#stay strong soldiers 🫡

[angry-kid-with-no-money]

[ghostherlig]

CLLSARING FIC CLAORLLARING FIC COLLAR FIC &:3:$:59,'xuddAAAAAAAAAA EEEK Squeels and hits my head on a chemical vat LRMTHT!4/

AHSKDLHASD glad to see there's some excitement for this fic 😅

[werewolftransjenderism]

A butch shaving their legs is like an angel losing its wings

[folklaurr]

I feel so bad for everyone going tonight bc I know how cold it was last night and y’all got rain on top of that 😭

[tommowluvr]

i think we don't value rb20 as much as we should. everyone says 'oh it's a shitty car, a disappointment, even my dead grandpa is faster than this car', like bro shut the fuck up. the only reason rb20 isn't fast is because of max's big tits and all the levels of cuntness he serves everywhere he goes.

[my4ththerapist]

Me spending an hour none stop talking, explaining the plots and characters in trc to a relatively new friend the first time we spend one on one time together 😀

[allgremlinart]

HAHAHAHAHEHEHA 🫵 (pointing and laughing at mutuals who haven't dropped out of college like me)

[kiwiwritescrap]

watching everyone die over the new update makes me so glad i haven’t updated my discord yet

[vero-niche]

WOLFWOOD DONT LEAVE HIM COME BACK

#1 STUPIDEST WOLFWOOD DECISION (GONE WRONG) (GONE FR)

[manaosdeuwu]

i’m playing bg3 and i’m being soooo so brave right now NOT going into the astarion tag in order to avoid spoilers even though i want to make that bitch pregnant so bad. i don’t even like him that much, he’s not the most attractive character to me and he’s shady and mean but that makes me want to fuck him more. u feel? anyways please keep me in your thoughts and prayers

ohhhhh you fell rrrright into his trap. manipulate mansplain manwhore! keeping you in my thoughts and prayers for a speedy recovery 🙏

[moony-t0ast]

LMAOOOO bestie (who literally knows nothing about one direction) is stuck on Larry tiktok for some reason???

[meowmeowmessi]

it's 100% confirmed now messi will leave, the psg coach said it himself

[agust-dyke]

i have horrible arachnophobia and idk if this helps at all but i keep spider insecticide spray in my room for severe emergencies & i’ve also used dish soap spray and pure peppermint oil to kill spiders 😭 having to get close and not miss to kill them is the worst experience on earth so i’ve switched to long distance methods 😭 drowning them with dish soap always works i think dish soap kills pretty much all bugs! stay strong 🫡

like a dish soap spray?? i dont have one but i might have to invest to be so fucking for real. idk if i can do an insecticide spray since we have a dog in the house + also i rlly rlly hate chemicals but i could work w/ dish soap spray…… with ones this big i usually cover a huge book in a bunch of paper towels n drop it on them but i was so shaky i missed TWICE…….. it rlly is the WORST ohh it makes me feel physically ill. it crawled out of my room n i missed it so it scrambled under the radiator so. dont think im getting anywhere tn. closed my door + am hiding in my room rn. will be looking for dish soap sprays you are the realest person here for telling me abt that thank you <3

[fuckwhoeverpickedallthefunnyurls]

Everyday I‘m like "oh wow I should update my writing blog" but everytime I open the document I hiss and claw like a cat in my mind

[aureatchi]

Rev, i think we will be the only ones celebrating fyodor being alive by other peoples reactions☹️😭

Anyways dont rush to answering this and also how are you? :3

i’ve already been bullied sm on this LMAOO. lowk we’ve been doomed from the start when anime fyodor was introduced…everyone had a reason to start making fun of him. :< he was always fated to b hated LMAO but like wdym guys !! he did absolutely nothing !! (i’m so scared for dazai i promise i still lov him if anything happens to him or chuuya…)

[solbaby7]

I would like to order a Vodka Cranberry neat please, with a salt rim and add a lime if that’s allowed please 👀😏🫶🏼

if that’s allowed? honey we all know by now i will ride the angst train until the wheels fall off🫡

[ “why do you even care?” “because i do” + smut/angst + az ]

-> BLURB BAR <-

“Will you—will you just stop for a second and listen to me?”

“That’s all I ever do, Az.” The words wobble, a combination of anger and sadness ruining its stability. Tears stream down your face, staining the silk of your dress and smearing makeup that took you entirely too long to perfect. “Listen to you and all your bullshit promises that you never fucking keep.”

His stealth is frustrating but not more than the pure self-hatred that brews when you can’t fight the desire to glance over your shoulder; foolishly allowing your chest to bloom with heat when you realize he was following you.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this anymore.

He promised to stay away.

Too dangerous, he said. Worried for your safety, he insisted.

Refused to be responsible for the guilt that would ensue if something horrid ever happened to you; a truth he can’t confess but you’re well versed in reading between the lines.

“I know, I’m sorry—just please hear me out. Put me out of my fucking misery because I can’t keep watching you go out with males who don’t even deserve to share your air.”

If you weren’t so hurt, maybe your mind would’ve latched onto the last part of his sentence rather than the first. “Put you out of your misery?” The harsh click of your heels on cobblestone halts so abruptly it makes Azriel bump into you a little. Bare arms brush against the sturdy material of his leathers as they cross over your chest, goosebumps staved off by the steady warmth he radiates and you pretend that’s why you don’t create more distance. “Why do you even care?”

You’re not sure to really even want the answer.

Certain, it won’t be good enough.

After everything Azriel had put you through, this never ending game of tug of war. Giving you an inch only for him to rear back and snatch a mile. Your expectations are unrealistic; a soldier hanging up his sword just for you.

“Because, I do.”

And yet, you still amuse the possibility.

Dusting off your hands and re-familiarizing yourself with the burn of rope in your grasp before taking a sharp, experimental tug.

Bodies gravitate closer like magnets, attempting to resist until the pull becomes too much.

Your heart hammers in your chest, silence filling the air for one, two, three whole seconds before the collision happens. Your lips against his own; a frenzy of a kiss where you can’t really tell if your hands are running through his hair or tracing down the strong line of his neck and shoulders just to feel him or just to remember.

All hard lines and harsh breaths as tongues grow reacquainted. The pathetic little whimper he lets out when nails scratch along the back of his neck, a bite that toes the line of too much. “Shouldn’t matter to you who I date.”

It only makes him hold you tighter, tugging your hips in closer. “I know it shouldn't.” His words muffle against your mouth, too stubborn or too selfish to pull away for even a second—not when he's finally gotten you close. “But, it still does." Shadows stretch forward, cloaking you in darkness; shielding you from the hopeless male you'd left back at the restaurant, as if they feared he'd come stumbling out in search of you.

They make it clear that you're already taken; trapped even, by a male too greedy to allow even a drop of you be spilled. Azriel's tongue trails down the length of your neck, nose nuzzling in the inviting scent of your body oils. Memorizing parts of you he’d thought long forgotten.

A mole here. Scars there. Soft pudge that warms him down to the marrow when pressed against his hardness. “You can’t just keep following me around.”

Following was a light way of putting it—stalking was more right.

His figure looming in your blind spots, lingering around corners and watching like a hawk that’s locked onto its prey. Your routine is committed to memory from the moment your fire tokes in the morning to the bakery you stop by in the middle of the week for a slice of fresh key lime pie. A reward for refraining from replying to his letters or pointedly ignoring the stunning floral display that arrives on your porch every week like clockwork. “Can’t stop even if I wanted to. Not when I know you’re out with someone who can’t even make you laugh.”

“At least they don’t make me cry.” Damn you for leaning in closer, basking in that familiar brood and the masculine musk that sends all five senses into a fritz. A defeated sigh escapes you when you melt to mush under his palms; too vulnerable to lie. “It’s easier with them.”

“Easy’s overrated.” He’s kneading at the swell of your hips until bravery grows or restraint snaps and he’s pawing at handfuls of your ass. Guiding you back until you can feel rough brick catching on strands of your hair. “Boring too—bet he wouldn’t have been able to make you cum. Even if he actually tried.”

Takes everything in you not to bite back. Especially because Azriel’s sort of right but admitting that out loud is more humiliating than your body just giving it away. By now, he has to feel the frantic pulse of your jugular under his tongue. “Maybe I should go back and find out.”

If his warning growl doesn’t send shivers down your spine, the nip of his teeth on such sensitive flesh does. “I dare you to try.”

A challenge that comes with stipulations.

Skillful hands work their way under your dress, teasing at soft thighs until his knuckles are bumping against lace—it locks you in place. Azriel lets out a mean chuckle when you hike one leg up on his hip, spreading yourself wide; presenting yourself instead of running away like you should.

It just feels so good.

Lower lips are spread wide, dripping with slick as two thick fingers glide through with ease. Azriel knows his way around, just barely dipping into a greedy hole before retreating only to tap at an achy bundle of nerves so he can see the desperate jolt of your hips. “No,” He speaks more so for himself than you, too occupied with prying you open and feeling your arousal pool in his palm. “You wouldn’t do that. Probably haven’t had a cock in this cunt since that last time I filled it—feels just as tight as I left it.”

If the nights chill wasn’t nipping at bared skin, you know your blush would’ve burned all the way down your chest. “Trust me, it’s not for lack of trying.”

You shouldn’t have said that. Probably wouldn’t have if Azriel’s thumb wasn’t working perfectly against your clit, calloused fingers rubbing against slick inner walls, abusing nooks and cranny’s that leave your knees buckling. “Don’t you know that you can’t give away a pussy that doesn’t belong to you?” Salacious sounds squelch between your thighs, head thrown back and eyes rolling in your skull as Az takes and takes; unlocking the doors to your sex and greeting it with a warm welcome. “Not if I still own it.”