#remy x male reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

I had this idea, because I was doing some crochet.

A reader who had made a lot of crochet stuff for all the X-MEN (most of it was requested from them to the reader) and Logan noticed everyone had something handmade except him. His bratty side kicks in and he wants something from the reader. (though the reader can make him a cardigan cause he is a grandpa or like a glove that has holes for his claws so he doesn't reap them apart) you can go feral with it 👀

Scott Summers, Kurt Wagner, Remy LeBeau, Robert “Bobby” Drake, Logan Howlett

Headcanons

Theres too many x-men, so I just,,,added my faves *blush blush* I also decided to write a little thing for everybody, like my CoD posts.

Crochet was your passion, something to do in your free time when mutant-kind wasn’t in danger. And with online shopping, it was so easy to get all the yarn and different hooks, patterns and recipes you might need.

So, of course you also feel the need to make stuff for all the people you care about. After filling your own room and wardrobe with all the stuff you could crochet, your yarn empire started to fill your friends closets and rooms too.

Scott Summers

For Scott you end up crocheting a couple of hats, and multiple pairs of gloves. Some you already had laying around, and just decided to throw into the pile.

What could you say? You were scared he was gonna freeze his ears when he went around in his visor. This meant you crocheted different hats depending on if he wore his visor or his shades, hats that wouldn’t get too in the way.

It was a little hard for Scott to be a leader in the colorful creations you made, but everyone knew it was just your way of showing you cared. So, it made sense for the leader of the team to get the first gifts.

After a while Scott will wear the things, you make even if it isn’t too cold outside, even working it into his everyday outfits if he needs a little bit of accessories. Sometimes a hat really helps with the look, you know?

Kurt Wagner

For Kurt you make a scarf. It was a crochet of the moment. You two were on a stakeout, which took way longer than planned, in a pretty cold place. So, you pulled out your crochet stuff and started going at it.

Before you knew it, there was a comfortable scarf in your hands. You had been smart enough to dress correctly for the mission, but Kurt hadn’t, so of course the scarf when around his neck. You may also have scolded him a bit for not dressing right for the mission.

Kurt absolutely loves the scarf, and will wear it whenever its even just a little chilly outside. It makes you want to make him even more, especially when he starts getting sad about the first one fraying apart.

In the end he has as many scarfs as Scott has hats. One for every weather, in different colors, so he can match them with whatever he’s wearing.

Remy LeBeau(and Anna Marie)

For Remy you end up making him a hoodie, in his usual colors. It had mainly been a spur of the moment creation on your end, since you just had a lot of yarn in that color laying around.

It hadn’t even really been made with Remy in mind, but our beloved Cajun was quick to swoop in and take it off your hands when you weren’t sure what to do with it. and you, just wanting to make stuff for others, are more than happy to let him.

He wouldn’t wear it every day, but you do see him snuggle up in the warm yarn hoodie whenever it starts to get chilly. Hes also more than happy to use it as an excuse to snuggle with Anna Marie, using it as some kind of silly flirt.

In the end you make Anna Marie a matching hoodie, making it a little too big for her, as well as making it the same colors as Remy, so they can switch hoodies whenever they want. Its kinda like getting to hug Remy, in a way, so Anna Marie enjoys it.

Robert “Bobby” Drake

You make Bobby a blanket, it’s as easy as that. You actually end up making him multiple blankets. You didn’t really have an understanding if his mutation made him even able to feel cold, or if it made him feel extra cold?

So, the first blanket was placed by the door to his room, since you didn’t wanna invade his privacy. Bobby may not feel cold, but he loves the blanket anyways, especially since you try your best to make it in his favorite colors, or featuring different stuff he likes.

Its actually Bobby that asks if you can make him a second blanket, since he needs to wash the first one and has gotten so used to having the heavy yarn blanket on top of his other blankets at night. And you, being the great person you are, immediately get to work.

He ends up with a bit of a collection of blankets over the years, though most of them stay in his closet since he can’t really use all of them at once. He does pull them out when the x-men are doing movie nights and stuff like that though.

Logan Howlett

It took a while for Logan to realize he was the only one who hadn’t been given anything you crocheted. And… He’s not mad obviously, why would he be, it’s just crochet. He’s maybe a little jealous though, somewhere under all that gruffness.

He wouldn’t say anything, Logans way too proud for that, but he does start hovering around a bit whenever you crochet, just to look… nothing else.

There are also of course some jokes from the others about how he hasn’t been given anything, so you must not like him, or it’s because he’s always coming and going as he pleases so he’s never there at the right time to swoop in for the kill (whatever you made).

Of course, he denies hating you, or wanting anything you make. But the jokes just reach you, and it horrifies you somewhat. What if Logan really thinks you hate him? That would be the worst, because of course you don’t. the only reason you hadn’t made anything for him was because he wasn’t in front of your face, and you were a little scatterbrained when you made stuff.

You didn’t want to be too obvious about your plans, so you try to subtly get his measurements, and just kinda go off of that. Luckily the x-men system has some stuff you can use noted down. In the end you make him a nice grey cardigan, with those big pockets on the sides. It does not go above your head that it’s the kinda stuff you’d see a grandpa wear. But you think he would like it anyway.

Logan finds the cardigan by his door, like you leave all your gifts. And no, he doesn’t jump up and down or cheer, but he does give a more positive sounding gruff noise than usual.

He may also have been preening just a little the next day when he wore it, just because it felt nice to be thought about, okay? Nothing else.

It also just makes you happy to see him enjoy it so much, so you end up making him some other stuff too. Who’d have thought he would love blankets and throwpillows so much. It ends up in his “not a nest” bed pile. He also enjoys the gloves with holes for his claws too, so they were worth all the hard work.

[kaysithekoolest]

I've been losing my mind recently over a certain Cajun man. I don't know how long I can hold myself back from writing something for him 😖

Send me prompts you like or certain requests 💜!

[starboye]

starring: gambit x male reader

request: could you write about how everyone (all the xmen) think that the reader is the dom/top in the relationship even though its actually gambit and gambit gets tired of it so he makes reader moan loudly to show who's actually the dom? Kinks honestly you can do what you want but just can you add dumbification (I really just wanna be shit talked to by gambit 😭) If you want to add anything else you can!!

warnings: smut, rough sex, dumbification, cursing, ass slapping, slight cum denial, possessive, daddy kink

it wasn't your fault that everyone thought you were the dom of the relationship i guess they just thought you had kind of energy in you but every time they brought it up as a joke to remys jaw and fist would clench tighter than ever and he could feel his blood boiling.

when logan would lose to him in a training fight he'd tease remy with a "yeah what ever how 'bout you go get fucked by your little boyfriend or whatever" and remy just wanted to grab you and fuck you in front of them all,showing them how his boy actually is behind closed doors taking his dick.

you now walked into the kitchen to find everyone talking and enjoying their meals as remy cooked for them "woop woop look who it is mr y/n the gambit fucker" nightcrawler taunted teleporting to you with a cloud of smoke, as soon as remy heard this you could feel his whole energy change from happy to annoyed, i mean there was nothing you could do to stop them from thinking you were the dom.

but remy knew just the way to fix it, he stomped over to you and roughly grab your arm before dragging you to your guys shared room, logan could smell the lustful pheromones on the man as he walked past "so everyone thinks you fuck me huh well i'll show them" remy says stripping naked and pulling you into a heated kiss as he stripped you clothes off.

"remy c'mon there'es no ne-" you tried to stop him knowing the ensuing outcome of this all would be you getting fucked senseless "shut up i just need to prove those little fuckers wrong" remy roughly says pushing you onto the bed and arching your back down so your ass sticks up to him as he slapped his dick on your hole "you want me to fuck you" remy smirks "yes daddy please" you whimper at the sight of it.

"ohhh fuck" remy groans with shudders as he slides in, his spit acting as lube "mm fuck you feel so good" you say laying your face into the bed to silence your moans as he begins thrusting into you, usually he'd start off pretty slow but the need to show everyone who the dominant one is has him going at an ungodly pace into you.

"nuh uh baby let them hear those pretty moans" remy says pulling your hair to lift your head from the pillows as you moan out loudly "yeah keep going just like that" remy coos kissing your cheek to apologize for the ensuing pain before he starts going faster and faster with your moans growing and growing with each plap.

at this point the whole mansion could hear your moans and it was becoming insufferable, some people covering there ears to try and stop hearing while others just left the place for some peace and quiet, you felt most ad for logan and professor x who could hear better than anyone and sadly they were trying there best to stop listening to the sex but they just couldn't get away from it.

your ass was sore and your hole was gushing with remys cum as he didn't want to stop fucking you "such a dumb fucking whore for letting them think you were fucking me" remy spits out gripping your face to turn and look at him "now look at you moaning out my name while i mold your little hole to the perfect shape of my cock" he chuckles seeing your sweaty and tear ridden face from the rough sex.

all you could do was babble and moan at his words, to far gone to even understand what he was saying you just knew he wasn't going to slow down till every one heard you moaning his name, if anything you blamed scott for starting the rumor that you fucked remy after he walked past your room and heard remy moaning your name and ran to tell everyone else.

really what happend was you were teasing remy that night, edging him to the point of cumming just to stop but that story is one for another day not now, you begged remy to stop "i think they got the point rem please i need a break" you said with a hiccup, it felt like your hole was gonna split in two from the amount of force he was using while he abused your spongy walls "mm i dont know should i, i mean for a slut like yourself id expect you to love every inch of this dick" remy laughs.

you whined at his words "how 'bout this say my name and ill cum and stop" he say with a sinister smile, you thought this was gonna be hella easy but the moment you said the first letter remy fucked you roughly making you moan out instead, this motherfucker was teasing you on "oh come on baby i know in that pretty little mind of your you know it" remy taunts tapping the side of your head with his fingers.

"i... i do" you pant "it's re- fuck" you say getting cut off by his cock gliding past your good spot to the point you saw stars floating in the room "mm mm wrong name darling" he whispers in your ear and you could hear the smirk on his face "fuck you" you roll your eyes "oh but you're the only one getting fucked here, pretty good might i add" he says pushing you back down into the bed, you rutted your hips against the fabric of the blanket.

"hey did i say you could do that" remy sternly says now pinning your arms behind your back and lifting your ass up to have your dick dangle in the air aching hard "say my name" he orders smacking your ass making more precum fall from your cock "da... daddy" you moan "louder" remy says now slamming into you "daddy" you yell out "one more time for me handsome" remy groans on the edge of his climax "DADDY" you moan loudly, remy now spilling his thick load into you as he still has a rough grip on you.

after a couple seconds he pulls his twitching cock out of you slowly, watching the cum drip out of you "now who's hole is this" he asks spanking your ass to jolt you up "yours remy" you weakly answer "that's right and never forget it" remy says crawling up to cuddle you.

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[unluckiestmember]

Could I request headcanons for Remy, Kurt, and Logan reacting to his shy GN s/o asking him if they can sit on his lap in private nervously please?

Coming right up!

Sitting on their lap: X-Men '97 Daddies X Reader

Characters: Remy LeBeau/Gambit, Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler and Logan/Wolverine.

Warning: Some suggestive themes, but other than that, none. SFW.

A/N: Whose lap are you sitting on? I might sit on Gambit's, he seems like he'd have a balance between flirty and sweet.

Gambit

“Hey, Mon Cher! What are you thinking about in that pretty head of yours?… You want to sit on my lap? Well, then by all means! Make it your personal throne!”

When you first asked Remy if you could try sitting on his lap, he was a bit surprised. But of course he wasted no time opening himself up to you to take a seat. At first, he mainly kept his hands to himself but then when he could tell you were getting used to it, he wrapped his arm around your body and began to kiss along your cheek and your neck teasingly.

Sometimes he’ll use you sitting in his lap to flirt with you. Just to see if he can get your blood pumping, if you catch his drift. But most times, he’s just being a soft guy, rubbing his nose against your cheek, sneaking in some quick kisses along your lips and laying his head on your shoulder. Gambit will try to keep your antics on the low, but sometimes he just can’t help but hold you in public. You two are so cute the rest of the X-Men are sure they’ll get cavities just by looking at the cute display that is you and your boyfriend. Not that Remy cares- He’s too busy being on cloud nine with you so close to him!

Nightcrawler

“Was ist los, Sonnenblume?… Oh! Y-You want to sit on me? Um, I-I guess it wouldn’t hurt, no?”

Kurt was a bit hesitant when you first asked him to sit on his lap. He asked countlessly if you were sure of doing so before you could even try to sit next to him. After so much reassurance to the point you sounded like a broken record, he finally allowed you to sit on his lap. At first, it was awkward silence with the cute blue devil trying so hard to not lay his hands in any way onto you out of fear of being perceived as perverted or sexual. But as soon as you guide his hands to wrap around you, he just melts into you while you sit in the embrace of his arms.

Whenever you sit on his lap, he’ll always be shocked by the sudden action, but will immediately hold you close and just talk to you about his day if he’s not asking about your own. Sometimes he’ll find you ruffling his hair to make him ease up by laying his head onto your shoulder. In those moments, you find yourself appreciating the gentleness of your boyfriend, especially knowing you can make him relax after a long day of work.

Wolverine

“You wanna take a seat on my lap? Heh. Well who am I to say no? Get over here.”

Logan wasted no time grabbing you by your hand and guiding you onto his lap. His hands sat on your waist, watching your every move as you tried to avert your gaze from him to no avail. He loves when you sit against him because it’s always the perfect moment for him to make you blush a beet red at his sweet nothings being whispered into your ear. If he’s not using his voice to get you all riled up, he can rely on his thumbs brushing along your hips to do the trick.

Outside of his suggestive motives, sometimes he’ll just talk to you while you sit on his lap. Expect him to turn you around so you two are face to face and he can stare into your eyes and your fingers brush through his wild hair. Of course, there will be moments where Logan proceeds a makeout session with you sitting on him, whether you two are in private or not. He likes to make it known that you are his and vice versa because not only does he love to see Scott being pissed off by what he has, but he also likes to show you off as the precious jewel you are.

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[luvsickbugs]

TRENCH COAT

Character: Remy 'Gambit' Lebeau x male reader

Plot: What happens in vegas stays in vegas.

Warnings: Smut, Top Remy, Bottom male reader, Mentions of riding, Mentions of rogue, hair pulling, vibrating hands (idk honestly, i think i saw it in a tweet once.) Dick size gets mentioned and there is alot of teasing, kinda actually has a plot. (I think that's it, I wrote his accent like mine is and how people around me sound, i tried to even add extra twang hopefully its good!!)

The bathroom door pushes open and Remy's snores come to a halt as the light shined across his face, He groans and rub his face. He leans up on his elbows and squints his eyes, His face quickly heats up when his eyes focus on the man in the doorway.

His eyes dart up and down at the clothes you were wearing-- You were only wearing two pieces of clothes but the sight of them was making everything on him go warm.

You were wearing those tight white boxers that Rogue had got you as a gag gift for valentines and a trenchcoat- his trenchcoat. It looked perfect on you, It fit you wonderfully, Not too big or too small.

His mouth dried up as his lips stretched into a grin, His eyes faltered for a second on the marks on your collarbones, "Somethin' 'bout you wearing my coat gives me a mighty big feelin' of possessiveness, cher." His eyes finally go back up to your face.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes, You had just grabbed the first thing you saw to cover yourself to go piss.

When you got closer to the bed, Remy hooked his fingers into the pockets on the side of the coat and tugged you forward till your knees hit the mattress. "Lemme cuddle for a bit." He wanted you against him, He already felt cold even though he had two thick blankets covering him. He wanted your legs between his and your hands in his hair, He wanted you all over him.

When the blankets were lifted, You crawled under the covers. Your legs naturally found Remy's legs and you threw one of your legs around his waist, He was warm. You felt his hand slip under the trenchcoat and laid flatly against your side, His fingers lightly tracing up and down. It felt nice, He felt nice against you.

Remy buried his face into your hair, He kissed your head before leaning back and cupping your jaw to stare at you, "Good mornin'," He grinned, "I feel like I got hit by that motorcycle of yers, Did ya really ride me that hard last night?" He leans down and kisses your forehead.

You laughed and pushed his face away, "Don't be so vulgar."

He leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, "Ain't vulgar if it's true," He kept eye contact with you, He knew eye contact made you squirm. "Besides, Gambit's only askin' a question."

He smirked when he watched you turn your head away from him, His hand that was under the trench coat dragged his fingers down till they grazed the waistband of your boxers. His smirk grew when he felt your hips move up against his fingers. "You usually wear more clothes than just gambits coats an' those tightey whiteys you call boxers."

"They aren't that tight." You mumbled, You felt the flush crawl up your neck and your heart was beating fast and the teasing fingertips dipping in and out of your waistband didn't help.

"They are tight," He hooked the waistband with his index finger, "Don't see why you feel the need to wear 'em so small. You tryin' to show off?"

Remy slipped his index out of the waistband and instead traced your obvious bulge, He felt you twitch under his fingertips, "They're almost indecent." He swallowed, He just wanted to take them off you and make you feel so good. You looked so pretty laying beside him, He could feel your fingers tracing his collarbones and it just made a shiver go down his spine and his own cock pushed against his boxers. "Might as well not even be there."

You wrapped your hand around his wrist-- God, He wants that hand to be wrapped around something else. Fucking your hand would be enough as long as you look up at him with those pretty eyes and talk to him and he'd be set. He just needed you. It has never mattered what way, He'd have you any way you'd let him.

A groan left you and your hand tightened around his wrist, You wanted to jut your hips against his hand for any friction, But you knew as soon you did that he'd pull his hand away. He was a bastard. "It's just the brand Rogue got."

Remy scoffs, He stares down at you and you squeeze his wrist tighter, He laughs softly, "They basically are see-through," He takes his free hand and drags it down your chest, "Can see more comin' out of these than out of those damn shorts on yer suit. Don't take that as complainin' 'cause I ain't."

"You aren't supposed to look at me doing missions."

"And you're not supposed to be fightin' in something so damn small," He murmured, "Can see yer everything, There ain't much left to the imagination."

He moved his free hand down your chest and cupped you, "You expectin' me to ignore a view like that when I know I'm the only one who's allowed to see it?"

Your breath hitched and your grip loosened on his wrist, "and rogue."

He squeezed you, Just to hear the small gasps, "Don't know how the hell she resists you sometimes." He grumbled, He watched as a small wet spot formed on the front of your boxers. He rubbed your tip through the fabric and your hips jutted up against him. He smirked and stopped moving his thumb.

Your hips jutted upwards again, You groaned when he pulled his hand fully away, "She has this nice thing called restraint and control."

Remy chuckles, He moved so he was positioned in between your legs and leaned over you to kiss you on your collarbone and up your neck. "I don't have an ounce of restraint or control, 'specially when it comes to you two, cher."

You leaned your head back and hummed, Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips against your skin, "You need to work on that."

He smiled against your skin, His hands grabbed at your sides, "It'd be a boring life if Gambit was on his best behaviour all the time."

A laugh escaped you when his stubble brushed against your jaw, "You drool when we stand close together and if we're in our suits, You melt."

The sound of your laugh made him grin, He closed his eyes and he just wanted to soak all of you in, He was smitten. "I'm only human, darlin', ain't got the same self-discipline as you." He kissed your jaw, He wanted to make you laugh again. "I oughta just start wearin' a bib."

"Besides," He murmured against your skin, His hand drifting back downwards, "I'm still holdin' up pretty well, All things considered."

Remy kissed every spot on your neck that he had missed last night, He grazed his teeth against your collarbone. He watched as you leaned your head back to give him more room.

"Are you?" Your voice was quiet and your eyes were closed, You were just focusing on him.

"You've currently got my hand in ya underwear," He squeezed against you and a gasp left you, The feeling shooting up your spine and your cock pushed more against his fingers. "My hard on pressin' against ya ass as we speak ... so, yes, I'd say I'm doing pretty well."

You grab onto his shoulders, Your fingers dig into the flesh and you spread your legs to wrap around his waist, You could feel him through his own underwear and it just made you want to whine. But you didn't want to fuel his ego, You physical had to swallow it down.

He grabbed onto your thigh, His fingers couldn't fully wrap around the flesh but just the sight of his slender fingers made you feel empty. "Vous allez me tuer, cher."

You felt yourself twitch, Fuck, You needed him and he obviously needed you.

You grab onto his hair and pull him to your face, "Get the lube," You whispered. "It's in my bedside table."

The response he gave you was a shaky breath as he leaned forward, which just made him push his dick more up against you. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you, It was sloppy. You could hear him fumbling in the drawer with his hand.

You tighten your hand in his hair, It was soft in between your fingers. You tugged the strands to make his head turn and give you more control in the messy kiss.

"Merde-" Remy groaned, He pulled back from the kiss and he was gasping for air. He glanced over to the bedside drawer and he wrapped his hand around the bottle. A shiver ran down his body and straight to his cock when he felt your lips against his jaw. He fumbled with the cap, But he just couldn't focus on opening the damn bottle. "Ya gonna have to let me sit up."

You kissed along his jaw line and whispered, "Just focus." You guided his head to turn the other way, You wanted to kiss every inch of him. You felt him shiver against you and gasp as you kept kissing his neck. Your fingers wrap around his jaw to keep his face still.

"Hard to do that when you keep doin' that." He grumbled, He's got the cap inbetween his teeth now and he's trying to pull it off.

"Condoms." You just remembered that those were needed, You blinked and leaned back and your hand trailed down from his jaw to his collar bone. You felt his throat move as he swallowed. "The large should be in the drawer."

Remy looked towards the drawer, The lube tube hanging from his mouth like a dog toy. You could see lube dripping down his chin from where his teeth pierced the plastic. He grabbed the condoms, Your hand still in his hair and you pulled him back towards you with it.

"Y'know," Remy pulled the lube from his mouth with one hand and the other hand had the whole box of condoms. "Gambit thinks ya got a kink for usin' ol' remy's hair as a damn leash."

"Works doesn't it?"

Remy lets the condoms box fall beside them, A few of them spilled out onto the sheets, "Can't argue with that," He gave your thigh a hard squeeze, "Just might have to return the favor, cher."

You raised a brow and brought your thumb to his chin and wipe off the lube that had dripped onto the skin, "You're just a mess," You mumble, "Is this shit even edible?"

His shoulders lifted then fell and his head dipped a inch to lick the lube off the tip and he tilted his head in mock thought, "It tastes like cherry," He nibbled on your thumb with a grin and he kept his red eyes on your own. "So it must be, no?"

You can't help the laugh that climbs out of your throat, Your lips stretched into a grin, "Give it here," You moved your hand away from his teeth, "Best make sure you won't fall over and die on me."

"I aint gonna die from some cheap lube," He huffed, But he tossed it onto your chest.

You flip the box, "Lucks on your side," You looked back at him, "Its a water based formula."

"Now," Remy smirked, "Let's get back to business, shall we, mon cher?" He placed his hands on each side of your head and leaned down to kiss you, He wanted to part your lips with his tongue, He wanted to taste you so fucking badly but he pulled back a few inches to whisper, "Top or bottom?"

You almost wanted to laugh, but you pursed your lips and answered, "You grabbed your condoms, So ill just bottom."

He immediately dipped his head and kissed your neck, He felt your adams apple move as you swallowed and he felt each breath you took, god, He could die doing this. "Just lemme-" He grabbed the lube and pulled his glove off with his teeth, He left his glove on once while jacking you off and it took forever to get the stains out. "just lemme finish preparin' and i'll give ya exactly what ya need."

He grabbed the underside of you knees and pulled them apart, "Merde," He swallowed as he stared at you with hunger in his pretty eyes, He added a ton of lube on two of his fingers and he dipped his hand in between your thighs. "So pretty." He whispered as he slipped a finger in, He watched as you turned your head away and covered your mouth with the palm of your hand.

Remy tsked, "Cher, We're going to have a word about all that noise that ain't being made." He leaned forward and snatched your hand away before curling his finger inside of you, His fingertip searching for that bundle of nerves.

"Fuck--"

"There it is!" He laughed, He nipped at the inside of your thigh, "Ya get too quiet sometimes."

"You talk too much," You grumble and your hips dug down and took more of his slender finger inside, "and don't do alot."

"You- We both know," He slid another finger in, "that's a damn lie."

He kissed on your thigh, "Don't go forgetting who makes sure ya don't walk normal for days after our little meetups, cher."

"Bit cocky," You gasped as you closed your eyes and you began to fuck yourself on the two fingers.

Remy's fingers move and he pushes against that bundle and then stops just to push everywhere around that spot, "When i'm right, I'm right." He grazed your thigh with his teeth, "You'll be the one walking funny, not gambit."

Your back lifted off the sheets as he taunted you with not pushing that bundle of nerves again, Your hips moved downwards trying to make him brush against it, Your dick was aching and you knew it was weeping precum at this point, You felt it dripping down the side.

Remy pulled out and wiped his fingers on the sheets as he grabbed one of the condoms with his other hand, "Taking that as a compliment," He grinned and he ran a hand through his hair and out of his face, "Though," He pulled the wrapper off, "your about to be able to tell how hot you are and how damn good remy is in--" He slipped the condom on and smirked as he looked down at you, "in thirty seconds or so."

He leaned forward and grabbed a pillow, "Iift up f'me," He shoved the pillow under your hips when you lifted them.

You wrapped your leg around his hip and the other found its place on his shoulder, His hands found their place on your knees again, He swallowed and looked up at the ceiling, "Careful," He looked back down, "Might just take this as you wanting it rough, mon cher."

He slowly pushed his hips forward and he felt you swallowing him whole and with a groan and after one pause he was fully in, His head dipped down and he murmured something in french that your ears couldn't catch.

Your hands climbed their way up his neck and back into his hair as your back lifted up and your mouth opened with a groan.

"Ya hellbent on destroying those perfectly styled tresses of mine, aint ya, cher?" He slipped out a few inches before pushing back in, His eyes rolled back in his head at the warm feeling of you around him.

Your hands pull his face down towards your own as your teeth dug into your bottom lip, He shook his head as he looked down at you, "No, no," He poked your cheek with his thumb, "youre gonna keep makin' those damn sweet sounds--"

Your lips met his and he gasped when your teeth sunk into his bottom lip, His hips jutted forward at the sting. You pulled back and he blinked, "oh." He leaned back down to get your lips against his again.

"faster," You murmur as your hand pushed at the back of his head to push him closer to you, You felt him twitch inside of you as he moved a hand down to your thigh, That gave you a wonderful idea. The leg around remy's hip pushed against the small of the red haired's back to push him deeper inside of you.

"Merde--" Remy whines, His lips brush against your chin as his head ducked down to stare at the place you two connect at. He moved his hips in a familiar pace, His hand tightened around your thigh as he tried to ground himself. You were just so warm and good and that fucking mouth of yours, jesus, you were going to kill him. "If ya aint good."

You kissed his forehead and his head shot up which gave you the perfect angle to kiss his jaw, which you gladly did. You placed sloppy kisses all over the flesh.

"Darlin'" His hips move quicker and his voice gets more whiny.

"hm?" Your kisses stop as you get closer to his ear. His dick drug pass that spot and your eyes fluttered as you moaned, Your fingers nails dug into scalp as you started to move your hips to met his and his head dipped down to bury itself against your neck, He kissed your skin, which made your turn your head to give him more room.

Your leg around his waist pushed against his back again which this time made him lurch forward and his stomach brushed against your abandoned cock, That made the feeling in your stomach get worse and your cock weeped even more. You opened your mouth to ask remy to touch you but all that came out was more moans.

"I aint gonna last another goddamn minute if you keep this up," His thrust grows faster and then it stops immediately. A whine escapes your throat as remy gasps for breath above you, "I gotta change the damn position, cher."

He kissed your neck and leaned back up, He looked down at you, He moved his thumb to hook inside of your mouth, "Don't worry," He murmured as he moved his thumb around your mouth covering it in spit, "You won't be empty for too long."

Your brows furrowed for a second but before you could even process a question he pulled out and rolled over so he was laying down beside you, His thumb slipped out of your mouth, now both your holes were empty, how annoying.

Remy pats his thigh, "Come on, darlin'," He beckoned you with a curl of his index finger, "Ride me."

"Not even a please?" You whispered. Not that he needed to beg, you would gladly ride him all night long if he so wished.

"Ya know damn well the please is heavily implied." He grumbled, He moved his hands to his side as you climbed onto him. His hands went back to your hips.

"You gonna be good f'me, mon cher?" He leaned back onto the pillows and up at you.

"I feel like that question might be more for you then me," You grabbed his cock in your hand and slipped it back in, It was such a wonderful feeling and your head fell back as you sighed and your eyes closed as you soaked up the feeling of remy becoming one with you.

"Ha, You're real funny," His nails dug into your skin, "How's the view? You enjoying it?"

You tilted your head as you stared down at him, He did look beautiful, his red hair was spewed across the pillowcase and his cheeks were a dusted pink, You could see the marks you left on his chest and neck the night before. You moved your hand to lay flat against his chest and you felt each breath he took as his chest lifted and fell, god, he was so pretty. You could just bite him.

You began moving up and down, His body arched and his neck was bared to you, Something overcame you and your fingers wrapped around his throat as you went faster.

"You really are going to kill me, cher," He whined, His hips began moving up to met you in the middle. It had you groaning and squeezing tighter around his neck.

The sound of flesh hitting each other bounced off the walls and the room was filled with the sounds of both of you groaning and moaning each other's praises.

"A damn kiss would be good f'me right now," Remy moaned, His hips went faster to met your slower movements that made your head swim. "Come on, be a good boy and kiss ya man."

You nodded, he felt so deep inside you, so fucking good. You leaned down to give him a quick peck.

His hips started to go faster, Which made you moan and your back arched, your fingers dug into his shoulders. Your eyelids closed and your mouth opened to let out all the noises that climbed up your throat.

"Mmmmf-" Remy groaned, He pulls you down faster on his cock, you felt so good and warm and there was that squeeze you did ever few seconds that just made him--

You felt the condom swell inside of you and your brows furrowed and you gasped for air, "Did you just...?" you questioned him as his hips slowed down.

His head fell back against the pillows with a groan, "Yeah," He closed his eyes as he took deep breaths and you watched his chest go up and down quite quickly, "I have a damn good excuse, cher."

"Yeah?" Your own cock was still abandoned and weeping as it brushed against the abs in front of you and each brush made your hips lift, You wanted to paint remy's skin in you.

"Shaddup," He swatted your side, "I swear im not this quick, usually."

You nodded and leaned down to place your hands by his head as you started to lift your hips again to chase your own release.

"Oh--" He whined. He stares up at you, his eyes scan every inch of you and he couldn't help but admire you. The small shine that decorated your skin from the lamp on the bedside, Every thing about your body was perfect to him and he wanted to kiss all of it.

"Keep going?"

"Hell yeah," He nodded, "I aint nowhere done with ya, cher." He moves his hand down to grab your weeping cock, His thumb rubbed against the tip. You immediately reacted and thrusted up into his hand you moaned, The feeling of finally being touched was amazing. Your head was feeling light and that knot in your stomach tightened as you fucked his hand.

"Ya just love gambit's hand on ya," His hand squeezed the base of your cock and he slowed down his hips to match the pace of his hand.

You were being drowned in pleasure, You couldn't decide if you wanted to fuck yourself on his dick or fuck his hand, Both felt so good, everything felt so fucking good. You whined and thrusted in his hand, your tip brushed against his stomach and fucking hell--

Your back arched as you grabbed onto his shoulders, He was so deep inside of you and his hand was warm and squeezed you every few seconds, sweet jesus, this man was amazing.

"Not so gentle tonight," He smirked up at you, "are we, mon cher?" His breath hitched at the nails digging into his skin, it was definitely going to leave crescent shapes.

You blinked as his words met your ears and you leaned down to kiss on his collarbones for a silent apology.

"You're not sorry," He laughed, His hand tightened and slowly dragged themselves from the base to the tip.

You kissed the crescent shapes and looked up at him with eyes that you knew made him melt inside and his knees into noodles. Your mind swam at the feeling of his hand, You tried to focus but all you wanted to do was fuck his hand.

"Ya gonna apologize to every mark you'd made," He questioned, His free hand drug its nails against your scalp and through the strands. He watched as you nodded.

"Damn good manners," He looked down and watched you fuck his hand and the way your mouth opened, He wouldn't be surprised if you started drooling. The idea of you doing something that pathetic made him flush, He would have to see if that would be something you'd find hot. "Gambit likes those manners."

You head tilted to the side and laid against his chest, You moaned as your hips kept fucking his hand. Your head was swimming and you only had one thought, like a dog in heat. All you could do was fuck and whimper.

"Ya close, darlin'?" He loosened his hand on your cock, "I know that whimper ya get every time ya get close."

Your hips faltered but he picked up your slack, Your eyes rolled back into your head. "Shit." You whined.

"Ah-ah," He chided, "language."

Your head struggled to process the words because if you did process them you wouldve made a comment about how he uses that language as well, But you couldn't process shit as his hips started to move again with the same fast pace as his hand. Your legs were starting to burn as you moved up and down, you were slowing down now.

You whined when you felt his hands start to vibrate, It was a weird sensation and something that you didn't even know he could do. You looked down to see his hands growing that familiar pink hue that comes from his powers, "When did you learn you could do that?" The vibrations were rushing up your spine and it made you want to release even more, You were getting closer to the edge now and his thumb-- vibrating thumb at that was pushing against your tip and smearing your precum all over your cock, "Ah- fuck- remy-"

"Ya say that like i wasn't doing all sorts of fun with my powers since the beginning." Remy laughs, He drags his thumb down from the tip and down the underside of your cock all the way to your balls, which he cupped in his palm. He tilts his head and watches every little emotion that crosses your face, His eyes dart all over your body watching every reaction that your body makes, like you were his own personal experiment.

Your head fell back and your hips dug down, All your thoughts were mush, You couldn't even think properly right now, All you think about was his cock and his hands and those beautiful eyes of his that seemed to be glued to you.

"Ya like that, don't ya?" His hand moved to wrap itself back around your length and it moved down to the base and sat there, "Ya getting close, cher?"

You nodded, The knot in your stomach was getting tighter and you wanted to unloosen it, You leaned down and buried your face in his shoulders and your mouth opened to bury your teeth in his flesh.

"Gonna make a mess on gambit's chest?" He groaned at the feeling and his hips were starting to falter again.

Your let go of his flesh and turned your head to be buried in his neck instead, "sweet jesus." you whined.

"That a prayer, cher?" He moved his other hand to grasp your balls, "Gonna keep moaning f'me like a pretty little thing?" His hand started to vibrate around your balls as your eyes rolled back into your head, "Make me feel like the lucky one here, cher."

Your teeth sunk back into him as you finally came, The feeling made your head feel fuzzy and your body relaxed into his, God, that felt good.

"ah-ah," He chided, "Watch those damn fangs." His hand grabbed onto your locks and pulled you back, He glanced down at his shoulder and he was sure he could count all your teeth in the mark, "Damn, cher, gonna have a mark for a week."

"Sorry," You swallowed, Your eyes blinked slowly as you stared at him. You felt so good, right now.

"Better be," He smiled at you, He released your hair and patted your cheek, "damn sharp teeth ya got there."

You lifted your hips a little to slip him out and flopped onto the pillows beside him.

"Tired, darlin'?" He leaned up and grabbed a handful of tissues off the bedside, he leaned back on his thighs and began wiping your stomach clean before doing himself.

"What are we gonna tell charles and erik?" The fact that you two weren't supposed to be together this night came rushing back to your mind ruining every good feeling you just had.

"Nothin'?" Remy laughed awkwardly, "We're grown ass adults-" He pulled the condom off his cock and cleaned himself off fully, "They don't need to know."

"I know that," You grumble, You watched every move he made.

"Ya think they're suspicious we're bangin'?" He teased, He tossed the used condom and tissue into the bin beside the bed. He laid down on the pillow beside you.

"Erik will probably think you're corrupting me," You teased.

"Erik has called me worse, cher," He grabbed his cigarette off the bedside and fumbled with the lighter, He took a deep breath once he finally got it lit.

You stared at his lips that were wrapped around the end of the cig, "What time is the flight tomorrow?"

"bout noon," He held the cigarette out for you to take a drag. You shook your head, you didn't want to smoke right now. He brought it back to his lips, "Ya gonna stay up all night?"

"no."

His free hand ran its way through your hair, "Gambit isn't gonna let ya sit here and worry all night about the professor and that metalhead."

You laughed, "Metal head."

"They'll say their piece, We'll tell em a lie, then we'll go back to bangin'" He blew some smoke up towards your face, Which in response you lightly shoved his face away. "Rude."

"Goodnight, remy," You patted his chest before rolling over onto your side and closing your eyes, You tried to ignore as your boss -- erik -- face flicked into your head.

"Night, cher."

Now it was just a waiting game, It was time to see who would leave first. It always happened the same way: one of you would wake up first and leave without waking the other. The one who left would always make sure to leave a stack of cash on the bedside to cover all expenses.

It was just a question on who would it be this time?

[supercap2319]

Cyclops fucks your throat with your head hanging off the edge of the bed while Gambit fucks your hole hard. They both act like you're not even there, because all Cyclops does is scold Gambit for being careless in fights. Gambit just tells him to shut the fuck up.

"You were so wreckless out there, Gambit. Jean–the others could have been hurt by your carelessness." Scott said, drilling his cock inside Y/N's warm mouth. He was bare except for his visor, scolding the Cajun mutant across from him.

"How bout you get off Gambit's back, Mon ami?" Gambit asked, drilling his cock in and out of Y/N's tight hole. This was a regular thing for everyone. Y/N wasn't a slut, but he was treated like one, which explains why Gambit and Cyclops were acting like he wasn't even in the room, spitroasting him.

Cyclops let's out a frustrated grunt as he fucks harder, slamming into Y/N's throat, choking him on the edge of the bed. "You need to follow orders. My orders. Professor Xavier left me in charge."

"True, but you ain't no Charles Xavier, eh?" Gambit picks up the pace and really slams into Y/N, making the younger male arched his back. "Ain't that right, Chéri?" Gambit looks down at him.

"Just knock it off, Rémy." Cyclops growls.

[spicyspiders]

Can you please do a gambit x male reader where the reader works with erik but he sneaks around with remy, it's after a misson where the xmen went and fought erik and him.

Anyways, Remy finds reader on a rooftop and it ends up leading to sex (It doesn't have to be on the roof 😭) Any kinks really :)) But i would like if you could add degrading (Gambit degrading reader) you can add anything else you see fit!!

This is a lot more angsty than I thought I would write. Warning for small depictions of injury and rough sex. There's only light degradation. I wasn't really sure how to incorporate it into this when I started writing, but I hope you still like it.

You snuck away under the shadows, holding your arm to your chest. You knew of the perfect location that’d give you enough cover to lick your wounds before The Brotherhood came looking for you. 

Another piece of your heart broke each time you had to face off against Gambit, as well as the other X-Men. The way he and the other mutants would look at you felt like a magnet trying to pull you to them. It was another reason why you needed time alone to pull yourself back together and get yourself back on the path of those you believed in. 

It was easy enough to find a building to hide away in. Sometimes, you wondered if there would be a day you would run out, but as long as the two groups fought, the destruction of their battles would show throughout the city. 

You were careful to cover your tracks and make sure you weren’t followed, but you had no way to control if another person already occupied the space. It was easy enough to scare them away, especially if they were human, but it was much more difficult if it was another mutant. 

The sigh you let out rattled your tired body when you saw Remy. He leaned against a wall, nearly covered by the darkness which surrounded him. What shone through the moonlight cast through one of the destroyed walls was his eyes, nearly black from dilation. 

He looked just as tired as you felt if his body language was anything to go by, resting all of his weight on the wall. His eyes looked tired, but upon closer inspection when he pushed himself off the wall and began walking closer, they filled with anger. 

You didn’t want to start another fight, but couldn't ignore the adrenaline that shot through your veins. It was too dark to see what Remy tossed to the ground near your feet, but you didn’t have any time to check before Remy pushed you onto the wall behind you. 

You let out a hiss of pain when he held you to the wall by your shoulders. His hands held you tight enough to stimulate the bruises from the battle you had just left. Momentarily, Remy’s eyes were full of concern, but a second later looked upon you angrily. 

“Why do you make me do this, cher?” Remy asked, as he pulled your clothes off, his voice full of anguish as more and more cuts, scrapes, and bruises revealed themselves to his eyes. 

You didn’t know the exact number, or who exactly gave them to you, but with the way Remy was looking at you, it seemed like he thought they were all because of him. 

Naked from the torso up, Remy pulled you into a fiery kiss, like he was trying to put all that he was feeling into it. “Why do you make me hurt you?” He asked when he pulled away. He runs his hands down your back, paying close attention to what spots made you gasp and hiss in pain. He looked at you with cold eyes as he pushed his fingers into the spots once he’s found them, making you wither against the wall in pain. 

“Remy,” you gasped, moaning when he put a thigh between your legs, right against your hardening cock, “please,” you said, as you both pushed at his shoulders and rolled your hips into his thigh.     

“Please?” Remy yelled, “please what? Stop? This could all stop,” he growled as he flipped you around to press your body to the rough concrete. He got to work with your pants, his fingers glowed a muted pink, like he was going to burn the clothing off. 

You felt his touch on your bare hip bones before Remy bit into the skin of your neck. His moist breath puffed against your skin as he pulled your pants down just enough that your ass was exposed to the cool night air. 

The pain on your hip bones started to fade once Remy pulled away, the crinkle of the bag Remy brought filled your ears as he riffled through it. 

“You’re an imbecile, mon cher,” Remy whispered into your ear before you heard the sound of a cap opening, “joining him,” he said as he pushed a slick finger inside, “believing in him,” he said as he pushed in another finger. 

You hissed around the intrusion. Remy wasn’t usually this rough. Sure, there were moments where you rushed to get to the main event, but Remy always made sure you were thoroughly prepared. Annoyingly so, at times, leaving you eager and impatient. 

His fingers scissored your walls, preparing your body for the cock you felt at the small of your back. You let out a moan when his fingers brushed your prostate, your cheek against the concrete. 

“Worshiping him,” Remy said, his fingers relentless as they pressed against your prostate. “That man. That–” his words fell off with an angry noise as he pulled his fingers roughly from your hole. 

“Oh!” You cried out, startled at the sudden movement, “oh,” you repeated when you then felt the head of his slicked-up cock breach your hole. 

Remy bottomed out in one steady thrust, forcing your body to adjust to the thick intrusion. Once inside, Remy slowed down and loosened up, his grip on your body going soft. He wrapped his arms around your stomach and pressed his chest flush with your back, the stubble on his jaw scratching the back of your neck. 

Remy’s lips moved as he murmured words into the back of your neck, low enough that you couldn’t hear, and soft enough that couldn’t follow the movement of his lips. Your moment of tenderness was soon over when his lips stopped, his mouth opening to instead bite into the skin he had spoken the words into. 

You clenched down around his cock at the pinprick of pain his teeth caused, the man behind you moaning at the stimulation to his cock. 

Save for his hips on your ass, Remy kept your body connected as he pulled his cock free before quickly making its way back inside. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the open space, as well as the sounds of pleasure that fell from both of your lips. 

The sounds grew louder when Remy moved his hands down to your hips to grip tightly onto your hips, helping him drive in harder. 

It was new for Remy to be so focused on his own pleasure. His hands usually were all over your body, mapping out the skin he has touched many times before already. Your cock hung heavy and neglected between your legs, longing for the touch of Remy’s hand. 

You held your body up with one of your hands against the wall, the other going between your legs. Already close, your body eager to finally over edge so you could rest and end such a long day, it only took a few tugs for your cock to splatter white ropes against the wall. 

Remy came with a shout, fucking his cock back inside one last time. His moans become muffled when Remy falls forward to rest his weight against your body, the sounds vibrating your skin. His body shook through the aftershocks, his moans falling through gritted teeth. 

You braced both hands on the wall when you felt Remy shift, knowing that he was about to pull out. You whimpered when he pulled his softening cock free, your throat tight. 

Remy’s hand lingered on your hip, right where the new bruises would be. You rested your forehead against the wall as Remy stepped away, trying to will away the burning you felt steadily rising behind your eyes. 

You jumped at the feel of his hands pulling up your pants. You waited for a few moments to see if he was going to help put on your shirt as well, but instead, Remy guided your body into the corner of the room that was brightest under the moonlight. 

You kept your eyes on the floor as you heard the bag crinkle once more. The bag sounded full and hefty when he sat it down beside where you sat, no doubt all stolen from Beast. 

He cleaned you as best as he could, making soft noises at the ones of pain you let out as he cleaned your cuts. Once he finally put it on, your shirt felt tacky and sticky against your upper chest where Remy had used too much ointment and not enough bandages, your body heavy with exhaustion. 

Your body fell into his arms, into the arms of your enemy. “You are stupid, mon cher,” Remy said softly, his arms tightly around your body, “for following that man,” he said, going silent as he ran his hands up and down your back, “but I love you,” he said sadly. 

Remy pulled away first, lifting one of your hands to his lips, ��you have my whole heart,” he said. 

You looked up, finally meeting Remy’s eyes, wet with unhushed tears. Before he left, Remy pressed his lips softly to yours before he left the broken building. You watched his retreating back until it was gone from your sight, the card Remy left in your hand heavy as your heart felt in your chest.

[unforgivenntired2]

SHACKLED HEARTS

Yandere!Bakugoxreader

Next

The dim light of the moon filtered through the barred window, casting eerie shadows across the cold, damp room. You sat in the corner, knees drawn to your chest, the weight of your chains heavy on your wrists and ankles. It had been days—maybe even weeks—since Bakugo had taken you from the outside world, but the fear and confusion still gnawed at your mind.

Bakugo paced in front of you, his intense crimson eyes flickering with a mix of frustration and possessive desire. His fiery temperament was barely contained, simmering just beneath the surface. You had seen glimpses of his softer side before, but now, all you saw was the monster he had become.

"Why don't you understand?" Bakugo's voice was a harsh whisper, filled with desperation. "I did this for us! For you!"

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to comprehend his twisted logic. "This isn't love, Katsuki. This is madness!! P-Please, j-just... just let me go."

Bakugo's expression hardened, and he knelt in front of you, grabbing your chin roughly to force you to look at him. "You think you know what's best for you? You don't! You belong to me. No one else can protect you like I can."

His grip was painful, but the raw emotion in his eyes sent chills down your spine. You could see the conflict within him, the battle between his obsessive love and the remnants of his humanity. But right now, the darkness was winning.

"You don't need anyone else," he continued, his voice cracking slightly. "I'll make sure of it. I'll keep you safe from everyone who tries to take you away."

Your sobs grew louder, your body shaking with the weight of your despair. "This isn't what I wanted, Katsuki. I wanted a future with you, but not like this. Not in chains."

Bakugo's eyes softened for a moment, and he released your chin, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. He looked torn, as if a part of him wanted to reach out and comfort you, but his obsession wouldn't let him. "I know you're scared," he said quietly, almost to himself. "But you'll see. You'll understand eventually. I just need you to trust me."

"How can I trust you when you've taken everything from me?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Bakugo's face twisted with pain, and he slammed his fist against the wall, causing you to flinch. "Damn it, why can't you see?! I'm doing this because I love you!! I can't lose you!"

The raw intensity in his words made your heart ache. Despite the terror and the chains, a part of you still remembered the boy who had once been your friend, your confidant, your love. But now, he was a stranger—one who had crossed the line into madness.

"Please, Katsuki," you begged, your voice breaking. "Don't do this. Let me go. W-We can find another way."

His eyes bore into yours, and for a fleeting moment, you saw a flicker of doubt. But then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the unyielding resolve of a man who had convinced himself that his actions were justified.

"No," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're mine, and I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever. I can't let it happen again."

As he turned away, your heart sank, and the full weight of your situation crashed over you. You were trapped in a nightmare of his making, a twisted reflection of love that held you captive.

Bakugo walked to the door, pausing for a moment before looking back at you. "Get some rest," he said, his voice softer now. "I'll bring you something to eat later."

With that, he left the room, the heavy door closing behind him with a resounding thud. You were alone once more, your tears falling freely as the reality of your captivity settled over you. There was no escape, no way out.

You could only hope that one day, the boy you loved would find his way back to the light, and release you from the darkness that now bound your hearts together.

[stormyelliotwritez]

reader who had a anxiety attack when like out w friends or smth and has to like shakily call remy to pick him up and is doing so bad at explaining bc hes just like sitting in a corner somewhere shaky or wtv

ill silence now. (until later…) 🦕

hehehehehehehehehehe angst timeeeeee hahahahahahaha *evil laugh goes here*

Calling him.

Getting drinks without Remy holding your hand was going fine. It was going great. Everything was fine. You and your friends were chatting. You talked about how you had a boyfriend now and how happy you were being his boyfriend. Your friends talked about their lives and bought more drinks. Everything was great.

Then someone started shouting in the kitchen and then a car backfired outside. Your heart started to speed up but everything was fine, right? Right?! You did the breathing exercises Remy had gone over with you last time but then one of your friends started yelling at some guy nearby. You didn’t even know what had happened.

You were fine though. Everything was going to be okay.

And then someone dropped a glass.

That was it.

Your heart rate started speeding. Your hands got clammy and it was so stupid. You couldn’t breathe and you just needed out. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You clambered up from your chair and rushed into the bathroom, bumping into everything that was in your way.

You stumbled into the bathroom and slipped into one of the cubicles, locked it and sat down on the toilet lid. What were you meant to do?

Call Remy. He always said to call him.

With shaking hands, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and managed to dial his number.

Ring, ring, ri-

“Baby, baby, whats wrong?” He asked over the phone.

You breathed a sigh of relief and tried to talk. You cleared your throat and tried again.

“Need-need to get-,” you tried to say as your throat closed up again.

“Cherie, what’s wrong? Cherie?” He pushed gently.

You could hear the twirling of his favourite card, the King of Hearts. He always did that when he was nervous. You hated when you made him nervous.

“Nee- need to ge- get picked up,” you managed to mumble out.

That same split second, you heard him picking up his keys and rushing to the door. You could hear his footsteps running towards his car.

“Baby, stay there, okay? Pandye an ladann ti bebe a!”

You heard his car start and you nodded before remembering it was a voice call.

“Ye-yes, I’ll stay put,” you said quickly.

“Bòn,” he said quickly before hanging up.

You turned your phone off and started rocking back and forth as you waited. You hadn’t gone too far from home so he hopefully wouldn’t be long. You tried his breathing exercises again and they started to slowly work but you just wanted to be in his arms.

A few minutes later, you heard familiar yelling. You couldn’t make out much but you heard where’s my boyfriend, asshole! You tried to make a sound but you just couldn’t, too scared you’d start crying again.

Eventually, the bathroom door was slammed open and he knocked on your cubicle door.

“Cherie? You in there, my love?”

You scrambled up and unlocked the door. He nudged it open and then pulled you into his arms. He felt so safe. He was always safe.

He led you outside and to his car and into the passenger seat. You curled up and wiped your eyes.

“You’re safe now, ti bebe.”

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Could I ask for X-Men '97 Gambit with a reader who likes to steal stuff for him to wear? Like watches, gloves, etc?

Pairing: Remy LeBeau x male!reader

Warnings: light swearing??

Summary: A few small glimpses into your life with your boyfriend and your affinity to give him gifts

A/N: Look it's after midnight which basically means I'm too emotional for my own good but I forced myself to write this because I adore the person who requested this even if I barely interact with them. I have a very stong protective sense over them. So if you see this: love you, bro <3 (I also went a bit overkill with the prompt. oops)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

Since the two of you met, people have told you that you and Gambit were practically made for each other

And that's definitely not only because your first meeting literally consisted of you pickpocketing each other. As two people do when they're in love.

After joining the X-Men Remy has slowed down with the thiefing a little

Which basically meant that you had to steal enough for both of you. Which was good for him because he got lots of presents out of it but like…bad for everyone else

Remy had been alone in his room when you threw open the door, and immediately slammed it shut behind yourself, holding up a pair of gloves.

"Got you something!"

The next second he could already hear Logan's angry shouting

"...and where have you got them from, cher?"

"...store?"

"Uh huh."

"Glove store"

"Of course"

He just grins, walking towards you and giving you a peck on the cheek before taking your hand. 

"Now come on. Let's go before Wolverine finds us."

It wasn't unusual that Storm or Scott took you to the side and tried to have the "Stealing is bad" talk with you

But obviously you aren't stupid. You know it's not exactly right. But looking at Remy's eyes lighting up whenever you gift him something? That's worth it.

They do get used to it at some point

But you never get used to the way that he smiles at you like you just laid down the world at his feet.

You two just walked back to the jet after a quick mission, sneaking your hand into the pocket of his coat, dropping a watch inside.

"Shh." you wink at him, making sure the others haven't seen.

He feels the object in his pocket and just grins, pulling you a bit closer and putting an arm around your waist with a smirk.

"You spoil me too much" he whispers

"There's never too much with you" 

Now you were priding yourself on always being rather relaxed

Your hands always were steady and you never were nervous when sneaking your hand into a stranger's pocket

So who knew that the absolute scariest thing you'd ever give Remy was the one thing that you hadn't stolen for him

"Okay what's going on?" Remy looks at you, after you had asked him for a walk around the compound but then spent the time unusually silent.

For a moment you just look at him and then put your hand into your own pocket to grab the object inside. "I wanted to give something to you."

"Oh?" he smirks. "You're usually not that nervous when gifting me anything."

You take a deep breath and then pull out the small velvet box while sinking onto your knee simultaneously.

His eyes widen in shock. God, in any other situation you would relish in the realization that you had managed to surprise him.

"Remy LeBeau. You are…probably the best thing that ever happened to me." you fiddle around with the box in your hand. "And…god i've never been happier than just whenever i'm with you. And I know that this isn't…" you sigh and open the box, showing off the ring inside. "I know we can't officially do this. Not yet at least. But I want to…look at you and call you my husband."

He just stares at you.

"...This is the part where you say either yes or no but my knee is kinda getting sore."

He seems to awake from his trance, just nodding slowly. "...yes. Yes of course you bastard!" with a sudden burst of energy he throws himself into you for a hug, landing both of you on the ground. 

You try to stay cool, probably failing miserably as you grab his hand, putting the ring on his finger.

"I love you" you whisper

He leans his forehead against yours. "Not as much as I love you, cher."

[mutantsclaws]

[ PT: text reading “he makes me turn freaky” first four words are in a default font and ‘freaky’ is in a cursive font. gambit aka remy lebeau is in the background END PT. ]

[gatorbites-imagines]

Listen. Listen. Hear me out.

I beg you, almighty gator—Gambit(Remy LeBeau) x M/FTM reader(ur choice i like both :)) where reader is a mutant that has some kind of power that has to do with sea monsters, and loves tarot cards so Remy does card tricks for him while reader is in a pool.

When I was a kid I called Gambit “Magic Man” and I had to hold myself back from screaming that in the theater when I was watching D&W a few days ago and revived my non-understandable fanboying of him. (Sorry for the rant)

You can change the fic anyway you want, I’ve got no problem as long as Remy is as silly as he normally is(can evolve into smut or whatever cause I’m freaky like that 😏)

Gracias Gator!!

Remy Lebeau x mutant male reader

Headcanons

I love Remy SO much its insane. I can’t write accents, so it’s there in spirit. Haven’t read the comics, so im basing this off of is wiki. no smut but i had fun writing this.

i loved seeing Remy in the movie, i just wish theyd given him his eyes, you know?

How you two met can be a mixed bag. Maybe you met in the x-men, maybe you met in the thieves guild before every crossing paths with the x-men as a whole, or maybe somewhere completely third. I enjoy the idea of the thieves guild though, so ill go with that.

You both had different reasons for joining or doing what you do, but being two mutants amongst a lot of other non-mutants meant you felt some kind of kinship with each other, even if you didn’t really get along in the beginning.

Especially with you two being visibly mutants. With Remy’s eyes and you having scales on different areas of your body, gills on your sides, what others would refer to as “monster eyes”, so on and so forth.

This resulted in you two preferring to work together when you got the chance, you trained together, ate together, slept together (not like that), so on and so forth. It also meant you two got a very deep understanding of each other over time.

It also meant that Remy got to see just how stupidly powerful you were. In the beginning you just thought your powers involved controlling water and being able to breath underwater. Who’d have thought you could do crazy stuff like controlling typhoons, rain, lightning, so on and so forth, like some kind of biblical being.

This was how you gained the name leviathan. You didn’t really like the name in the beginning, since you hadn’t really picked it yourself and it felt almost insulting with your appearance. But Remy was so supportive you ended up coming to like it, even though it took a long time.

In the end you two split apart as you leave the guild, going your separate ways but still keeping in contact in small but safe ways. With a power like yours it was hard to stay under the radar, and many wanted you on their side, even if it meant by force.

Time passes, Remy joins the x-men, you travel on your own and discover yourself and the world. Remy gets kicked out of the x-men when they learn of his past, you two meet up again and travel together for a while.

Its during this gap in Remy’s place with the x-men that your relationship became something more. He tells you about Rogue, and how he at first thought he loved her, only to realize what he felt for her wasn’t near as strong as what he felt for you.

And of course, during this confession, Remy tries to lay on the charm and act like it isn’t a big deal, but you can easily see through him and notice how anxious he is about it. in the end you just have to grab him and kiss him to shut him up, which yes, does shut him up, but also leads to you guys falling back into the water you’d been sitting by when he lunges at you to kiss you again.

Hes a charming guy yes, Remy has such a way with his words, how he carries himself or how he touches you. But underneath all that he also cares so deeply, to the point of being willing to die for you or those he cares about, which makes you lose scales from stress at times.

So, if you place protection spells on him that you got from the deepest part of the sea by the people who have started to worship you like a god, then only you have to know. That Namor guy is pretty swell, when he isn’t being a bit arrogant. He even taught you how to use a spear, so you guys are kinda brothers in spirit now.

At some point Remy does return to the x-men, somewhere you don’t feel ready to join him yet. So, a lot of kisses are shared, and a few tears a shed. And yes, of course you give him jewelry made from your scales. And a dagger made out of your larger teeth when you transform into a more serpentine form, because yes, you can also do that.

Remy doesn’t feel much need to tell the x-men about his relationship. Sure, he keeps flirting but that’s just because that’s how he is. But it never goes further than that. Some of the members that can read minds know about it though, since he thinks about you regularly.

In the end the relationship is exposed when the x-men find themselves in quite the pickle near the ocean. And Remy, knowing he can get them the upper hand, is able to snap one of the sigils you placed on him.

Rip to whoever they were fighting, since the sea lashes out and swallows them whole, followers by a giant feral looking sea serpent, you, rise from the water. Yes, you teleported there. What else were you supposed to do? You thought your boy was in danger!

Cue the x-men just being stunned or confused when Remy calls out the cheesiest pet names, almost kicking his feet in happiness at seeing you. It makes a bit more sense when you transform into a more human form, it still takes some explaining though.

In the end you don’t end up fully joining the x-men. You doing that would place them under a lot more danger than usual, since you had your own enemies and alliances, and you’re pretty sure Namor would get butthurt if you did. But you become something of an ally. Which means you hang out on Krakoa on the regular.

It becomes a very regular sight to see a giant serpent lazily swimming around the island, or resting half on the beach as Remy sits and shows you his different tarot readings. Of course, you also spend time together with you in a more human form, but seeing such a big sea monster also makes any baddies keep a distance.

There are also of course pools set up on the island, not just for you, but they’re accessible for you as well. Remy is regularly seen in the pool with you, or just sitting with his feet in as you two talk or whatever else you guys do.

You end up becoming something of a swim instructor to the youngest mutants, or just those that can’t swim in general. This is something Remy finds extremely entertaining and he’s always teasing you about it. luckily its easy to shut him up with a kiss, or by knocking him into the pool. Or both. He doesn’t mind.

[kaysithekoolest]

WOW! You guys seemed to really love Gambit! Are there any specific prompts you guys want or are interested in? Please send requests 💜!

(He knows he is 🤭)

[starboye]

starring: scott summers x male reader x remy lebeau

request: Do you think you could do vanilla sex (Doesn't have to be too vanilla but it's just nice and slow and maybe body worship) with Gambit x Scott x bottom reader?? I wanna make Scott all flushed when the reader praises him and Gambit just begging the reader to focus on him as well and he might be a little rougher with his thrusts or something to get his attention!!

warnings: smut, cursing, double penetration, praising, body worship if you squint, vanilla sex, jealous!remy

after a successful mission like today it would be so wrong not to reward your two favorite boys with some loving, bringing them back to your room and slowly starting to make out with them, little congratulation kisses turning into sloppily making out with each other and then you on top of scott with remy standing behind you, both slowly thrusting in and out of your supple hole.

"you did great today scott" you lightly moan leaning down to kiss him deeply "well i couldn't have done it without the team" he tries to say but you stop him with another kiss "and who commanded that team hm" you softly say "i- i did" he stammers to your words, remy standing behind you hoping that he could get some compliments to but no all your loving words go straight to scott annoying him.

"y/n" remy says snaking his hands around your waist "yeah rem" you question turning your head to face him "d-did i do good" he flashes a smile hoping you say something nice "yeah you did good" you shrug your shoulders before turning back to praise scott more, but good just good how come scott gets great and he gets good, what did he do wrong, oh my god are you mad at him, all things remy was thinking as you talked to scott more.

"you were so brave, fighting off the sentinels all by yourself" you further praised him as your hands roamed his body, feeling down his chest all the way to his glistening abs "thank you" he blushes, flustered by all your kind words while remys face turned sour, quietly mimicking your words with annoying facial expressions till an idea sparks in his head and a smirk spreads across his face.

he slowly begins thrusting into you harder trying to get you attention, you feel your body jolt forward a little and some pressure build in you stomach from remys cock hitting the inside of your gummy like walls so you whip around to see the cause, you see remy looking at you with angry eyes, glowing a slight hint of purple at you "is there something you want to tell me remy" you ask, glaring at him with narrow eyes.

breaking down remys walls immediately, his face turning from anger to softness "where's my compliments, i mean you tell scott all these sweet things but not me" he whines sitting his head on your shoulder and slowing thrusts to be more careful "who would've thought that the tough remy lebeau would be a sucker for compliments" you laugh running your fingers through his hair.

"i just wanna hear you" he softly speak into your neck with kisses before wrapping his arms around you into a hug, scott watching in amazement at remy becoming a softy "well you also did so go- no so great today, i saw you out there throwing you cards and blowing stuff up as always" you compliment bringing a little grin to remys face.

"matter of fact both of you did amazing today" you cheerily say making the boys smile widely and inch them closer to their own climaxes "c-can we... cum now" scott asks feeling himself on the edge of blowing "mhm please y/n" remy asks still holding you tightly as if you were going to leave him right there "yes you can" you say feeling them shake under you.

a slew of whines and moans fall from both of their mouths as the pump cum into you, shudders running down your back as their hands search your body for any contacts they can make, groping and grabbing everywhere on you, finally coming down from the high they pull out of you, cum dripping from your sloppy hole and running down your legs.

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[rosiestalez]

Do You Believe in Fate?

Remy LeBeau(Gambit) x M!reader

wc: 790

Summary: A young man takes a visit to an art exhibition not expecting to run into someone who he may never see again!

A/N: Hello, hello! i’m so sorry that this took so long, and i’m so sorry about how short it is. I am obsessed with the meet cute trope right now so that’s what you’re getting… i mean it (i’m sorry i’m being sarcastic)! I’m still trying to work on formatting and aesthetic of my page so thank you for your patience! Also, this is my last Gambit post until further notice! i’m still taking requests, but there’s already five and i want to work on our other faves!

Request by: @gambitsversion

Warnings: language, alcohol, meet cute!!

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Jazz music hummed, and the smell of Beignets, liquor, and smoke filled the air of New Orleans. Y/n makes his way into an art gallery nestled in between two historic buildings, the heat and humidity being left far behind. His eyes gazes upon the room, it’s small, but all the art was large and filled with personality he smiles looking at the beautiful art.

He begins to wander the exhibit taking in each art piece. His eyes lands on a large painting, it’s abstract. He looks at every purple, black, electric detail; he reads the pamphlet, but can’t seem to find the artist of this piece.

“It’s pretty, ain’t it?”, a voice speaks behind him.

Y/n turns his gaze from the painting meeting a pair of oddly black and red eyes. He’s smirking his back is up against the wall, nonchalant and confident. He’s brown leather coat draped over his broad shoulders, and his auburn hair put up, is slightly hued purple from the light in the room.

“I guess so”, he states curiously studying the man, “i’m not really into this.”

The man removed himself from the wall raising an eyebrow, “No? you don’t like it?”

He shrugs, “it feels a bit…chaotic, i don’t really get it.”

“Ah, i see”, he chuckles, “mon ami, sometimes chaos is the meaning”, he smiles.

“Yeah, i guess so”, he smiles back, “and do you happen to be the artist of this chaotic masterpiece?”, pointing his thumb behind him.

“Nah”, he shakes his head, “da name’s Remy, Remy LeBeau, but da people call me da Gambit”, he picks up a glass off a tray, “i like good art and liquor.”

He extends his hand to shake, “y/n”, he says; Remy shakes his hand with a firm grip. Remy smiles and my gosh it’s intoxicating, y/n can’t help, but blush.

“what brings ya over here?”, Remy asks taking a sip of his drink.

“I needed to get away.”

“Away from what?”

“y’know…life?”, he chuckles.

“Why NOLA then? You know it ain no escape”, Remy questions.

“It’s beautiful”, y/n smiles.

“Well, you’s a brave one for comin out here during hurricane season.”

Y/n’s heart flutters, his freckled cheeks growing warm as the conversation continues, “Are you from here?”

“Born and raised, cher”, he smiles.

“Well then I may need a tour guide tomorrow”, y/n bashfully smiles.

“Maybe cher, do ya believe in fate?”, Remy took a couple steps closer to Y/n. The world around him seems to slow down, his breath hitches at the realization of the lack of space.

He clears his throat, “never really thought of it”, his temperature rising, his heart is pounding, yet his thoughts are slow and steady.

“Damn, mon cher, i thought fate was the reason you were here in front of me right now”, he smirks. His eyes lingering on y/n’s face as if he was studying every feature, every freckle, and every imperfection. Y/n feels as though he could melt in Remy’s hands if he would allow it.

Y/n’a heart is racing, at the sudden flirtation from the stranger, “do you always flirt with strangers?”, he asks.

“only tha strangers I like”, he responds.

“Oh, I see”, y/n smirks, he was enamored by him. He was drawn to him, his aura, his eyes, everything, “for some reason, i feel as though you do this a lot, and they fall for it”, Remy just rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“Maybe so, but mon cher, right now it’s only you.”

Y/n is silent; he isn’t able to make sentences. It’s like Remy is hypnotizing him in this moment. He’s finally able to form some type of words Remy interrupts y/n’s thoughts.

“Ya know what, cher…give ol’ Remy a chance”, his voice is teasing, yet the tone is still serious, “then maybe you’ll understand where i’m coming from”, he smiles.

In a swift, smooth motion, Gambit slides the Ace of Hearts card into Y/N’s hand, his fingers brushing against Y/N’s skin for just a moment longer than necessary. Y/N looks down at the card, then back up at Gambit, who was already starting to walk away, casting a final, lingering glance over his shoulder.

“Think about it, cher,” Gambit calls reaching for the door. “Might just be the best gamble you ever take.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving Y/N standing in the gallery, heart racing and a smile tugging at his lips. He glances down at the Ace of Hearts in his hand, feeling the flutter of excitement that Gambit had left in his wake.

Maybe fate wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[wisecreatorprofessorwolf]

Fifty Shades of Gambit

I may write fifty shades styled fics for other characters if people are interested. I just know our boy Remy would be into this, I'm going to write a Magneto one at some point thanks to the whole series of X-Men 97, he’s been so hot and slutty especially episode 8.

Series: X-Men

Gambit x dom top male reader

this could be considered a second part, or extension to In a classroom, what could go wrong, but can read it as a stand alone. I also don't know how long this may be. Also thank you and feel free to like, repost and even comment.

Remy had started to feel very pent up, since YN has been more focused on his work. Every time Remy tried to initiate something with YN, he'd be pushed off, or told later. this has been going on for weeks. did they break up and not noticed, he'd remember that surely. No, had he upset YN, had he been a naughty boy, not to his knowledge, now that got him thinking. But nothing came to mind. Absolutely nothing.

Remy was getting desperate now, would he have to resort to using the stash of toys under their bed.

it came night time and YN had yet to return to their room, alone. He begins by bringing out the purple leather case from under their bed, then strips from his clothes completely naked, looking at his reflection in the mirror, posing. Remy returns to the case to open it to reveal a range of toys the couple had used in their times.

he reaches for a tube of lube and one of the dildo's, once he was done lathering the toys in lubricant. He contemplates the position he should take. he settles on laying on his back, raising his legs as he slides the toy, it just wasn't the same. It wasn't YN, it didn't feel like anything, but he endures, he continues sliding the toy in and out. Eyes closed trying hard to imagine and replace the feeling with something more. when a moan slips.

YN outside their bedroom heard a sound, was that a moan, YN knew that sound well, but he assume Remy was with someone. No, he knew Remy would never do that to him, then YN had started thinking how long had it really been, and it hit him. he had to do something about this. opening the door to see poor Remy jamming a dildo in him

"YN, YN PLEASE" Remy whines

"AWW has my baby boy missed me ?"

Remy squeals. "YN Désolé(I'm sorry) I've been a bad boy Désolé(I'm sorry)" almost pleadingly.

"No need to apologies baby I was the one at fault I'd been to busy for you, how about I fix that, you going to be my puppy" Remy frantically nodding " S’il vous plaît (please) YN" Remy gulps nervously as he see's YN's expression harden on him, "It's not YN tonight, you know what to call me? Don't you puppy" Remy was now moaning "Oui Monsieur (yes sir)".

YN could only chuckle at the site of Remy now be a good puppy and come to me. Remy in all his excitement springs of the bed letting the toy slip out and walks towards YN once he reached YN excitedly he saw a look of disappointment flash over YN's face and all of a sudden a hand slapped him across the face and pushed him back on to the bed, causing him to moan desperately " try again puppy" Remy moaned again realising what to do he rolls off the bed and begins to crawl towards his master. Now some may thing Remy would feel humiliated and he is and he loves it so much, the sting of the slap the rough push back, he can only feel something when he's round his master YN. Once he's reached YN on his hand and knees he comes to a sitting position, hands resting on his knees right in front of his masters tented pants. "That's more like it good boy" Remy preened at the praise. "Merci, Monsieur (thank you sir)"

YN brings a hand over Remy's hair, then begins to remove his shirt and tie "hands behind your back pup" Remy places his hands behind his back with out question. YN walks around, tie in hand and binds Remy's hand together, nice and tight that the tie was biting into his wrists. "You like it tight don't you?" Remy moaned at the bite of the tie constricting against his wrists, with a nod. With that YN walked round to see the neediness in Remy's eyes, he then went to unbuckle his belt and removes it from the loops of his trousers. suddenly Remy was met with his masters crouching form. " Such a good boy, you want your collar?" Remy was salivating drooling, nodding frantically "Oui Monsieur (yes sir)". With that YN wrapped the belt around Remy's neck, YN then stands the tent still very prominent in YN's pants Remy needs it more than anything, more than he's needed it more than anything in his life, rests his face in YN's groin, the heat and musk was like a drug to Remy, one he would never quit. He begins mouthing, kissing and drooling over YN's trousers till he feels a rough tug on his collar. "You want my cock, do you?

" plus que tout (more than anything)" YN undoes the button to his trousers revealing the zipper "ok puppy lower the zip with your teeth" Remy moaned and drives his face forward sucking on the zipper, raising it with is tongue to catch it between his teeth and lowers it, the heat and smell radiating from YN's cock was much stronger once YN dropped his trousers and kicked them across the room. Remy's face buried in YN's underwear everything was heightened, so close now, so much more desperate, no longer taking the anticipation. Remy bites at the waistband and drags them down once face first with what he's been desperate for all this time. he can't stop drooling at the sight. "bad puppy I didn't give you permission to do that, what are you some mutt?" with a hard pull on the belt causing him to choke, with that Remy came on the floor moaning trying to catch his breath.

"answer me are you a mutt? another rough tug on the belt, Remy was painfully hard even after just cumming "Je suis désolé je suis désolé (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)"he was sobbing at this point. "Get on the bed mutt" YN had let go of Remy's collar, he hung his head low turning to crawl towards the bed, he then lifts himself onto the bed, his knees aching finding comfort on the bed. All Remy was met with was YN's cold predatory stare as he walked towards the bed. Remy was sweating bullets, he knew he'd been bad now, he'll take whatever punishment YN decides. YN then removes his ties from around his wrists "now lay back mutt ". Wait what's happening is this part of the punishment, but Remy does as told lying back arms and legs spread, with that YN finally smirks. moving towards the harnesses on the bed posts and starts to bind Remy's limbs. "You must be a mind reader mutt you knew what was next, maybe you wanted this, to be a naughty mutt and to be punished" Remy moaned "no sir non Monsieur" "Really look at the state of you, writhing desperately like some needy slut" Remy moaned wriggling under the restraints, cock painfully hard. Remy moaned when YN slapped his cock "look at yourself in the mirror, slut, you love this". Honestly YN knows him too well, can see right through him, he loves the feeling of being humiliated, degraded, treated like a slut, a toy solely for YN's pleasure. But he never meant to be a naughty boy for his master, he was just too excited. too eager, he wanted to please YN not disappoint or anger him. feeling his cock get slapped again and again.

"I think some extra toys are in order". YN looks through the box of toys, Remy looks over at the box to look, to see an eye mask, noise cancelling headphones, nipple clamps, a flogger and a thick purple ball gag, or as Remy likes to call it "THE JAW BREAKER", sounds bad but in all honest it's Remy's second favourite thing to suck. Remy relaxed as they get set on the bed and not getting used right away, but he's now worried more toys may get added. YN then straddles Remy feeling the weight of YN weigh on his abdomen, had him moan and writhe "I think you need claiming, don't you?, let everyone see who owns you" Remy moans as YN roughly kisses Remy Biting his lip for access, tongue slithering inside his mouth moaning as he sucks on YN's tongue and his hands roam and roughly handle his body till they reach his nipples, then Remy broke the kiss as YN harshly twists his sensitive peaks. YN kissed sloppily along his jawline leaving little bites, going down to his throat, biting leaving hickeys and licking all over, then that special spot close to his collar bone. Bite, a hard bite was left causing Remy to cry cumming all over himself. "looking pretty pup, I'm not finished though" Remy sobs as YN finally reaches his nipples, both hands roughly handling his pectoral pushing them together one hand leaves and is replaces with the wetness of YN's tongue and lips sucking and then a bite repeatedly in that order Remy's senses with overloading, over and over licking, sucking and biting his left pectoral was going to be bruised after this then with a wet pop YN's mouth retreated and replaced the hand on the right pectoral "can't neglect the other can I now pup" and hand roughly massaging his left while your mouth repeated its torturous act on his right.

With a sudden pop YN pulled away, Remy felt relief wash over him finally it was over..... It was far from over as YN lowers himself down licking, kissing, nipping at his abdomen, till he reached Remy's cock but he focused on Remy's thighs instead leaving slaps and bites all over, Remy cried thrusting up, his cock hardening, slapping against his abdomen leaving spattering of cum here and there. "Awwww does my puppy want something? Remy released a girlish scream when YN nips at his foreskin, suddenly Remy cums already lost count it sprays landing on YN's face and hair and over his own abdomen mixing with the mess already there.

YN shuffles back up Remy's body licking and kissing soothing the harsh bites he left in his wake, till he reaches Remy's blissed out tear stained face, he looked perfect like this under YN, only YN can do this to Remy. Break him down so easily reducing him to a withering pleasured out mess desperate for more. once YN's face was close enough Remy began licking and the cum off YN's face, leaning forward desperately for his master to kiss him, the kiss was hot and overwhelming as Remy sucks wontonly on YN's tongue moaning like a slut in heat. Remy suddenly gags as YN's hands wrap around his throat. Breaking the kiss, just the right amount of pressure Remy thought to himself, YN know what Remy needs before even he does, one the traits of a great master.

Remy looks up to YN, there's a hunger he hasn't seen before sudden YN shuffles up Remy's body till his hard throbbing cock is slapped against his face, Remy was lightheadedly licking, kissing worshipping YN's cock like his life depended on it, YN threw his head back groaning, muttering praises "you're such a good puppy now, my good puppy" Remy's eyes roll back like a shark as he happily suckles the precum from your tip like it was ambrosia. Remy was truly addicted to YN in every way possible. suddenly Remy gags as YN slides his thick, engorged cock down his throat with out warning. But Remy relaxed his throat and took his master like the expert he was without gagging any further, he could feel YN's cock stretching his throat, the burn and sting, caused more tears to drop down his pretty face. Then YN started to move sliding back and forth treating his poor throat like a fleshlight, Remy could feel the veins of YN's cock slowly pulse, sensing YN was close Remy tries his utmost to suck , YN threw his head back thrusting forward as he fills Remy's throat. Remy felt a sense of euphoria as he felt the thick sweet yet salty cum clog up his throat and fill his mouth, Remy tightened his lips around YN's cock not wanting YN's cum to go to waste. YN pulls Remy off by his hair still shooting painting Remy's face white with thick cum, Remy licked his lips with a moan "Merci, Monsieur" moaned brokenly with hearts in his eyes, feeling more cum land on his messy, sweaty body.

YN shuffles off Remy's body, he felt so light now. trying to even out his breathing, while he watches YN do the same. YN peers down at Remy caressing his cheek lovingly "you think you can keep going my love?". Remy nodded frantically "toute la nuit (all night long)" YN chucked at the response, seeing the hearts in Remy's eyes, he's clearly drunk on him. H kisses Remy once again Remy slobbering and moaning into the kiss even going as far as licking YN's face again "I've broken your mind, haven't I puppy?" Remy nods even more frantically even making dog like sounds. "Ok puppy, your my good boy right "

"Bark Bark" Remy really was gone now, just your good boy right?.

YN sits beside Remy stroking the hair that clings to his sweaty forehead. "Good boy" Remy just pants like a dog. one hand leaves his head causing Remy to whine, then sees the hand was hovering over the toys, their was a spark of recognition and anticipation washing over his features. YN's takes the nipple clamps, placing one on his left, Remy moans and yips and the bite of the clamp against his hard peak, then slowly placing the last clamp over his right nipple, Remy cums yet again. "Good boy, who's a good boy?" "woof woof" "That right you are, my good boy" YN then removes the restraints on Remy's limbs. Remy suddenly rolls over both hands on his ass cheeks parting them, presenting himself to his master whining feeling the drag of metal on his nipples, face buried in the duvet, YN roughly massages Remy's beautiful ass cheeks, occasionally giving them a pinch or a slap and sometimes a soft kiss, that has Remy preening contently. YN shuffles forward grinding his cock against the cleft of Remy's perfect ass, Remy grinding back, whining "Ok puppy, Ready?" "Bark woof Ba..r.r...k, ohh mon Dieu, c'est si profond (oh my so deep)" punched out of Remy as YN suddenly snaps his cock inside Remy, he begins to howl at the rough abusive pace YN was going beating his prostate brutally making his eyes roll back, tongue lapped out drooling "Bark bark " Remy rocks back meeting every one of YN's thrusts, arms aching Remy drops them and curls them around his tummy feeling the sticky mess but even more important the bulge of YN's cock so deep in his guts, the burn was euphoric, the sting were kisses to his insides, rearranging reaching even deeper, he was sure YN had to have a breeding kink or pregnancy kink with how rough and deep he'd be filling him, how after every time he'd feel his tummy fill up and bulge with his cum.

Suddenly YN stops his vicious thrusts, Remy however continues to thrust himself back moaning and panting like a dog. YN's hands roam Remy's body, searing to the touch, yet one hand leaves for a toy the eye mask the other hand pulling Remy up by his hair, with a cry Remy yelps only to see in front of his face your hand holding the eye mask, still thrusting himself back on YN's cock he licks and kisses YN's hand. YN takes that as a yes, YN then uses both hands to place the mask over Remy's eyes, it was all dark suddenly feeling hands return to his body he throws himself back on YN's cock recklessly causing the bed to creak and grind. But no one in this room cares, not one bit.

Remy begins moaning as YN rests on top of him feeling the heat wash over him, his breath against his ear as he nibbles the lobe, the arms wrap around him tightly and raise him up, Remy's cock bouncing pathetically in the air with each snap of hips as skin slaps skin.

Remy cums on the duvet as YN bites his earlobe quite harshly "Bark Bark" Remy whimpers out enjoying the sting and the snap of his body meeting YN's. One hand wraps around Remy's throat pulling the collar to keep him in place while he collected the noise cancelling headphones and slides them on Remy.

YN lets go of the collar, Remy had lost all strength long ago, flopping down head first into the soiled duvet. "BARK!!! BARK!!!!! woooof Wofffff!!!!! WOOOOOF!!!". as YN thrusts at a ruthless pace, abusing his insides, breaking him from the inside out, YN pulls on the collar again only to let go letting Remy flop again in his own mess. "WOOF!!!! BARRRRKKK!!! YIP!!!!!". Remy feels the ruthless slamming losing its rhythm, sloppy pace beating and branding Remy's insides, he could feel the pulse and convulsions of YN's cock with a final hard thrust spearing Remy "WOOFFFFF!!!!!! BaRRRRK!!!!! WooooooooF!!!" Remy is being filled to the brim with YN's cum, Remy was preening feeling himself feebly cum thin, pearly cum. All the while feeling his tummy swell with your cum, as he rubs himself, whining.

Remy mind broken, feels himself being held tightly in place, a hand carefully removing the headphones and eye mask, Remy was startled by everything around him except for the reassuring hand of YN, to keep him grounded. "How woof loud was bark I mon amour?.

"not that loud my love, you're my good boy aren't you?" Remy tiredly nods receiving a gentle kiss to his forehead then his lips would you like the JAW BREAKER now babe, Remy nodded as YN brings it over and places it in Remy's mouth as YN connects the straps . YN still inside Remy carefully shuffles so that they could sleep on their sides.

The next morning.....

Remy wakes up in YN's tight embrace feeling the wet pearly slick pooled on the duvet from his used hole. YN must have slipped out in the night he thinks to himself. Suddenly the grip tightens and YN's hard length grinding against him, Remy decides to remove the gag, to ease his aching jaw "Someone's up" Remy sleepily moans, rubbing his jaw, as YN slides his length back inside Remy's used hole the grip tighten and YN rolls Remy onto him "I want my good boy to ride me" Remy rests his hands tiredly on YN's chest as his tight grip lowers to his hips. Remy begins rolling his hips slowly, rising up and down nice and slowly for his tired body. "Like this sir" Remy purred "just like that, good boy". YN helped raise Remy's body up and pushed his thighs down roughly spearing his cock deeply inside, this continued, Remy didn't know he had tears left to cry after last night. All of a sudden with a harsh trust upwards Remy moans loudly as he came on YN's abdomen thin, watery cum, feeling YN cum inside him again. YN lets Remy droop against his shoulder kissing his hair " you're my good boy, i love you so much Remy" Je t'aime aussie monsieur(I love you too sir)" YN tilts Remy's face to kiss his lips "pouvez-vous me brancher monsieur? (can you plug me up sir?). YN nodded fumbling about till he reaches the box that had been knocked on the floor, must have been while they slept. The couple get off the messy stained bed and go through the toys on the floor till Remy found the thick purple butt plug and decides to take that inserting it himself with a moan.

the couple finally washing up and getting ready for the day. as they reach the dining room they see the tired faces of the x-men, "Hey gang how'd you sleep" "WE DIDN'T" with a resound uproar.