warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, orgasm denial, strap-on, blindfold, nipple clamps, over stim, oral, slapping, crying, dacryphilia, p in v kinda, implied/referenced anal?
notes: tmi- i thought about this with a showerhead between my legs and then frantically went to my computer to try and recreate it, i don't think i'm great at writing smut so this was practice, also never written about reader with a women or have i written rogue much sooo... also is this hardcore? idk tbh maybe, also inspired by someone saying to slut out remy more and the new hellfire rivals remy skin
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They were being mean to you.
They wanted you to feel everything they were doing to you, every touch, every puff of breath against your skin, every ruthless pass of their tongue. Their hands manipulating your body, kinda like their play thing.
Indeed you were their toy.
A blindfold sat heavy over your eyes, shadowed in complete darkness, it heightened your other senses overwhelmingly. Clamps pinched your nipples bordering on painful but mixed with the other pleasure they were inflicting on you. It was bearable.
You sat on the bed, leaned back against Rogue, sitting flush against her, between her thighs. So thick, nearly suffocating, the way they barricaded you in.
Her one hand massages your breast, switching cleanly between the two. Although massages isn’t exactly the word you’d use… occasionally she flick a nipple, maybe pinch it just enough to make you cry out. Whispering in your ear, “shhh sugah you bein' too loud for me.”
And oh god her breath against your ear, wet and hot. It’d send a shiver right down your body and then she'd bite your ear lobe too, tugging on it. Licking a stripe down to your neck just to nip and suck on it. Surely leaving purple bruises in their wake.
Her other hand was moving in tandem between your legs, circling your clit, moving between light and medium pressure. Pulling back your hood as Remy’s tongue sucked cleanly against it, licking his own stripes up and down you. Clit to core. His tongue pushes past your entrance to shove slowly through each ridge. Before pulling out completely to tease your clit again. It drove you absolutely insane.
Every now and then he would make this obnoxious slurping sound when you got too wet, sucking down all your fluid into his mouth.
“Mhmmm.” He’d whine out. “S’good.” All the while, you were crying out against it.
Then Rogue whispering in your ear. “Tha’s my husband, baby. You think he actually wants ta touch you? Without me tellin’ him to. Pathetic.” She’d spit out.
And mind you, you can’t see, every sense is being assaulted by them. You can feel Remy’s fingers inside you too. While he’s lapping at you, like a dog licking out of a bowl. They slide in and out, it started with two fingers, at this point he’s using three? Maybe four? You honestly can’t tell.
You're straight up whimpering between them. A tear slides down your cheek, and you feel Rogue’s tongue quickly stick out to lap it up. “Hmm give, mama more.”
You shake your head, profusely, like that’ll make a difference. “It’s too much.” “C-can’t.”
You just hear them both laugh. “Ah sha… you can take it, can’t ya? Be good for me… non?”
“Remy’s out here eating the breakfast of champions–”
“You so fuckin’ stupid sweetie. Breakfast of champions?”
“Ma chère why you so mean ta Remy?”
They act like you aren’t even there and if it wasn’t for how immaculate this all really felt. You’d probably be screaming for help.
But fuck they’re monsters. Evil. Because every time you twitch under Remy’s tongue like your about to come undone, or you shake in Rogue’s grip…
They stop assaulting all the senses they're inflicting on you. No more touch, no breath, nothing moving. It’s hell because once you're done shaking they go again. Their pace starts out achingly slow.
They're rebuilding the momentum and starting over.
“Not yet baby let us play wit’ you, can’t cum yet…”
“Ya sha be good for daddy–”
“Remy no, daddy? shut up.”
“But she likes it."
"Remy!"
"Yes chère."
Oh, and yeah let’s not forget how this all started. You bent over the bed with Remy's cock shoved deep down your throat, while his hand gripped your hair holding you steady. Him controlling the pace. You couldn’t fucking breathe.
“Ah. Mhm. Don’t stop, baby.” He’d reach out to slap your cheek whenever you start choking, a reminder that you could do better. God, you could, and you would.
And Rogue? She’s playing with your hole. Pouring lube over it as she fucks her long dainty fingers in and out of it, stretching you good. Scissoring them inside you, preparing you, the tip of the strap occasionally prodding at your entrance. You know what’s coming next but you have no idea when.
Until… Remy’s crying out, your head shoved as far against his cock as it’ll go. “C–cumin’, now. Ah. Fuck.”
Another slap. “Baby hold still.” This time it’s not enough to remind you to stop choking on it.
Because Rogue follows quick behind pushing the strap straight into you. It all happens at once and you have no choice but to fucking take it.
It feels just like heaven.
You know that, deep down. For all it’s worth you’d pray for hell to be this kind to you.
So now as you're sitting there, between them. Blindfold on, clamps tight, Rogue roughly playing with your titties as she whispers in your ear and Remy’s endless assault on your pretty pussy.
That strap’s sitting tight inside you, she’s not even moving it. No it’s your own motions, you rocking back and forth between them. When Remy’s tongue is far too much and when Rogue’s grip’s too tight.
That’s what has the toy pushing deeper inside you. You’re so fucked out, you can’t even think straight. Can’t even form words.
“Ah. Mhm. Uh. Rem–”
Remy finally stops. Thank god. You feel him move up close to your face. You feel his lips inches from your own. You can smell yourself on him.
“Here sha, taste yourself on me.”
When Rogue moves to steal the kiss right from you. You can hear their lips smacking against each other.
“Mhm.” “Ah.”
Remy then moves to sit in between your legs, still tongue fucking Rogue, right above you. All their nasty sounds right in your ear. His thighs slide underneath yours. You're pressed in close, smushed between them. You can feel his chest hair nuzzled against your face, the tufts tickling your nose.
When you feel his hand slide in between your legs, his tip nudges your thigh. Wet and leaking. It flicks against your pussy like he can’t quite find your entrance. Too indulged in Rogue’s mouth to pay complete attention to you.
i'll be honest i didn't make it past this point in the shower... so. also not my best dialog
I know a lot of people aren't huge fans of how he was portrayed in this movie, but I had my initial introduction to Gambit through this movie. He immediately became one of my favorites!!
So I officially started reading the Gambit comics as of two days ago, and while I'm a bit further ahead now, the first four comics - and more specifically, how the first comic starts and how it directly parallels to how the fourth comic ends - keep rattling around in my brain to the point where I feel like I need to yap about them and talk about implications and all that jazz.
Spoilers for Gambit Vol. 1 Issues 1-4, specifically the first and final pages of issue 1 and the final page of issue 4. I'm also assuming you have prior Gambit knowledge while reading this, so I won't be going too deep into the backstory of stuff. ...Mostly for my own sanity so I don't have to go through and summarize everything. Plus, it's not the story I'm mainly focusing on in my head, it's the implications of the way the writers framed the outcome.
Okay, so THIS right here is the first page of the first ever Gambit comic, which was published in 1993.
Note: I'll be putting the alt text underneath the image(s) I put in rather than using the Tumblr image description feature so I can highlight specific parts of the comic's text. What I put in the alt text below is the part that I'm trying to specifically point out, although for a few of these pages, more dialogue/words are shown beyond what I emphasize.
[ALT TEXT: Creole mothers in the French Quarter of New Orleans tell the story of the strange, dark man who rolls in with the fog off the Mississippi once every seven years.
The legend is used to frighten bad little children.
Few people have ever actually laid eyes upon the stranger.
But all who have grown up on the streets remember the tales, heard on their momma’s knees.
Tales of...
...the Tithe Collector.
He walks the streets traveled by few but the most foolhardy of tourists.
Far away from Bourbon Street and the sound of the jazz bands.
It has been seven years.
Time for another “business transaction.”
Woe to any who interfere with the tithing.
“The Tithe Collector is goin’ get you if you don’t be good, child!”
Remember your momma’s words......and live!]
This page, as you can tell, introduces us to the Tithe Collector, who seems to be painted as a “boogeyman”-type figure among the people of New Orleans. He’s in reality one of the people working for Candra (the one behind the Thieves and Assassins Guilds) as a “middleman” of sorts, who in this comic is shown to be bringing the Thieves Guild the Elixir of Life (which is the main macguffin for this story). Although plot bits aside, it was the "boogeyman" factor that made me most interested in this character. A factor of him which is only further pushed in the final panel of this first comic.
[ALT TEXT, bottom half of the page: Grab your babies, Creole mothers.
Shut your doors against the spreading fog.
The Tithe Collector walks the streets of the French Quarter.
Beware...
...the tithing time.]
So to make a 4-issue story short, Gambit effectively exposes Candra as a bitch who's been playing both sides in the whole Thieves vs. Assassins conflict whilst trying to acquire the Elixir of Life for his dying wife Bella Donna, at some point the Tithe Collector gets taken down, and in the end Gambit leaves New Orleans after Bella wakes up with no memories (which is a whole other thing). And then to conclude this story, we get a nice parallel to tie everything back together...
[ALT TEXT, bottom half of the page: Out of the ashes of the old, a new legend is born on the streets of New Orleans.
A legend used by Creole mothers to frighten bad little children.
The dark handsome thief sneaking through the shadows of the night.
The thief who tosses lightning from his hands and steals the heart of your girl.
The thief searching for the love he can never have.
The thief.
The traitor to all.
So goes the legend of... Gambit.]
...now I don't know about you, but it's sounding to me like Gambit might just be our new "boogeyman-figure" of New Orleans by the end of this story... And it's that right that which I find so specifically interesting...
It's from here on that I start getting out of more serious (albeit rather pitiful) "summary" territory and enter into pure fan adoration mode as I yap about how I feel the implications of this could go. It's also worth noting that I have absolutely no idea as of the time that I'm making this post if this whole "legend used by Creole mothers to frighten bad little children" plot point(?) is ever brought back into future comics or if it was just a cool one-off thing they did to end this particular set of comics, as I'm presently still really early on in my reading of the Gambit comic series, with me specifically being on Vol. 2, Issue 4 as I'm writing this. So stuff might get addressed in later comics and I simply don't know about it. That being said, all of this is just for fun and is a result of me speculating and playing around with an idea that stuck with me.
First off: What makes Gambit fit to be a boogeyman? Because I don't know about you, but if I was a kid hearing a story about a dark handsome thief who could "toss lightning from his hands" (which he most certainly cannot do, and I 100% want to know who saw him blow something up with his powers and went "HOLY SHIT, WAS THAT LIGHTNING???" lmao), I wouldn't be exactly scared of him as much as I'd want to be him.
Based on the description given for this "new legend" that's spawned, if you ask me, they make Gambit sound a bit more "cool" than "scary." Maybe this "new legend" is still in its infancy stages and hasn't quite yet acquired the dramatic flourishes that come naturally by a story told through word of mouth that make a boogeyman story so terrifying?
I propose another parallel to the Tithe Collector legend that came before him. Specifically the “The Tithe Collector is goin’ get you if you don’t be good, child!” bit. Gambit's a thief, after all. Who's to say that this legend-ified "boogeyman" version of Gambit that's been created and passed around through stories wouldn't - at least, perhaps according to those aforementioned Creole mothers who are telling these stories about him in the first place - steal away bad children? That would be my guess - and probably what I'd do with it as a writer - anyways.
Imagine being a kid who grew up with this story. A story about a traitorous thief that answers to no one but himself, who moves through the shadows, who's supposedly able to bend lightning itself to his will, and who's said to steal away children in the night who misbehave...
Now that sounds a bit more scary if you ask me.
And second off: Hypothetically speaking, what if one of these "bad little children" - or at least someone who grew up with and/or knows this story/legend - met Gambit?
At the end of Vol. 1, Issue 4, Gambit leaves New Orleans again, meaning that he likely would have never heard of/known about this accruing "boogeyman" story about him. So what if he came back to New Orleans for some reason or another one day only to find people (and notably children) suddenly afraid of him because they'd heard of the legend surrounding him? Or even someone from New Orleans leaving home and encountering Gambit randomly by chance and being afraid because their momma told them stories about this guy...?
You know, I'm half-tempted to write this "someone from New Orleans recognizes Gambit as a boogeyman and is terrified of him" fanfiction idea myself lmao
Anyways, that's all I really wanted. Just to yap for a little bit about the idea of the "boogeyman" Gambit legend at the end of Gambit Vol. 1, Issue 4 :]
