of the band, who kept frequenting the space in front of you. After they finished a song, he pressed a kiss to his pick before handing it to you, a seductive look in his eye. You mouthed a slow ‘thank you’ to him, then kissed the same spot that he had, and stuck it in your pocket.

You didn’t even have time to turn and gauge Warren’s reaction – he was already grabbing you by the arm, pulling you behind him as he wordlessly made his way through the crowd, heading for the door. He remained silent as he led you outside, and that silence, combined with the thin line that his lips had formed and the steely look in his eyes, only made excitement bubble up inside of you.

When the two of you reached the desolate, dead-end alley behind the venue, the music inside still seeping through the walls and reaching your ears, you turned to Warren and opened your mouth to speak – but before you could utter a single word, he pushed you back against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to shock you, and although you attempted to conceal your reaction, your eyes widened slightly, and your lips remained parted.

Warren stepped towards you slowly, like a predator approaching its prey. His eyes were dark and his pupils were wide – and you knew that it wasn’t just because it was dark out. His tongue darted out, and you were borderline ashamed of how intently your eyes watched its path across his lips, before disappearing between them once more. By the time he reached you, standing toe-to-toe with you as he looked down at you, you felt dizzy. He leaned forward as if he were going to kiss you, his lips inching towards you at an irritatingly slow pace – then, just before he made contact, he grabbed your jaw and turned your head to the side so that his lips were now at your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. In the same movement, he also moved so that his knee was between your legs, his body leaning into yours as he pressed into you.

“What’s up with you tonight, hmm? You act like you’re fucking sex-starved – but baby, we both know that isn’t the case,” Warren inquired, his voice a few octaves deeper than normal and his tone teasing, before pressing a light kiss to the shell of your ear. His lips were so close that you could feel them pull into a smirk against your skin when you let out a faint whine, tugging impatiently at the hem of his jeans.

“Oh c’mon, princess, that’s no way to act – not that you’ve been behaving well tonight, anyway. But looking at you in those fucking stockings, and those fucking heels –” he let out a low whistle, “I’m willing to let it slide. Now, tell me what it is that you want from me. Tell me, and you’ll get whatever you want.”

He did this often – Warren always loved actually hearing you say how badly you wanted him. He loved hearing the desperation in your voice, the way it’d raise a few octaves at your annoyance that he was making you beg instead of just giving you what you wanted, what you needed. But, you knew that once he requested it, playing along was the only way for you to actually get what it was that you so needed.

“I want you to fuck me, Warren. Please.”

“Right here, in this alley? Where anyone could walk out here, at any moment, and see us?” he teased with another smirk. You nodded in confirmation, and tugged on the hem of his pants again. “You naughty little thing.”

Warren’s hands were quick to dive beneath the T-shirt of his that you wore, grabbing fistfuls of your ass. One of your arms slid beneath his leather jacket, wrapping around his torso, and the other clutched his bicep. His hands slid upwards until the clutched the hem of your shirt, grabbing it and pulling it off you, breaking the kiss only for a moment, before discarding it somewhere on the ground next to the two of you. You didn’t hesitate to follow his lead, yanking the jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, allowing you more access to him – but still, you craved more. And judging from the bulge in his pants, he felt the same way.

Warren’s hands fell to your hips, taking his time with running his fingers across the lace of your garter belt, still caught up in a hungry kiss. After he had taken a moment to enjoy your clothing of choice, he skillfully undid the clasps that held up the stockings, allowing them to fall to knee-level, although he clearly had no intention of removing them from you, indicating how much he truly did enjoy them. His hand was quick to slip into your panties, checking to see if you were ready for him or not, simultaneously finding your clit with ease and teasing you a bit, knowing that you longed for much more than that. In truth, you had been ready for him for the past half hour – and judging from the smirk that momentarily graced his lips, Warren was well aware of that. Growing impatient, and knowing that he would definitely continue to tease you if you let him, you removed the condom that you knew damn well he had in his front left pocket, then skillfully unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down to his knees, and rolled the condom over his length, which earned a low, choked gasp from him. Being the intelligent young man that he was, he got the not-so-subtle hint.

In one quick motion, Warren shoved your panties down, over your stockings and down to your ankles. As he lifted you up, his grip firm and strong beneath your thighs, your heels and panties both fell to the ground, and he sank you down onto his length. You were thankful for the loud music drifting from inside the venue, due to the positively obscene moans that you both let out in unison – but that thought was very fleeting, because Warren wasted no time in setting a fast, steady pace, holding you against the brick wall as he thrust upwards into you. The exceptionally rough, unforgiving texture of the wall scratching against the tender skin of your back was not doing you any favors – but the way Warren expertly hit a particularly sweet spot deep inside of you with each thrust, most certainly was.

You hooked your ankles together behind Warren’s back, pulling him as close to you as possible. One of your hands made the familiar path up to his hair, and clutching the blond curls at the base of his neck, occasionally tugging lightly when he hit a particularly incredible spot within you, which always earned gruff, gravely moans from him. His lips haphazardly trailed across your jaw and down your neck, leaving messy kisses in his wake, before traveling back up to capture you in a desperate kiss, his warm tongue sliding against yours. His fingers were beginning to dig into your thighs as he clutched you there, in a weak attempt to ground himself. Both of you were nearing your ends, ascending towards your highs, yet enjoying the moment too much to allow it to end quickly.

However, despite the efforts from you both, the end was so incredibly near that your vision was blurring and a tight, insistent coil was forming in your stomach. Meagerly trying to forewarn him of your imminent release, Warren’s name fell from your lips in a stammered plea. It was evident that he had been waiting for you to near your end, because he quickly and seamlessly adjusted his grip on you, allowing him to hold you with only one hand, your back pressed against the cold brick wall, the other to travel upwards, finding your clit with practiced ease, and rubbing quick, little circles there. Your nails dug into his back with enough force that you knew he would likely have light bruising there – although you knew that he loved seeing marks from you.

After his ministrations on your clit began, it didn’t take long at all for you to cum. Your eyes squeezed shut and you knew that your legs were trembling, but Warren was certainly not far behind you. As he felt you tighten around his cock, he let out a series of low groans, biting down upon the exposed skin of your shoulder as the rhythm of his thrusts faltered. His actions, both with his hips and his touch on your clit, slowed to a stop, allowing you both to gradually come down from your highs.

Very gingerly, Warren set you down, and your back remained pressed to its familiar place against the wall behind you. You remained there, eyes closed, still regaining your breath, and your ability to speak, and a few moments later, Warren was handing you something. You opened your eyes to find that he had already disposed of the condom and redressed himself, and he was now handing you the clothes that the both of you had removed in your tryst. The still-dazed look on your face had him smirking, and taking the clothes back from you. Warren tapped your arm, signaling for you to raise them, and you complied. He pulled your shirt down over your head, then kissed your forehead. Additionally, he allowed you to step back into your panties, then pulled them back up over your stockings, adjusted said stockings, and reattached them to the garter belt.

He had just fucked you senseless, yet his touch was still heating you up.

You held his arm as you stepped back into your heels, and Warren let out a low chuckle.

“You definitely need to wear those more often.”

“If I do, do you promise to fuck me like you just did?” you inquired, the playfulness in your tone evident – although, you were fully serious. You’d wear those damn shoes every day if they’d warrant this sort of response. Warren grinned, and once again, backed you up so that your back was against the wall, as he leaned down so that your noses were only a hair’s breadth apart.

“Oh, babygirl, that’s definitely a promise.”

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Change of Heart

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 24 - Enemies to Lovers /or/ Lovers to Enemies

*This is specifically 'Lovers to Enemies to Lovers.'

Pairing: Warren Worthington "Angel" x G!N Reader

Warnings: Fighting/Violence. Injuries. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/Ns: **I’m not sure how old Warren is supposed to be in Apocalypse, but for the purpose of this fic, he is above the age of 18; preferably in his early-mid 20’s. ***Readers mutation is the ability to manipulate plants, like vines, branches, etc. A fitting hero-name would be “Root” lol. ****I don’t think anyone actually called him “Apocalypse” in the film, but I referred to him that way anyways, cause I’m not sure what else I should call him. He referred to himself with multiple names but no one really knew them throughout lol.

Your whole world seemed to freeze in that moment, when you laid your eyes on him. He was so different. His hair shaved, the sides of his head tattooed, his feathered wings were gone, and replaced by tall and sharp cascading metal wings. The look in his eyes was one of rage and power as he chased after Kurt into the pyramid.

You wanted to cry out to him, to scream his name, to tell him you were there. But all that came out was a desperate whisper, “Warren.”

What had happened to him that changed him so much? Kurt had mentioned a winged man he was forced to fight in Europe. Part of you thought it was Warren, but you weren’t sure until now. Is that what changed him? Made him hateful enough to fight alongside a destroyer of worlds? Your enemy. He was now your enemy. Was he? The thought made your heart ache.

As lightning rang down around you, you were brought out of your thoughts. Turning to the mutant in front of you. Warren would have to wait. You needed to help your friends.

~ ~ ~ Three Years Earlier ~ ~ ~

“I don’t understand, Warren.” Tears threatened to spill as you stared at him, you saw tears in his own eyes as he looked back at you.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He repeated, letting out a shaky breath.

“Do what? Warren, I don’t understand!” You said, your voice desperate as you took a step closer to him “You said you loved me, and now what, you- you want to break up? To end what we’ve worked so hard for, why? Tell me, I at least deserve that much!”

He let out an exasperated sigh as he ran his hands through his hair “I- I just. It’s too much, I can’t. I’m not-” He muttered out, unsure of what to do or say. Letting out an angry groan he smacked his hand against the table.

Warren was distant, private. It took a lot for him to let you into his life, to let you see through the anger and pain. But you stayed through all of it and you loved him nonetheless. But he was afraid again, building up the walls you thought you helped him tear down. But this time he was building them up to shut you out.

Neither of you had a home, or a family, until you found each other. Eventually that was all you needed. You’d talk of all the places you would go together. You even talked about a school for mutants like you that you had heard about. You thought about going, just to check it out. You were probably too old to be students, but maybe they’d let you stay. It was a place you’d be accepted for what you were.

You weren’t sure when he began to pull away from you, or why. Maybe it was his fear of commitment, or his fear of abandonment. But suddenly, one day, he seemed to distance himself. But you wouldn’t let him go without a fight. You promised each other you’d never let each other be alone.

He looked at you with soft eyes but you saw the fear behind them. “I love you Warren.” You said as you took a step closer to him “I will back off if you want me too, but I need you to know that I will always love you. And you can’t push that away, no matter how hard you try.”

A tear slid down his cheek and he brushed it away roughly, and shook his head “I can’t make you happy Y/n, you know that.”

You shook your head “I am happy Warren. With you. I love you.”

“No, stop saying that!” He yelled suddenly as he turned away from you “Stop.” He whispered.

“I won’t.” You said as you took another step closer “You can fight me all you want, but I won’t stop saying that I love you Warren.”

“Well I don’t love you!” He yelled as he turned to face you.

The anger on his face was only a facade. You could see the regret, the guilt, the pain behind his eyes. You shook your head “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” He said as his face became stoic, though his eyes remained pained. “I don’t love you.” He repeated, as though trying desperately to convince himself, to make it true. And you felt your heart break. “You need to be happy with someone else.”Suddenly he moved past you, and out the door, leaving you alone.

The silence of your apartment became louder the longer you stood there, still, for what felt like hours. Tears fell, dried up, and fell again. And he never came back.

You waited for him for weeks, but he didn’t come back. He disappeared and you had no idea where he went. He had left you alone. He had broken his promise.

Knowing nothing else to do, you left. Your home was not a home anymore, not without his presence. Eventually, you made your way to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You thought it was a long shot that you’d find anything there. But you did. And much to your surprise, you were allowed to stay. And you were not alone anymore.

You never forgot Warren. You would never forget him, or stop loving him. And you held the hope that one day you would see him again. And that maybe, he would still love you too.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After Kurt got the others on the jet, ready to leave, he came back for you. As he went to grab you, you stepped away, your eyes on Warren who began to stir after Kurt had knocked him out.

Kurt looked from you and to Warren. He turned back to you “He is the one?” He asked.

You looked at him and nodded. You had told him briefly of Warren after you questioned him about the winged man he fought in Munich. “Go.” You muttered and Kurt shook his head in protest. “Go!” You yelled and Kurt stepped back before reluctantly going back to the jet.

As Warren used his wings to escape where he was trapped he began to fly towards the jet. “Warren!” You yelled, your voice emitting a sense of strength you weren’t really expecting.

Spinning around, the look of anger on his face dissipated into surprise the second he saw you standing on the battlefield. As he dropped to the ground, you stared at him, your eyes glancing past him only for a moment as you saw one of the other mutants making her way to the jet. You worried for your friends, but you had to stop Warren now.

“Y/n?” His voice came out softer than you expected, as you saw an array of emotions pass across his face as he looked at you. The anger on his face was replaced by shock.

“What happened to you?” You asked as you looked him over once again.

He stared at you before taking a breath and shaking his head and stretching out his arms, his wings flexing out as he did so “I evolved. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.” A smile formed on his face, as he took a step towards you and reached out his hand “I can't believe you're here." He let out a surprised laugh. "Join us, Y/n. We can finally live in a world where we are not hunted.”

You shook your head and took a step back, making him falter, his face falling. “No, Warren. This isn’t you. You are kind, compassionate, a protector, not a soldier. Not a killer.”

He grimaced, shaking his head. “Then you don’t know me.”

A sad smile formed on your face “You’re right. Maybe I don’t anymore.” You saw his mouth twitch as he frowned a bit “But I do know who you were once. You were the love of my life.” This made him falter a bit. “But now, you’re my enemy.” The last words hurt you to say, but you needed to wound him, to get under his skin. To break down the walls he had put up again. The ones that were now controlled by a power hungry wannabe God.

“You wont fight me.” He said as he shook his head letting out a dry laugh. He truly believed you wouldn’t, believed you couldn’t.

An angry smirk crossed your face “ Then I guess you don’t know me anymore either.”

You saw something akin to surprise cross his face before you used your powers. Using your energy to reach down into the Earth, you brought all of the roots, and plant-life underground together. Throwing your hands up in the air, the now large and strong roots shot through the round, hitting Warren and throwing him up into the air.

You saw shock cross his face as this happened, before he became defensive and used his sharp wings to cut at the roots. You continued to bring root after root up, re-forming them each time they were destroyed as you tried to pin him down.

You had seen the jet crash, and hoped that your friends made it out. Part of you knew they must have. Kurt would have gotten them out. You had to believe that.

Warren continued to dodge the roots and slice at them as he tried to make his way closer to you. He was surprised at your strength. These powers were nothing like what you used to be able to do. And the anger and power in your eyes was different to any he had seen in them before. Part of him felt guilty, because he was sure it was because of him.

Spinning around, he cut through the roots in front of you before reaching out and grabbing you. You let out a small gasp as he pushed up, flying up into the air, bringing you with him.

He couldn’t help the memory that flooded back of the first time he took you flying. You were scared, but you laughed through the fear, as you held on to him. He remembered promising he would keep you safe, that he would never drop you or let you fall.

Now, as you looked at him with disdain, looked at him as an enemy, he was unsure of what to do. “Please Y/n.” He said, his voice desperate. You grabbed onto his arms tightly as he held you close to him. “Come with me.”

He felt his heart ache as a tear slid down your face. The memory of him leaving coming back to his mind. He meant to come back to you. He did. But he was taken before he ever could. But he was sure you thought he had abandoned you for these past three years.

“No.” You muttered out and shook your head. “Look around you Warren. Look at all the pain you are helping him cause.”

Warren glanced around him, seeing the destruction of a city that was once full of people. Looking back at you, he tried to push down the guilt that was rising. “We are building a better world.” He said, trying to force himself to believe what Apocalypse had told him.

“No Warren, you’re destroying it.” You said with desperation. “I won’t help you destroy it. Because it’s the world that brought us together.” Warren took in a shaky breath as you spoke “I love that world Warren. Even through all it’s faults, it brought me, you. And we fought for that, together. Don’t you remember?” Your voice was soft as you spoke, desperate for him to remember.

He shook his head “It was also the world that tore us apart.” He muttered out, disdain filling his voice.

You shook your head now, part of you giving up. You could hear Charles’s name being roared out by the man you came to beat. You couldn’t let them fight him alone. Meeting Warren’s eyes you were afraid that the Warren you loved was gone.

“No Warren. You are the one that tore us apart.” As you said this, you saw pain pass over his face “You may not be willing to fight for this world Warren but I am. I am willing to fight for my friends, just as I was once willing to fight for you. The way I thought you were once willing to fight for me.”

As Warren stared at you, he was caught off guard when more of your roots rose up between the two of you. They wrapped around his wings and pulled him back, as you ripped yourself away from his grip.

Warren felt his heart stop when you fell from his grip and towards the ground. Your eyes met his as he reached out for you, though you were too far away. Suddenly, your roots wrapped around you as you safely landed on the ground, catching yourself with your powers. As Warren felt relief rush through him, he was yanked to the ground harshly by your roots, and pinned down.

You refused to look back at Warren as you ran to your friends. You swallowed your pain and let your anger take over to make you stronger. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Erik was now on your side once again as he tried to penetrate the shield surrounding the destructive and corrupt mutant.

Using your powers, you brought roots up through the ground below him and began to wrap him in them. You saw the others look your way in surprise. Seeing through the shield surrounding Apocalypse his eyes snapped to you, and you saw the anger in them. You met his eyes in return and glared, refusing to back down. He was the one who corrupted Warren. You needed to use that anger.

Reaching out his hand he tried to throw you back, but you used roots to keep you to the ground, as they wrapped around your legs. You groaned out as you controlled the roots in the ground to grab his hands and pull them down. He roared out in anger as he glared at you. You felt the Earth beneath you begin to rise up, cocooning your legs and slowly inching up your body.

The roots pinning Warren down suddenly disappeared back into the ground. Warren let out a groan as the pressure on his body was released. Hearing the sound of the fight in the distance he quickly lifted off and made his way there.

As he flew over head, he saw you taking on Apocalypse. Your roots grabbing and pulling at him stopping him from using his full power. As he glanced at you, he saw the ground rising up, beginning to swallow you. But you continued to fight, to use your strength to fight him off, even if you knew it was useless.

Hearing you cry out as you made more roots break through the ground, rushing at Apocalypse he was almost awed by your power and willingness to die fighting. And as Apocalypse began to move towards you Warren felt not only fear fill him, but anger. And it seemed that all at once, realization rushed over him. He was wrong. This was wrong.

As he saw Apocalypse continue towards you, he shot down with all the speed he could. Apocalypse reached out towards you, as your arms were swallowed up by the rising Earth. Your strength escaped you as it became hard to breathe, your roots turning to nothing.

He smirked at you, at the fear in your eyes, and just as he was about to kill you, a flash of metal landed in front of him as three metal spikes flew out and into his chest. Staggered back in surprise he looked up to see Warren in front of you, glaring at him.

Apocalypse let out a disappointed sigh before anger covered his face “You betray me, just as he has?” He said, gesturing to Erik who was now watching from above.

He looked at Apocalypse and straightened up “I’m done fighting for you. For this” He said, gesturing around. “It’s wrong. And I should have seen it. But I didn’t. Not until it was too late.” Warren swallowed before looking back at you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Apocalypse looked behind Warren and to you before he smirked “Ahh.” He let out and Warren looked back at him “You are betraying me for them?” Warren swallowed as Apocalypse's smirk turned to a frown “Useless.”

Raising his hand, the Earth tightened around you more, making you gasp out in pain. Warren looked back at you before quickly moving towards Apocalypse “No!”

Apocalypse caught Warren by the throat and glared into his eyes “Love is weakness.”

Warren grabbed at Apocalypse and gasped out, his mind flashing back to you, and all the times he remembered loving you. All the times he fought for you, all the times he held you in his arms and knew everything would be okay.

“You’re wrong. Love is what made me strong.” Flexing his wings inwards, he stabbed them through Apocalypse's shoulders and pushed him back, throwing him, causing him to drop Warren. Apocalypse yelled out and used his powers to throw Warren harshly against the wall, knocking him out as his head smacked the concrete, before fusing him with it as he did with Scott.

You watched in fear, staring at Warren, wishing you could speak with him one last time. But as you watched Jean walk out of the torn down building, her feet stepping on air, you sensed a power coming from her that you had never felt. Erik pinned Apocalypse down, and he began to try and teleport away. But as the elemental turned on him too, he was left defenseless. You watched as he wasted away from Jean’s power. Your body being freed as he began to die.

When everything stopped, and he was gone, you ran over to Warren, who had fallen to the ground. Moving his head into your lap, you stared down at him and gently stroked his face. He had come back to you. He had come back to save you.

- - - - -

After explaining to Charles about Warren, and your past with him. You told him that he betrayed Apocalypse to save you. Charles was more than willing to give Warren a second chance. Just as he was giving to Ororo.

You wondered if he would take it, as you watched his sleeping figure in the hospital bed. The wound to his head caused him to remain unconscious for a few days. His wings were draped underneath him, wrapped in fabric so as to not scratch his skin. As the school was being rebuilt, you stayed in the hospital with him, waiting for him to wake. And when he finally did, you prepared yourself for him to try and run again.

After he opened his eyes, he looked around the room, his eyes finally landing on you. You were sitting by his bedside, and had a soft smile on your face. His heart immediately began to hammer in his chest when he saw you. You were here, sitting by his side, and he wasn’t sure what to do, or say.

You could see the hesitation on his face when he saw you, so you smiled at him, and spoke softly “Hello Warren.”

More than anything, he was surprised he was alive, as well as you. Did that mean... “What happened?” He finally asked.

“He’s dead.” You said softly and you saw the surprise cross his face “Ororo turned on him too, and helped us. He’s gone, Warren. We won.”

He nodded his head, unsure of how to react. “What’s going to happen now?”

You leaned forward, leaning your elbows on his bedside, he looked at you and studied your face. His eyes caught on the various cuts and bruises, and he felt guilt rush through him. “I told Professor Xavier about you, about us. And how you saved me, and helped us fight in the end. So, just as he is giving Ororo a second chance, he is giving you one too.”

Warren sat up, letting his wings stretch out a bit, the fabric falling from them. His eyes caught on the metal, and he was almost surprised to see they were still there. He looked back at you, “What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you know that he’s the head of that school we talked about?” He nodded and you continued “That’s where I was, where I went after you left.” You saw guilt cross his face and quickly continued “It was destroyed after he took Charles, but it’s being rebuilt. And he is offering a place there for you. With me. If you want it.”

Warren felt various emotions pass through him as you spoke. You had been at the school, you were there when he was. He was so close and he didn’t even know it. And now, even though he tried to help destroy the world, he was getting another chance. You were giving him another chance.

“I-I don’t deserve it.” He said softly, and you saw the pain in his eyes, the guilt. “After what I did...to all of those people, to- to you.”

“You didn’t hurt anyone Warren, Apocalypse did.”

“But I let him. And I-” He let out a desperate sigh.

Reaching over, you grabbed his hands, clearly catching him off guard. “Warren. I know you feel guilty about the part you played. But you were manipulated. Made to believe what you were doing was for the better. You had been hurt by a world you should have been able to live in peacefully. So you fought to change it. But because you felt that guilt, you changed your mind. Turned on him, helped us to defeat him. And now the world is different because of it. They can see now, that we wanted to save it.”

Warren stared down at your hands as you held his. It reminded him of the years before, when you had been together, happy. He remembered the first thing that came to his mind when Apocalypse told him of his plan.

“I planned to find you.” He said suddenly, softly. He glanced up at you, and saw the questioning gaze in your eyes. “He promised us a new world, where mutants would be on top, we wouldn’t be hunted or hated anymore. And I thought...that after that world was created, I would find you. I believed you would survive, and I would...we would...have another chance. But when I saw you there, fighting against it, I was so unsure of what to do. And then...he was going to kill you. And I realized that if he won, you wouldn’t be there anymore. And the only thing I really wanted would be gone. A world without you wouldn’t be worth living in.” He finished looking over at you, and seeing the small tears forming in your eyes he let out a sad scoff “I always make you cry.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you wiped away the tears. “Yeah well, this time it’s not a bad thing. Because you are good Warren. No matter the reason you did what you did, you helped to fix it…. and you deserve a second chance. You do deserve it Warren.”

He shook his head a bit and felt tears welling in his own eyes as he looked at you, desperate “But I don’t deserve you. Not anymore.”

You moved to sit on the bed beside him, looking into his eyes you shook your head “I think I’m the one who gets to decide that Warren.” You reached out and placed your hands on his face. He let out a soft breath as he pressed into your palms, desperate for the touch of your hands again. “I love you Warren.” His eyes shot to yours, and you saw the shock cross his face “I do. I told you I would never stop, and I haven’t, I won’t.”

Warren felt as though his chest was going to burst as a tear escaped, streaking down his face, and stopping as it hit your hand. “Why?”

You smiled sadly at him “Because I remember how we were. I remember how you made me feel, and who you are in here.” You pulled your hands away from his face, moving one hand to point at his heart. “I don’t know what happened after you left, how you got to Munich, how you got involved with Apocalypse, but I do know that who I am looking at here, the one who risked his life to save me, is the same man I fell in love with. He is still here, and he is still worthy of love and happiness.” As another tear escaped his eye you reached up and wiped it away.

“I lied.” He said suddenly “That day I left, when I said I didn’t love you anymore.”

You smiled softly “I know.”

“I loved you so much, but I was so afraid, I don’t even remember of what anymore. But I loved you. I still do. So much.” His voice was almost breathless as he spoke. He reached out and placed his hand on your face, his thumb gently stroking over your lips.

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his, and you both breathed in. “Please stay Warren.” You asked.

Part of Warren was telling him to leave, to run, telling him he would hurt you again. But he pushed it away, because he knew that he would only regret it, that it would destroy him. “I’ll stay.” He breathed out, and felt as though a heavy weight was lifted off of him “I’ll stay.” He repeated, barely audible.

You smiled “You’ll love it at the school Warren, I promise.”

He met your eyes, and felt himself smile, a true smile for the first time in ages. He stroked your face again, “As long as you’re there.” He said and you nodded.

His eyes grazed over your lips and he found himself pulling your face to his as he kissed you. It was a desperate and loving kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. Finally able to hold you again, something he feared for so long he might never get to do again. And for the first time in a long time, he felt that things would be okay again. As long as he had you.

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Warren?

Warren x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, bad writing. Sorry in advance for all spelling and grammar mistakes

Word count: 1.3k

You awoke with a start. Your heart and mind racing, your eyes wide with fear. You looked frantically around the room not quite sure what you were expecting to see but all you were greeted with was your peaceful, empty room. The quiet and still of your room only made you feel worse and more paranoid. You know it was just a bad dream and you should be used to them by now but your heart wouldn’t stop racing. Your chest felt tight and there was a distinct lump in your throat as you blinked away the tears that were forming in your eyes. Before you knew quite what you were doing you were out of bed and had closed the door behind you.

You walked down the long barely lit hallway as quietly and calmly as you could, given your current state of mind. When you reached his door you hesitated, your mind swirling with doubt and your eyes welled up once again but no tears fell. Why were you here? You didn’t remember choosing to come here. You didn’t remember deciding to need him. And yet, here you were.

You and Warren had always been close and you thought of him as your best friend but was showing up at his door in the middle of the night going too far? He was probably sleeping and you didn’t want to disturb him over something so stupid. It was just a nightmare, get over it. And even as you thought these things you raised your fist to his door and knocked quietly.

“Warren?” you said softly then paused waiting for any sign of life from behind the door. After a moment you repeated your actions ever so slightly louder. This time the door swung open almost immediately after you called his name, to reveal a very sleepy and annoyed Warren. But when he saw it was you his expression softened.

“YN?” He asked concernedly “what time is it?”

You were wringing your hands nervously and when You opened your mouth to try to respond nothing came out

“What’s wrong?”

You avoid his gaze feeling scared and vulnerable and stupid for feeling that way. Warren sighs softly and steps to the side holding the door open for you. You hesitate for a microsecond before stepping forward into the moonlit room. You’d been in his room before, to study and whatnot but never at night. Never like this. You couldn’t help but feel that this was very different. That stepping through that door may have just changed everything between you and Warren.

Warren stood, his back to the closed door with his arms folded over his chest as he surveyed you with growing concern. You could feel him looking at you but you still couldn’t meet his eye so you slowly wandered over to the window on the other side of the room.

After a moment or two of silence, Warren made his way to you. Then he wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder. The tears that had been threatening to fall since you awoke in a panic not 15 minutes ago suddenly slid down your face. You turned quickly in his arms so you were facing him. Your arms wrapped around him tightly and you buried your face in his shoulder. Warren's grip had loosed in shock. He has never seen you like this, but within moments he tightened his hold on you. One large hand was on the small of your back and the other on the back of your head, soothingly stroking your hair as you sobbed into him.

The two of you stayed that way for quite a while until the tears had stopped. When your grip finally loosened his did too. You tried to pull back from him but his hands held firm on your shoulders stopping you from going too far. You looked up at him and sniffled a bit sheepishly, unsure of what to say. But you didn’t have to say anything. You may not have told Warren about the nightmares but he knew all about your past and all the things you’ve been through. He’s also not an idiot. He sees how tired you are, he saw the fear and hesitation in your eyes when he suggested you two share a room on a mission, how you mumbled something about needing your own space even tho in the entire time he’d known you you've never needed space. Well, not from him at least. You finally opened your mouth to apologize, your gaze immediately dropping from his face to your hands which you were once again wringing but before you could speak, he stopped you.

“You don't have to say anything and you definitely shouldn't apologize.”

“But I-

“I know.”

“No, you don't. How could you? I haven't-” he cut you off once more

“I know” he spoke so softly and emotionally that you couldn't help but look up at him. When your eyes met his you saw that they were filled with sincerity and glittering with unshed tears. All your doubts started fading. Warren knew and it didn't matter how he knew. All that mattered was that he was there and he didn’t appear to be going anywhere and that thought alone was enough to make a tear slip down your cheek.

Warren gently moved his hand to cup your cheek and his thumb traced the trail the tear left as you two subconsciously moved back together until you were nearly chest to chest. Your eyes were locked on Warrens face while he was focusing on his hand on your cheek. Your eyes flicked to his lips for a fraction of a second but when you looked up his eyes were focused on your whole face again. Without thinking you leaned forward and closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips met his and for a moment the world seemed to stand still. But then your brain started screaming at you and you pulled away, immediately apologizing

“I’m so sorry Warren. I don’t know why I did that” you pulled fully out of his grasp as he stood there stunned for a few moments “fuck” you started pacing side to side in front of him in the dark room “fuck, I’m so stupid and so so so sorry. Why the fuck did I do that?” You were so caught up in you ranting that you hadn’t noticed Warren trying to speak. Your muttering was cut off when Warren spun you around to face him and kissed you. Your eyes were wide with shock for a second - but only for a second- before they slid closed and you melted into him. The kiss was passionate and emotional, the kind of kiss you’d expect two best friends to have after an emotionally charged moment.

When the kiss finally ended the two of you stayed forehead to forehead for a few minutes, breathing heavily, no words needed.

“We should probably get some sleep” Warren said in an almost whisper. You just nodded and made your way to the bed and climbed in. He followed suit. The two of you spent the next few minutes trying to find the best, most comfortable way to be which proved to be a little difficult given the size of the bed and Warrens wings. But, before too long you had worked it out. You were laying on your back and Warren was on his front. His legs entangled with yours, his arm and one of his wings thrown over your body. You had never felt more loved or protected in your entire life and as you drifted off to sleep you couldn’t imagine a life without Warren and you hoped he couldn’t imagine one without you.

“Warren?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you”

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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In The Middle Of The Night (one-shot)

Synopsys: In the middle of the night Ben awakes from a dream. And the only thing he wants to do is see if it’s better than real life.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x f!Reader

Genre: SMUT (holy shit this is basically porn without a plot :D), lil bit of fluff

Warnings: SMUT (m going down on f; fingering etc), swearing

Word count: 2219

Soft lips glid down Y/N’s body. They started at her neck, then moved over to her shoulder blades, teeth gently nipping at the skin and lower and lower the kisses went until they finished at the curve of her spine. She felt a body lean over and hover above, two strong arms planting themselves by her waist and holding up the muscly man. Y/N was asleep or attempting to sleep when Ben had started the tender assault. Slowly she stirred, bending one leg at a ninety-degree angle and turning her head to the side, so now her cheek was pressed against the pillow, allowing one tired eye to open up and glance at what was going on. The man’s mouth kept working on her back, gradually waking Y/N up, but not enough for her confusion to dissipate. “Ben?” her voice was thick with sleep and raspy. Her boyfriend only hummed in response, yet the noise was more of a moan, sending tingles down Y/N’s frame. “Ben, you okay?” “Never been better, love,” he replied, letting his palm trail up and down her thigh until it reached her knee and he flipped the girl over, so she no longer could lay on her stomach. Her shirt, well his shirt, rid up revealing a small slab of her stomach he immediately attached his lips to. Y/N was too tired to ask what had gotten into him, so she simply allowed the wonderful sensations to lull her back to dreamland, thinking he was feeling just a bit more affectionate than usual. But that seemed to be quite the opposite of what Ben had in store, for when she let out a sleepy moan, his eyes shot up, seeing her almost passed out. Green orbs trailed up her body before he returned his attention to what he had on his mind- eating the shit out of Y/N. He hooked his fingers behind the elastic of her panties and pulled them down completely. A wicked smirk appeared on his face because the sharp intake the girl took, told him she was wide awake and paying attention. “What are y-“ but he silenced her with a kiss. It was lazy as all movements were in the middle of the night, yet still filled with passion, lust and love. “Let me take care of you,” Ben murmured kissing down the side of Y/N’s neck. “Let me take care of my girl.”

Her brain was still fuzzy from the slumber but now a layer of desire had veiled on top. She responded with a moan and Ben took that as his green light. He made his descent leaving purple marks all over her, some darker in colour, some barely there, but in the morning, when Y/N would take her shower, each and every one could be connected and would lead to the same place. Ben nipped at her hips and heard Y/N sigh as her fingers slid into his hair to grasp at pieces. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured and leaned between her thighs, letting his tongue skim the skin there. The words set Y/N’s heart aflame. The fact that the two had been dating for almost three years now, having gone through ups and downs and almost breakups, didn’t matter. It also didn’t matter that the two had been friends long before starting a relationship, helping one another through heartbreak and pain. Any time he even looked in Y/N’s direction, eyes filled with love and pride, her stomach erupted in butterflies. She had stood by his side and watched as the actor’s career exploded, especially with his last endeavour playing the part of Queen’s Roger Taylor in the band’s biopic. His hands roamed her still lax body, grasping at her waist and soothingly trailing his way up her ribs until they reached Y/N’s chest and he covered her breasts with his palms. A soft, barely there whimper of content and pleasure echoed through the dark room and Ben shivered at the sound. “So gorgeous, absolutely stunning…” Y/N mewled Ben’s name as a response, slightly tugging at the blond strands. “Please,” her voice was a deep husk, “please, Ben, do something.” He shushed her, kissing her right above her clit, so close to where she needed him, but not close enough. “I told you, I’d take care of you, darling. Don’t worry. Just enjoy this and relax,” and with that, he went to work. One hand detached itself from her chest and he let his fingers spread her core, revealing Y/N to him completely. She was already dripping, the slick soaking the sheets and he had barely touched her. The first lick was tentative but wide. It started from her centre and as he moved up, Ben flattened out his tongue once he reached that tight little coil of nerves. Y/N’s senses were already gone. Instead of the darkness, night covered them in, her vision went white at the edges, her skin tingled and burned wherever Ben placed his touch and all over she ached from the pleasure. By the pace Ben had set, she knew he would take his time, working her up to the edge and keep her there, but every sensation was so overwhelming all Y/N could do was moan. The sounds where desperate and whenever his name fell from her lips, Ben was only spurred on even more. He revelled in the noises. They weren’t simply music to his ears, they were a perfect symphony he could listen to forever like it was constructed purely for him and no one else. His lips created a little vacuum over her clit and Y/N could do nothing but grip at the sheets and open her mouth in a silent scream. A broken cry escaped her throat as Ben released the sensitive nub but didn’t stop the assault, instead letting his tongue swirl around it. A gentle hand gripped her hip and pushed it down onto the bed as Y/N’s body arched up as a response to Ben’s actions. She was definitely no longer ruled by sleep. Ben’s name wasn’t a prayer, it was a mantra, the only coherent word Y/N’s brain could remember. It was the beginning and the end of everything and her blood resonated as her mouth whispered it into the air, pleading for the man to bring her the release she craved oh so much. The actor’s grip around Y/N’s left hip minimized and then it disappeared altogether, but so did his lips from her clit. A hopeless whine struck Ben to his core as the girl braced herself on her elbows, begging for his mercy and pleading for him to let her disintegrate at his touch. He moved up, mouths moulding together, and Y/N moaned at the taste that covered his lips. The kiss was messy and sloppy and was soon interrupted by the breath that hitched in her throat when Ben’s thumb stroked over the little sensitive nub. “Ben, please,” she didn’t even fully know what she was begging for, all rational thinking having dissipated like the moon behind a layer of clouds. “You’re simply divine,” he whimpered in her mouth. Just the thought of Y/N being in the state she was and him being the reason, made Ben weak at the knees. If he’d been standing, he would have for sure crumbled. “My sweet, marvellous angel.” And as his lips found that one place on Y/N’s neck that made her toes curl, three slender fingers slid inside of her. In an instant, Ben made a ‘come hither’ motion and hit her G-spot. All the air got knocked out of her lungs, for the pleasure was so intense. His pace was unwavering, and every stroke of the digits was deliberate and knew where to hit. Ben couldn’t keep his eyes away from her face, the beautiful features he adored so much twisted by bliss. And all because he had a dream where they were in the exact same position and he just couldn’t help himself. He had to compare the two. To say that reality was better than that amazing dream would be the understatement of the year. Ben moaned at the thought and was immediately nestled between Y/N’s legs once more, removing his thumb and bringing his mouth to her aching core again. She was close, he could feel the velvety walls clench harder and harder with every movement of his fingers. Y/N’s muscles trembled as her orgasm approached faster and faster. She had already drenched the sheets and her wetness had trailed down Ben’s arm right to his elbow. “I know you’re almost there, darling,” he whispered, sucking on the skin of her thigh. “I can feel you clenching so hard.” Y/N moaned at the words and her head flipped from side to side. It was the only thing she could actually do, for Ben was pressing down on her stomach with his free hand, limiting her movements, the other was vigorously stroking her walls, trying to coax an orgasm from her, and her own palms were gripping at the pillow that rested behind her head, the death grip turning her knuckles almost translucent. “You’re doing so good, but I need you to let go.” And so, she did. The combination of the husk in Ben’s voice, the words themselves and the sensation of his fingers relentlessly finding their mark made her tumble over. The shirt she had stolen from her boyfriend right before going to bed was drenched in sweat, as was the mattress, and the night was broken by her scream of pleasure. Y/N shivered as Ben made his way up her body and when he was face to face with her again, he softly pressed their lips together. Her thighs shook and spasmed, making the man slide his palms up and down, trying to bring Y/N back to Earth and soothe the quivering muscles. Gently he took off her shirt and as tenderly as possible he wiped down her body and with even more affection, he cleaned her up between her thighs, pressing a reassuring kiss to her lips when she whimpered from being so overstimulated. He broke the kiss apart and placed his lips to her shoulder, feeling the girl’s body relax in his arms, satisfied with what had happened. With a lazy smile painted on his face, Ben plopped to the side, bringing Y/N in his embrace ready to fall asleep when he felt her start kissing down his chest. “I’m fine, love,” Ben sounded nothing like before, the hunger replaced by exhaustion. “If ya really want to do it, there is always the morning.” With that he closed his emerald eyes, tightening his arms around Y/N, ready to drift off when her head lifted from his chest. “Why did you do that then?” “Can’t I please my girl?” a cocky smirk tugged at his lips. “Well… yeah… but why right now? And why don’t you want anything back?” Ben sighed, eyes flitting open and looking at the confused face of his lover. “I just had a dream where I was doing the same thing and well, I wanted to know if those sounds would be the same in real life. So, what better way to prove a theory than a practical demonstration?” “S-“ Y/N almost choked on her words, “so you did it just because?” The man shrugged, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “Should I have not? Because if you don’t want me t-“ he didn’t get to finish the thought as Y/N’s lips silenced him. Ben could feel her smile and that only perplexed him more. “No,” Y/N shook her head, palm cupping his jaw, “fuck if you wanna do that more, trust me I won’t complain. It’s just… no guy has ever gone down like that, simply because he wanted to. Or because they wanted to test out how a dream would play out in reality. Especially without wanting something in return…” “Y/N,” Ben turned to his side, the grip around her waist tightening as he pulled them impossibly close, foreheads pressing against one another. “I could spend forever between these thighs and be happy about never receiving anything. You owe me nothing. Does it feel like fucking heaven having your lips wrapped around me? Of course,” he said through a giggle and Y/N reciprocated, a slight blush creeping up her chest to her neck. “But I would never expect you to do something you didn’t want to. And I’m so sorry that whoever you were with gave you an impression that you had to. That’s not how a relationship should be.” Tears brimmed at the edges of Y/N’s eyes and Ben wiped them away right as they fell, making the girl chuckle. “I don’t even know why I’m crying,” she sniffled, burrowing her face deeper against his chest. “ ‘S okay,” his voice was as soft as the kiss he pressed to her cheek. “I’d like to think it’s because you love me, and my words moved you.” Her body vibrated with the small laugh and the feeling seeped into Ben’s bones, warming him up like a hot chocolate on a cold morning. “You’re such a sap, Hardy.” “Mhm, yeah,” already his speech was coated by sleep and his green eyes dripped close. “But your sap. Just like you’re mine.”

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