burnt out feeling left out busy busting my ass at multiple jobs feeling dirty menty is bad need a break my asks were disgusting just don't have the time dw gonna start posting again after nola <3
remy lebeau x reader p!links and adjacent nsfw 18+ mostly fem
soft
remy smoking
how he kisses
your hands on him
mild
remy giving you head
remy thinking of you
giving remy the shakes
good ole size kink
remy manhandling you
remy can't put it in 'cheré m'sorry'
alone in remy's room
doing it in one of the x-men vehicles
frotting with remy
romy x reader
warning
knifeplay remy felt like trying something
note: must be logged into twt to view, got a lot of people on twt to send me vids for this and got very overwhelmed, had too many so here's this for now, this is my first ever p!list so idk if i did it right, not that happy with it but very tired, will probably make a kinker one another day
𑣲⋆ What type of sick fuck is fucking the dragon version of Remy (it's me. I am). Hi I will post Lawvin eventually but nhgfjh I needed dragon Rem bad tonight I'm going insane my period makes me crazy... Also secret confession at the end [not clickbait I promise]...
Sharp fangs bit down onto Vinnie’s neck, keeping her pinned to the bed. Well, that and the massive cage of black and purple wings that prevented her from seeing anything other than her husband… If you could call the half-dragon that anymore.
Claws dug into her hips, each thrust shaking the headboard of their shared bedroom. His grunts were deeper, more feral. Fuck, and the depth of him? Vinnie didn’t know how she was taking it, but she was: ridges, girth and all.
“S’ bon, cher,” is all Remy can pant out, animalistic need taking over his brain. That Eye of Agamotto was doing wonders, to both his physique and stamina.
The only bad part? There were two dicks now: one pounding into her, another rocking against her clit with each push of his hips. Oh, and the fact he was mumbling about ‘eggs’, whatever that meant…
Vinnie was out of it, eyes rolling back as her nails drag down his scaled back, feeling the brown patches of draconic scales that appeared ever since that ancient artifact started messing with him. Seriously, she had warned him not to mess with it and to head that dragon’s warning, and yet here he was!
Maybe she wasn’t too mad, not with the way she was squeezing around his thicker dick, her clit throbbing with each swipe of his second leaking head. His face pressed further into her neck, forked tongue slithering out to lick at the warm skin, her lotion strong on his tongue.
Jumbled Cajun French fell from his lips, mingling with the grunts of his draconic half and the moans of his human half. There it was again, that word. Eggs. What the fuck did that mean?
Vinnie looked up, giving Remy a glance. His tan skin had built up a sweat, auburn hair clinging to his forehead. Fangs were bared behind his lips, muscles rippling. It was evident enough he was trying to be gentle, trying not to hurt her: he knew his strenght was different in this moment. Claw marks had been torn into her black sheets and headboard—which was quite expensive—shreds of fabric laying near their joined bodies.
His thrust didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, that need to breedbreedbreedbreed fueling his every move.
Vinnie yips as Remy grabs her leg, slinging it over his shoulder to thrust deeper into her. He could hear the way her moans turned into sobs, whines of pleasure. The bed shook, banging into the wall of the mansion… Rogue and Logan were gonna be pissed, the sounds of moans and shaking walls probably keeping them up.
“Mmm, mon chaueve-souris, let Remy breed ya, non?,” he mumbled, biting down on her other shoulder. Fuck, that’s what he meant.
“Wait, eggs? Fuck, no. Yer ass ‘s pullin out, or so help me God Remy, I will string you—nghhhh—by yer dick from the—fuck, fuck, fuck—balcony!” Vinnie’s eyes shoot open, glaring at her half dragon lover.
He gives her a pout, a huff of smoke escaping his nose as he reluctantly withdraws. “Fine, fine… Remy jus’ wanna see ya all nice ‘n’ round-”
“There will be no dragon babies.” Vinnie groaned, feeling his tongue lap at her skin again, cocks grinding against her thighs.
“Mmm, mkay, cher. No dragon babies… but maybe mini Remys, non?” Another glare was shot at his face, before melting into a soft smile. One hand brushes the hair out of his crimson eyes, the other reaching down to stroke one of his dicks.
“Future conversation.” She didn’t dare tell him that the thought of kids grew more convincing day after day around him—draconic nature discoveries and all.
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summary: remy and reader are dumb fools but this time they don't run
word count: 2,376
warnings: 18+, swearing, age difference, smoking, implied/referenced intoxication
notes: used daddy in this again, idc, gonna be shameless about it, it's my story, but like only in remy's thoughts bc he's a fucking dork, also smut scene coming up in the next few chapters
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She closes the bathroom door behind her and doesn’t even breathe until it clicks shut.
God. What. Was. That?
She exhales, hard, and stands with her back pressed against the door for a moment, her towel is clutched tight around her, and her heart’s beating loud in her chest like it’s trying to shake some answers out of her. …fuck.
What the hell just happened?
She kissed him, no he…
They kissed, but that? That wasn’t some shy movie magic moment. That couldn’t even be described as curiosity. It was nowhere near sweet. That shit was desperate.
She fucking felt it in the way his mouth tasted, like licking a fucking ashtray mixed with bourbon and dare she say lov— anxiety. The way his hands found her skin and wouldn’t let go… in the way she let him, hell wanted him, and she still does. She hates how much.
She crosses her room in a daze, her towel barely hanging on at this point, her skin’s still damp from being dragged into the shower. She’s flushed, not from the steam in there—no, him, them.
She pulls open her drawer and grabs whatever’s in reach, an old pair of cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt that smells like her. Not the lacy thing she had on earlier… the one she picked because she liked the way it felt. When she was alone.
She partially thinks it’s to blame… because she hadn’t been expecting him, definitely not tonight. All bloodied, bruised, with a bottle in hand and that look on his face, like she was his only place left to go. Him pulling her into the shower, her damn clothes and all, like he actually meant to kiss her. Did he? Did he regret it?
But he was also drunk, not like wasted or anything, but buzzing. Enough so that if the roles were reversed, if she had been the one leaning in, he would’ve pulled back. Probably instantly.
She knows he would’ve, because he’s like that. Because Remy is always reminding her she’s too young for him. As if.
She sinks onto the edge of her bed, and tosses her towel to the floor, cold air presses into her damp skin as she pulls her shirt on, followed by her shorts. Her hands are shaking?
What did that even mean? Are things over between them now? Is he gonna leave and never talk to her again? Is he gonna disappear?
Friends don’t do that. Least not like that…
Not with their mouths open and their hips pressed close and their hands. God, his hands.
She buries her face in hers and lets out a groan. What was she thinking? And what the hell was he thinking?
Because he didn’t say anything after, not a single thing. He didn’t apologize or explain why, and she didn’t ask. Why he came home like that? What happened?
Now she’s in clean pajamas, her skin still feels warm from the water and her nerves are fried, and she doesn’t know if he’s going to walk out that door and pretend nothing happened. Or worse remember very vividly how she touched him, kissed him back, and then regret touching her in the first place. ‘Sha, ya jus’ too young for Remy. Sorry.’ She can already hear it in her head.
She runs a hand through her wet hair and pulls her knees to her chest on the edge of her bed, stares at the bathroom door, trying to listen inside, and waits.
Because either that kiss meant something… or she’s overthinking. Probably the latter. She doesn’t think she’s ready to know which.
Nothing… the longer it stretches, the more restless she feels. She rises too fast, a little dizzy from her nerves still rattling around in her chest, and crosses her room to her balcony. The air outside is cooler, but it clears her head immediately. She unconsciously flicks her lighter with a practiced flick of her thumb.
Once. Twice. Flame.
She inhales deep, a very familiar burn she’s beginning to love. When she exhales, the smoke curls up soft into the night and she watches it, she loves that, it makes her feel so cool.
But yeah she knows how to do this, smoke and pretend it wasn’t a big deal. She leans her elbows against the railing of her balcony and inhales her cigarette again. Slower with it this time, really feeling it pull at her lungs.
She’s still listening for the bathroom door, not hoping, she tells herself. More like bracing.
Because if he steps out now, she doesn’t want to flinch, she wants to look composed, like she isn’t still replaying that kiss in her head, over and over like some dumb girl. She’s old enough to be his… what?
So she listens, tracking every shift of the floorboards, every creak inside her room. One of her ears tilted toward her door, so she’ll hear him coming and be ready… even if she’s not.
She’s only a few puffs in, barely enough to relax her, when she hears her bathroom door creak, then another… her door.
He’s leaving.
Her cigarette’s still lit between her fingers when her body moves without asking for her permission. She quickly drops it into her ashtray, she doesn’t even bother to stub it out, she turns fast. Her bare feet lightly thudding against the floor as she crosses back into her room.
Remy’s standing in the doorway, half shadowed by her dark room and half lit up by her lamp, his red eyes glow, it’s all she can see until she steps closer. He’s got one hand on the doorknob, looking as caught as she feels.
Their eyes lock for a brief moment. His are wide, hers are bordering on wet. It’s like he thought he’d be able to slip away unseen. He would do that?
Before she can stop herself, before she even knows what she wants to say, her mouth moves.
“You’re leaving?”
The way it comes out of her sounds way more honest than she feels comfortable with around Remy, is she questioning him or accusing him right now?
Her heart’s already hammering by the time the words hit him, his ears twitch. They only do that when he’s stressed. God, why does she know that.
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He freezes with his hand on the door. Her voice is quiet, but they slap him across the face with how heavy they land.
“You’re leaving?”
He looks up. Damn. Non, not wha’ he meant t’do.
Her eyes, they don't seem angry, she not yelling either. They look wounded, wet. Somethin’ she never lets him see. Not when they ‘fight’, o’... flirt, not through all da quiet nights where they dance ‘round everythin’ they don’ say.
She let her mask drop before she even realized it, mon cœur… daddy didn’t mean ta.
It hits him all at once, this s’wha’ she think he does. Wha’ he still capable of… runnin’. After everythin'. After he said he wouldn’t.
Suddenly, he hears himself from another night. ‘I woulda stayed… if ya asked.’
Now he doin’ da opposite, o’gain.
He thought—hell, he thought maybe tha’s wha’ she wanted. She wasn’t there when he walked out da bathroom. She didn’t say much after, either. He figured maybe she needed da space, maybe she regretted it, da kiss. He sure o’ hell hadn’t meant t’do it, not like tha’. He was drunk, bleedin’, an’ stupid. Jus’ all heat an’ ache an’ desperate need.
She didn’t stop him… not at first. When she did, she’d been right to.
So yeah, he thought maybe walkin’ out was da best call. Jus’ t’give her time an’ keep things from crackin’ even further between them.
Now that he sees her face, sees the panic in them, the twist of her mouth like she’s already working to shut everything back down and back away from this.
He know he shouldn’t leave, shouldn't have even tried.
He swallows hard, and quietly closes the door. But he doesn’t move… or speak as he stands there with his shoulders stiff, and his stomach twists up bad. Watchin’ her like her eyes are ‘bout t’start bleedin’, o’ real weepin’ madonna.
This new, not the wantin’, tha’s been there. Non, bein’ seen… tha’s new, an’ knowin’ s’his fault she looks like tha’.
He hears her, again. One word, his name.
“Remy.”
It tears him whole more than anytime she ever said it. She don’ say it like she usually does, not teasin’, not like he hung da stars for her, more like he wrecked them.. maybe.
She o’fraid o’ this, o’ him.
She’s not looking at him now, either. Her gaze drops, like she regrets saying anything at all.
Maybe she thought he’d vanish again, walk out, shrug it off and disappear like it was nothing… like she was nothing.
She not an’ she never was. No matter how much her age might nip at him. She 25, not…
He exhales, rough. Time for honesty, hope he can manage. “I wasn’t gonna go far… baby.”
S’not enough, not what she needs t'hear, but s'da truth. An’ right now, s'da only one he know how t’give.
Before the words are fully out of him, before she can run o'way this time, he’s already moving.
Crossing the room in a few quick steps right to her, not to kiss her. Lord, non, not again. Well—
Maybe not ever, if she don’ want it. Though hell, he hopes tha's not true.
He wraps his arms around her gently and she doesn’t resist. She sinks into him, only a little.
Fuck, he was o’ cock for leavin’… for almost leavin’. Kissin’ her da way he did wit'out even thinkin’ whether tha’s wha’ she wanted. Assumin’ things o’gain…
He holds her tight, letting his hug say everything he still can’t say out loud.
I’m here, didn’t mean t'hurt you. I don’ wanna run, not from ya… not this time.
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The hug means a lot. Yeah.. she melts into it. More than she wants to admit.
She lets herself have it, for a moment. Before they can mess shit up again, before it all becomes too much or not enough or… something they have to talk about. Then she pulls back.
Her hands press to his chest to put a little space between them. She laughs trying to lighten the air without losing the vibe.
“Okay maybe you do need to leave,” she says as her eyes flick down to his soaked jeans, then back up to his. “Seriously, Remy. You’re dripping on my rug.”
Her smile fades.
“…but uh come back, yeah?”
Her eyes search his, she's trying to read him.
“Please.”
He laughs and it breaks up the tension some. The way he always does when he’s trying to pretend things aren’t stressing him out.
Then he pulls back from her, but she feels the reluctance in it. The way his hands linger at her sides a second too long.
His eyes shift to the door and back. This time they look a little glazed over, and he scrunches his nose once, she notices now it’s kind of red and his lips are pulled in tight. He looks… sad, she hates seeing him like that.
But there's also something else in them. A look that says he’d do anything if she asked. Anything at all…
She swallows hard. It's too difficult to keep eye contact so she looks away finally.
“Gonna change before ya start up o'gain, baby.”
It sounds like he’s flirting back to his old self, but she can still hear the vulnerability laced through his words.
When he speaks again his voice drops, more sure.
“But I be back.”
He turns and leaves her room, silently, still dripping as he goes.
She’s left standing there, her heart squeezed tight, her stomach all in knots, trying not to admit how much those last few words gave her the kind of reassurance she needed.
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He's gone only for like a minute, enough time to towel himself off, throw on dry clothes, run a hand through his damp hair and check himself out in the mirror.
He trips on the corner of a rug, his damn feet moving too quick. But he doesn't let it slow him down.
He not runnin’... he jus’ movin’ quick, yeah. He got o’ sinkin’ feelin’ in his tummy tellin’ him he got o’ be back right now!
He tells himself it’s fine. He got some dignity left, she didn’t see. Enough t’make it back wit’out lookin’ like o’ complete fool.
He knocks a little rougher than he meant to, but doesn’t even wait for her to answer before pushing her door open. Need t'see her.
She's in bed now, tucked under her covers with a book in hand. Their eyes lock, she doesn’t tease him, or say anythin’ ‘bout how fast he got there.
But her brows lift and she hides a smile. She know. She know he rushed.
Instead of calling him on it, she shifts over in her bed like she’d saved him space.
Damn, it feel right. Jus’ wanna crawl in next t'her.
“Mhm,” she lets out and he doesn’t reply as he closes her door behind him, and makes his way over to her bed.
She even pulls the blanket back for him, so he climbs in.
Careful not to crowd her as he finds his place beside her. Then, because it’s how he’s always done it, at least lately, he reaches for the hem of his shirt. Tugs it over his head without thinking. Halfway through he pauses, her eyes are on him.
His hand stalls and his cheeks turn red. It’s not like she hasn’t seen him like this, but now, after the kiss, after the way they clung to each other in the shower like they were afraid t’let go. It different…
He stares back at her and her cheeks turn red too, she murmurs, “Don’t let me stop you.”
He finishes pulling off his shirt after that and slides in closer to her as she clicks the light off.
Tonight he gon’ dream o’ absolution an’ hope she still let him kneel in front o’ her come next Sunday.
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so got another stripper remy ask and a few of you have also been interested... *cough* nasties. anyways... would y'all mind if...? might just write a female version of remy i've never done that before... because that gives me some more ideas. or perhaps... the only male strippers i'm around more often are at gay bars. which completely different vibe but god... i can def write that. i'm not too into that magic mike stuff or maybe i'll write tiny lil ficlets for all three for practice.
notes: i tried to make sure his cajun french was right at the end... if its not don't tell me, messy remy accent as always
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The place he picked wasn’t flashy, some corner restaurant that already had its door open and a hand-painted sign out front she couldn’t quite read. Inside it smelled like spice, smoke and fried food, the kind of food that made your stomach growl even if you swore you weren’t hungry… she was starving.
They’d ended up at a small table by the window. The menus already sat face up on the table. She traced the laminated edge with her finger, her eyes darting over all the dishes she didn’t recognize.
He sat across from her, leaning back in the booth like he belonged here which, she guessed, he did.
It seemed like the city itself fit around his shoulders, carved way for him as he walked, and held him safely in her grasp. He was a local. You could just tell. She felt so out of place but next to Remy, she almost wished it was home.
She glanced up, only for her gaze to skid back down, fast. The menu blurred a little, the words swimming, so she forced a smile and let it hang there. What the fuck is étouffée?
Her voice came out quieter than she meant, her fingers pushing the menu away like it was sticky. It was… ew. “You pick.”
It felt like he was watching her too closely, clocking every move, every twitch of her fingers. The weight of his eyes, felt so fucking heavy why is he staring at me like that? It made her scrunch her nose involuntarily, and sure enough, he narrowed his own eyes like he was already onto her. I'm stupid. I mean I'm not stupid. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stop looking at me.
“Wha’ do ya like?” he asked.
She shrugged, keeping her shoulders tight. “I’m not picky.” She really wasn't. She just didn't wanna say something wrong and be teased for it. Or god forbid actually not like something and have to admit defeat.
His brow lifted slightly. “Ya sure?”
Heat crept up onto her face. It was like he’d caught her in something she hadn’t meant to give him. She nodded quick, forcing the words back out. “Yeah. You pick, please.”
That earned her an easy grin, warm and wide. “Awright then. Settles it.”
Her cheeks warmed even more, and she ducked her head a little, shy. “Not spicy though,” she murmured, almost like an afterthought. She doesn’t like spicy and this whole city smells spicy, fuck she should have said that first.
Remy’s grin tugged wider, how was that even possible? “Not spicy, awright, awright can manage tha’.”
The waiter stopped beside their table then, pad in hand. “Y’all ready?”
Remy leaned back, easy, he fit in so well, why couldn't she have that for herself in her own city? “We ready.”
Then he was off, words spilling smooth and fast, half-English and half something else, rolling way too quick for her to catch. She tried, but it blurred past names of dishes she didn’t know. Was this place that fancy or was this just new orleans? Last time she was here it was booze and dancing and getting lost in the night life.
She looked around the restaurant, tuning them out. It was uh intimate? Low ceilings, small place. Jazz was playing low in the ground, but the floors kept sticking to her boots and she refused to rest her arms on the table. So fancy-ish?
By the time the waiter left, her plate sounded simple enough, from what she caught before she stopped paying attention. Chicken, rice, something light. Maybe?
Then two bottles of wine appeared at their table shortly after. No one poured it for them, she didn’t mind. She was just learning how things worked here in case they came back. But… Two?
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Remy pulled the cork off, no problem, pouring the wine for them without a word. She didn’t question it when her fingers wrapped around the glass as he slid it across to her.
But her eyes said somethin’ different… did she like this place? Nothin’ extravagant. Mostly o’ local spot. Da tourists don’ even bother t’read da sign.
She took a small sip and her shoulders eased a bit like it helped something out inside her. He figured da booze would help.
He examined the way she sat, her legs folded up on the booth, not like most folks would in o’ restaurant. Comfortable in her own way, making the space fit her instead of the other way around.
There was a little bunny figurine in her hand, her thumb pressing into the back of it, rolling it over and over like it steadied her. S’cute, o' nervous habit, he guesses.
Every now and then she'd look out the window and smile, a tiny curve of her mouth. Like da world outside had let her in on some private joke.
He took a peek out to see what she was seeing, tryin’ t'see the world from her eyes.
Beads dangled from balconies along with laundry, horns and brass leaked in through the open door, the quarter was alive even in daylight. Ah home jus’ da way he liked it.
When he looked back to her she continued looking out and sipping her wine, like she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere but here. No forced conversation.
She caught him staring though, her nervousness flicked across her face before she tried to cover it with a smile and her fingers squeezed her toy tighter.
“Stop looking at me,” she teased, soft but tailed with something close to self-consciousness. She wasn't used t'him yet, not in person, not drunk.
Remy leaned back in the booth and flashed her a bright smile. “Wha’? Can’t help it, sha.”
Her nose scrunched and her lips twitched. She did tha’ o'lot, like o’ bunny. Suited her. “You’re judging.”
He shook his head now, a bit too fast. “Non. Jus’ watchin’. ‘S o’ big difference.”
She let the silence stretch between them after that and tilted her head, her fingers tapping over the toy in her hand as her eyes stared down. She looked like she was thinkin’ an’ he liked tha’ he could see her do it.
When her voice came it was a soft tone, but curious. “So… did you have any plans for us, or something?”
Remy put his thumb on his glass tracing the rim. “Ya. Thought o’ few things.”
Her eyes met his quick before they went back to her bunny in her hand and she bit her lip. Didn’t feel like her flirtin’ wit’ him. More like she was jus’ bein’ herself.
“Like what?”
He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how much heavier the air felt with her sitting right there across from him and how intensely he'd been paying attention. Damn he really been starin’, sorry ma belle.
“Mm. Tell me wha’ ya wanna do instead.”
She shook her head left and right a few times, turning the toy over in her hand. “No, you tell me.”
He laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. Her askin’ him t’choose an’ so adamant ‘bout it too. Made him spread his legs wider under da table.
Aside from tha’ he felt silly now, sayin’ it out loud, like he overthought da whole thing. But she was waitin’ on him an’ he wasn’t ‘bout t’fold.
“Awright,” he said, his voice softer now that he was a bit embarrassed. “Was thinkin’ maybe da aquarium. Figured you like tha’.”
He rubbed his thumb along the stem of his glass now and glanced away for a second before adding, “Then maybe o’ walk. I show ya ‘round… my city, not da tourist one.”
He shifted in the booth, his grin turning more crooked. “An’… o’lotta drinkin’, yeah? Only if ya want. As much o’ as little as ya like bébé.”
A laugh slipped out of him, low, and kind of sheepish. “Sounds smoother in my head than it does out loud.”
She hesitated, long enough for doubt to creep in. He almost wished he’d kept his mouth shut, ‘cause it sound stupid now, laid out like tha’.
She looked back up, not straight at him, and never for long, but enough for him to see it. Her smile sneaking through, awkward and shy, like she wasn’t expecting him to actually have thought this far ahead. Awright maybe was good he planned, then non?
“Yeah… okay, I like that.” she said, keeping her voice quiet, trying for casual. But he could see the way her fingers worked at that little toy under the table, and could see the faint pink on her cheeks.
It hit him low an’ this time he actually shifted in his seat an’ discreetly palmed himself under da table. Not even talkin’ ‘bout sex. Jus’ da thought o’ her wantin’ t'spend time wit' him was o’ enough. But be cool homme this ain’t tha’.
By the time they left, the quarter was loud as ever, but his place was quiet… enough. The hum of his fridge, the soft click of him shutting the door behind them.
She trailed a step behind him through the hall, small and silent, like she was waitin’ for him t’decide what came next. Cute in tha’ way she didn’t even mean t’be.
He’d excused himself for a brief moment. He needed relief, but he didn’t have time for all tha’ right now.
Instead he changed into something casual, a loose shirt, sweats, but when he came back she was in his kitchen. He stopped in his tracks—
She was leaning against the counter, her fingers brushing at the hem of a little black set. Skulls and crossbones stamped across a tank top and shorts, simple but… lord it was… too short, but also very cute? He kept using tha’ word but it felt right. She was damn right adorable.
She glanced up at him the second he walked in, then down again, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s hot.”
That pulled a smile out of him. She was tiny in his kitchen, tuggin’ at da edge o’ her top like she wasn’t sure wha’ else t’do wit’ her hands.
From everythin’ he been gatherin’ ‘bout her so far, three months ago, da texts, da calls, t’now she was awkward, anxious, an’ o’ little clingy, always… waitin’ on his hand.
An’ all o’ it hit him warm in da chest… this time. Pray this work out, mon p’tit lapin.
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♤— Summary: You and Remy have been pent up, but you have a plan to relieve some of that tension.
♤— Tags: 5.4k words, 18+, reader is an X-Man, reader has a pussy and t-dick, no mentions of breasts, masturbation, hand jobs, oral sex (reader receiving), face fucking, fighting as foreplay, established relationship, brief mentions of Scott and Jean, Gambit is a flirt and is very in love with reader
♤— Notes: This is so incredibly self indulgent, I basically wrote this with one hand /hj. There are not nearly enough male reader fics with Gambit, let alone trans male reader, so I hope my contribution is good. Please enjoy!
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Remy leaned against cool tile of the shower, supporting himself on shaky legs as steam swirled around him, a stark contrast to the hot water running down his back. The sound of the running water drowned out his panting breaths as he came down from his high, his hand still loosely wrapped around the base of his cock. The evidence of his release was long gone down the drain, but he still felt weak in the knees. He took in one final, deep breath and held it, trying to hold on to the last remaining fragments of pleasure that still coursed through his veins, but a beat later and it was over. He exhaled and continued with his shower— begrudgingly, but continued nonetheless. He didn't really feel all that better. Merde. Still pent up.
These past few weeks have been… to say 'torture' would be dramatic, but it certainly felt that way. You and him were X-Men, saving the world from evil mutants, alien invasions, or anti-mutant attacks was a completely normal and regular occurrence. Too regular. And that was the problem. Between missions, training, and the weekly world-ending event the X-Men needed to stop, you and him have had zero alone time together recently. In the grand scheme of things, it could be considered trivial or selfish. But he was selfish— sue him. Even when you two got to talk, it was about whatever mission you two were on, which was basically talking about work. Hell, he could count on two hands the times he was only able to just kiss you in the past month. No dates. No time to themselves. Nothing. What they did as X-Men was far more important than being able to love on his man from time to time, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He hated it sometimes, actually. Remy sighed wistfully as he rinsed the soap off his body. Dis ain't fair. How do Scott an' Jean manage to—, he shook his head and grimaced. Non, don' need to be t'inkin' 'bout dat.
Regardless if he got to touch you or not, he just missed you. Missed you bad. Waking up without you next to him made his chest ache. Any time he got with you was far too short, and he knew it was affecting you too. "It'll be alright, Remy. It won't be like this forever," you had said, but he could see in your eyes that the reassurance was meant for more than just him. He sighed as he turned the water off, we all need a damn vacation. Yeah, he really didn't feel better. Now he was also annoyed and sad. At the very least, you'd be coming back from your mission in a couple days, and he would get to see you then. Even if all he got to do was look at you, a weight from his shoulders would be lifted. Jus' two more days, I can handle two more days wit'out you, beau.
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You were practically vibrating in your seat as Jean landed the Blackbird into the hangar bay. God, you just wanted to be home. More than that, you just wanted to see Remy. These past few weeks had taken a toll on everyone, but especially you two. It came with the territory of being an X-Man, and trying to make time for the two of you was already difficult— recently, it was impossible. That does remind you though…
"You promise you're still okay with that 'favor', Jean?"
She turned to to look at you with an amused smile on her face. "Of course, but honestly? Consider us even. Scott and I have been in the same boat, so I am more than happy to oblige." The Blackbird landed on the ground with a slight lurch. Finally.
You chuckled as you stood up from your seat and stretched. "Fair enough, hopefully everything goes according to plan then," the mischief in your voice was not missed.
"Trust me, I will make sure it does."
Moments later, the door to the cockpit opened with a hiss, slowly descending to reveal Scott, the Professor, and Remy waiting for the two of you in the hangar. Your man was truly a sight for sore eyes, smiling at you the moment he saw your face. He met you halfway at the end of the stairs, and before you could even say 'hello' his lips were on yours and warmth bloomed under your skin. You hummed as he cupped your jaw, pulling you closer. All of your senses were overloaded with him— his warmth pressed against you, the smell of his cologne, the taste of him on your lips— Fuck, all he had to do was kiss you and you were already getting hot under the collar. Regretfully, you pulled away before either of you started acting up. You knew your face was flushed by the heat in your cheeks, but it was a welcome sight to see his were also. "Well, hello to you too," you said with a smirk.
He grinned at you, charming as ever. "Hey dere, beau. I missed you."
"I missed you too," you sighed, leaning into his touch as you put a hand over his. A suspiciously Scott-sounding 'ahem' came from behind Remy, and he rolled his eyes with a huff. He turned to Scott, but his hands didn't leave your face.
"Got somet'in' to say, O' Fearless Leader?" Can't even have ten seconds b'fore we gotta do the next t'ing…
It looked like he was about to, but Jean interrupted him. "No, he doesn't," she said sweetly, but firmly, as she wrapped an arm around his waist. Scott didn't continue after that, averting his gaze away from her own.
The Professor was being patient, as always, giving you a soft smile. "It's good to have you and Jean back. I have already gathered everyone in the ready room pending your arrival, so let's not keep them waiting any longer, yes?" You nodded, kissing the palm of Remy's hand before you followed the rest of the group out of the hangar.
Remy walked with you, nearly attached to you at the hip. He just had to be near you in some way especially after being gone, he could hardly stand himself. Remy tried to hide his sulking, but you saw right through him— you knew him better than that. You slipped an arm through his duster to settle your hand on the small of his back, rubbing his back soothingly. "The debrief won't take long."
He hummed at the pleasant touch, the tension in his shoulders releasing somewhat. "Oui, I know, but den we got danger room trainin' right after wit' Summers and Jean."
You feigned forgetfulness. "Ah, that's right. But then nothing after, yeah?"
"Mhm," he confirmed. "Why? You got plans, cher?" He glanced over at you with a raised eyebrow, making no effort to hide the smirk on his face.
"Not at the moment, but I'm open to ideas," you teased.
"Oh, I got plenty, beau. Jus' you wait." Unbeknownst to him, you had a perfectly crafted plan in your head, you just had to hope and pray that Jean was able to pull it off.
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Remy now sat in the ready room with the rest of the team as you and Jean presented everyone else on your mission findings. He was trying to focus, really, but it was proving to be an incredibly difficult feat. His gaze kept flicking between your lips when you spoke, and your eyes when you stole glances at him. Your gaze flicked away from him to Jean for a brief moment. Your expression was neutral, but Remy knew what that look in your eyes meant— Behave. He leaned against his hand, fingers conveniently covering his mouth as he smirked. Mm, right. De telepath. Hey, it wasn't his fault that you turned him on doing just about anything, with you being gone for days did him no favors. All he wanted to do was show you just how much he missed you instead of listening to this debrief. However, keeping his thoughts clean while Jean was in the room was for the best. He would try to be good— for you.
As you said, the debrief didn't take long at all, and the Professor dismissed the team to their respective tasks and assignments. You met up with Remy in the danger room while Scott and Jean were in the control room.
Are you ready?
You heard Jean's voice in your head clear as day. Yes, whenever you are, you thought, and you could see Jean nod through the control room glass. She then gently raised a hand to her temple for a few moments, before turning and saying something to Scott. They exchanged a few words before Scott's voice crackled through the speakers. "Jean received a message from the Professor, and he is asking her and I to meet him in his office for something. You two can continue the training sequence without us, we will be back shortly."
Remy cocked his head. "Everythin' alright, homme?"
"Yes. It seems urgent, but non-emergency. We'll be back."
Remy shrugged and watched Jean and Scott walk off while you made your way over to the danger room control panel and began to configure a custom training sequence. You're all clear. Nobody will be around for quite a while, so don't worry about being interrupted.
Perfect, thank you, Jean. It was now your heart rate started to pick up, thudding in your chest. Everything was going as planned, and the anticipatory adrenaline started to kick in.
Ever the opportunist, Remy made his way over to you and pressed himself against you, hands settling on your waist. "Seems t' me we finally alone, cher," his hands slid down over your uniform to then settle on your hips. "How about we pass de time a bit while we wait?"
His touch and his breath on your neck sent shivers up your spine, but you tried your best to stay focused on your current task. "Oh yeah? And how do you suggest we do that?"
You could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he pressed against you. "I could tell you jus' how badly I've been wantin' you since you came back, for starters," he purred, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.
A soft sigh escaped your lips. "Then tell me, Cajun."
You felt him smirk against your skin, grip tightening on you. "I behaved in the ready room, promise, but I've been thinkin' 'bout gettin' my mouth on you in any way I can all day," he pulled you in close by your hips, and you could already feel his hardness pressing against your backside. You couldn't tease him for it, you weren't fairing much better. "Leave dat t'ing alone and let me show you what I had in mind."
Part of you wanted to give up on this piece of the plan, but it would be worth it in the end. You pressed a final key on the control panel and a loud slam came from above. Remy whipped his head around to the source of the sound, to see large metal shudders covering the control room windows.
The robotic voice of the danger room echoed off the walls. "Private training sequence initiated. Danger room program intensity level: four. Safety parameters: engaged. Training sequence begins in: ten seconds." Enough to work up a sweat, but not enough to get us hurt.
In Remy's confusion, you pushed yourself away from him and quickly put some distance between you two. He stumbled, but quickly caught himself and whipped his head around to watch you make your way to the other side of the danger room. "You wanna show me? Then you're gonna have to catch me first, Gambit."
He chuckled, biting his lip as he watched you. "So we're playin' dis kinda game, hein?" He purred, pulling cards out from his coat pocket. And he was supposedly the scoundrel— you could be just as bad as he was, but that's one of the many reasons why he loved you.
You smiled as you readied yourself for the training sequence to start. "What? You don't like a little foreplay?"
"Now I never said dat. You're jus' a tease."
"You love it."
He grinned. "Indeed I do, cher."
With a loud beep, the room came alive with traps coming from all angles. Robotic tendrils, small missiles, fire, hydraulic presses, trip wires— the whole nine yards. The room shook with explosions, triggered by the room and Remy alike as the missiles were destroyed and tendrils were subdued. As much as you both loved to watch each other fight, every second mattered, and one wrong move could mean trouble. You could tell Remy was really focused because he wasn't saying anything, and that was quite the accomplishment for him. You were able to keep up with avoiding the traps and keeping your distance from Remy for a time, but every time you caught a glance at him he was closer than last you checked. Even from across the room, you could see his eyes were glowing from the adrenaline rush.
"You're getting sloppy, Cajun." You taunted.
"Dat so? I could say de same 'bout you, cher." He flicked a card above your head towards a tendril you didn't see coming for you, and it exploded into pink fire. Shit, I am getting sloppy.
"You're supposed to be trying to catch me, not help me get away!"
"Don't you worry, beau, I'll be there in no time."
The longer you fought off the traps, the closer Remy got in your peripheral and your heart began to pound harder for a different reason. Of course the whole point was that you wanted to get caught, but that didn't mean you weren't going to put up a fight. Once he was close enough, he made an attempt to sweep your leg but you managed to dodge out of the way. You two fought well and against each other and managed to keep the score even— not that anyone was keeping track or anything. His eyes were glued to you, a quiet hunger stewing inside him as you two dodged the others attacks. After an elegant dodge, Remy finally did manage to tackle you and you both landed on the ground with a heavy thud. You wrestled and found his against his grasp, but again, you wanted to lose. As soon as you let him pin your arms down, the danger room computer chimed in over the speakers. "Objective complete. Training sequence paused." All of the traps disappeared back into the walls, as if they had never existed in the first place.
"Gotcha." Remy loomed over you— chest heaving, face flushed and sweating, and it was truly an incredible view that you had deeply missed.
You chuckled through your heavy breathing. "You caught me, Cajun. What're you gonna do now?"
His face fell slightly, and he sighed. "Summers an' Jean are gonna be back any minute, we don'—"
"They aren't coming back."
He his face twisted in confusion. "What'cha mean?"
"Jean was telling me how hard being apart so much has been for her and Scott recently, so I came up with a plan so that all of us could have a break. I asked Jean to lie to Scott about the Professor needing something, so that we could be alone"
Dis man, Lord have mercy. Remy's eyes lit up as he smiled wide. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
You laughed. "Yes— often, actually."
"Non, not enough." He leaned down and kissed you sweetly, a stark contrast to how he had you pinned down and how hard he was pressed against you. "Je t’aime, you're perfect."
"I love you too. I wanted to surprise you, but it's hard to hide things from you."
"Oui, but you got me dis time," he smirked. "You're hot when you're sneaky, I like dat."
"Mm, I'll keep that in mind." You shifted your weight and pressed your hips into Remy, creating delicious friction between the two of you. "I'll ask you again, what're you gonna do now, Remy?"
He gasped at the contact, and the hunger in his gaze quickly resurfaced, already devouring you before he could get his mouth on you. "I'll show you, cher."
Remy quickly sat up and adjusted him position, hoisting you up with him by your wrists. He was quick to pull you into his lap, where you were both now sitting up and more comfortable for the time being. He didn't waste any time in getting his mouth back on yours, kissing you with a desperate fervor like you would disappear if he pulled away. Your hands slid along his broad shoulders and under his duster, signaling him to take it off and he slipped out of it, letting it fall to the floor. You pulled away for a split second to grab at his headgear in an attempt to take it off, and he tried to follow your lips to kiss you again until he realized what you were doing and chuckled.
"What, you don' like the look?" he teased as he helped pull it out from under his suit.
"You know I do. As cute as you look with it on—," you pulled it off and threw it to the side, revealing more of his auburn hair. "I much prefer this look," you purred as you ran your fingers through it and pulled him into another kiss. He made a pleased sound into the kiss as your fingers raked his scalp, shivers running up his spine. He kept you anchored against him with one hand on your waist and the other along your jaw. He deepened the kiss with practiced ease, slipping his tongue into your mouth and savoring the taste of you. Fuck, I missed dis, I missed him. You let him take control of the kiss, a soft moan escaping your throat as he gently nipped and sucked on your lips. You were caught and you lost the fight, but if this is how you were rewarded you could stand to lose more often.
He pulled away panting, lips red and slightly swollen, while his fingertips fidgeted with the collar of your uniform, gesturing to it vaguely. "You attached to dis at all?"
Your X-Man uniform? You had plenty of duplicates, they were all the same. "Uh… no, not really—" You didn't get to fully answer his question before both of his hands were gripping the collar of your suit and pulling hard. The fabric tore with an ear spitting rip between the two of you and you gasped, the rip exposing your neck and chest. Fuck, that made your cock throb. "I could have just taken it off if you asked."
"I said I was gonna show you how I wanted to get my mouth on you, and tha's exactly what I'm doin'." His voice rumbled deep in his chest as his lips ghosted your pulse on your neck. He pressed a tender kiss to the skin before sucking a mark there, blood blooming to the surface as he soothed the skin with another kiss. The taste of your skin and sweat lingered on his tongue, and it made his cock ache. Dieu, he don' even need to touch me. He sucked more marks into your neck, slowly making his way down to your chest. He moved your garments out of the way for better access, thumbs grazing your nipples as he peppered love bites across your chest. You threaded your fingers through his hair and you rolled your hips to grind your core against him, but it wasn't nearly enough friction or pressure. The grip on his hair tightened in your frustration, and a filthy whine escaped from his throat.
He shifted his weight to ease you off his lap, even though it pained him, to grab his coat from behind him and lay it out flat on the ground. "Hopefully tha's a bit more comfortable," he mused, "Lay down for me, cher?" You more than happily obliged, laying back but sitting up on your elbows for now, just watching him. God, he was so handsome it hurt, and he looked so pretty with his hair messed up and cheeks dusted pink. He slotted himself between your legs again and smiled at you, catching you staring. "See somethin' you like?"
"Mm, more than like, pretty boy." He blushed harder and his gaze flicked away from meeting yours for a split second, but you still caught it. Coming from you, he would never get used to getting called that.
"I could say the same, mon coeur," he leaned down to give you a quick kiss before he sat back up, hands tracing every line and curve of your body as he quietly admired you. His fingertips traced the insides of your thighs, particularly along the seam of your uniform. "I got an idea, you trust me, right?"
"Usually," You joked, and he made a an unamused face at you, but he couldn't hide his smirk. "Of course I do, what do you have in mind?" He reached beside you and fished around in one of his coat pockets and pulled out a scoring tool.
"Dis." In one swift movement, he grabbed the waistband of your pants and boxers in his fist and took the sharp edge of the scoring tool to cut both of the garments at the waistband. You didn't have time to react before he tossed the tool to the side and ripped your pants and boxers apart, exposing your aching cock and dripping pussy to him. You both groaned at the sight of each other— him literally tearing your clothes off, and the sight of you so aroused for him. "Dieu— look at you, you're perfect," he mused, and he wasted no time in laying down and getting his mouth on you, just as he said he would.
He wrapped his arms around your thighs and gripped you tight as he lapped at your arousal, openly moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, and his stubble brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs made you shiver and grip the leather beneath you. You threw your head back with a groan, but you tried your best to stay upright to watch him. Remy knew he was a talker and didn't know when to not stop talking sometimes, but this was one of the few times he didn't want to be talking. Between your legs like this, your cock in his mouth— he was in heaven. With a practiced tongue, he alternated between using the flat of his tongue to trace up the length of your cock, then gently sucking the tip. The line of saliva and your arousal connecting his tongue to the tip of your cock was absolutely obscene, and the way he was looking at you didn't help— brows furrowed and crimson irises not leaving your face for a single moment, the whole sight was seared into your mind. He sucked the length of your cock between his lips and began to slowly bob his head, softly moaning as he lost himself in you. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," you moaned, and his grip on you tightened.
He pulled away panting for a split second to speak, even though he wished he didn't have to. "Pull my hair, s'il vous plaît," he begged, his voice low and raspy. "Please," before eagerly taking you in his mouth again, brows furrowed as he looked up at you, pleading with his eyes. How could you say no to him when he begged and looked like that? You raked your fingers through his hair and gripped the auburn strands tight and he whined, the sound making your hips buck against his face. You almost felt bad for it, but he gave you a subtle nod, his tongue flattening and pressing hard against your cock. C'mon, beau, fuck me. You got the message as you began you roll your hips, grinding your cock against his tongue. Fuck, tha's it, take me, please. He devoured you like he was a man starved, getting drunk off the taste of your arousal. He found a steady rhythm that you liked and closed his eyes, turning his brain off and letting himself get lost in you. However, he did have to shift his weight and release one of your thighs, snaking his hand underneath him to grip himself through his pants. If you kept fucking his face like this, he was going to cum in his pants and he did not want to be doing that— not in the danger room at least.
Pleasure overwhelmed you as you rolled your hips, pulling Remy closer to you by the hair, and the sound of your moans and praises for him echoed off the danger room walls. He could tell you were getting close, he knew your tells like the back of his hand. "Fuck, Remy—" you cut yourself off with a groan. I know, baby, c'mon— cum for me. Your thighs were trembling and it took everything in you to not crush Remy's head between them, but once your orgasm crashed over you, you weren't able to help it anymore. You came with his name on your lips, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him even closer to you as you rode out your high. He squeezed himself through his pants even tighter and moaned brokenly, trying his hardest not to cum as you moaned his name like that.
Once you started to come down, you released your iron grip on his hair and head, slumping back and desperately trying to catch your breath. Remy was completely wrecked, leaning against your thigh and panting. His eyes were glassy and his face was flushed, hair an absolute mess and your arousal coating his lips and chin, but the lazy smile across his face told you that he didn't mind one bit. "How was dat for a show?" He teased, his voice raspy and low as he ran his hand over your thigh soothingly.
You hummed, satisfied. "What do you think?"
"I know de answer, jus' wanna hear you say it." Always a glutton for praise, that boy.
"Mm, then it was amazing," You sat up and combed your fingers through his hair, trying your best to make it more presentable. He leaned into your loving touch and hummed, nearly nuzzling you. "You took me so well, baby."
His cheeks were already flushed, but you didn't miss them darkening a bit. "Merci, mon coeur." He sat up to meet you at your level to kiss you and you could taste yourself on his lips, fanning the flames of desire in you that have yet to fully extinguish themselves.
You grazed your teeth over his lip before you pulled away, unable to help yourself with a tease. "Sorry for nearly suffocating you before."
"Worse fates spring t' mind, beau."
You chuckled— of course he would say that. "Even though I'm sure you have more ideas in mind, now it's your turn." You didn't give him any time to react before you pressed your palm to the prominent bulge in his pants, and a broken moan fell from his hips as he bucked into your hand.
"I-I'll be honest, cher, I don't t'ink I can last very long," he admitted sheepishly.
"You know I don't mind, baby," you sat up and settled on your knees in front of him, peppering kisses along his neck as you slipped your hands beneath his waistband. You pulled the spandex and his boxers down his toned thighs, just enough for his cock to spring free of its confines. Remy shivered once the cool air of the room hit his cock, aching and leaking. Your fingertips gently grazed the underside of his cock and he bucked his hips again. "You look so pretty like this, all pent up for me," you teased, running your thumb over the tip, spreading the beading precum over the head. Remy gripped your arm for stability and moaned, trying to silence himself by biting his lip. You had mercy on him and finally wrapped your hand around him and began to slowly stroke his length. "Cher—" he shuddered and a moan fell from his lips, gripping you arm harder. "I— s'il vous plaît…"
"Please what, Remy? Tell me," you whispered before sucking a mark into his neck.
"More— faster, please," he begged. "I need you so bad."
"I know, baby, I got you." you obliged and stroked him faster, timing your strokes with the movement of his hips thrusting into your hand. With his free hand, he cupped your jaw and pulled you into a searing kiss, quickly taking over your mouth. It was sloppy and eager, but it was welcomed as you both softly moaned into the kiss.
He pulled away, panting hotly against you. "I'm close, cher."
You let him fuck into your fist as he chased his orgasm, his rhythm beginning to falter. "That's it, Remy, look at me," His eyes met yours and it was like a switch was flipped. Every sense was dialed up to eleven, and it felt like his body was on fire. It was too intense, but neither of you could look away. "Cum for me, pretty boy."
"Oh, fuck—" with a gasp, cum spilled over your fingers and onto your uniform. His mouth felt agape as he rode out his orgasm, broken moans and filling the small space between you two. You whispered praises to him as he slowed his hips and came down from his high, slumping against you like his body was suddenly made of lead.
"You alright, Remy?" He hummed and pressed tender kisses to the side of your neck— you took that as a yes. "You feel a bit better now?"
"Mm, much." He straightened back up and took your hand by the wrist, and without warning licked your fingers clean of his cum for you, locking eyes with you as he did so. Your cock throbbed at the sight, but you two should really go somewhere less… exposed.
"As much as I want to continue, we should probably leave."
"Oui, you're right." He stood and helped you stand back up on shaky legs, though truthfully you were using each other for stability.
Remy fixed his uniform and made himself look at least somewhat more presentable. You looked down at the state of your uniform, in tatters and leaving you very exposed. "Not sure what to do about your handiwork." Remy knelt down to grab his duster and wrapped it around your shoulders, and it was large enough to cover all of the exposed parts if you kept the front closed. The smell of the worn leather and Remy's scent surrounding you made warmth bloom under your skin. "Wow, aren't you just a gentleman?" You teased him, but who were you kidding— your heart always fluttered whenever he was sweet to you like this, which was frequent.
"Of course I am, I always will be for my man," he grinned and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "An' thank you for doin' what you did— makin' time for us. Even if you were a tease 'bout it."
You chuckled. "You don't have to thank me for that."
He spun you around to face him, hands settling on your waist. "Mm, but I want to. I missed you somethin' fierce, and dis was real' fun."
"Then you're very welcome, and we still have the rest of the day to ourselves, as—"
He kissed you to silence you, the words getting caught in your throat. "Don' say anythin'. You'll jinx it."
You huffed out a laugh. "Good point."
"But I gotta say, cher, you should get up t' no good more often. It's a good look for you."
"Yeah? If that's the case…" Your hands trailed up his arms to settle around his neck, pulling him closer. "I remember you saying you had lots of ideas of how to spend our time after the danger room— is that right?"
He watched you closely through lidded eyes, glancing down at your lips for a brief moment. "Mhm, indeed I do. We got a lot of lost time we gotta make up for, hein?"
"Yes we do. Why don't we get out of here and you tell me some of those ideas you had in mind?"
Ultimately—your followers and moots stay for you. Write what you like, who you like, and when there's not much of a spark for anything—I hope you don't fault yourself for taking breaks as you wait for it to ignite once again.
Your work is of value. Your prose, research, and experiences bring so much color to your writing. The topics you cover captivate people.
Because your writing is yours, peope will gladly stumble upon here and read about Optimus Prime or whatever else you find you have interest in.
As for an actual question. Who/what are the top 3 people or fandoms you're into right at this point in time?
OMG thank you for this sweet message! i was never expecting this... i always see you in my notifications, i wanna say thank you, truly. i appreciate everyone for your kind words. been feeling so messy lately and was thinking about deleting. i'm not gonna omg but i'm happy to know people out there are reading my stuff and enjoying it, fuck yeah! i always write for myself and something about sharing it is... idk but yeah.
um lets see...
top 3 people atm Rick Sanchez (yes with a capital R). jason todd (he's kinda lowkey for me i find him hard to write bc i'm so specific with him) and mark grayson (invincible fandom scares me a bit ha) and yeah... remy he's like 4 and were on beef rn idk.
and like top 3 fandoms (where i like to read and hang out atm) batman, jjk and transformers.
so yeah will def be continuing this blog it's multifandom either way and regularly updating my series (since they are already written i just need to post omg)
feeling shitty i have so much to read and no time. i wanna read my moots fics and all the recs i get sent. you're all very lovely and so is your writing! cheers idk fuck ha.
i'm so fucking done my laptop is making the wirring sound of death. my phones been broken for weeks. my wifi goes out for fun. OMFG GET ME OFF THIS GODDAMN ROCK. tech just can't keep up wit my brain ig. if something else happens mama's done with writing. the second i posted on ao3 i should have fucking known
