#slight lemons

I have not touched picrew in forever but I got really bored yesterday so I ended up making a lot hehe

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Tw: biting, blood, dominant Hayden for once, slight nsfw, heavy nsfw mentions

They looked at you in surprise as the words left your mouth, pausing. Their hands still gripped your hips tightly, claws gently digging in before leaning close, lips brushing yours as they spoke.

“You sure?”

“Positive? Is that weird or-“

Hayden cut you off with a snort, shifting your legs to wrap around their waist, face buried in your neck. He dragged his fangs along your throat, chuckling lowly.

“Not weird at all. Just wanted to trouble check before I make you mine.”

A soft gasp left your throat as his teeth sank into your neck, wrapping your hands around him and tangling your fingers in his hair.

*Feels like an awkward bit of self-promotion, but if you need a lift today like I did, have an update*

Chapters: 35/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rylen (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Rylen (Dragon Age)/Original Character(s), Female Trevelyan & Original Female Character, Cullen Rutherford/Female Mage Trevelyan (Secondary), Cullen Rutherford & Rylen Characters: Rylen (Dragon Age), Original Female Character(s), Abigail Henderson, Cullen Rutherford, Evelyn Trevelyan, Flissa (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras Additional Tags: Modern Girl in Thedas, POV Female Character, POV Rylen, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Drinking to Cope, OC is a Hot Mess, Minor Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan, Strong Female Characters, Female Friendship, Getting to Know Each Other, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst, Explicit Language, Divorce, Masturbation, Male Solo, Explicit Sexual Content, From Sex to Love, fast burn, Slow Build, Sex Before Feelings, or at least, Denial of Feelings, for one of them, Ambiguous Relationships, Casual Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, lots of brotps, Friendship, Banter, Not Canon Compliant, Fluff, occasionally, Canon-Typical Violence, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Sex, Idiots in Love, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Slow To Update, Blow Jobs, Established Relationship, Finally, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 1 of Just Say Lass Summary:

Abigail Henderson just wanted more out of life as everything began to fall apart - a chance to start over, a chance to be herself again.

Anon, you’re a damn genius

Also, let’s keep in mind that Demyx and Luxord’s real names haven’t actually been confirmed - though there is some debate about Demyx - so I decided to just leave it open to interpretation - enjoy!

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Xemnas - “Ansem” - It’s not his name, not really. It’s almost as if you’re calling out someone else’s name and he’s not happy about that at all. He’ll stop no matter what he’s doing or how close he is to his own orgasm and, if you’re particularly unlucky, he might actually take out his anger on you with a slap or a shove.

Xigbar - “Braig” - hearing his real name is probably one of the only things that will make him stop mid-sex. He’ll stare down at you, rage building at the back of his spine, leave the bed, grab his clothes, and you probably won’t see him again anytime soon. When he finally shows his face again, he’ll act aloof and carefree, but he won’t be sleeping with you again.

Xaldin - “Dilan” - Dilan was the one who was heartbroken and Dilan was the one who knew what it meant to care about someone only to get it thrown back into his face, so he growl something low and rumbling under his breath and snap at you, scolding you for calling him something that he’s not, but if he grabs you a little gentler and his thrusts are a little softer… neither of you dare to point it out.

Vexen - “Even” - As far as he’s concerned, Even is dead and Vexen is what’s left behind. He doesn’t care that you yelled out his old name in bed - he’s more upset because he believes it means you have unrealistic expectations that he’ll ever return to the person that he used to be.

Lexaeus - “Aeleus” - Aeleus misses the way he used to be, if only to be able to experience sex in the way that he could along time ago. When you say his name, it reminds him that something is missing from this intimate encounter between the two of you, but he’ll never be able to pinpoint what that something is until years later.

Zexion - “Ienzo” - actually feels a little uncomfortable with hearing his former name. He barely remembers his time as Ienzo - he was so young and it was such a short part of his life that he feels as though Zexion is who he truly is. He doesn’t comment on it at the time, but later he’ll tell you that you made him uncomfortable.

Saix - “Isa” - he doesn’t like that shit at all, okay, and he’ll tell you immediately. He didn’t want this type of life, but he has it anyway and he intends to make the most of it. Saix is who he is now and you’ll refer to him as such. He may grab your throat - not enough to completely halt your breathing, but he’ll squeeze pretty tightly until you refer to him by his new name.

Axel - “Lea” - you call out his name and it’s just like. Insta-Nut. He never wanted this life for himself - it was forced onto him - so to have someone call out his real name instead of just his nobody name makes a full chill fly up his spine.

Demyx - “?” - he doesn’t know how you learned his true name but he really doesn’t care. There’s something about his name emerging from your mouth in a moment of passion that actually brings a few tears to his eyes. He hides them by burying his face into your neck, though you aren’t fooled. Neither of you bother to bring it up later, but there’s something about the blank way that he looks at you that makes you shiver.

Luxord - “?” - It’s  been so long since he’s heard his other name and he’s so into the moment that he doesn’t immediately recognize what you said until long after the two of you are curled up, ready to fall asleep. He isn’t mad at it, per say, but it’s a reminder of the past and he isn’t very fond of it.

Marluxia - “Lauriam” - He’s almost forgotten who he used to be and, when he looks down at your face, he realizes that you don’t even realize what you said. You’re too busy grabbing, touching, reaching up to pull him forward. He won’t mention it later and he won’t explain to you why he’s acting so odd when you ask him.

(I hope that your day or month was grate because you deserve it 💞)

For you my dear?

I’ll do a little blurb, okay?

TW: body dysmorphia, rejection sensitive, depressive thoughts, slight drug implication, slight blood, slight mention of nsfw at the end

You curled up, hiding under your blankets as you scrolled through your phone.

Maybe instagram wasn’t the best option for scrolling. Every single person that showed up was absolutely stunning.

Thin waist, large biceps. Wide hips, large breasts.

Every single person that you scrolled past seemed to love themselves, be happy in their skin.

Why couldn’t you?

You made a noise of irritation, tossing your phone across the bed. You curled up further, feeling the familiar burn as tears built on your lids. You tried to blink them back, only succeeding in letting a few roll down your cheeks.

The door swung open to your little room, leaving you wiping your face and sniffling.

“Hey, I’m back-,” Cody started, pausing as he shut the door slowly. The faint sound of his deep inhale let you know exactly what he was doing. Made your heart drop. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You furiously wiped your eyes, peeking out from your small cocoon at your boyfriend. He dropped his black gym bag beside him, making a dull, wet thud. You shook your head, forcing a smile.

“Nothing,” you tried to assure him, voice cracking slightly. You’re going to leave. You’re only here because you feel bad for me. You’re going to fucking leave me like everyone else.

Cody snorted, nose twitching as he took another deep breath.

“Don’t lie, alma,” he muttered, walking closer. As he moved toward you, you could barely make out the flecked blood across his cheeks, the flushed cheeks and his dilated pupils. He’s trying to comfort you now? When he’s hopped up on adrenaline and God knows what else? “I can smell you, you fucking know that. Don’t lie to me.”

“Just sad, I guess. Keep thinking-I keep wondering if everyone just-Do you put up with me because you have to? Because you’re stuck with me?” You asked, wrapping your arms around your waist. You avoided looking at him.

Cody made a noise of irritation, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“Why the fuck would I lie to you? What motivation do I have for stringing you along?” He asked, poking your forehead and flashing you that familiar, crooked grin. “You know I hate liars. And so what if I’m stuck with you? If anything, it means you’re stuck with me. Means you’ve got to stay with me.”

He shrugged, sitting down on the bed beside you. Cody draped an arm over your shoulders, tugging you into his side, kissing your forehead.

“And I’d let you know if I thought anyone had bad intentions,” he said softly, burying his face in your hair. “I promise. Now, you want to help me get this blood off? I’d kill for a shower.”

“Didn’t you already?” You teased, feeling a bit better with his arm around you.

“Not for a shower. Killed for honor,” he teased. “And now I’m ready to get it off. Or get off, whichever comes first.”

“Fine, we can shower. But I’m only washing your hair.”

I’m always taking prompts :D Sorta NSFW

Bill knew better than this, or at least he should have known better. Mike was perfectly clear what he wanted when they started this and it wasn’t a relationship. But that didn’t stop Bill from rolling onto his side so he could trace Mike’s chest with a finger tip. He knew that he should leave- not because Mike expected him too, he’d always been open about how he didn’t mind if Bill stayed- but for his own sanity. Because he knew that Mike didn’t feel the same way that he did.

That was how all of this started. When Stan  and Richie had started dating Mike had come to him one night, drunk, and confessed his feelings for Stan. Bill had admitted that he felt the same for Richie. It lead to Mike pulling Bill into his lap and kissing him until both of them hurt less. That was the start of it, of them trying to get over the others by sleeping with each other.

That was nearly 6 months ago. Since then Bill had gotten over Richie, realizing that he and Stan were great together, but Mike still liked Stan. At least, his eyes still followed him whenever Stan was in the room and he still stiffened when the two of them kissed. While it usually worked out for him- Mike pulling him into another room and kissing him - that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell. He wanted Mike to look at him like that. He wanted Mike to feel a fraction of what he felt for him.

With that thought Bill stood, looking for his underwear. He was bending over to pick them up when he heard a chuckle. “What a view.” He turned, seeing that Mike was sitting up and watching him. “You don’t need to leave you know, I can make you breakfast tomorrow.”

Bill shook his head. “I need to write tomorrow. I’ll just make a big pot of coffee.”

Mike sighed and Bill knew what was coming. “You need to eat Bill, you can’t live on coffee.”

Bill turned back to him, his hands on his hips, and smiled, “Don’t you like my coffee fueled body?”

Mike’s eyes raked over him and Bill shivered involuntarily. He loved when Mike’s attention was on him, when Mike looked at him like that. “You know I do.” He dropped his voice a little. “Don’t leave yet.Come back to bed.”

This got a little long so I put it under the cut. 

“Shut up! Someone will hear us!” Eddie hissed, glancing around nervously.

Richie, unsurprisingly, didn’t seem worried. “Eds, it’s fine. It’s part 7pm. Everyone is gone. ” He slotted his body against Eddie’s, pressing slow kisses to his neck. “Besides baby, you know I can’t be quiet.” He palmed Eddie, who couldn’t stop himself from keening into the touch. “And I know you like that.”  Eddie rolled his eyes but brought Richie’s lips back to his, trying to kiss the stupid grin off his face. 

At first it had been annoying, the way Richie flirted with Eddie every chance he got. He was in IT so, for the first few months, Eddie had seen a lot of him, it seemed like something was always going wrong with his email, his computer, his phone. Richie spent a lot of time under Eddie’s desk and Eddie spent a lot of time listening to blow job jokes.

He’d resisted Richie’s flirtations for months, telling himself that Richie just wanted to get a rise out of him. Until his resolved crumbled after one too many drinks at the office Christmas party. He had pulled Richie into a dark conference room,d tasting the liquored up eggnog on his lips as they kissed.

After that they’d started doing this whenever they could, Richie would pretend that he had a business question for Eddie and they would make out in the stairwell or Eddie’s mouse would suddenly stop working and he’d disappear into a supply closet for an hour. They hadn’t been caught yet and Eddie wanted to keep it that way.