“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I don’t give.” with Warren please!!!

alexs-ummers:

Warren
Worthington III x Reader

Note:
I know this prompt was from like sass starters, but I had 0 ideas for
something sassy. This is just fluff tbh! Feedback is appreciated!

Warren
sat at the edge of his bed, his wings rested at his sides, he was
shirtless and you’re trying your best not to freak out about the
large number of bruises starting to form around his skin from all the
hits he’s taken.

You’re sitting behind him as you attempt to find an easy place to put
your hands at the place where his wings exit from his back. This is
the first time he’s really let you do anything so close to his wings.

“You
really have to start being more careful.” You say, softly, hands
running along the span of his back as you watched him shiver, the
sensitive area of his wings getting the best of him as you carefully
slide your hands up, fingers gently kneading the skin of his
shoulders.

Warren
leans into your touch, his wings quivering at your touch as he
speaks, “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I don’t
give. Especially if you’re gonna treat me like this every time I
take a hit.”

“You’re
an idiot.” You laugh, fingers sliding back down his back, hands
ghosting over the skin of his back before your arms pull away all
together. His wings make him look tough, but you’re sure there’s a
softness to them, you’ve never done more than accidentally graze them
when you’re both close to each other, he’s more than wary about you
touching the feathers like this because he’s so insecure about that
part of him.

Your
hand outstretches to the edge of his wings, but stops before you can
come in contact with the semi-dirty white feathers. Warren’s wings
can sense how close your hand is to touching them and Warren suddenly
speaks up, “You can touch them.”

You
swallow, hand finally moving an inch closer to them before you come
in contact with the bone of the wing, running your hands down the
edge as far as you can get it without moving. You go a step further
to let your hand fall down to the middle of the wing, hands raking
over the feathers as Warren attempts not to let loose a small whimper
but it escapes his mouth nevertheless. This was one of the main
reasons he didn’t want you touching them before this, because Warren
turned into a pile of mush when someone had their hands in his wings.

You
moved your hand back when you heard the noise coming from Warren’s
mouth, “Does that feel good?”

You
watched as Warren nodded his head, your fingers continuing to run
down along the feathers of his wing before moving your attention to
the other wing. You spent a good ten minutes running your hands along
the edge of his wings and over the feathers till Warren was puddy in
your hands. You stopped after your hands got back to his back as he
spoke up again. “You like them a lot, then?”

You
laughed as your head leaned forward to press a kiss against his
cheek, nodding your head enthusiastically, “I love them, I love
you.” That was more
than enough reassurance for Warren to let you pamper him for the rest
of the night.