while clearly jimmy’s issue, iceman is the real highlight of x-men: blue #4. I’ve been missing bobby’s snark the past few issues, and I’m glad hes found his groove again.
you’ve got to feel bad for Jimmy in this one. the guy is confused, disoriented, it reminds me of Logan when he goes into berserker mode and cant tell apart friend from foe. it’s intriguing.
there are hints that jean’s telepathy and what she considers acceptable to do with her mutation is an issue, specially with non-mutants. I like when comics talk about whether or not mutants have the right to use something like telepathy, which is inherently a part of them, like humans would use observation or deduction skills.
this issue was nothing like what i expected. keep an eye out for a gasp-worthy appearance from…. ;-)
overall a great issue! fantastic art, a great intro number for Jimmy. I am really looking forward to all the questions the next one will hopefully answer.
-you’d meet during the Apocalypse ordeal and he’d save you from a falling building
-after the Apocalypse thing he’d get his real feathered wings back and come to the Mutant school with you.
-he would always be holding your hand
-at first he’d feel really bad about what he did with Apocalypse so he’d almost hide behind you.
-but your friends would welcome him because they can see the way he looks at you with eyes full of love.
-once he was comfortable, he’d be back to his snarky, confident, cocky self.
-cuddles 24/7 because he’s a teddy bear and needs love
-his wings bumping into things
-gripping you like you could be stolen from his arms at any moment
-burrowing his face into your neck during one of those long hugs
-his wings encircling you like a protective barrier
-he sleeps sprawled everywhere and his wings go over everything
-he sleeps in too.
-but he always manages to grab you and secure you to his side when he sleeps, his wing resting on top of you like a protective dog or cat
-you stand near the window while Warren sleeps. suddenly those big muscled arms wrap around your bare waist and lips find the skin on your neck, ‘good morning beautiful.’ he murmurs against your neck in that husky morning voice of his.
-food fights in the community kitchen
-sexy times and kinky times because that kid is a kinky shit
-showers together where his wings almost break the glass shower door because they’re so big and there’s no way the both of you can actually fit in the shower
-he’d have a thing for laying down with his head in your lap while you stroke his blonde hair, and he’d look up at you with adoring baby blues.
-tracing the tattoos left from Apocalypse and he gets ashamed of them but you tell him they’re beautiful like the rest of him
-he’d get nervous about doing romantic things in public, like for an anniversary he’d get you a rose and dress in a suit to take you to dinner some place fancy and he’d be so nervous his wings would shake and he’d turn red and look at the ground when he sees how beautiful you are dressed for the occasion.
-kisses where he gently cups your face
-kisses all over you as he tickles you
-movie dates where you cuddle and watch anything you want and eat pizza together
I have a Warren Worthington imagine? Like how about Warren got into a fight
again and the reader is all worried and Warren says he’s okay and the reader
just fixes his wounds and they cuddle?? I’M SO TRASH FOR WARREN
I AM ALSO TRASH FOR WARREN OMG I MISSED HIMMMMM
Warren hesitated to knock
on your door. Another night, another fight, and as usual, he had shed some
blood and earned some new bruises. But he couldn’t help it. They had been
making fun of him…of you. It was the
last straw. So here he was, back at the Mansion with his fist poised to knock
on your door.
After waiting several
more seconds in silence, he finally knocked. You hopped out of bed and pulled
the door open, certainly not expecting to see Warren standing there with a
black eye, bloodied knuckles, and several scrapes and bruises. He was a mess,
and at the moment, you couldn’t tell if the blood stain on his jacket was from
him or someone else.
“Oh my God, Warren, are
“Good. You have to stop
“I know.” He lowered his
face. There were several moments of silence.
“Get in here.”
“Yes ma’am.” He trudged
through the door, his heavy metal wings trailing behind him. His golden Mohawk of
curls had been thrown into disarray and now resembled more of a messy halo. A
halo on your fallen angel.
“What was it this time?”
You asked, taking a seat in front of him.
“They think I’m some no
good villain.” He rolled his eyes. “What else is new?”
“Who did this?” you
asked. He shook his head, his eyes settling on the toes of his boots. “Warren.”
“New guy. You don’t know
him. But he knew me from the news or whatever.”
“You’re famous,” you
chuckled a little.
“Infamous is more like
it.” He shook his head. His eyes tentatively met yours. “I wish everyone was
“Oh hush.” You held out
both of your hands. “You’re just lucky I’m a healer.”
Warren offered you his
knuckles first. His large calloused hands relaxed under your gentle whispers of
touches. The white glow from your hands was cool, and in instants, the gashes
had dissolved to nothing, leaving only skin behind. You waved a hand in front
of his face, causing the swollen eye to shrink, and then cleared up his
bruises. When you were done, he let out a blissful sigh.
“Well, I guess not everything about getting into fights all
the time is bad.”
“Elaborate.” You smirked
as he leaned back against your bedframe.
“I mean, getting to see
you is certainly a perk.”
“There are other ways to
“Yeah. ‘Oh hey, (Y/N),
want to go to the mall?’ or ‘hey (Y/N), do you want to go out with me?’ would
work just fine, but nooooo, angel boy and his bad boy complex always seem to-”
“So you’d go out with me?”
he cut you off, a smirk finding his lips. It did not help that you just noticed
the way his black t-shirt hugged his biceps. Shit, he was hot. “Theoretically,
“Theoretically…yes.” You scooted
a little closer to him and let a cold finger trail down the fabric of his
t-shirt. Abs. Goddamn. “And if we’re being 100 percent honest here, I’ve always
kind of had a thing for bad boys.”
“Is that so?” he raised
an eyebrow and twirled a curl of your hair around one of his large fingers.
“But, I’m also a huge cuddler. So, theoretically of course, this bad
boy would have to be down for some mean cuddle sessions from time to time.”
“Oh, believe me, I can
cuddle.” He crossed his muscular arms as though you had just proposed a
“Oh can you?”
“For your information,
yes. I can.” You were skeptical. “Come here. Right now. We’re cuddling.”
“We are. Right here.
Right now.” Warren sunk down into the pillows the slightest bit. He opened his
arms wide and folded and tucked his metal wings as far beneath him as possible.
You crawled beneath the covers and surrendered to his strong embrace. He
brushed the tiny hairs out of the front of your face. “See?”
“Cozy indeed, bad boy.” You
pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and flicked the light off. “Goodnight.”
And so there the two of
you were. Someone broken, and someone who pieced broken things back together.
With you in his arms, Warren had never slept better.
Title: Faux Pas Fandom: X-Men Word Count: 1,307 Characters: Warren Worthington III x Reader, Jubilation Lee Reader Gender: Female Warnings: Alcohol mentions, swearing Notes: Request from anon for “’You’re really hot, shame about the personality’ from one of your prompt lists (with warren please)”
“Please let me set you up!”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Conversations such as these were frequent between Warren Worthington III and Jubilation Lee. The latter of the two was nothing if not persistent – and the former was nothing if not stubborn.
the angel dropped through the hole in the roof, eyes immediately locking on yours. there was a second where things seemed to stop. his eyes searched yours. you felt someone grab your hand and you remembered everything happening, how you were about to be teleported and the plane was about to crash.
the last thing you saw before you teleported was the angel’s outstretched hand, as if he was reaching for you.
the Christmas prompts: Reader running around trying to put Christmas hats on
all the X Men? (Kurt, Peter, Scott, Jean, Charles, Logan and Warren if you want
to haha) Anyone in X Men haha :) Merry Christmas!
One of the many Christmas prompts that we never wrote… lmao whoops. And because
I’m a ho, I made this Warren x reader even though it was never specified. Oops.
The power of invisibility
came with many perks. One of which, you were using right now to Santa-hat
ambush your teammates. First was Kurt. He was the easiest, despite the fact
that he was a teleporter. At the moment, he was curled up on the couch, a mug
of cocoa in-hand. He was very cozy, and as you stuck a red and white hat on his
head, he didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he smiled, very excited to embrace
his first holiday season in America.
Next came Peter. This was
easier said than done. Even with your invisibility, every time you got close to
him, he zipped across the room to do something. But after about ten minutes of
chasing him down, he too was wearing a Santa hat.
After Peter, you pulled a
Santa Hat onto Scott’s head. He was too busy kissing Jean to notice. But when
he pulled away, he caught sight of the fuzzy white poofball attached to the red
“Watch,” Jean whispered.
Sure enough, more Santa hats began appearing on the heads of their friends
around the room from seemingly nowhere, and seeing as Peter was preoccupied and
the room wasn’t full of smoke, there was only one other person it could be.
And after you had Santa’d
Jean, Charles, Ororo, Jubilee, Hank, and Logan, there was only one person left.
Your cheeks began to burn
at the thought of it, but you pushed yourself onwards. He was leaning against
the wall, away from the others, watching with a bemused smirk. If he heard one
more comment about him being the Christmas angel or something that involved him
climbing on top of that tree, he was going to shove it so far up Peter’s ass-
He looked around the
room. Everyone except him was wearing a Santa hat. Had they been like that a minute
ago? He was sure they hadn’t. Wait a minute.
“Merry Christmas,” he
whispered softly. You froze in place, your arms poised just above his head. A
smirk tugged at your lip, and another idea struck. You leaned in very slowly
and pressed a long kiss to his cheek. He grinned and reached out for you, a
large hand settling on your shoulder. His touch shocked you into visibility,
and suddenly you were standing there in front of him, wearing your candy cane-striped
pajamas with rosy cheeks and wide eyes. He brushed the hair out of your face,
his rough fingers brushing against the soft skin of your face. You stuck the
Santa hat on top of his golden curls, a mischievous twinkle in your gaze. He
exhaled a long breath, just looking at you. And then he pulled you in for a
sweet, holiday kiss.
A Relationship with Warren Worthington Would Include...
A/N: I’m trying to get back into writing and i know i’ve done ‘Dating’ with Warren Worthington before but I had this request on my list as well, even though i couldn’t find the original request, let me know what you think maybe? xx
warnings: Language, Sex mention (a lot), light smut (like this gets kind of heavy, but I do not write actual smut so)
word count: 2057
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.”
“You are infuriating!” and “I can’t get you out of my head.”
Notes: this is a really old request like really old that i finally randomly decided to finish. i haven’t written warren in so long rip. requests are open!!
spent time with Warren, more than enough time to know that he was
cocky, arrogant and got what he wanted, when he wanted it. It was no
surprise when Warren wouldn’t stop till he got his hands on you. It
started as more of a little thing in Warren’s mind, to boost his ego,
but the more time he spent chasing after you; the more time he spent
noticing all these little things that drove him crazy and kept him up
all night like a love struck idiot. It wasn’t a long shot to say he’s
never wanted anything more than you and it wasn’t something where he
just wanted you you since you were off bounds or something, it was
because he knew you’d make him a better person. Warren wanted
something good and pure and real.
Warren had caught your attention, your head snapping back to see him
running towards you, wings hanging behind him as you kept walking out
towards the pond that sat out back the mansion.