#sparring

[tiktoks-i-enjoyed]

[lunee43]

Eurylochus and Telemachus sparring? (Not in a ship sort of way, in a sort of “favorite uncle and really annoying little shit of a nephew who won’t leave him alone” sort of way)

it’d be awesome if you did this, thank you!!

@prince-of-ithaca

Sparring!

Aftermath

Extra

[a-secret-writer]

juno - dick grayson

— in which a sparring session turns into something more fun.

“If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me juno.”

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The sound of your slightly heavy breath and the swinging of punches was all you could hear for the past hour and a half.

You were drenched in sweat and you were tired, but you never would’ve let Dick win. So you kept going, trying not to get sloppy and successfully dodging his hits.

Sparring with your boyfriend always ended up like this, a bet and two hotheads like you fighting and hoping the other would eventually give up.

You dodged a hit aimed at your ribs and managed to catch his wrist, blocking him.

“Wasn’t that easy now, huh?” You teased, even though your breath was coming out fast.

He grinned, “Look at the hands, not at the mouth” you furrowed your brows and in a split second he flipped you over and pressed you against the wall, holding both of your arms behind your back.

“Thought you would’ve known that by now, sweetheart.” He said, and the smugness in his voice made you rile up. Fuck it, you wouldn’t let him win.

You groaned a bit as you quickly pushed your elbow to his ribs, making him double over for a moment.

“And I thought you would follow your own advice, sweetheart.” You said, smirking.

He laughed and then kicked you in the belly, you partially dodged it but he didn’t give you any time to recover. You wanted to slap the smile off of his face, so while you dodged a punch and he got closer, you quickly intertwined your legs and pushed him to the floor. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him, making you groan as you landed on the ground beside him and he flipped over, blocking you under him.

For a moment you were quiet, only your ragged breathings could be heard. Then, he smirked at you.

“Go on, say it. I win, you lose. Again.”

You scoffed, “Not a chance.”

You groaned and pushed your hips up, trying to get him off. When you failed, he laughed. “Careful, one more move like that and I might think you’re trying to seduce me here.”

He leaned closer with that damn irritating smirk, “Tell you what, say please and maybe I’ll let you up.”

You smacked your lips at that and he smiled, until you quickly pushed your feet on his hip for leverage and flipped him back over. You grabbed his wrists and pinned them on each side of his face.

You were breathing heavy on his face, your hair had fallen down. “You say it first.”

You noticed how his face was a bit flushed now and oh my god, were you making Dick Grayson blush?

His eyes were flickering from your lips to your cleavage covered by your tank top that you always used to train. You decided to tease him about it.

“What’s the matter baby, lost for words?” You got closer to his face even more, “Or maybe you’re just realizing you’ve lost.”

“Don’t act like I couldn’t pin you back down right now.”

You laughed, “Mh, don’t think you actually want to.”

You noticed how the room felt so much hotter now, you leaned down to kiss your boyfriend’s neck. You felt him shiver and laughed softly against his skin.

“Babe…” he whispered. “Mh?”

“Shit…” he cursed when you sucked on his skin.

And, yes, you were very aware of the fact that you were still in the training room. Yes, you were aware that someone could walk in any moment. But you were also very aware that you were fighting the urge to grind into him.

The truth was that lately you both have been so invested in the missions and patrols that it had been weeks since you last had some fun together. You lived together and he came home to you every night, but you both of you were either too tired or just wanted some innocent cuddles with the other. And the truth was that you missed him, you felt extra needy these past days and now that you had his muscular body under you, his hips locked against yours, all sweaty and heavy-breathing? You were Niagara falls.

You instinctively rolled your hips against him, making him let out a whine.

Your face was still pressed against his neck as you whispered in his ear “Dick, I want you.”

Your voice came out desperate but you didn’t even bother to care and his eyes lit up with desire, before getting up he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Your tongues tangled together immediately, his hands held your waist now and yours cupped his jaw. When you moved your hips again you whined into his mouth.

“Let’s take this upstairs, shall we?” You smirked and nodded quickly.

“Fuck-” you gasped when he pushed you against his old bedroom door once it was closed.

He wasted no time in crashing your lips together once again, the kiss all teeth and tongue. His hand slided down from your hip to the waistband of your pants, slowly pushing past it. He rested it over your panties, not moving, just there.

Meanwhile, your hands went under his shirt in a matter of seconds, caressing his abdomen and then his back. You pushed your hips against his hand and heard him laugh quietly. “God, you’re needy.”

You replied against his lips, “Can you blame me? It’s been weeks Dick…”

He smiled at you, “I’ll make up for it.”

His fingers circled your clothed clit and you let out a shaky breath. His lips attacked your neck and you rested your head against the door behind you to leave him more space. You were sure he was gonna leave a mark, not that you minded. Not at all.

When he pushed your panties to the side and finally touched you properly he let out an half groan.

“Shit, you’re already so wet.”

You squirmed against the door, holy Dick Grayson. You felt so hot, you needed to have him now.

“Dick, I need you.” You pleaded and he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Me too.” He said, between kisses. Oh, this man was hungry. “How about-” kiss. “we try that position-” kiss. “we talked about last week?”

You pulled away and looked at him with a grin “can’t resist the thought of ‘juno-ing’ me, huh?”

He rolled his eyes in amusement, “Gosh, you have an obsession for that song.”

You laughed and pushed him towards the center of the bed, making him land with his arms behind him holding his weight, and sat down on his lap. “I’ll let you make me juno.”

He rolled his eyes affectionately and pulled you closer. Soon enough, all of your clothes were discarded somewhere on the floor.

You were still in his lap, your naked bodies flushed against each other, kissing passionately. His erection was thick and already leaking against your clit, making you let out a moan. Then you decided you couldn’t wait any longer.

You pulled away to take the condom beside you on the perfectly made bedsheets, the one he had in his jeans you threw off the bed earlier, and opened it with your teeth.

Your eyes were locked the whole time and he parted his lips when you ripped off the plastic envelope of the condom.

“Shit, if you keep looking at me with those eyes I’m gonna come right now.” He said, his voice slightly strangled.

You just grinned. You took his dick in your hand and gave it a few strokes, before sliding the condom on it, making him whine.

Then, you gripped his shoulders and began to sink down on him. You both parted your lips and moaned at the feeling. The stretch was so good you swore you were in heaven. You took a small pause, after weeks of no sex you had to give your body some time to adjust before bottoming out completely.

When you did, you stayed like that for a moment, your forehead pressed against his shoulder and lips parted in quiet moans.

His hand was rubbing gently on your back and allowed you to take your time, but you felt how his hips were twitching against your trembling thighs.

You slowly began to lift your hips and slam them down again, moaning each time and starting to pick up the pace. You couldn’t lie, you liked to keep a normal pace. Not too rough and not too slow. Just…gentle.

You felt how your wet insides were swallowing and squeezing him, you moaned at the feeling.

“Fuck,” you breathed out “I missed this.”

Dick took your chin in his hand, his messy hair beginning to stick to his forehead.

“Me too, you feel- fucking amazing.” He said.

You arched your back and let out a high-pitched ‘ah’ when you hit that spot. You kept going, chasing the feeling, but your thighs soon began to burn. You tried to keep up the pace but your hips eventually stuttered and you shook with a whine. Dick noticed and gently placed his hands on your waist to keep you upright.

“Baby, I can do it for you.” He offered and you nodded, “okay, but-” you paused, “can we change the position?”

He smiled at you and kissed your lips lovingly. “Sure, my love.”

He then pulled out of you and you whined at the loss, but he quickly silenced you with a kiss.

Dick made you lie on your belly, standing behind you, then he pulled you against him from your hips.

You gasped, “Dick-”

“What, babe?” He grinned, “I watched all the juno poses…”

You laughed and let him, “you see? It’s inspirational.”

“Sure it is, babe.”

He caressed your waist gently before entering you once again, making you moan. You felt him perfectly at this angle.

“Fuck, baby.” He said in awe “You take me so well.”

You hummed, biting your lips.

He quickly began to pound in you relentlessly, making you arch your back and moan loudly into the sheets.

“Fuck, Dick!” you clenched around him when he hit your cervix.

“Right there babe?” He teased and thrusted in the same spot, making you grip the sheets.

“Oh, my god!” You moaned, your body was on fire. Dick grinned and you felt him groan.

You were getting close, the familiar heat pooling in your stomach. You moaned.

“Dick, babe-” you said, and you sounded absolutely pathetic, but your couldn’t care less.

You were panting, “I’m so close-”

“I know babe, I can feel it.” he said, sliding his hand to rub at your puffy clit, making you jolt and arch at the sudden contact. “Squeezing me so tight-”

“Fuck, Dick!” You screamed, falling over the edge. You came in spasms, your body starting to shake as Dick helped you to ride it out.

You were moaning into the bedsheets, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in a fucked out state.

Your hole was clenching tightly against his cock, trying to push him out.

“Fuck-” Dick said and picked up the pace again, chasing his own high.

You whined softly at the sensitivity, but Dick followed you just seconds after, coming with your name on his tongue and spilling into the condom.

He moaned and bit your shoulder, staying buried inside you for a few moments.

“Babe?” He said, “you still with me?”

You nodded and pulled yourself up on your elbows. He pulled out softly and made you let you a whine, before kissing your shoulder again affectionately.

“You did so good, love” he said and pulled you against his chest, lying on the bed.

“Mh,” you murmured. He tilted his head while his hand was making invisibile drawings on your back. “You sure you’re okay, sweetheart?”

You scooted closer to his chest and curled up against him. He held you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You smiled tiredly, “you have to admit this was another level of training.”

Dick laughed softly, “And you lost in both, baby.”

You chuckled, closing your eyes as exhaustion began to take over. “Keep telling yourself that, darling.”

bonus scene

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Jason and Tim stood in the kitchen with a sandwich in their hands, staring at the ceiling above them.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Jason looked at his brother and took a small bite of the snack Alfred made him.

“Damn.” He said, “He’s really going at it.”

Tim nodded, “He’s hitting it.”

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Another thud was heard from upstairs, right were Dick’s bedroom aligned with the kitchen, and then-

‘Fuck, Dick!’

Jason was doubled over the kitchen counter, while Tim was fighting for his life with his hands on his belly.

Through the tears, Jason teased “Damn, that bed is gonna suffer from this!”

Tim yelled, “He’s a stallion!”

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author’s note

I’m so late to post this but I got so caught up in school essays and an argument with my best friend… anyway, the first fics are BLOWING up and I was so not expecting it!! Thank you so much to everybody, feel free to reblog and share my profile. Also, if you have any song in mind for me to write a fic about, please request it!!

love you all mwah💋

ps: this was my first time writing smut so ignore if it’s cringey.

october masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/a-secret-writer/796235343331573760/october-dc-masterlist-welcome-to-my-new

[bellmanbessa]

Korrasami Week 2024 - Day 1 - Sparring

@korrasamiweek2024

[skaiind]

Capture the Flag - or - Nothing Gets Past a Ben Hassrath

not so secret page 7 can be found here cus rules are weird here sometimes

[saintstars]

@angbangweek day 3: Competitions

[daydreaminggemini]

Getting Lucky - Part 1

Remy LeBeau (Gambit) x GN S/O

Word Count: 3,003

Warnings: Mild injuries, blood and violence.

“Time out. I’m dying.” You complained as you doubled over and put your hands on your knees, sweat dripping off your brow as you began the tedious process of slowing your breathing while trying your best not to pass out from heat exhaustion. 

Logan, the utter bastard, had decided that the group would be training outside in the yard instead of in the Danger Room like they usually did, and he was definitely on your shit-list now since it was about 83 degrees outside and you felt like you were cooking under the mid-morning sun.

Though you had the sneaking suspicion that his ‘decision’ to move them outside was mostly influenced by Scott, who had already been on the newest members of the team several times this week for their recklessness, reminding them that they should treat the a simulated environment the room provided like it was real and avoid causing excessive property damage.

So you and Gambit had been sparring outside for the last hour, and while you’d normally be embarrassed about panting like an overheated dog after a bit of hand-to-hand combat, you gave yourself a pass just this once since it was obvious that Gambit wasn’t doing much better himself.

You lifted your head when you heard him click his tongue in annoyance, completely forgetting about your discomfort as you watched Gambit lift his shirt in order to wipe the sweat off his face, a heat that had nothing to do with the weather making you feel dizzy when you were treated to an up close and personal view of his toned abdomen before he dropped his damp shirt.

You mentally sighed and turned your gaze away from Gambit’s covered stomach in favor of observing the other paired off X-Men spar –all of them looking just as miserable as you felt– as Gambit turned away, the man wandering over to where you both had dropped your water bottles in the grass.

“Who said you could take a break, runt?” Logan called out and you turned to search for him among the crowd, squinting against the sun in order to glare at the man once you spotted him. He was standing near where Jubilee and Rogue were grappling, looking annoyingly put together in his white tank top and bootcut denim jeans, his large arms crossed over his chest as he judgmentally raised a brow at you.

“Fuck off.” You yelled back while flicking him off, Rouge and Jubilee’s fighting becoming sloppy and uncoordinated when they broke out in a fit of giggles as Logan’s face fell into a disapproving scowl at your mouthy response.

“You get two minutes.” Logan growled before turning his attention back to the two girls in front of him, barking at them to fix their forms and leaving you to your own devices. You sighed and pushed to your full height, turning your attention to Kitty and Kurt –who were sparring together– while stretching out the kink in your back that had developed from being hunched over for so long as you studied their individual fighting styles just in case you got paired with them later.

But then your focus was unceremoniously shattered when something cold suddenly touched the back of your neck, the jarring temperature shock causing you to squawk in protest and slap a hand over the affected area as you whirled around to face the assailant, fully expecting to see Bobby. But instead of coming face to face with a grinning Iceman, you were met with a smirking Gambit, who was holding the offending object –your water bottle– in his hand.

“Jesus Christ, Remy!” You hissed as you snatched your bottle away from him, Gambit holding his hands up in the universal sign of surrender as you unscrewed the cap and scowled at him while taking several long swallows of cool, refreshing water.

“Don' be bringin' Jesus into dis mon cher, Gambit ain't thinkin’ of anythin' holy right now.” Gambit practically purred as he moved into your personal space and leaned in to whisper intimately into your ear, the man standing so close to you that you could feel the heat pouring off him.

“You're impossible.” You rolled your eyes and shoved at Gambit's shoulder until he backed off, chugging the rest of your water bottle before finally disengaging with a gasp when you were reminded that you had to breathe.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than pull stupid pranks?” You asked once you’d caught your breath, giving Gambit –who was no more than a few inches away from you at all times– a grateful look when he took your empty bottle and carelessly tossed it back into the grass next to his.

“Not Gambit’s fault you were eyein' up another man when you got a perfectly goo’ view right here.” He replied with a teasing grin and a slight tilt of his head as he gestured at himself. You took the unspoken invitation and slowly looked him up and down, admiring his body clad in just a white muscle shirt that was practically see through, his auburn hair mussed up in a way that reminded you of how he looked after certain fun bedroom activities.

You stopped yourself shy of letting your eyes wander any lower than his waistband and reluctantly dragged your gaze back up to his face, a shiver going down your spine when you met his heated stare, his eyes dark as he watched you all but undress him with your eyes.

"You're such a dog." You murmured, keeping your voice low so as to avoid anyone overhearing –already having gotten an earful from Ororo when she had the misfortune of being assigned to the two of you during a mission earlier that week– your smile reaching shit-eating levels as you stepped into Gambit's personal space, stopping with your faces inches apart.

"You want a treat or something?" You purred as you trailed your hand down Gambit's chest, careful to keep your touch feather-light and teasing, heat pooling in your lower half when Gambit shivered and swayed into the touch like he was under a thrall.

"Oh, mon ange," Gambit said with a slow smirk, his voice low and rough as he pinned you in place with a predatory stare. "You keep teasing like dat, you, Gambit might just take his treat without askin' nice." You inhaled sharply when he caught your hand in his grasp, though he had the forethought to keep his grip loose so that his touch wasn’t demanding or rough since he knew you didn’t like being restrained.

Then, with that infuriating, charming grin, he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles, never once breaking eye contact with you.

"Or maybe," He murmured, his soft lips brushing against your skin in a ticklish sensation as he spoke. "You'd rather Gambit earn it?"

You allowed him to linger for another few seconds before flipping your hand around in his lax grip in order to cup his cheek, Gambit’s lashes fluttering as he pressed into the contact like a touch-starved cat. You forgot all about the fact that you were surrounded by other people in a very public place as he nuzzled into your palm, all your attention tunneled in on his half-lidded gaze as you brushed your thumb across his mouth, watching with rapt attention as Gambit pressed a light kiss to the pad before parting his lips and lick across the tip of your thumb.

“What d'you say, cher?” Gambit asked with a knowing glint in his gorgeous eyes as your spit-slick thumb traced over his bottom lip. “Another round? Winner gets whatever dey want." He suggested with a smug smirk, the challenge in his voice unmistakable as he predictably tried to goad you into taking the bet.

“You wanting to gamble then, Cajun? Feel like you’ll get lucky?” You chuckled at the double entendre as you pulled your hand away, feeling equal parts aroused and amused when Gambit blindly chased the contact before coming back to himself with a slight frown, pouting at you like a petulant child at being denied.

You took several steps back in order to put space between the two of you and closed your eyes, turning your face toward the sun as you rolled your neck and shook out the tension in your shoulders, giving Gambit a moment to collect himself as you bounced from side to side on your toes, warming up your footwork in preparation to beat Gambit’s ass.

“Alright. Deal. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants –within reason– for 24 hours. You in, doll?” You suggested, offering out your hand in order to shake on it and make the bet official, and Gambit gave you a wicked grin as he prowled over to you and took your hand, giving it a firm shake in order to seal the deal. 

Though, when you attempted to take your hand back, he didn’t immediately let go, and the only warning you got that he was planning something was the playful smile on his face before he used his grip on your hand to drag you closer and whisper against your ear, his warm breath fanning across your skin making you shiver.

“Oh, mon cœur, you just signed up for a world of trouble.” He said teasingly, the man lightly nipping at your earlobe before finally releasing you and sauntering back over to his starting position. "Hope you're ready to loose, cher. Because, oh, do Gambit got plans for you.” Gambit mused seductively, looking like pure sin as he slowly began circling you.

“I'm gonna enjoy knocking you down a few pegs.” You said casually –confidence dripping from every word like the outcome of the fight had already been decided before it had even begun– and you stared at Gambit like a starving dog might look at a juicy piece of meat, licking your lips as you shamelessly imagined all the ways you could make him beg. 

You adjusted your stance, effortlessly shifting your weight into a fighter’s crouch as you carefully watched Gambit’s every move, looking for an opening, and it wasn’t long before your patience bore fruit. Gambit’s eyes momentarily flitted down to your mouth when your tongue peeked out and you shot forward, feigning left to throw Gambit off before darting right at the last second, landing a solid jab at Gambit’s kidney before dancing out of reach.

“Dat move was filthy, ma moitié.” Gambit grunted as he pressed a hand over his aching side, flashing you a smile that showed far too many teeth to be anything other than threatening, and you just laughed before rushing him a second time. 

You brought your arms up to guard your face when Gambit swung, your forearms taking the worst of the damage before your hand shot out to grab onto the wrist of his dominant hand, twisting it up behind him in a complex maneuver. Once you had him where you wanted him, you wrapped your forearm around his throat and pulled him backward until your front was pressed flush against Gambit's warm back, your voice saccharine sweet as you pressed your lips against Gambit's ear in a mimicry of what the man had done to you earlier.

“It's almost like you want to lose.” You chuckled as you mercilessly hiked his hand up high between his shoulder blades to keep him off balance, brushing your nose up his neck when he tilted his head back with a groan, baring his throat with a strangled laugh.

"Oh cher, Gambit ain't ever gonna admit to wantin' to lose," He gasped, his lean body flexing in your grip before he rolled his hips back against yours under the guise of trying to get free, your hold on him involuntarily tightening as he arched his back. “But maybe he can be convinced.”

"Stop that, you fucking cheater." You forced out through grit teeth, releasing your hold on his arm in order to swat scoldingly at his hip, and Gambit’s eyes glinted in triumph as he took the opportunity to slip away from you. He grabbed your arm and wrenched it away from his neck while simultaneously throwing a vicious jab back at you with his elbow, catching you in the mouth.

You let him go and staggered a few feet away in order to gain some much needed distance,  your face twisting up into a grimace as the distinct, coppery taste of blood flooded your mouth. You bent over, spitting a glob of red-tinted saliva onto the ground and cursing under your breath as you tentatively pressed your fingers against your throbbing cheek, your tongue gently prodding at the tear inside of your mouth in an attempt to gauge how bad it was.

“You alright, cher? You're bleedin’…” Gambit asked hesitantly, his concern and guilt at drawing blood during what was supposed to be a friendly competition practically written all over his face, but you were too angry to care. You lifted your gaze from the blood-splattered grass in order to level a remorseful Gambit with a dark look that promised pain.

You rose to your full height and stalked toward him, Gambit’s eyes widening in alarm as he took notice of the fury practically radiating off you in waves and froze like a frightened deer. Unfortunately for him, his indecision was his undoing, delaying his reaction time and allowing you to get in close enough to grab fistfuls of Gambit’s damp shirt before winding your head back and slamming your forehead into his.

Gambit stumbled backward with an animal noise of pain, the man shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear the brain fog that came with getting his bell rung, but you didn’t give him any time to recover this time as you dropped into a crouch before wrapping your arms around Gambit's waist and throwing you both down to the ground in a brutal tackle. 

Gambit let out a startled gasp at the rough treatment before the wind was knocked out of him, and the fight devolved into the two of you grappling like feral dogs from there, tearing up grass and chunks of dirt alike as you both fought to stay on top.

“Hold still, asshole.” You growled as you got the upper hand and rolled him over onto his stomach, straddling his lower back to keep him from bucking you off as you yanked his shirt up over his head –leaving him bare chested– so that you could wrap the fabric around his wrists in makeshift bindings, incapacitating his arms and leaving him defenseless unless he wanted to break the rules and use his powers to blow his muscle shirt to pieces.

"I won. Say it.” You snarled as you leaned down over Gambit’s back, using your body weight to further pin him down, refusing to move no matter how much Gambit squirmed and cursed.

“You're gonna have to make me.” Gambit wheezed in a frankly unsexy manner as he turned his head so he could glare daggers up at you in blatant defiance. “And dat's gonna take a hell of a lot more den pinning me down, cher.” He added stubbornly and you huffed in exasperation, pushing yourself upright so you were sitting on his lower back before scanning the yard until you found Logan, who was instructing Morph on how to properly block.

"For fucks sake, Remy. You’re such a sore loser." You sighed with an exasperated eye roll before calling out to Logan. "Logan! Call it! He's pinned so I won, yeah?" You asked eagerly, repressing the urge to grin when the man’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as he took in the way you had restrained Gambit, who was busy muttering under his breath in frustration as he began struggling anew.

Then Logan’s face broke out into an amused grin at Gambit’s expense, a low, rumbling chuckle rolling across the yard as he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head at your antics, regarding you like a proud dad. “Oh yeah, he ain’t goin’ anywhere, runt,” He called out with a dismissive wave. “You won.”

You let Gambit stew in his loss for another minute before dutifully helping him untangle his hands from his grass stained shirt and pulling Gambit back to his feet, reveling in the bright, embarrassed flush dusting Gambit’s cheeks as he aggressively brushed blades of grass and dirt off his chest.

"Espèce d'enfoiré ! Garde ton arbitrage de merde et fous-le-toi là où je pense!” Gambit hissed like a pissed off cat, going limp in defeat as he turned his head to sneer at Logan, who returned the Cajun’s furious expression with a mocking smile. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it, you drama queen?” You said with a faint grin –trying to cheer him up a bit– before you licked your thumb and brushed it over Gambit’s chin, wiping the thin layer of dirt coating his skin off in a silent apology for how rough you got with him in your anger, and your heart melted when some of the tension eased from Gambit’s shoulders and he leaned more heavily against you.

“Désolé.” He muttered quietly and you looked at him in confusion until he reached up to carefully cup your swollen cheek, the man frowning as he swiped a thumb over the tender skin, his eyes sad as he stared at you like he would take your pain onto himself in a heartbeat if he could despite his own injuries. You reached up and grabbed his hand, gently drawing it away from your face and interlacing your fingers together before pressing a reassuring kiss to his knuckles.

Gambit visibly softened at your easy affection, his eyes turning warm and loving as he ducked down and pressed a kiss to your temple, and suddenly the bruises and scrapes you’d gained during your intense sparring session weren’t so unbearable.

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Translation: "You, son of a bitch! Take your shitty arbitration and shove it up your ass!"

[hairoartist]

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