Hello! Im angel, I've been an xmen fan since about 2017 and know extensively about the comics. Anytime I write for a character it will be how their comic counterpart is written or include references to the comics (I’ll try list issues where I can!) I do not write for their fox movie counterparts (sorry movie xmen fans, ily still)
!I do not use any ai on this account and do not want/appreciate my works being turned into ai!
this account will post nsfw/smut so if you are a minor and do decide to follow me please steer clear of any posts marked 18+/mdni.
*I cannot guarantee all requests will get written, I go through them and write what I feel I can put passion, time and care into!*
When writing your Request, please be clear! I’m autistic and the requests I tend to avoid are the ones I’m unsure of/seem too vague. I really appreciate nice, clear detail!
What i will write:
- Fluff of any kind!
- Angst
- Comfort/oddly specific comfort: everyone has their own stuff they deal with. Sometimes having something written for you or that fits your situation right can genuinely just feel nice, I don't have any issue doing a scenario that seems "too specific" cause chances are that others will relate too
- Suggestive/Full on smut
- Stuff involving a little blood, bone breakages, cuts and all that jazz, they can take part in angst or be background parts to stories. No full on gore tho
- NSFW/SFW alphabets.
- I am afab, so I’m not super confident in writing for amab when it comes to smut however I can still attempt it! Most of my writing will be gender neutral unless stated otherwise.
- I can absolutely write poly! x reader stuff (I hear you gambit x rogue x reader people)
- I can write for multiple characters at once
- I only write smut if it’s specified you want smut, fluff/very moderate suggestiveness will be the default!! Please keep this in mind :3
- As said earlier, I can write for anyone. If you don’t specify amab or afab (especially when it comes to smut) I will usually default to gender neutral!
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**I am Scottish and English isn’t my first language (Gaelic first/English second) so please note the way I word certain sentences/plays on words/language used may be different.
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What I won't write:
- Scat/Piss/Fart stuff
- Incest/fauxcest/pedophelia/barely legal age gaps/freshly 18 trope
- Smut that includes a lot of very graphic violence (there can be exceptions to this, I will elaborate further down*)
- Rape/Sexual assault/cnc or anything where the line of consent is beyond blurred or left ambiguous
- Feet stuff, feet make me squeamish
- Rogue x magneto anything
- Gore/beheadings/etc within sexual context.
* The violence part can differ, for example: if I’m writing a character that’s a Vampire and they suck your blood during the deed, whatever, fine. Consensual play with dangerous objects is also allowed, Yandere tropes can also be included, as long as the violence isn’t super intense. As always, you can Request stuff and I have the freedom to decline if I feel it’s too much, so if you’re unsure/your request is a grey area, send it in anyways and I’ll decide if it’s too much or not.
Characters I'll write for:
Any of the xmen including any that don't get as much attention. I see you and ily people who are fans of xmen with crumbs
-I won't write for characters outside of the xmen franchise, xmen is my huge hyperfixation and I fear it’s all I know when it comes to marvel
*I cannot guarantee all requests will get written, I go through them and write what I feel I can put passion, time and care into!*
It’s that time of the month, I’m coming to the end of Requests I have left, So, Requests are open again!
Feel free to direct yourself toward my pinned post for all the details and check out my other works to see if you enjoy the way I write!
Your requests are always super appreciated, As always: I cannot guarantee I’ll write everything I’m requested to do, no hard feelings if your request is not done :)
No matter how niche your fav x-men character is, they can always be included!
Not proofread!! Reminder that reqs are open if you enjoy this writing, check pinned post beforehand :3
Synopsis - When a mission turns stale and there’s time to burn, he can’t help but want you. Usually he would’ve waited till you’d returned back home but he couldn’t help it.
C/W - Reader has a vagina and breasts, references to body hair, not really any verbal references to gender, needy Gambit, Suit ripping, he feels so bad for needing you but he couldn’t wait, creampie, Remy having you wear his coat as he makes love to you, established relationship?? kind of? you guys can be dating, unoffical or hooking up, porn with a loose plot, wolverine and storm make a non sexual appearance at the end.
A/N - Trying to get Gambits accent right and using more Cajun words 💔 it’s a work in progress, it’s hard learning what cajun dialect is correct when you’ll hear so many different opinions on what’s right or wrong. I also contemplate on writing the words how they sound the way I do with chére being “sha” instead, but I feel like it’ll just get a little confusing.
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The low hum of barely working, yellowed lights had long faded into the background, the dingy lights casting an unappealing glow across the room, There was residue on the floor in the shapes of squares, almost like crates had been put there but had been since moved. This was supposed to be a search for ties to a mutant trafficking ring but it had been seemingly wiped clean. Everyone split off into groups of two. Jubilee and Wolverine, Scott and Jean, Rogue and Nightcrawler and finally, You and Remy. “Ça sent la merde. dis’ place cleaned off da bone.” that familar, cajun lilt commented. You could feel his presence behind you somewhere. “Yeah, looks like there was stuff here. Crates? Boxes?..Cages? it cant have just..vanished. it’s gone somewhere, anyone who can clean out entire warehouses within half an hour of a report being made has to be hiding something.” You didn’t wanna give up. none of the x-men did, mutants were in danger and it felt debilitating to be reaching for nothing but distant threads every time.
A heavy, warm weight settled on your shoulders. It smelled just like him, his cologne, and his cigarettes. The warmth of his beloved trenchcoat settling into you, it comforted the cold absence that had settled into your bones. “s’cold in here, non? need it more dan i do.” he soothed, one of his hands lacing with yours, giving a squeeze that silently assured you of his presence with you. “Thanks, Remy.” You offered a smile. It wasn’t a big grin but his comfort did mean a lot and did make you feel better. “We gonna find dem’. dunno when, dunno what lead will be “the one” but we got this. Ain’t the first time we have had to track down leads for a long time.” pecking a kiss to your cheek as he offered his support. you lean into it instinctively, feeling his warm lips travel all over you face, an experimental one on your jaw. It made you feel warm, less shit.
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Kisses developed into groping, which turned into humping through spandex against one of the rusted shelves. soft moans and whimpers leaving both your lips, your hands tugging on his thick, auburn hair. “Remy—shit. We can’t” You whispered, but neither of you were pulling away. “I know, sha. I know. Jus’—need you bad. Bad. Gambit got an envie f’you—“ he whispered, lips kissing down your chin, down your chest to where he could hear your heart thumping. “Tell me to stop, I’ll stop. You know dat” he hummed, not letting himself travel any further unless he knew you wanted this too. You were torn, this was supposed to be an important mission, but..everything was wiped. What else was there to do? “..Don’t stop. Please.” The smirk that grew on his face was helplessly sinful, kissing down your midriff, lips brushing the spandex of your suit. “Dat’s it. So sweet, sha..been needin’ you somethin fierce.” He mumbled, his hands skimming your inner thighs. Not to rub, but to tear. Ripping a decently sized hole right where your cunt was weeping. You shoot him a glare, half hearted but firm. “Those are expensive, you know? Those repairs gotta come out my pocket or I need to beg Scott to put some of the x-men money for it, which would be fine if I didn’t just have to get a new suit like a month ago.” A huff left your lips, clearly a little miffed. “Tes bête..You know ah ain’t got no problem’ wit’ ripping’ expensive t’ings. Lemme get it paid for, hein?” he cooed, leaning up for an apology kiss, pressing his lips to yours as his fingers traced the rip of the spandex.
his fingertips drifted down, brushing against the coarse hair of your mound, dipping down to the outer labia, pleasantly surprised at the wetness already pooling between your thighs, grinning into his lips on yours. “an’ you wanted ta’ act all coy n’ “noo Remy, dis is wrong” me. you wantin’ dis just as bad.” he teased, his other hand freeing his cock from the well placed hidden zipper at his crotch, he was nothing if not a man prepared for sex or to jerk off when necessary. “So what if I want it. I said we shouldn’t cause we are in the middle of a mission, not that you don’t turn me on.” You countered, folding your arms. He couldn’t stop the grin on his face widening “you lucky we on a bit of a time crunch, or I’d be down on you till my jaw locks.” “Whatever..shuddup and get to it, swamp boy.” No time was wasted, guiding his cock to the dripping warmth of your cunt, easing himself in with that practiced method that spoke volumes of how many times he had you like this. “hoo, dat pussy got some bite to her.” He grunted, giving you a little pat on the butt before smoothing his hands over your legs before hitching them up so he could sink deeper, you felt a jump in your stomach when his head almost nudged against your cervix, bottoming out perfectly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel full. The cockiness on both ends faded, Remy kissing your neck as he drew his hips back, sinking back in smoothly. “Dat good?” he whispered, voice a mere rasp. One look at your face was self explanatory, eyes all blissed out looking. “Mmhhmm—keep going, please.” You pleaded, he couldn’t leave you hanging, you looked too pretty.
Humid, heavy slaps of his hips smacking against the backs of your thighs filled the room, His warm hands cradling you close, keeping you semi hidden incase of anyone deciding to walk in, bodies growing warm as his chest was pressed against you, kept warm in the cocoon of his coat. Murmured praises leaving his lips that hardly made sense to your hazed mind. His thrusts weren’t rough and reckless, they were so deliciously planned, Never hitting too hard but never mellowing out either. He knew what you could take. “T'as besoin de ça? Dat face sayin’ it all, sha.” He hummed, maintaining that pace that make you squirm. “Dunno what you’re saying..” you whined, head throwing back with a soft thump against the rickety shelf you were pressed up against. “Watch ya head..” his voice laced with the remnants of a chuckle. One calloused hand came to yours, intertwining your fingers together as a little sign of gentleness, of love that he didn’t know how to admit out loud. Kissing your lips gracefully as he felt your body tensing. “C'est bon comme ça..dats it.” He felt the way he was encouraging your body into readying up for an orgasm, it made him glow with pride. The pleasure was starting to mount up inside you, hands bunching up the fabric of his trenchoat that extended past your arms length, bunching the lining inside it like it was keeping you together. That warm, tightening feeling travelling through your body.
“Remy—please” you squeaked out “I know. M’here, gotchu.” Shit. He was losing it too. His thrusts starting to quicken, consistency was no longer something his brain could compute. Apologies spilling from his lips as he quickened his pace. “Sorry…sorry, sorry—shit. Need you so bad” Your body felt like it was tingling, pleasure creeping up your spine, your hands digging into his shoulders like it was the only thing stopping you from melting into a puddle. The obnoxious slapping sound of sweating skin against skin filling the room entirely. Helpless, wet kisses pressed to your collarbone, dark marks starting to bloom on your neck. The sensations got more intense, that tightening in your gut feeling unbearable..until it snapped completely. Your body spasming around his as he held you steady, the full body orgasm making everything lock up for a few moments, Remy letting you cum as hard as your body needed, You wanted to call his name as you came but no sound came out. Your lover followed in suit, high on the adrenaline of getting you off and chasing his own peak. “C’mon, you got a bit more in you for me?” You nodded weakly, giving a soft “mm-hmm” his pace sped up again, getting himself to the edge as you pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder, encouraging him. “Love you..” you mumbled, the I got caught in your breathless, raw throat. it made his head tip forward. The surge of affection he felt coupled with the sheer need had his back arching, hips slamming forward in a final thrust as he came inside, his warmth settling low in your tummy. Both of you panting and slumping against each other. “..Je t'aime avec tout mon coeur.”
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a few moments later…
“Gah de don..lookit’ you sha. Did so good.” he purred sweetly, tucking his coat around you. It was warm, smelled like him, and covered the gaping hole between your thighs where he had ripped. Now the issue came, playing it normal on the walk back to the jet. An arm around your shoulder as both of you hobbled slightly, leaning on eachother for support on your shakey legs. “D’you think Scott will be mad if he finds out?” You asked sheepishly. “Nah. Him and Jean did the same mid-mission once or twice.” Remy shrugged, pressing an easy kiss to your temple, you both walked in silence for a moment before turning the corner. There he was: short, angry, old and smart, and Storm: pristine elegance, wrapped in a knowing smirk. it took one glance (and one sniff on Logan’s end) to figure out what the two of you had been up to. Sweaty, breathless, hobbling, and the previous repetitive smacking noises. “Fuckin’ freaks, the two of you are.” Wolverine teased as he kept walking, shaking his head. “Get a move on you two, we won’t tell a soul.” Storm said softly, giving the reassurance logan did not.
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Some of these may not be super accurate, if anyone feels there’s anything to correct please lmk!
“Ça sent la merde” - Something ain't right..feels off. Kind of like an expression for "smells like trouble”
“Envie” - in this context, this word connotes an extreme desire or craving (usually for a specific food) in my research I’ve found a lot of Cajun words tie back to food/can be used in the context of food which I think is neat.
“T'as besoin de ça?” - you need this?
“C'est bon comme ça” - That's good, like that.
“Gah de don” - look at that
“Je t'aime avec tout mon coeur.” I love you with all my heart
If we are mutuals and you tag me in those mutual questionaire things, pls don’t think I’m ignoring them </3 I’m relatively new to tumblr still and haven’t figured out all its nicknacks, I don’t know how to respond to them and idk how to message you guys to tell you that 😭
Tumblr is still a very confusing thing to me unfortunately. I’m still trying to find out how people do all those fancy fonts and other colours that aren’t the standard tumblr ones
hiii its me from the comments, could u please do magneto with a high libido reader?!!!
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Magneto + High Libido!Reader
Requests are open again, yippie!! If you enjoy this, feel free to drop a request in the requests section on my profile after reading my pinned post
Synopsis - Reader who has a pretty high sex drive and their lover, Magneto. He may not be able to physically keep up in some aspects, but he won’t let them be left antsy or getting off by themselves.
C/W - Mentions of sex (well..duh), Mentions of sex toys, references to magento enjoying puzzles and having a vegetable garden. Idc what anyone says, he likes his little old man activities.
A/N - I love Gambit but I’ve been wanting to branch out into other characters again and finally have mustered the motivation to do so, and I’m thrilled to write for magneto. So far I’ve also had really sweet interactions with Magneto x Reader tumblr too, I love you guys over here.
Feast, Magneto nation
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- Sex toys. Some people think these are SUPER ooc for him, but I see it as this: he doesn’t know much about them. But Magneto as a person isn’t against learning new things, especially if it can improve the sex life between you two. Reader having a high libido has me assuming that they have experience with them for their own pleasure before dating him. To me, You know about them and weren’t ever shy about telling him how they worked. He’s a little confused about it at first and they aren’t something he’s dabbled in, but he’s not mad at them, in fact: They come in handy very often in your sex life and he’s not against embracing them.
- Now, Magneto may be older but this doesn’t mean he’s above good sex for a few hours until you’re satiated, If his schedule is clear and you need him, he can and will haul you into bed while mumbling about how much he loves you.
- Now, there’s gonna be unfortunate complications. Magneto is a busy man and as much as he would love to be tending to you constantly, but he’s older and has people that need him, he’s as reasonable as he can be and doesn’t mind supplying you with money for toys or helping you pick them out, but he can’t be home all the time and he certainly can’t drop important matters that concern mutant livelihood, it’d be unrealistic to expect him to do so.
- Sometimes his body may be spent, and again: let’s be realistic, sometimes men who are in their 50s/60s can struggle to get it up after a long time, yes he’s a strong mutant so there§s the chance that it may be less of an issue, but I’m being flexible here. Magnetism in mind, you have a special dildo that has a very thin metal base and silicone form, Why such a specific sex toy, you may ask? So he can use his powers to thrust it inside you while he’s recuperating beside you, kissing your shoulders and telling you how pretty you look.
- Sex with him is rarely aggressive, he’s methodical. Keeping his pleasure and needs in mind while satisfying the beast that is your sex drive, it takes strategy. He burns out faster if he’s thrusting into you with reckless abandon, so sometimes he does take a slower pace but uses your favourite vibrator against your clit, it gives you the stimulus you need while also allowing him to be inside you longer.
- He feels bad when he can’t be home, he’s not very great at dirty texting or sending videos and much prefers the classic ways of taking you to bed, foreplay is something he’s honestly really into. He’s already sexy either way, but it’s even hotter when he’s not trying to be sexy. Making breakfast in the morning, when he’s tending to his vegetable garden, when he’s writing letters
- On that note…him in the morning when he’s got his stupid little purple bath robe on, reading the newspaper with his coffee in hand, grey chest hair of all shades peeking out of the soft V cut of it, the belt of the robe tied in a neat knot. you wanna jump on him. He can feel it:
“My dear, you are great at many, many things but subtleness is not your forte.” He will say knowingly, eyes not drifting from his newspaper. “Let me finish reading about today’s endeavours of the news and my coffee, I would like to know about the weather, then I’ll take you right back to bed.” He says calmly, he can’t help but tease you a little sometimes, he also just really likes catching up on the news and trust he makes up for it.
- Really out of pocket but sometimes when he gets close to cumming, metal stuff in the room starts to levitate just a little. The first time it happened you were giggling mid orgasm and he felt so embarrassed </3 poor old guy, you had no hesitation assuring him it wasn’t bad at all, and you got used to it. You do tease him about it and he’s playfully not amused.
- We talked about toys for when his dick starts unfortunately getting a little worn out, but he’s also okay using his mouth and hands. He knows your body off by heart now and could map it easily but the first few times he was eating you out he wore his glasses so he could see properly.
- More of a serious headcanon here but from what I’ve learnt from people with high sex drives that I’ve talked to, sometimes they have a tendency to over exert themselves especially if sex is used as a kind of emotional released, so if that resonates with you then he keeps a good eye on it. When your body can’t match the strain of your mind, he’s there. Large, warm hands holding yours as he eases you into a more careful pace so you don’t hurt yourself. If it’s really bad, and he believes you need a moment to just chill or he’s not comfortable with how worked up you’re getting, he will stop you and cuddle you for a while, letting you talk or cry it out with him.
- Aftercare will be cuddling together and occasionally reading, watching tv or doing puzzles together. He loves a good puzzle and says it’s good for rejuvenating the mind after sex. You’re sitting there all sweaty and spent and he’s sitting there with his glasses on and completing a puzzle with swans on it. “Do you care to help? Or would you just prefer to snooze?” He will ask attentively, no matter your answer, he’s pressing a kiss to your shoulder and moving him and his puzzle closer.
Synopsis - Remy Lebeau sfw alphabet, each letter curated to its respective prompt :3
C/W - no content warnings, just fluff for the most part!
A/N - this is where I can utilise my knowledge on how he has acted with all his different love interests..reading far too many Gambit comics comes in handy.
Would you guys ever want a Gambit reading guide from me?
NOT PROOFREAD
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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
For Gambit, he’s pretty friendly already. He gets along with most people if they are decent. I imagine you’d start as friends and get closer, then maybe start dating. The flirting slowly intensifies as you get closer. He’s very attentive and learns you as a person and knows what lines not to cross, he’s also protective but very lowkey and causal about it. Somebody is bothering you? He slings an arm around your shoulder and enters the altercation with ease that disarms. It’s a very slow buildup to a relationship.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves cuddling so dearly, burying his face into your chest after a long day, holding you when the day has treated you rough, sleepy cuddles in the morning, cuddling to stay warm, cuddling watching a movie, he’s very touchy if you’ll let him be.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
This one also depends cause contrary to what some people seem to parrot on here, he was very avoidant for a long time. Look at how stuff went with his ex wife, they committed but once the pressure ensued he started to fall out of love or want to escape. It takes a LOT of trust and time for him to be ready to take big steps and at times it can be scary for you, you can sometimes feel him recede when you wanna go forward and it’s put you two in a push and pull at times.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Gently, he’s not the type to do it as cruelly as possible and I think he’s pretty reluctant about it too. Some things do have to end for the greater good. he’s gonna try fix it in every possible way he can to try salvage it, but if all is just loss then he does it simply: makes coffee for the two of you, asks to have a serious talk. No bravado, no flirting, no Charm, but this melancholy sort of tension resides in him. He lets you down carefully. “Dis’ ain’t working between us, I’ve tried to make it work and extend it, thought it was just a rough patch but I don’ wanna keep fighting for somethin’ dat I gotta fight forever. I t’ink it’s best we break up.”
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Okay so this can go one of two ways. He’s super slow about it or he’s snapping the opportunity up when it feels right. For the latter to work it’s an “all the planets align” moment, literally just like how Rogue and Gambit got married, sealing off a 12 year long breakup. He can be kind of avoidant however I’d say he isn’t against getting a house together early on, he likes belonging but also does enjoy the ability to come and go freely
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
You’d never guess for a second that his hands were capable of any form of cruelty with how gentle he is. He’s very careful with you even if he knows you can handle yourself.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He adores hugs, his are always very firm and drawn out. Likes putting his chin on people’s heads or spinning them around.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Okay so Gambit again being a little avoidant at times, saying it isn’t the big deal. It’s acting on it, I’m not saying he’s outwardly toxic but Gambit (especially if we are talking 90s Gambit) knows how to wrap stuff up in pretty words, but again his big thing comes down to commitment. It’s easy to say I love you but to really show it and make you feel it, he’s a lot shyer. I do think as time goes on he starts to mean it more, the way his eyes soften and his forehead bumps yours when he says it quietly, no loud performance crowding it. Just love, honest love.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
I don’t think he’s actually a very jealous person, he trusts you fully and if anything is more concerned about you being comfortable. He’s pretty easy going so if he feels left out he knows how to involve himself, it’s only an issue if he’s being actively and intentionally left out, and he will tell you about it after sulking about it for an hour or two.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Everywhere ever, every day. He’s kissing your hands, your wrists, your shoulders, your back, your spine, your forehead, cheeks, lips, the crown of your head. Like with hugs, they come easily. He does it so mindlessly that half the time he doesn’t realise he’s doing it, he has the habit of kissing your head when he goes to get up or move when cuddling you.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Kids LOVE Remy Lebeau, when he’s not showing them card tricks or teaching them how to be devious, he’s very careful with them. I think he’s a little less good at interacting with teens cause some of them just get suspicious of him at first, however younger kids? Babies? Young teens? They love him to bits.
He has zero qualms babysitting, he lets kids ride his shoulders, the type to wave at a baby in a stroller if they acknowledge him first by pointing or giggling.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
In most cases they are slow, usually waking up with him holding you or on top of you in some way, his body always running warm to the point sometimes you have to peel yourself away from him just to start getting up in the morning. Being an X-man isn’t always a full time job as sometimes stuff is quiet or he isn’t needed, so sometimes he sleeps in while you get ready for work or to start the day in whatever way you do. It’s either sleeping in, or he’s awake before you and has made breakfast/had to rush out the door and left you a little pick me up + a note.
If he isn’t home, there’s a Goodmorning text, maybe a picture of wherever he is/a filler of what him and the others are gonna be doing, dealing with a new villain or extra terrestrial threat, on a different planet, the whole shabang, sends you some money for you to buy breakfast.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Winding down slowly, sometimes he’s home and sometimes he isn’t.
If he’s home, you’re both flopping down together. Basking in eachother for a little while, mumbled I love you’s and giggling while making dinner together, stolen kisses and doing your respective nightly routines together, sometimes you’ll shower together or alone depending on the day either of you have had, before curling up in bed together. Maybe a warm drink and falling asleep to your favourite show or book.
In the case he’s not home, a goodnight text or calling for an hour or two till you bid eachother goodnight. It makes the distance feel smaller depending on where he is.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Slow as fuck, if you can’t deal with stuff being hidden from you or his sketchiness before telling you stuff then you won’t work out and I think that’s just in general why he’s had so many relationships go south. I know a lot of people base their Gambit off his current relationship with Rogue but a lot of people forget how hard the two had to work for that, as well as the fact he had the “truth” forced out of him when Magneto forced Rogue to kiss him (which both him and Rogue did not want*) to absorb the memories of the Morlock massacre (x-men 248-250)
He’s got a lot of baggage so you’re gonna be waiting a while to fully know him and it does take a toll on the relationship at times. If it’s earlier in the night, he’s quizzing you on what you’re having for dinner, leaves little written down recipes for you/frozen meals you can heat up if you’re not a good cook. It’s not that you’re incapable but sometimes food made by the right person can also cure the ache of missing them.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Not really easily angered at all, he’s got the patience of a saint. At worst he could get annoyed at somethings but that’s pretty much it unless it’s extreme or for the sake of protecting somebody.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Remembers a lot more than he gives himself credit for cause he doesn’t do it consciously. He’s constantly accidentally restocking stuff you own “oh, that shampoo is the one my chére uses. Didn’t they mention they had to buy a new one? I’ll just get it for them and save them the trouble.”
He remembers everything like it’s breathing, your favourite music, your favourite foods, stuff you told him on your first date or when you were friends, he just knows stuff and remembers stuff even you don’t know remember
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His first date with you, he’d never been nervous for a date before but he found himself nervous for this one. Clammy hands holding a pretty bouquet of flowers as he stood in front of his well loved, beat up 1966 Pontiac GTO. He felt like a Highschool boy on his first prom date. He remembers how patient you were, how shy you were too. It’s a memory he keeps in the sacred pocket of his heart all the time.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He’s not overbearing about it but he does worry, he’s always offering to pick you up and take you places and likes to keep am arm slung around you most times. He doesn’t escalate stuff however he’s not above throwing hands if danger does not back down.
In the sense of him being protected, it’s hard to protect him. But just you standing up for him, cleaning his knuckles after he decked somebody for harassing you and not stopping. He also appreciates when you comfort him when he has nightmares and hold him.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He tries hard and puts a lot of effort into whatever he can, he wants to make life easier for you. He’s always planning the loveliest dates and anniversary gifts or helping around with mundane tasks. You’re tired after coming home from work? Let him clean the dishes and lock up the house for you. You had a late night and wanna sleep in? He’s checking the mailbox, making breakfast, feeding the cats, letting you snooze.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Smoking, drinking and leaving are some of his worst feats. Sometimes he will vanish without a trace and not tell you. It doesn’t happen as often but sometimes you feel anxious when you wake up and he’s not there.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not overly concerned since he knows he’s hot and doesn’t have to try too hard to upkeep it, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try though. He dresses in a way that makes him look good, puts on cologne, shaves, his hygiene is honestly pretty good. Diligent with his hair care too.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
This is another one of those where it’s complicated. He loves you dearly but it’s not like he cannot function without you, and sometimes he’s the one making the distance. He misses you like a limb but sometimes he just gets so in his own head he knows it for the best to have some distance
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Loves arcades and being nerdy (nerdy part is canon tho), he could lose all his money on those stupid 2 pence machines and flex whatever dumb keychain he got. He has multiple silly keychains on his house keys, one of which you won for him.
He’s so fucking hard to buy gifts for and always hits you with bullshit like “you’re my best gift” “I have everything I need right here” and it’s so sweet but also you just wanna buy him a nice present.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
- People who show hatred/Jealousy toward his past lovers like Rogue, Cecilia, Marissa, Belladonna, etc. he punched Joseph and fought him at the mere notion he could’ve been peeping on Rogue and thrown hands for people talking shit about her, has risked his life for storm and the other x-women. Also cause, a lot of “bad” stuff his ex lovers has done, he’s done too. He sees it as unfair to forgive and cherish him but not forgive them.
- Disrespectful people/pushovers that crave to please him, there’s a panel I’m thinking about where he touches on disliking people who try change for him or bend to what they think is his whims.
- *Leading on from this point, Utterly despises controlling partners. does not fuck with the “you can’t befriend women/men” shit. He’s been around women who have cared for him and in ways saved him, he is not abandoning them. He loves his tante mattie, rogue, storm, jean, marissa, cecilia.
- Does not like people who don’t say excuse me when moving past people, it’s his biggest pet peeve. He will sometimes just stay still until the person says excuse me and says something like: “didn’t know you needed past. Maybe say somethin’ next time, homme.”
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Sleeps like a rock or sleeps light, no in between. His heavy sleeping is always at the most inconvenient times too. You’re watching a movie on the couch and he falls asleep, you let him, the movie ends, you go to get up but he’s quite literally squishing you and you cannot get up, you try shaking him awake and at one point even lick him, but he doesn’t budge. You end up sleeping on the couch that night
He gets nightmares sometimes, sometimes he wakes up and holds onto tighter you for comfort, He feels horribly silly for it every time and hates how he, a grown man seeks comfort in you like a kid but it really does genuinely soothe him to just sit in your presence.
I’m not sure if your request are open but if they are can you please write about boyfriend nightcrawler if possible ;3
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Your Boyfriend, Kurt.
Synopsis - as the title suggests, it’s time for nightcrawler headcanons “if he was your boyfriend” edition
C/W - no content warnings, just fluff and silliness
A/N - Ive recently been rereading all my nightcrawler comics so I feel compelled to get some Nightcrawler stuff posted cause I’ve been kind of mulling them over, I missed that fuzzy little elf
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- Right off the bat, he’s very cuddly. I know, some may cringe at the word cuddly but just hear me out, we know his fuzz is canonically quite velvety and sometimes grows in thicker tufts around where pubic hair grows and it makes him quite cozy. He just likes hugging you and sitting with you. If you’re watching TV? Oh well, you’re BOTH watching it now cause he’s sitting next to you and using you as a pillow
- Brushes his fuzz, sometimes he has you help brush his chest cause it can get kind of knotted or matted with all his moving around and teleporting.
- Stinky…he’s become nose blind to the way sulfur smells and the way he carries that on him. He comes back home after being sent away and the whole house smells like farts for at least two days, even worse if you live in an apartment complex…you get neighbors complaining often unfortunately, one of the neighbours kids refers to him as the “stinky blue man”
- Depending on what era of the xmen, as we know..Kurt is very clearly a mutant. He is bright blue, fuzzy, has bright yellow eyes and a tail. So, if you’re a human or other mutant being in public could be dangerous, so I feel like he’s honestly really hesitant with public affection sometimes, worried he could be recognised and targeted and that you might get roped into it.
- If you’re dating him during the time he was spider man (Uncanny spiderman 2023) you did in fact recreate the upside down kiss thing solely for sillies.
- Sometimes you have two stinky men in your house for when Kurt lets Logan stay when he’s in his loner/reverting to being a wild animal phase, Logan doesn’t like you at first but warms up to you in his own lukewarm way, becomes more tolerant
- You get close with Rogue and Gambit too, so many visits from them and to them. You learn a lot about Kurt through both of them (mainly Rogue as she was around in the 80s xmen era)
- He loves listening to you talk, he just sits there all goo-goo eyed and nodding along to whatever you’re saying.
- You have a habit of holding one of his fingers when holding hands with him considering he only has three fingers, you also hand made him some gloves for winter so his hands could be warm.
- He has a habit of walking around barefoot as often as he can, similar to the hand issue..he rarely finds shoes that accommodate his lack of toes, he despises socks too.
- Such a sweetheart toward you, I know it’s a granted but he’s just overall such a joy to be around. You rarely fight, he’s very supportive emotionally, he gets so giddy introducing you to the x-men cause he’s had some unfortunate experiences with dating and how people react towards his looks.
- This leads me onto, is he insecure? Well, yes..and no. Kurt has dealt with weird stares and mean comments all his life, like most mutants have—especially if they have physical signs of being a mutant—However, I don’t think he’s as insecure as I’ve seen some others depict him as. We know he canonically hangs around known accepting circles (the current UXM run confirming he vibes with furries) so I think he gets a lot of validation and comfort there and from his friends and has kind of grown out of caring much about what people think.
- Asks you to go to furry conventions and parties with him, gets so overjoyed if you do come with him. He does NOT fw people who hate furries.
hi i love your writing! i’m so happy your reqs are open for x-men because i feel like we need more of those! i was wondering if you could write a scott x reader fic where the reader gets tipsy/drunk and gets more touchy/frisky because of it. if you can’t no worries but tysm! x
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Tipsy wife, flushed husband.
Synopsis - After an alcohol filled night, you made your way home to your husband who puts up with your attempts at drunk flirting and tucks you into bed.
C/W - poor dude is utterly stressing and flustered, he’s very sweet and loving to you though and SO organised. Alcohol usage is referenced, Reader is tipsy and kind of silly.
A/N - hello world, I’ve crawled out my little hole in the ground again, I feel like I’m always dropping off the face of the earth 💔 I’m sorry guys, chronic illness is kicking my butt
I ate some utterly delectable Tesco double chocolate cookies while writing this, and it unfortunately does show through. (Reader eats some chocolate cookies as tipsy munchies..) magik and Scott’s friendship is referenced cause they were so sweet dude wtf
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A night out with your friends, you said. He never minded you doing your own thing and made a point to gather together a little hangover kit for you for when you got back, incase he was already in bed once you were home, usually tucked into the covers by 12 at the latest.*
You stumble through the front door, clearly a little buzzed after being dropped off by a friend who had not drank. An appropriate half-past eleven reading on the clock. You slip off your shoes and leave them next to his that are stacked neatly by the door on the shoe rack he insisted on getting for the home. You amble into the kitchen in your buzzed mind, glancing around the home that belonged to you and him. You suddenly realise just how much it means to you and how it really reflects the two of you. His coat over the back of a chair, both your mugs sat together, endless postcards from friends on missions in space or across the world pinned to the fridge. It was a good way of keeping everyone in the loop. Rogue and Gambit getting married, Jubilee having her son turn into a dragon, The time storm got hit in the face with a bowl of potato salad and somebody miraculously got a picture, The x-mansion blowing up one of those times, magik with her friends and sending him updates on stuff all adventures you’d been around for or that happened before you. It all felt so familiar.
However, Your eyes land on the sealed paper bag of double chocolate cookies. Chocolate cookies sound so good to a tipsy person. You could always eat just one. Or one and a half..maybe two. The temptation of chocolatey goodness was not easy to pass up, you open the bag as delicately as you can. Grabbing cookie number one and taking the first bite. It was heaven, sweet, rich, the little bits of white chocolate scattered throughout the soft cooked dough was honestly soul healing. You were so engrossed that you did not spot your slightly puzzled husband behind you “How on earth can you make so much noise when all you’re doing is eating one baked good.” He commented, walking further into the kitchen to wrap his arms around you from behind, sneaking a kiss to your temple. Feeling you almost stumble when trying to turn to face him “Scott! Aw, look at your face. You have your big dorky glasses on!” You cooed, tone slurred but seemingly upbeat, your hands cupping his face to pull him in for a kiss, then another, then another…his cheeks heated up with each one, he knew you’d be a little drunk but he didn’t realise it was “I need to be all over my husband” drunk.
“My dorky glasses? Those dorky glasses keep me from leaving a large hole in the kitchen wall—unless you’re suddenly planning renovations?” He teased, trying to keep himself composed. He wanted to be the one taking the wheel, who carried you to bed, got you water, helped you take your clothes and jewellery off, tucked you (swaddled you) under the covers and was there to help your hangover in the morning. “Renovations don’t sound half bad.. open floor plan.” You mumbled, lips grazing his neck in a way that made his heart start thudding against his chest. “Or open leg plan” your awful attempt at dirty talk was so bad it made him bashful, your hand feeling his abs in a half focused manner “Oh my god, that’s awful. you’re a menace. Who needs her bed, up. Cmon, up up up” he chided, scooping you up with one arm “Don’t lift me like that, it turns me on” He shook his head, the tips of his ears reddening the same shade of his glasses “Let it turn you on another day. I’m all yours, when you’re sober and not trying to seduce me with awful dirty talk.” He started walking out the kitchen, wife in one arm and scooping up the sober kit in his free hand, your half conscious body against him, still trying to press kisses to his cheek and neck that were more sloppy if anything. It was endearing in its own way.
“Scott, you’re hot. Like smoking hot…total sexy smokeshow” he nudged the bedroom door open with his foot as you spoke, mastering the talent of balancing his precious cargo “I’m aware, beloved. You tell me this very often, and when you’re drunk you tell me it even more.” He cooed, his patience for you endless. Getting you sat on the bed, arms lazily curled around his bicep in an effort to keep him close. He let you linger, a smile even making its way to his face “Look at these arms…wow. Big arms, you could like—crush my face with them” His hands cracked open a bottle of water, pressing it to your lips, he considered the bicep thing, you were incredibly silly like this. “Well, I’d rather not. You could just squish your face into them time to time. Paracetamol, open” he ordered softly as he pressed the two white pills into your hand, making sure you took them, watching you swallow them back before giving a satisfied nod. He sat next to you on the bed, rifling through the box “okay, I’ve got vitamin C gummies, snacks, more water. you should really load up on your water, crackers—“ You were very quiet as he listed stuff off, and then he noticed once he turned his head. Your face squished against his shoulder, arms loosely around his arm, asleep. It made his heart melt.
With careful, graceful ease he slipped your dress off, undid your heels and removed all jewellery, then pulling one of his shirts onto your sleepy form, watching the way you immediately seemed to curl into the feeling and smell of it. “God. You’re gonna kill me. I love you” He spoke into the silence, a hand running down his face and feeling his warm cheeks. He removed your makeup the best he could, curled into bed behind you and pulled your now swaddled form close, settling into slumber with you with the clock reading a perfect *12:00.
No ai has been used for this writing! I was just feeling the em dash today lolol
Synopsis - doubt stirs in your stomach over your lovers ex girlfriend, Rogue. You heard whispers about their history and it rocks your trust. You feel awful feeling jealous of a woman so lovely but you have to tell Remy how you feel. Rogue had always been the one he seemed to stick by, the long standing lover, the southern belle, could you ever be that?
C/W - you’re lowkey going through it reader, No rogue dissing around here if that’s what you’re expecting..Gambit being a lovely comforting boyfriend. this takes place during/after (??) Rogue and Gambits very large breakup, think 2016/17 Rogue when she’s part of uncanny avengers. Him and Rogue are still friends and she’s still there for him, you’re Gambits girlfriend of six months, yet you’ve heard rumours about Rogue and what she was to him.
A/N - I got a tad lazy with Gambits accent here I’m sorry </3 this was for an anon request but I wrote in in draft before answering the question and I’m too lazy to reformat all of this. Thank you Anon who asked for this!!
Wade x Rogue is hinted here too..Sue me ok, they were cute
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You watched the way Rogue and Remy interacted, Calmly talking over making dinner together for the party that would be going on later. Wade was pouring crisps into bowls, Johnny setting up pillows on the couch, as you watched longingly. You’d heard about what they’d had through the other x-men. They still interact so easily, so carefully. You want to find it sweet but insecurity burns through you. She’s got these gorgeous green eyes, a smile that could make somebody melt, curves, charming accent and personality, she’s so perfect. You felt shameful of the way you feel toward her. You don’t wanna hate her, not when she’s been welcoming to you too. Rogue and the rest of the Avengers were in town, so why not have a party? Let everyone mingle and meet eachother again. You loved all the colourful people Remy knew, all with interesting stories and experiences.
“Uh-Oh. Somebody’s got a frowny face. You okay, pumpkin?” Wade asks, rather unceremoniously slumping down next to you so he can nosy at whatever you’re staring at. His face softens at it, he knows Rogue and Gambits history well enough to know why you’re down in the dumps, he was in the same place when he found himself loving Rogue. “You know, they’ve been done a while. If you’re worried, talk to him about it.” Wow. The first wise words that have ever came out of Wade Wilson’s mouth. “It’s stupid, though. I know they don’t feel anything toward eachother but she’s just so-“ you couldn’t even find the words to describe Anna Marie. Compassionate, Fiery, Strong, she didn’t hold an ounce of negativity toward you. “I know how you feel. She’s so gorgeous I think I’ll die speaking to her sometimes—not that I like her!!Just..friends. Mind your business!” he snapped halfheartedly, getting defensive over his own words disclosing his little crush. “I didn’t say anything!! That’s all on you.” You scolded back, throwing a peanut at him as an act of revenge. “Ow—the fuck? Whatever. Seriously, talk to him.” You felt that reluctant gut feeling. You knew you should, of course you should. Wade was right and he was being surprisingly good at suggesting communication. Communication really was key and you knew Remy would be nothing but welcoming. Yet the guilt gnawed at you, and it did the rest of the night.
It gnawed through dinner, through everyone eating dessert, snacking and playing party games. Gambit noticed as usual but he could see It in your face that this was a ‘Once everyone went home’ Conversation. He felt bad, he didn’t know what was up but he stuck by you a little closer, holding your hand under the table, giving it little squeezes. It made you smile but unfortunately, it didn’t make the twisting knot in your stomach go away.
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Everyone left the house late, you and Remy stuck cleaning up. It was quieter than usual, if it was a normal night then you’d be chatting, playing music, livening up the simple act of cleaning by dancing together or just talking about everything and anything, but it remained absent tonight. “Gambit ain’t no mind reader sha. Wha’s goin’ on in dat pretty liddle head of yours?” He spoke into the silence, extending an olive branch out. An offer of support that didn’t come off brash or forceful, just steady. You knew you couldn’t hide it forever. Wade was many things and sometimes wrong about a lot, but a broken clock—or, in this case: a bald, cancer ridden man called Wade—is right twice a day.
You set the dish you’d been scrubbing relentlessly onto the drainer at the side of the sink, turning to face him. “Rogue and you, you’re still so..close.” He raised an eyebrow, curious “s’hard not to be. She’s a long time friend. My ex wife tried to kill her once..or twice. Maybe thrice.” His voice was calm, trying to inject a little humour into the conversation, however he saw it fell flat. “Hey. C’mon, talk to me.” His brows furrowed, still curious as to why Rogue and him being close would be an issue of sorts. “How am i supposed to compete with that?” You said bluntly, voice coming off harsher than intended. “She’s so beautiful and—and kind, and loving and caring, and she knows you so so well on a way I don’t yet.” He walked closer, turning your chin to face him after you had turned away, an attempt to shield your teary eyes. “you ain’t competing with her.” He said firmly. Not cruelly, but in a way that was so genuine that it felt like a physical force, his gaze softening. “ah loved Rogue for a long time, but after i lied, after i became death, i hurt her and i hurt myself. i won’t deny i loved her with my heart and soul, we loved eachother. but it’s not there anymore, not in the same way. it’s mellowed into a friendship, a good one.” his voice was firm, not angry but making sure you heard each word, he didn’t want you to be insecure at all, and he knew you were smart. “Right now and for the foreseeable, you are my lover. you are my heart, not Rogue. i don’t want her to be my heart, i want you. Plus, she’s got a thing for Wade. Us bein’ friends don’t mean we still meddlin’ in each others feelings. I love her, I do. But as a friend. The way I love storm, the way I love Jeanie and Scott, Hank, even Logan.” You knew he was being honest, the frustration and jealousy started to fade. You still felt so confused about it, though. Would you always be kept in the dark about his past, something everyone around him seemed to know? “But she knows so much about you that I haven’t even began to scratch the surface of. When you sneak away for a smoke at night, all the stuff that clearly hurts you and has stuck with you, and I don’t know a thing. Being kept in the dark like that..when your long time ex knows it all? I’m your girlfriend and I feel like a stranger! Everyone I’ve met that you know, knows more and they hardly tell me.” You blurted out, voice catching in the back of your throat and making it come out all fast paced and squeakier. Remy knew you were right, he hadn’t disclosed a whole lot about his life yet. He kept it in a velvet wrapped seal deep in the pocket of his hard, shooing you away from it with soft chiding and distractions. It wasn’t the healthiest thing to do on his part. “You’re right. I’ll tell you one day. I’ll tell you it all, just..not now. I ain’t an easy truster. I take my time, I’m a loyal man to my friends. If dat ain’t the man for you, den that’s okay. But don’t take my secrecy as you bein’ less. I’m a damaged man, dey’ all had to wait to know stuff too.” He spoke so honestly, you could feel the guilt he held toward keeping you in the dark, but it was for the best.
“Back ta’ Rogue. She’s in a good place, learning to branch out. i’m learning to branch out with you. making a place i don’t need to run from. I ain’t gonna shit on her as a lover or for her touch issues, aint her fault and it ain’t mine. it was what i wanted at the time, i wanted somethin’ to chase. To challenge, but i don’t want that anymore. I want something steady. Wit’ you, if you’ll have me.” he opened his arms, tugging you in for a hug. Burying his face into your head like a cat headbutting its owner. “I will have you. Always, but..I don’t know. Okay? Rogue is just..everything.” He smiled against your head “She’s a good person. You’d like her. You’re smart, got a good head on your shoulders. Help her out wit’ Wade. Gambit ain’t much good with lovin’ broken men. But you..you seem to got it under control” he teased, leaving the implication that you had good experience loving broken men, cause you loved him. “You’re not broken, you’re just a well seasoned soul. Way different. Plus, loving you isn’t fixing you it’s just..warm.” You teased back, a smile finally coming onto your face. It made his heart jump in a way that took him off guard, but it felt good. “Warm?” “Warm.” You parroted back. “Pauvre ti bête. Too sweet for your own good. Think if I put you in water, you’d crumble. Come here.” He crooned affectionately. Pressing kisses all over your face, rough scruff of his stubble rubbing against you in a way that made you squirm. “Remy! Stop. You’re gonna give me beard burn!” You scold halfheartedly, but you feel lighter. Using your hand to gently remove his face from your neck. You take the moment to look at him sheepishly. “Sorry for..y’know. Getting all jealous, I don’t know where it came from I just—I didn’t know how I could measure up to something so long standing.” Remy pushes a huff of breath out his nose, smiling at you “You don’t gots to measure up to it. I’m real happy lovin’ you just like dis’, sha.” He spoke softly, capturing your lips with his. The kiss warm and easy, full of adoration. “Gambit loves you.”
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Pauvre ti bête - "Poor little thing," often used when someone is acting dramatic and it can be used to tease or be sarcastic.
“Think if I put you in water, you’d crumble.” - idk if anywhere else uses this saying, this is where my Scottish-ness comes out in my writing, but it’s essentially implying somebody is sweet as sugar/will crumble or dissolve if put in water since sugar is soluble
Hey girly gotta ask if you could do a girldad!Remy LeBeau head canon list please and thank you 🙏🏼
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Girldad! Gambit headcanons
Not proofread! Sorry for typos
Synopsis - As the title suggests, dadbit headcanons + during pregnancy/birth headcanons too
C/W - fluff, reader is biologically female and referred to as wife or mother/mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth albeit not overtly detailed, he loves his wife and his daughter.
A/N - I had the weirdest interaction while writing this 😭 only on tumblr could you point out that saying Gambit is “missing his Cajun spice by not being dirty, bathing in swamp water and having dirty hands” leads back to the “lower class, dirty, loud, cheap” Cajun stereotype and get called a bitch for touching on that </3 man what did I do lmfao
No harm in liking men who are a little dirty. However saying a Cajun as “missing their spice” for not..being dirty/not fitting that stereotype? That does obviously imply that a Cajun that isn’t dirty is missing part of their identity or roots/isn’t Cajun enough..which is obviously not true
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Before the baby girl was born/during birth
- He cried when he found out you were pregnant. He does not cry often, and the tears were minimal. (Also think he would shed a few tears of joy at your wedding.) He was immediately trying to get stuff set up for the baby. Went heavy with baby proofing, spent time making the sweetest baby room. Yellow stripes on the walls that he almost tore his hair out doing, A gorgeous little cot in the corner, a box of toys, soft carpet, curtains that caught the sun just perfectly.
- He was scared to be a dad. He had always wanted a family, even bought a house in new orleans where he might have one. (Gambit v1 #2 reference) He never thought he would settle down or even deserved to settle. But he did, with you. Wracked with nerves that he wouldn’t be a good enough father to the little boy or little girl.
- Oh you eat GOOODD while pregnant. He’s constantly cooking up meals that will be nutritious for you and the baby.
- You try sneak a warm bath. He’s looming in the doorway. “Nuh-uh, sha. M’sorry but it’s no good for de baby.” He’ll coo as he scoops you up. Pressing kisses to your forehead. “I know, you wanna ease dose achin’ limbs. Can have all the warm baths you want once dis little bun is out the oven.”
- When he’s bored and standing behind you he pretends your belly is a bongo and lightly taps it like he’s playing one.
- He runs a strict (but affectionate and loving) program. You’re eating good meals every day, you’re making it to your appointments,
- LOVVESS dropping the “i’m gonna be a dad” into conversations. says it soo smugly with the giddiest grin on his face.
- Was a little mortified when you went into labour and broke a few traffic laws. He’s constantly holding your hand, bringing you whatever you need, sitting by your side, you wanna walk? as soon as medical staff give you the say so, he’s easing you up and walking by your side. maybe in the gardens if they have one.
- He wanted to be with you during giving birth, He s’good there comfortingly. letting you hold is hand until it lost circulation, kissing your forehead and encouraging you sweetly, didn’t mind your cursing, your crying, or any of that. He isn’t the type to make jokes or make your pregnancy about him (I’ve seen diabolical Reddit stories while doing some surface level reading up on pregnancy dude wtf)
- If there’s any after birth complications, he’s not leaving that hospital till he can bundle up his lover and his daughter and take them both home.
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After she was born/as she grows up:
- immediately fawning over her. He was absolutely smitten to the point he didn’t know what to do with himself. The first time he got to hold the little tot, Wrap her in a blanket and really hold her close was a memory he kept close for years to come. Everytime he looked at her as a teenager, as a young adult. he just saw his baby.
- Insisted on being the one who checked on the baby when she cried, he didn’t mind. he was a light sleeper anyways and didn’t sleep for long out of habit. Giving himself something to do while also finding comfort in the baby.
- Daughter has a bracelet making phase, he keeps ALL of them. they are always on him somewhere. when out and about in the day to day, they are tied onto his wrists proudly. loves seeing the way his little girl lights up when she sees him wearing them (bonus points if he wears them while picking her up from school). However, when he’s away doing work with the x-men, there’s some new extraterrestrial threat, a new villain or a returning one, he puts all the bracelets on a carabiner that he hooks onto his belt or makes a little loop for them to hook onto. doesnt want them near his hands cause that’s usually what’s closest to the explosions after charging something.
- Wants the kid to meet the X-men. (going over a few cause the team fluctuates, pick and choose) not only are they all wonderful teachers when it comes to different things (Hank doung little science projects with her for school, she wins many science competitions, storm teaching her about plants, their cells, how they grow, Jean teaches her about the mind as well as how to look after it and understand it, wolverine takes her on hikes, Bobby is a godsend when it’s winter and makes a little inc rink in the backyard (storm assisting with some snow), Jubilee is the best and most fun babysitter!! daughter ends up loving her and jubilee is like an older sister to her. Rogue is by far one of her favorites too. teaching her all about being strong, holding her own, but also learning to let people in and open up.
- Sometimes Remy has to go, he doesn’t want to go and leave you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. He wants to make sure you’re looked after and will insist that you either get dropped off at the mansion (assuming we are talking about before it got destroyed), stay with whoever’s not going on the same mission as him, or have them come to you.
- I don’t see him as being an “awfully protective/nobody is good enough for my daughter” type of dad. I think he would be a lot more understanding and willing to let her branch out. He knows young love well and wants his kid to feel comfortable with learning what romantic love is like. doesnt believe in nurturing a stigma toward romance cause he believes it can lead to secrecy. he wants his daughter to feel comfortable bringing whatever first boyfriend (or girlfriend) they have.
- Very supportive I’d say across all boards, attentive to disabilities, so loving if she decided to come out as lesbian, bisexual, trans etc. Just the type of dad that’s so very trustworthy. He doubts himself sometimes, and we know he struggles to communicate so I think it could sometimes foster a “mum, Is dad mad at me?” Sort of thing if he had something bothering him and seemed off that day, but they end up talking it out even if it’s a little awkward or reluctant. It ends in hugs and movies, and you joining them. Daughter asleep between the two of you.
how old do you envision reader to be when writing magneto? i’m lowkey scarred by the barely legal!reader x magneto stuff 💔
Thank you for your question anon!
I write in a way that I hope makes reader x magneto come off as a cozy “older” couple. After magneto and all his de-aging shenanigans, I’ve settled with writing him as being in his 50s-60s and reader being between their 30s/40s or older, Ofc the reader might not literally be that age, that’s just how I imagine the scenarios I write! Idk if that makes any sense. It’s all pretty much make believe at the end of the day.
hello! I was wondering if you would ever consider writing Jean grey x reader (preferably fem!reader) it’s a bit hard to find Jean x reader fics without scott being involved and it’s even harder finding Jean x reader fics at all lol. Smut or fluff would be fine, I like domestic Jean I’m not too picky though!
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Synopsis - What would dating Jean grey be like? Mainly geared toward fem!reader
C/W - this is all really just fluff, no contend warnings really, Jean cruelly throws a snowball at you. Sigh I love Jean she’s so wonderful
A/N - hi anon! I’m so down to do just Jean x Reader, some people love jott x reader and I don’t mind writing that either. But some people like each character without the other coming along, it’s no problem at all! I have only not written Jean x reader cause nobody has asked lolol
I thought it’d be cute to start with some headcanons + little drabbles just so you and other Jean x reader lovers can have a feel of how I write her and so I can get more used to writing her! :3
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- Jean is a loving partner for sure..And okay maybe she uses her telepathy to do a little educated guessing on what you need, when you allow her to. She’s not the type to pry on stuff you want to keep to yourself
- You’re her home, she loves the x-men dearly and there’s no doubt about that, but they don’t say “home is where the heart is” for no reason. You’re a great source of comfort to her and she feels so fully safe with you. Her worries melting away with just a touch of your hand. I imagine her coming home after being parted from you for an extended period of time would go like this:
The soft hum of her car halts as she shuts it off, pulled into the familiar driveway where your humble home sits. A slightly bitter wind stirring the fabric of her coat as she wrapped it around herself tighter. She was exhausted but motivated at the idea of getting to come home to you, she would get her bags later. Swiftly making her way to the front door, unlocking it with a click of the key turning. Entering the home you always kept cozy when the weather got cold. She didn’t waste time, using her hands and partially her powers to undo her shoes as she unbuttoned her jacket, practically beaming as she walked through the house. Poking her head into different rooms to see if you’d be there and to gauge if you were even awake yet. You didn’t seem to be. Out of consideration for you, she quietly crept up the stairs, gently opening the door to your shared room, there you were. Warm beams of sun peeking through the blinds. A smile graces her lips, she thinks you look so sweet. She will tug a blanket over you and cuddle in so you’re welcomed by her presence when you wake up.
- Coffee shop lover, especially when cold weather hits (kind of inspired by that one cover of rogue, Jean and gambit having coffee together) and she loves when you come with her, the idea of sitting together, chatting, having little biscuits or cakes. She also really likes when you join her, storm, rogue, gambit, warren and hank for coffee (really any coffee meet-ups). Bonus points if the cafe/coffee shop is one of those cat or dog cafes, you’d have to sometimes physically guide her out the shop cause she will get so invested in just staying there playing with them.
- Adores winter and autumn, she loves wrapping up warm, going on walks in the park, watching the leaves turn orange and fall to the ground, the snow falling and covering everything in a sparkly white. She thinks it’s pretty. You’ve roped each other into snowball fights countless time and you can never win cause she ends up using her powers to throw snowballs:
The crunch of snowfall beneath your boots seemed to fade into the background as you and Jean walked, arms linked, coffees in hand and you giggled and joked with eachother. You have to tie your shoe laces at one point, kneeling down to tie it. Then you feel something cold seeping down the back of your neck, Jean shamelessly laughing. “Oh my god. You’re actually evil” you scold half heartedly as you stand up “I’m sorry, really. The opportunity was just too good.” She grins. Smile wiped off her face when you throw a snowball her way, the snow splatting on her winter coat, right in the middle. Both of you staring at eachother for a moment as you realise making this a competition was a grave mistake. Snowballs forming as starting to float behind her as she ends up chasing you around the park. You end up a little damp and a little cold, rest assured you got many kisses and she gave you her scarf and gloves as an apology.
- She’s an amazing gift giver and party planner. I won’t elaborate much but she’s just amazing at organising. You’ve never had a bad date, a bad birthday, a bad holiday of any kind.
- On the holiday note, if you happen to celebrate your own cultural holidays that are part of traditions, she loves learning about them and taking part if you’ll let her. She can sometimes find it a little hard to give over control but ultimately reminds herself that she trusts you, and trusting you is listening to you and trusting that she won’t know what’s best for everything or even know everything, there’s stuff you know and you are accustomed to and that’s okay.
- Shoulder kisses are her favourite thing to give and receive, sometimes you’ll get little lipstick kisses on your skin or clothes when her mouth instinctively kisses there. It’s sweet, not really on the lips but her face fits right there when she hugs you. She finds herself kissing you on the shoulder before bed, when you wake up, when you’re making breakfast, lunch or dinner. Those lipstick kisses end up being meaningful to you. Whenever you miss her you wear one of your shirts that seemed to never have that stain properly washed out.
- On a more serious note, she cares for you deeply. When it comes to your health whether it be mental or physical she’s very empathetic. She can sometimes be unintentionally pushy, trying too hard to fix things that aren’t her fault, it sparks the occasional argument or frustration but it always gets solved. She’s very much a “I wanna try find a way to fix everything” but sometimes you just need to have time to mend yourself and process your own feelings. It’ll sometimes end up in you two having a good cry together.
- utterly despicably good at board games, it’s infuriating. Sometimes she hosts game nights solely cause she knows she will win majority of the time. And maybe she does a little “letting you win” or helping you win..
- Defensive of you but not in a super loud way, I’m not sure how to explain it but she knows that some people are cruel to mutants, even more so mutants that are same sex couples/a human dating a mutant. She’s heard what some people say, and of course Jean grey like any of the other xmen, isn’t exactly unknown. Shes the type that doesn’t call out actions in a standoffish way, more of a: “that is an incredibly rude thing to say” type of gist. It’s firm, it’s not loud and argumentative. Shes also not above being a little petty and causing a person to “conveniently” trip over their shoelaces or spill their drink all over themselves.
Synopsis - You invite two friends of yours over to meet for the first time! You’re overjoyed about the possibly of them hitting it off…except they have history that extends further than you and it is not yet water under the bridge, however they seem to agree on one thing….You.
C/W - swearing, afab + fem reader, oral/cunnilingus (reader receiving), Tension/bickering between Gambit and deadpool, Double penetration, multiple orgasms, praise, descriptions of size difference, Degrading?? If you squint? Since they are insulting eachother? Reader doesn’t speak a lot, Gambit lowkey bullying deadpool.
A/N - rereading Deadpool v Gambit and issue #1 has that cover of them standing face to face with their weapons…it feels sexually tense
Had to mess with canon a little bit here ok…I know Gambit knows Deadpool’s real name, but we are ignoring that for now and pretending he doesn’t. There will be some references to that comic run, so if you wanna: give it a read before or after! This is one of the longest writings I’ve done so far I think.
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It started off okay. you’d arranged for two of your friends to come over and meet eachother. wanting it to be a cute surprise, A firm knock at the door. Remy being the first to arrive. Opening the door to be met with a flashy white grin, spicy cologne, red on black eyes glancing at you warmly. “Was wondering when Gambit would be comin’ across you again. missed you” he spoke smoothly, opening one arm for a hug that you gratefully accepted. Remy going to the bathroom at one point, not even a minute later..the door went again. Enthusiastic raps of somebodies knuckles. you already know it’s wade, opening the door eagerly. “Hiya buttercup!! oh don’t you just look gorgeous!” He exclaimed, pulling you into a squeeze-hug that lifted your feet off the ground. He put you down carefully, continuing to blabber away.
When Remy walked back into the room though…Everything Froze. “You.” he spat, folding his arms. “Me?!” Wade whipped around, offended but almost immediately having his expression lean into being pissed off too. “This is who you wanted to meet? oh you could not pay me to willingly be around this—gumbo guzzler!! and i kill people for a living!” Wade gestured dramatically toward the cajun looming in the corner “You watch yo’ mouth. Or Gambit gonna show you how a ‘Gumbo Guzzler’ handles a couyon wit’ a face as fucked up as his swordsmanship.” He said as he moved off the wall, getting closer. “They are Katanas. Not clunky swords. you imbecile.” Wade turned to you. “You let THIS into your home!? you’re a sweet baby angel—how are you hung up with..that!” he sounded utterly in disbelief. It worsened from there, insults thrown, squaring up to each other, you were half sure it’d wind up in a physical fight that broke tables, windows, and maybe destroyed your apartment.
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Well..fight wasnt really how it ended up. Rather they came to a semblance of agreement. thry had to get their pent up feelings out somehow..so you ended up with Remy lapping at your cunt, he’d been teasing you cruelly minutes prior, his fingers digging into your soft thighs, cries and whimpers leaving your lips and you couldn’t even squirm away because you had another set of firm muscle behind you, scarred hands playing with your nipples, marvelling just how they hardened and how the flesh of your breasts felt in his hands. “oh sweetheart—look at him eating you out! i’d do it better. But cajuns get real-fucking-defensive over ‘their’ stuff.” he jabbed, probably referencing something the two’s history with eachother. Wade’s hand wandering down to your cunt only to be smacked away harshly. “Get yo’ dirty, no good, cancer hand away. Ain’t your turn” he hissed, pressing an apologetic kiss to your inner thigh, his mouth moving to suckle on your clit, two thick fingers moving to the entrance of your cunt he had previously been eating like a full course meal. “The fuck? who gives if it’s not my turn!! you’re the one who hasn’t made her cum yet!” You could feel Wade’s cock impatiently prodding against your backside. The feeling made you tremble. “Don’t you worry cupcake. if that mean Cajun doesn’t get that pretty pussy to cum, i’ll take over.” Wade cooed to the bleary eyed mess that was you. Remy didn’t hold up, he was pretty neat with eating you out and it felt so good. Timing the scissoring of his fingers with broad licks to your clit, alternating between circling it with his tongue and sucking it. Your wetness dripping obscenely down his fingers as he sunk them in a little deeper.
He started to increase the pace of his scissoring fingers inside you, precisely rubbing up against the rougher spot inside you, pads of his fingers delicately pressing against your g-spot in a way that made you writhe. “c’mon, sha. Dat’s it..dat feel good?” He said roughly, his mouth moving shy away of your cunt when he spoke before bringing his mouth back. Resuming the action of his tongue against your clit and his fingertips against your g-spot. He relished in the moans both actions together started pulling from you. Two fingers crooking just a little more as he started to incorporate more movement. “Remy—Remy!! please—gonna cum” you near sobbed out. The pleasure went from steadily climbing to utterly blissful as soon as he had started rubbing that spot. Wade taking it upon himself to keep you nice and steady. no accidentally bucking away. large hands holding your hips down. “You heard the lady…make her cum, Cajun.” The way wade said ‘cajun’ dripped with venom but you could hardly pay attention to it. Need burning inside you like fire that went right up your spine and clouded your brain, all you could think about was his mouth, his fingers, those gorgeous red on black eyes gazing up at you, eager to please, giving a barely there nod that said ‘go on’
You came mere seconds after. Body seizing up, thighs tightening around his head, chest heaving as a loud cry ripped from your throat. The world around you spinning for a minute or so. Remy leaning back on his heels as he wiped away the mix of your wetness and your cum off of his face with your underwear thay had been crudely ripped off you, Throwing the now discarded undergarment in Wade’s face. Warm hands smoothed up your thighs as kisses were pressed to your knees. “so good, sha. did so good.” Remy purred, holding your hand as he rose to his feet, body crowding against yours again. “Move, Cajun. My turn.” Wade said as he pretty much shoved Remy out the way. “Yeah, you jus’ as greedy as you were. ya don’t getta see pretty women often, huh? wit’ a face like dat.” tensions were clearly still just as high. “I’ll have you know, Women love my fucked up cancer face and my fucked up cancer dick.” Wade settled between your thighs, reluctantly taking his place behind you. His turn to soothe you while yet another orgasm was gonna be eased out of you. “Yeah? We gon’ see who’s dick she likes better. By god it ain’t gonna be yours.” Remy scoffed. Taking the liberty of holding both your hands, pressing kisses to the back of one. Wade giving a firm, flat-tongued lick to your cunt. Lapping up traces of your orgasm, The action making you squirm. You wanted both to pull him closer into you and push away at the same time, You jumped a bit at the glob of warmth that landed on your folds, a sheepish grin coming from my wade. “Sorry, pumpkin. I’m a messy eater, you know? Not like mr. Perfect over there.” tight circles being drawn with his tongue on your clit.
He was certainly messier. Not as precise and intending to make it as messy as he could. He did more tongue than fingers, letting his thumb focus on rubbing your clit at a maddeningly slow pace, his tongue burying as far as it’d go. Making obscene slurping noises as he lapped eagerly at your cunt. Not so subtly adding his spit into the mix. “God, you taste so good.” Wade panted, large hands pushing your legs up against your stomach with his casual strength, easily overpowering you. Leaving your cunt fully bared to him. “Kiss ass.” Remy snided, wanting your attention on him too. And since he knew Wade got off on your moans..he tilted your head for a kiss. His mouth swallowing those sweet noises. Slipping his tongue into the kiss. “Oh, come on. Really gotta steal my thunder, huh? You that fucking petty?” Wade sounded pissed. Keeping a thumb on your clit, Remy pulling away from the kiss, leaving a string of spit. “Maybe you jus’ aint tryin’ hard enough..” He cooed, clearly trying to wind wade up further.
Wade turned his attention back to you, realising you felt a little neglected. “Aw, sugarplum! Forgot about you and this precious pussy.” He soothed, starting to focus his tongue onto your clit again dipping back down to the entrance of your sex, pressing kisses to your cunt as two scarred fingers spread your labia, Wade blowing cool air over the warm, sensitive flesh. Your breath hitching at the feeling, it was unfamilar but not unpleasant. He started to work you up again before pulling away to speak..again. “Oh man, I wish I had my emergency vibrator—“ Wade said lazily, A disappointed huff leaving your lips “Emergency vibrator? You dat’ bad at gettin’ women off?” Remy scoffed. Wade pulling further away from your cunt. “it’s not for women, it’s for me. I just use it on women sometimes.” Wade shot back. Remy clearly unamused. “Nah. Fuck that, you and yo’ weird vibrator shit. Va 'te crosser' quelque part.” Gambit rebutted, moving to be in front of you. “She don’t deserve havin’ tah look at yer ugly mug and have y’mouth pulling away two seconds longer, Ya talk too damn much.” Warm arms scooped you up, Taking pity on the way you were being tugged closer and further away from getting to cum again. “Sit.” Remy ordered to a horny-grinning wade. “Ooh, don’t threaten me with a good time, Cajun. i swing all ways and i love men—and women!—who can knock me on my ass!…no offence, Peanut.” He gestured to you at the last part, implying that you couldn’t knock him on his ass, his hand giving you a little pat on the head.
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After a brief moment of Wade enthusiastically talking you through “double stuffing” and both men lubing up their cocks, you were between them again. Wade behind you, Remy in front of you. Wade going first, Nudging his head against your entrance. Slowly sinking in relatively easily due to the lube and foreplay, giving you a moment to adjust the stretch and the feeling of the rough texture of his dick. “Aw, peanut. Look at you go!” Wade cooed, Remy lining up and pushing into your cunt alongside the rougher cock. A cry leaving your lips at the sensation, both of them fawning over you as you adjusted to the significant stretch. A flurry of: “good girl, I know. It’s a lot” “Doin’ so good, sha. So pretty” “You’re doing so well.” And soon enough, it felt more comfortable. The two of them for once shutting up and focusing on moving in tandem. Measured, timed movements to keep you steady. Both of them grunting, clearly into this. Scarred hands against your breasts, smooth hands over your hips, Sweat slicking skin. “Fuck—fuck..please!” You whined, getting the brunt of the sensations. “C’mon. You got dis’, hold on a lil’—mais la—longer?” Remy soothed again, paces picking up as you sunk your teeth into his shoulder to try silence yourself. Loud, squelching noises coming from where the three of you were connected. Thighs started to tremble and breaths started to hitch, hands grabbing tighter to flesh. It crashed over you first, a loud moan leaving your lips as the orgasm tore through you, Wade pulling out not long behind you as the warm spend wound up on your back, Gambit lasting a little longer before he pulled out too, letting himself release on your stomach. All of you slumping into eachother.
You were stuck between a tangle of limbs, hard breathing, warm bodies, and messed up sheets. Silence ensuing for a moment. “Man, we should argue more often! Same time next week?“ A pillow sent flying into his face “Nope. Dis’ a one time thing.” “OW! Okay, geez. Point taken.”
It was in fact, not a one time thing. It happened multiple times after. You’re like 90% sure the two men have hate fucked.
More specifically, watching him knead beignet dough. you can feel the heat pool in your stomach. Strong, well worked hands taking up a large portion of the soft dough, flour making mess up to his elbows, soft grunts as he kneads the dough into the hard surface of the table. You shamelessly ogle, not that he minds. Large, firm muscle in his forearms moving with each knead of the dough, shadows moving over the dips and curves. Thank god for short sleeved shirts. Why couldn’t he handle you like that? legs over his shoulders, hands kneading into your thighs. You knew he would it you asked, but just thinking about it made your mind wander and thighs clench.
“can feel you starin’ petit.” he says smoothly. Rough voice breaking the silence as he looked up from the dough. “Gambit knows that look. lemme take care of this first then i’ll give you all the lovin’ you need.”
rogue's behind you, gloved hands holding your hips steady as her thick strap thrusts deep inside you. Remy's facing you, or rather, his pelvis is. His cock is stuffed in your mouth, small bits of drool leaking from the corners as you take his girth, tip skimming the back of your throat. Your back is arched as much as it can be in this position, hands gripping Remy's thighs for some degree of balance. Your moans are muffled, whimpers caught in your throat as you're forced to take it, the two mutants cooing praises every so often.
"There you go sugar, takin' us so well."
"Feel so good chérie, gonna swallow real good for Gambit?"
You do. None of the three of you have ever come harder.
