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.
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Gambit and Rogue having you as their little pet <3
Author’s note: I’m a simple bisexual whore, I see two hot characters with southern accents and I immediately want to be kneeling in front of them. Maybe this is too self indulgent oops, btw this is set when Rogue can control her power
nsfw 18+, fem reader + bisexual reader, threesomes obvs, pet play, pussy eating, blowjobs, all that good stuff
With a relationship as strong as theirs, most people around them figured nothing could shake their bond. That nobody could have the power to turn either of their heads.
One of those is true; their bond has never been stronger. And since having their head’s turned, their relationship has never been better.
It all started with Remy. A womanizer at heart, when he’d seen you with your tight skirt, moving things into your office ahead of your new position as a creative writing teacher at Xavier’s institute. With an easy smile, he charmed you completely, helping you with your things and playfully moving your hair away from your eyes. The feelings that blossomed in your chest filled you with excitement and shame, the wedding band gleaming from his finger catching your eye.
That guilt for feeling so affected by his flirtation lasted until you met his wife. She was taller than you expected, her thick hair cascading down her back as she lulled you in to an easy conversation. Taken aback by her closeness, you remember having to fight the heat rising to your cheeks when she laughed and traced her fingers along your arm.
Little did you know they’d both discussed you, and when you were suddenly confronted with the opportunity to be able to sleep with two of the hottest x-men you’d seen in your life, you’d have been a fool to say no.
Which began your unconventional relationship with them. Everyone around you just thought it was sweet, how close friends you were with the pair. Little did they know the predicaments you found yourself in when you’d slip into their room at night.
“Me and Remy always used t’argue about who’d get to be in charge,” Anna-Marie would say, looking down at your sweet obedient face. “Now we have you.”
Some nights you’d be on your back, body jolting with every rough trust of Remy’s dick inside your soaked pussy. For such a big talker, you were surprised he had the size to back it, as ever drag of his hips had your cunt stretched oh so deliciously. Not that you could vocalise it, since atop your mouth was Anna-Marie’s pussy as she ground down on your tongue. Her thighs were settled on either side of your face, but you could still hear them talking.
“Mon dieu she’s so tight.” Gambit slurred out, rocking his cock in and out.
“She’s such a good girl.” Rogue replied, her hips stuttering as she thoroughly used your mouth.
Above you, the couple held hands, leaning forward and kissing sloppily. Using you like a toy was clearly thrilling for the pair, and was making your cunt gush.
Some times, you’d be granted a fleeting moment of control. Remy on his knees, switching between feasting on your wet cunt or Anna-Marie’s. His balance was wobbling, with his hands tied behind his back, but his smile showed exactly how much he loved being on the floor. Or perhaps Anna-Marie is in that position, sucking Remy off as your hand is in her hair, piloting her movements. While you could call some of the shots, one of them always had the control.
Other times, Anna-Marie would strap herself up, fucking you on your hands and knees as you bobbed your head up and down Remy’s hard dick. His hand gently stroked your cheek, allowing you to control the pace, satiated with the view of his wife giving it to you good.
“You’re fuckin’ her brains out there chère.” He’d laugh, suppressing a groan as a particularly good thrust had you taking more of him down your throat.
“It’s a pretty good workout.” She’d reply, giving your ass a spank. “She just looks too cute.”
“I know mon amour, like our own little pet.”
That word. Pet. It ignited something in the three of you, something so naughty and hot and downright intoxicating. So when Remy invited you both to their room one night, a devious smirk on his face, you knew it spelt trouble.
“C’mon sugar, why ain’t you tellin’ us what’s got y’so excited?” Rogue says, still in her green and yellow outfit, shrugging her jacket off.
“He hasn’t told you?” You ask, head tilted to which she laughs and shakes her head.
“He wasn’t in the danger room trainin’ with the others.”
“No I was not.” He says proudly, a bag in his hand. “I took a little trip.”
You watch as he digs around in the bag, before looking back up at you.
“Now mon chaton, would you do me the honour of closin’ those pretty little eyes.”
You oblige him, eyelids fluttering closed. A streak of nerves and excitement jolt through your spine as you stand there. He clearly takes something out of the bag, given Rogue’s excited little giggle.
“You trust me, trust us, don’t you?” He asks, to which you nod instinctively.
Another breath, and then you feel something around your throat. Your back goes stiff, as you feel a buckle close and something remain around your neck.
“Can I open my eyes now?” You ask softly, to which Rogue gives you the all clear.
Your eyelids open, and you can’t help the breath that catches in your throat. While you can’t see exactly the type of collar he’s put on you, you can see the gold chain that runs from your neck to his hand.
His smirk speaks volumes, before he gives the chain an experimental tug, causing you to stumble forward.
“Oh this’ll do mighty fine.” He coos, before handing the leash to his wife.
She giggles again, pulling on the chain so you stumble towards her. Her hands come up to the collar, feeling the material and making you lean into her touch.
“Don’t you look the part now sugar, our little pet.” She says lowly, her eyes darkening with lust. “But pets don’t walk on two feet do they?”
The couple laugh as you get flustered, dropping to your knees before they walk over to the bed, giving eachother a kiss.
“C’mon then baby, atta girl.” Remy says, patting his thigh to encourage you. With a moment to breath, you start to crawl over to them, your leash trailing behind you. As you reach the pair, Anna-Marie gives your hair a stroke, before her husband begins to unbuckle his belt.
It isn’t long before his cock is down your throat, drool leaking out of your mouth as you moan around him. He groans, throaty and low as he grips the sheets, the sight of you nearly making him cum prematurely.
You look up at him submissively, tears in the corners of your eyes as you gag softly at the thickness. Anna-Marie has her hand gripped firmly at the roots of your hair, ensuring you can’t wriggle out of her grasp.
“There we go, ain’t you doin’ so well for me and Remy. Makin’ him feel so good.”
Her praise makes you more determined, hands politely in your lap, as you relax your throat as best you can. His hips buck up instinctively.
“Si bon…such a good girl.” He grits out, watching the collar on your neck as his cock sinks in farther.
With a few more drags of your mouth from Rogue’s grip, he’s cumming in your mouth with a loud moan. You do your best to gulp down most of it, but when she finally lets you pull off some leaks out as you swallow and catch your breath.
“Messy pet.” Rogue chastises, wiping some cum from your lips and chin before stuffing her finger in your mouth.
As you suck, Gambit clearly recovers from his orgasm, rolling his neck.
“And you ain’t done yet. Gonna service both of y’owners.”
After his words, he leans down to grip the leash, tugging so you’re on the bed with both of them.
“Get comfy chère.” He winks at Anna-Marie, as she starts to shimmy out of her outfit. He grips your chin, making you watch her undress, your thighs clenching desperately to stop the ache. “Ain’t she just a vision pet.”
“Alright stop y’starin’ and get her in position.” The woman laughs, falling back into the pillows, thick hair spreading out around her like a halo.
Remy wastes no time in bending you over, pushing you at eye level with Anna-Marie’s pussy. He hands the leash to her, before she tugs harshly. Your mouth is on her, and you waste no time in delving into her slick. Your tongue tastes her, eating her slowly and deliberately.
She moans, back arching a little as she holds a tight grip on the leash. Her husband watches for a few minutes, always mesmerised by the image of her in pleasure. But before long, he’s ripping a hole in your tights, grinning at you obeying his instruction to not wear any underwear.
As you lick circles on her clit, Remy pushes a surprise finger into your cunt, the sensation causing you to moan against her. She keeps you snug against her, loving the vibrations of your noises.
“So wet f’us, you like bein’ our pretty pet. All ours to use.”
His voice settled in your ears, along with his two fingers now to the knuckle inside of you. He pumps them rhythmically, almost obsessively. For god knows how long you’re trapped in a dizzying haze of pleasure. Of your tongue licking up every last drop of Anna-Marie, of Remy’s fingers rubbing against that spot inside of you that makes you whine. But from both of them, all you can hear is the same phrase. The phrase that has you toppling into an orgasm.
rogue's behind you, gloved hands holding your hips steady as her thick strap thrusts deep inside you. Remy's facing you, or rather, his pelvis is. His cock is stuffed in your mouth, small bits of drool leaking from the corners as you take his girth, tip skimming the back of your throat. Your back is arched as much as it can be in this position, hands gripping Remy's thighs for some degree of balance. Your moans are muffled, whimpers caught in your throat as you're forced to take it, the two mutants cooing praises every so often.
"There you go sugar, takin' us so well."
"Feel so good chérie, gonna swallow real good for Gambit?"
You do. None of the three of you have ever come harder.
Rouge & Gambit, Invis & Mr. Fan, Phoenix & Cyclops x chronic! reader
Throuple scenario
When times get rough, always project your problems onto characters ❤️
Masterlist
CW// mostly focused on joint pain, throuples, being taken care of
To say these two take care of you well is the understatement of the century. Both Anne and Remy are strong willed, and determined to make sure you are comfortable at all times.
Anne usually takes care of anything physical. If you have trouble getting up or down stairs for whatever reason, she'll gently pick you up and walk them for you. There's been a few embarrassing times where she's found you sitting in the middle of the stairs, totally dejected because you overestimated yourself for the day- but she's nothing but comforting, letting you know she thought it was great you got as far as you did, and that she's happy to help the rest of the way. If you don't want to be carried, she'll let you lean on her and guide you instead, going at your pace the entire time.
Remy handles other things like chores. He's more than happy to cook a warm meal for you, and even more happy to sit in bed and eat with you. If your hands shake, don't worry, he's got scarily steady ones that will help you. He helps with chores that take it out of you, happy to sit on the floor side by side as the two of you fold laundry and probably watch a TV show- something like real housewives. If you can't get around to doing something he's on the job, no need to apologize for it, what's an extra load of dishes anyways?
Both of them carry around any medication you might take, be that an injection or pills, they are READY.
Every step of the way they are nothing but encouraging. They are pillars of support ready to catch you at all if you fall, to hold you up as you regain balance and stand high once more.
They coddle, but not as much. Well, Susan doesn't coddle as much, Reed definitely does.
Reed is someone who feels like if he isn't helping every second of the day then he isn't useful, so to say he's a bit of a helicopter is laughable. Of course, he doesn't ever want you to feel as though you're incapable of doing things on your own, it's just that why bother doing something and possibly hurting yourself when he can easily do it. He doesn't realize how bad of an ideology that is, and has been scolded on multiple occasions by basically everyone in his life that has common sense.
Susan is always there for you, but she's more there for encouragement. She'll sit in bed and rub her hands against your back, encouraging you to get up and giving you any medications you take. She's always got her hand in yours, but she doesn't let you know it's because she's worried all the time.
Both of them enjoy seeing you be independent, getting up and working on your own. It gives them a sense of pride that you're pushing through, that you're brave enough to try things that might be physically taxing and push through even when your bones start to hurt like hell.
Of course, the Baxter building is completely formatted to accommodate you. Elevators, ramps, hell even one of those wall chairs that move up and down stairs that Johnny probably uses more than you is there. All of it was meticulously done by Reed, even when Susan told him to tone it down a little, he just can't help it.
On rough days, they both wrap their arms around you and squeeze you tight, pressing kisses against your face. They claim they're squeezing the bad day out of you, wringing you dry like a towel, except instead of water it's the bad vibes from the day. Whether it's scientifically real or not is questionable, but if Reed says it's scientifically proven to work who are you to question?
Both of them are worry warts. Big, fat, worriers. They try and be nonchalant but it's hard to hide how much they care for you, how much they want to be there and help.
Scott is the more hands on one. He'll let you grab his arm and lean on him like a life support as you do stuff, helps you do chores like drying the dishes after you hand wash them and changing out the laundry- because it's such a tedious task. It's never a burden to him to help you, and he always jokes that if he had it his way your feet would never have to touch the ground again, that he'd carry you everywhere you want to go without a single complaint. Take advantage of that, and make him do just that, please he wants to be helpful so bad.
Jean is more on the silent side, sort of off to the side work you don't even realize needed to happen. She's helping make the x-mansion more accommodating, preparing things you don't even realize would be tedious to do like pre-chopping ingredients for meals. She's the type to always cut your apple slices for you, to peel your orange without you ever having to ask, and she does it without a single word. You don't even have to ask, she's already there and ready to help.
Neither are very vocal in their worry of offers to help, they're just... There. Hands resting encouragingly on your back and waiting for you to ask for anything. They would give you the world, should you ask.
Bonus, but these two run a bit on the hotter side and it is HEAVENLY. Their combined warmth during the night is to die for, their arms wrapped around you so you're perfectly sandwiched in-between them, it settles into your bones and for the night you aren't left staring at the ceiling being unable to sleep due to the uncomfortable buzzing in your head.
Summary: After a long day, you settle down with the loves of your life.
Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack. These bitches bisexual! Good for them! Sweetness. Anna Marie and Remy being the actual best. Female Reader. Bisexual Reader. Mutant Reader with undefined powers (though I have ideas). Magneto glaze (I can’t help it).
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: the amount of times I giggled and twirled my hair while writing this… babes. PLEASE request more of these three. I have ideas for prequels and sequels lined up and ready to go. This is just a Drabble for now, but I’m so willing to write more! Thank you for requesting, my love! (Note: My works are not beta-read. If there are any mistakes, then I apologize and I will fix them as soon as possible).
There are only three things in this world that you’re absolutely certain of. Two of them are things that could change at any given moment depending on the state of the world. There is only one certainty that is a constant. Only one that is a given throughout all time, all space. One that cannot be changed, that cannot be shifted on its axis despite the efforts of the gods that live amongst you.
Magneto could tilt the Earth. Storm could birth an unending hurricane. Jean Grey could light up the entire sky and turn it to a mesmerizing golden orange. And this one, small certainty would be unending despite it all.
It starts with this; the sky is never just blue. It is a myriad of colors on a good day. Golden, green, purple, pink – a vast ocean painted lilac by the mere rising of the sun. This is a fact that does not change, even when the night falls and the colors shift into their midnight hues. Deep dark blues tinted with the vastness of what lies beyond. The sky is ever-changing. It warps. Shifts. Though, sometimes, it even lies.
It continues with this; you owe Magneto your life, and even if you could give him everything, it would never be enough. He is a god amongst mutants, most certainly a god amongst men. In your eyes, he is what holds the ground together. He has been Atlas incarnate from the very moment you met him. He is flawed and righteous. Ruthless yet… kind, in his own way. And he, too, lies. For the good. For the worthy.
There was a time when you would never have begrudged Magneto a single thing. There was a time. Even that small certainty has shifted.
Because, at the end of the day, it ends with this; you love Remy and Anna Marie more than mere words can define. More than… anything. This is the only thing that cannot change. The only thing written within the very laws of reality. The only thing you’re sure of, day in and day out – even as the sky morphs, even as Magneto looks on with those expressions you’ve never been able to identify. His history with Rogue. His little rivalry with Gambit. The sky shifts into a sickly green hue, preceding violent storms, and yet the clouds lay silent. Magneto saved your life more times than you can count, but he has done so many horrible things. Those certainties fade.
But… them. Oh, them. They are your world. Your love for them does not lie. It doesn’t cheat or speak ill or harm. It simply is. It changes, yes. Shifts into new forms as other certain things do. The past has proved that perfectly. But it never wanes. Never lessens. Never leaves.
Remy and Anna Marie are the only constant in a world that is ever-changing. They are your only quiet corner of peace with powers that refuse to stop screaming. They ground you. Keep you level even as they bring you to new heights you never thought possible.
It took a very long time for this to happen. It was a long while before Gambit and Rogue gave themselves a chance – longer still before they gave each other a chance. It took what felt like an eternity for you to meet them in the middle, for you to accept what they were trying so desperately to give you.
Back then, you never knew how they felt about you. You could only see what they so clearly felt for one another. It was your own pain that disguised their feelings, your own grief for a world that didn’t want you as you were. It was the chaos of the time. The clones and the stolen powers and the… tragedy at Genosha.
The chaos came to pass, as most things do. In the aftermath, you were left with the simple truth that they laid plainly out for you; you are loved. Loved by them in ways you couldn’t even begin to fathom. No, not then.
Now, however… Now, you understand it.
You hear the echoes of their voices through the bathroom door. Alongside that, there’s the slight creaking of your bed as they discuss a new topic rather animatedly. They come to visit you on the days when you’re not otherwise busy with Hank or Charles. They tell you they treasure those days. The times in which they cuddle up next to you and breathe you in. The days in which you are all offered some semblance of a break.
Certainly, they don’t treasure it nearly as much as you do. The sound of them – their honeyed voices and lilting accents bring a smile to your face. You’re still dripping. Your hair is still soaked from where you just climbed out of the shower. There is a part of you that still shudders, a space in your chest that recoils in panic – it's been a bad day for your powers. Yet still, you smile. You grin and lean softly against the door as you drink in the sound of them.
Her loud laugh. His low chuckle. Their shared stories as they flop down onto your queen-sized mattress as if they own the place. Anna Marie repeats something that Logan told her earlier, and Remy replies in startled shock with a few words spoken in French. Your grin widens.
One of them must hear your shuffling from behind the door, because Anna Marie calls out to you in the way she always does. Remy echoes something low enough that you can’t hear his words – but you know well enough by now what his tone means. Affection. Admiration. Adoration.
“You comin’, sugar? Heard you had a bit of a day.”
Rogue’s voice alone could save you from certain doom. It makes your heart flutter within your chest.
You’re still in your towel. Haven’t had a chance to get dressed, but now that they’re here, you don’t see much of a point. There’s most likely going to be a period tonight in which the clothes come off anyway. You’re dry, at least, save for the way your hair still sends rivulets of cooling water running down your naked back.
Maybe you’re a little nervous – they’ve seen you naked before, but not much. You’re still… new. Still unused to it. Still waiting for the other shoe to drop. There’s a small bit of comfort in knowing that they’re unused to this sort of relationship just as much as you are, but you’re still the outsider, in a way.
It’s not that you doubt how they feel about you, because you don’t. Not anymore. Not after everything. It’s just… intimidating. They are intimidating. You love them more than anything and it scares you as much as it delights you, because you’re all mutants and death is always just around the corner for your kind. Not to mention the fact that they began their relationship a while before they confessed their feelings for you. Before you ever had the hope that you could have them both.
It's complicated like every other worthwhile thing. It’s imperfect. There are days when you’re… afraid. Though, like today, they’re always there at the end of the line. Waiting for you.
With a quiet breath, you open the door, your smile rather shaky. The towel is wrapped securely around your torso and abdomen, so the only parts of you on display are your lower legs and everything above your chest. Some of your hair glistens in the lamplight, and their eyes find you as they always do. As if you possess a gravitational pull that draws them in.
They’ve always been good to look at, but there must be something different about today, evidently. Remy’s wearing one of his cropped t-shirts and a simple pair of grey sweats. Anna Marie has taken some liberties with her wardrobe since she found a way to control her powers – she’s in no more than a sports bra and a pair of tight shorts, revealing her muscular body for both you and Remy to openly admire. They look dressed to stay over in your room tonight. They look… the same as they always do. Only now, you feel something in you settle at the sight of them. It softens. Calms.
Remy whistles lowly as he looks you up and down, and Anna Marie stands up from the bed on a new sort of instinct. Her eyes are alight with a simple sort of fondness that's tinted with a familiar heat. Remy watches contentedly from the surface of your plush bed as Anna Marie stalks up to you. She plants a wet kiss right on your cheek. She then backs you up against the wall to give you a more proper greeting, as is her way.
You giggle as her lips meet yours, butterflies set loose in your belly. You hear Remy sigh softly as her hands slide down to your hips, though she pulls away before she goes any farther. With one final kiss to your forehead, she levels you with a soft look, pretty green eyes gazing between your own.
“How you holdin’ up, sugar? Somethin’ happen today?”
They must’ve heard through the grapevine about the panic attack you had in Hank’s lab earlier. They know just as well as you do how impossible your powers are to ignore. Though they tend to worry a lot more these days, after all those years of chaos. Your hands find their way to her waist on impulse, though you only gently edge her away from you.
She steps away from you with a tender smile, and you look to Remy, who is leaned up against the headboard. His strange eyes are much like Anna’s – alight with concern and care.
“What’d you two hear?” You ask as you move to sit on the edge of the bed. Anna Marie can’t help herself – she plops herself down just next to you, and her fingers begin to run down the surface of your back. Meanwhile, Remy scoots himself towards the both of you and leans against Anna.
“Heard you had a bad day is all, cher.” Remy says with a slightly mischievous look in his eyes. He must be planning something already.
You hum, mind half-distant, retreating back to the point in which your powers refused to leave you be. It was right in the middle of one of your lessons with Hank. Logan was there, but he was gone when it was over. It must have been him who spread the word. Perhaps he left to see if he could grab someone to help you through it, only to find you absent when he returned.
“Yeah, I…” You attempt, but the rest of the words don’t come out. That is until Remy’s hand joins Anna’s in her exploration of your upper back. It tickles, and the feeling of them brings you back down from the clouds. “I got overwhelmed. You know how I can be.”
“Logan said it was more than that, mon coeur. Said you didn’t come back for a while.”
His eyes soften as you look at them both, and a glint appears as you smile. Anna Marie fiddles with a tuft of your wet hair, just because she can.
“How bad was it, hon? Scale from one to ten?” Anna Marie questions.
You shrug as your chest begins to practically overflow with love for them. “A seven, maybe.”
“Sept.” Remy murmurs under his breath. “Haven’t had no seven in a while.”
“No, we haven’t.” She finishes, and you can’t help but focus on the way she said ‘we’. At the end of the day, you’re in this together. All three of you. Your heart thuds, and you lean just a bit closer to the both of them with a shaky smirk. “You okay now, sugar?”
Your smile turns shy, and heat creeps its way up to your cheeks. “Now that you two are here. Yeah, I’m okay.”
Anna Marie mutters something under her breath – you think it's something along the lines of ‘damn cutiepie’ – and drags you and Remy both down onto the bed. You fall with a squeak in between them, your towel coming undone but still covering you. Remy immediately throws his arm over the both of you, his face finding a home in the crook of your neck. Meanwhile, Anna practically shoves her face into the side of yours, beginning to pepper you with sweet kisses.
The feeling of her affection creeps its way up your neck as she slowly works her way to your mouth. There, she presses a tender peck before she pulls back to look at you and Remy with a content smile. Fiddling with Remy’s hand, you burrow your free arm under Anna in order to pull her closer. Her smile turns lascivious.
“You sure you’re okay, baby?” She questions, leaning her forehead against your own.
You hum, your cheeks heating dramatically. A nearly crazed giggle works its way out of your mouth. You’re embarrassed and in love and so ridiculously happy. Yet still, there might be a part of you that isn’t quite okay. Not just yet.
“Dunno.” You murmur against her mouth as Remy peppers his own kisses against the soft skin of your neck. “I… guess I’m not entirely alright.”
Remy chuckles, and the vibrations send shivers down your spine. A wave of heat rolls through you as you feel the wet press of his tongue. He shifts, lifting his head so that his eyeline can meet Anna’s. Mischief shines from them both, and a silver moonbeam drifts in from the window, setting them aglow. “Reckon there be somethin’ we can do to make our girl feel better, non?”
Even as you nod vigorously, Anna Marie answers him readily. “Why, I think there is, Remy.”
opposites attract— especially the attractive ones. quips for days. nursing through hangovers. shared playlists. flirting during tutoring sessions. thick accents. not so secretly protective of each other. lots of cuddles and kisses. two fun-lovers with different definitions of fun. studying now to party later. lingering at the back of a frat party. supporting each other through everything. falling more in love everyday (with each other and possibly with you, too).
fratgirl!anna marie!
✦ fratgirl!anna marie who’s got the biggest heart in her frat. she’s big on fairness and has a very strong (and very personal) sense of justice. anna marie loves to rib on people, don’t get me wrong, but she hates when it’s taken too far. she’s the sweetest to new pledges, the perfect big to their little.
✦ fratgirl!anna marie who, of course, loves to party. she’s got a pretty good tolerance for drinks, although she sometimes accidentally pushes past her limits. anna marie, despite all odds, tends to be pretty responsible with her partying. she likes to dote on others while she’s tipsy, escorting the drunker frat members back to their rooms or to an uber and helping to clean up. her party girl persona is just that, a persona. she’s a lot more responsible and mature than she lets on.
✦ fratgirl!anna marie who works out regularly. leg day is her favorite, naturally. she never skips the gym unless she’s sick. for anna marie, working out is therapeutic and vaguely masochistic: the strain of her muscles, the sense of control, and the reminder of her own strength are all major motivators for her. she posts gym selfies on instagram— remy’s probably liked at least 70% of them.
✦ fratgirl!anna marie who’ll hold your cups at parties, lean on you, and hold your hips. she’ll whisper gossip in your ear before chuckling and shrugging when you call her out. it’s intimate, maybe too intimate, especially for a girl with a boyfriend. you can’t deny, though, how special you feel when she calls you “sugar” or hot it is when she carefully manhandles you, moving you by the waist out of her way.
✦ fratgirl!anna marie who doesn’t hesitate to stand up for herself, her man, or for you. sometimes, it’s like she’s itching for someone to slip so she can put them in their place. anna marie just happens to be protective (so is remy, really).
✦ fratgirl!anna marie who’s tutored by remy every other day. study dates are huge between them. not only does she understand things better after remy explains, but that voice… whew, you’d be enamoured, too, after a study session or two with him. they have a favorite table in the library they tend to sit at.
✦ fratgirl!anna marie who loves a good treat, but only if you or remy are also eating it with her. she can’t be the only one with an extra large ice cream or three plates of sushi, sorry. i personally think she’d eat a sizable amount to keep up with her metabolism/gym-lifestyle. if you split something with her it’s like 60/40, so don’t worry about not eating your fill.
nerd!remy!
✦ nerd!remy who tutors in several areas of science for extra cash. he’s usually pretty professional, but he’s weak around two people: anna marie and you. he can’t help sliding in a flirt here and there, eyes darting from the paper he’s writing on up to your face as he smiles. “don’t think too hard about it, chére,” he murmurs, “you gonna need that brain power for the next problem.”
✦ nerd!remy who lives off campus in his own apartment. he’s got lego sets on display, held to one wall with velcro. common pokemon cards live in a bin under his bed; the rarer ones get sleeves and sit in a neat binder. one of the original star wars movies is always on his “watched recently” when you turn on the tv.
✦ nerd!remy who’s not as inexperienced as he makes himself out to be. everyone loves a nerd nowadays and he took full advantage of that fact before meeting anna marie and settling down. he’s also not as innocent as he seems— his childhood was pretty rough and not something he likes to talk about.
✦ nerd!remy who nibbles lightly on eraser heads and the end of pens. he also hums sometimes when he works or even eats. he claims it helps him concentrate more. remy’s little habits are endearing more often than not.
✦ nerd!remy who double, no, triple texts. quadruple texts. he’s not nonchalant by any means, which is part of why anna marie loves him so much. he’s very enthusiastic over text; it’s pretty easy to read his texts and hear his voice, accent and all. not to mention his liberal emoji usage, which seems to increase when he’s nervous or unsure.
✦ nerd!remy who adores sci-fi and romantasy, and frequently compares compares him and rogue and him and you to couples within the genres. i feel like he would love dragging you both to a convention in cosplay… you think it’s too geeky at first but when he comes out in costume you’re suddenly on board. surely, the fact that he has a pretty good sleeper build has nothing to do with this.
✦ nerd!remy who loves to share food. always gets enough for whoever he’s with, lover or otherwise, to have a bit. remy doesn’t hesitate to get the flavor you were debating about but didn’t choose. it’s a subtle gesture of love, but one nonetheless. if you don’t eat it, he definitely will, but he always offers like a gentleman.
✦ these two are: open to requests & paired with anyone atm / works can be found under #fratgirl!anna marie and #nerd!remy!
the best thing u can do in college is be bisexual... ugh, love me some rogue and gambit. i imagine they're seniors tbh + no powers but i'll prob keep certain elements of their comics background. my portrayal is a big mix of everything i've ever consumed so it's vaguely coherent srry. + here's my current masterlist!
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