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holy fuck what do you mean-

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This has been a PSA.

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so many drafts, send me a character and if i have them i'll work on that fic tomorrow (today??)

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cher and i traded brain worms (i've only been writing x Masc!Reader)

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thinking about playing russian roulette with james.

MDNI. smut. death but yk it’s a ghost so… gun play. handjob (james receiving). horrible grammar. drabble. gn!reader.

you’ve got your favorite gun in his mouth and your hand in his pants. and he’s whining around the barrel that’s lodged so deep in his mouth that it has him choking.

your finger rests on the trigger, applying enough pressure for another empty click. james moans, eyes fluttering shut as he bucks into your hand.

and you’re so mean with it too. mocking taunts spilling from sinful lips that have him firmly planting his feet and bucking into your grasp. egging him on while your finger never leaves the trigger. he gets off on it in ways you’ll never understand.

another empty click. it’s getting close to the end now. he salivates for it like a dog eyeing a fine piece of steak. worships the barrel of the gun like a sinner repenting, drool leaking down his chin.

click. another moan.

and james doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his life. he’s so close, that violent, blinding edge is so near he can taste it in the metal of the barrel.

so you shove the gun deeper into his mouth, just to hear him gag on it, and his eyes roll back.

the shot finally rings out. james can barely whimper before he cumming harder than he ever has in his life, bullet exiting the back of his skull.

you hold his limp, unresponsive form in your arms, more than pleased with the mess you’ve made of him. he’ll come back to himself in a few moments. after all, you can’t kill a ghost.

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I SAID WHAT I SAID

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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

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10 more followers till 100 !!

we might have something in store for this :3

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Bonne Fête | Pt. 2 | Gambit x Reader

Summery: Post birthday morning cuddles, you and Remy (mostly Remy) decide that today is more than an excuse to have fun.

Themes: Established Relationship, Mostly Smut, Some Fluff, Clingy Remy AGAIN, Aftercare, Compliments during Sex, Multiple Orgasms (Reader), Reader gets annoyed (just a little), Slight breeding, Soft Dom!Remy, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!).

Word Count: 1.25k

SMUT, MINORS DNI, NSFW 18+

Remy's nose is buried into your neck, his breath tickling you as he smiles into your skin. "J't'aime avec t'coeur." He whispers repeatedly, kissing your nape. You gasp, tensing the first few times before relaxing, his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer.

"Remy, darling..." You murmur, hand over one of his.

"What, cher? Don't I get a little somet'ing special? Ya know, fa' my birthday, baby?" He smirks as he speaks deliberately against your pulse point.

You groan, laughing softly as you push back against him, his muscles engulfing you. He nips slowly up your next before whispering in your ear sweet nothings as he grinds against you. "So sweet for me, ain'tcha?"

"Mm..." You hum, agreeing as chills run down your body. He hums too, his tongue soothing over the bite marks he leaves in his wake. A groan escapes both of you as his rock hard cock slots between your ass cheeks, a small whimper escaping you, "Remy-"

"Ssh, shh, you're okay," He whispers, turning your head and capturing your lips. He licks your bottom lip, making you open up immediately, no words needed. He claims every inch of your mouth over and over again, his tongue tangling with yours before he pulls away, panting, "Such a good lil t'ing fa me huh?"

"S-shut up-" You growl, turning around you face him and pushing him onto his back.

"Woah, hah, so worked up, huh?" He groans, watching you crawl on top of him. "So sexy up there, baby." He whispers, pulling you down to kiss again. You pull back immediately, laughing as you straddle his hips.

"Who said you're in charge, Remy?" You say, hands cupping his face before running them in his auburn hair. He chuckles softly, a gentle growl escaping his throat.

"You gonna spoil yer man for his birthday?" He says, watching you intently.

"Maybe I'm just gonna spoil myself," You murmur, scooting lower and sitting on your knees between his legs. His eyes widen, already knowing what you're gonna do.

"Mm, you know, I won't mind doing the same fa you, mon amour."

Before you know it, both of your mouths are working overtime for the other, making groans and whines around and against each other. His cock twitches in your mouth as you pump is slowly, licking around the head just how he licks it. Precum beads against your tongue and you pull back as you suckle more out of his slit. "Fuck- yeah..." You say before diving back in, bobbing your head.

Hearing your moans and pleasure filled groans, Remy doubles his efforts, trying to make you climax before you make him. Your hands shake as you pump him faster, feeling his tongue against you as he moves his head slightly, lips leaving you before licking around your entrance. Your legs snap together, trapping his head between them, but he doesn't seem to care, pushing in and fucking you slowly with his tongue.

Your head leaves his length, falling to the side as the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle, unable to multitask like you thought you could. You moan out Remy's name, eyes fluttering closed as you feel a coil in your stomach about to snap. "Fuck, Remy, ah..."

"Put those pretty lips back on me before I deny you an orgasm." He says, his lips barely touching your hole.

"No, please-" You beg, your lips against the side of his shaft, playing with his balls, "Please... please, baby." You say, lips wrapped around him again.

"Good baby, that's so good." He murmurs before licking along you again, quickly before focusing on your hole again. His tongue slips in and out of you, making you moan against his length.

"Please, please..." You repeat, tittering on the edge of bliss as he pulls away again, teasing you slowly, before his hand snakes from you hip to pushing in, hitting your sweet spot. "Ah! Please, yes-"

You can barely say anything before his mouth wraps around you and drinks down your release without second thought, like it's his last meal. your body trembles as you crash, hand lazily wrapped around his length but unmoving.

He pulls away from you, flipping you onto your back before dragging you on top of him. He kisses you slowly at first before shoving his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste your own release. It wouldn't be the first time this happens, but each time it does it makes you groan.

He pulls back, eyes half lidded and staring at you as you lay on his chest. "So good fa' me... fuck, gonna fuck you so good." He chuckles,spreading your legs. "You gon let me do it raw? It's ma special day, after all..." He growls into your ear.

You nod, biting your lip as he pushes his cock head against your already used hole. "Y-yeah... please... w-wanna feel you, all of you, inside." You murmur against his neck, whining as you try to push him in yourself.

"Nuh uh, gonna take dis as slow as I wan' darlin'." He murmurs against your lips before taking your bottom one into his mouth, biting down because sucking to sooth the slight pain. You gasp and whimper, making him do it again.

"Remy-"

"Nuh uh, quiet till I tell ya." He murmurs against your lips, pushing just the tip inside you, making your eyes open wide before rolling back. "Good, good. Take it like the good lil' t'ing you are." He whispers, pushing deeper, cock already lubed with your spit from earlier.

He sheathes himself in you, his balls heavy as he groans, feeling you wrapped tightly around his girthy length. As you moan softly, his hips bucking, he grunts. "Good, good, cher... Dat's right, tell me how good it feels."

"S-so good, fuck- fuck me-" You beg, bouncing slightly to stir him up.

"I am, baby, I"m fucking you. Agh, fuck you're so tight." Remy groans, head falling back slightly as he thrusts up. "Love dis hole. So good, baby-" He pants out, voice getting hoarse. He bites his lip as he speeds up, chancing the both of your highs.

"Remy, ah... Remy..." You moan, hands pawing his chest as you try to keep yourself up. You bounce with his thrusts, making both you groan and moan, a slight whine getting trapped in his throat. "Fuck, so good-"

It's not long before the both of you finish, his thick seed filling you as your own release covers the both of you. You're finally able to fall against him, chest against chest while he's still deep inside you, cock twitching with aftershocks.

You feel his abs contract against your stomach, his arms wrapping around you immediately, holding you like he never wants to let go; and he doesn't. He's lost in the moment, and so are you, his face buried into your neck as he places smooches on it, marking you further, pulling your skin into his mouth.

After he's thoroughly claimed and marked you, he pulls out of you,laying you down next to him. "You okay, cher? Feeling good?" His voice is barely a whisper, nothing but care and love in his voice.

You nod, humming softly as you open your eyes, staring at his face as he smiles back at you. "Yeah..."

"Dat's good, baby. I know how to make ya feel good, huh? An' vise versa." He grins, planting another kiss to you cheek.

"Mhm... happy birthday..." You whisper before he pulls you against him. You're current that you won't be getting out of bed until someone come banging on the door of your shared room, demanding it's time for him to blow out candles and have cake or something.

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Jazz 'n Beignets | Gambit x Reader

Summery: Remy decided there's no better place to bring his love on Valentine's Day than his ol' stomping grounds. The jazz, the food, everything about it speaks that good old fashioned love to him.

Themes: Already Established Relationship, Fluff, light Angst (sorry not sorry), Food, Kissing, Lovey Dovey Gambit, New Orleans written by a Louisianian, Remy written by a Louisianian.

Word Count: 1.1k

"Non, non cher, come on." He murmurs against your skin, pulling you from the bathroom as you stared at yourself in the mirror. "Y're already magnifique, mon amour. No need ta spruce yaself up no mo'."

"But, Rem," You start, but are cut off by his lips pressing against yours. The man can't keep his mouth off of his lover. He turns you around, holding you close.

"Don't care, cher. Y're perfect just da way ya are." He murmurs against your lips, "Now let's get goin before they run out of beignets."

"Are they gonna be as good as yours?"

"Better, if you lemme find da right place." He smirks, pulling you out the motel room, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Or two, or four, as you walk down the metal stairs to his car.

You can't help but be absolutely infatuated with how much he loves you, never taking his eyes off you, always having his lips pressed against any part of you they can reach. It's not just out of love, but pure dedication. He doesn't understand what he did to have you love him, just a rough around the edges Cajun Rogue that didn't get up to no good before he joined the X-Men.

He opens your door, pressing a kiss to your temple before making sure you're buckling up and closing the door. He makes it around to the driver side in no more than five steps, quick to hop in and start the car.

The radio blasts with some local classic rock station, and Remy smiles wide as he looks over at you. You groan slightly as you realize what song is playing.

"I wanna know what love is-" is all that Rem out before you punch his arm, "Ow, ow, alright, no need for violence, cher."

You laugh shaking your head and rubbing your hand slightly, his muscles are solid and hard, shooting a slight pain up your arm. "Whatever, let's go before you decide to become a start a cover band."

"Naw, ya don't like my singin'? Not what you said a few nights ago, mon amour." He purrs, pulling out of the parking lot. Your cheeks heat up at the memory of you both drunkenly singing karaoke on the drive down to Louisiana.

"You know you can't trust the opinions of someone under he influence, Remy."

"Non, but dey say 'Drunk words are sober thoughts, yah?"

You grumble, knowing he's right. You do like his singing, but not when your stomach was eating itself alive. Leaning against the car window, you stare out at the sidewalks of New Orleans. Finally, Gambit pulls over and cuts the engine, getting out and opening your door. "Cafe Beignet, mon amour." He says, pulling you as close as humanly possible.

"Cheesy." You murmur against his lips.

"Ya, almost like giving a handsome devil like moi da last name dat means handsome... oh wait." He smirks. chuckling softly before chauffeuring you inside.

You enter, the sound of live jazz fills the room around you, making you grin from ear to ear. You get a basket of beignets and sit across from Gambit as he sips on his black coffee. "We can get mo' if you like em too much, cher."

You look at him, eyes wide as he stares at you shoving the last bite into your mouth, other hand already reaching out for another. You swallow, a tint of blush on your cheeks that spills to the tips of your ears. "Well, uh... maybe..." Your mumble before taking a bite of your next beignet.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he sips his coffee. You both sit, taking in the atmosphere of jazz and the electric tension between you both, staring into each other's eyes. You're still not used to just how much you love him, and have. Especially not how much he loves you.

You didn't do anything to deserve a caring, handsome man like him. He's almost too caring, almost worshiping your every step. It's nice, but some days it's a little too much.

You're ripped from your thoughts as you feel his fingers interlock with yours, thumb rubbing the side of your palm. "Cher?"

"Mhm?" You prompt, looking back at him, not even realizing your head had slowly turned down as you got lost in thought.

"Ya good, sugar?" He asks, voice dripping with concern and admiration. "You seemed a lil in ya head. Whatcha t'inkin', mon amour?"

"Ah, nothing. Just... you." You laugh softly, bringing his hand up to your lips and pressing a kiss to it, mirroring his earlier action. You feel him slightly tense as your lips press against his rough, scarred and calloused hands. He quickly relaxes, letting out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding.

He pushes the basket of beignets to the side as well as both of your cups and looks at you head on. "You thinking bout how much ya love me, cher?" He smirks knowingly, "Or the other way 'round?"

You blush again, shaking your head. "Shut up." You mumble, pressing another kiss to his knuckles before pulling your hand away to grab your drink. You take a long sip, looking at him as you do. His never wavering smirk stays plastered on his face, watching you with the same admiration and love as always.

Your attention is drawn to the Jazz band as the music stops and they start packing up. You clear your throat, looking down at the basket of beignets and your drinks. Remy notices, too, and sighs. "T'ink dat's our queue to get going, chouchou."

"Mhm." You say, taking another beignet to your lips before getting up. You eat the small pastry and chug the rest of your drink. Remy throws a twenty on the table before wrapping his arms around you and swaying you slightly, placing his head on top of yours.

"Ya know..." He murmurs to starts, trailing off before anymore words leave his mouth. He shakes his head, pulling you out the cafe and onto the street.

"You can't just do that, you know?" You say, brows knitted together in annoyance.

"What? Oh, uh... I was gonna say I love you." He laughs, opening your door.

"I love you too, asshole." You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek and getting into the car.

You don't even realize it before you're already there, but he brings you to the french quarter, and walks you around, stopping in front of some of the musicians and letting you listen.

"You like da jazz, cher?" He whispers, "I got us a reservation to a nice little restaurant tonight, right next to the band."

"What?!" You ask, eyes widening as you look at him.

"Ya, it's the least I could do for mon amour, cher."

You kiss him, for what feels like the millionth time today. The both of your lips are smiling as he deepens the kiss, holding you close enough that you can feel each other's heart beats. They beat in time with each other, like your were made for each other.

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Ya miss me? | Gambit x Reader NSFW

Summery: Gambit comes back from a mission and you missed him a little too much.

Themes: SMUT, PURE SMUT, Aftercare, Condoms (wrap it before ya tap it y'all), Cum Play, Dirty Talk, Grinding, Humping, Multiple Rounds, Needy!Reader, Oral, Semi-Injured!Remy (mentioned like twice). Lemme know if we missed anything.

Word Count: ~2.5k

SMUT WARNING. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

You look up from your phone as Remy stumbles into your shared room, his red-on-black eyes darting to watch you get up with the bed. Before he can even make a snarky, loving comment towards your excitement, you crash into him, your arms wrapped around his torso and your lips against his own. There's nothing more you've wanted since he left than this moment, seeing him again.

You notice the slight wheeze as you meet him, pulling out of the kiss and looking over him. His face is scratched up and his lips chapped with dried blood. He sees the worry in your eyes, "Cher, I'm fine, really."

"Are you sure?" You say, looking up at him as your hand paws at his chest, the cold metal of his body armor sending a chill down your body.

"Better now that I'm with you." He says with a smirk before leaning down to kiss you again. This time, you notice the iron taste of the dried blood on his lips, the way his breath shakes slightly as he gets closer to you. He's clearly not fine, but he obviously wants you as much as you want him.

You stumble back to the bed, his broad torso above you as he pressed his growing erection to your thigh, smiling into the kiss as he hears your whimpers as he grinds against you. "Ya miss me?"

"More than anything." You pant between breaths, fumbling to take his coat off.

"That's good, cher. Means ya really love me, yah?" He smiles, kissing down your neck as he helps with his coat. His hands cup your faces, stroking your cheek with his leather gloves. He listens to your whines and whimpers until your hands grip his auburn hair. "Feisty lil t'ang, ain't cha?"

You grin, nodding as he pulls back looking down at you. "Lay on the bed, Rem. Lemme take care of you." You mumble, staring into his ruby eyes. He raises an eyebrow before obliging. You watch as he goes to snap off his body armor, reaching out to stop him. "Nuh uh. Not yet."

You smile, straddling his middle and grinding yourself against the metal abs. You moan out at the friction, whining as your thighs squeeze around him tighter. Remy watches with wide eyes, mouth agape as he watches you work yourself along the faux, metal abs of the armor around his core.

"You been wantin' ta do dat a long time, huh?" He chuckles, his hands resting on your hips. You can't speak, too focused on grinding your hips along the ab like bumps in his armor, panting softly. "Mm, I betcha dreamed of it, yah?"

"S-shut up..." You whine out as his hands guide you quicker along his abdomen. He laughs softly, his smirk never faltering as he watches you. "Ah, Remy..."

"Ya close, cher? Getting off just like dat, huh? Such a good lil t'ang ya are." He laughs soft, grabbing your chin to make you look down at him. "Yer not allowed to cum just yet, mon amour. Not till yer riding my cock."

"W-who said I was about to cum?" You snap back snarkily, but he doesn't even have to tell you. The way you leaned down towards him, moaning his name shakily. You were on the verge of orgasm but he stole that high from you, pushing you off his body armor and quickly taking it off while you sit perfectly in his lap.

"You gon be good for me?" He ask, voice husky as he pulls you down, his scruffy stubble against your cheek as he whispers, "You gon ride my big cock, yah? You gonna take good care of ya Gambit?"

You nod, whimper softly as he whispers in your ear, breath hot against the shell, sending shivers down your spine and heating up the coil in your stomach. "Y-yes, sir."

"Good, good... dat's it." He coos, his hands traveling down your body before resting on your hips again, gripping your loose, lounge pants, "Lift up fa me, sweetie." He commands, voice gentle yet dominate.

You listen, of course, not having any other choice, melting at just the thought of having him inside you. He slips off your pants, smirking as he sees the obvious display of your arousal. "Mm, you really wan' me dat bad, baby?"

You nod as he fully undresses you, running your throbbing hole over his massive bulge in his pants. "Yer gon' be good and take it all, or else I ain't givin' it ta ya." He growls, making sure you know even if you're on top of him, he's still in control. Even if you said you're going to take care of him, he can command and break you whenever he wants.

Before you know it, he has his cock against your stomach, slowly rolling a condom down it. You watch, eyes locked as his fingers move down his shaft. He chuckles, making you look up at his face. "You always enjoy dat part, huh? Watching me stroke my cock..."

His voice sends shivers down your body. You nod, quickly positioning yourself on the tip of his cock, looking down for permission. He smiles, his hands on your hips lowering you, "Go ahead, cher. Ride me. Take care of me like you said you would, darlin'."

You whine softly as you stretch around his cock, slowly pushing more of it into your hole. You moan out, head falling back as he bucks up into you, forcing more of himself into your tight, hungry entrance. "Fuck, Remy, fuck..." You whimper, realizing that you really missed the feeling of him inside you.

"Mmhmm, been too long since ya had dis, huh? Yer so tight 'round my dick, grippin' it like a vice." He laughs, thrusting up into you, slamming the rest of his length into your tight hole. He chuckles as you whine, groaning softly as you fall forward, your hands landing on his chest. "You gon' bounce and ride my dick or just sit on it?"

"Sh-shut up, I-I needa... mm.. get used to it again." You mumble, your mouth filling with saliva. Swallowing hard, you move up, his cock dragging out of you before you plop back onto his lap, pushing it deeper into you than before. This causes Gambit to moan out, a grunt to try and keep quiet.

"Dat's it, baby, work my cock." He whispers, his accent becoming more prominent as you bounce on his length. Your moans mingle with his, the soft pants as you ride him, his thick dick dragging in and out of your tight, convulsing hole. "Soo good fa me. Such a good lil t'ang for me, yah? Good, good..."

His voice sends you over the edge as you cum, you hole clenching his length as you continue to ride him through your orgasm. "That's right, cher, that's it, baby." He whispers as he pumps into you, not letting you rest, driving for his own release.

"P-please, ah... Remy..." You pant out, whining as he bucks his cock further into you, holding you by your hips to help driving him in more.

"Almost dere, sweetie. Gonna cum real soon, den we can take as long a break ya need, cher." He grunts, huffing as he thrusts deeper into you, his length throbbing. His breathing picks up and you can tell he's close as he rams into you harder. He curses under his breath, groaning as he unloads himself into the condom.

As you fall forward on his chest, he strokes your hair, chuckling softly. He pulls out, taking off the condom and tying it off before tossing it towards the bathroom. "You okay, cher?"

"Mhm..." You hum, fucked out of your mind as you hug his torso tightly. You nuzzle against his neck, softly nipping at his exposed skin.

"Use ya words, baby." He coos, biting his lip as he tilts your chin to look up at him.

"Yeah... I'm good." You mumble, closing your eyes and pressing your ear to his chest, his heartbeat racing underneath. His laughing rumbles through his chest as he strokes your back, kneading into your skin soothingly.

"You need anything, darlin'? Water?" He whispers softly.

"Uhuh... maybe..." You whisper back. He turns over onto his side, gently laying you on your back and getting up. He walks over to the bathroom, picking up the discarded condom from earlier as he goes. He comes back a few minutes later with a small cup of water and kneels by the bed, helping you sit up.

"Here, cher. Drinky drinky, mon amour." He laughs softly, bringing the cup to your lips. As you gulp down the water, he caressing your cheek, staring at you with pure love.

"You're so pretty, baby..." You whisper, looking at him with a wide, cock drunk smile. He laughs softly, pressing a kiss against your lips.

"I'm da pretty one, huh? I thought that was you. You're the prettiest lil t'ang I've ever seen." He murmurs against your skin, nuzzling against your face as he crawls onto the bed, the cup sitting on the bedside table.

"Nuh, you are..." You mumble, giggling as his muscular arms wrap around your smaller body, a stark reminder of your size difference. "I love you."

"I love ya, too, mon amour. Je t'aime aussi, tellement." He says, whispering softly into your ear, his nose nuzzling into your hair. Whenever he speaks french, your knees get weak, and he knows.

He chuckles, his calloused hands rubbing up and down your body as you shiver, continuing to whisper soft nothings into your ear. His words get softer as his face slowly gets lower, turning into gentle kisses. They start slow and gentle but get hungrier and sloppier the lower he gets. You moan out, your back arching off the bed as you whimper.

"Need me again already?" He chuckles, his fingers running up and down your thigh. You nod, panting softly and you feel your core start to ache. "Mm, lemme get another condom and you can have me."

"N-no, wait-" You mutter out, your hands on his chest. "C-can I... suck you off? Please?" You ask, eyes wide and pleading as you watch his reaction closely.

His red-on-black eyes widen as his smirks. "Yeah, baby, of course." He chuckles, getting off of you and laying on his back. You quickly get on your hands and knees and position yourself between his muscular legs, hands wrapping around his dick and pumping slowly as you situate yourself. His head falls back against the pillows, eyes rolling and mouth agape as you work his length. "Fuck..."

You smile as he curses, licking your lips as you watch his face contort in pleasure. You slowly run your tongue up and down his shaft, a rough breath escaping his throat. "Fuck yeah, ah... forgot how good your tongue felt on dis dick..."

You giggle slightly as he praises you, kissing his tip before taking it in your mouth slowly. He hisses, his chest falling as he moans out. Your hand travels under his tight black shirt as your other plays with his balls. "So good, baby, such a pretty lil t'ang with my cock in your mouth." He groans, breathing heavier as he watches your head bob up and down.

Pushing more of his cock into your mouth, his moans get more frequent, your tongue working around his thick length, your hand pumping whatever you can't fit in while the other continues to juggle his balls. "Yah, keep going, oh... That's right, suck dis fat dick like the good lil bitch you are." He hisses out, his cock twitching in your mouth as precum coats your tongue.

You meet his eyes, your brows furrowing as he degrades and praises you at the same time. You push more of his cock into your mouth, your throat convulsing around the head and pushing him over the edge. He grabs you by your hair and yanks your head up and down his length, causing your eyes to roll back as you lose control of what you were so confident in.

You gag as he pushes all of himself down your throat, pulling you back and pushing it right back in. This repeats this a few times before he starts cumming. Most of it goes straight down your throat, till he pulls out and paints your face with the last few spurts of his thick, white cream.

"Lookin' so pretty now, huh? Covered in my cum." He chuckles, fist still gripping your hair. You manage a small smile, tears streaming down your face without you even realizing it. "Lemme clean this up..." He coos, licking his lips as he smears it around.

"Remy- Rem, stop that," you laugh softly, shaking your head.

"Nuh uh, I'm doing so well." He laughs, pulling you onto him. He presses his lips against yours, licking a small bit of his release from your lips before snaking his tongue into your mouth.

He moans into the kiss as he deepens it, wrapping his arms around your waist, hands possessively squeezing your ass. He chuckles as you squirm, his grip on your bottom getting rougher. "R-Remy, stop-"

"Make me." He growls into your ear, his hands squeezing and kneading into your skin rougher, one traveling up and the other traveling down.

You groan, whimpering slightly before overpowering him enough to sit up. You bite your lip as you look down at him, a small smirk coming to your face. You straddle his chest, taking some of the smeared jizz off your face and sticking your fingers in his mouth. His eyes widen for a moment before he laughs around your fingers, happily licking them clean. "Oh, cher, you're gonna have to think of something else d'an that."

"You're a freak, you know that?"

"Mhm..." He hums, pulling your fingers out of his mouth before taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. The soft, romantic gesture makes you blush, despite the both of you being naked and the position you're in on top of his chest. "Ya love it though, darlin'."

"Course I do. What's not to love?" You laugh softly, grabbing a tissue from the side table and wiping your face before the sticky whiteness on your face dries. "You're still an asshole for doing that."

"Oh? Am I, cher? Or are ya just mad it wasn't yer idea? Hmm?"

"Shut up." You say with no bite to it, reaching over and grabbing another condom, putting the wrapper between your teeth and looking down at him. His eyes light up slightly as he grins, taking the wrapper and ripping it open.

"We ain't stopping for a while, huh?"

"Nope."

"You really missed me, huh?"

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Bonne Fête | Gambit x Reader

Summery: It's Remy's birthday, which means as his partner, you have to make it special. Though, that Cajun is hard to work around.

Themes: [Finished this at 1AM the day it's being posted on our phone, will do better when we wake up] Established Relationship, Fluff, Lovey Dovey, Remy Shenanigans, Cuddling, Kisses, Reader Cooking for Remy, Remy being a brat, Remy being madly in love, Storm Cameo (Ororo my beloved).

Word Count: Over 1k for sure

pt. 2 ;)

June 16th. That's Remy's birthday. You wanted to wake him up with breakfast in bed, but that Cajun is an early riser and stubborn as a mule.

He stairs as you leave the bed, grabbing your wrist quickly "Mon amour..." He murmurs, voice gravelly from sleep. "Too early fa you ta even be awake, cher."

You laugh, leaning down and kissing his forehead, cupping his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere far, Rem." You reassure him.

"Then I'm coming with you." He says, opening his red-on-black eyes.

"No, no, it'll ruin your birthday surprise-" You say, quickly cutting yourself off. A wide grin spreads on his face as he raises an eyebrow. "Stay in bed. Please?" You begged.

"What's da point if you not in it, cher?" He mumbled back, reaching out and grabbing your wrist, pulling you back down onto the bed, planting a whole litter of kisses to your cheek, his stubble tickling you.

"Remy Etienne Lebeau-" is all you can muster out before his lips touch yours, claiming them softly.

"You ain't my momma, cher... don't talk to me like dat." He growls out playfully, hands holding you on top of him, slowly creeping down until he squeezes your behind.

"Remy!" You yelp out, pushing your hands against his chest and sitting up.

"Ah, come on cher..." He whispers, pulling you make down. "Just a little longer?"

Remy looks up at you, his red-on-black eyes sparkling in the little sunlight that comes through the window. Your chest fills with warmth as you see his lazy smile, as it does ever time. You roll your eyes before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Fine. Five more minutes, you brat."

"Now you really starting to sound like my momma."

"Shut the fuck up."

And as promised, it was only five more minutes. You flip back onto your side of the bed, a peck to Remy's forehead, then his cheek, and then his lips (though, it was really his fault). You quickly escape your shared bedroom with him before he can manage to drag you back in with his charm.

You quickly made your way downstairs, darting into the kitchen with eyes already searching for what you need. Some other members of the team are awake, raising eyebrows at you as you zoom in and start opening cabinets.

You scoot behind Ororo as she stands against the stove, "Oh, you might wanna move-" You murmur, and she listens, picking up her coffee cup with a walking onto the other side of the island countertop.

"What's the rush?" She asks coolly.

"Gotta make Remy breakfast before he decides he hasn't seen me in too long." You mumble, grabbing eggs and sausage (that you obviously pre-defrosted) from the fridge. You had prepared for this, you have to when you're dating someone who loves you as much as Remy loves you.

He's addicted to being loved. He's addicted to being loved by you, especially. Morning cuddles, kisses and hand holding whenever he can, holding you from behind and swaying you around like the wind does trees. It's reciprocated, obviously. No one would make a man as annoying as Gambit breakfast in bed on his birthday if they didn't love him to the moon and back.

Your eyes widen in horror as you pick up the Cajun seasoning, finding it empty. The container falls from your hand, hitting the counter. It's about to roll off because Ororo pushes it back with a small gust of wind.

"I see you have encountered an issue," She smiles, opening the cabinet more and reaching into the very back, "worry not." You smile wide as she pulls out a new one, handing it to you.

"How did you- you know what- never mind." You stammer before quickly getting back to work.

You finally finish a classic Cajun Breakfast skillet, scooping yourself and Remy some into bowls and bringing it up. You creep back into your shared room, seeing him laying on your side, stomach down and nose planted deep into your pillow.

"Remy." You laugh softly, making him jolt awake. He smiles as you step closer, handing him the food. "Bo ne Fête, mon amour." You say, watching his eyes widen before he starts to laugh.

"Mon ange, you're truly a blessing." He murmurs, sitting up more and pulling you closer, presses a single kiss on your cheek. "What'd this man done ta have da perfect partner?"

You laugh softly, kissing his forehead before sitting next to him on the bed, the both of you eating breakfast. He grabs the two bowls and puts them on the nightstand before wrapping his arms around you. "Come 'ere. Lemme give ya some lovin', sugah."

You laugh as his drags you down into your back, planting a multitude of kisses on your face before he nips softly on your jaw, making you squeak.

"Hey!" You laugh softly, pushing him back and looking up at him, "What do you think you're doing?"

"What, all I get is breakfast in bed fa ma birthday?" He eyes you, smirking as he buries his face in your neck. "Don'tcha love me, cher?"

"Of course I do, Remy. I love you so much." You say, pulling his face down and kissing him.

"Mm... Love ya, too, mon amour." He laughs pulling you closer. "Aight, let's just cuddle fa now. You don't got any mo' surprises for me, do ya?"

"Oh, you know... It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you about it." You murmur, nuzzling against his bare chest. He chuckles lowly, the sound deep under your ear. His arms around you tighten, holding you close as you both enjoy a quiet, relaxing morning together.

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KILL YOURSELF !!!!

If cher says we look like Kai Anderson one more time I think we'll have to explode him

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I DON'T LOOK LIKE THAT GREASY GUY DAWG, MY HAIR ISN'T EVEN THE RIGHT BLUE

If cher says we look like Kai Anderson one more time I think we'll have to explode him

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If cher says we look like Kai Anderson one more time I think we'll have to explode him

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Reblog to hug prev

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if you bitches dont start tagging or putting warnings on your x female reader shit im gonna fucking crash out oh my GOD