#bree drabbles

[marstonrider]

hi! i love your blog a lot and saw a post of yours talking abt threesomes with sweet guys….

maybe a reader x gambit & scott summers post idk🫣

no pressure to respond obviously, Sorry if im bad at wording this right im pretty new to tumblr verbiage

ohh I suck so hard writing threesomes. hopefully this conveys what I had in mind…I love sweet guys.

You’ve taken bites, lashes, just straight torture as a mutant. All for people who don’t have the decency to thank you. Your fight with the weight of the world on your back and the humans give no aid. You rely on your fellow mutants. The X-Men. Some comfort you in…special ways.

“Don’t tease her, Remy. She’s been through enough for today.”

Scott’s lips pressed softly against your temple as Remy finally guided himself inside you. The cajun sucked air in though his teeth. He’d never get tired of your warmth.

“Just givin’ her something to look forward to, Scott,” Remy replied. His chuckle turned into a moan as your walls tightened around his cock. Scott rubbed soothing circles around your quivering thighs before letting his belt hit the floor, khakis pooling around his ankles as he took his cock and gave it a few pumps.

Scott’s shoulders relaxed. He gathered his slick and circled his tip with his thumb, eyes warm beneath his glasses. “Can you open up, my love?”

Your swollen lips parted, tongue lolling out for him to slide into your mouth. Remy reached over to circle your clit, both men shuddering when you tightened up on both ends. Remy smiled, his chin resting on your shoulder as his cock fucked up into you. “There’s my girl. No need to think. Just focus on how good you’re feeling.”

You’ve always been a woman of action. You should be returning their caresses and gentle words. They were tired too. You perked up in protest but Scott held you in place. Not mean. Just a gentle reprimand.

The lewd plap plap plap of your gushing cunt motivated Remy to move faster. Hazy bicolored eyes locked with Scott’s. He understood Remy without words. Scott stroked your hair, pulling out your mouth as Remy’s fingers stroked your clit with vigor, plush lips kissed over your back and shoulders.

Scott’s head fell back with ecstasy as he began jerking his heavy cock in his palm. Drool hung from your lip from watching his tip flush and drip. Scott’s back tightened, Remy’s arms flexed, and your back arched as your orgasms hit so in synch you wondered in your pleasure-riddled mind if you had a psychic link going right now.

Remy’s head hung low over your shoulder, cum flooding your quivering hole just as Scott coated your pretty face. “So…” Remy babbled some nonsense, his chest heaving against your back.

The matress dipped beneath Scott’s knees. You opened your left arm abd wrapped it around his waist and the Cajun settled on the other side. Scott took a good look at you, cheeks flushing as he reached for the tissues on the nightstand. “I-I’m sorry. I got carried away…”

You chuckled as he wiped his essence from your face. Remy pushed his lip out and reached to play with your folds. “M’ not cleaning y’out so soon, Cher. I still feel some tension here…” Remy slid his fingers in, pushing his cum deeper.

…why stress when you had two handsome mutants doting on you?

[problem-queen]

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[marstonrider]

puppygirl rogue and catboy gambit who get anxious when you don’t come home. you’ve already texted them that you’re working late but they miss you so much! They can’t help but be bad and pounce on each other while they wait for you <3

[problem-queen]

After a couple bad breakups this year I have decided 2019 is all about self love and realization... Like damn... I have a solid career, a master’s degree, an active art practice, amazing friends, a supportive family, and a great sense of humor. Did some dude give me those things??? No. I gave myself those things. 

[dwarrowdams]

“Fergus?”

“Yeah?”

“How do you ask someone to marry you?”

“…Maker, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“I am.  I’ve been thinking about it for a while without being horrified.  And Zev and I have been together for a while now, so…”

“Wow.  I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Neither did I.”

“My little brother, all grown up and ready to propose to a man who tried to kill him.”

“You make it sound like he tried to kill me yesterday.  It’s been more than five years now.”

“Five years?  You two have been together a long time.  And he never said anything about getting married?”

“He knew I wasn’t ready, so he didn’t push me.  If he had, we probably wouldn’t be together now.”

“You’re a good match then.  I’m glad you found someone like him.”

“Me too.  But I still have no idea how to propose.”

“I can’t tell you much, Gil.  Make it special, but don’t be obvious.  It’ll be less fun if he knows.  Try to be creative.  And if you mess up, it’ll be all right.  He loves you, even if you get too nervous to form proper sentences.”

“I still don’t know how what to do.”

“That’s all right, Gil.  You’ll wait until the last minute, then you’ll think of something brilliant.  You always do.”

“I hope so.”

[dwarrowdams]

Tirzah walked towards the throne room of Orzammar, excitement and a little bit of nervousness fluttering in her chest.  Her father had requested that she meet him in the throne room this afternoon: an unusually former request, even from the king of Orzammar to his child.  Normally, he would wait until their paths crossed if he had something to tell her, so the fact that he had specifically requested her presence spoke to this moment’s importance.  

She wasn’t sure what exactly he intended, but she was certain that her father meant to honor her in some way.  Since she’d begun to take an active interest in Orzammar’s military and politics at age eighteen, Tirzah had steadily earned recognition as she proved her own capability and resourcefulness as an Aeducan.  People had begun to respect her not only because she was of noble caste, but because she’d shown that she took an active interest in Orzammar and its people.  In fact, she’d heard from more than one reliable source that the people of Orzammar favored her to be the next ruler.  It might be idle talk, of course, but the fact that she had the favor of the people of Orzammar pleased her.

Besides, she would love to be queen.

She nodded politely to the guards as she pushed open the doors to the throne room and stepped inside.  Endrin Aeducan was sitting on the throne, crown on his head, looking every inch the king of Orzammar.

“My lord,” Tirzah said, bowing slightly.  The formality was unnecessary, perhaps, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

A smile spread across the king’s face.  “Tirzah,” he said.  “Come closer.  I have exciting news for you.”

Tirzah took a few steps towards his throne.  “Yes?”

Endrin took a deep breath.  “You’ve proven yourself remarkably capable,” he said.   “I’ve been keeping an eye on you these past few months and you’ve developed a good eye for military strategy.”

“Thank you,” Tirzah said, lowering her head slightly.  “I’m honored that you’ve taken notice, Father.”

Endrin waved her comment away.  “It’s difficult not to notice someone with your level of dedication,” he said.  “You bring honor to the Aeducan name.  But I did not call you here simply to give you praise.  Words are no longer sufficient commendation.  Which is why you will soon be appointed as Orzammar’s newest commander.”

Tirzah bit her lip to keep herself from squealing in glee.  She’d expected something good, but commander?  This was better news than she’d hoped.  “You do me great honor, Father,” she said, trying unsuccessfully to hide the grin that spread across her face.

“You’ve earned it, Tirzah,” he said, a small smile touching his lips.  “You’ve made me very proud.  And if your mother were alive, I have no doubt that she’d say the same.”

Tirzah’s eyes widened briefly in surprise.  She’d heard it dozens of times from a variety of other people, but she doubted how well they had actually known her mother.

But when her father spoke of her, Tirzah knew that he meant it.

She bowed slightly.  “I hope I continue to do so.”

“I’m sure you will,” Endrin said.  “Now go celebrate.  We’ll work out the details later.  Ancestors know you deserve a little fun.”

Tirzah smiled and ran up to her father, giving him a quick hug.  “Thank you,” she said.  “I won’t let you down.”

[dwarrowdams]

Eden stood outside Anders’ clinic, nervously fidgeting with the end of her ponytail.  Normally, the only reason she hesitated to enter was because of the abundance of cat hair—she was terribly allergic and wanted to avoid the constant sneezing and watery eyes that came with exposure to cats and their fur, especially first thing in the morning.

But today, she hesitated for a different reason.

“It’ll be fine,” she murmured, pausing to listen for anyone else who might be inside.  “And if it isn’t, at least there’s no one else around.”

She poked her head into the clinic.  “Anders?” she called.

“Just a—Eden!” he said, getting up and walking towards her.  “It’s good to see you.  Don’t worry—no cat hair in the clinic.  Or on me—for now.”

“Good to see you too,” she said, hugging him quickly.  “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” he said.  “Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

“Actually,” she began, “I’m here as a patient.”

Concern crossed his face.  “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Eden murmured, looking down at her boots.  “I’m fine.  I just wanted to…ask you something.”

Anders smiled.  “I figured that much,” he said.  “Whatever it is, I’ve probably heard or seen worse.”

“Is there anything I can take to keep me from getting pregnant?”

Eden glanced up for long enough to see Anders’ brown eyes go wide.  She continued to stare at her feet, not sure if she should—or could—say something else.

He recovered more easily than she did.  “There are a couple of things,” he said, turning away from her and heading towards the shelves at the back of his clinic.  “Both are equally effective, but you take this one before and this one after,” he continued, gesturing appropriately.

“Do I just…eat it plain or…?”

“You can, but I’d advise against doing that if you take it after,” he said as he handed her the packets of herbs.  “It’s got an awful taste to it.  Mix it with something else, but don’t heat it up.”

“So no tea.”

“No tea.”

“Drat,” Eden said.  “Anything else I should know?”

Anders frowned.  “Nothing too pressing,” he said.  “There’s enough for two doses in each package.  Come back to me when you decide which one you prefer and we’ll talk more.”

“Perfect,” Eden said, taking a step towards the door.

“Wait,” Anders said, laying his hand on her shoulder to stop her.

She turned back towards him.  “Hmm?”

“I know you said you’re here as a patient, but…can I ask you something as a friend?”

“Of course.”

“You’re…sure everything’s fine with you?”

Eden bit her lip.  She knew that his question came from a place of concern, but she also suspected that his dislike of Fenris played a role in the asking.  “Everything’s fine, Anders,” she said, her voice firm but gentle.  “It’s just…not the right time to start a family.”

“I see,” Anders said.  “Let me know if you have any problems.”

“I will,” she said as she turned towards the door, wishing she hadn’t come.  There were other healers in Kirkwall who probably would have served her just as well; why had she visited the one who knew the specifics of her circumstance?

Because she trusted him.

Because he was her friend.

Because in spite of everything, there was some foolish part of her that hoped that he would put aside his hatred for Fenris, even now that she’d learned to work around those two and their distaste for one another.

But it was what it was, she reminded herself, and she shouldn’t let Anders’ contempt for Fenris spoil her morning.  She had a perfect cup of tea and a slightly overenthusiastic mabari waiting for her back in Hightown.  That was more than enough reason for her to start her morning with a smile.

[dwarrowdams]

“What do you mean, two months of bed rest?” Tirzah said sharply.  Although she was significantly shorter than the healer she addressed, Tirzah stood with such an air of authority that the healer took a few steps back.

“I mean that that’s what you need to do to make sure the baby arrives safely, your Majesty,” the healer said, her voice soft.

Tirzah sighed heavily.  “And there’s absolutely nothing else I can do?” she asked.

“Not unless you want to put yourself and your child at risk.”

Tirzah crossed her arms across her chest, thinking of what she might do.  After nearly five years of marriage, Tirzah’s pregnancy had shocked both her and Alistair.  She knew that there was little to no chance that she would have another child after this one, so insuring that it was healthy was imperative.

Still, she and Alistair had a kingdom to rule—a task that they could not put aside even now.  If she had to abandon her duties completely for two full months…

“When you say bed rest, what exactly do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean nothing strenuous—physically or otherwise.  And I know it’s easier said than done, but…try not to worry, Highness.  It won’t help you, the kingdom, or the babe.”

“Thank you,” Tirzah said, smiling weakly.  “You may go.”

She couldn’t see the healer leave through her tears.  She and Alistair had tried to have a child for years and years, and now that she was finally pregnant, she had to leave him to deal with the kingdom alone.  It really was a two-person job and there was only so much she could do if confined to her quarters.  She couldn’t let him do the worst of the work for two whole months, but she couldn’t risk anything happening to the child either.

Not for the first time, a part of her wished that Alistair had married someone else.  If he’d married someone who wasn’t a dwarf or a Warden or both, the two of the might have had a better chance.  At the very least, a human woman would have been more suited for childbearing.

Deep down, she knew that they’d find a way to make this all right—they always had, after all—but her brain was too muddled to do anything other than mull over everything that

Stop worrying, she told herself.  It’ll be fine somehow.  Besides, she told you not to worry.

Easier said than done indeed.