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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 8- More Devine Than Wine) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen

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The morning after the feast left you in a fragile state. Your overindulgence in wine had left its mark as you lay on your bed, your stomach facing the ceiling while Mara went to fetch tea for you.

"Princess, sip on the tea while I start your bath," Mara's voice echoed too loudly as she closed your bedchamber doors.

"Mara, I appreciate your kindness, but please be a little less... loud," you murmured, rubbing your temples and rising to your feet. Your nightgown clung to your body, the open window allowing warm air into the room. Today was the tourney, and the heat was almost unbearable.

Lifting the teacup to your lips, you listened to the birds chirping in the trees. "The bath is ready."

Setting the cup down, you shed your nightgown and stepped into the tub. The water was hot but felt heavenly as Mara wet your hair, applying oils and soaps to your scalp, gently scrubbing.

The door opened, revealing your mother.

"We no longer knock?" You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming as your mother smiled at you.

"I just wished to let you know that Cregan Stark requested your presence in the courtyard," Rhaenyra's smile widened as she noticed your face light up.

"Oh, okay, I'll meet him once I'm finished," you blushed, looking up at Mara, "Can you... um... hurry?"

Mara nodded, scrubbing faster. Rhaenyra sighed, pacing the room toward your wardrobe, "You don't need to rush, though... How about this dress? It would be perfect, wouldn't it?"

You turned to see the ruby red dress, a sweetheart neckline with gold embroidery. Your mother pulled it from your wardrobe, laying it on your bed, instructing Mara to leave your hair down.

Mara agreed, helping you out of the tub and wrapping you in a towel. Rhaenyra hummed as she looked out the window, while Mara dressed you.

Your hair by then was damp. Rhaenyra instructed Mara to leave, telling her she could finish getting you ready. She brushed through your waves, humming the songs she used to sing to you when you were little. Your headache slowly dissipated as you relaxed to your mother's soft voice.

"Okay, let's have a look at you," Rhaenyra smiled, inspecting you through the mirror. You smiled back, feeling much simpler than the previous night. You adjusted the tight sleeves, smoothing down the skirts. "You look perfect, don't fret."

She escorted you to the courtyard, and there was no need to search for Cregan Stark. He stood out, almost pitifully, a wolf amid dragons. Northern men typically dressed in layers of clothes and furs, yet Cregan wore a thin cotton long sleeve under a leathered vest.

"Princess," he nodded to your mother before focusing on you, "Princess."

"Lord Stark," you smiled, feeling your mother's departure from your company. "I must admit, I was a bit surprised by your request to see me."

"Was I too eager? Did my request catch you off guard?" He smiled, guiding you down the cobblestone walkway.

"No, I was awake. I suppose I overindulged in spirits last night," you chuckled, glancing up quickly. "Although, I don't typically drink that much..."

Cregan laughed as you attempted to explain, "Don't worry, princess. In the North, you have to drink to stay warm. If you don't, one trip during the winter would leave you frozen."

Laughter bubbled from your lips as you both rounded the corner. Lords and ladies respectfully made way as you walked, although the added attention wasn't something you particularly enjoyed. Cregan walked beside you, his hand hovering near the small of your back, guiding you through the crowds.

"Lord Stark—"

"You can call me Cregan," he offered, waiting for your response.

"Cregan... Your sigil, it's a direwolf, correct?" You furrowed your brow, recalling the simplest lesson your Septa had taught you. "Have you ever seen one before?"

Cregan smiled, gazing ahead as he answered, "Yes, I have. There aren't many that venture south of the Wall. I consider myself fortunate to have seen one."

You hummed, nudging a pebble on the ground. "I wish to see one before the last of them return north."

The wind picked up, tousling your hair as you looked skyward to a cloudless sky. The clash of metal caught your attention, leading you both around the corner to witness two men engaged in a brutal fight, both sporting silver locks.

Their battle was fierce, each blow appearing painful. Now you understood why your brothers often showed up to supper with bruises. Aegon glanced up briefly, his eyes scanning your figure next to Cregan, who had a protective hand over you. Aemond, however, paid no attention, taking advantage of the distraction to strike Aegon in the back.

"Let's go this way, Y/N," Cregan whispered, guiding you away from the pair. It fell silent for a moment, the clashing sounds growing fainter as you reached the edge of the walkway overlooking the Blackwater. The water was calm, waves lapping over the rocks, and the cold breeze played with the fabric of your skirts.

"When should I bring you back?" Cregan asked, gazing out to the horizon. "You must need to get ready for the tourney."

You hummed, interlocking your hands in front of you. "I shouldn't be late, like I was last night."

Cregan smiled softly, extending his hand. "I shall escort you back, just in case you get lost on your way."

His hand felt warm against your skin as you clasped it in yours. Cregan was a sweet man and seemed the best choice for your hand. If you were honest, he provided a welcome distraction from your uncles. Spending more time with either of them felt dangerous. Cregan's grip softened as you entered the castle walls, and he kissed your hand before parting ways. You walked briskly to your room, leaning against the door once you closed it.

"Cregan's grip softened as you entered the castle walls, and he kissed your hand before departing. You walked quickly to your room, leaning against the door as you closed it.

"Back from your walk, niece?" A scream escaped your mouth as you turned to see Aemond sitting at your table.

"What are you doing in here?" You whispered harshly, stepping toward the table but keeping your distance.

"Did I come at the wrong time?" He smirked, rising from the chair and hovering over you, trapping you between himself and the table.

"I was just... answer my question." You straightened your back, trying to appear tall but failing.

His hand gripped your cheek. "I wanted to check on you before... You looked beautiful last night."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you tried to quell your nerves. "Then why didn't you say that last night?"

Aemond's eyebrows raised. "You weren't in the mood for such... flattery." His hand pulled your head closer, his lips grazing yours, awaiting your response."

"I find it strange how you wish to be this close to me," Your eyes glossed over his eye, "Do you have any other intensions, uncle?"

Aemond's lips crashed onto yours, gripping at the nape of your neck. Your hand rested against the back of the table, trying to steady yourself as Aemond pushed forward, his hips pressed against yours. Lips danced whist your tongues fought for dominance, in which he won. His hand pulled you closer, lifting your leg, his nails dug into your flesh earning a soft gasp from you.

"Aemond..." You gasped, feeling his hand move higher on your thigh. You felt a tightening in your stomach as he inched closer to your core. "Aemond, we mustn't go this far."

Aemond's body tensed, glaring at you before scoffing. "I will not keep you, niece."

His hands shoved off of you, as if you were poisonous, leaving your room in a puff. Your skirt was hiked up, your hair was a mess, and you felt a certain slick from between your legs. Frustration filled your veins as you stripped from your dress, wearing a gold and red dress, the same style as the one you were already wearing.

You braided the top half of your hair like a crown, brushing out your waves before stepping out of your room.

"Y/N!" Helaena's voice echoed down the hall. She rushed towards you, clutching her skirts, and enveloped you in a hug. "I heard about this morning."

Your throat tightened. "What do you mean?"

Helaena whispered, her eyes twinkling, "Cregan Stark. The Wolf of the North!"

You exhaled shakily. "Oh, yes... He's a very pleasant man... Kind and... quite handsome."

Helaena beamed as you both strolled down to the carriages. Outside, you noticed Aemond, Aegon, Jace, and Luke all waiting.

"Are they making us all arrive together?" You asked, wrinkling your nose and avoiding eye contact with your uncles.

"Unfortunately," Jace replied, his gaze shifting from Aegon to Aemond. Aegon scoffed and spun on his heels, attempting to disengage.

Slowly, a carriage arrived, spacious enough for all of you. Helaena practically dragged you inside before anyone else could join. Once everyone squeezed in, the carriage set off for the tourney grounds. Helaena sat to your left, Jace and Luke to your right. Across from you were Aegon and Aemond, both seemingly disinterested, trying to avoid catching anyone's eye, although you felt Aegon's gaze, his eyes already hazy.

When the carriage stopped, Aemond and Aegon were the first to leave, disappearing to take their places in the viewing box. Jace and Luke waited for you and Helaena, extending their hands to escort you both inside. As you reached your seats, the sounds of cheers erupted from the arena.

The King and Queen sat in the center, with your mother and Daemon on the King's side, and the Hand of the King on the Queen's side. Below them, the children and grandchildren sat closest to the action. Aegon and Aemond were already seated, Aegon somehow managing to find wine and already onto his third cup. Helaena sat next to Aemond, and you followed next to her. The wind picked up, clouds starting to block the sun.

The King stood, but everyone remained seated. "Welcome! Though the weather seems to not be so forgiving, I will make simple work of this speech: May the best man win!"

Cheers erupted as the men rode out on their horses. Truthfully, you didn't care much for tourneys—the bloodshed and bad sportsmanship didn't appeal to you. Helaena held her favor on her lap, as did you. Your flowers were a sorry sight, dried and brittle, red roses and small white petals woven into the stems.

The first match was between men from House Tully and House Baratheon. They exchanged jests before standing on opposite sides, charging at each other until their jousting pole snapped. Helaena jumped as the man from House Tully fell, spitting blood and lying on the ground. You noticed Aemond grabbing her hand, offering a slight rub in comfort.

Next were House Arryn and House Lannister. Both men circled around, receiving cheers from the crowd. The man from House Lannister requested your mother's favor. She sighed, getting up to throw it over the pole, earning a teasing smile from you as she gripped your shoulder.

Thunder rumbled overhead, as if a dragon was about to strike. You turned to your grandsire, who shifted uneasily in his seat, blood trickling from his nose. Lightning struck, startling the horses and the crowd. The Queen called for all carriages to be prepared, holding onto the King and tending to his nosebleed. Rhaenyra and Daemon assisted as they left the area. The wind whipped around the top of the tent, tearing it slightly as the rain pelted down, stinging your skin.

"Helaena, go find a carriage," you instructed, taking one last look at the tourney grounds before another lightning bolt struck the ground. Jace grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the opening. The wind intensified, nearly knocking Helaena over as women struggled with their dresses clinging to their legs. Aemond steadied his sister and guided her toward a carriage. Jace and Luke dashed to another, everyone scrambling into different carriages than they had arrived in.

"Help!" A woman's cry rang out from behind, causing you to halt. "Help!"

Struggling against the wind, you found a woman trapped beneath a wooden pillar. Her leg was pinned, and she was covered in mud.

"I'll help you, just give me a moment..." You panted, looking around for assistance, but there was no one nearby. You gripped the wooden pillar, trying to lift it, but it was too heavy. The woman cried out in pain as you strained, unable to lift it enough for her to free herself.

"Please! Don't leave me, princess!" the woman begged, rain pelting down harder as thunder and lightning grew closer and louder.

"I'll try again," you panted, your hands now covered in mud and blood as you struggled to maintain your grip. The wood cut into your hands as you strained, attempting to lift it. With a lighter second tug, the woman managed to crawl out and escape.

"Thank you! Thank you both!" she exclaimed, kneeling briefly before bolting away. As you turned, you found Aegon behind you, his clothes soaked and covered in mud. He gripped your arm as debris flew around.

There were no more carriages, and the horses posed too much risk. Aegon guided you down a narrow road, attempting to follow the path, but falling debris nearly rendered you unconscious.

"Aegon, we have to find somewhere safe. We don't know when the storm will pass, and walking back isn't an option," you pleaded, attempting to wipe the mud from your face. Aegon glanced longingly back toward the Keep before tugging you down the road again.

He pulled hard, maneuvering you over debris to ensure your safety, even as your hands felt raw. Lightning struck a nearby home, sending sparks and flames forward. Aegon hesitated momentarily before rushing forward. The streets began to flood, and you tried to hold your skirts above the water. The Keep was nearby, but the carriages were behind the walls, the gates closing.

"Aegon... The gates are closed; we'll have to go around," your voice struggled to be heard amidst the cacophony of screams and chaos.

"Come on," he guided you between buildings, gripping your hips to navigate past loose horses. The storm ravaged everything in its path. Your legs ached, and when you couldn't jump, Aegon lifted you.

Soaked, covered in mud, and in pain, you both reached the Keep. No guards noticed as you tracked mud into the main stairwell, listening to the Queen and Rhaenyra's frantic shouts.

"What do you mean they weren't in a carriage?"

"Where in the Seven Hells would they be?" Your mother's voice echoed with worry. "Daemon, please go out and find them."

Aegon released your hand as you solemnly stepped into view. Mud caked your wet skirts, your hair was completely soaked, and your hands were red and raw.

At your side stood Aegon, his hair just as wet, mud staining his clothes and boots. His face was pale, dark circles under his eyes indicating exhaustion. When he spoke, his voice was tinged with annoyance, "No need."

Rhaenyra's heart sank as she noticed your state, quickly ushering you to your room. Although you wanted to turn around and thank Aegon, he was gone, his footprints leading up the stairs to his bedchambers.

"My dear, when I found out you were still out there, I..." Your mother stammered, gently brushing warm water over your skin. She immediately ordered a bath to be prepared for you, which you welcomed gratefully.

"Mother, may I have a moment to myself? I just want to relax a bit," you requested, smiling as you rubbed the dirt from your face.

Rhaenyra nodded, leaving the room swiftly. It was midday, and the storm showed no signs of abating. Tree branches crashed against windows, and the wind howled outside. After finishing your bath, you dressed in a simple gold gown.

You paced your room, the sound of your shoes tapping against the floor echoing in the silence. A sense of unease settled in your stomach, compelling you to make a right decision. Despite trying to resist, you found yourself standing at the entrance to Aegon's bedchamber.

No guards were in sight, and an off-putting feeling came over you as your hand rose to knock three times on the door. The other side remained quiet, leading you to believe that Aegon might not be there. Perhaps he had left the Keep and gone to Flea Bottom? But no, the storm was still raging. Could he be drinking in the kitchens? Or maybe... he was with his wife.

The thought of his wife left a bitter taste in your mouth, though you couldn't discern why. After a brief pause with no response, you turned to leave, but just as you did, the door squeaked open.

"Alora?" Aegon's groggy voice came from behind you. You hesitantly turned around, taking in his disheveled appearance. It had only been a few hours since you were separated, yet he seemed worse for wear. He had cleaned off the mud, wearing a white formal shirt and black pants, his boots on but untied.

"Oh, Aegon," you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. Aegon watched with a bored expression, scratching his chin as he leaned against the doorframe. "I just wanted to thank you. You didn't need to come back for me, but you did."

Aegon pursed his lips, nodding absentmindedly. "Want some wine?"

His unexpected question caught you off guard, but you nodded and followed him into his chambers. The room was darker and messier than any you had seen before. Pitchers of wine were strewn about, and Aegon shut the door behind you, pouring a glass and pushing it toward you.

"Why did you truly come here, niece?" Aegon asked, pouring his own wine.

You raised your glass to your lips, sipping slowly before swallowing. "Just as I said, to thank you."

"To thank me..." Aegon mocked, circling around to sit on the foot of his bed. "You could have thanked me at any other time. Coming to my chambers in the evening seems quite... odd."

His eyes tried to probe into yours, but you refused to let him unsettle you. "And why did you request I come in for wine, uncle? Did you wish to keep my company?"

A small smile tugged at his lips as you leaned against his table, taking another sip of your wine. He tapped his foot against the bed, his hazy eyes glancing at the ground, clearly already drunk.

"Y/N, you look quite beautiful," he said, his voice coarse as he slowly looked up. To say you were shocked would be an understatement; Aegon never said anything nice to you.

"That's how I know you're drunk," you scoffed, placing your glass on the table. "Do you have anything else to do besides drink and give me... false hope?"

Aegon's expression twisted. "False hope? I try to be nice, and that isn't good enough for you? You constantly put me down, but trust me, if I wanted to harm you, I could."

You remained leaning against the table, arms crossed over your chest. "Is that so?"

Aegon gulped down his wine, then hurled the glass across the room, making you jump. "I could ruin you. I could tell everyone about Flea Bottom or spill about Aemond. I could lie to them all."

His face loomed closer to yours, making you straighten your back. "Then why haven't you? Why not tell them about last night too? Or are you afraid of getting in trouble for corrupting your dear niece?"

Aegon drew nearer, his voice taunting, "I haven't corrupted you yet, niece."

"Is that so?"

"You'd know what it feels like to be corrupted by me..." His breath tickled your lips, the closeness unnerving. He teased, his body pressing against yours, trapping you against the table. "Is that what you want?"

Your lips met his before he could utter another word. Your hands tangled in his hair, granting better access as he groaned. His grip tightened around your waist, his lips moving in sync with yours as he gasped. When you pulled away, both of you were left panting. Aegon glared at you, brimming with lust and devotion.

"Is that how you corrupt..." Your words faded as Aegon's lips crashed back onto yours, biting your bottom lip so hard it drew blood. A soft moan escaped your lips, prompting Aegon to lift you up, clearing the table and settling you on it. His hands explored the back of your head, tugging at your hair as he kissed down your jawline, reaching your collarbone.

"Aegon..." You exhaled, moaning softly as he traced back up to your mouth, kissing you fervently as his hands wandered down to your legs. He paused, slowly moving to the hem of your dress. You gasped as his calloused hands glided upward.

"Aegon..." Your voice quivered as he gazed into your eyes, his own dark with intensity. He caressed your thighs, his voice low. "I could make you feel good... I could make you feel like you're riding a dragon... Would you like that?"

His hand moved closer up, rubbing in circles until he got close to your entrance. He waited for a response, slowly moving his lips to your neck. "I... Okay..."

That's all Aegon needed to hear before he attacked your lips once more, licking your bottom lip for entrance. You opened, your tongues danced as you felt his finger slide up against your folds, making your body shake. Your hands moved to Aegon's shoulders; your kisses faltered as Aegon coated his finger in your juices.

"So nice and wet... Is that all for me?" He purred in your ear, his finger worked at rubbing your clit. Your moan filled Aegon with pleasure as he quickened his pace, "Does that feel good?"

Another moan escaped from your lips; your hips buckled at his touch, slowly sliding a finger into you. "Aegon..." You moaned softly, leaning your head on the crook of his neck as he pumped his finger in and out. You found this surreal, moaning and panting your uncles name as he fucked you with his fingers.

"So nice and tight... But I think you can fit another in there..." He breathed against your neck, adding another digit into your warmth. Lude sounds erupted as he fastened his pace, each pump earned a squeal from you, and that drove Aegon further.

Your leg wrapped around Aegon's hips as he added another finger, pumping and blocking your moans with his lips. Your nails dug into him as he pumped faster with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. Your mind became flooded, earning bites from Aegon as he worked from your neck and down your collar.

"Do you like that Y/N?" He whispered, earning a moan from your lips, "I need words, love."

You leaned into his ears, "Yes... I like it."

This earned a growl from him, as he squeezed in another finger pumping fast and working at your clit. You felt a twist in your core as he continued, and Aegon would feel you tighten around his fingers. "You are close aren't you?"

His hands moved in ungodly speeds, as you nodded, digging your nails into his shoulder. He moved his fingers upwards inside you, curling them up and down causing you to peak faster. Your legs shook and eyes fluttered as you became undone, and Aegon's actions slowed, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. Aegon pulled his fingers out, making eye contact with you as he licked them clean.

Once he pulled away, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. Your hands slowly dropped to your sides as he stepped back.

"There. Do you feel corrupted now? Or shall we go further?" Aegon smirked, retreating to pour himself more wine. As you adjusted your skirts, you noticed his eyes never left your body, observing your descent from the table to your feet.

"I..." You began, but embarrassment flushed your cheeks, leaving the sentence incomplete. "Was that a joke to you?"

Aegon sucked air through his teeth, "It started that way, but dear niece, you taste divine."

Your face reddened as Aegon drew you into an embrace. "Aegon, please be serious."

Aegon chuckled, "I am. I've tasted many a whore, but none compared to you."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You smirked, leaning into his arms, eliciting a hum from Aegon. But then the thought of Helaena struck you. "Wait... This isn't fair to Helaena."

Aegon rolled his eyes as you pushed him away. "I doubt she would mind."

The feeling of guilt consumed you as you walked towards the door, closing it behind you without another word. Your legs carried you throughout the castle in an attempt to clear your mind until you heard muffled moans.

Quickly hiding behind a wall, you witnessed two people engaged in passionate intimacy. You were near the kitchens, close to the servants' quarters, far from any guarded areas. The pair was fervently entwined near sacks of food, their actions echoed throughout the room. You turned the corner to see who it was, only to immediately regret it.

It was Helaena, her eyes closed, body moving with each thrust against the wall, while behind her stood her paramour.

Aemond.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 7 months

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It's been a while, but... tiny vampire Steve and big, big Bucky.

✨️A Halloween treat✨️

"Shhhh," Steve laps his tongue over the pretty wound on the side of Bucky's neck, licking his pale gold skin clean before dragging his sharp, shining fangs over the gorgeous, vulnerable of throat, "little rabbit," he coos easily picking up the increasing thump, thump, thump of Bucky's heart in his chest. He's growing even more excited.

Good.

Bucky twitches in his bonds, moaning softly.

So, of course, Steve can't resist sucking more thick, ruby blood from his throat. It's rich and hot and causes Bucky to fall more limp in his grip. Easing into the feeding. "That's it," Steve hisses softly, "you don't need to fight, darlin', you just gotta lay back and take it."

"Mmmmmngh," Bucky moans, his lips parted and trembling, unable to hold back his sounds of desire.

"Mmm-hmm," Steve's chuckle rattles his thin chest. "I've got you, little rabbit. You're all mine." He bites him quickly near the first bite, not hard enough to draw any blood. Just enough to barely color his flesh with a blooming bruise. "You're gonna get whatever I decide to give you. Nothing else."

He nips at his jaw then, just hard enough to leave two red lines over the sharp cut of his jaw. He shaved himself smooth just for this. Such a good, little piece of prey. Pretty-ing himself up. Making sure to stay hydrated just so Steve can play with him more.

Steve thinks his perfect show rabbit deserves a reward...

So, he kisses him. Steve presses the exquisite, sweet taste of Bucky's own blood back into his lush, tempting mouth.

Easily, Bucky opens for him like a flower under the harsh brilliance of the sun. Unfolding. Blooming.

He gasps.

Steve licks into his mouth. He sucks on his tongue. He playfully bites at Bucky's bottom lip, not enough to break the skin, just enough for Bucky to make a soft, pathetic sound of surrender.

Surrender.

That's what this is all about.

All of this.

Surrender.

Bucky has entirely and completely surrendered to him. And what a unique, beautiful, daring creature it takes to surrender to the power, to the horror of a monster like Steve. A strong but delicate face--cheekbones and jaw especially. Sharp, glistening fangs. Full lips. Pale, nearly translucent skin unmarred by the undercurrent of purple-blue veins and untouched by the heat of a beating heart. Cool to the touch. Wide, blue eyes that glint with danger. An aura of mystery that should drive all away. But here Bucky is.

Right here.

He couldn't be closer.

And the little rabbit couldn't be more exposed.

He's bare. All of his flesh exposed and ripe for the taking. His thrumming pulse. Arousal. Anticipation. Instinctual fear. His ancient most self recognizes what it is to be prey well. He is prey tonight. Yet, he is held in place by his overwhelming desire for the beautiful danger and much sought-after power that Steve weilds in the form of a lithe, compact body; he is further held in place by silky, scarlet ropes intricately wrapped around his physical form. Dragging intimately over every part of his soft, smooth skin. Shaved to expose every pore.

Bucky is a rabbit cowering, shaking in a trap. Perfect for being torn into. Tempting any and every predator into unquenchable thirst for the beat of his heart, the moan of his expanding and contracting lungs, the heat of his body and desire.

Steve groans into his mouth, but he peels himself back for the sake of Bucky's humanity--his elevated need for oxygen. Bucky's chest heaves, marked with bite after bite. Bruised and claimed. Tender.

"You taste devine," Steve rasps, licking his lips before wrapping his tongue around his fangs and sucking the last of Bucky's taste from his teeth, too, "so sweet. Better than anything else. Better than anyone else."

Bucky makes a warbling cry, his pouting, swollen lips wobbling. Overwhelmed.

"I could live off of just you for the rest of your years. Savor you. Have you." Wrapped up in this way, tasting the way he does, Steve has to shut his eyes, fortifying himself before he tears him apart. Steve cannot take the emotional way Bucky surrenders, much less the physical way he bows for him. Arching his neck. His massive, capable body. Offered entirely up. Begging for the language of his lips and teeth and tongue, begging to be fed from. His sweet cock swelling and getting hotter and harder, no matter how much Steve dares to take from him.

No matter how much Steve takes from him, Bucky whimpers and cries and pleads more, more, more! Greedy in a way even a predator like Steve can't match.

What a study in contradiction his perfect rabbit is...

Bucky shows off his contradictions now. Using his heavy, huge chest to moan in a voice deceptively sweet and high, feminine, and hungry, begging, "yes! Steve! Please, 'lease! Wan' it!"

He sounds drunk.

Steve almost enjoys the sound of his own name in Bucky's mouth as much as he enjoys the taste of his blood coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. Filling him. Satiating him. Delicious in a pure, holy way that nothing else can be anymore. Not since he became what he is.

Steve answers his obscene cry by sinking his teeth into Bucky's shoulder. Bucky quivers, pulling as much as he can against the ropes--an intricate harness over his chest, enwrapping his waist, and two more coils of rope folding legs so he cannot dream of squirming away. The crimson, silky tangles of rope do not spare his cock and balls. They are trapped, too, his cock is swollen, and the tip leaking endlessly like the punctures of a thoughtless bite, the prize not lapped up. Steve can't let that go for much longer... nothing of Bucky can go to waste.

"Oh!" Bucky cries out at the newest bite.

So pretty.

Steve draws a mouthful of thick, hot blood from him. Bucky sings more for him. A bird under cat's claws. Just divine.

"I could eat you up, little rabbit." Steve cannot hope to tame the gravel in his voice. His own cock has begun to swell. Finally. He has been simmering with violent arousal since before the feeding began, when he first entrapped Bucky in his binds--since he began to prepare his meal, not unlike how a mortal human's stomach begins to growl when the chopping board is brought out and the water is brought to a boil. The beginnings of a meal.

And now, he's fed enough for his arousal to take on a physical form, too. Yesss.

Bucky is a feast. Spread out and tempting.

Bucky whines. It sounds like a wrecked, strung-out, "pleeeease!"

"All of you." Steve drags his fangs down the stunning, strong line of Bucky's arm. "I could eat you up." He gets to his wrist and carefully bites down. Bucky struggles in bliss. His muscles bulge and flex, and the softness overlaying his bulk makes Steve's mouth water. He is quite the fucking prize--the biggest piece of game Steve has ever had the pleasure of feeding from. Devouring piece by piece.

He swallows. Chasing the taste of Bucky. So sweet. He can not get enough. He is addicted.

His own chest is heaving now.

Likewise, Bucky is a mess. He could--if you were unaware of Steve's dark, mysterious strength--snap Steve like a dry twig. But here he is, all of his big, huge body limp, wrapped up, entrapped, and smeared into a beautiful mess. Pinks and reds and even some warm purples amongst all that pale gold skin and ice grey-blue eyes that melt only for the worst, most filthy, hellish things like Steve. He is a masterpiece. Perfect. Obscene.

"Piece by peice--" Steve nibbles up Bucky's thigh on the same side, tugging hard on the ropes with his fangs, making them tighten around his flesh, pulling him. Straining against him. Bucky gasps wetly, his cock flexes eagerly, dancing just for him "--sip by sip."

"Please!" He gasps, nearly inaudible, his voice is so wrecked.

"And, yeah, yeahhh," he drawls, "little rabbit, you would beg for it... wouldn't you?"

Bucky can't seem to answer him. He opens his mouth, and all that comes out is a little choked sound. Wet. Like he's this close to bursting into weeping tears.

"You would," Steve smirks, definite. "You'd beg and moan and arch into it. Just like you always do."

Bucky nods frantically, straining to get a glimpse of Steve's blonde hair and white teeth between his bound legs.

"Sometimes," Steve licks a broad, long, wet line up Bucky's trembling thigh and lowers his voice to a dirty whisper, "I think you're hungrier for this than I am," he presses the words into Bucky's glistening skin. Sweaty and feverish. Burning up with arousal. Steve is ravenous. Starved. But Bucky is fairing so much worse. Leaking, leaking, leaking. A puddle across his soft, clenching tummy.

Steve licks his hot, slick pre-cum up and swallows it down. Every drop. Savoring. Delighted sinfully by each whimper and kick that his rabbit makes for him.

When he's finished with that, Steve doesn't stop. Instead, he bows his head and scrapes his teeth against the frenulum of Bucky's struggling, wet cock.

Bucky screams.

The sound fills Steve with perverse joy. He loves it. He loves how sensitive and overwhelmed his precious rabbit gets. He can overpower him so easily. Just a touch, just a bite, just a flick of tongue, and he's crumbling apart. Releasing into his mouth as if he's been sucking his cock for hours and he just can't take it anymore when he's really just barely scraped his teeth against him.

Oh, his little rabbit is special.After all, what other creature would find such delight in such danger?

Bucky's cum is almost as delicious as his blood. All the same, Steve swallows, licking his lips and sucking his teeth. Mmm. Fuck.

He needs another taste.

He's gonna bite and suck and lick and lap and taste Bucky again and again until his little rabbit gives it up again. He's gonna bleed him dry of orgasms and show him pleasure that no mortal man can...

He will have him all to himself.

P.S. here's the older drabbles I have of these two:

Original

Second installment

Three times the charm

Four!?

#fandomfluffandfuck #vampire steve #human bucky #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #shrinkyclinks #tw blood #tw gore #not really but I'm tagging it just in case anyone maybe doesn't want to read about blood and shit lol

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shewhoworshipscarlin · 3 months

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Ruby Dandridge

Dorothy Dandridge was an American actress from the early 1900s through to the late 1950s. Dandridge is best known for her role on the radio show Amos 'n Andy, in which she played Sadie Blake and Harriet Crawford, and on radio's Judy Canova Show, in which she played Geranium.

Born Ruby Jean Butler in Wichita, Kansas, on March 3, 1900, she was one of four children. Dandridge's parents were Nellie Simon, a maid, and George Butler, who was a janitor, grocer and entertainer. Dandridge's father was also "a famous minstrel man."

On September 30, 1919, she married Cyril Dandridge. Dandridge moved with her husband to Cleveland, Ohio, where her daughter, actress Vivian Dandridge, was born in 1921. Her second daughter, Academy Award-nominated actress Dorothy Dandridge, was born there in 1922, five months after Ruby and Cyril divorced.

In 1937, Dandridge played one of the witches in what an article in The Pittsburgh Courier called a "sepia representation" of Macbeth in Los Angeles. California. The production began on July 8 at the Mayan Theater. Five years later, she appeared in a production of Hit the Deck at the Curran Theatre in San Francisco, California. One of Dandridge's earliest appearances, thought uncredited, was as a native dancer in King Kong in 1933. Dandridge was also in Junior Miss (1945), Tap Roots (1948), Three Little Girls in Blue (1946), Cabin in the Sky (1943), and Tish (1942). Lillian Randolph, Ernest Whitman, and Ruby Dandridge of the radio cast of The Beulah Show from 1952–1953.

In 1955, Dandridge and her business partner Dorothy Foster bought land in Twentynine Palms, California, with plans to construct a subdivision of 250 homes. Also in the 1950s, Dandridge formed a nightclub act that played in clubs around Los Angeles. A review of her act cited her "flashes of effervescent showmanship" and stated "What Ruby lacks in her voice, she invariably makes up for it with her winsome personality."

Dandridge attended her daughter Dorothy's funeral in 1965.

On October 17, 1987, Dandridge died of a heart attack at a nursing home in Los Angeles, California. She was interred next to Dorothy at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Glendale, California. In the 1999 film Introducing Dorothy Dandridge, Ruby is portrayed by Loretta Devine.

#black history month #actress #ruby dandridge #historical

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invaderarizona · 5 months

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I knew that Veneer was gonna be a Mount Rageous version of Matthew but with no singing talents (at least for now) and I especially knew that he was gonna be the redeemable one while Velvet doesn’t. I also knew that I was gonna love Veneer and he’s now one of my favorites. I’m actually glad that he and Floyd are on good terms as friends for now (unlike both Ruby and Chelsea and even Blitz and Striker). But I’m so freaking sad that Veneer got arrested thanks to Velvet for her stupid schemes. But hey, at least he’s alive and hopefully he gets the same early year sentence as the Bad Guys (he deserves so much love).

As for Velvet, if there’s ever a Big Mouth character that she needs to be compared to. It is definitely Devin since they’re both spoiled brats with no redeeming qualities.

#big mouth netflix #velvet and veneer

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crimeronan · 9 months

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ruby: so the stuff you do with nova-

devin: that's not me. that's just my worksona

ruby: ok. so the arguably much worse stuff you do with sol-

devin: that's my other worksona

ruby:

devin:

ruby:

devin: it's complicated

ruby: ok. what is Real You doing then.

devin: ......WANTING A NAP :(((((

#devin and ruby #original fiction #the lethal amount of weed i took is kicking in.#peopel who are stupid.

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atonalginger · 2 months

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Snippet Sunday

@silurisanguine reminded me today is Sunday! Thank you :) Today's snippet is from the upcoming Stowaway story with Goose and Ruby, once again in Cooper's POV. I've got what I consider to be the first chunk done, which is the first 24-28 hours, and awaiting edits. Not sure when I'm going to upload it to ao3 but I'll let y'all know ;)

anyway the snippet:

They were too late. All any of them could find were a few stray pieces of debris shot off of the Golden Squid, a shattered engine, pieces of a landing gear, and several shrapneled radiators. Not the whole ship, though, which gave Cooper a small pang of hope.

Atomic had jumped to Porrima III where both satellites for the Crimson Fleet and Freestar Collective were maintained. Miss Devine down at the Red Mile preferred the business of the Fleet and Freestar and so it was a logical arrangement. While she checked the satellites Cooper and Ashta were forced to wait, passing the time by collecting the pieces of Goose’s ship and scanning the system for ship movements.

Please let this be proof he got away, Cooper found himself repeating in his head, please let them be safe. Please, please, please.

“How did we not see it?” Ashta said over the open comms.

Cooper wasn’t sure if he meant to say it out loud or if he even remembered the line was open. He thought about keeping his mouth shut, Ashta Morph was known for his temper, but he just couldn’t help himself, “from what our people were able to gather, Agent Stone was a top tier infiltrator. Once they got the first thread they traced her back to several other jobs getting into both corporate operations and even a remote FC base we lost years back in Narion.”

“Yes but she didn’t even change her fucking name for this,” Ashta snarled, “how did our people miss this?”

“She wasn’t the first slipped in,” Cooper pointed out, “she already had someone covering for her when she showed up with interest.”

“Right,” Ashta let out a forceful sigh and the sound of something hard shattering in the distance, “all the added security fucking worthless.”

“Not all of it,” Cooper said as he pulled in the last piece of the engine, “the only reason Freestar intelligence was able to catch her was because of Crimson intelligence. Voss’s people were instrumental from what I was told when they gave me the slate to deliver.”

“That’s something,” Ashta grumbled.

The War Bard jumped back into orbit, her large sky blue hull blocking the view of the planet below. There were fresh scorch marks on the broadside of the ship, her shields rippling as they came back online.

“Sharks were in the fucking waters,” Atomic snarled through clenched teeth, “they hit the satellites and made a move for the Red Mile. Luckily there were enough pirates and militia on shore leave down there to run them off but we’re still down two sats.”

“Please tell me you were able to pull anything off those things,” Ashta sounded wound tight, fighting his urge to snap at his partner.

Atomic was quiet except for a weary breath, then in a quiet tone, “most of the stored messages were corrupted beyond saving. Which means both the Fleet and Militia are out hundreds of reports that were bouncing in and out of those two sats. But,” she said quickly before Ashta could say anything, “there was something from Ruby in there. She remembered my security lessons and not only encrypted her distress call so only FC and Fleet operators could listen but set error correcting codes so it’s not completely junked. I haven’t had a chance to listen because a few small sharks popped in and started nipping at my flank but I can play it now."

The playback was rough, with static cutting parts out of Ruby’s tiny shaking voice:

This is the CF -kzzt- Squid. Our captain, Goose, was -kzzt- mole, Leslie Stone. Our position -kzzt- rima system is comprom -kzzt-. I will be scatter jump -kzzt- pha Andraste at the -kzzt- Please -kzzt- immediately, -kzzt- Goose -kzzt- shark used a toxin -kzzt- This message will -kzzt-

#snippet sunday #starfield #sam coe #starfield fanfiction #the coemancer crew #atonalginger writes #crimson fleet #oc: Cooper Benbow #oc: Lila Aiza #starborn!sam #stowaway savior

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I HAVE A QUOTEV!!! ITS CALLED "SORRYIMSCARED" LEL "Haha, yeah this is where i sleep. Take a seat anywhere I guess."

#1 NEET IN THE WORLD!!!

Getting a job is too much work. I think i'll stay home instead.

life is so cute!!!!!!lifeissocutelifeissocutelifeissocute!!!!!!!!( ≧ᗜ≦)

A MOTHERFUCKING AMALGAMATION OF SHIT.

Dont get your wires crossed!!!!!!!!!

WE ARE A SYSTEM!!!

Zomg haiiiiiiii!!! My name is Jev, Moon, Max, Sal, Lumala, Buzzy, Ennard, Or Bee. (Though i do prefer Jev) I am Puerto Rican and American (as well as half native!) and I am Aroace, Cupioromantic, Trans, and Pan! I am also Anarchist! (Also, yes lol, I am white.)!!!! Welcome back to your fucking basement!!!!

Prounouns: All-She/He/They/Xe/Zer/It + Neos but I prefer He/Him.

Rage + Hobie, Adhira, Celeste, Gwen + MJ ♡♡>>>>(Our beloved Nonnies/Very close friends/Siblings)

I am atheist, but I support everyone's religion!!! Now get tf out of my room!!!

I would like to stay rather anonymous on this app!!!! Thankie!!!!

I littlespace frequently cause im a fucking loser and have a blog for it, but I will only share it if asked!

I am literally and actually Ame/KAngel/OMGkawaiiAngel from Needy Streamer Overload/Needy Girl Overdose/srs. That is actually me/gen.

Do NOT view me as anything OTHER than an eldritch amalgamation, as that is all I am comfortable with being viewed as. I would prefer it if you thought of my voice as Nightmare Fredbears voice from FNAF/srs

Here are some of our alters blogs! (Pavitr Prabhakar) @gold-glimmering-bands, (Peni Parker) @gadgets-and-gizmos-bzzbzz, (Yashiro Nene) @untitled-magical-fish

I am autistic and very sensitive! (Though it does not seem it at times!) So be patient pretty please!!!!! *blows my fucking brains out*

(LOTS OF REPLY ICONS WE USE FOR OUR SYS ARE BY @essthereal okay thank you LOVE YOU)

CREAK, BANG, SNAP. YOU'RE ONLINE!

(More important things under the cut!)

Here are some darlings/Some of my friends you should follow! godspeed, godspeed! They all do incredible work, and deserve recognition for being such jems!

(Sorry for the tagging, everyone! I just really wanted to promote you all :D)

•@that-random-person-again ~ (<;- The filmmaker of the show! I kid, I kid! They are utterly DEVINE, I wish to send them a big bouquet of flowers because they are just so....Gahh!! I love them!)

•@puppeteerparty ~ (<- My dearest co-host Enzo! Ah what a gem, what a jem! I could squish him to peices because of how much I love them! *approches menacingly* what is there NOT to chatter about? Enzo is Enzo!)

•@adorbspoprocks ~ (<;-The wonderful feline itself, Kitty! Go follow all of paws blogs please, meow works very hard!)

•@adoodleintime ~ (<;-The executive producer of this show! I jest, I jest! But seriously, there art surely is a treat to look at! I find myself getting lost in it at times!)

•@p3nny-the-artsy-critter ~ (<- Ah, the star to my sky, the moon to my tide, my platonic wife Penny! now- what is there NOT to talk about when it comes to her?)

•@the-arcade-doctor ~ (<- Jota! Join Jota in the quaint arcade they call home! But be wary, things can get...Ahm....Messy.)

•@rubys-forest ~ (<- my bestie! There swap au is delightful, and so is there art! Ah, the happiness I get when I see them on my dashboard!)

•@justalilstar ~ (<- another best friend of mine! There kirby art is just- Mwah! Chefs kiss! Good soup!)

•@noble-equinox ~ (Ah, my noble neighbor! I have some very nice chats with him, they surely do bring a smile to my face! Luke is the best, go follow them!! Now!!)

OUR FUCKING ALTERS: *Ive fucking given up on listing them all.*

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊJulie Joyful (Welcome Home)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊUsagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon (Pretty Guardian Sailormoon)-Uses "Sailor" or "Moon"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊMoondrop/Moon/Daycare attendant (FNAF)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊSal Fisher/Sally Face (Sally Face)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊSally Starlet (Welcome Home)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊKiki (Little Twin Stars-Sanrio)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊPink Diamond (Steven Universe)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊWhite Diamond (Steven Universe)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊSpinel (Steven Universe)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊHome(Welcome Home)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊJessie Prescott (Hey Jessie)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊThe Collector (The Owl House)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊJohn Doe (Your Boyfriend John Doe)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊTsukasa Yugi (TBHK)-Uses "Azazel", "Aki", "Autumn", "Sage"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊNene Yashiro (TBHK)-Uses "Orchard"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊEvil (Iepfb)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊJuuzou Suzuya (Tokyo Ghoul)-Uses "Teeth"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊQueen Chrysalis (MLP)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊKokoro Momoiro (Yandere sim)-Uses "Momo"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊHana Daidaiyama (Yandere sim)-Uses "Hana"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊJataro Kemuri (Danganronpa)-Uses "James"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊMonaca Towa (Danganronpa)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊKorekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊHiyoko Saionji (Danganronpa)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊIbuki Mioda (Danganronpa)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊBluebird (Steven Universe)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊFranny Joyful (Welcome Home)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊYuno Gasai (My Future Diary)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊSpectra Vondergeist (Monster high)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊGooliope Jellington (Monster high)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊAllister (Pokemon)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊMelanie Martinez (Singer)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊOsana Najimi (Komi Cant Communicate)-Uses "Mike"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊPeni Parker (Spiderverse)-Uses "Liam"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊGwen Stacy (Spiderverse)-Uses "Gio"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊPavitr Prabhakar (Spiderverse)-Uses "Pascal"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊHatsune Miku (Vocaloid)- Uses "Vincent"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊFukase (Vocaloid)- Uses "Mono"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊMileena (Mortal Kombat)- Uses "Iris"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊStella (Helluva Boss)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊRuby Gloom (Ruby Gloom)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊJeff The Killer (Creepypasta)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊ𖤐Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊCassie (FNAF Security Breach)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊCircus Baby (FNAF sister location)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊMisa Amane (Death Note)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊAlternate Gabriel/Lucifer (Mandela Catalog)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊLucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊHusk (Hazbin Hotel)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊEmily (Corpse Bride)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊShock (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊAmy (Sonic)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊWarabi (Splatoon)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊ𖤐Harmony (Splatoon)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊShiver (Splatoon)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊBeatrice Reden (I Heart Amy)-Uses "Loveletter"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊ(CHILD) Beatrice Reden (I Heart Amy)-Uses "Lilypad"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊBenjamin Brynn (Before Your Eyes)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊHoppo (Bugbo)-Uses “AK-47”

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊMary Jane Watson (From Hobie Brown's dimension)- Uses "Gravestone"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊAmy (I Love Amy)- Uses "Ajax"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊElise (Adventure Time)- Uses "JJ"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊBetty (Adventure time)-Uses "Cinnamon"

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊL Lawlet (Death Note)

🎠🎡🎪 ☆ -ˊRui (Demon Slayer)

°○°F/O'S LIST°○°

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

ROMANTIC-

♡Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

♡Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

♡Tuxedo Mask/Mamoru Chiiba (Sailormoon)

♡Sailor Mars/Rei Hino (Sailormoon)

♡Hanako/Amane Yugi (TBHK)

♡Spider noir (Spiderverse)

♡Hobie Brown/Spider punk (Spiderverse)

♡Intruder (Mandela Catalog)

♡L Lawlet (Death Note)

PLATONIC/FAMILIAL-

♡Koutarou Amon (Tokyo Ghoul)

♡Yoshimura (Tokyo Ghoul)

♡Hinami Fueguchi (Tokyo Ghoul)

♡Frank Frankly (Welcome Home)

♡Poppy Partridge (Welcome Home)

♡Bea Joyful (Welcome Home)

♡Hanako/Amane Yugi (TBHK)

DNI-

o<[]:o)-General DNI (Homophobic, transphobic,racist, facist, etc.)

o<[]:o)-Proship/Comship/🍖🌈/Anti-anti

o<[]:o)-Terfs/Swerfs

o<[]:o)-Anti xenogenders/neogenders

o<[]:o)-BNHA/MHA watchers/supporters (moots/friends get a free pass.)

o<[]:o)-Dreamsmp watchers/supporters

o<[]:o)-Aro/Ace exclusionists

o<[]:o)-Anti Agere/Littlespace

o<[]:o)-Anti Anarchist/actively supports capitalism

o<[]:o)- "Transmale lesbians" and there supporters, He/Him lesbians are a-okay!

Very kewl!!!!! Thats it!!!!!!! Now fucking leave I need to tear my hair out!!!!!!!

"Remember, until you hear me again; keep your smile merry, and always know I love you very much...Goodbye!"

And...

Cut! Thats a wrap!

(More may be added in the future!)

#bfyf #before you follow #Here are my tags!:#Whiskeys woes~☆#Whiskeys wifey penny~♡#Whiskeys wonderful co-host Enzo!~♡#Jubilant Jests with Jota~☆#Doodles doozys~☆#Whiskeys rants with random~☆#Kittys concoctions with Whiskey~☆

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