#onlyathief

[onlyarogue]

“Picture would probably be safer…” It’s a joke but the words come out as truth instead. Rogue’s heart pounded against her unprotected chest, threatening to bust loose in a show that would be far less sexy than gory. Her gloved fingers curled into fists against her thighs, still fighting the urge to cover herself. Just a little longer. It would be okay. There was distance between them. Hell she wished there wasn’t though.

Remy is the first man to see her mostly naked. It was so strange that even his red gaze on her felt like a tangible thing. He was the first who had earned this amount trust and vulnerability from a girl who refused to even reveal her true name. Rogue knew she was hot. That was never the problem….even so she couldn’t fathom how just looking would be enough for somebody who didn’t HAVE TO have these intimacy limitations. But he had promised to be hers. Remy said what she could do was enough…..she needed to take those things as face value or she would never stop worrying.

“I hope you got enough for now though.” She said finally, pulling the over-sized hoodie over her head and sliding it over her skin like armor. Rogue flipped the hood up, tucking and smoothing her hair under the fabric so that it all lay comfortably around her face and neck. Time to explain her thoughts.

“I don’t want us to have pillow walls anymore. I don’t want to be that far away from you. So, I was thinkin’ you would be able to hold me when we sleep if I covered up this much.” Her face was the only bit exposed at this point. “I would just need to sleep with my back to you.” A shame since the mental image of lazy kisses while cuddling all tangled together way so appealing. ‘Beggars can’t be choosers girl.’

“What do ya say?” Rogue extended a clothed hand out, feeling hopeful. If everything Remy had said before about wanting her was true then she would not be spurned now.

he liked how she looked at him, how even though she couldn't touch him the way they both wanted she still devoured him from head to toe with her pretty green eyes. lookin' into them felt like bein' lost in a jungle, heat n' all.

remy ducked his head slightly when she seemed too far gone to hear his question. it kinda made him bashful the longer she looked at him, even if he was used to the kinda attention she was givin'. the difference was.... it was her, not just some random girl from a bar or a mark or somethin'.

it was his rogue.

when he lifted his head again she had answered and he took the clothes from her carefully, stepping backward to drag on each piece as she explained herself.

he wasn't gonna question anything she chose to do in that moment but he certainly didn't expect one of the choices to be her peelin' off her top and lettin' loose like that. now it was his turn to stare, a little dumbfounded and a lotta heart pounding.

it wasn't just that it was her breasts, it was the way her body looked when nothin' was touchin' her skin. she looked soft as feathers, smooth as fresh cream, and just the way the color of her boldness came to rest in patchy, rosy blossoms of flush across her sternum and over her nipples.

"god damn you're as pretty as a picture. i could look at you, just look only, for the rest of my days and be thrilled, y'know that?"

but would she believe it?

[merriemarvels]

@onlyathief replied to your post “"when you use remy's power.. y'feel the same kinda...”:

"Well don't y'worry 'bout touchin' remy, i can stand bein' blown up a lil."

Now he's snickering -- mostly because yeah, thanks to that copycat psychic sense, he can feel the innuendo. "Tell us how you really feel, LeBeau."

[miidnighters]

@onlyathief | continued from ☾

"I - no, o'course not!"

Not unless you count picking up all the dropped offcuts at the garden centre, but Isaac considered that rescuing more than anything.

"Why are you lookin' at me like that's unusual? You shouldn't be stealing."

[wormholxtreme]

@onlyathief | liked for a starter

"Woo!" Jean shook her head from the strength of her drink. "What kinda tip did you give the bartender to give us a drink like that?"

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

continued from here {x}

His senses felt close to numb to the world around him, only really aware of his exhaustion and the cool floor beneath his feet. The cajun drawl he had come to come treasure, dare he think even love, was missed in his pacing. Thoughts were far away and scattered, not settling on one single that kept him awake. Remy was one of them but not the only thing keeping him from his bed.

“Remy…” A soft fond smile at the arms slipping around his waist, effectively stopping him in his ritual pacing. The lawyer sighed deeply to allow some of the tension to leave his body as he leaned back against Remy’s chest, turning just enough to place a side kiss to the crown of his head.

“I’m sorry I woke you. I was trying to be quiet. I can head up to the roof so you can get some sleep.” His voice sounded almost lost, dreamy in a way as he reveled in the feel of the arms around him. In reality, the offer wasn’t practical with the snowstorm having only coming to an end a few hours before and the snow being nearly knee deep when they had checked before bed.

@onlyathief

[nightfaith]

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@onlyathief - sinday prompts! - accepting!

They'd gone out with no plan other than to get lost in a sea of writhing bodies. A distraction in dark times. The thought that they might end up in this position had never crossed Kurt's mind, but - oh, he was hardly complaining.

Between sharing drinks and the both of them failing to find other dance partners that caught their eyes, or perhaps the simple gravity of the music itself dragging their bodies together on the dance floor, Kurt and Remy had ended up in the center with nearly no space between them. Remy's hands rested on the sinful swivel of Kurt's crop-top and low-hanging shorts exposed hips, golden eyes upturned and bright with something hungry for something unspoken in words.

The thump of the bass had Kurt's own hands traveling, one on a hip and the other tugging at the hair at the base of Remy's skull as if seeking to expose the vulnerable expanse of his throat and succeeding. The beat, the lyrics, they had Kurt's tail wrapped around the other man's waist both to keep him close, and to make it easier to slide down, down, down between them and none too innocently grazing over something deliciously sinful.

Their bodies ground together like this through one song flowing into the next, and then the tone shifted further. Kurt dropped nearly to his knees in front of Remy, nose pressing from his thigh and following a line upward toward -

His path diverted, and when Kurt stretched like a cat back to his full height, he was grinning widely with a stolen card - the King of Hearts - trapped between his teeth. Twisting fluidly, Kurt pushed himself back-to-chest with his dance partner and dragged those wandering hands back to the exposed fur of his waist and pressed himself back against a problem that had clearly escalated with these motions. The grinding turned more smug, more knowing, and Kurt's tail went back to play, this time teasing the hem of the other man's underwear.

Shocking though it was to end up in this position together, well... "You make a wonderful partner for dirty dancing, I must say..." The words came out breathless, barely audible over the music, though exposing the live-wire of his own arousal nonetheless. "Don't stop."

[onlyathief]

“How many shots would it take for you to sleep with me ?”

"zéro, mon bijou."

[am4zon]

@onlyathief said: tell me a story.

❛ I know many stories. ❜ From memory, Diana could recite to you many tales of heroes and monsters; perhaps wisdom is the realization of what a thin line separates who is who. She tilts her face, a quiet fondness quirking upon her lips. Which story should she tell? Her mouth opens as though to choose, before her lips press together once more. She smiles, mostly to herself. ❛ I just wish they had better endings. ❜

[onlyarogue]

@onlyathief sent ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare .

It was a hard mission without a happy ending to buoy optimism in the choppy wake of its end. Rogue hadn’t wanted anything else when the team got home beyond a bath for her sore muscles and to fall into bed. Luckily, the rest of the team either agreed or knew how to read her moods well enough to give the girl her space.

Sleep came but it dragged along a less desired plus one. In her dreams, visions twisted into an amalgam of Rogue’s own tortured past and bad memories she absorbed from others. On top of it all was a dash of whatever hell her fiendish brain concocted.

After unconsciously thrashing and struggling against her sheets, Rogue bolted upright in bed. She barely bit back a full fledged scream in the process of waking. As her brain slowly processed that she had only been dreaming in her own bedroom, Rogue also sluggishly noted that she wasn’t alone in the darkness. She recognized those red eyes above her.

“Remy?” She panted, brows pulling together. She could have asked the Cajun what he was doing in her room. If she had been that loud. Any number of questions. Instead, Rogue simply put her face in her hands and cried.

[sanatoris]

. No, he couldn’t catch them in the act of stealing his pen, but he definitely was able to feel it moving as it got snatched. A sigh escapes his lungs, not heavy, not out of annoyance, just relieving before he replies, a small smile on his face, eyes stealing a look at them before returning to his phone to dismiss the alarm.   ❝  Have I ever argued that?  ❞   His hand gestures for them to return his property.   ❝  Besides, who said you’re a pretty face to begin with?  ❞   He teases jokingly, the smile widening a little at his own words.  

@onlyathief : ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ | accepting

[miidnighters]

@onlyathief | continued from ☾

Idly, she wonders what he thinks she's done. Was the way he just witnessed her break a man's nose without touching him? Maybe he'd think differently if she trapped him in his own nightmares for a week (he can't know about that though. No one does, save for the poor sap who was the subject of that particular ire).

Still, that's not exactly the point.

"Do you think? That's good. I guess I'm excused then."

[jewelstole]

onlyathief asked: Imagine Remy and Selena meeting and realizing they are both cat burgulars and cat parents smh

selina and remy together would truly be a force to be reckoned with. dealing with one of them is enough .. two ? double trouble.

[panhelleniios]

@onlyathief — continued from here!

“Oh, no, my friend — I will not leave you here to suffer!” Hercules certainly won't let his own mistake ruin someone's day — or let someone be hurt while under his watch. That's the opposite of what the god of heroes is meant for — especially with people like Remy and his allies, heroes in their own rights. 

“I apologize once again for dropping you,” he's already reaching for Remy, holding an arm out for him to grab on to. Given the need, he'll scoop him right back up to carry him properly. “Typically I do not make a habit of dropping others — unless they deserve it.”

He pauses. That could be taken wrong. He's supposed to be making an effort to be more considerate, not quite so reckless as years prior. 

“You did not deserve it.”

Nice save. Unlike the previous act of dropping someone he's meant to be helping.

[drekkavac-moving]

Hiii u r stunning jj and I'm so happy to see you on my dash 😭😭😭

Outstanding!!

BAE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! you too are just a STUNNING presence here on my dash , each & every one of your lovely blogs & muses. absolutely in love with the ones i've seen so far , & i just cannot wait for the threads we write. so happy to have met you on here & looking forward to a growing friendship.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

SO CLINT, why does remy call you BABYGIRL? -chin hands-

Send my muse "why does [NAME] call you babygirl?" for their reaction!

"Listen anon, I don't know what you're talking about. If it had happened - again had - it would be because I was drunk, horny, and I don't mean to brag but I'm damn pretty...and I was getting some damn good sex out of it. Whether it would continue to happen afterwards is another thing. But again, didn't happen. It's all hypothetical."

It happened. He just doesn't want to admit it yet.

@onlyathief

[mcarter]

@onlyathief sent: [ SHIELD ]: sender throws themselves over the receiver's body to shield them from an attack. | prompt

It happened so fast, as all unexpected things do (and lately, bloody everything is unexpected). Getting pulled out of the ice and thawed out? Very unexpected. Being both welcomed into the world and hated for it at the same time? Unexpected. She'd heard to expect the unexpected, but that was supposed to be for surprise parties and Christmas gifts...

"What are you doing --" she began to shout, though she was soon on the ground, and the air smelled of smoke.

A man throwing himself atop her, and behind him, the sound of a vehicle exploding? Unexpected.

Her heart was still thudding from the rapid-fire events as she sat up, brown eyes flickering from the man who had thrown himself atop her -- saved her, really -- to the smoldering car in the background.

"I think that makes me an insurance risk," she sighed, resting back on her palms. "But it also makes you my lifesaver. How did you know...?"