#gambitxreader

[cera-writes]

Not me desperately wanting to write a fanfic about Remy LeBeau x reader who pines only for Remy but he's just using reader to get back at Rogue for her sleeping with Magneto. This song would fit so PERFECTLY. 🤌🤌🤌

Nothing Matters by The Last Dinner Party

[unspeakable-imagination]

gambit and rouge smut please?!🥹

Individual or together? X reader or x eachother?

[demonsbanebard]

Have a little thing I wrote forever ago! Just a fun little bit of flirting for GambitxReader

“I knew I would find you here! What are you making? It smells good!”

Remy threw a smirk over his shoulder. His hair was mostly pulled back and still wild on top. “You know if it smell good in the kitchen, that’s where Gambit be, chere.” With a wink, his gaze dropped back to the pot he was stirring.

You wrapped your arms around him and peeked over his shoulder. “What are you making?”

“Gumbo, mon ami! It’s gonna be a while before it’s ready, but it’s worth the wait.”

Your fingers trailed under the hem of his shirt to tease at the skin of his hips and rose on your toes to press a kiss to the sensitive spot beneath his ear.

He chuckled and stepped to the side, hooking his arm around you before pressing your back to his front. “If you wanted to learn, all you had to do was tell ol Remy,” he teased, going back to stirring. “This here’s called a roux. Just oil and flour, but we gotta take this here blonde and make her a brunette. Blondes and redheads may have more fun, but only a chocolate roux gonna make you a good gumbo.”

You leaned back into him and reached up to scratch at the stubble on his jaw. “Careful, you’re going to make me jealous.” It was all too easy to tease. To reach up for a kiss that had his hand tightening on your waist.

He chuckled, nuzzling into your neck to place a small kiss there. “Can’t walk away just yet or all that work gonna go to waste. You give Gambit another half hour and he’s all yours, mon ami. Ain’t nobody gonna forgive either of us if there’s no supper on the table.”

You sighed heavily. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you away? Not even if-“ you whispered some of the deepest and darkest of your desires into his ear and he groaned.

“Mon dieu, chere. Gambit’s gonna remember that, but there’s things you can’t rush. Gotta take things slow. You don’t deserve a man who rush, or a man who can’t cook. Soon as the trinity and the okra go in I can put the lid on and then take sweet time wit you. Now go on ‘fore I burn this roux and put this spoon to your hind end.” He gave you one last lingering kiss before shooing you out of the kitchen.

Once in the hallway, you grouchily pulled a twenty dollar bill out of your pocket and handed it to Logan.

“Not so much of a lover boy when he’s cooking, huh?” Logan grinned, pocketing the bill.

“We had sex on your desk a couple weeks ago Professor Logan. I still count that as a win.”

Logan started yelling but you were already far enough away not to care. Were you lying? Telling the truth? Who knows.

All that matters is that you both lost today.

[cera-writes]

Listen...

I AM SUCH SLUT FOR STAMMERING, INCOHERENT, BROKEN FRENCH, SUB REMY LEBEAU