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Hurtin'

Title: Hurtin’

Fandom: X-men TAS/X-men 97

Rating: Teen+

Warnings and major tags: Talk of self harm, mental hospital (talk of), swearing, hurt/comfort,

Relationship(s): Gambit X GN!Reader

Summary: Reader gets home from the mental hospital and Gambit is there to greet and comfort them. Gambit was the one who discovered them hurting themselves and wants to be there for them.

Notes: Hey guys, gals, and NB pals! Hope you are doing good. I am not doing great at the moment. But what can you do? Life moves on. I recently got out of the mental hospital as I needed some help. So I wanted to write this work as a comfort piece for myself. Let me know if you want a part two where the reader talks with him about her stay at the hospital.

Word count: 431

Work:

You stood outside the mansion and took a deep breath. The others were expecting you home and would worry if you didn’t show up. You just needed one more breath of fresh air. You close your eyes and take one last deep breath, letting the air fill up your lungs. You exhale and open your eyes, moving your hand to the door handle. You turn the handle as slowly as your body allows you to and drag open the door. At the threshold you see two feet in silver boots.

You know it is Gambit before dragging your eyes up his body and to his face. He had a genuine smile on his face as if he were happy to see you. But you don’t understand how he could be. Not after the way he found you a week and a half ago. Last time you saw him you were having a breakdown. Scratching at your arms until you bled and cursing and hissing at him that you hate him as he called the professor and 911.

He stepped aside so you could walk in but you stayed planted to the front steps.

“Hey, Chere,” Gambit said softly, “How are you holdin’ up?”

You switched hands that held the paper bag with your change of clothes and pajamas.

“You’re not…You’re not mad?” You were barely audible, but he heard you as if you were shouting.

“Now, Y/N, why would I be mad at you?” He took the bag from you and guided you up into the house.

“Because of what I said. What I did.”

“You weren’t you in that moment, you were hurtin’”

“But.” you sighed, “you should hate me.”

He put your bag down next to the table in the foyer. And next thing you knew his arms were around you, enveloping you in a smothering hug.

“I could never hate you, Chere. Especially not now. You needed help is all. You didn’t see it at the time, but you needed help.”

You could feel your tears seep into his shirt.

“Remy, I’m sorry,” you said with a muffled voice.

“There is nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, Y/N. I was worried ‘cause I love you. I want to help you get through this. But I’m not sorry for calling Xavier or the rescue. You needed them.”

“Thank you” You sobbed into his chest.

He held you like that for what seemed like forever. Then when he broke the hug, he looked to you and smiled.

“Follow me to the kitchen, I have warm beignets with your name on them!”

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Okay. Last post before bed. I want a remy/gambit and rogue cake for my birthday this year. (Yes I’m going to be 25, but it’s tradition to do a themed cake) I found these figures at target for 44 USD. I think that’s expensive for what I want. Do any of you have any idea on where to get small figures of rogue and gambit? Should I ask for the set for my birthday and just use them? Or what? Should I just get it after I get a new job next week? I love this set. Idk what to do.

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Vigilantes

Title: Vigilantes

Request: How about when both are vigilantes (don’t know if reader is a mutant or not) but they get home after teasing each other all night. Kind like the Incredibles 1 when they met each other, arguing over who got that one baddie. And they get home and because they can’t finding the nights teasing

Word Count: 2812

Warning: Smut, Swearing, multiple orgasms, “good girl”, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), oral, PIV sex,

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Gambit/Remy LeBeau X Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: Gambit and you are mutant vigilantes who cross paths often. One night while out, you run into a bad guy and work “together” with Gambit to apprehend him. Once caught, the two of you flirt and tease each other about who actually got the bad guy. Once the cops are called for the bad guy’s location, the two of you can’t take the sexual tension and fuck when you get back to your place. You have the power of compulsion, superhuman speed, super human strength, and superhuman agility. Named Vampyre for these traits.

A/N: If I get a chance to write a mutant!reader x gambit, you bet your ass I’ll take that opportunity. PS I’m writing this while having Twix for breakfast and have no regrets. Also, I found out I suck at writing banter. I need to get better at it for you all. I had lots of fun writing this. Thanks for the request!

Work:

“An armed robbery suspect is headed east on 54th. Black hair, black jacket, and jeans. All units be advised he has the mutant power to -“you hear the woman over the police scanner say.  

“Shit,” you swore and turned off the scanner. You were just about to take off your work clothes and put your pajamas on. That would have to wait. The suspect was a block and a half away from you. You knew you had to go help out the police. You used your superspeed to get you out the door of your apartment and down the two flights of stairs to the entrance.

You knew that the Gambit also lived close to the scene and would be wanting to get this one too, so you sped out the front door and down the street, wanting to get there first. You were by no means anywhere near as fast as your friend Quicksilver, but you managed just fine. You slowed when you got halfway down 53rd street and used your enhanced eyesight to scan for the criminal.

Your eyes snagged on a suspicious looking character in an alleyway who was holding a large object in his black jacket pocket. The description of the man from the scanner fit perfectly.

“Hey asshat,” you called out as you approached him. He took a gun out of his jacket pocket and aimed for you. You sighed. It was going to be one of those nights. “I wouldn’t if I were you. I’m tired and hungry and just want to go back to my place and relax.”

“Ain’t nobody forcing you to be out here,” the other mutant spat. You then realized that you never paid attention to what his powers were and mentally cursed yourself. Fuck, stupid idiot.

You moved faster than the man could think and wrestled the gun out of his hands. Turned the safety on and tossed it away from him.

“Now, listen to me, you’re not going to - ,” you started to compel him but he had other plans. You felt the ground shake beneath you.

“Easy does it, girlie. You open your mouth to compel me and I make an earthquake so big, this building drops on you and the innocents who live inside.” The man threatened.

You now remembered seeing this guy on the TV about a week ago for flooding and robbing a jewelry store. Great, an elemental manipulator, just what you needed. You opened your mouth to speak but he tossed his hands out and the ground began to shake again. You immediately shut your mouth.

He began to make a break for the gun that was on the ground about twelve feet away. You ran over to him and slammed him into the wall of the building with your heightened strength.

“You bitch!” the man growled. And charged for you. You dodged a punch and a kick to your face and returned the favor hitting him square in the jaw with your fist.

“What’s your name anyway?” You asked as you dodged more punches.

“I am the Elementalist and if you try to speak again I will fuck you up!” He spat.

“Now is dat any way to speak t’ a lady?” you heard a familiar voice come from behind you.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man spat in between punched to your midsection, which you successfully blocked.

“They call me da Gambit.” Your rival vigilante said, “remember it.” He charged a playing card and threw it towards the Elementalist. You threw yourself out of the way just in time for the card to explode feet from the two of you. You’ve seen Gambit out on missions before and interacted with him a few times. You thought he was handsome, though you wouldn’t admit to him. You were attracted to him. Sexually and romantically even in the little interactions the two of you had.

“You idiot! You could’ve hit me!” You shouted at Gambit.

“Mon ami, I am hurt. I would never hit you. Only if you asked for it nicely.” Gambit winked at you.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye that the robber was trying to get away, so you used your superspeed to run in front of him and block his exit from the alley. You threw a solid sidekick to his abdomen and managed to get him to go off balance.

Gambit took out his collapsible Bo staff and flicked it to its full length. He ran towards the robber and charged his staff a bit. He hit the man with the staff, causing the man to go flying. The man struggled to get up, and threw his hands out, sending Gambit flying back.

“Stay down. Don’t move. Don’t use your powers.” You said slowly and deliberately while making eye contact with the Elementalist. You could see the moment your hypnotic influence took effect. You slowly took your gaze off the bad guy and over to Gambit.

“Vampyre, mon ami” Gambit strode towards you.

“Gambit,” you smiled and walked towards the cursing robber.

“It’s alright. I’ve got it from here,” He said in his thick Cajun accent.

“Oh, sure? You’ve got it from here? I just took him out for you.” You laughed.

“Sure you took him out, but his attention was on me.”

“A convenient coincidence that I took opportunity of to do my job.”

“You mean my job.” Gambit countered

“You know, a simple thank you, would be nice.” You walked over to Gambit.

“Thank you, mon ami, but Gambit don’t need no help”

“And what the hell happened to southern hospitality?” You joked.

 “What ever happened to – ” Gambit started.

“Hey, look the lady got to me first, but -” the robber said.

“Zip it!” you both turned to the robber who quieted down.

You could hear the sirens in the distance and turned back to Gambit, “We could share this one, ya know.”

“Gambit works alone, mon ami.” He stared into your eyes so hard you thought he could see your soul. He closed his Bo staff and put it away in his jacket pocket.

The sirens got closer and closer, “Really, I thought we’d make a great couple,” You stumbled over your words and quickly revised your statement, “Team. I mean Team.”

It was Gambit’s turn to laugh. Not at you. Never at you. It was a chuckle. A cute chuckle, “you doin’ anything tonight?”

“Maybe,” you started to back out of the alley and into the street, “It depends.”

“Depends on what, chere?” Gamit followed you.

You touched his chest playfully, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You started down the street to your apartment and he followed. Sure you’ve had fantasies about this handsome Cajun man. Who wouldn’t. But with every quip tossed back and forth between the two of you, you wanted to make those fantasies a reality.

“I can’t let a lady walk home alone at night. ‘ts just not right,” he stepped in front of you. His charm turned up to eleven.

“I’m not even a block away. I think I’ll be fine,” You shrugged and smirked at him. If he kept this going any longer you would want to take him right there on the street.

“Well, who knows what could be out dere. I’d hate to see my only good competition get hurt.”

“Competition, is that all I’m good for?” You stopped walking and faced him.

“Certainly not, Chere!” He stopped.

“Really, what else am I good for?” you giggled.

“Gambit sees the lady is good for lots of tings.” He guided you across the street and followed you as you picked up the pace down the street.

“Like?”

“Bet you’re good at telling a man what ya want.”

“And?” You were a few buildings away from your apartment and didn’t want this to end so you slowed down to a slow walk.

“And, you are good for lookin’ at. You’ve got the looks that could kill.” Gambit pushed a stray lock of hair out of your face.

“Go on,” You urged.

“Well, I don’t wanna offend the lady, but…” he trailed off.

“But?” you questioned with a spark in your eye that made him stumble on his words and his feet.

“Ya’ seem like ya’d be a good for kissin’ and for…” Gambit turned red under his balaclava.

“And for what?” You stopped at the door to your building. He stopped and watched as you reached into your pocket for your keys.

“And, chere, don’t take this the wrong way,” he stalled, “But I tink you be mighty good for a man and his needs,”

You stepped up on the first step up to your apartment and made eye contact with Gambit. He rubbed the back of his head with one hand. You smiled at him lustfully.

“I’m having you tonight.”

“What?” Gambit looked confused.

“That’s what I’ve decided I’m going to do tonight. I’m want you to fuck me so hard I can feel it in the morning.” You turned around and walked up the rest of the steps to the front door.

This made him perk up and rush up behind you, “Chere, don’t joke like that.”

You could feel his breath on your neck and his growing bulge on your ass. You turn around to face him and look into his eyes for a moment. He had you boxed between himself and the door. You reached up to him and kissed him hard. He kissed you back harder.

“I want you,” you said, “I want you so bad.”

Gambit chuckled, “Chere, open da door and get into your place. I don’t know if I can wait much longer.”

You did as he told you and led him up to your apartment, locking the door behind you. The second you dropped your keys onto the small table next to the door, Gambit was on you again. He pushed you against the door, holding your hands above your head. You moaned against his lips. Gambit stuck a leg between yours and sighed, “Ah, Chere, ya don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for dis.”

He went back to kissing you. You pushed the duster off his shoulders and he shucked it onto the floor all while your lips danced together. All that could be heard in your apartment was the wet sound of kissing. He took the hem of your top and nudged it up your belly and chest.

“Off,” He grunted. And helped you tear the shirt off your body. He then removed his own shirt. He stood in front of you half naked for a moment. Your eyes roamed his muscular chest and you licked your lips.

He closed the gap once more and started trailing kisses down your neck and onto the tops of your boobs that showed over your sports bra. You moaned when he nipped at your skin.

“Oh, god,” you whispered, barely audible, “yes”

You reached down to his tight pants and undid the button. You pulled them down past his ass and palmed his hard erection. He moaned into your breasts as his hand roamed to your pants. He pulled them down and allowed you to step out of them before finishing taking his off. He lifted you up, pinning you between him and the door. You lifted your legs to go around his waist.

“Gambit,” You gasped.

“Remy. Call me Remy.” He dry humped your core.

“Remy,” you tried it out on your tongue. He showed you he liked the sound of it by moaning onto your lip in approval. He took his hands and cupped your ass, pulling you closer to his body. “Y/N”

“Y/N, Bedroom?” he asked in between kisses.

“Down the hall, first door on the right.” You panted. He kissed you one last time before navigating his way to your bedroom with you in his arms.

Once in your room, he sat you gently onto the bed and slid your bra off. He knelt down in front of you and said, “Your pussy’s already so wet for me? You’re soaked through your panties.”

Your core clenched at the way he spoke. He pushed your body down onto the bed and tore off your panties. Remy smacked his lips in anticipation and lowered his head to your pussy.

He started off with gentle licks to your clit. He was intent on building up your anticipation for him. You tried to grind your hips into his mouth but he pulled back and tutted, “Y/N, be a good girl and stay still for Remy”

“I wanna cum,” You whined.

Something feral shone in his black and red eyes as he put his head back down and picked up the pace, putting more and more pressure on your clit with his tongue.

Your hands found their way down to Remy’s hair. When he added a finger to your dripping pussy, you shuddered and moaned out his name. Running your hands through his hair, you felt so blissful in that moment. He added another finger and kept pumping his digits in and out, hitting your g-spot. He added a third finger after a bit of stimulation.

“Jesus, fuck!” you swore. Remy made a come hither motion inside you and your walls began to clench around his fingers.

“I’m gonna cum!” You managed to breathe out. He hummed against your clit sending shivers down your spine. He quickened his pace a bit and you came undone on his mouth.

As you sat up to face him he pulled away from your core and locked lips with you, “Taste yourself on my lips, Chere. Taste how sweet you are.”

Your tongue meshed with his and you could taste a faint trace of yourself on his lips and tongue.

“I wanna suck you off,” you whispered into his ear. This comment elicited a loud groan from Remy who shot up and took his boxers off. His large cock sprung free and he stood between your legs. You reached up to grab his member and began to stroke it. You brought your head forward to his cock and peppered it in kisses.

“Ah, fuck, Chere,” Remy put his hands on the top back of your head. You took him into your mouth and licked the precum off his head. You bobbed your head up and down as he moaned your name. His hips bucked into your mouth and you had to concentrate to stop your gag reflex from going off. Water brimmed at your eyes as he continued to fuck your mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled out of your mouth and you frowned.

“Y/N, if you kept that up I was gonna cum in your mouth instead of in your beautiful pussy. I want to cum in your beautiful pussy the first time I have you.” He explained and gave you a kiss on the top of the head, “Now scooch up and lie back for Remy.”

If it were anyone else, you would’ve been turned off by them speaking about themselves in the third person, but on Remy, it was fitting and sexy, so you did as he asked. You felt the bed sink down further as he positioned himself on top of you.

He took his cock, pumped it once. Twice. Three times. And teased your folds with it. He then entered into your pussy and sunk all the way down.

“Fucking hell, Remy,” you shouted.

“Sorry, chere.” He gasped.

“No, you feel so good,” You moaned into the crook of his neck, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He pumped in and out of you in a slow rhythm. You needed more. You needed him to move faster.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of your pussy. His hand found its way down to your clit and started making circles around the hard bud.

You mewled as hour hips bucked involuntarily against his hand. You could feel the coiling tension in your core. You groaned “I’m so close, Remy.”

“Come for me Chere, I’m right behind ya’” His breaths became ragged and short.

Chasing your climax, you moaned his name as your walls clenched around his cock.

“I’m real close, Chere, real close.” He sputtered and moaned. His cock twitched and dripped cum into your pussy. He pumped it into you some more and then pulled out.

“You got a towel, ma cherie? I wanna clean ya up.”

You slowly nodded your head and pointed to the foot of your bed. Not expecting guests, you didn’t clean up this morning before work. He found the towel and wiped your swollen pussy clean before cleaning himself up.

“Lie with me, Remy,” You begged.

“I thought you’d never ask, mon ami.” He smiled as he climbed into bed next to you.

Someone please yell at me to get off tumblr, stop stalling, and finish my Remy fic. Please. 🙏

You're My Girl

Title: You’re My Girl

Word Count: 2450

Warning: Smut, Swearing, reader wears a dress, PIV sex, Oral (F receiving), orgasm denial (female), multiple orgasms, no cuddling or aftercare., a bit of a praise kink,

Fandom: X-Men/Marvel/X-men 97

Pairing: Remy LeBeau/Gambit X Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Request: hi hello I am SO here to provide Remy smut requests. reader gets jealous of Bella Donna flirting with Remy so he has to remind her who his girl REALLY is (also she totally hears them)

Summary: Remy has eyes for Y/N but when the League of Assassins and Guild of Thieves have other plans for him, things don’t go well. Bella Donna has been flirting with Remy all day at their engagement “party” which makes Y/N jealous. When she starts giving him the cold shoulder, he takes her into his room and fucks her within earshot of his fiancé. Remy gets off on the fact that she can hear you two.

A/N: Ah! I love this idea! I will say I have yet to read all of the Gambit comics, but I have watched x-men TAS/97 and have read some of the comics with gambit and belladonna. I’m so stoked to be writing this!!! I squealed when I read this request. My dear ANON, if you have any more requests for any character, please reach out. I might even do a part two to this is you all like it.

Work:

When you were thirteen, you were banished from home after showing the mutant ability to create portals that teleported you and others anywhere you could think of. Jean-Luc LeBeau of the Thieves’ Guild took you in off the streets after witnessing you steal some food from a stand in New Orleans’ French Quarter. He introduced you to his adoptive son and mutant, Remy, a handsome fourteen-year-old. Jean-Luc and Remy taught you the ways of their world, turning you into a master thief.

You had always been attracted to Remy from the moment you met him. Remy was always there for you no matter what. He had a soft spot for you as he too was abandoned for being a mutant. The day you turned eighteen, Remy asked you out on a date. You, being in love with him already, said yes.

Things were going great until Bella Donna Bordeaux entered the scene. Bella Donna was the daughter of a high-ranking member of the Assassin’s Guild, the Thieves’ Guild sworn enemy. She also couldn’t resist Remy’s charm and good looks.

Behind your back, Jean-Luc and Bella Donna’s father arranged a peacemaking marriage between Remy and Bella Donna. When Jean-Luc announced it a few months after you turned twenty-one, you were heartbroken.

A few weeks later they held an engagement party for Remy and Bella Donna which you were forced to attend. This is where you were now. Sitting in the corner near where Remy stood in a suit and tie, you watched as Bella Donna came over and linked her arm with Remy’s. A huge smile was plastered on her face. Remy smirked up at her.

“Oh, Remy, mon amour, would you come meet my friend, she has been just dyin’ to meet you?” She said.

“Uh,” Remy paused for a moment as if unsure to go with her, “Sure. Why not, Cher.”

You rolled your eyes and watched as Bella Donna guided him over to a dark-haired woman almost as beautiful as she was. He extended a hand in greeting which she accepted and shook. You couldn’t hear their whole conversation, just bits and pieces as it was loud in the ballroom of the Thieves’ Guild compound. You were supposed to be socializing but just sat there in the corner by the bar and watched Remy.

Bella Donna was giggling at something Remy said and took her hand and pressed it to his chest in a flirtatious gesture. You heard her say the phrase “be a doll” and then the word “drink”.

He turned to her and said something you couldn’t hear and she replied to him. Remy started to walk to the back of the room towards you and the mini bar. He smiled at you as you sipped your drink.

“Hi Cher,” he greeted you.

“Remy” you said flatly.

Seeing the bartender was busy with someone else, he reached over the counter and poured himself a bourbon. He placed the bottle back over the counter, The bartender came over and asked how she could help.

“An expresso martini for miss Bella Donna, please,” he turned to the bartender and then back to you when she turned to make the martini.

“She looks like she’s having fun.” You nodded in Bella Donna’s direction. Her back was turned and she was having an animated conversation with her friend.

“Yeah she is.” He said wistfully and stared at you for a moment with an undeterminable look on his face for a moment. You shied away from his look and found yourself staring at the ground.

“Sir, the drink,” the bartender pushed out the glass to Remy.

“Yes, thank you, mon ami.” He grabbed the drink from the bar. You watched him as he walked back to Bella Donna and hand her the drink. She smiled at him in thanks.

She sipped the drink slowly and glanced up to see you staring. You overt your eyes for a moment as she set her drink down on the table in front of her. You looked back up as she whispered something in Remy’s ear and held out her hand to him. You can’t help but roll your eyes. He looked up at her and took her hand. He led her over to the dance floor.

A slower song started to play as she held onto his shoulder with one had and his hand with the other. He led her in a slow dance. Bella Donna looked back over to where you were sitting to find you staring at the two of them yet again. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Remy’s cheek, making your blood boil.

You shot out of your chair and over to the entryway where Jean-Luc stood.

“I’m not feeling that great, Jean-Luc,” you lied, “I have a migraine, is it okay if I lie down for a bit?”

Concerned, Jean-Luc places a hand on your shoulder, “Are you alright, darlin’?”

“I will be,” you said forcing a smile onto your face, “I would just like to lie down in my room for a bit.”

“Yes, go. Go. I will get you when food is being served.” He patted you on the back.

You take one last glance over to Remy and catch his eye. He raises his brow in question. You roll your eyes and portal to the next room over, your bedroom.

Once in your room you let out a sigh and kicked your shoes off. How could he do this to you? How could he just let her flirt with him all evening without even so much as a look at you to see if you were okay? How could he be –

A knock at your door interrupted your thoughts. You open and see Remy standing there sheepishly. You looked past his shoulder and could see Bella Donna waiting by the entrance to the ballroom.

“What,” you said coldly but let him in. He closed the door behind himself.

“Pa said you weren’t feelin’ good. I came to check on you.” He said lightly.

“Shouldn’t you be out there with your fiancé?” you asked harshly.

Remy sighed and then chuckled, “That’s what this is about, cher?”

You clench your jaw and look away from the man you loved, “Not like you even care.”

“Come on, dats not fair.” He reached out to touch your arm but you backed away.

“She’s been flirting with you all night at the party for your engagement and you don’t even have the balls to ask me how I’m doing,” you spat.

“Cher-” he starts.

“Don’t ‘cher’ me, Remy. We were dating for almost three years before she found a way to get you away from me. And then you pretend that we never were together. That we never even mattered.”

“Y/N,” he said, “We do matter.”

“That’s not how you’re acting. You never even objected to the marriage. You chose her over me.” Frustrated tears brimmed at your eyes.

“Y/N, dat’s not true. Not true at all. I begged Jean-Luc to let me have you. To find a ‘nother way to unite the guilds. He said I will either marry her or get banished without you. And I couldn’t stand the tought of loosin’ ya. It was Sophie’s choice, cher.” He found your eyes with his own and didn’t let them go. “Don’t ya tink for one second that I chose her over you.”

He moved to touch your arm again and you let him this time. You look up at him with watery eyes, “I miss you already”

“I’m right here, cher. Right here.” He pulled you into a hug.

“Don’t leave me Remy. Please.” You said into his chest, “Run away with me.”

“Dey will hunt us down, cher, you know dat.” He said into your hair.

“Let them,” you pulled back and looked at his face.

“Y/N,” he said sadly.

“Remy, I love you. I always have and I always will. Nothing will change that. I want you. No one else. You”

You could see something go off in Remy’s brain the moment you said you loved him. When you finished talking he leaned forward and kissed you hard on the lips. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his body. He broke the kiss, “I want you too, mon amour.”

Remy shrugged off his suit jacket, placed it on your dresser, and kicked his shoes off. He then walked you back to the bed and you sat down on it. He knelt on either side of your legs and kissed you. His tongue parted your mouth and danced with yours. His fingers danced at the hem of your short dress. It was flowy so the skirt was around you instead of under you.

“You’re so beautiful in this dress cher,” he said between kisses, “but right now I want it off you and on the floor.”

He pulled up the dress up over your head and tossed it to the ground

“You’re my girl, my only girl,” He growled and loosened his tie before sliding it over his head.

He went back to kissing you. As his hand roamed your body you started to undo the buttons to his dress shirt. You pushed the shirt off his body and let it fall to the floor in a heap. He held you to him, stroking up and down your back and then around to your front, grazing your breasts before stopping at your shoulders. He gently pushed you back so that you were lying down and hovered over you.

“I’m gonna want you to scream my name loud enough so she can hear that you’re my girl. So they all can hear that you’re my girl.” He whispered into your ear. He trailed kisses down your neck and stomach and to the waistband of your panties. He replaced his mouth with his hands and slowly slid your panties off. He tossed them aside all while maintaining eye contact with you.

He scooched back so that his head was hovering over your midsection. He lowered his mouth to your core and started to lick at your clit. His hands holding onto your thighs. Your hands moved to his head, removing his hair from his pony tail, and running your fingers through it.

“Oh god your mouth feels so good,” you moaned. He licked long and slow circles down your clit. When he put more pressure on it, your hips bucked and you let out a moan. He grabbed your thighs harder and let out a soft giggle that vibrated against your throbbing bud.

He introduced a finger into your pussy and you arched your back off the bed. He inserted another finger and you groaned out his name.

“Cher, I’m gonna need you to be a bit louder for me. I know you can do that for Remy.” He began pumping his fingers in and out all while lapping at your clit. He introduced one last finger and began a harsh and fast come-hither motion on your g-spot.

“Oh Fuck, Remy!” You shouted.

“Now dats better, mon amour.”

Your breathing hitched and you felt a coil deep in your stomach start to unravel. Your walls started to spasm and contract around his fingers.

“I’m close, baby.” You cried out. But before you could climax he removed his fingers and mouth. You whined in protest.

“Ain’t no way I’m just gonna let you cum on my fingers. I want you to cum on my fucking cock so you remember that you’re my girl.” He pushed himself up off the bed and removed his belt in one fell swoop. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down with his boxers revealing a long hard cock glistening with precum.

You sat up and reached for his cock. You opened your mouth but he stopped you with his words, “No cher, tonight’s all about you and your pleasure. Lay back and enjoy.”

He bent down to kiss you as you laid back down on the bed. He teased your wet pussy with his hard cock and then pushed in in one quick thrust.

“Oh, Remy! Yes!” you couldn’t contain your moans.

He began a slow and agonizing pace to let you get adjusted. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Ça c’est une bonne fille” he panted. That’s a good girl.

You clenched around his cock at his praise, “Oh, God. I love you Remy.”

“I’m gonna need ya’ to be a bit louder, Y/N,” He grunted, picking up the pace.

He soon began a merciless rhythm with frenzied thrusts and grunts. That familiar feeling of tension came back to your stomach and you hungrily kissed him.

“I’m close, Remy! Please,” You begged loudly.

Please what, cher?” He urged, “use ya’ voice.”

“Please let me come!” you pleaded. The coil tightened, threatening to push you over the edge.

“Go ahead, Y/N,” he howled, “come for me.”

The coil in your stomach shattered, flooding you with pure ecstasy. Your walls clenched around his cock and he swore loudly.

“Merde! Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned.

“Come for me baby,” You kissed his neck.

He let out a grunt and frantically shoved into you before allowing himself to release his seed into you. He pumped his cum into your pussy with his cock and slowly pulled out of you.

He grabbed some tissues from your nightstand and cleaned your pussy gently. He grabbed more and cleaned himself off.

“Woo, cher, Remy loves ya’ so much!” he exclaimed. He took in the sight of you completely undone on the bed from his doing and smiled, “Whaddya say we go back out there? I wanna see the look on ‘er face.”

You knew who exactly she was. It was Bella Donna. So you smirked and nodded your head. Remy helped you up and dressed you before dressing himself in his now wrinkled suit.

He gave you one last kiss before opening your door and leading you out. Jean-Luc was in the corner with Bella Donna and her father. The moment she saw the two of you she raced over as fast as she could while wearing high heels.

“You fucking man-stealing whore!” Bella Donna yelled at you. She raised a hand to slap you but before she could Remy caught her wrist and tutted in disapproval.

“Uh-uh Bella, you don’t touch her. She’s mine.” Remmy growled and released her hand. She stood flabbergasted as Remy turned to you, “Can I have this dance?” He held out a hand to you and without any hesitation, you took it and he led you onto the dance floor leaving a sputtering Bella Donna at the entrance.

hi hello i am SO here to provide remy smut requests. reader gets jealous of bella donna flirting with remy so he has to remind her who his girl REALLY is (also she totally hears them)

Here it is, cher. I had so much fun writing this! Thank you so much for the request. I'm feral for this man.

https://www.tumblr.com/alexsnerdycorner/760914533755813888/youre-my-girl

Today I went out with my boyfriend and didn’t really work on fics. Tomorrow the writing and art will resume (hopefully).

Fan Art

I want to to some Remy fan art, but I'm afraid it'll suck. I have no reason to be afraid. I digitally paint this (the one in the back) and the woman who played Anya from Anastasia the musical loved it. I just wanna make one and have AJ Locascio see and like it. He likes so many fan arts that tag him and I hope mine is good enough. Some one please say some words of encouragement.

Not having a good night. Someone please send me your favorite Remy art or pics or gif. With or without Rogue.

So I’m taking a break from writing for today and possibly tomorrow to work on an art piece. See the final sketch below.

Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes! Y’all are really gonna love my next art post. Be sure to follow for updates.

So I’m taking a break from writing for today and possibly tomorrow to work on an art piece. See the final sketch below.

Remy LeBeau would never.

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.