warren worthington

Dating Warren Would Include

((warnings: mentions of sex- as in, there’s just the word there, nothing graphic))

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  • A lot of pet names- like a crazy amount of pet names;
  • But the all-time favorite one has to remain baby girl because let’s be real, you get weak in the knees when he calls you that and he gets weak in the knees both when he calls you that and when he sees your reaction;
  • Because he loves the way you react to it so much, he’d whisper it against your lips, only to get shudders from the breathy moans he’d get from you;
  • After either of you has had a bad day, you’d snuggle into each other on the sofa, his wings wrapped tight around you;
  • In those times, you wouldn’t talk or anything, you’d just watch M.A.S.H. and eat pizza;
  • The go-to solution for stress relief is obviously sex; and might I say, there are quite a lot of stressful situations at the X-Mansion;
  • Feathery kisses in the morning;
  • Possessiveness whenever he’s jealous or when Hank’s around, because he somehow got the idea that Hank has a crush on you, because “Baby girl, how could he not??” as he puts it;
  • Lustful kisses after one of the many arguments he has with Alex;
  • The spars you have are something the whole school makes sure to come and watch;
  • Him grabbing you coffee and any other hot beverages you’d need in those damn study nights you have to get through;
  • A lot of hickies.
The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Originally posted by aniskyvalker

Warren Worthington III x Reader

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Author: Morgan

Prompt(s): “Could you maybe write some type of soulmate thing with Warren? I absolutely love your stories!!” and “Warren soulmate thing? Where like some people are born with marks that represent their soulmate in some way, and you have wings on your back and Warren has something somewhere that goes with your mutation, like if the reader had electrokinesis or something he would have a lightning bolt?”

Note: I am a sucker for soulmate AUs. Also, this is a really interesting concept, and I really like it. Reader has plant powers, just because I think it might be confusing for Warren with Storm and all. Like she has Electric powers and you wouldn’t want things getting mixed up, you feel?


Living in a mutant fight club was hell. Every day, Warren was forced to fight mutant after mutant. Some of them walked away fine. Others…not so much. And sometimes, he was the one that got hurt. It was no way to live, but one thing got him through the long days and lonely nights. The marks on his arm.

Yes, Warren was a mutant, it was true. He had giant, magnificent wings, but he also had soulmate marks. They were etched into his arms, trailing upwards from the veins in his wrists. Leafy vines, twisting and turning, a few flowers here and there.

He stared at them before he went to bed, often tracing them gently with his fingers when he was alone. It was his solace. His safe place. When he was thinking of his soulmate, whoever and wherever she was, he felt like all of this trouble was worth it if it meant he got to meet her eventually.

And then Apocalypse came. Warren was broken, sad, alone, and Apocalypse had scooped him up, tempted him into doing his bidding. But after Warren was rescued, he went with the others, to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

It was one of his first days there. He walked through the courtyard, surrounded by his new friends. And then he saw you. You were standing under the biggest tree on the campus, arms wide open. Your back was to him, and on your back, etched into the skin under your green dress was a very distinct pair of feathery wings. He broke into a run, leaving the others behind as he ran to meet you.

“Warren, where are you going?” asked Scott, but he spotted the marks on your back. It was you. Warren’s soulmate.

Warren stopped, standing just behind you. He took a breath, running his fingers through his curly blonde locks and puffing out his muscular chest. He straightened out the sleeves of his leather jacket. Finally, he reached forward and tapped your shoulder.

You turned around. He gasped softly, taken aback by how beautiful you were. But he was also scared, terrified beyond words. Would you like him for him? Metal wings and all? Or would you reject him as everyone in his life had before the Mansion?

“Hi,” you smiled, greeting him. Suddenly, your smile faded and your eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you’re…you’re my…” you started tearing up. Here it was. The rejection. Warren’s shoulders fell, preparing for the worst.

And then you hugged him. It was a tight, nearly bone-crushing hug, but he loved it more than words could describe.

“You have no idea…” you sobbed gently, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting to meet you.”

“Aww, don’t cry.” He held you tight, rubbing your back. He smiled, one of his first real smiles in a long, long time. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

“I always knew you would come,” you whispered. “Oh my God, I don’t even know your name.”

“Warren,” he introduced. “What’s yours?”

“(Y/N),” you replied. “I just…I want to know everything about you.”

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.” he chuckled. You peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, smiling brightly. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe the most beautiful girl in the entire world was wrapped up in his arms and kissing him relentlessly. After all of the pain, all of the fighting, all of the loss, the war, you were here and everything would be better.


Later that night, you were laying on top of him on one of the many couches at the Mansion. Your fingers traced his muscles. He watched you, smiling softly.

“I never imagined in all of that, that I would ever find you.” Warren whispered, one of his hands stroked your cheek. “I wish you could have seen my wings before. They were beautiful.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. You gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Warren, everything about you is beautiful,” you told him.

“I love you so much.” he pressed a long, tender kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too,” you smiled, scanning his face before you kissed him full on the lips.

Warren knew one thing for certain. He would never get enough of this.

Hair Dye and Tired Eyes

Originally posted by x-mensangel

Originally posted by snowhiteraven

Warren Worthington III x Reader (unspecified gender) 

Part [2] (fem!reader) Part [2] (male!reader)  

Author: Lewis 

Prompt: ‘your soulmate’s hair colour is the colour of your eyes. the colour of your eyes also changes to match the colour of their hair if they dye it’ with Warren please!

Note: Ahhhhh yes! I love all these soulmate ideas and angel is rad! Please send in more requests. 

Warnings: lil bit of language but that’s it. 

Red. That was the only word swirling through Warrens mind as he stared intensely into the mirror that hung on his wall. Over night his eyes had went from a subtle hazel to red. Not a bright red but a dark crimson red. Warren let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his shaggy blond hair. ‘Out of every colour they chose red.’ Warren though shaking his head.

He sluggishly moved away from the mirror and made his way to the door. Giving the door a gentle tug before entering into the hallway, groups of children flocking towards their class. Warren kept his head down in an attempt to draw focus away from his eyes.

So far he had managed to make it all the way to the danger room for training with the rest of the x-men without anyone noticing. So close. He opened the door, eyes immediately falling on the group of teens quietly conversing in a circle. He walked over slowly, eyes glued to the floor.

“Jesus we were beginning to think you weren’t gonna show bird-boy.” Peter smirked nudging him slightly. 

“Yeah I guess I just lost track of time.” Warren shrugged.

That wasn’t a complete lie, he just chose to leave out the part about spending an hour in front of the mirror contemplating his soulmate’s decision of hair colour. 

“Well know that you’re here we can…” Scott paused cocking an eyebrow at Warren before anger consumed his features. “Oh very funny Warren!” he laughed humourlessly. 

“Wha-,” Warren glanced at the others but they all looked just as confused.

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Ten Minutes in Heaven

P A I R I N G: Warren Worthington III x reader

M O V I E: X-men Apocalypse

W A R N I N G S: Language, Sex mention (a lot), light smut (like this gets kind of heavy, but I do not write actual smut so)

R E A D E R’ S MUTATION: Ability to control fire (like Pyro) *it doesn’t come up in this though

R E Q U E S T: Not requested

W O R D COUNT: 2057 (oops this was supposed to be a drabble; i may have gotten carried away) *not edited

N O T E: So I wrote this for a friend a few nights ago but didn’t post it, so I am posting it now. My friend and I just love Ben Hardy so much and he’s so cute and insanely attractive so I wrote this to satisfy our Archangel needs :) I also wrote an Alex Summers one that will be up later and the Josh Dun one will be finished soon as well. Additionally, I got a really funny request in my inbox about an X-Men and TVD crossover where Damon and the rest of the Mystic Falls gang piss you off majorly but they don’t know you’re a mutant, so then you call up the rest of the X-Men and they arrive and beat up everyone (considering that you are dating Alex, Erik is your father, and Peter is your brother). I just really loved this request and I’m going to start writing it soon :)

    It had started out harmless.

    Just a harmless game of truth or dare, but then again, nothing involving these rowdy teenagers was innocent.

Scott had gotten cocky, as he did on occasion, and called the group together. He claimed that you were going to have some ‘team bonding.’ You had laughed and asked him what that meant, but he would not tell you, instead forcing you into the room where everyone was gathered.

When everyone gathered in the living area, you sat on the couch next to Warren. This led to the group letting out various wolf whistles because they all knew that you and the angel were dating.

Scott then announced that you would be playing a few games of truth or dare. You had rolled your eyes and muttered, “Yeah, ‘team bonding.” It was a sarcastic, quiet mutter, and you thought no one had heard you, but Scott, from your other side, pushed you off the couch. You landed on the ground with a huff and looked up at your boyfriend who was laughing at your current predicament.

You turned and slapped him on the knee, but the action only caused him to laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re just too cute,” Warren made out through gasps and chuckles. You frowned and crossed your arms like a child, and Warren reached down. He grasped you by your arms and pulled you up to your feet. He then proceeded to pull you into his lap, seeing as Kurt had taken your spot on the couch.

Warren wrapped one of his wings as well as an arm around you and squeezed your body close to his. You snuggled closer to him, laying your head underneath his chin and wrapping your arms around his neck. The Archangel dropped a small kiss to your forehead and the rest of the group groaned at your public display of affection.

Seconds later, Scott was trying to explain to Kurt what the game was as the smol blueberry cutie had no idea what truth or dare was.

You laughed and got off of Warren’s alp to grab a drink from the kitchen, questioning if anyone else wanted anything. Peter had called out that he wanted a soda and a Twinkie, and you chuckled telling him that you’d only get the soda.

When you arrived back in the room, you tossed the can of soda to Peter who quickly grabbed it and popped the lid. You sauntered back to Warren who held out his arms childishly, wanting you to come and sit on his lap once again.

“C’mere baby,” He seductively spoke, the words causing your cheeks to enflame and turn a bright shade of pink.

You walked back over to your cherubic boyfriend and when you got close enough, he reached out and grasped your hips. He yanked you down into his lap and wrapped his wings around you once more. He knew that you absolutely adored his feathered wings, which he had recently gotten back thanks to Hank’s intelligence. You stroked the pristine, white feathers in your hands, and Warren attempted to contain a small moan, but was unable. He groaned out and tossed his head back, causing the rest of the group to holler and laugh at him. Warren blushed, but was not ashamed; his wings were sensitive and when you stroked them, he was unable to hold back his pleasure.

When the game finally started, it had been innocent. Small, easy questions like ‘who do you like?’ or ‘how old were you when you had your first kiss?’ Simple dares like: ‘go jump in the pool’ and ‘go scare Charles and Erik downstairs.’

Then it got dirty.

Scott had asked Jubilee when she lost her virginity.

Jean dared Peter and Kurt to kiss.

You had chuckled and hoped that no one thought to ask you anything bad.

Then Peter spotted you.

It had coincidentally been his turn and he asked you to pick truth or dare, and you had bravely picked dare. That had been a mistake on your part.

Peter rubbed his hands together, a plan forming in his head.

“Stand up,” The silver haired speedster commanded, so you did. He then told Warren to do the exact same thing.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked to Peter, “What are you doing Peter?”
    Peter laughed and then replied, “You and loverboy are going to play my favorite game: Ten Minutes in Heaven.”

Warren chuckled with his arms still wrapped around your waist, “Peter, it’s Seven Minutes in Heaven, dumbass.”

Peter rolled his eyes at the wing-adorned boy, “Yeah, I know that. I just don’t think you can get anything done in that time. I mean, you’re not me.” Peter boasted, which caused you to lean farther into your boyfriend with a smirk. You had been dating for a few years, and you knew exactly what he could do with seven minutes.

Warren smirked and his wings tightened around your frame, “Oh, I think seven minutes is enough time to get her crumbling beneath me.”

Your eyes widened at his blunt remark, the rest of the room letting out cat hollers and whistles. Warren only continued to smirk before rolling his lips into your back. You coughed and sputtered when you felt his obviously hard erection on your back. Warren held you tighter to him and repeated the action which led to Peter yelling at the two of you to get started in the room rather than in front of him.

You laughed nervously and stared up at Warren. You marveled at the tattoos on the sides of his face and the side of his scalp. You grew aroused when you thought about how the tattoos followed down his sides and onto his muscular stomach. Having the pleasure to trace those tattoos with the tips of your fingers and your tongue one night was the best thing you had ever experienced. Well, it was not really your pleasure, more like Warren’s. He had groaned and arched his back when you lightly traced the lines close to the hem of his sweat pants. Beads of sweat rolled of his forehead as you played with the strings that kept his pants from falling off. Warren continued to groan until you used your fingers to pull the sweat pants off.

By the time you came back from the memory, Warren was dragging you in the direction of his room. You followed behind him, almost melting in your own arousal.

When you reached his room, the door was immediately shut behind you and Warren reached behind you to lock it. Before you could do anything, Warren had you pressed against the door, his lips finding your neck and latching on. He used his plump lips to scour for your sweet spot, and when he did, you let out another moan and tossed your head back against the wooden door. The archangel smirked against your neck and sucked on the spot harder, no doubt leaving a dark purple mark for you to cover later.

Warren let his lips still for a moment before he spoke, “What do you think, baby? Think I can get you crumbling beneath me in seven minutes?”

You nodded your head frantically before responding, “Fuck yeah, you can. You just might need some more time after for a few extra rounds.”

Warren smirked again and began walking backwards, his wings expanding to their full fifteen foot length. You practically melted at the sight of his wings, and Warren knew it. He knew you had a fucking wing kink and used it to his advantage. The angel knew that the thing you loved most about him (Well, this was debatable) was his large, white wings. Warren smirked and puffed out his feathers and let you watch them for a few moments, before he extended his muscular arms as well. He nodded his head once before he flexed his biceps, the action causing you to whimper under your breath.

Warren chuckled and motioned for you to step forward, “Then we better get started, babygirl.”

You moved forward, attaching your lips to his. Warren responded with enthusiasm, tilting his head to the side so he could dominate. He slipped one hand up to your neck, tilting your own head to the side. He ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of your bottom lip. Granting him access to your mouth, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and rolled his hips up into yours. You groaned and Warren pulled his mouth away for a split second to whisper, “Jump.”

So you did.

You jumped into the air, trusting Warren to catch you. When he did, his arms were underneath your ass, supporting your weight.

The blonde angel walked backwards towards his bed. He let you fall first, so that he could lay on top of you. He reconnected his lips to your neck, allowing you to arch your back into his chest. You dropped your hands to run down his hard chest and you played with the hem of his shirt. Warren got the message and leaned back away from your body so that he could pull the shirt over his muscular body. It seemed to go in slow motion as you watched the shirt leave his body.

God, you had the hottest boyfriend.

From his muscular biceps, his chiseled six-pack, and his sharp v-line; you melted under him.

Warren let you watch him for a few moments before he reached down and pulled your shirt over your own body. This led to him marveling your body just as you did to him.

“I’m so lucky,” Warren whispered, his eyes deep and dark with lust as they scanned over the bare skin.

You pulled his lips back down onto yours by grabbing him by the back of his neck. He let one of his hands drop and roam around your body. You let out a few moans as he did so, and you raised a hand to pull on his gorgeous blonde locks. This caused Warren to let out one of his own moans, and you smiled at you achievement.

As for Warren’s wings, they were transferring between extending to their full length and curling around your body. At one point, you raised your other arm to stroke his sweet spot. Because his wings were sensitive as he just got them back, he had a sweet spot; it was just above his right shoulder blade. When you stroked it with your fingers, Warren collapsed above you. He kept his weight from crushing you, but his wings shuddered and his head threw back. He moaned out again and you let yourself arch into him.

Warren took your lifted back to his advantage, so he reached behind you to grab ahold of the clasps of your bra. With one flick of his fingers, he unclasped it from your chest. He quickly pulled the straps from your arms and let the material fall. He chucked the useless bra away from you, his movements becoming frantic and rushed as he grew more aroused.

When Warren finally let his hands fall to the hem of your pants, there was an interruption.

Knocking was heard on the door, and a voice shouted out, “Hey, your time is up!”


The both of you ignored his voice and continued your actions.

Minutes later, Peter knocked again, “Hey guys? Can you even hear me over your fucking?”
    Warren laughed against your skin and pulled his head up from your stomach, where he was layering kisses along the soft skin.

The angel spoke next, diverting Peter from opening the door, “Hey Peter? Can you please fuck off? We’re going to stay in here to finish some important business!”

You moaned beneath Warren as he reattached his lips to your stomach.

Peter was heard shuffling outside the door and his voice rang out one last time, “Okay fine, but if you guys fuck again, can you keep it down? I didn’t get any sleep last time you fuckers went at it!”

Warren ignored the comment and finally let his lips graze the hem of your pants. Then in one swift motion, he pulled the pants off of you and smirked, “Let’s see what I can do with unlimited time then.”