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ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugou x (O) Reader Say I love you  

Summary: You finally give up on your pining after a red-eyed Alpha and he notices.

ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader I’ll kill the Bastard!  

Summary: You had been sent a courting letter and accept only to be stood up.

ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x Pregnant (O) Reader Shopping for Maternity Clothes

Summary: You go shopping with Bakugo for maternity clothes and an unpleasant situation happens.

ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader Heated Blanket

Summary: Your Alpha is less than pleased when it comes to your new purchase.

ABO (A) Bakugo Katsuki x (O) Reader Frosty the Blown Up Snowman

Summary: Katsuki wouldn’t join you in the snow so you made someone who would.

ABO (A) Bakugo Katsuki x (O) Reader Red Sock

Summary: A red sock sneaks into your washer machine.

ABO (A) Bakugo Katsuki x Pregnant (O) Reader Rush Zombie AU

Summary: The world falls into chaos. Katsuki is quick to rush home.

ABO (A) Alien Slave Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader Scarlet Eyes and Broken Chains

Summary: You are drawn to a slave with scarlet eyes.

ABO (A) Bakugo Katsuki x (O) Reader His Warmth

Summary: Your Alpha forgets your birthday and you don’t take it well.

ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Pregnant Reader Grumpy Neighbor

Summary: Pregnant with a pup you move into a new apartment complex and meet one of your grumpy neighbors. 

ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader Pup Free

Summary: You want a dog but Suki says no.

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Money can’t buy you everything Alpha (Rich AU) 

Summary: You find a ruby-eyed boy locked in a shed and help him out. You didn’t know that in doing so you would have a persistent Alpha on your tail, ten years later, wanting to bond with you.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Crimson Scales (Dragon AU) 

Summary: A Knight in shining red scales saves you.

Part One

Part Two

His Light (Villain/Mafia AU) 

Summary: Katskui meets an Omega that makes his Alpha calm down.

Part One 

Part Two

Train Ride to a New Life (Western/Mail-Order Bride AU) 

Summary: You need to leave your life behind, an ad for a mail-order bride sounds like just the thing you need.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Young Justice summoning Danny

They are like "he can't escape this circle we're fine" but the circle only works for ghosts, not halfas and especially not for the ghost king

So Danny, who only came because he was bored, pretty much immediately leaves them because wow a world with heroes? Gotta check it out and he wants to see how different the stars are

So, now the entire hero community is on lookout for this ghost who could absolutely rock some shit if he wanted to

Tim knows about it and feels pretty guilty but he also just met this cute guy who likes talking about stars, so he is a bit preoccupied

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:: 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 ﹠ 𝑳𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚 :: featuring 𝐁𝐚𝐧

♡. w//c. 1.5k

♡. t//w. [ SMUT. ] Fem!Reader. AFAB!Reader. Soft Dom!Ban. Size kink. Use of 'Princess. Good girl. Baby girl.' Praise kink. Multiple orgasms. Squirting. Cream pie. Slight dumbification. Cervix fucking mentions but not focused.

♡. sy//ns. You were his princess, and Ban could never deny his princess.

♡. a//n. Pure smut with the hot fox daddy

Big.

He was big.

Not just in the way his massive, nearly 7ft frame dwarfed you. No, it was the way his cock spread your cunt's lips wide open, stretching and filling you deeply to the point you felt you might split in two. Your eyes widened as fingers entangled themselves into the sheets below you, sweat beading along your forehead with every agonizing inch of cock that sunk into you.

A kiss was pressed to your temple, the touch sweet and sending your heart fluttering. Words were warm against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine; "You're doing so good, princess, taking all my cock like this."

You whimpered as a response but hips shifted back in an attempt to take the rest of him inside of you. You had to stop the moment the head of his cock met your cervix, the sensation deep in your gut and a delightful mingle of slight discomfort and satisfaction. Ban let out a little chuckle at your eagerness. You'd been laying on your stomach, the massive fox-like man coming into you from behind and craning his entirety over your frame. One of his hands kept him propped up while the other cradled your chin, drawing your head up enough to be able to look up at him.

"You look so pretty," he cooed, thumb brushing against the soft of your cheek. "You gonna keep being good for me? You gonna keep taking my cock as well as you are?"

You nodded in his grasp, a little 'mhm' slipping from your lips. Determination sat on your brows, a glimmer in your eyes as you gazed into slitted crimson irises. Ban flashed you a smile, fangs glinting.

"Good girl," he purred, pressing another kiss but this time to your forehead. Hand released you and your chin fell down to the bed, head turning to look back as soon as you felt his hips withdraw.

The slide back into you felt divine. Gummy walls clamped and greedily sucked him in, pleasure beginning to beat against your stomach and curl throughout your body with every pump of his cock. Eyes rolled up as your lips parted, gentle moans echoing from your throat. The pace was nice and slow at first, enough for you to feel every agonizing sensation that budded throughout your body.

"Oh god," you breathed, head of his cock rubbing up against your deepest core.

Ban's lips met the crown of your head, words murmured into the skin; "You're taking all of me in, baby girl. I'm so proud of you."

The words sent your heart into a tizzy, the praise practically making you glow with both pride and pleasure. You wanted to hear more, to know how wonderful you felt, how you made his cock feel. Yet you kept it to yourself, knowing full well within time you'd get what you wanted. Ban always gave you what you wanted.

You felt his hips rock, stretching your walls and scratching that itch that'd been gnawing at you. You couldn't help it; his cock felt too good, you couldn't stave the craving of having him back inside of you for longer than a few days. You'd clawed at his chest and jacket, fingers and hands kneading at the leather while you mewled like a pitiful kitten for him. Ban would always grin while a hand snaked itself around your waist, pulling you firmly to sit into his lap.

"A-ah, fuck," you'd gasped out. Arms reached out and hands clawed at the sheets, drawing the fabric to you as you felt his cock pound into the sweetest of spots within you. Vision was growing fuzzy, your mouth hanging slack as the pleasure ran hot through your bloodstream, igniting you from the inside out. Deep within your gut the pleasure bubbled until finally the heat rose and you were spilling around his cock. Your cum was slick and wet, oozing around the base of him and dripping down your swollen lips.

"You cumming for me, baby?" he cooed, feeling the way your walls gripped onto him like a vice, massaging him in every single way he so dearly loved. "You tightening up? You feel so damn good, nice and warm around my cock. Cum for me again."

It wasn't like you had much of a choice. He'd fucked you straight through the orgasm, leaving no room for reprieve. Your head laid down onto the mattress below, pants and moans escaping from your lips as the pleasure once again began to simmer deep in your gut. You could feel it coming, that blinding white feeling that exploded from within and coursed throughout your entire body, leaving it exhausted.

"You're so wet for me," the deep baritone of his voice continued to praise, the words showering you and feeling warmer than sunbeams on a Summer's day.

Ban had shifted so that his hands cupped over your own, relieving your digits of their tightening grip along the sheets and instead favoring the clenching of his own. Palms dwarfed yours and covered them almost entirely, your grip weak in comparison to his own as he clung to you.

Again, and again, you'd felt your pussy flutter around his cock and begin to lazily drool cum around him. Cock was slicked shiny and wet, the sounds of him pounding into your cunt filling the empty spaces your wails and moans didn't take up. Ban breathed a soft groan at a particularly heated cinch, your walls tending him in a way that made him bite down at his lip.

You could feel him throb within you, and the thought of his cum made your eyes roll up and cunt spasm around him. You echoed a soft moan laced with his name. Fuck, you wanted him to cum, to fill you so that it'd spill out in a steady stream from your hole when he pulled out. Wanted to feel the way his cock would grow hot and thick before pumping you full. It drove you nearly feral, your teeth connecting with your bottom lip so hard it nearly drew blood.

Just as you'd told yourself before; you always got what you wanted, and Ban was always happy to give it. However, you knew he wouldn't this time unless you said something.

"B-Ban," you whimpered out.

Your fox dipped himself down, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear before giving it a playful little nibble; "Yes, baby girl?"

You swallowed at the nickname, heart beating against your ribcage. Your words were a pitiful babble, lust's fangs sinking themselves so deep into your core it'd become hard to think straight; "W-wanna... Wanna be full."

Ban's lips curled into a grin, cheeks dusting a pretty pink. "Already? But you're doing so good, you've lasted so much longer this time."

You nodded, giving a squeeze to his fingers. "C-cum in me, please, I wan' it so bad."

There was no way he could deny you; not when his pretty baby was practically begging for him. Another kiss was laid to your temple before he'd lifted his hips enough to slide himself partially out and then back in, the act making you groan in delight. He fucked you lazily, taking his time, enjoying the way your ass bounced with every hit of his hips and body shifted against his weight along the bed. You were so cute, so lovely.

You came again, this time with a wail and the tensing of your body. Something had felt different. This felt white hot, burning, your cunt throbbing and aching with a need for release and you whimpered and wailed as mind came to a halting stop. Before you could stop yourself, you'd felt it; a gush of warmth splashing down across your thighs and his cock, staining the sheets and the mattress below. Ban echoed your moans, his deep and low in their bellow. Cock began to throb from within you, your mind falling blank save for a select choice words of, 'cum, please, cum, cum.'

The warmth flooded you and you gasped a little. Ban grew still, his sigh low and long as it escaped from his chest and he spilled deep inside of you. You felt so good, too good, he couldn't help himself.

It'd already begun to leak even before he'd slipped his fat cock out of you. Cum dripped in a steady stream down your pussy lips, soaking your throbbing clit and dripping down onto the sheets below.

You were left a panting mess along the bed, body spent and thighs wet and sticky. Ban drank you in, admiring your unravel with a slight smile before he sat himself along the side of the bed and scooped you up into his arms and lap. Feebly you curled up into him while he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"You did so good for me, princess."

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A friend of mine is on the verge of losing their home and if that happens, their family will get separated and they’ll be split from their siblings and possibly their mom. If they lose their house, they’ll either be forced to move in with their abusive father with their little brother or they’ll be moved to a whole other state.

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New blog for @//spiderlily-w1tch-blog! Anyone who knows me as the new/backup blog, go and follow the actual new blog and you can watch the chaos unfold while I set up my new digs!

First post right out the gate!

Yes, this is pre-set up and everything 😭

I wanna get this outta the way now

I am also KoolAidMansBitch on Ao3 as well as the recently deceased @//Spiderlily-w1tch-blog (Gods rest her soul, she was good blog 😢)

I'm starting over fresh, this will be a blog solely dedicated to my current writings/style and topic of writing which means WISPSIMPS is NOT gone from this platform, I'll be posting it again and making announcements about it here. I won't start posting those for a bit but I will post some of my standalone works every now and again.

@sqwishywrites34 will go back to being a backup for now once I get this baby set up

I hope that you all enjoy my chaos as you might be seeing it in real time while I set this up 😭

Dp x DC crossover

So in this au let's say danny is john Constantine's dad right. Right. Anyway.

The JL need the ghost king for something and ask JL dark to help them with the summoning but Constantine flat out told them in his words "fuck no I will NEVER help you summon the ghost king, believe me you dont want to meet him". So the JL assume that the ghost king is some big bad because even John-im-not-afraid-to-sell-my-soul-to-get-the-job-done-Constantine told practically ordered them not to summon him.

But the JL really do need the ghost king so they do try to summon him but john found out and stopped them. And it goes on and on where the JL try to summon the ghost king but john stops them. And the JL get frustrated and wonder women says "look we understand he is a truly evil, vile, creature but we do need him". John looks at her like she just killed a man, he may not want to summon danny but that's his father and NOBODY talks about his dad that way. So John snaps and yells "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, HE ISNT VILE, OR EVIL HELL HE DOSNT EVEN FUCKING CURSE."

Everyone goes quite looking at Constantine. The flash is the first to speak "if he isnt bad new then why dont you want us to summon him?" John rolls his eyes and grumbled "because its fucking embarrassing" and the JL are just so confused.

John sighs and says something in Latin, the summoning circle they made starts glowing and fog starts pouring out. A teen dressed in a black jump suit why gloves and white boots wearing a cape, has glowing green eyes, snowy hair, and hase a green fire crown above his head appears.

The teen looked at john and glares. The JL figured out this was the ghost king and he didnt look happy. He stepped out of the circle and made his way over to john.

The rest of the JL think john is about to die and are ready to step in when the king says "why. Do. You. Have. A. Contract. On . Your. Soul. AGAIN?!" Exasperated. The JL then watched the Literal king of the dead berate and lecture john on soul contract safety. Yeah john was so embarrassed.

DC/DP Crossover Idea #26

Wes and Tim somehow become friends, mainly from Wes appearing in front of Tim one day, dumped a bunch of photos and other stuff and is like ‘I know who you are.’ And Tim wonders if he’s suffering from karma.

Of course, Tim eventually uses this to be a menace to his family. By never telling them about Wes figuring out his and their identities for one, and then inviting this ginger gremlin over for dinner sometime later, and then just letting Wes say the most unhinged shit at the table that’s just a brush close to him just straight up saying ‘I know who you are.’

Mating Call

Pairing: Siren!Doflamingo x Reader

NSFW

Summary: The song is beautiful. The man singing it is even more so. So you do not fight the call to climb the rocks and fall into his arms. You do not fight his warm embrace, his touch, his sweet cooing. This is where you’re meant to be, after all. Who are you to fight against the melody calling you home? Warnings: AFAB!Reader (no pronouns or gendered language used), Smut, Dubcon, Mind Control, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Biting, Marking, Vaginal Sex Word Count: 2.7k Halloween Special 2024

The melody was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

It was so soft at first you couldn’t understand why your heart had begun to sing, why your chest began to fill with warmth. You just knew you were at peace here, on this beach, sinking into the sand as the sun washed over you. It was only after you closed your eyes that you could finally hear the song clearly. There were no words, just the delicate warble of somebody else’s soul meeting yours. The harmony of it all compels you to move, to pull yourself out of the sand and start marching toward your destiny.

The voice shifts as you move, between pitches, genders, and emotions, before finally landing on a single one. A man’s voice, the mostly lovely baritone you’ve ever heard, calls to you. Not by name, but in spirit. Fate’s strings pull you forward, leaving footprints in the sand until you can feel the salty water of the sea up to your ankles. Your eyes open as the song grows louder, closer and closer, and you know that the man singing it will be ready to receive you.

Your hands find holds in the rocky wall in front of you, and you scale it with a precision you never knew you had. It’s as though someone else is moving your limbs for you, someone who knows the path like the back of their hand. You don’t slip once, not even when you reach sections wet from the sea, or those slick with something warm and red that you don’t pay any mind to. You’re almost there, and he’s ready and waiting for you.

The song reaches its peak right as your head peeks over the top of the ridge, and you can see him in his full glory: there is an angel waiting for you. His mouth is open wide, his eyes closed in concentration as he sings to you. He’s massive, nearly twice your height, covered in beautiful pink and white feathers that glisten in the light. They catch the sun, the rays dancing between them and almost making him sparkle. His torso disappears into a solid mass of feathers, which grow into legs far more similar to a bird’s than that of a human. Behind him are a massive pair of wings, the span of them large enough to blot out the sun if he so chose. As your feet finally rest at the top, he opens his eyes, which seem to pierce straight through you to your very core. At the same time, you see an image in your mind, so strong it nearly feels real: you, wrapped tightly in those feathers, shielded away from the world as he grants you all of the pleasure you could ever want. You can practically already feel him inside of you, feel his tongue inside of your mouth.

The song quiets as he finally speaks to you. “It could be a reality, little bird.” The moment he stops speaking, he immediately starts humming again, reaching his arms out to you invitingly. He gestures for you to approach, and once again your feet move before your mind does. Your hands reach for him, as though they were always meant to do so, and in an instant you’re surrounded by strong arms as his wings surround you both, blocking out the light and cradling you in their warmth. He smiles at you, the song fading, and you could swear his teeth were just a bit sharper than they were before. “Oh, you’re even lovelier up close.”

“Thank you,” you murmur shyly, suddenly aware of how very close the two of you are. He laughs with delight at the blush on your cheeks, holding you tighter and pressing your chests together.

“Oh, are you shy now? That won’t do.” He hums softly as he leans down and brushes his nose against your neck before nipping you, making you jump and inadvertently push yourself closer to him. Your arms move around his neck like they have a mind of their own. He nearly purrs when you do, so pleased with your acceptance. “There we go. That’s more like it, sweet thing.” He slides his fingers down your back, and you shiver as you realize they’re tipped with razor sharp claws, ones that could shred you in an instant if he wanted them to. You tense for just a moment, before he hums softly again, cooing in such a sweet tone that you can’t help but melt beneath his touch. Images of your union fill your mind again, of tender kisses and passionate embraces, of being laid down against these rocks and being taken again and again and again. He wouldn’t hurt you. He wants you. He needs you.

His head finally leaves your neck, and you get to see his eyes up close. They seem to pull back all of your layers, lay you bare beneath them. They call you forward, and before you realize it, your lips are against his. He makes a quiet noise of surprise, before you’re pulled up closer, your legs wrapping around his torso and his hands resting on your ass. The kiss begins as something almost tender, affectionate, before quickly gaining a heat that shoots straight to your core. His tongue meets yours, and he shifts to allow himself to hold you in only one arm, freeing the other to explore your body as it pleases. He reaches for your chest, letting out a soft noise of pleasure at the feeling of your softness beneath his fingers. He tries to brush against your nipples, before letting out a soft huff at the fabric in the way.

You’re so lost in it all, head fuzzy and warm, the sound of ripping threads doesn’t even startle you. Your bra and shirt are entirely shredded in an instant, falling off of you and drifting to the ground. When you shiver from the cold, his wings press in closer, trapping the heat from both of your bodies together, keeping you warm as his fingers knead at your breasts. His lips break away from yours so he can finally see them fully exposed, and he grins, all teeth. “Lovely little thing,” he murmurs, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

He sucks gently, and you can occasionally feel just a hint of his teeth, slightly too large in his mouth to keep fully away. Every part of him is so terribly sharp, made for ripping and tearing carrion, for breaking bones, for killing small and tender things like you. But he holds back those edges, ever present but never quite threatening. Even as he lavishes your chest with attention, turning rougher, leaving marks that will certainly last, you remain entirely relaxed in his arms, ready to accept anything he’ll give you.

“You’re doing so wonderfully.” He smiles against your skin. “Really, I might have to keep you.” He lets out another quiet trill, and you easily fall back, your weight only supported by his wings. With both his hands free, he easily frees you of your pants and panties, leaving you fully bare. His tongue traces along your torso, down to where you’re dripping and waiting for him. Instead of giving you what you so desperately crave, his attention moves to your thighs, the plush untouched skin just begging to be bitten and marked.

You whine when his teeth make contact. “Please.”

He chuckles. “Please, what?” You moan as his tongue swipes up your thigh, closer to your cunt, but still torturously far. “I’ll get there, little bird. Just be patient.” Despite his scolding words, he seems thrilled at your pleas, preening at every little sob and cry, clearly proud of reducing you to such a state. It is only after you’re near tears that he finally gives in, and he spreads your lips with his fingers, admiring how wet you are.

“Needy little thing.” He gives you a long swipe of his tongue, and you can’t help but throw your head back as you moan. “Delicious. So perfect.”

 He clearly savors your taste, eyes briefly falling closed as he allows it to sink in. You let out a needy little sound despite yourself, and you can see the edge of his lip twitch slightly before he opens his eyes, staring into yours, and diving right in. His tongue laps at you, gathering your juices for him to enjoy. As your pleasure builds, overwhelming you, you desperately try to find something to ground yourself. You settle for his shoulders, the soft downy feathers there tickling your palms as you squeeze, holding onto him for dear life. After he hits a particularly sensitive spot, your nails dig into him and he groans. You let go, afraid you’ve hurt him, and he pulls back to bark at you, “No, no, no. Put them back.”

You place your hands on his shoulders again, gently, and he lets out a frustrated huff. “No. Harder. Leave your marks.” At his instruction, you dig your nails in harder than ever before, and you can feel his skin break beneath your fingertips. He moans. “Yes, perfect. And so obedient. I really will have to keep you.”

He goes back to lapping against you with a revived fervor, something new rising inside of him. You continue to dig into his skin, hard enough to bruise, and he lets out a soft groan as the pressure increases. It drives him wild, sends his tongue deeper than before, causes his claws to press into your hips, not breaking the skin but teasing the idea.

“Delicious. Worth missing a few meals for.” He pulls back to show his face is covered in your slick. He licks his lips, gathering more of it on his fingers just to pop them in his mouth. He hums, pleased with your taste, giving you a grin that’s all teeth. “You really were made for me, little bird. I wonder how you’ll enjoy being mine.”

You shiver at the idea. Of being wanted, needed, cherished. “I’m going to love it,” you mutter.

His smile grows wider. “Of course you will, sweet thing. I’m glad you realize that." He moves up, crashing his lips into yours, your own taste filling your mouth. “My pretty little mate, here waiting for me whenever I want you. What a wonderful thing.”

Your mind fills with images of you curled up in a nest, naked and waiting as he approaches. Your arms are always outstretched, welcoming him home, not minding the blood spattered on his beautiful feathers. You accept what he gives you, no matter what it is. A gift, his touch, his cock, you accept it all, pleased to receive anything from him. You spread your legs before he even asks, knowing what he wants, and you allow him to take you. The pleasure is beyond you imagination, every single time, every nerve in your body alight with every touch. The vision, combined with his current ministrations, brings tears to your eyes, as you nearly drown in your pleasure, both current and future.

He licks a tear off of your cheek, groaning as his aching cock ruts into your thigh. “Oh, you perfect little thing. So willing. So wanting. So ready to be had. Do you want me, sweet thing?”

“Yes!”

“Excellent. Then you’ll have me, again and again. Let’s make the first time count.” He slowly sinks into you, moaning in your ear of the feeling of your wetness around him. You wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his shoulder blades, arms tucked directly under the wings that curl around you both. The softness is contrasted by the sharpness of his claws against your hips, and the stiffness inside of you. His hips twitch as he struggles to hold himself back, but you don’t worry for a moment. He wouldn’t be rougher than you could handle, you know. His melodic moans sound in your ears, relaxing your muscles and mind.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, to the feeling of fullness, before he begins a harsh pace, hips slapping against yours, feathers brushing against you with every thrust. He places open mouthed kisses against your neck, gentle bites against your neck that grow harsher as he begins to lose himself. You don’t know if the warmth dripping down your front is your blood or his saliva. You don’t know if you care.

His thrusts grow quicker and quicker, sloppier and sloppier, furiously pounding into you. His breaths are ragged, frantic, as he chases his high. Your chests rub together, your nipples rubbing against both skin and feathers, the sensation overwhelming. You cry out as you come undone around him, clenching around his length, your body desperately trying to pull pleasure out of him with its own. He spills into you with a groan, warmth filling you as he wraps his arms around your waist, trapping you against him.

“Don’t waste a single drop, little bird.”

He waits for a few minutes, keeping you against him, cooing sweet nothings, before he finally decides he is done. He walks across the rocks, claws softly clicking against stone, before speaking again.

“You did wonderfully.”

You lay back, chest heaving, and he lets you go for the first time since you stepped foot onto the rocks. Your back is against something soft, which you think may be his nest. You feel his hands brush against you as he checks you over, ensuring not of his bites were too deep. He lets out a soft coo when he finds everything to his satisfaction. “Excellent, little bird.” You can hear him fussing with something before you feel something in your mouth, fishy and wet. You gag, and he pulls it out with a displeased hum. “Not right, hm? I’ll find something else.”

You hear his footsteps leave, off to find something else to feed you, and you shift onto your side. Your entire body is sore, and you can feel the cum leaking out onto your thighs, sticky and warm. When you stretch your legs, you feel your foot hit something, and the soft clatter of something hitting the ground. The sound is strange, unfamiliar, and when you open your eyes, you see it.

Bones.

You seem to have kicked the femur of some large animal. It knocked into a pile of smaller bones, some tiny and square and some longer and thinner. Something about them is sickeningly familiar. You try to push down the nausea, ignore the thought that if you peeled back your skin you would find something nearly identical beneath it. For a moment in your mind, you see your lover’s teeth and claws sinking into your skin for you, ripping you apart so very easily, coming to him far more naturally than tenderness ever could. Bile rises in your throat, and all of your muscles tense, ready to scream, to run, to throw yourself off of this cliff and into the waters below because you might survive and even if you didn’t it would surely be a kinder fate than this poor thing had.

“Darling?” Your head shoots up to see him again, hands filled with berries, nuts, and other various plants he seems to have gathered for you. His eyes drift to your feet, and you see understanding in them. “Ah. I see. I should have tidied up earlier.”

As he approaches, you prepare to launch yourself past him, to get as far as you can, but his smile is so gentle as he quietly begins to hum. The song grows louder, and you feel your muscles relax as he steps closer. His hand rests on your cheek, claws held carefully away. He lifts a berry to your mouth, and you open it with ease, allowing him to place it on your tongue. It’s sweet.

He tenderly brushes his hand over your head, continuing his song, pulling you into his chest. You curl into him easily. He hand feeds you every morsel he gathered, smiling all the while. “Everything’s alright, little bird. Nothing to fear. I plan on keeping you around for a very long time.”

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