“Hope is what the X-Men are all about. We're not your enemy. We are dream made flesh."
Indie Rogue / Anna Marie rp from Marvel's X-Men.
Semi-Selective.
Comics / Movies canon divergent.
Verses Available: listed in pinned post!
Mun is 25+, so 18+ only , please! I generally prefer 20+, though!
18+ themes may occur.
((Hello! Spring Break started yesterday and goes through until the 8th! So, aside from a few days where I won't be home a lot and trying to get caught up again on housework and such, I'm gonna try to be here a little bit. I might be bopping back and forth between this blog and Cass's. I'm gonna start with a focus on shorter replies to get back into things, I think? Then I'll see about getting to longer format stuff again :)
If anyone wants memes sent their way while I'm here or a one to two line starter to get things back in motion, just message me or leave a comment here letting me know which you want and I'll get it done today <3))
She may still have been a bit sleepy from her nap when she'd first went to find Remy, but she certainly wasn't feeling tired now.
In fact, quite the opposite...
Rogue watched him, lips just slightly parted, eyes moving a slow trail downwards from his face, to his chest, his abdomen. Her gaze, however, paused unabashedly on the work his hand was doing. The length of him. The way his fingers curled around his shaft. He was making a show of it, and she knew it. Knew he was already well aware of the slight dampness starting to settle in her panties just from watching him. She had no shame about it. Felt no need to play coy.
She pressed the door shut behind her, her eyes never leaving him as she did so, then slowly sauntered her way over. "Well, sugah, ya puttin' on quite a show. I'd hate t'ruin it..." She grinned wolfishly, like it was all she could do to keep herself even this restrained.
Despite her words, she paused only when she was finally at the side of the bed. She didn't bother to strip down before she climbed up onto the mattress. No. This was about him right now. About how hard he was in his own hand. About what he was watching to get himself off to. Sure, he'd try to make it about her eventually- that's how he was. But for now? Oh, she wanted to focus on Remy.
She didn't stop him from stroking himself, nor did she yet touch him in the way she so desperately wanted to. Rogue played at restraint, instead, and let her gaze flicker from him to the laptop screen. "Whatcha watchin'?" Porn. Obviously. What type was the real question. Not that she waited for an answer before she started the video back up. And, with the video playing once again, she placed her gloved hand over Remy's to help him stroke himself. Like this she knew that she would soon be able to set the pace of his own self-pleasure.
"Who doesn't lock the door?!" (She's not actually complaining, she's enjoying the show xD)
@abrushwithdeath
Remy looked up, unapologetic smirk on his face. He paused the porn, but he didn't close it the laptop. Why would he? Only ethically made, femme owned, pay to view porn touched it. Well, that, and art for the more... improbable scenarios. He also didn't stop stroking himself, instead making a point of looking her up and down slowly as he dragged out just how long curled fingers took to get from base to tip of his shaft.
"Last Ah check, you live here, 'n you been seen all m'goods. What Remy gotta hide? Just figured would letcha nap where you was 'stead of wakin' you."
He shifted where he was on the bed to better look at her, clearly enjoying his view of Rogue just as much, if not more so.
"So sleepyhead, is you just gawkin', or is you sittin'? Pick one."