How do you think Remy would react to reader falling face first into his chest during a fight in battle and just go "oh hey Remy what's up?" Muffled between his tits? Kind of like the Grinch stole Christmas with Martha may who.
gosh... i have never talked/thought about remy's tits this much in my life, must be something in the water. marvel rivals.
anyways i had to look this up and then got distracted by martha may edits, and now i have hello martha stuck in my head and omg are they established? what's the context? i'm too tistic for this...
ok so i'm going unestablished remy and reader i'm thinking he'd be all embarrassed bc the teams most def watching. someone says something like "and that's why we don't leave the house without a shirt" put some clothes on! i still have hellfire gala gambit on mind sorry... fuck it i'm just gonna write it
remy lebeau x f!reader 18+
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shits exploding in the background, too many mutants using different abilities, it's a firework shit show, remy's too distracted by something shooting at him to even notice she's barreling right towards him... she hits his chest hard.
"hello remy." she says sheepishly as she looks up from where her face was just buried deep in his tits. "god your chest's so hard."
"w-what." remy stutter's out, his face is about as red as his eyes are right now.
she didn't just trip and accidentally fall face first into him. no she came at him fast from god knows where. and directly hit his chest. he could still feel where her nose was stuffed right between his pecs. he could still feel where her lips stuck to him, he swears his skin is wet now. he shoulda worn a damn shirt.
her hand is braced against one of his... tits? the other is god, shouldn't be there... he managed to catch her. well his tits did. and keep his balance all at the time.
"you're har-" "yeah no." she follows up with. as she's already pulling away from him. when a blast shoots past them. that has remy instinctively pulling her closer into him. his hand shoots up and grabs the back of her head effectively squishing her back into his tits. "sorry chère." he manages to get out. his head's in the gutter at this point. dangerous place to be when they're actively being shot at. "...'s all good." she mumbles still stuffed in him.
"ew get a room you two." someone from behind calls out. he's just now realizing he's been absentmindedly petting her head and that she hasn't come back up for air. oh yeah and his tits definitely wet...
yeah i cut myself off... hope you enjoy? sorry.
