#remy lebeau

[desperatelyneedcoffee]

Logan and Remy with smeared red lipstick on their lips just heading back to their rooms. Logan kissing Morph because he likes them and Remy because his cat obsession makes him feel the need to cuddle and kiss every cat he sees

Kitty kisses

Needless to say they are more careful morphing into animals around the mansion after that.

Got inspired by a post post from @guyzone comparing morph to this post v.

[anti-climactic]

[ashesfordayz]

Logan was just trying to drink in peace but of course a certain Cajun had other ideas 😏

[zillabean]

Was trying to doodle Gambit but I accidentally made his hair big enough to be a member of Jem and the Holograms ♥️♠️♦️♣️

[a-roguish-gambit]

Nightcrawler week: alternate universe

Want to do something big for the AU day. Some of my turn of the century au.

It doesn’t matter if they’re heroes they still get perceived as monsters… even while fighting them

[burningfudge]

Rogue (1995) #1

[punkerduckiememes]

I don't blame you Rogue.

[malreau]

Queuing up some old fanart while I focus on traditional art and being offline for a while.

This is a pretty old piece, but I still really like it

[crawlnighter]

X-men '97 as text posts

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[dollwrites]

Remy Lebeau with video 1 please 😫🙏🏽

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, established relationship, sleepy sex, cock worship, ball sucking hehe, spit kink, facial. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ video ref ( nsfw twt link ). please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

you hadn’t woken up to the sound of the door creaking open, and Remy’s bootsteps were virtually silent as he crossed the shared bedroom— old habits from his days in the Thieves Guild. now, of course, he could’ve stripped his gear and crawled into bed, pulled your sleeping form into a loving embrace and drifted off himself. however, the Cajun had much more than sleep on his mind.

his weight is what first stirred you; carefully sinking his knees into the mattress on either side of your head, caging your face between powerful, warm thighs. he knows how to pin you without crushing you, thankfully, so the position isn’t uncomfortable, even as you’re startled awake.

“Remy…?” your eyelids flutter, threatening to open, but your nostrils were already filling with the familiar scent of your lover as you inhale. you squirm underneath him, but not to wriggle free— simply to stretch, turning your face to nuzzle your face against his bare thigh. pressing a soft, drowsy kiss to it, you can feel the muscles tighten just beneath his skin as if they’re dancing for you.

“Sh, sh, sh,” Remy drawls in a husky rumble from somewhere deep within his chest. “I know you’re sleepy, chére, but Gambit needs to use dat pretty face a’yers real quick like. Gambit been thinkin’ ‘bout it all night.”

you start to speak, begin to offer to wake up fully. after all, the possibility of fucking Remy could pull you out of even the sweetest dreams. “Do you want me to—?”

“Gambit wants ‘cha ta just lay back, ain’t gotta do nothin’,” he assures with a low sigh. “Let me just play with my petit, d’accord?”

that was when Remy laid the weight of his cock across your face. he was already rock hard, you noticed. he must’ve been playing with himself prior, and the visage of him standing in the dark doorway, pumping his cock to the sight of you blissfully unaware and asleep fills your mind. almost as if instinct spurred you to do so, your mouth opens. barely awake, but you wanted to suck on him, you couldn’t help yourself. he didn’t guide the tip to your mouth; instead, his palm presses against the shaft, and his hips rock forward, rutting against your countenance. however, he doesn’t miss how you expect your mouth filled. “Feelin’ greedy, too, chére?” he teases with a chuckle, “Need somethin’ to keep that sweet mouth busy?”

your eyelids are heavy so they stay closed, drunk off Remy’s arousal and musk, overwhelmed and surrounded, but you nod, jaw hanging slack as you welcome the opportunity. “Uh huh…” your tongue breaches, smearing over the throbbing veins beneath his skin, lapping at the cock splayed across your face.

Remy shifts above you, inching up further as his free hand cradles his base and balls, guiding the latter to your waiting lips, that envelops the sensitive sac with no hesitation. he hisses through his teeth. “There ya go, chére,” it was almost a plea, and his hips jerk forward, thrusting against your features again. “Just like dat.” Remy’s balls are heavy and warm, decorated with sparse, dark hair that matches the bed in his groin that the base of his cock springs from. your cheeks hollow as you suckle, mouth full, and you feel a slow drip trickling on to your cheek. at first, your brows twitch and furrow, before you realize that it’s Remy above you, drooling spit across your face and his cock, then smearing it in with his hand, taking a moment to pump the organ one more time before bracing it again. with his hips undulating at a leisurely, savoring pace, he uses your face to get off, creating a U with his hand to craft a makeshift tunnel against your features to slide through. “Keep on suckin, petit. Dat mouth is pure heaven.”

you’re grateful for his lazy rhythm much unlike when he’s in a frenzy because of how drowsy you still are, but your core soaks to the symphony of his pants and grunts, the way his purrs when you suck hard and attempt to swirl your tongue around the nut in your mouth, and his heavy and euphoric sighing. forcing one eye open, your blink to clear your blurred vision, just to catch a glimpse of your lover. Remy was a looming figure above you, shoulders hunched as he forced himself to take his time, thick dark brows furrowed and his handsome features twisted in pleasure. the nonessential hand had since found purchase against the headboard to support himself, his muscles taught and bulging. though the room was too dark to tell for sure, you were almost certain his cheeks were sporting the familiar rosy tint they typically held when he was reaching the peak of pleasure. his head drops forward, his crimson gaze catches you admiring him, and his parted lips etch up into a pleased grin.

“Might wanna keep them pretty eyes shut, chére,” he warns, only half playfully, grinding his teeth in preparation of the impending orgasm, “Gambit gonna make a mess a’ya real soon...”

and make a mess of you is exactly what he did. though you were disappointed that you would miss out on the visual feast that was Remy cumming, you obediently allowed your eye to fully close again, and just in time for Gambit to let out a shuddering groan. his abdomen muscles contracted, balls tightening against your tongue, as he thrusts against your face more erratically, unable to keep himself completely in check. you let out a happy, albeit muffled, mewl when streamers of Remy’s spunk paints your features. the release isn’t explosive; he doesn’t shoot a hefty load like usual. instead, the extract oozes from his throbbing cock head and dribbles over your cheek, globs rolling down over your lips. releasing his sufficiently sticky, worshiped balls, you tilt your head back against the pillow and open your mouth even wider to allow the escaping beads to drip on your tongue, an intoxicating saliva and cum cocktail that you eagerly sip from. your thighs clench together upon feeling yourself getting wetter as you take your man’s orgasm, your core’s aching becoming more and more glaringly apparent. you wanted— no, you needed Remy to give your pussy some attention.

Remy exhales a breath he’d been holding in, ragged and a half moan, and takes hold of his strong base again, smearing his satisfied cock across your face, rubbing the warm, stickiness of his essence over every inch of your face, before taking a moment to give your plushy cheek a couple of gentle, playful spanks with his spongy, bulbous tip. a mischievous sparkle glints against abysmal scleras as he hears the wet smack, and marvels in the way you turn your open mouth, hoping to take his dick into your mouth. “You sure are a needy lil thing, ain’tcha, petit?” he teases, tracing the shape of your open mouth with his tip. the tender slit beads with the last of his deposit, leaving a deliciously salty taste on your tiers. “Can’t even wake up all the way, but still tryin’ to take more?” Remy snorts a heavy breath in amusement through his nose as he caresses your messy cheek, mumbling in a fond drawl, “Well, how could Gambit say no to such a pretty, pliant display?”

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Gambit in X-Men 97

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Some Logan design ideas. Rogue styles her hair based on his, using a bun to make it look shorter and twisting it so the ends stick up like his naturally do.

[talieee]

Card Tricks (Remy Labeau x Reader)

A/N: bro i wont lie this kinda sucks but I loved thinking about it in my head so i hope you like this too! couldnt bring myself to write the nsfw bit into this version but i think I eventually will come up with the audacity...? tbd. if you enjoy please reblog im very scared of putting this out there but if people like it ive got more where this came from. I'd like to thank @thirtysomethingloser92 for being that voice in me just fucking all and writing this :') youre my biggest remy inspo love you all <3

warnings: mild fixation of hands ( god i love them so much)

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It was one of those rare days where absolutely nothing was happening,a comfortable silence whelmed the mansion with the occasional muttering of some passing students. The professor had decided on a short weekend for everyone and many had taken the opportunity to spend it in their rooms.You sat comfortably on the large sofa of the common area of the x mansion, headphones in listening to some podcast and sketching out a design on a little notepad, oblivious to the menace that is Remy Labeau, who unbeknownst to you, had spotted you whilst he was wandering around aimlessly.

“Cher~” 

he sashays towards you, hand reaching into his coat pocket to draw out a deck of cards, fiddling as he approaches. He stops right in front of you and awaits your response. You, now recognizing that someone is calling out, moved to pluck out your headphones; looking up to the source of the voice and finally acknowledging Remy silently. Remy, unfazed by the lack of a vocal response, moves to sit down next to you. His hands shuffled and manoeuvring the cards skillfully, “wanna see Gambit do a lil card trick?” 

“Hm ...be my guest pretty boy, wow me” You shuffle around to face him, abandoning the notepad and the headphones to focus on Remy’s deck of cards. 

You watch a small smirk press itself on his face, before he briefly shuffles the cards and hands you the deck “pick a card cher, and don't show it to me. Then put it back in and shuffle to your liking”

You squint in suspicion, repeating what he had instructed, taking a glance and returning the deck to him.

Remy nods a soft thanks, eyes glinting mischievously as he takes the deck back. He then starts to shuffle and cut the cards, his hands moving swiftly and nimbly. His eyes occasionally glance up at you before returning to the deck, watching your face for any kind of change in expression. You, completely fixated on the way he shuffles, could not help admiring the nimble fingers; thin and lengthy, gliding across the cards calmly seemingly bending the deck to his will. Remy almost immediately picked this up; very much enjoying the glances on his fingers and the very obvious gulp and licking of lips that he could not help but smirk and comment on, “like whatcha see cher?” his voice low and thick with the classic Cajun he carried about. You hum in agreement, continuing to focus on his movements. Eventually he finishes shuffling after a few more unnecessary movements, cutting the deck and setting both decks down on the table.

“Which one dya think it is hm?”

You think carefully , “why am I choosin’, you're the magician-”

Remy chuckles, “ butcha a smart one ma belle, i'm sure you know where it is~”

You frown “you're just gonna make me tell you the card i picked and scour for it?”

Remy mock pouts looking at you with those red eyes “awhhh cher tsk you've gotta have a little more faith in lil old gambit~” you roll your eyes and scoff at his response” ~maybe i've found it a’ready and m just messin witcha….ya disappointed?”

You couldn't help but chuckle “i'm disappointed that you're takin this long..” 

Remy feigns offence “and i thought you were enjoying the show ma belle….” he sighs, gesturing at the decks again. 

You squint at the deck judgmentally, and eventually point to the left deck “that one”

Remy hums, reaching to draw the first card of the left deck, displaying….the exact card you had drawn. “This one?” You nod, applauding “heh, toldya you're smart enuf” he chuckles, picking up the remaining of the deck and keeping the deck, basking in the applause. “See cher? Trust and faith”

You scoffed crossing your arms, “never doubted pretty boy”

Gambit’s smirk only grows wider, both at your words and the nickname you’ve chosen to address him as.

“Pretty boy, eh? You’re not so bad yourself, ma belle.” He hides the cards, now crossing his arms expectantly “Now that I’ve impressed you with my card trick, how about you show me one of yours? I’m sure you have a few tricks up your sleeve, petite…"

You couldn't help but giggle, “ what's this show and tell?” but promptly giving into his request, pulling out your deck of cards “hows abouts i read your fortune pretty boy?”

Remy raises a brow, clearly intrigued. He grins as he leans in a bit, resting his chin on one hand. "Oh? Now you've got my attention. You'd read my future, ma belle?" You nod and begin to shuffle the tarot cards, nothing as showy as Gambit’s was, shuffling and closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths to maintain a calming presence to the shuffling deck; after all, maintaining a calm allows the cards to pick up on the other being read upon.

“Impressive. I hope my future isn't as bleak as some fortune tellers have claimed." Slowly, you spread the cards thin across the table before turning to Remy.

“Heh” you joke “I don't know Remy...ya giving off some hella bad juju” Remy chuckles, amused by your bluntness "Bad juju, eh? Ouch. And here I thought you were starting to like me, petite."

You ignore his comment, “Pick three of them and turn them as you see fit.” 

Remy grins, his smirk never seeming to leave his face. He looks at the cards in front of him, eyeing them carefully. With a chuckle, he reaches out and tentatively picks 3 cards, flipping them over as you collect the deck to study the three he had chosen and you couldn't help but laugh at the irony of his statement, “well this one” you begin, pointing to the first card: the Death. “This sucks but...its the first card so it describes your past…?” You mutter and look at him for confirmation. Remy lets out a low whistle, most definitely not expecting something as accurate as that.

“Well Cher ...couldn't be closer to the truth yea?” 

“Have faith in me yea?” you replied, mimicking his earlier comment which had made him chuckle as you glance at the second card: The Five of Cups, inverted. “What does that mean?” Remy picks it up, waving it and glancing at the design. You snatched it from him as you noticed the tell tale sign of his purple hues of him charging the card “do not charge my cards Labeau-” Remy raises his hand in surrender ��-now this card suggests your current state of being…which isn't the best. This symbolises a sort of disruption in your life and you feel disconnected…perhaps its time for you to focus on yourself labeau..”

Remy’s smirk slowly fade as you comment. “I feel highly targeted by al’ this- its like ‘m an open book for ya cher…which I very much am not”

You ignore his comment, clearly moving onto this last card would perhaps lift his spirits up: The Ace of Cups. “This” you say softly “This is your future…” Remy turns his attention to the third card. The card that represents love and happiness. He stares at it for a moment, then looks at you. The smirk from earlier returning to his face “love an’ happiness? Quite unexpected i’d say chere…not quite what i was expecting”

You shrug, taking away the cards and offering them to Remy to fiddle with “well, expect the unexpected Labeau”

He takes the cards, flipping through all of them to glance at all their different designs as he continued “hmmm~ you really know what to say to cheer a man up ma belle...would you be able to read on who would be involved in the ‘love and happiness’?” 

You motion towards the cards, and he returns them to you and draws the first card per your instructions: The Queen of Wands. You glance at it, humming, “hm, someone who’s upbeat, courageous…someone who seems to be able to play with their strengths and weaknesses….”

Remy listens and acknowledges, playing with the card that he had drawn, “so jus’ someone like me but in more control of their’ lives yea cher?” unconsciously, he had begun charging the card but you’d been distracted shuffling to get more comfortable on the sofa that when you realised the issue it was too late. Remy had put down the card and the moment his hand left the card- bomfph. A cloud of purple smoke puffed up on the table, and the both of you moved to swat away the cloud. 

“Remy Labeau I told you-”

“M’ so sorry cher I didn’t mean to-”

“Meow”

The both of you stopped abruptly and glanced at the table. In place of the card was now an orange cat- but it had a slight glowy tinge to it. A sharp breath was sucked in…would it attack? It tilted its head at the two of you and lept right into Remy’s arms, purring as it rubbed itself against him, kneading its paws before curling up on his lap.

“Thats….what the-” you sputter “Gambit what the hell did you do to my card” 

“Cher I don't know, does ya think lil ol’ Gambit knew he was capable of creating this??” he motions to the cat, whispering softly trying not to wake it up but completely failing. The oyen arose, shuffling towards you instead and repeating its process and eventually curling up to sleep. The both of you immediately plunged into silence, completely unsure of what to do. The cat, now completely asleep and in peace in your lap and clearly had no intentions of harming. 

“Gambit thinks he should-” “Remy Labeau if you leave me with a glowing cat I will come for you and you will pay for abandoning your problem”

"...does this mean this is our child"

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[bellamer]

Gambit: Decades later and Magneto still has a hold on the Professor. That’s some serious dick energy right there.

Cyclops: Whats dick energy ?

Gambit: How is it I know and you don’t ? It’s when a man’s stroke is so enchanting that the ghost of his penis sort of haunts your nether regions like an old house.

Cyclops: I guess I haven’t had that pleasure.

Gambit: Well I sling serious dick energy, and I don’t even have one

Beast: I would appreciate it if you could stop talking about this at the breakfast table

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