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dinogoofymutated · 13 days
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Hi there! I'm currently watching the original X men series to catch up to 97, and I'm in love with Gambit.
Would it be possible to ask for Remy and reader to be on a secret mission, and the Ole "make out so they don't suspect us" trope comes in, and gambit kinda (obviously) has feelings...?
It could be sfw or nsfw, either is perfect! Thank you for all that you do, I've been trying to find fics for the xmen for a while 🙏🙏
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Kinda spicy! Gambit/GN!reader
YESS!! YESSSS!!! I legit had a dream about this situation with remy the day before you sent me this ask and I was cackling in joy when I saw this! I basically hyperfixated on it because I love this trope.
TWS: sexual themes n shit, no explicit smut. As always, reader written while picturing fem! but no specific pronouns mentioned. Semi-public making out and touching. Nipples be touched but size and type of breast not mentioned.
-Ps- reader can see heat signatures for plot purposes. I usually try to keep powers ambiguous but it was a NEED!
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"In here, quick!" Remy's thick draw catches your attention, just before he yanks you into an alley. The two of you were in New Orleans, looking for a specific mutant Xavier wanted to talk to. The only downside was that Remy still had a warrant out for his arrest, and wanted posters plastered all over the city from bourbon Street to the garden district.
"Don't worry Cher. You said. NOPD 'dumber than a sack of rocks, you said!" You gripe at him. Remy laughs, tugging you around the corner. The alleyways on Burbon street are mostly private areas, owned and sealed off by the bars that line the storefronts- but Remy knew this city like the back of his hand. However, things had changed since he was here last. That became apperent when the two of you reach the end of the alleyway and there's a brand new brick wall, a dead end.
Remy curses and skids to a stop, causing you to slam into his back. You send him a dirty look as you whip around, eyes adjusting to the brick surroundings. It's hard to make out the figures of the cops through the walls of the busy bar in in front of you, too many people crowding the street for drinks even this late at night. You strain your eyes a bit, but are able to make out the stiff-shouldered men, heat signature slightly elevated from booking it after the two of you. Unfortunately, they're headed towards the mouth of the alleyway.
"Damnit." You mutter, turning back to Remy. He understands what you mean just by looking at your face. He hums, thinking for a moment before he begins to take out a playing card. You grab his arm to stop him, trying to ignore how warm his skin is against your own.
"Don't. The explosion will just lead them to us." You say. Remy nodds, glancing at the corner before suddenly caging you against the wall of the alleyway. You try not to blush as he does so. Remy smirks at you, and you think your heart might just explode. You remind yourself that this is standard Remy behavior, but it doesn't stop your face from heating up. You can only hope it's too dark for him to see you properly.
"Well, there is another way we could fool those pigs." Remy says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow at him before looking back over in the direction of the alleyways opening, able to spot the cops as they begin to enter. In your peripheral, you see Remy running his fingers through his hair to flatten it. You open your mouth to ask him what he has in mind, but the sound of footsteps cut you off.
"-Well, if you're going to do something, you better do it quick!" You whisper back at him. Remy pushes you further against the cold brick, his hands drifting down to your waist as he leans over to wisper in your ear.
"Trust me, Cher. I'll take care of you." His words cause goosebumps to rise at the back of your neck, and you hardly have time to react before he's kissing you. Your eyes are blown wide, heart thumping wildly as you start to slowly relax into the kiss.
Unsurprisingly, Remy is a really, really good kisser. It's hard to focus while he's touching you like this, kissing you deeply like he loves you. He nips at your lip, and you gasp, having forgotten about everything else already. His tongue darts into you mouth, caressing the skin he finds there. You let out a small moan as one of his hands drifts lower, caressing your thigh and hiking your leg up just a bit. Your own hands slowly slide up his chest, drifting to his neck.
The heat in your chest is unbearable when Gambit separates from the kiss, a string of spit connecting your mouths before he wipes it away, nothing but affection on his eyes. You're panting for breath while he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then lower. Remy places wet kisses on your neck, sucking and biting as he tries to swallow you whole. You thread your hands through his soft hair as his does so, fully encouraging him to ravage you in whatever way he would like. One of his hands begins to slide under your shirt when a cough startles you out of your heated state.
Your first instinct is to turn towards the noise, but Gambit is quick to cup your cheek and pull you into another heated kiss before your head could move a centimeter. He keeps you occupied as his other hand fully caresses the skin beneath your shirt, squeezing and caressing your breast. You hear another exhausted sigh from the cops. You crack and eye open slightly, knowing they cant see you do so in the dark. One of them begins to raise his voice, but the other smacks him on the shoulder.
"Just another pair of drunks. We've got bigger things to worry about right now." The cop says. You could practically hear the other roll his eyes before they turn to and walk away. Gambit brings your attention back to him and only him when you feel a finger brush lightly against your nipple. You gasp, and Remy chuckles, playfully biting your lip as he pulls away. He's smirking as he looks at you, and you can only imagine what you look like right now.
"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, voice low and husky. You can't seem to pull your thought together properly when he's looking at you like that. You nervously look away, hands playing with his collar.
"And if I did?" You ask, glancing back at him to gage his reaction. He looks surprised at first, face morphing into a lovestruck smile before he tries to cover it up with a smirk. Didn't stop you from being able to see the heat rise to his cheeks, however.
"Then gambit thinks we should do this more often."
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pocketfulofvoices · 13 days
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JEANPOSTING WILL RESUME EVENTUALLY!! been busy with life stuff but hey at least i can legally drive now !! have a doodle in the meantime
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jurassic-cunt · 3 months
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"you should be at the club" i should be walking the french quarter admiring the pretty houses 😭
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karda · 2 months
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hi im in new orleans rn. zoo moments.
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HOG HOG HOG HOG HOG HOG
HOG HOG HOG‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️❗❗❗❗
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aheathen-conceivably · 7 months
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I'd like to give my two cents on the question you were asked about why your story is special/different. Your answer was wonderful, however I would like to add that what really makes your story special to me is your wonderful and immersive portrayal of New Orleans. Keep in mind that I've never been anywhere close to Louisiana so I'm not a great judge, but the way your portray the city has such a vibrance and sense of familiarity. I haven't seen such a lively and well-done setting in any other decades challenge. Have a good day!
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My goodness, I don’t think it’s possible for me to convey my thanks to you, not only for your kindness, but for that specific compliment 🥺
So I have mentioned this, but I lived in New Orleans for about a decade (and grew up nearby the city). It’s very difficult for me to articulate the love of place that I have for Louisiana, but more specifically, for New Orleans. I began writing the 1920s as an homage to its history, but I think over time I put a lot more of my heart into the story than I intended to. Above all, I now realize that it’s a love letter to the city and all the wonderful things it has given me/made me feel. The fact that this comes across touches my heart more than you can know.
I will certainly admit that this does make me nervous going forward. It isn’t just you saying that, as I’ve thought it for a while, but I’m now venturing into a place in the story that I just don’t have the same connection with or knowledge of. I have tried to mend that with research; but I fear the heart behind the 1920s cannot be replicated anywhere else. I just hope that the characters stay strong and vibrant no matter where we go so that the story doesn’t lose the magic that it (and I) got from New Orleans ♥️
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hekateinhell · 4 months
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caught in between being desperate to have time to write fic and also doing my best to navigate adult responsibilities which this week alone look like: an assignment due, a lawyer meeting (everything is fine I just had some questions about stuff), an interview, and my bestie about to go into labor at quite literally any second and I have to be Available
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bywandandsword · 3 months
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I played hooky from class cause it's Mardi Gras
I was planning on just taking it easy and enjoying the day, but I ended up having a super productive day while watching the broadcasts of the parades tho. I did multiple loads of laundry, cleaned my living room, and made a bunch of headway in writing the lecture I'm giving on Friday!
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winnie-the-monster · 1 year
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I currently live here.
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theflopwonder · 2 years
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As a black woman, Anita Fite being a pun for "I need a fight" is very important to me because of instead of it reinforcing the angry black woman stereotype, which it could've easily done, instead it's used for Anita’s excitement and delight of being apart of action and the action in question always centered on her being a hero and helping people. Its not that she's incapable of living without violence It's that if she's not out there fighting the good fight she's not content with herself and its something very beautiful to me.
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skrunksthatwunk · 3 months
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do you guys know that video of the very very southern man comforting his dog after he threw up in his truck. im not great with accents but i think he's from louisiana bc he sounds a bit like my grandpa. i miss him...
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hubbyalh · 3 months
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vanians · 27 days
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when its spring and so the weather is making me feel like i should be in sf again -_______________-
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bunnyhopkins · 4 months
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IN ANOTHER LIFE I A M A PARTY GIRL THO
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random-fandom-whump · 2 years
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NCIS: New Orleans S02E04 ↳ By Request
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sideeffx · 1 year
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Scattered thoughts time but I’ve finished interview with a vampire season 1 and I really liked it! I’ve unfortunately been exposed to all of the hashtag fandom stuff through mutuals so I haven’t gotten the “cleanest” watch but out of context spoilers have quite literally never bothered me so it doesn’t really matter. I think it was a very well directed well written show that adapted the source material in a very unique way. Very well executed supernatural gothic romance leaning into an interesting psychological horror/tragic story of what seemed like eternity long companionship tearing at the seams and the loss of humanity. Now it’s time to write a bunch of meta posts retreading old ground because I just got here yaaay.
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lavender-femme · 1 year
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thinking about how lonely it all really is…
i wake up, i go to work, i come home exhausted. i do it 5-6 days a week… i was talking with my work bestie the other day and was again reminded that i never really do anything fun. i just work and pay bills and stare at my phone.
i put so much of my life on hold for someone who doesn’t want me and it’s taken me so long to get back to a place similar to where i was before she came into my life… but now i only really have one real life friend. the people i love are scattered hundreds and thousands of miles away.. (and i don’t just mean internet friends, i mean people i have built real life relationships with are just anywhere but here)
it’s so lonely. and it doesn’t feel “normal” early 20’s kind of lonely. it feels like it’s truly eating away at my bones, almost suffocating me. i wake up i go to work i come home and sit with my cats and that seems like all there is. i go to therapy, i go to work again, i pay bills, the debt total never seems to go down. it’s all the same over and over and there’s no end in sight.
i want to do fun things, but i don’t want to go clubbing or to bars or whatever. i just want to hang out and play board games or Jack box and go on walks and read books together and go window shopping or literally anything that’s DOING something. but i have no one to do them with and my attempt at budgeting holds me back.
i enjoy my own company, i can and do go places alone, but i want camaraderie, i want group pictures, i want memories i can share
but god it really is so lonely
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