#wingedwarren

[bothsidesofaquestion]

'hey blue, wanna go see the city from the rooftops?' he's holding two pizza boxes while his feet thud softly onto the stone balcony as he lands, and warren wiggles the boxes temptingly.

unprompted asks | always accepting

"Of course, can't say no to that! Only... We need something, wait."

He quickly teleports to the kitchen and grabs a case of beer from the fridge. He returns back to Warren in seconds, smiling.

"There, now we go!"

@wingedwarren

[herrwagner]

His blond hair has grown long, a little past his shoulders but it still curls wonderfully. Has lost nothing of the edge that has been branded into him like an ugly mark onto his soul, tainting the beauty he could have been, but instead Warren has chosen to embrace who he's grown to become. A mockery of what he was supposed to become, but it suits him. The eternal rebel. Golden ring in his ear to match the two through his nipples and the bands around his fingers. He looks glorious. A shining one. Has most easily earned the nickname 'angel' by courtesy of the way he looks and by the time people realize all that comes out of his mouth is profanity at its finest, it's too late. The name already sticks. He and Kurt are... odd. Opposites. Two extremes of a scale they have invented. Oh, how often they bicker, their natures like fire and water -- but as much as they are a mismatch, they often find one another to enjoy each other's company.

And the dream is one of those moments. Kurt's near-beastly form is leaned back in relaxation against a tree, eyes closed and his jaw slack, and between his downy thighs is that blond mop of hair, Kurt's clawed fingers tangled into it. It is languid, no rush or even shame about the eyes that watch the interaction. It's nothing new and it's barely private. Warren's sky blue eyes hide under thick, blond lashes until he looks up, meeting Kurt's yellow gaze, and a soft choking sounds breaks the peaceful quiet as the hand on the back of Warren's head nestles him closer, the texture of him in Warren's mouth unique and most definitely more comfortable for Kurt than for his angelic friend, but neither lets up. The tension eases and Warren moves off of Kurt for a moment, his own saliva streaking his cheek when he dips his head lower to indulge the rest of his demonic friend as well, tongue serving warm, wet pleasure. 'Open your mouth,' Kurt says, voice low and rumbling, and the corner of his mouth quirking up when the angel follows instruction like he is not the rule-breaker he likes to present himself as. He can be so good when he wants to be. His thick fingers settle around his shaft, stroking slowly, feeling the soft, swollen barbs that rub against his palm. His hand stills eventually, pointer finger under Warren's chin to keep him in place -- and the gush of white passing between them is sweet release, immediately burning the inside of the angel's mouth as it will do all the way down when he swallows it, but Warren doesn't resist any of it. When Kurt is done, the finger tips Warren's mouth closed and caresses his throat to feel the adam's apple bobbing, working the seed down where it will fester in Warren's stomach, sicken him for a few days until his system fights it off -- it's a transaction, they have made it into something resembling absolution in this new place they inhabit. Warren will suffer, be it closer to discomfort than true punishment, but it works for what they share. Then the blond shudders the four immaculately white wings on his back and gets up, a nod to finalize what just happened here, and then he disappears into the blue sky overhead.

When Kurt’s eyes open he isn’t sure for how long they’re open before he managed to realize the blue sky isn’t a dream anymore, but in fact real. Still he didn’t want to move just yet. The lingering memory of the dream was too good to let go of. A lazy smile stretched his lips as his tail patted down himself here and there, and soon enough found the traces of just how good the dream had been.

Wet sticky patches were left in his fur. Those on his fur still easy to see, the lightly tinged blue liquid slowly soaked into the fur, drying over him. Similar wet tracks were slithered through the fur, more so on his thighs than his abdomen, as well as between his thighs of course. His now softening cock were retracting back inside it’s sheath, while the prehensile one laid stretched out over his thigh. He was a sight to behold for sure. One you wouldn’t easily forget.

Much like the dream. Maybe he should seek out Warren. See if the angel darling were particularly busy today. Yes that seemed like an excellent idea.

sex dream  ||  accepting  ➜  @wingedwarren

[hopeslastchxnce]

' just let me sleep for five more minutes. ' from wingedwarren 👼

          Charles  slipped  out  of  bed,  tightening  the  robe  around  his  once  bare  form.  A  hand  then  came  to  comb  through  messy  locks  but  otherwise  he  looked  rather  presentable  in  comparison  to  the  last  few  months.  He  wasn't  quite  feeling  like  his  old  self  yet,  but  he  guessed  last  night  was  a  step  in  the  right  direction.  .  .  Maybe.  Though  most  of  it  was  a  blur  really,  he  could  recall  taking  a  chance  on  an  interesting  conversation  that  led  to  a  tour  of  his  house.  The  school  was  no  longer  a  thing  but  he  did  find  himself  thinking  about  it  more  often  than  not  since  Christmas.  A  sober  head  and  not  feeling  as  sorry  for  himself  anymore  was  doing  the  trick.  That  and  keeping  Erik  as  far  from  his  mind  as  possible.

          Eventually  his  bedmate  stirred,  muttering  to  himself  about  five  more  minutes.  Charles  just  laughed  before  shaking  his  head.  Watching  him  stir  in  bed  was  quite  the  sight,  especially  since  his  wings  nearly  stretched  the  expanse  of  Charles'  bed  ---  and  it  was  a  rather  large  bed  for  two  people.  At  any  rate,  Charles  stood  before  his  mirror,  running  an  actual  comb  through  his  hair.  Warren  still  wasn't  up,  but  he'd  given  him  far  longer  than  five  minutes.

          “Not  that  I  am  kicking  you  out,  but  you  said  five  more  minutes  ten  minutes  ago.  There's  probably  breakfast  downstairs,  or  at  the  very  least,  coffee.  Would  you  like  me  to  grab  you  some?”

morning  after  starters/prompts  .  ||  @wingedwarren

[empyrealarc]

"Can I be an X-Person? I was born with my abilities, and the public kind of hates me already..." Feet swinging back and forth over the edge of a rooftop, admiring the summer* skies and her new conversation partner. "I already thought of a codename, it's pretty good."

@wingedwarren !!

[positivelybeastly]

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜ (from wingedwarren, local himbo with a peanut-sized brain)

"One might argue that an essential part of being smart is being dumb, if only for a time. I imagine it must be quite frustrating to be stuck on the dumb part for quite so long, however."

[bothsidesofaquestion]

@wingedwarren

what's a little angst without slutty little outfits?

[sapphoetics]

SUMMERS SPENT OUTSIDE THE XAVIER  mansion were unfairly dreamlike. Wanda could almost hear them now, Charles and Raven in their youth, screeching gleefully as they raced their way through the fields toward the creek. After that, there had been hundred more— young mutants unabashedly making the grounds their home where acceptance and education were freely and generously given. Wanda knew there were things that needed doing, training and meditations that took genuine focus that she just couldn’t muster on days as tepid and lazy as this one. She’d been covertly looking for a proper excuse to abandon them when Warren, as if on cue, fluttered up to her window to tempt her into playing hooky. 

They lazed in the shade now without worry, the image of the mansion itself far off on the horizon line with the dull hope that it might grant them such much needed privacy. Yet with so many telepaths on the property, it was hard to imagine any of what they said or did wasn’t being overheard— on accident or on purpose— but that wasn’t stopping Wanda from offering her feelings to Warren freely. A genuine laugh escaped her at his rather theatric attempts to avoid compliments and she appeased him for a moment, draping her legs over his lap and humming her agreement.  “ You’re definitely tasty. ”  

Popping another slice of clementine into her mouth, Wanda stretched, her back arching and toes pointed before she rolled up the sit. She tilted forward, crawling indelicately over his similarly sprawled body to take an liberal look. The curtain of dark curls fell over her shoulder in slow motion as she buttoned a line of kisses up the center of his torso, pausing just shy of his mouth.  “ You are a prize, ”  she corrected, chewing lazily on her fruit where the smile began to creep onto her mouth,  “ And my opinion is very well regarded, I’ll have you know. ”

@wingedwarren​   ;   CONTINUED FROM X.

[untamedtempest]

@wingedwarren​ said: the birb man, for the dream meme, cuz we nasty

Send a name to have my muse react to having had a sex dream about that person / accepting

Soft clouds, softer feathers, tangled limbs, hungry kisses, and steady air current... an unexpected scene, to be sure, but a rather pleasant one.

One Ororo didn't mind sticking with her when the sun came up, a sweet little hum on smiling lips as she started her day.

[humanise]

[ ... incoming script for: WARREN WORTHINGTON III ] ft. @wingedwarren​​.

HE’S NOT ENTIRELY SURE if this is a good idea at all—his fake id has always passed the scan, for it’s one that he paid with quite a good amount of money. still, his presence here is uncalled for, almost, although he’d attribute this venture to the fact that he’s investigating for the sake of his alter ego. yet, even when he’s supposedly of age, he doesn’t feel at ease. it feels like this might be a step too risky for someone like him to go further, yet there’s no spider sense tingling, so for now... he would live with it.

he wanders closer to the bar, then, relenting to the inquisitiveness over the fight, but knows too well that he shouldn’t be too close. the fight is brutal at best, and he measures his own capabilities as he observes: the fighters are less human, more... of something else. the winged man that keeps the winning streak doesn’t seem like he has those wings for any detachable purposes, and the opponents themselves, they do not seem mortal. still, he cringes when he sees them electrocuted by the cage wires. when the applause erupts, he follows along. he is more than aware of the angel-like presence nearby him when he hunches over the bar, seated on the stool in a corner. “mm, yeah, just... one coke,” he says to the bartender. “diet coke.”

[herrwagner]

’ I dug my nails so far into their skin I drew blood, then I licked it up. ’ from wingedwarren

How had he landed here? More importantly why? Kurt had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was... uncomfortable. Kind of reminded him a bit of confessions. If only confessions were done when your back was against a wall and you couldn’t really get away from it. Oh how he wanted to not hear this. Any of it.

Glancing over Warren, looking over the gesturing hands that at least for now was lacking any signs of blood. Small blessings and all. But he couldn’t get himself to stop staring. Stop imagining it. He knew it wasn’t real, but as Warren kept talking about it he could visualize it. Almost smell it. “And you... liked it?”

gore time  ||  accepting  ➜  @wingedwarren

[goreverine-archive1]

gore starters | open

@wingedwarren​ asked:

’ the blood felt warm and sticky between my fingers. ’

here they are again. late at night yet again, crashed at daken’s current safehouse -- well, warren crashed there. daken just happened to be there to let him in. at least this time, he’s not hemorrhaging all over his carpet. also? this particular place doesn’t even have carpet, just clean and soulless concrete. technically, it’s kind of a windowless basement.

at the moment, daken is sharpening his claws on the wall -- little unpleasant sound reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard as he drags them across, leaving thin scars on grey. he doesn’t even bother looking at warren when he recounts today’s daily antics, only passively listens. for the most part.

“and then you licked it off, right? I mean, why wouldn’t you?”

[hopeslastchxnce]

❛ tell me. in your mind , what are we doing in that bed ? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it ? ❜ from wingedwarren, here to cause charles to casually implode

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. || @wingedwarren

It  had  gone  from  sexting  to  an  actual  phone  conversation  because  Warren  insisted  he  wanted  to  hear  his  voice.  And  well,  truth  be  told,  Charles  was  pretty  sure  he  wanted  to  hear  Warren's  as  well.  Sexting  was  fun;  a  great  teasing  appetizer,  but  it  paled  in  comparison  to  the  main  course.  As  far  as  he  knew,  there  would  be  none  of  that  tonight,  but  this  was  proving  to  be  an  effective  alternative  nonetheless.

Full  lips  curved,  his  hand  tightening  around  the  phone  pressed  firmly  against  his  ear.  As  he  lay  back  upon  the  bed,  he  can't  help  but  feel  a  little  strange  about  engaging  in  this  kind  of  talk..  It  wasn't  his  thing,  not  really.  He  often  stumbled  over  his  words  making  things  like  this  far  from  the  definition  of  sexy,  but....  at  least  Warren  wasn't  in  the  room.  It  was  far  easier  to  do  this  without  him  watching.

"Or  I  could  just  show  you,”  he  said  quietly.  “I  know  you're  around...  I  don't  need  cerebro  to  get  inside  your  head  right  now.  I  could  show  you  all  the  things  I  might  do  with  my  mouth  when  I  see  you  next...  or  skip  to  the  main  course  that  may  or  may  not  include  a  very  healthy  dose  of  edging.  I  like  making  you  sweat  you  see... delayed  gratification...  seeing  how  hungry  you  are  for  it  then  watching  you  grab  me  like  you're  just  dying  to  be  inside...”  He  paused,  rolling  over  on  his  side.  Briefly  does  he  allow  a  few  of  the  images  he  conjured  to  play  out  in  Warren’s  head.  He  could  tell  it  was  rather  effective  by  the  way  the  other  groaned  on  the  other  end.  

“I  could  show  you  every.  .  .  delicious .  .  . detail,"  he  teased,  licking  his  lips.  “Would  you  not  rather  see  my  arms  and  legs  wrapped  around  you  on  the  bed  while  we  rock  together,  never  stopping  until  every  drop  of  you  has  been  milked  running  down  the  back  of  my  thighs?  Or  maybe  you’d  like  it  better  if  I  only  tended  to  you,  using  my  hands  in  all  the  ways  that  you  like  to  make  you  come  hard?  Would  you  like...  Warren?  Because  I’m  doing  ALL  those  things  one  round  at  a  time...”

[bothsidesofaquestion]

@wingedwarren​ liked for a tiny starter! | accepting

“I feel almost forced to make a angel vs demon stereotypical comment but I won’t. You look familiar, though.” 

[boywebbed]

@wingedwarren​ // plotted!

         Peter tried to ignore the tightness in his chest. His spidey-sense was buzzing in the back of his skull as it never had before. Everything was sharper & newer making the new environment more anxiety-inducing. Spider-Man had been fighting for years but never here. Peter had managed to keep under the radar in the wrestling unit since he was fifteen, but three years later & someone had noticed the little hairs on the tips of his fingers that he often used to grab onto his opponents. He was thrown out of the circuit, left to look into illegal mutant fights to make some spare cash.

He wasn’t sure what to expect --- in the wrestling matches there had always been rules, certain guidelines that they had to abide by. Here the only rule was that they fought. They fought tooth & nail until someone won... Peter was sure his spiey-sense would help him, but the longer he was there the less faith he had in himself. 

He tried to ignore the sweat that gathered on the bottom of his back as he went into the ring. He looked to the ground & saw a bloodied tooth, presumably from one of the last competitors. He looks to his opponent... he was large, but his wings made him look larger than life. It was intimidating to say the least. 

      “ so, are we gonna do this or what? “ eyes stay locked on his opponent, waiting for him to make a move. He couldn’t get too cocky, not yet. 

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

starter for @wingedwarren​

     “I’m not particularly inclined to taking care of birds,” Natasha frowns. Birdwatching is more Clint’s speed, and while she’s sure that if he was around, he’d take care of the little critter too, he’s out on a mission. “I only feel partially responsible because Liho got his claws into this one, and he’s not even technically my cat, but... you can talk to them, if I recall? Perhaps you’d be able to help?”

[dhampiravidi]

continued from here:

Skadi’s reddish-brown eyes softened, going from curious to ashamed. She straightened to her full height, head bowed in apology. “I am...sorry,” she replied, trying to use the Midgardian words, “I did not mean to offend. I truly am amazed by your beautiful plumage. The birds I have raised seldom have feathers like yours. And I am not of this world; I was not aware that bird-people disliked my hand. But that is no excuse.” With that, she turned to go.

@wingedwarren