yearner gambit jorking it to the thought of reader like he’s so hopelessly in love he can’t help it he’s a perv with a heart 😩😩😩
gawsh, our hopeless romantic perv. how i love him, poor thing.
gambit's breathing heavily, nuzzling his head stupidly against his own pillows as his chest rises roughly, "ough.. f-fuck.." he lets out a soft whine.
his fist is gripping the base of his cock, just shaking it back and forth before fucking into his fist. he whispers your name, like a sin falling from his bitten lips.
the only reason he has himself all worked up is because of you— you're a vixen. his curse and his blessing all at once. earlier today, you had been sitting next to him, innocently in a cute tank-top. tight shorts showing off your thighs.
he pictures you in front of him, pushing your tits together as the tip of your tongue drags against his swollen cock head.
"it's so.. good— so good." he chuckles out, fist wildly fucking around his cock as he huffs. his thighs tremble, balls tight as his cock twitches in his hand.
"fuck— ohh mon dieu — oui, g'nna fuckin'— cum—"
he lets out broken whines and a sharp moan, his eyes crossing into the back of his head, as he borderline humps his hand. thick beads of cum empty themselves from his, strings landing on his stomach, and chest as he fucks the rest of his strength out on his oversensitive cock.
he had caught multiple glancing of your nipples through your shirt, multiple glances of your ass when you bent over. it was killing him, his chest swollen along with his cock. now here he is— back arching off his bed as he groans, moans, whines— anything. his dick is so sensitive, thick globs of cum dripping from the blushing head of his cock as he continously fucks his fist.
Face-sitting and sex are the best ways to get rid of stress!
⋆˚꩜｡ Gambit/Remy Etienne Lebeau x fem!reader (18+)
After an annoying mission, Remy takes it upon himself to make you feel good in the best way a boyfriend could!
CW: sex, cursing (duh...), face-sitting, p in v, insinuated squirting lol??, reader has a cooch, not proofread, I also don't speak French AND this might be ooc
I had to add marvel rivals gambit in honour of me lording him
1.8k words (I'm thinking of posting about lin lie too soon :p)
The mission your group had to abandon abruptly drained you along with Cyclops and Storm. How did the first member of this group basically become the most annoying and whiny person, as the leader? You have no clue. It’s beyond you. You had to hold yourself back from screaming. Not even yelling anything coherent, just screaming a high pitch in pure frustration, enough for a dog's tail to start wagging.
Getting back to the mansion was the biggest wave of relief you felt after that failed mission, Scott just had to snark out, “Nice job with not letting the perpetrator run off.”
“Oh yeah, because you were so quick to catch him after pleading with me to help you with the second idiot.”
“Obviously you were supposed to restrain him before coming to help me.”
With gritted teeth you hold back whatever you had to say as Ororo jumps in, “hostilities shall not help us after a failed mission,” she diplomatically soothes, “I suggest rest and relaxation for the remainder of the day.” Her voice remained serious and she placed a hand on both of your backs, before removing it and proceeding further inside.
In an attempt to resist further bickering, you walk off, your steps ringing loudly as the only way to release anger until you turn the corner and bumped into a strong wall. Well— ‘wall’—it was actually Gambit.
Gambit, your smug looking boyfriend. Gambit, who’s perfectly dressed in his usual ensemble of purple and whatever brown trench coat. “Welcome back,” he says simply, leaning against the surface and grinning down at you.
When you don’t respond, his sharp smirk softens into a concerned smile, “now, I know that look all too well. Wanna tell Remy what’s going through that pretty head o’ yours?”
You could hardly muster anything in your frustration, simply leaning against the wall with him and your arms crossed under your chest.
“Frustrated, chère?” He prompts for an answer, and he’s delighted when he’s at least met with a nod.
His smugness finally returns as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck, making goosebumps flick up, “I know a way you can release all that pent up frustration, all ya gotta do is trust me…”
That’s how you find yourself sitting in bed.
Correction, Gambit laying on the plush bed you share and you found yourself sitting on his face.
Sure, you worried about practically suffocating him, but he assured you that if he died this way, he’d die a happy man.
“Remy, this is disgusting. You didn’t even let me shave or shower!” You glare down at him as he eyes the full expanse of your pussy including the unkept state of it, wettening his lips.
“Now mon ange, Gambit don’t care about a little extra something added to his favourite delicacy…” he playfully quipped before he brought his broad hands to your ass, slamming your bare cunt onto his face.
You yelp at the sudden tug down, imagine how embarrassing it feels to have melted so easily to your boyfriend simply licking your pussy. You don’t even realise when you slid your hands into his wavy hair and tugged, clenching with your life as he eats you out like it’s his last meal before going onto death row.
He held onto the meat of your thighs, groaning with every pulse of your pussy on his tongue and his bulge ached in his pants. However, your frustration also manifests into jumbled words, “that idiot—expects me to fucking do everything—shit, yes…everything and yells when I can’t do a billion things at once!”
Gambit hums, sending vibrations through your soaked pussy, flicking his tongue inside and nudging your clit with his nose.
You continue angrily, “that self-centered bitch! Fucking hate Scott—just like th-that, Remy…why is he the leader? Anyone else would be better—”
“Shh…don’t wanna hear another’s hommes name in bed, chère. More specifically while I’m eating this pretty pussy” his eyes seem glazed over, more obviously so in the black scleras, as he looks up at you through his lashes, “your legs make good ear muffs for me, but you’re a hell of a loud talker when you’re mad.”
With a simple grunt, you grind down on his tongue in retaliation, your aim being to shut him up. You hump his face by this point, painting him in a mix of your juices and his spit, to him this is the best elixir in the world as muffled, satisfied moans erupt from him. He couldn’t resist reaching down, palming his own throbbing cock that started to form a wet patch, all from eating your pussy.
Meanwhile your head was tilted to face the ceiling with your eyes eased shut, “Remy, holy shit..”
“Gonna cum on me? Montre-moi (show me), ma belle…”
You didn’t need to be told twice. With a moan ripping out of you, you slam your hips onto the man’s face below you. His hands grip your ass with a pleasured moan, kneading the cheeks as he gulps down the gushing liquid coming out of you.
It wasn’t until your fatigued form lazily lifted off his face, did he heave several breaths of air after constantly breathing the scent of your natural husky scent.
As a parting ritual from your pussy, he kisses your clit, enough for you to huff of playful lack of amusement and shuffle off of him, sitting on the bed next to him.
He looks fucked out, like unbelievably fucked out as he sits up with a dazed frog-like blink and a dopey grin.
“You look stupider than normal” you comment teasingly, flicking his forehead. A chuckle comes out of him as he catches your wrist with a broad hand and kisses your palm, and hums “peut-être (maybe)…mais, you do look happier, chère. Much, much happier…”
With a smug look he glances down at the tent in his pants, “you can always go for a ride, y’know?”
“If I ride you now while in this pissed off, I think I’ll break your dick off”
“Then break it off, it’s all yours anyway.”
The bedframe rattled against the wall, slamming just as your hips did on his cock. You can’t give all the credit to yourself, Remy’s hands are on your waist, lifting you up and pushing you back down as he grunts, smirking at the sight of your more relaxed expression.
“Fuck, Remy…”
“Uh huh?”
You lean forward, pushing him back on the bed as your hands plant themselves on his chest for support, bouncing up and down, and the ample amount of squelches from your greedy pussy rung out like a siren to Remy.
His admiration is unmistakable in the way his eyes twinkle, looking up at you, “That’s it, show Remy how much you love riding him like a personal dildo,” he breathes out, one hand planted on your slap warmed ass. You glare down at his snarky look, and your hips stutter, “Oh, I’m being mean to mon fleur for making you do all this work, no worries then…”
He flips you both around, your back hitting the mattress, and you cringe briefly at the dampness from the previous face-sitting, which he can’t help but tease you about as he thrusts his cock back into you. “Don’t go lookin’ so disgusted, that’s all from that pretty, needy pussy” he states matter of factly, he then hilts himself completely into you, forcing a surprised “Oh!” out of you, hardly pulling out, but pushing deeper into you with the thick appendage feeling stuck in your throat that all you can muster is a “Fuck!”
He places your legs on his shoulders to rest on; simultaneously, he thrusts, stroking himself against your gummy walls, miraculously hitting the star igniting spot repeatedly that you can hardly keep yourself quiet, gasping out, “Oh, you son of a bitch!”
“Aww, pretty woman gets some lovin’ and can only insult her man? That’s ok, let it all out…”
His words are so sweet and gentle, but his thrusts are so deep and aggressive, forcing the frustration of the mission out of you any way he can. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your head falls back, and mouth hangs open as his cock continues its punishing pace.
“Remy makin’ you feel good, chère?” he asks playfully, giving a parting kiss to your calf, before wrapping your legs around his waist, he grins when you nod vigorously.
The thrusts continue, filling the room with the sound of wet claps as he eases himself down even further, his body pressed down chest to chest with yours and his hips continue snapping up and down, bullying your cunt as his balls slap your ass with every back and forth motion.
After finally getting used to the change of pace, your arms wrap around your boyfriend's neck, and the ever perceptive–and ever teasing man–has to question, “Finally get your bearings, ange?”
“You talk too damn much…” you breathe out, the knot in your stomach inching closer and closer to unravelling entirely as the deep rubbing of his cock against your poor cervix, “keep fucking me. Cum in me, fuck me stupid, baby…” you whisper in his ear as you trail your hands along him, one in his hair and the other along his upper back that you were clawing at.
He doesn’t need to be told twice!
His hips snap with renewed vigour as plapping sounds ring louder, the wet slaps miraculously caused by no lube and only the mix of your slick and his precum. His mouth shoots down, latching onto your perked nipples, and his tongue runs along, flicking it up and down before sucking and releasing with a pop.
“These sweet beauties are good, ain’t nothing sweeter than this pretty pussy… or that ass…” he grins at the fucked out expression on your face and the way your eyes widen. You don’t have to even say a damn thing for him to know that you were just about a thrust away from cumming.
When you do release, your body shudders, pussy pumping and clenching Remy’s cock so hard he finally lets out his own series of incoherent moans in harmony with yours before smashing your lips together. He pushes his cum deep into you, and wickedly smirks at the ring of white wrapped around the base of his softening cock when he pulls away from the passionate kiss shared.
He doesn’t move yet, just looks down at you with the same smug look, “say…I could help you get cleaned. Need another seat again? Right on your favourite throne, ma reine (my queen)?” he wags his brows
Your chest heaves and you look up at him, “smart Cajun..” your voice teases him as you contemplate the prospects of sitting on his face again.
You're sprawled out on the bed, knees hiked up over Remy's shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you still so he can quite literally bury his face in your pussy.
He is unfairly skilled with his tongue. Kitty licks that turn into flat-tongued circles over your clit, making your back arch and your toes curl. The nub is already swollen when he takes it between his lips, suckling gently as his tongue flicks back and forth quickly, heat pooling in your belly ridiculously fast.
He pulls away only to catch his breath, murmuring french affections against your puffy clit. "Tu es délicieuse." "si jolie chérie." "j'aime ta chatte." Before you can regain your own composure, his mouth is on you again, tongue delving between your folds this time. His nose nudges your clit as his tongue plunges deep, crooking in that exquisite way that nearly makes you see stars.
"Gonna come for Remy, mon cœur?" his breath is hot against your pussy, voice throaty and deep and all too sexy.
You cry out as he pushes you over the edge, your orgasm nearly blinding you in its intensity, waves of bliss cascading your senses. You're breathless and a little trembly as you bask in the afterglow, eyes fluttering in your dreamy state.
When Remy lifts his head it's impossible not to notice your juices coating the entirely of his mouth, dripping slightly down his chin. He simply licks his lips, meeting your gaze as he does, crimson eyes full of something sinful. He hums in satisfaction at your taste, thumb swiping across your thigh in some gesture of appreciation, before murmuring lowly.
Featuring: Remy LeBeau x Fem!Reader x Anna Marie LeBeau (1.6k Words)
Content Warning: 18+ MDNI, Fem Reader, 3sum, scissoring, kinda more Rogue centric since she needs more love, groping, praise, accusation of being a pervert, fingering, desperate Rogue, unprotected p-in-v, and momentary oral (m receiving).
Note: Hiii, this is part one of a multi character post and I accidentally made the one for Remy and Rogue really long. So I made the executive decision to break up the posts. I haven't written smut in two years, please be nice to me, I tried 🥹 and happy pride month to my fellow queers! Remember I love you and to be yourself ♥️🧡💛💚💙💜
Part 2 with Logan, Kurt, Scott & Wade
Your eyes slowly creep open, blinking with the familiar ache moving up your spine as you shift against your pillows. Body reigniting as you take in your first deep breath of the day. A yawn pushing through as you shift onto your side. Rogue sprawls out on her side of the bed, romance book in hand. A clean white sheet pulled up over her bare body as she glanced over to you.
"Morin' shugah," the book thumps closed with an inviting wave over. The sheet pulls back enough for you to crawl over to cuddle up to her side. You settle your head on her chest, arms wrapping around her waist with a soft sigh.
"Sleep well?" You nod, letting her arm swaddle around you with a gentle scratch at your side with her nails. Leaning down, she kisses your forehead with a gentle hum.
"Where's Remy?"
"Feedin' the boys and makin' breakfast. Woke up 'fore he crept out. Told me to stay put while he works his magic in the kitchen." You nod, head tilting up with a soft smile as her eyes meet yours. Brow raising curiously at your moony eyed stare locked on her.
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Just looking at you." Rogue huffs with a half smirk.
"Ah swear you're almost as bad as he is."
"You don't like it when we're trying to be romantic?"
"Didn't say that, shugah." She chuckles, leaning down to kiss your lips. You press up, meeting her halfway, your hand coming up to cup her cheek as you move in closer. Suddenly you're laying on her, or at least half hovering with intent to lay.
"So, you're saying I have you all to myself for a little while."
"Mmm, ah guess you could say that." She purrs, her hand moving to grip the nape of your neck. Twirling her fingers into your baby hairs as you're pulled in closer by her strong grip.
Your mouth moves to her neck, hands pawing anywhere they can map out. Her head tilts back into her pillow with a satisfied sigh as you suck on the spot that makes her heart pick up under your hands, slithering up to cup her heavy tits. Giving them a gentle squeeze as your thumbs coast around her nipples with care. Her chest heaves into your touch, hand clutching into the edge of the sheets.
"Fuck..." She croaks out, watching your mouth moving across her collarbone and over her sternum. Your eyes meet as your tongue flicks out to run over one of the rosey buds. Her head falls forward with a soft mewl. White and red hairs falling in her blushing face.
"God damn... There really ain't nothin' like a woman's touch." Her fingers feed into your hair as your lips lock around her nipple with a suck and roll of your tongue. Watching her jaw drop with a soft moan, voice hitching with the squeeze of her opposite breast.
"You always look beautiful, but there's just something about how you look when you get all red. I love it." Her cheeks turn a deeper shade, teeth sinking into her bottom lip with a shy giggle.
"You keep teasin' me like that and ah might not be able to control myself." You give a knowing laugh, eyes meeting hers with a slight lean in.
"You know a lot about control, don't you?" She blinks, cheeks getting redder as your smirk grows. Leaning up you kiss her cheek, lips wandering to her ear with a faint breath that makes her tremble.
"Can I have you Marie?" Rogue melts back into her pillow with a nod. You lean back, hands rubbing over her hips in a soothing circular motion.
"I need you to say yes." She stares for a brief moment, collecting herself as she relaxes again.
"Yeah, you can have all of me, shugah." You move backwards, shuffling until you pull her legs apart. Staring down at her puffy folds, slit glistening like morning dew as you push her lips apart. Watching her slick stretch gooey strands over herself.
"You're so fucking wet. Were you just laying here getting yourself all worked up before I woke up?"
"Was just thinkin' about how cute you look. Thought maybe Remy and ah wore you out last night." Her mouth turns into a cheeky little grin, watching your gaze shift up to her like a slight warning.
"Oh yeah?" You ask, your tone daring and so matter of fact.
"Yeah." She purrs back, watching your hand run down her thick thigh, wrapping under her knee as it's lifted up and bent to a comfortable angle as she grabs it for you. Leaving her more open and exposed to your sinful eyes. You glide through her wetness, fingers teasing either side of her clit as her knee buckles in with a soft gasp.
Slowly brushing down your wrist turns, two fingers pushing into her waiting heat. Digits curling up into the perfect spot as her walls tighten around them in a snug attempt at keeping you there. She groans, hips jolting into your hand with a louder moan, trying to create some kind of friction between you two.
"I know baby, I know. I got you." You flatten your palm on her, rocking it against her clit as your fingers fuck knuckle deep into her with a come hither motion. Her eyes roll back into her head with a huff. Slick sounds filling the room as she meets your pace with the roll of her hips.
"Honestly, if I was like Remy I'd be buried in you twenty-four seven... I don't know how that man has that much self control."
"Years of practice, chère." Your head jolts to the side, so lost from feeding Rogue's need neither of you even noticed the bedroom door open. Remy propped up against the door frame in his sleek black boxer briefs as the scent of bacon wafts in from behind him. Rogue whines at your pause, Remy's red eyes glancing at her as he smirks before looking back at you.
"Non, don't stop on my account. That be inconsiderate to Marie." Your palm presses back into her, fingers setting the pace again as you feel her clamp down against your digits with a smirk. "I could leave you two to your moment."
"We're fine. But she's gripping my fingers like she's trying to keep me from pulling out." Your head turns to her, hand gliding up her thigh in a soothing rub.
"You like that he's watching. Captive audience get you going?" Her cheeks dust red again as Remy chuckles, her clit throbbing against your palm in a cry for attention in morse code.
He's on the bed behind you in a moment's notice, arms going around your waist as his lips meet your jaw. His gaze shifts down to the slick building up against your palm on her pussy, a deep chuckle leaving him as it rumbles through his chest.
"Ain't dis a sight. Drownin' in her own mess, and she dares to say we the perverts."
"Ya are." She croaks out, a moan catching in her throat as you press down harsher.
"Says the one getting off right now."
"Oh fffu-" Rogue's curse is cut off by you pulling your hand back. A shiny layer of slick covers your palm, fingers pulling apart to watch ribbons form between them before offering them to him. Remy leans in, mouth engulfing your fingers, tongue curling to suck them clean.
His lips pop off with a steady hum, leaning in to kiss your lips. Remy slides his hands up your sides slowly, hands groping over your breasts as his tongue slips into your mouth. Unhurried and tender while he explores, tangling himself with you. The taste of Rogue on his tongue, head tilting in to deepen the kiss.
"Y'all're the worst." Rogue groans, leg slipping out of her hand as you laugh into the kiss. Pulling back you give him a look that works far more than words, he smirks before moving. Crawling around to Rogue's side, his lips planting firmly against hers in a passionate connection that drew you to them in the first place. Molding together like it's the most natural thing in the world.
Readjusting you pull Rogue's leg back up and onto your shoulder, gaining her attention through a cracked eye. Watching as your spit covered fingers slide in-between your own folds, gathering your wetness before you move into position. Your cunt presses down into hers before you push yourself against her with a slow roll of your hips.
She gasps, head rolling back with her eyes squeezing shut. Remy glances at you, watching your grip tighten on her leg, hips picking up with a wet slapping rut. He hums, looking back at Rogue as he sits up, pulling his boxer briefs down to his knees. Her lips wrap around him before he can even say a word. Jaw slacked as her head bobs down on his cock. He groans low, hips bucking into her with a trained thrust.
It doesn't take long for Rogue to come crashing over the brink from the previous teasing. Orgasm washing over her body. Remy pulls away, eyes locking on you as you lean over to kiss her through the final tremors. Remy's hands find your hips, sliding in behind you, pressing your back into an arch before he slips in.
Cock stretching you open with a press back into him. His thumbs rub circles into your hips, letting you adjust to his size before you give him the usual nod. He starts moving, thrusts starting slow until they turn into brutal pounds, desperately trying to chase both of your highs.
Face contorted in pleasure before you look at Rogue and the shit eating grin on her face. Her eyes fixed back on Remy. And you just know in that moment that you're all definitely far from being done after this.
CONTAINS: SMUT (MDNI), light angst, remy being evasive, self deprecation (remy), rare dom!remy, heat cycles, praise kink, very light breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy (nothing happens tho nw nw), unprotected sex
WORD COUNT: 2.1k
Gambit’s is your sweet little kitty! Well- kinda. Remy towers over you, his body lean and built from years of fighting and those fluffy ears atop his head give him extra height.
He’s no house pet though. Remy leaves. Often. You’ll pace around your living room, glancing at the window and praying he’s okay. Remy never knew a home. Up until now, he’d survived by thieving and deceiving and the world loathed him for it, all things you knew and still, it didn’t make his avoidance hurt any less.
It was an hour past midnight now. The food you’d left for him had gone cold and crying had made sleepy. You left your doors and windows open and went to bed, just hoping Remy would make it home okay.
—
The sun had just peeked out from the horizon when he returned, his sharp canines catching the morning light as he yawned. Remy’s business went fine but right now he just wanted to get to bed. He walked down the hall when he sensed it.
“Oh…”
His ears flattened. Remy followed that familiar trail to your door where the bedroom reeked of sadness. He stared at your door, red eyes softening with guilt. You’d been the first to show him any concern, something he knew he’d been taking for granted. Remy wished he could make you understand that it wasn’t you, but him.
He clenched his fists, glaring down at your door like it’d wronged him. Remy could walk away like he always did, avoid your teary, relieved expression that always made his heart squeeze.
Remy gently pushed your door. Fuck. Even in your sleep you looked sad. It radiated off you in waves, each one stronger than the last and it was all for him. Remy had no one to miss him. Not enough to mourn him like you did. He crept to your bedside. The human part of his brain, the one convinced he was undeserving of love—especially yours— urged him to run before he got hurt. That his avoidance was born from survival instincts and not deep self-hatred and insecurity. Man up, Remy thought. He’d mastered breaking locks but he couldn’t put down his own walls? Not for the person he held so dear? Some shrink or bayou witch might told him to open his heart for his own peace of mind but Remy cared little for himself. You though, you were everything. If he couldn’t be better for himself then he’d be better for you.
You were woken by something soft tickling your nose. “What the hell…?!”
Remy stopped you before you could bolt. Relief washed over you upon registering that he’d returned. You opened your mouth but he stopped you there too. You let out an ‘oough’ as your kitty laid on top of you like a blanket, his tail wrapped tight around your leg.
“I’m sorry.”
“Really?”
Remy glared into your and you laughed at the way his fluffy ears pinned back in shame and his chest rumbled when your hand reached to scratch between them. He pressed his full weight onto you in response.
“O-Okay, no more teasing,” You wheezed.
His rough tongue licked at your neck. Remy stilled but when you didn’t scoff or complain he continued. It sent a tingle up your spine, your brows furrowing in thought.
“You’ve never…gotten close like this,” You murmured, fingers tracing down to rub his broad back. “And now you’re crushing me.”
Remy shifted slightly. Just barely. “I couldn’t keep pretendin’ no more.”
He was rubbing his head under your chin now. You then realized that he was comforting you, his heightened senses no doubt picked up on your sadness. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could smell the saltiness of the tears that’d dried on your skin last night.
Regardless, you pressed him further. There it was again, the tension in his muscles beneath your hand, like he was winding up to spit out whatever he was hiding.
“Y’know-” He mumbled, lips curling. “Like I wasn’t guiltier than hell pushin’ you away. I ain’t blind to what you’ve done for me, I—” He sighed, gathering his thoughts, pushing the worlds out from his mouth, his heart. “Remy’s afraid, cher.”
“Afraid?” Your eyes softened. He nodded.
“Life hasn’t been kind to me, y’know that jus’ by looking at me,” He laughed dryly. “You see right through me and— Well…Remy don’t like it too much!”
You clapped him on the back, your laughter making his cheeks burn. He scoffed but held his tail up high, it curling at the top with amusement. “Oh—Remy,” You sighed, looking down at him fondly. “You’re silly.”
—
Remy became your velcro kitty after that.
The first days after he’d opened up to you were especially rough. He’d rub his head everywhere, your face, your chest. Marking you, letting the other hybrids, especially the strays in the Thieves’ Guild, know that you and your home were off limits. Remy wasn’t jealous but something about you smelling like other hybrids or people made something ugly churn in his stomach. He scented you religiously, licking and rubbing his skin all over you. It was non-negotiable. You come home with a smell Remy doesn’t like and he’s shoving you into bed to fuss over how you “Can’t stay clean for the life of you.”
You were making him soft, unraveling him at an alarmingly fast pace and any fear of what that may mean was forgotten as soon as you’d press him into your chest and rub behind his ears. He noted that as another weak spot of his, one you took full advantage of. Remy went without sleep, that combined with his feline DNA meant he was basically out the whole day and his favorite place to nap was on your bed, curled in your sheets where your scent was most prominent. It’d scared the shit out of you the first time. You’d heard rumbling coming from your room only to find a sleepy Remy with your pillow tucked into his arms.
“You purr loud as hell,” You scoffed, pulling the pillow from underneath to quickly hug your sleepy Gambit.
Remy’s ear twitched. He didn’t open his eyes, just pulled you in and snaked his arms across your waist like some makeshift body pillow. You rolled your eyes and he just smirked, purring contently. His hand made its way up your leg before kneading the skin on your thigh, tracing up to grab at your tummy, pressing and squeezing.
Remy’s making biscuits.
He didn’t know how he went so long without your touch, without someone to love on him in a way that made his most primal instincts light up. Remy was mush. Soft in a way he hadn’t been since he was just a kitten. Remy scowled when you said something about being hungry, hissing and puffing his tail at your attempts to get up. His cheek rubbed against your shoulder and he was kneading at you again, as if saying ‘I’m comfortable. Don’t leave yet.’
You tried to wriggle free to which he threw his meaty thigh across you with a smirk. Good luck getting up now.
—
Remy had been territorial the last couple days.
You’d come home and there’d be Remy as per usual to gently nudge you to the couch to cuddle. Only this time he hooked his arm under your knees and carried you there. He grimaced at your smell, rubbing his ears and tail over you furiously. “Hm” was all he said.
Odd…
The following days his behavior escalated, growing increasingly temperamental (very unlike him) and possesive until evening came and you found him on your bed, not unusual if not for him being tangled with your pillow under his hips, leaky pink tip drooling over the white case. Remy’s eyes lit up upon seeing you. his darling. Savior.
“Oh—! Dieu merci!”
You realized why’d he’d been so fussy and practically dove under the sheets and swatting the claws reaching for your work shirt as you stradddled him, ignoring his grumbles about stealing buying you another one. He nibbled at your neck once you shed your clothes, feverishly kissing down before his canines sank in.
You hissed. He smirked against your skin, tongue tracing over the mark. He made quick work of your clothes and slotted his twitching cock between your thighs, your wetness coating his length as he began to rock back and forth, trembling with repressed lust as you instinctively dripped over his length.
“No plans tonight, right?”
You shook your head.
“Good,” Remy said. “Cause you ain’t going anywhere.”
—
Quiet as a cat be damned, the Cajun just couldn’t close his mouth. Your ass rippled with each passionate thrust of his lips, velvety moans brushing against the shell of your ear.
“R-Remy slow…ooh—! Slow down,” You panted. One hand squeezed your hips, the other reaching around to tease your clit between his elegant fingers, rolling and pinching, making your pussy wetter, secrete your sweet nectar so he could pound into you without abandon. He gathered your juices, bringing his fingers up to his lips.
“Mm!” Remy jerked forward, churning more of that sweet, sweet ambrosia out your pussy with each drive of his hips. “Oh, you’re lovely,” He let out a pleasured grunt, head falling into your shoulder. “You an’ this pretty pussy mon cœur.”
He wanted to fill you and the animalistic part of him prayed it’d take. Dark brows furrowed and his cheeks tinted pink. No. Your pleasure first. Always. He reined his thoughts in, reaching for your pretty nub, smothering your swollen lips, swallowing your cries. “That good?”
You were gone, absolutely cockdrunk but just lucid enough to look over your shoulder to nod in response. Hazy eyes met Remy’s his pretty red hair stuck to his face, ears pinned back. Fuck he was hot. Fuck you were gonna come. Again.
“Rem-” He shushed you, pulling out slowly, letting your hole gape before slamming back in and that was it. He lifted your thighs, balls meetin skin as he pumped deeper, face tense with determination. You fist you first your first. You. Always you. Denying himself this was one of the dumbest decisions of his life.
You hands fisted the sheets, your hips bucking back into him. You wanted this as much as he did. Humans were too animals, after all, primal and feverish.
Your back arched erotically, hot-white pleasure washing over your spent body as you came came came—juices ran down your folds, wetting your thighs. Fuck. He was gone too.
Remy collapsed and with a few shallow thrusts against your ass he was there too, his chest flush against your tacky skin as spurts of come flooded your cunt. Neither of you spoke, heavy breathing and the sound of lips smashing into each other saying everything that needed to be said. He turned you on your side, spooning you with his nose against your shoulder. “Mm,” He snored, hand splayed over your tummy, rubbing reverently. You eyes fluttered open as your head cleared. You glared at him playfully.
“Am I pregnant?”
Remy pretended to think, his hands kneading biscuits into your skin as he closed his eyes. Classic Remy, never serious. The way his tail curled up was imposible to miss. It wiggled with amusement, the fluffy appendage reached over to boop your nose. “You wanna be?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Non, non! Though it’d keep ‘em strays off’y back—”
You slapped his arm. “Shut up, I’m serious!” You said, feigning anger. Remy nodded understandingly, not having opened his eyes once. Any concern was silenced with a kiss to your shoulders and marks that’d have you wearing turtlenecks for at least a week. You blinked. Right- thank goodness for the pill, huh?
You sighed and let his gentle purrs vibrate against your back. How far you’d come with the cat thief, you thought as you let sleep over take you. Morning would be here soon and you knew that Remy’s heat was far—far from for over. The thought alone had your thighs squeezing.
A/N: gambit x teammate!reader x woverine, 21+f!reader, smut, sexual tension, flirting, semi-public threesome, double penetration
“Bonjour, Monsieur Thomas, vous allez bien?”
Tom, the head bartender at The Cove in Salem Center turns at the familiar Cajun lilt and greets two of his regulars as they take up their usual bar stools. Gambit has a nick on his jaw, but that usual self-assured smile that he carries everywhere. Wolverine looks just fine, large and satisfied no doubt after sparing with the younger man.
“Evening, fellas,” Tom greets them, already reaching for the short glasses. “Same old, same old?” He asks, grabbing a black label whiskey and a robust bourbon off the liquor shelf.
“Make mine a double, Tom.” Logan grumbles, scanning the inside of the bar for potential threats while Remy scan for potential company. “Those kids at Xavier’s ain’t suited for the real world,” He gripes, giving Tom a curt nod when his whiskey glass is slid across to him. “I say duck, they stop to ask why. Never seen anythin’ like it.”
“They kids, homme,” Remy says, handing Tom some folded bills with a tip of a fake hat after taking his bourbon and sipping it slowly, savoring the earthy notes. “We never listened to our professeurs, ou pas? Is what they do, ignore us old men.” He says with a shrug. “Moi, personnellement? I never have trouble with the trainees.”
“That’s cause you flirt with ‘em.” Logan smirks.
“Gambit play to his strengths.” Remy winks.
The night continues with conversation, light banter between old friends. They play a few rounds of pool, bet some petty cash for the fun of it. Logan brings up Rogue and Magneto’s ever evolving bond and Remy shrugs it off, not ready to make a decision on that just yet. Remy, in turn, brings up how Jean’s been spending a lot of time in the garage with him. Logan claims he’s just letting her vent about marriage troubles — Remy doesn’t doubt it. The more complicated qualms of life often take hold of the vibe a few drinks into the night and they find themselves in a secluded booth tucked in the back of the bar. There is a feeling of anticipation quietly simmering between the two men, an impending sense of…thrill.
“Hey!”
They look up and suddenly you’re standing there, grinning at your mentors and teammates. You joined after graduating a years back, stayed on as a TA for Ororo and trained to be part of the X-Men. Now, three years after your graduation, you’ve grown from a coltish young student to a beautiful young woman. The X-Men are all very protective of you given you’re the youngest on the team, but you’ve always felt safest with Wolverine and Gambit.
“Oh, hé petite,” Remy smiles, standing to give you a hug and Logan follows suit, pecking the top of your head and looking over his shoulder at your group of friends. “How’s your night go-”
“Who’re they?” Logan interrupts.
“Friends from college, relax, dad,” You tease, crossing your arms as you realize you’re wearing a tube top under your cropped denim jacket. You wouldn’t usually care, but you do when you’re standing in front of two of your male role models and don’t have a bra on. “You two hanging out? We just came to have a drink, but they’re heading back into town afterwards.”
“You need a ride back home?” Logan asks and you nod. “We’ll be here, go have your drink, kid.” He says and you grin, pecking his cheek and Remy hands you some folded bills.
“Drinks on me, mon ange.” He winks and you lightly shove him with your shoulder while taking the crumpled bills from his hand.
“Thanks.” You blush before returning to your group.
“You really can’t help yourself can you, Gumbo?” Logan mutters as they sit back down. He can see that Remy is still staring at you and Logan gives a low growl as a warning.
“Oh, c’mon, Wolverine,” Remy laughs softly, downing the rest of his bourbon and signaling Tom for another by raising the empty glass. “She not a kid no more, no matter how much you treat her like one.” Logan shakes his head and spares a look over his shoulder at you.
You’ve shed your denim jacket off, the perky mounds of your chest sitting up nicely in that youthful, but undeniably womanly way. Twenty-one full years of life, nine of which he has been personally present for and he’s loved each version of you. This version, however, invites temptation.
“She deserves better than either of us can give her.” Logan turns back to Remy who gives a slow, but agreeable nod.
“Oui, mais…” Remy gives a small shrug as he trails off when his dark eyes find you again, laughing softly as you unconsciously flip your hair off your shoulder. Your eyes find his glowing irises and you smile sweetly, giving him a wave while biting your lip. “If she want it, what’s the issue?”
After your friends depart with hugs and half-made plans of doing this again next weekend, you join the two X-Men in the back corner booth, sitting next to to Gambit who has an arm outstretched behind you. “That boy of yours sure had a starin’ problem, huh, petite?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” You smirk, nudging him with your shoulder and he chuckles, his hand inches closer to your shoulder. “He’s nice, but…” You pause, noticing yourself just talking to them like friends and not teachers. You like this newfound closeness, this camaraderie between teammates. “I’m not really into his type.”
“What type is he?” Logan asks, trying not to sound as curious as he is by taking a swig of his beer, holding the bottle casually by its neck.
“You know, he’s just a little too shy, always plays by the rules,” You hesitate, fiddling with the straw in your empty cocktail glass as you bite your lip and look from one awaiting facial expression to the next. “My age.” You finally add, taking a sip from Remy’s glass while he grins at you and you blush, looking over at Logan. “Hope that’s not weird to say in front of you now.”
“Nah,” Logan says, sitting back in his seat across from you, arms crossed casually over his broad chest while Remy’s hand is now softly rubbing on your bare shoulder. “You’re grown enough to know what you want.”
That’s what the Wolverine keeps repeating to himself when you’re sitting between him and Gambit in the back of his Jeep. Logan’s tongue is gliding into your mouth while Gambit kisses softly on your neck, his hand holding your jaw to keep your head steady. “Tu as un goût si sucré.” He groans, his nose brushing down your neck as he kisses your bare shoulders, his hand falling from your jaw to your perky breasts. “No bra, bèbè?” He asks teasingly making you laugh.
“Is that a complaint?” You manage to ask against Logan’s lips, who chuckles while his hand on your thigh continues rubbing slowly along the inside. The warmth of both their strong, large bodies keep you comfortable as the doorless vehicle you sit in does little to offer warmth. With Remy at your back and Logan in front of you, you’re plenty cozy.
“Non,” Gambit smirks, pulling the top’s neckline down so your tits pop out playfully. “A gratitude.”
Logan’s eyes fall into your bare chest and you bite your lip teasingly as he watches Gambit fondling your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until the pebble gardens. “Go on, Lo,” You murmur, your hand running softly through the side of his hair before guiding him down to your chest. “Taste me.”
His mouth wraps around your nipple and you shiver from the suction of his lips and tongue, from the fact that the Wolverine is sucking on your titties while Remy LeBeau is working your jeans off so he can slip a nimble hand between your warm thighs, parted by Logan’s massive torso. “Bet this lil pussy tastes like candy.” Gambit whispers into your ear, making you wet as two of his finger pads slide along your slit to collect your arousal.
“Find out.” You tease, arching into Logan as he bites teasingly on your nipple. “Fuck, please, touch me.” You beg him, your hand coming back to clasp onto Gambit’s nape as his fingers push into your aching core. “Yes!” You gasp, spreading your legs wider as Logan tugs your jeans the rest of the way down.
“Wanna taste, Wolverine?” The Cajun asks with a smirk and Logan pulls back from your breasts to take the offertory of his teammate’s pussy soaked fingers. You watch with lust as Logan tastes you off of someone else and your bite your lip when you feel his cock growing hard against your thigh.
“Tastes like plums.” Logan says with a little smirk after pulling off Remy’s digits and kissing you. You moan into his mouth, letting his tongue slip past your lips so you taste yourself as well while Gambit’s wet fingers return south to toy with your clit. “You sure you want this, darlin’?”
“Yes,” You nod eagerly, looking up at him with clear eyes and then looking up at the man behind you. “Please.”
Soon you’re lying back on top of Remy, who’s playing with your tits while letting Wolverine set the pace above you with his hands on your hips. Their cocks are squeezed together in your pussy, stretching you out more than you’ve ever been stretched during sex. Gambit is sucking and kissing on your neck, thrusting up lazily while Logan is grunting and swearing from the sight of his cock plunging into your gaping little hole, clenching his jaw when his head rubs against Gambit’s own swollen tip.
The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt — two large men sharing you like a toy, like a prize, both getting off on the same pleasure. They move in and out of you in a rhythmic pattern, taking turns bumping into your cervix so that you’re barely getting a moment to catch your breath or have a clear, coherent thought.
“Merde, ça fait du bien.” Remy groans about how good this feels while sliding one hand down your body to play with your clit again. Your eyes roll back into your head and you shudder from the pleasure, digging your manicured nails into Logan’s broad shoulders as he leans down and kisses you messily.
“You like this?” He growls low, barely lifting his mouth from yours as you nod, brows scrunched together in distress from the mix of pleasure and pain. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” You pant, your voice rough and breathless. “So much.” Their cocks keep gliding easily into you now, legs fully stretched out between their large, strong bodies as you let them take over. “‘M gonna cum!” You whine, your head tipping back against Gambit’s shoulder as he moans into your neck, your nails scratching down Logan’s firm chest.
“Fuck,” He grunts, suddenly lifting your thighs a little more to spread you wider and you squeal from the added pleasure the position gives you and them. Remy groans, his fingers pressing harder to your clit to get you over that edge as he begins to throb warningly. You writhe from the way he jiggles your sensitive bud between two fingers, making your walls contract and squeeze them inside you like a vice as your orgasm takes over your autonomy.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” You cry out, punching Logan’s hard pectoral once as Gambit lifts you slightly by your hips to hammer up into you. “D-Don’t stop!”
One of Logan’s hands then comes down to your lower belly to press you back down fully onto Gambit, squeezing both his and his teammate’s cocks while they’re inside you. Remy grunts from the pressure and he hisses as the direct friction from Logan sends him quickly to his own release.
“Asshole,” He huffs a laugh as he spurts inside you, his cum lubricating Logan’s cock further which makes the man’s head tip back in pleasure. “C’mon, bèbè, let’s make the old man blow his load.” Remy murmurs against your damp temple — as if you could do anything at this moment where you’ve succumbed entirely to the ache of ecstasy.
“Takin’ my time, Cajun.” Logan says with a small smirk as he watches himself slide out of you coated in evidence of arousal. Gambit turns your face to look at him and he kisses you slow and sloppy, swallowing your soft whines and murmurings of how good you feel between them.
Finally, Logan thrusts into you one last time, deep and intentional, shooting his load right against your cervix while you tremble helplessly between them. Your mind is dazed and your body sated as you sink into satisfaction from the feeling of their combined fluids leaking down your thighs. Logan swears under his breath, burying his face in your neck while Remy’s kissing you slow and messy.
“Can we go again?” You ask in a breathless, but mischievous voice after a moment of silence and both men groan softly.
“Only I’ve got the stamina to keep up with you, and Gambit’s not exactly at a hundred percent.” Logan chuckles, though he’s still unbelievably hard inside you.
The Cajun tsks playfully, caressing your thighs while adjusting his position behind you. “C’mon, homme,” He winks at Logan, rolling his hips subtly beneath you, making you gasp and Logan groan. “Let’s give it to her one more time, she an X-Man now, non?”
“Yeah, Wolverine,” You tease while playfully biting your lip, your hands smoothing over the hard expanse of his chest before adding, “We’ll just call this team bonding, huh?”
And how’s Logan to argue with that?
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Gambit head cannons - how Gambit is as a lover | 𑣲
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Cw: fem!reader-ish, mostly gn though, 18+ at the end, general headcannons
SWF ~
• he’s an exciting lover, there’s never a dull moment with him
• he’s spontaneous, bringing you random gifts he stole bought from his trips with the thieves guild
• he’s extremely soft with you, I feel like his patience is unmatched
• his touch is incredibly gentle, he’s afraid you’ll break. he sees you as fragile, even if you’re bigger or more muscular than him
• if you’re a mutant then he absolutely loves seeing you use your mutation, he’ll compliment it in a way that makes you feel seen for the first time in years
• and if you’re not a mutant then he doesn’t care; he enjoys showing you tricks he can do with his mutation
• he’s incredibly understanding if you’re avoidant, or struggling. he lets you know that he’s here whenever you are ready to talk about it—even if that’s never.
• though he’s patient, he doesn’t have any patience for dishonesty. he can understand small lies (surprises, surprise parties, etc), but I feel like he’d be hurt deeply if anything big was kept from him.
• he looooves showing you off, you’re his darling why wouldn’t he? definitely brags about you when you’re not around
- “dats my girl right over dere. Ain’ she a beauty. such a doll.”
• his favourite nickname for you is either chére, mon amour or doll (idk I just loveee that pet name)
• will dote on you if you get periods, does his absolute best to take care of you
• is definitely a bit avoidant though. will disappear for a few days at a time then return. he’s only with the thieves, and he forgets to leave notes for you.
• not the jealous type, but he can’t help but be curious
- “who was dat, chére? non Remy ain’ jel. Jus’… wondering. Remy wants to know people dat you know. Das all.”
NSWF ~
• an eater, proudly. doesn’t care if you have a bush or not he’s just happy to be there
- “when I tell you to sit on my face, chére I mean put all your weight down it don’ matter if Remy can’ breathe.”
• he’s more of a giver, than a receiver but will happily receive if you’re offering
• enjoys being either top or bottom he doesn’t care—he can do both
• safe words aren’t a joke a to him he takes them veryyy seriously. will not do anything with until you’ve established boundaries, safe words, etc
• extremely freaky, into loads of kinky shit. not literal shit though.
• bondage, free use (on him), sensory deprivation, size difference, lowk breeding but he’d never admit it, he loooves cock warming, masochist but in a biting way, loooves mirror sex, light impact play—he doesn’t want to seriously hurt you
• and that’s to name a few, he’s down for anything really. try it once, typa guy
• would lowk be down for a threesome if that’s something you’re into, but would never ask
• prefers not to talk, opts for whining, moaning, etc
• loves it when you praise him
- “tell me how good I’ve been, chére. Remy make you feel even better if you do”
Or on the other hand,
- “I’ll be soo good mon amour, Remy promises you dat. Jus’ lemme eat it. I behaviour I swear”
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X-tra:
I absolutely love this man and I hope these hc’s will suffice for now. Super busy at work so this will be the only piece I post for a bit. Hope it was okay, not proofread <3
