#warren worthington x ps reader

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“Reassurance”: Warren Worthington Imagine/Headcanons: Plus Size Reader

Warren Worthington Imagine Warren Worthington x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

Imagine you and Warren comforting each other over scars and stretch marks....

Ok, first, you comforting him on his scars.

Wet, hot kisses all over them.

If they peek out...you MUST touch them.

You're damn near compulsive about it.

You always trace them in bed.

Your fingers are a damn near constant on Warren's skin that he actually feels a little weird without them.

You make new ones right beside them.

YOU NAUGHTY BEAST!

Charles cursing you for thinking your dirty, rotten, filthy thoughts.

For shame.

But it's not all saucy.  

It's sweet too.

"They shimmer, Warren."

"They one of my favorite things about you."

"They're part of you and as we both know, I love everything about you. Except for stinky socks.  God, no. Anything but that."

"How dare you hide my favorites from me?!?!?!?!!  I am appalled and OFFENDED!"

Honestly, your sweet side, your humor and your obviously attraction to him makes warm go all heart eyes everytime....well, every second of every day.

Gah, you're perfect.

Ok, now him comforting you on your stretch marks.

Ok, so they are his favorite pattern in the world.

The BEST art he could ever feast his eyes on

You just....man, you're a Warrior Goddess to him

Tiger stripes for day!

He's into it and tries to provoke you as much as possible to 'attack' him in bed

Because of your marks resembling a tiger and the fact that you leave scratches all over you...he actually calls you Tiger a lot

The whole 'Get 'em, Tiger' thing has a saucier meaning as he smacks your ass

Charles hates you both for your filthy minds

"Yours shimmer too, babe."

Mocks your own words/slash repeats them

He's teasing but he actually does mean what he says

HOWEVER

It backfires eventually

"They make me so hard."  "Warren!"

"They're so hot!" "Warren!"

"Come on, Tiger. Claim your prey." "Warren!" "Yeah, I like it when you say my name over and over."

"Listen here, bird boy.  Don't start some shit you ain't aimed to finish."  

"Oh, I'll finish...once I've had you a few more times."

Long story short- Charles banned you both from getting anywhere near him for atleast three weeks.

The emotional scarring you put him through.

Honestly, you two, honestly.

Think of his poor brain.

Lol, jk, TRAUMATIZE HIM WITH YOUR NAUGHTY FILTHY THOUGHTS

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Safe Heaven (Warren Worthington III x reader)

Requested by @kurt-nightcrawler: Um, your masterlist is small so I’ll request something. maybe like, quarantine is getting to y/n and her family keeps arguing and she feels like she’s going to burst out sobbing at any moment but no tears can come out, so she sneaks out to see her boyfriend, scott summers or warren worthington. You don’t have to, considering breaking quarantine is really serious and shouldn’t happen, despite it slowly being lifted in some places, but idk. 

A/N: So, I just finished a long ass finals 'week' which lasted almost a fucking month (online classes, yay). Here's one of the requests I had pending; feedback is always welcome so, if you have any advice or find any mistakes, you know what to do. Enoy…. Ps: Stay safe 💜💜💜

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x reader

Warning: Quarentine breaking with no mask on / a bit of angst at the beginning but a sweet, fluffy ending to make it up to you.

Word count: 1168

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You climbed the stairs to your room as fast as your feet would allow it. As soon as you got there, you let yourself collapse. The raging voices of your parents could still be heard clearly, so you made one last effort and closed the door, but that didn't help as you thought it would. Your head was pounding, and it didn't matter how hard you tried to breathe, all you achieved was to let out a string of choked whimpers. 

Your eyes closed and you found yourself wiping your burning cheeks but, to your surprise, your face was completely dry. Your body shook with an avalanche of Whimpers and erratic, gasping breaths. You tried hugging yourself in a failed attempt to feel safer, only then did you realize that your legs were beginning to feel numb. Running a clammy hand through your hair, you let your mind soar through the possibilities you had. 

Charles had called a few times in the past weeks to make sure you were doing okay, and you were sure he'd happily take you in; but you decided against calling him, afraid of being too much of a burden. Same went for Scott and Alex, who had even offered to sneak you out of your house and into theirs. You were grateful for your friends, truly; but, despite their good intentions, thinking of them added weight to your aching chest. 

You dragged yourself to the bathroom and eyed your reflection for a moment. Your skin was red and your head seemed to be dead weight over your shoulders. You washed the sweat off your hands and sprinkled your face with cold water. After stuffing some clothes and a few things in a duffle bag and grabbing your phone, wallet and keys, you opened your bedroom window and jumped without a second thought.

Only then did you realise how late it was; the navy blue had long ago replaced the fresh, golden tone that you had only witnessed from your window throughout the day. Night air was crisp, making you shiver when you felt it creep past the material of your -- Warren's-- hoodie, through the openings it had on the back. Placing the hood on your head, you cursed when you noticed that you had, in fact, also forgotten to grab a mask. So, you lightly tugged on the collar, making sure your nose and mouth were covered as you walked to your boyfriend's house. 

You embraced the silence of the empty streets as you calmly strolled, taking a moment to calm down. At least that's what you tried to do before your train of thought was stopped before it began to run. The scene was invaded by red and blue lights, hand in hand with the blaring sound of sirens. You sprinted toward a nearby bush and squatted, concentrating on your bag and clothes. You raised a hand to check and, when you didn't see it, you couldn't help it but grin. You had been perfecting your technique for the past few weeks, so that you could extend your power enough to cover nearby objects. 

When the street was cleared once again, you sprinted around the corner and inside the familiar apartment building. You opened the door and, once inside, took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. You fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve for a moment, then knocked the door a few times. You took a step back and glued your gaze to the ground before the blonde boy you so desperately wanted to see opened the door for you.

"Y/N?" He stepped aside to let you in. 

"Hi, Warr." You looked at him with glassy eyes, but managed to give him a quivering smile. 

He immediately reached out to hug you, but stepped back; knowing what had stopped him, you kicked your shoes off, dropped the bag and took off his hoodie, revealing a thin, black tee. Then, it was you who leaped toward him and put your arms around him, burying your face in his chest and letting your senses envelope the familiar scent that made you feel warm and safe. 

That's when you let your walls fall. Unafraid of consequences, Tears rained from your eyes and onto Warren's shirt, and your sobs echoed throughout the small apartment. You held onto Warren for dear life, as you --he thought-- explained what happened in mumbles that were inaudible, as your face was still resting against him. 

"Are- are you okay?" he asked, rubbing your back soothingly. 

You dryly chuckled at his question, even if he had considerably opened up since his arrival at the mansion, he still hadn't completely figure out how to lull or console someone. You found his awkwardness cute and comforting. 

"Can we just….," your voice faded into his chest as you hugged him tighter, which he immediately corresponded. He kissed the top of your head and embraced you with his wings, to which you sighed in contempt. 

When he sensed your breathing had become less erratic, he looked down at you and and offered, "Go have a shower and I'll wash this." 

"'Kay." You hugged him one last time, got your some stuff out of the bag, and headed  to the bathroom. He grabbed the hoodie and placed it on the washing machine, then sprayed alcohol over your bag and shoes, placing them right by the door. 

You bumped into Warren walking out of the bathroom. As you brushed the last strands of your hair, you let your gaze follow him as he carried a blanket to the living room. Knowing exactly what he was up to, you followed him with a bright smile on your face. One of your favorite things about him was the way in which, even if he tried to seem aloof and closed off, he knew exactly what to do to make you feel better, and never failed to put a smile on your face. 

He tumbled onto the couch when he arrived to the living room and placed the blanket on the spot beside him, still neatly folded. 

"C'mere," he patted the spot beside him, but you declined with a soft smile.

"Just a sec," you said, "gonna make some tea."

 Grabbing your wrist gently, he scoffed, "what kind of boyfriend do you take me for, princess, 'm way ahead of you."

With his head, he motioned toward the table; you followed his eyes and found two cups of steaming hot herbal tea. You beamed and shook your head. 

"Of course you are."

Before taking a place next to him, you wrapped yourself in the blanket. Then you curled up into Warren; he adjusted his position and gently pulled you down, so the two of you were laying on the couch, with his arm and wings around you. Then he hit play, and your favorite movie began playing on the T.V screen. 

In that moment, you knew… There was nowhere else in the world you'd rather be. 

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“Ornithophobic”: Warren Worthington III Imagine: Plus Size Reader

Warren Worthington III Imagine/Headcanons Warren Worthington x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Reader is Ornithophobic

Imagine having a fear of birds.... and a crush on Warren...

Unholy. Unnatural.

FEAR. OF. BIRDS.

Long story short, one flew into a room with you when you were a kid and you were slightly tramautized

And by slightly, I mean severely

To the point, where you locked the doors on your car if there were fucking ducks near you

And pigeons?

Oh forget it.

"You wanna feed the birds?"

Like just a deadpan, no emotion stare of HELL NAH!

However, apparently your mind decided to be attracted to Warren Fucking Worthington

Someone who had literal wings.

WINGS!

And he's so cute

And so sweet

And so perfect

And you find him so intimidating and terrifying and you just wanna run away every chance you get.

However, this is a person that you have to be around.

Someone you go on missions with.

So it is with dumb luck and misfortune that your ass gets kicked off a fucking building during a training exercise

You're expecting death

If you don't die you're assuming you'll be horribly fucked up

However, you never hit the ground

As a matter of fact- the ground is no where near you

And it's also at this exact moment that you realize you're terrified of heights

So you cling to whatever has you like your life depends on it

Because it does

Only then do you see the wings and you're biggest fears are coming true.

It's Warren of course but all you can think of is that some giant bird has come to snatch you up and feed you to it's young

You scream and he's quick to get you on the ground

You jumped away from him like the latch on a mouse trap snapping shut

He's a little hurt, of course.

You're so appreciative of him saving you but still terrified

However, it was nothing compared to the panic that surged through you as the swarm of people that surrounded you

But...

Wings surround you once again and your back hits a solid chest

You're at peace

You feel comfort in those wings and as you look up into those bright eyes of Warren's you calm down

He smiles then and it's the first time you've seen him smile

And it's fucking glorious

Let's just say- you've taken up falconry and you wear Warren's shed feathers for jewelry now

From terrified to obsessed...it's no secret at all who you belong to

And you couldn't be happier

Heeeey, smoochies!  So this actually got a little darker than I had intended and I kinda strayed from the original request…but I’m obsessed with it.  I’d kinda like to do a short story with it, maybe only a few chaps so ya’ll just let me know!

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it, smoochies!

If you wanna see more of my content just check out my blogs! @littlemessyjessi is the main blog full of fandom fictions, imagines, headcanons and sickeningly sweet fluff! Yeah, I know, lol. Barf.  But hey, I like it. @witchyweirdness is the magical blog full of witchy content And last but not least !   @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus is my monster blog full of all kinds of monster related content! So I hope to see you there! Love, Kenny

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“Sweet Serpent & Hellish Angel”: Warren Worthington III Imagine: Plus Size Reader

Warren Worthington III Imagine Warren Worthington x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Reader with Headcovering, Mutant Reader

When Warren first came to the mansion...well it was a mix of reviews honestly. 

In theory, no one wanted to judge him...but I mean- the Apocalypse had shit get very real. 

However, eventually more and more started to warm up to him. 

Now, he spent his time with Kurt and Peter most of the time.

The children weren’t super terrified of him anymore. 

However, a lot of that probably had to do with the fact that he let them play on his metal wings. 

Little ones had a way of worming into his heart. 

Angel features be damned. 

His bad boy persona made him look like a badass- and he was- but Warren was really just a big softie. 

Well, a softie that could rip you apart in two seconds flat but whatever. 

Let’s not split hairs here, hm? 

Anyway, probably his biggest problem ..... was you. 

He was under the impression that you barely acknowledged his existence. 

To him- you were so perfect. 

In reality, most people were actually terrified of you. 

But then again, with the Medusaen mutation.... a lot of people would be. 

Especially for anyone who feared snakes. 

See your mutation was commonly referred to as the Medusa mutation due to the fact that you literally had snakes for hair and if provoked you could wither an unholy glare that would turn one to stone. 

Literally. 

Of course there were other things that were far more impressive than that. 

Like, perhaps the scale regeneration that allowed you to literally shed an injury. 

The only down side was that you never got to keep a look for long.  

If you got injured you’re entire genetic makeup changed when you shed. 

The first week of training was the worst. 

Monday you were green eyed, freckly and had ginger snakes, Tuesday a dark skinned melanin queen with hazel eyes and by Friday you were caramel skinned and had honey colored snakes. 

No one could keep up with you and fucking Charles thought it was hilarious.  

Fucking Charles. 

Sometimes, man.  You’d just like to smack him. 

Anyway, the point is- no one talks about the good shit. 

What everyone remembers is that you were the chick with snakes growing out your head and could turn you to stone. 

This was exactly the reason why you just covered you head anymore. 

Always a nice scarf to match your outfit and all that. 

It just...kept the stares down. 

It worked to your advantage since you were always cold anyway. 

Which is precisely the reason why you wanted to murder Charles at that exact moment. 

He knew you were cold blooded and yet he still chose to force everyone outside on this FRIGID night. 

“Early spring, my ass.” you muttered to yourself earning a chuckle from your right. 

You glanced over see the massive wings and the impossible sweet features....that masked that bad boy persona. 

Warren. 

Man, that boy was a dream....even if he was probably a nightmare for the heart. 

“Cold?” he asked, lifting a brow at you over those lovely, lovely eyes of his. 

“A little.” you said. “I’m cold blooded.  It’s really not that bad.  I just- holy shit- why don’t you have a shirt on?! You’ll freeze your nips off!” 

Warren snorted at your outburst but shrugged. 

“Guess, I’m just used to it.  I adjusted over the years.  It’s more trouble to put clothes on over the wings than to just do without.” he shrugged. “I’m pretty warm.  You’re welcome to come steal some heat.” 

The look on his face was a tad ....fuck that- it was very suggestive but in that moment...you could not have cared less. 

It was cold. 

You hated Charles for making you come out and you could basically feel the heat rolling off of Warren. 

You attached to his side like a fucking magnet and he chuckled. 

Trying his best to keep his thundering heart beat from you. 

But you heard it anyway. 

You just had too much tact to say anything. 

However, you didn’t miss the sniggering of a certain mind reader. 

“I hate you, Charles.” you thought and his voice invaded your mind. 

“Sure you do.” his voice echoed. “You hate me the same way your sweet little serpentine self isn’t wound around your hellish angel.  I definitely believe that.” 

“I’m gonna bite you.” you said. 

“Huh?” Warren said. “I mean, I might could be into that.”

You’re face rushed with blood. 

“I’m sorry.” you whispered. “I didn’t meant that for you.  Charles was invading my privacy so I was threatening his life.  That was- I meant- he was- shit, I’m sorry.”

Warren chuckled and tucked you back into his side and under his wing. 

“Not a problem.” he said. “’Sides, I’m kinda into anyway.” 

You peeked up at him coyly, careful not to turn him to stone. 

It wouldn’t be permanent and the boy already looked like a greek statue but damn, what a waste of flesh. 

“Oh my god.” Charles coughed. “I...I’m sorry.  Turn it off. Turn it off.” 

You grinned evilly before winking at Warren. 

“Care to help me torture the privacy invading mind reader, dear?” you asked. 

Warren smirked, “Huh, and everyone thinks you’re so sweet.” 

“And you look like an angel.” you said with a shrug. “Guess there’s more to us than anyone thought.” 

There was a glimmer of something in his eyes for a second before he grinned and just scooped you up and headed off. 

“Don’t do anything to her!” Charles shouted. “At least not where I can hear it.  Dear god, help my soul.” 

Heeeey, smoochies!  So this actually got a little darker than I had intended and I kinda strayed from the original request…but I’m obsessed with it.  I’d kinda like to do a short story with it, maybe only a few chaps so ya’ll just let me know!

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it, smoochies!

If you wanna see more of my content just check out my blogs! @littlemessyjessi is the main blog full of fandom fictions, imagines, headcanons and sickeningly sweet fluff! Yeah, I know, lol. Barf.  But hey, I like it. @witchyweirdness is the magical blog full of witchy content And last but not least !   @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus is my monster blog full of all kinds of monster related content! So I hope to see you there! Love, Kenny

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“Filthy Thoughts”: Warren Worthington Imagine: Plus Size Reader

Warren Worthington Imagine Warren Worthington x Reader : Ps Reader , Plus Size Reader

Imagine pushing Warren to his limits....

Warren had always known you to be a tease.

The phrases "best behavior" or "don't cause a scene" ?  

They just weren't in your nature.

For some they couldn't stand you for it.

For Warren- it meant that you felt comfortable enough around him to mess with him.

Sometimes he doubted that you understood just how much it meant to him.

HOWEVER.

He was getting real damn tired of your ass at the moment.

Why?

Well, because you'd been a horrible little tease all day.

Everything you did...he felt like you did it just to torture him.

He wasn't wrong.

Poor Charles had had enough of your fiesty self more than once and forced you away.

By the time night fell- the both of you were locked in his room.

And poor Charles was nursing some scotch just to drown out your FILTHY thoughts!

Hello darlings! Hope you enjoyed this little piece and have a wonderfully awesome day!

If you wanna see more of my content just check out my blogs! @littlemessyjessi is the main blog full of fandom fictions, imagines, headcanons and sickeningly sweet fluff! Yeah, I know, lol. Barf.  But hey, I like it. @witchyweirdness is the magical blog full of witchy content And last but not least !   @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus is my monster blog full of all kinds of monster related content! So I hope to see you there! Love, Kenny

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