#warren worthington iii x you

[the-ravenist]

My Angel

Warren Worthington x Black!GN!Reader

This happens after Apocalypse, but takes place in this era(like 2019+), Warren is alive, no metal wings or tattoos, implied that Warren plays the guitar, mentions of scars, established relationship, you/your/you're pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be an elemental mutant(ex. poison ivy) is mentioned, reader is black and has locs, def ooc Warren, reader, and warren speak Greek, google translated Greek, warren is heavily devoted to reader, reader is selectively mute, Warren does bird-like things, and reader could be described as autistic

The sound of rain hitting the window fills the dark bedroom, besides the yellow glow that the strawberry-scented candle on the nightstand gives off. The room doesn't really have that much, well besides the guitar and amp in the corner by the window, a couple of cacti, venus flytraps, and butterwort plants sitting on the shelves.

A bouquet of giant white feathers sitting on the desk along with a couple of vintage robot toys and a jar full of shiny rocks and trinkets, a giant beanbag with a gray weighted blanket on it in the corner closest to the closet door, a king-size bed in the center of the largest wall of the room, with a nightstand on either side, a frame of feathers with a date under each one hanging above the bed.

In the middle of the bed is a little hut made up of a pair of white wings, the sound of muffled dialogue is heard from the little hut. Let's move inside the hut, shall we?

Warren's arms are wound tightly around your abdomen, the pressure would feel suffocating to some, but that's how you like it, the pressure gives you comfort.

Both wearing matching loungewear, black long sleeves, and dark gray sweatpants, the only thing different is your sleep socks, yours are black high socks while Warren's are white ankle socks. You are sitting in between his legs, slightly rocking to and fro, eyes watching AFV on the tablet, Warren is sitting behind you his head resting on your shoulder blonde hair resting on your light blue bonnet eyes focusing on the screen letting out a few laughs when something funny happens on screen.

"Do you feel better εραστής," he asks quietly.

Only a couple of hours ago you were training with Ororo, Professor Xavier had pushed saying that "your powers are upgrades of the ones before, so you need control" or something like that.

Now you were already overstimulated beforehand, noises were too loud, you had woken up late, it was your turn to wash dishes and someone had ripped your gloves so you had to touch wet food.

Yeah, the day was terrible, especially after Ororo had accidentally electrocuted you with her lightning, immediately sending you to the medics. You know it was an accident but that doesn't mean you weren't upset.

Warren being the fantastic boyfriend he is, had immediately sensed your distress when Hank told him to come to get you. He wouldn't admit it but, he could feel his heart breaking at the site of your watery eyes and your wrist smacking against each other, they weren't the ones you do when you're happy stimming.

This stimming was harsh, it had left your wrists throbbing, and your right wrist sprained a brace on your said wrist is proof. Yeah, being stronger than a normal human isn't the best part of being a mutant.

"Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου," Warren whispers the question.

Not taking your eyes off the screen, you murmured an answer.

"Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο." Warren hums in response.

"Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα," he asks. You let out a noise of affirmation, you needed your comfort snack right about now.

Warren murmurs a small okay and reaches for his phone, the feeling of one of his arms leaving your body brings a chill to your body. Warren knew that Peter, Ororo, Jean, Scott, and Kurt were downstairs in the kitchen, something about making I'm sorry cookies. Even though it was a bit mean to ask them, well Scott, to make his infamous mozzarella sticks. He didn't really care, he knew Jean would convince him to make them, she always knew how.

As Warren is messaging the small group chat, you started playing with his feathers that were in front of your face. Mind you that Warren's wings are sensitive when it comes to touch, so reactions like flapping it out of fright are completely normal, unless to people who aren't used to it. Warren has learned to control his reactions, yes, but sometimes, most of the time you dear reader catch him off guard.

So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.

"...did you just coo?"

"..no."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.

"Okay, o-okay if I agree that I did," he laughs. "Will you let me get you your mozzarella sticks?"

You immediately stop your tyrant as you heard his statement.

"Fine," you speak through muted giggles.

The sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen resumes shortly after. Your attention returns to the show in front of you, and your rocking returns at a much gentler pace.

You don't realize that Warren had successfully gotten Scott to make his infamous mozzarella sticks, and placed his phone back on the charger.

"You know how much I love you right," Warren murmurs close to your ear.

"You tell me any chance you can," you whisper with a small smile.

"Well," he begins to tease. "I love you," a small kiss was placed behind your ear. "I love you," then one on your neck.

"I love you," top of your spine.

"I love you," the top of your blue bonnet.

"I love you," your right shoulder.

"I love you," your left shoulder.

The small kisses never stopped for a while, until he got to your lips. You were left a snorting and giggling mess, your tv show forgotten and tossed onto the other side of your large bed.

Even with your bonnet sliding off your head, showing the retwist of your (h/c) locs, face scrunched up in a mid-laugh cringe. Warren had thought that you are by far the most beautiful person he's met. And that's saying a lot.

You had the same thought as you looked at Warren. His golden curls splayed in an unruly fashion. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, lips parted in a slightly large smile. You swear that you had the perfect embodiment of a romanticized angel. His wings spread out don't really help.

You swear that you feel the tension building. Warren's body slightly leans toward your lips. You meet in the middle with a small kiss, which turns into more. Then the next thing you know, you'll and Warren are making out on your shared bed.

There's no sexual heat behind your kisses, it was just pure love and passion. No clashing of teeth or tongue just pecks and little nibbles.

Yet you have to breathe, so you pull away from each other's lips. With foreheads resting on one another, eyes half-lidded but smiling with joy.

"Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου," Warren mumbles as he rubs his nose against yours.

"Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου,," you mumble, as you place a small kiss on his lips.

Well, let's just say the makeout session resumed and Jean, Ororo, Scott, Peter, and Kurt leave their hard worked snacks on the floor near the door. Now scared by the sesh that they had just witnessed.

If they had experienced a love like you and Warrens maybe they'd understand.

But Professor X was very upset when he had seen a whole flower garden outside your bedroom window the next morning.

Just maybe...

fin

Translations:

εραστής - lover

Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου - how are you feeling my love

Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο - I'm fine, I'm a little hungry

Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα - Mozzarella sticks

Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου - I love you, my flower

Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου, - From love, my angel

[mattzerella-sticks]

My Idea for a Live-Action X-Men Movie...

Thinking... how can we introduce the X-Men into live action, whether through movie, tv show, limited series, etc. ... and I have an idea.

Let's start in media res.

Charles Xavier's School for the Gifted has been active for the past few years, however with a small class size of seven. Scott. Jean. Bobby. Hank. Warren. Alex. Lorna. Despite only consisting of seven students, due to Xavier's wealth he has been able to keep his school open and thriving since the beginning.

However that has changed as the size of his class has dropped from seven to one after a botched mission led to the capture of his students save one, Scott Summers.

And the opening scene is Xavier sitting in his mansion, worried, waiting, until Scott kicks his door down, tells them his team is gone, and passes out due to exhaustion.

We then pick up on our narrator for the movie, the character whose eyes we will be seeing the entire movie take place through, stepping off a plane and into JFK airport...

Ororo Munroe. Storm.

She had travelled from her home in Africa seemingly on a whim, as if drawn there by fate, and - unsure where to go or what to do next - she goes to a nearby bar to make her next plan.

Who should happen to sit next to her but a short, hairy man in a cowboy hat and a thick, Canadian accent?

Ororo, meet Logan. They do not hit it off.

She does happen to hit it off with the soft spoken Russian man who is reading poetry at the other end of the bar - Piotr Rasputin - and the bartender, a Native American man - James Proudstar - who wasn't supposed to be working that day but traded shifts with his roommate.

While they are all gathered there they hear a voice in their heads and turn around to see Charles Xavier, a man they all recognize and all soon realize is the reason they are now gathered together in this bar. At first they all want to leave but Xavier implores them to at least first hear him out, which they agree to do, but he tells them he won't start until the final member of their group is here.

Cue shouts and gunfire as Kurt - Nightcrawler - runs, leaps, and teleports across the airport in all his blueness.

Xavier manages to calm the crowd however not before one of the security guards manages to call in that the threat is a mutant and it's a race to grab Kurt before reinformcements arrive. But wouldn't you know it the group is not the best team yet and the reinforcements do arrive in the form of Sentinels.

It seems like all hope is lost when, out of nowhere, a stray quartz-colored beam blows one of the Sentinels apart and allows the group a moment to escape. They regroup in Xavier's car, which had been where Scott was waiting while Xavier gathered the others.

They return to the mansion where Xavier explains what happens to his team, that they were responding to a mutant in distress on an island that had ultimately been a trap - with only Scott escaping. The group has been gathered together to help Xavier and Scott rescue their teammates.

It's mostly a resounding no. Piotr would rather be at home on the farm. James has to go searching for a new job since he undoubtedly got fired from the bar for leaving during shift hours. Logan is "not a team player" and believes that the team is most likely dead anyway. Kurt is game but he is also "not the best fighter".

Ororo also agrees to help.

That surprises everyone. She says that while the circumstances that brought them together were underhanded, she cannot sit idly by while innocent people, people like her with a mutant gene, are in danger. Not just those on the island, who they are tasked with rescuing, but around the world especially since Sentinels have become standard issue around the world. While she does not see herself being a full-time member, she knows that the team Xavier had protected mutants like them from these threats and, with them gone, who will protect their community now?

Xavier tells them that, after they help rescue his original team, they would be free to leave and do what they want with their lives as they please.

Piotr is in. So is James. Logan sighs and agrees, "Since I don't want to be the odd one out." They agree to go save the others. Scott says, however, that before they can mount the rescue mission, they need to become a team first - referencing their battle at the airport and how they need to improve.

They agree to train.

Meanwhile, on the island, we see that there is a Master Mold along with Trask and scientists working on creating the next model of Sentinels in their ongoing war against mutants using the captured mutants from Xavier's Academy as test subjects. The scientists are just as much as prisoners as the X-Men, however, as they were led to the island on false pretenses and forced to work for Master Mold who had, unbenknownst to everyone until the final act, had taken over Trask and controls him as a puppet.

A few of these scientists came with their families. One of these families were the Prydes. Katherine Anne Pryde is seen as a non-threat by both Master Mold and Trask, and is able to freely wander the island as well as speak with the prisoners because, since everything is monitored and she is twelve, she cannot do anything to disrupt the mission. We learn from this scene that Master Mold is on the cusp of unveiling a new breed of Sentinel that, using the schematics pulled from Jean's mind, would be able to track mutants anywhere without needing to be called in. It was luck that the X-Men arrived on their island, fell into their trap.

Meanwhile back in Westchester, NY, this new team of X-Men are having a hard time at coming together to work as a team, which is making Scott mad. He and Logan almost come to blows if not for Piotr stepping between them to break things up. They both step away to cool off.

Ororo decides to speak with both of them. First, she goes to Scott, and tells him that he is not being a good leader. They have a heart to heart where he confesses that his friends are his family, and Jean... he has a lot riding on this being a success, and this is as new to him as it is new to them. He is not used to working with people he hasn't grown up with. Ororo tells him that he needs to lead from a place of love and courage, and not fear. Then, she goes to find Logan to see that he is brushing off Kurt rather coldly and Ororo does not wait to take him to task on his loner attitude. They clash a bit before Ororo tells him to get his act together or just leave, as it shouldn't matter to him what they think if he really doesn't care.

They all agree to do another training session, only they never get the chance as Xavier tells them it is now or never as there was a spike of pain from the same island his first team was lost, and that cannot mean anything good. The heroes go to get suited up and fly to the island base.

Master Mold is ready to create his new breed of Sentinels and it looks like they are a success, as they have been fitted with new upgrades. He activates a few and they immediately power online with the alert that there is a mutant among them.

All eyes turn to Katherine Anne Pryde. Kitty.

Her father and mother object but are restrained as the Sentinels begin to pursue her, only able to tell her to run before they are knocked out. Kitty runs and manages to escape the Sentinels after discovering her ability to phase through solid matter. The escape is not fullproof as they burst out the bunker in full pursuit. When she reaches the beaches with what looks like no place left to go, the clouds part and reveal the Blackbird jet which Ororo had just exited from and is now flying down to confront the Sentinels she spotted chasing the little girl. The Sentinels sense her power and lock onto her, only to get blasted by lightning and turret fire.

The X-Men land and confront the Sentinels but, unlike at JFK, they are able to work together and take them down. Even Logan finds himself being a team player. They rescue Kitty and she tells them where the prisoners are and also what Master Mold is planning.

The team decides to split up - Scott, Piotr, and James will confront Master Mold while Ororo, Logan, and Kurt follow Kitty to the prison area.

Of course we stay with Ororo because, again, she is who we are relying to guide us through this story.

We get to the prison area and it's Ororo, Logan, and Kurt going HAM on these guards taking them down while Kitty uses her powers to free the X-Men. She manages to get to the main control room and hits the button that releases all the prisoners who do their best to help, despite being weakened from experiments and torture.

We learn from Kitty that there's a prisoner missing, and they admit that it's Jean. She was taken by Trask.

So the group races to the main room where Scott, Piotr, and James are and see a BUNCH of Sentinels on the loose and pure pandemonium. Piotr and James are on the ropes and Scott is putting up his best fight, however just as the group arrives the Sentinels converge and blast him, with a woman across the room watching calling out his name as he 'perishes' (we'll circle back on this later).

Without their leader and shocked, Ororo steps up and takes command, leading the group into battle like she's been doing it all her life against the Sentinels while Kitty and Kurt evacuate the scientists. She cuts across the room almost instantly to get to Trask and Jean where we finally learn that the former has been completely taken over by Master Mold and is now a Sentinel cyborg. They battle it out but it's a tough battle given the numbers they're against until there's a moment where Ororo and Jean are tucked away, shielded from incoming blaster fire from Trask and the Sentinels, when Jean places her hands to the ground and closes her eyes. Ororo asks what she's doing and Jean tells her she's asking for help.

"From who? Xavier only sent us?"

"From the mutant we came here to help in the first place. From the island."

BOOM! We get the reveal that the island. Krakoa, is a mutant and has been weakened by the experiments run on it by Master Mold and the Sentinel. Jean tells the group that they need to let Krakoa 'feed' on a piece of their energy to recupe its strength for it to help them and they all look to Ororo as it's her call, and she says they should do it. They do and the ground rumbles and shakes and we can see the island begin to terraform as it fights back against Master Mold and the Sentinels. It takes out MANY of them while the X-Men pick up the slack on the rest.

Ororo takes on Master Mold/Trask hybrid as the island begins to sink back into the ocean, with Trask, damaged, spouting nonsense. That he is there to save the world, that he is the FUTURE, the INEVITABLE, that the X-Men cannot prevent the world falling apart in the future, that they will be responsible for the apocalypse. However, with a lightning zap and some timely telekinesis, the group escapes back to the Blackbird as the rest of the island has already been evacuated.

The X-Men return to Westchester without Scott and inform Xavier of what happened.

Time moves on. They recover. They mourn. A memorial service is held for Scott. Xavier's original students, Warren, Bobby, Alex, Hank, and Lorna, decide to leave the school afterwards as they believe they need to come at the Sentinel problem another way. They form X-Force.

Xavier comes up to Ororo after the service and asks her to stay on, despite her having no obligation to do so. She watches Logan and Kurt keeping Kitty entertained while Piotr and James speak with her parents, about Kitty staying on at the school and learning from Professor Xavier, and decides that she would like to stay and lead the X-Men. Jean joins them and says that she'd be happy to be on any team Storm is leading, revealing that -of the original students - she is the only one who is staying with the X-Men. The three look out onto the horizon as there are endless possibilities for the X-Men now *play the theme song*

END CREDIT SCENE NUMBER ONE - Magneto watches Xavier's new team of X-Men in action and converses with Mystique, saying that, "If Charles has put together a new team of recruits, we should, too."

END CREDIT SCENE NUMBER TWO - A blonde woman in all white speaks with a raven-haird men with red eyes and a crimson diamond embedded in his head. "You pulled a lot of favors to get him, are you sure he's worth it?" "Believe me. He is." The duo, Emma Frost and Dr. Sinister are looking over the body of Scott Summers, very much NOT DEAD, held in stasis as the camera pans out and reveals the Hellfire Club.

And that would be how we introduce the X-Men, and mutants, into live action movies.

[scarletttries]

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

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

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

Word Count: 2.5k

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

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

Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[throttlegainwell]

Every few months, I end up thinking about that one X-Men First Class book where Xavier programs a graduation present into the Danger Room designed specifically to target everyone's greatest weaknesses, and he just springs fucking Jack Winters on Scott without warning anyone. Totally not a profoundly fucked up thing to do, ambushing your abused adopted son (whose deep psychological and emotional damage you never treated) with the man who abused him (one of them, anyway) in front of his peers.

And the writers weren't unaware of how fucked up it was, I think. The back of the book straight up reminds everyone that Jack Winters is Scott's abusive foster father.

What I always find interesting, though, is how deadly fucking serious the team gets when that happens. Like. They were pissed. Professionals! But pissed off professionals. They were not happy that Xavier did that to Scott. So they jumped right into action to deal with it for him (and I love Hank's little "I never had a shot at this fellow" because, like, yes, he very much would love to have gotten a shot in at this guy).

[X-Men: First Class Finals (2009) #1]

This is why I love this particular version of the team.

[marvelsmashorpass]

[xmen-blue]

warren please be okay. warren please be important. warren please i beg.

[nthflower]

I never in my life saw one(1) canon drawing of warren Worthington that I said waow angelic Wonderful waow.

Artists can't draw him. Like draw and angel not every 6/10 white blond boy ver.283372.

I love angels as aesthetic so much like not even biblical ones pretty ones so it hurts my heart.

Oh side note his archangel form always fucks. Remember when he was wearing his wings as cape when he was evil like omg. Always serving.

[wanderingmind867]

Why is this so poignant and tragic? My mom died of cancer a few years ago, so this actually did touch me. Damn you, Roy Thomas! This is beautiful, but it's also painful. I hate death, fictional or no (X-Men #42):

[odysseushateblog]

what if i went insane.

[fyeahangelocke]

Do you have reading list for AngeLocke because I'm confused big time. Thank you in advance!

In all honesty, I have no idea. 😩

I know that they had an iconic date (I think their first date?) in Uncanny X-Men #319 (1994), and in X-Men VOL. 2 #31 (1994). Other than that, my knowledge of comic issues is kind of... not there. There are just so many over so many years, they've been a couple since the mid-90s.

Hopefully, someone with more knowledge than I have will see this and can recommend a reading list.

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Christmas with You

Pairing: Warren Worthington x gn!reader

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff, a little angst

Summary: A didn’t like the holiday season, until they met B

A year ago Warren would have run up the stairs, up to his room slammed it shut and put his headphones in. Drone out the cheery atmosphere with loud Metal music. Now he held you in his arms while the younger students ripped off the paper from their presents.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled you but you couldn’t move away from him as he held you by your waist. “Warren, It really tickles. Please stop.” He made a noise of protest at your plea. “I don’t want to.” You huffed out a laugh. “Maybe lay your head on my shoulder but not breath onto my neck. You know how ticklish I am there.”

Warren smirked to himself. He knew how ticklish your neck area was and still used it against you. He pulled you tighter to his broad chest. “You know I love it when I can pull you close to my body and cuddle you.” You grumbled as he snuggled further into your neck. You didn’t think it was possible but Warren found a way.

You watched as all the kids finished unpacking and gathering their stuff to go to bed. Warren moved from your neck to your ear making you shiver. “Thank you.” You turned your head so you could look at him. You were confused as to why he was thanking you. You didn’t even get him his gift yet. “What for?”

Warren’s arms snaked tighter around your waist. His smile widened as he got ready to tell you. “I told you once how my dad liked to do things on Christmas. Especially after my mutation broke out.” He took a deep breath. You took his large hand in yours and squeezed it in reassurance. “Well it went from bad to worse. I never believed in the spirit of Christmas until I met you.” His breath shuddered as he breathed out. “That’s why I thanked you for. I can’t thank you enough for showing me that this time of the year is so magical.”

You turned in his arms and pulled him to your lips. Warren reciprocate your kiss by intensifying desire. It made your knees week. Warren happily tighten his hold on your body.

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[the-ravenist]

Archangel x Reader Teaser

So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.

"...did you just coo?"

"..no."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.

Here's a teaser my lil' ravens, finals are almost over and I'm close to winter break so I'll try to get some fics out when that happens.

[imperiuswrecked]

When Louise Simonson said,

"I just didn't think that was all that interesting [about Angel of the X-Men]. I'm an evil person who really thinks that a little bit of trauma can go a long way to making a character interesting."

I knew that I was seen. I was understood.

I connect with this on a deep level because I also think Angel is boring as fuck and trauma is a good spice for bland characters.

[the-daydream-queen]

X-Men Masterlist

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Warren Worthington (Angel)

Headcanons:

Napping With Warren

Dating Warren Would Include

Soft Fluff

Domestic Fluff

Drabbles

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Headcanons:

Peter Driving Would Include

Favorite Things About One Another

Drabbles:

It’s Too Cold, Come Back

I Know I’ve Already Kissed You

Fluffy Drabble

Distractions

Comforts

Bad Dreams

[hellomystraightlacedfriend]

The X-Men in Spider-Woman #38

[pierre-reads-comics]

Uncanny X-Men (1963) #1 — Stan Lee, Jack Kirby