#drider doll

[izasbjdphoto]

I recently repainted my sweet little Itsy Betsy as she’d badly damaged her last Faceup by leaping off the shelf in my doll cabinet, trying to take dolls with her. Fortunately no other doll got damaged, and it was the perfect excuse to finally repaint her as I hated the last Faceup I put on her.

I’m really happy with the changes I made this time around in painting her. She’d been based on a peacock jumping spider, so her old Faceup was really dramatic, but it didn’t suit her. Not only did I soften her look, but I put the extra painted eyes along her cheekbones, which gave me room to put eyebrows on her.

Quick before and after of her. It’s funny to me how much her body’s mellowed, she needs a good cleaning to match her head again!

The what is what:

Sculpt: Doll Chateau Elizabeth on the Spider body in grey skin

Eyes: Ashuradark on Etsy

Wig: Unknown

Dress: YoSD sized 1/6 dress by Frezje on Etsy

Faceup: Me over at @izasfaceups

[izasfaceups]

Repainted my Doll Chateau Elizabeth in grey skin, to be softer and to have eyebrows. It’s actually really fun for me to see how different faceups change a doll’s entire vibe.

Just look at that difference!

I was able to give her eyebrows this time because I moved the extra painted eyes onto her cheek bones (and I must say, they turned out brilliant) and I got rid of the overly bold lips.

I’m so glad that I moved the eyes, as now they are not hidden by her wig anymore. Oh, and I put so much gloss onto the fake eyes they have a slight dome.

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!

[lolththespiderqueen]

I made a Kar'niss 20cm cotton doll plush design to go with my Gale one!

Same rules as with my other designs, I have no plans to produce these, but anyone who wants to bring these to a plushie maker has my full permission to do so!

Or, if you ARE a plushie maker, feel free to take these designs, with my blessing. (I may just buy one from you, if so.)

Also feel free to share anywhere.... facebook, twitter, etc.

Spider plush design is from SugarcubeCherry, please go support them here!

[shinkai-kaiju]

i think for the first time today. ive seen a hobby i enjoy and want to get seriously into, got into my little boat (went to study and research and enjoy the hobby), seen the shadow of the leviathan passing beneath my tiny boat (the surface level and or/tail end of what can only be described as a supernovae of collective, critical fury), and went "you know what? dry land sounds good right about now." what the hell happened there. i NEVER get out of the boat! but here i am!

[obsessivevoidkitten]

That Time You Got Yeeted Into Another World, Mistaken as a God-Sent Gift, and Used as a Prize in an Arena

Yandere Bear-Man Dilf x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, framed for a crime, language barrier, eaten out like it's groceries, biting, scent marking, musk, combat, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 765

(Speed written out of nowhere because I had the idea suddenly, not beta read so please forgive any mistakes. I hope you guys like this ficlet. Also forgive the title, in a game I was playing there was a crossover with "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" and I liked the vibe of the title.)

You were framed for a crime you didn't commit and in your village the punishment for that crime was immediate exile via being shoved down a steep crater in the center of which is a one-way portal to what is thought to be Hell.

What no one on your side of the portal knew was that on the other side was just another world. A world that celebrated with a great holiday anytime a human came through the portal. It was also a world populated entirely, with the exception of humans who crossed over, by human-like beast hybrids.

Driders, lion hybrids, nagas, aqrabuamelu (scorpion-men), harpies, dog people, centaurs, minotaurs, gnolls, and many other races that seemed to be part human. 

They have a connecting portal in their universe, but any who try to go into it are spat back out. The current went only in one direction.

Every few years, a human would be flung forth from the portal, a gift from the gods! But only the worthy can keep such a gift. So whenever a human comes to the realm from the watcher of the portal will ring the bells and all the warriors assemble and a grand tournament is held at the arena. Whoever wins gets to keep the human and gains enough wealth to care for them properly.

Things are no different when you arrive, you are immediately ushered away, examined, and pampered like a prize doll with no agency. Despite your objections. It seems like only the keeper of the portal has any rudimentary undestanding of your language, not that it helped you. He didn't explain much and his speech wasn't that great. Something about... a big game?

You were naturally frightened beyond all reason, seeing all these beast-men, but it didn't seem like you were being harmed. It really wasn't what you thought hell was going to be like. 

On the day of the big tournament, you were dressed in the finest silks, given a tiny crown of silver, and taken to the best seat in the arena. One where everyone could see you. A cushioned throne was provided for you to sit upon. You figured that this must be a ceremony to welcome people from the portal.

You watched as all the combatants sparred. At first you were horrified, but it became evident that people could yield and death was, almost always, avoided. There were combatants of every variety. 

Even from the start the best seemed to be a naga woman named Eeris and a bear-man named Brakwen. As they advanced through the fights they both finally made it to the finals where they'd clash. Eeris favored twin daggers and fangs while Brakwen used claws and brute strength. He had a sword but had not resorted to using it. 

It was a mighty battle but Brakwen the bear-man managed to win. You still did not yet realize you were the prize. Not until you were escorted down to him and were carried bridal style out of the arena with the crowd cheering. Brakwen had won the god's favor!

From close up he looked even more imposing. He seemed to be in his late 30s to early 40s. He mostly looked like a hairy man from far away though up close his massive size, sharp teeth, claws, thick fur covering his arms and quite frankly adorable bear ears, gave him away. He was rugged but admittedly rather handsome. You knew there was nothing you could do so you let him carry you away. 

Despite the language barrier, Brakwen did his best to please his god-given prize. He could tell you feared him. Especially since you tried to run off a few times. But Brakwen didn't get angry. You never even managed to get past the door. Even if you did there were two gates outside the house. You were far too valuable to let wander off. 

Eventually when you had stopped running off, and when his rut demanded he wait no longer, he began acting a bot more aggressove and sexual towards you. 

Though you tried to stop him it ended with him stretching out your hole with his powerful tongue, lubing you up with his copious amounts of drool, and sliding into you with his massive musky cock.

That's what your life was now. Being treated like a fragile precious gem most of the time and then for one week out of every month you were fucked full of hot bear cum in every possible position, bitten possessively, and scent marked by being forced to wear his oversized clothing. 

[bunnis-monsters]

🎃🎃MY OFFICIAL LIST FOR MY MONSTERTOBER EVENT🎃🎃

note: I will TRY to get to all of these, but if I feel like I can’t finish some, I’ll put up a poll so y’all can choose what I write

Oct1 legend of the driders(smut)🕸️

Oct2 vampire and werewolf fight over you(GONE SEXY) 🧛🏻🐺

Oct3 yan merman can’t let you go🧜‍♂️

Oct4 slime bf wants to be as close as possible~💧

Oct5 tentacle monster has a humanoid form?! 🐙

Oct6 yandere incubus 😈

Oct7 clingy haunted doll bf 🪡

Oct8 yan!vampire thinks you’re his reincarnated lover🧛🏻

Oct9 friend becomes a zombie then can’t help but breed you 🧟‍♂️

Oct10 baby bee hybrid Halloween special 🐝

Oct11 yandere witch makes you his pet 🧙

Oct12 werewolf chases you while you’re in a bunny costume 🐺🐰

Oct13 orc x bunny hybrid reader 🧌🐰

Oct14 shark hybrid bf going feral during your shark week🦈

Oct15 reader is the yearly sacrifice to appease the ghosts(smut) 👻

Oct16 cow hybrid!reader free use at a farm fall festival 🐮

Oct17 yandere lake monster 💦

Oct18 Yan!(maybe vampire)Scientist x experiment reader 🧪

Oct19 puppy hybrid bf breeds you at a costume party 🐶

Oct20 clown entity lonely after park shuts down, gets horny when you come to explore 🤡

Oct21 vampire milf gets you to babysit her kids then pays you with sexy times later 🧛🏻‍♀️

Oct22 yandere poltergeist falls for you (smut) 👻

Oct23 werewolf is witch!reader’s familiar 🧙

Oct24 Frankenstein’s monster? More like frankenstein’s moaner the way I’m bouncing on that wood 🤖

Oct25 protective headless horseman smut 🐴

Oct26 haunted house? Sentient scarecrow fucking? JINKIES 👹

Oct27 exploring haunted house with friends, get abandoned. Demons fuck you senseless 😈

Oct28 aliens take you for a breeding program 👽

Oct29 Gorgon lady turns you to stone and uses you to get off 🐍

Oct30 Naga’s first halloween 🐍

Oct31 Jack-o-lantern monster fun :3 🎃

[running-with-kn1ves]

 Masterlist~~ (OG Work)

ADVISATORY WARNING: This list potentially deals with yandere behavior, violence, death, non/dub-con, NSFT, etc.! Please read at your own risk.

Last Updated: Sept. 25th, 2024

Male love interest

Rich! Yandere X Yandere! Reader 

Yandere! MIMIC Creature X Reader

Yandere Gym Trainer X Client Reader

Yandere! Killer Clown X Reader

Yandere Boyfriend X Insecure! Reader (Pt.2 In the Book Stacks)

Photographer X Reader

Stalker X Reader

Yandere X “I can fix them” Reader 

Satin Pillows to Cry On

Masked Intruder X Reader l Masked Intruder X Reader Pt. 2 l Masked Intruder X Reader Pt. 3

Virgin! Best friend X Reader (NSFT!)

Yandere Masochist X Reader (NSFT!)

(NSFT!) Jealous Boyfriend X Reader l (NSFT!) Jealous Boyfriend Pt.2 (Valentines day) X Reader (NSFT!) Jealous Boyfriend X Flirting Reader

Yandere Best Friend X GN Virgin! Reader (NSFT!)

CRUSH(ED)

Yandere X Amnesiac! GN Reader

Cannibal X Reader l Cannibal X Reader pt. 2

Rich! Husband X Reader

Stalker X Reader

Possessive Delinquent X Reader l Possessive Delinquent X Reader Pt. 2 l Possessive Delinquent X Reader pt. 3

Secret Admirer X Reader l Secret Admirer X Reader Pt. 2

Childhood Friend! X Reader

Yandere Soulmate! X Reader

Male! Yandere x Servant Reader (Drabble)

Christmas Intruder X Reader

Fantasy

Giant X Faerie Reader

Orc Tribal Leader X Reader

Manticore X Reader

Doll X Reader

Elf(Cirdan) X Reader

Elf (Cirdan) X Reader Pt. 2 (NSFT!)

Satyr God X Human Reader

Satyr X Human Reader Pt. 2 (NSFT!)

Elf Lord X Entertainer! Reader

Orc X Guard! Reader

Werewolf Elias X Reader

Werewolf Elias X Reader Pt. 2

Naga X Reader

Naga X Reader Pt. 2

Werewolf Boyfriend X Reader

Incubus X Human Reader

Alien X Reader

Alien X Reader (Pt.2)

Wraith X Reader

Mothman X Reader

Plant Creature X Reader

Shapeshifter X Reader

Symbiote Armor X Reader

Vampire X Reader

Mermaid X Reader

Female love interest

Fitness Trainer! X Client! Reader 

Yandere Biker Girlfriend X Reader

Baroness X Maid! Reader

CEO X Reader l CEOX Reader Pt. 2 l CEO X Reader Pt. 3 l CEO X Reader Anniversary l CEO X Reader Drabble  CEO Werewolf X Fem! Werecat Reader

(NSFT!) Kidnapper (Maeve)X Fem! Reader

Fantasy

Dark Fae X Reader

Vampire X Reader

Cat Girl X Reader

Nymphs X Reader

Drider X Reader

Medusa X Blind! Reader

Lycan Gangster X Reader

Lamia X Reader (NSFT!)

AFAB! Reader

Sleepy Afternoons: Dragon Boyfriend X Reader (Period comfort)

Omega! Male Yandere X Alpha! Fem Reader

Ex-husband X Pregnant Fem! Reader

(NSFT!) Robot X Fem! Reader

(NSFT!) Kidnapper Drabble AFAB

AMAB! Reader

(NSFT!) Kidnapper Drabble AMAB

Male + Female Love Interest

Incubus + Succubus X Reader  Incubus + Succubus X Reader SMUT

Male! Yandere X GN Reader X Female! Yandere

[politemenacephd]

Arachnophilia: (Part Twenty-Two)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Aftercare, Miguel is still rutting, Reader is in heat, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Gentle PinV sex, Soaking.

Word count: 3906

When you woke it was slow, as even moving your eyelids felt laborious.

You didn’t remember going to sleep. Really, you barely remembered anything, spare the faint memories of being glued to Mig on the bed to engage in the sleepiest sex possible.

You were sore, exhausted, groggy and stiff. When you moved your legs even an inch they ached, and you could feel just from that that you were too weak to stand. Internally you felt stuffed, almost like his shaft was still inside you, but you realized quickly it was just copious amounts of cum mixed with the left-over soreness of being stretched and pounded well beyond human limits.

You could still feel the lingering fingerprints on your skin where he’d grabbed you, the lingering teeth marks on your neck where he’d bitten you to offer relief.

You let out a low groan. God, even the ache was enjoyable. You had been utterly used.

‘Mm…. Hey, Mig?’

You mumbled his name and wiped your eyes but got no response. As you adjusted to the dim light you began scrambling for any connection to the outside world, pulling up the watch still loosely hanging from your wrist.

You squinted at the bright light as it flashed to life, and then baulked in horror. Two whole days had passed. Two days lost to that pollen mist, two days of non-stop fucking, two days with no contact with anyone else.

You groaned and rolled on the bed. ‘Fuck, fuck…. Argh, fuck.’

As you rolled on the mattress you finally found Mig, who thankfully hadn’t left the bedroom either. He was fast asleep with his legs curled beneath his abdominal belly and his head in his arms, softly snoring and whining in his sleep.

You sighed and shuffled closer, nestling into the warm fluff of his body. He grunted and, in his sleep, pulled you towards him. He held you taut to his body, like a small plush doll, and you held him back.

‘Mig’ you whispered. He didn’t respond.

‘Mig’ you said a little louder. You patted his leg and watched it twitch, slowly stirring him back to wakefulness. His snores turned to grumbling.

‘Mmm… Arañita…’

He moved in a way that immediately made you flinch, with his arms sliding down to scoop your waist and pull you closer.

‘Woah, woah—no more, no more’ you said. ‘Stalemate, Mig, stalemate.’

At that he opened his eyes fully. He seemed confused. ‘No, more…. oh.’ His eyes widened as his memories flooded back, overloading his senses with everything that had happened over the past two days.  

‘I… Oh, arañita, I—’ he pulled back slowly while still keeping you within his embrace, both as a gesture to show he was no longer in need of your body and to check it for damage.

‘Are you, okay?’ he whispered. You slowly nodded.

‘I’m… I’m okay, yeah.’

‘Are you sure? I didn’t hurt you?’ he whispered, his voice a little more desperate this time around. You shook your head.

‘I mean I’m- really sore, and, tired, but… I assume you are too.’

He sighed. ‘Ah- Yes, I, am. I never thought I would say this, but I would beg you please to not even, brush my genitalia for the next 48 hours, I fear I might… cry.’

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at that. Your monstrous, confident, potent lover was no more, and your sweet dork was back. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and he nestled into the touch.

‘Mm… How bad is the damage then?’ he mumbled sleepily. He raised his head to peer about the room and immediately choked in horror.

The room was saturated in cum to an almost comedic degree. On the bed, the floors, the walls, coating the thick dangling web left torn from the ceiling.

‘I…. Oh, dear.’ He swallowed hard as his brows furrowed. ‘Ah… I, did… Ah. Are you, sure you’re okay?’

He bent to sniff you, his hands gently squishing your belly and thighs. You raised your hands in an attempt to warn him but you were too late. ‘Wait, Miggy don’t—’

As he pressed on you and coaxed your legs aside you immediately felt more ejaculate leak out, revealing just how stuffed you still were. You looked away in embarrassment while Mig struggled to push down his arousal. Somehow, even after all he’d already done, it still excited him.

‘Ah—I’m so sorry, oh—poor arañita’ he blurted. Before you could say a thing in response he rushed straight into after-care mode.

He bundled you up and quickly spun a sheet of silk to saturate with his venom. He made about three of these in total, all of which he then smoothed over your body; two to cover your hips and thighs, and one very tenderly pressed to your sex. It had a strange, cooling effect on the skin and did quickly help to numb the pain.

He kissed from your inner thigh up to your cheek before pulling you close to rest in his fur. ‘Mi arañita’ he whined.

‘It’s okay’ you repeated. ‘It’s okay, I promise. We—both, went a little… wild, but, that’s nothing new. I can deal with it.’

‘I… Didn’t, even know it was possible to produce that much’ he murmured, more to himself than to you. He couldn’t help but fixate on the utter mess surrounding his bed, knowing that he’d tried to fit every single inch of that inside you. Again, to his great embarrassment, it still excited him a little.

‘I mean neither did I. I knew you were… virile, but, taking two whole days to run out?’ you noted with a yawn.

‘Ah… I don’t know if I even did run out. I don’t remember’ he grunted. ‘Did I run out, or—did you get too sore, or, did I get too tired? I-I don’t know.’

‘You MUST have run out’ you insisted. ‘There’s no way you just, kept producing that much cum for two days.’

‘I don’t know’ he said shyly. ‘I… Maybe, I did. I mean I remember we did start to slow down but I thought that was just the pollen losing its grip.’

‘We did?’

‘Ah, yes. Do you not remember?’

‘I remember when you, uh—’ you paused as you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, ‘I remember you, sticking me to your belly so you could just, be permanently inside me, so you could cum when you needed to.’

You saw Mig’s eyes twitch, his lips pursing hard to hold back any unwanted noises. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this right now.

‘Mm… Yes, we did that for a while, and then you fell asleep, so I stopped. I… rubbed myself on the sheets and, smelled you for comfort, then you woke up and begged for more, I—tried to just stimulate you with my fingers to avoid making you sore but you were… insistent. So I came in you again. Then we both fell asleep, and, upon waking we would mate every, hour or so, I’d say, then every three hours until… we fell asleep, again.’

You stared at him as he spoke. You did vaguely remember what he was talking about. There were fuzzy, erotic memories lingering at the back of your mind in blurry detail; the flash of a plush, red cock filling you up, the sound of him grunting, the pleading for more than his thick, calloused fingers.

You coughed to push down any possible brewing of sexual tension. You couldn’t handle any more.

‘Right. Right, so… you didn’t run out, we just, got sleepy. My goodness you are terrifying.’

Mig gave a shy little laugh. It always looked so strange to see that hulking, muscled, hairy man coyly shrugging his shoulders. ‘I apologize again, mi tesoro. I didn’t mean to overload you.’

‘No, don’t apologize, just… my god, do you not feel like- drained? Or, tired, or… empty, for lack of a better word? Is your body just a, literal cum factory?’

Again, Mig shrugged. He seemed both bashful at the attention you were showing his body and a little bit proud of how shocked you were. ‘I feel… tired, and, sensitive there, but, not empty, no. I believe the pollen may have just coincided with my usual rut cycle so my body is prepared specifically to produce as much as possible.’

‘With your usual… Wait, do you think I’m also—’

Mig bent before you could finish, his nose nestling into your neck to take a deep, heavy sniff. You felt the air brush your skin as he breathed in and out.

‘Mm… Yes, you are in heat’ he said, blunt as ever. ‘That would explain your eagerness.’

‘Oh…. Shit, already?’

‘It has been a month or so. We should have been prepared’ Mig said matter-of-factly. For once his blunt, pragmatic attitude grated on you.

‘Uh…. This is gonna be so annoying to explain to—’ you paused midway through your rambling as a new, horrifying realization hit you. Mig watched as you frantically scrabbled with your watch.

‘SHIT—Shit, we didn’t—tell anyone at the HQ we’d been gone, shit—’

You’d completely forgotten about the HQ, and about your obligations to them. If you’d vanished after a mission for two days without warning there was bound to be trouble waiting for you.

There was something that worried you much more, however, and that was the fact you’d left Miguel at the HQ after the pollen fight. He could have said or done anything in the time you’d been incapacitated with lust.

You drew up a list of contacts and immediately went to Jess. She picked up quickly, and without delay you went into a manic monologue trying to salvage your relationship with the society.

‘Hey, Jess I- I’m so, SO sorry, about being gone, I know I promised we wouldn’t have any more un-notified absences, but I can explain—’

‘What? What do you mean?’

You blinked as Jess’s voice floated through. That wasn’t what you’d been expecting to hear at all. Why did she sound confused? Why wasn’t she angry, or concerned?

‘I- Me and, Mig being, gone the past two days—’

‘Yeah, I know’ Jess said. Now she sounded really confused. ‘Of course you’re gone, you put in the paperwork.’

Slowly your face condensed into a frown. You hadn’t had the foresight to send in a leave of absence, had you? You glanced at Mig and awkwardly covered the watch with your hand. ‘Did- Did you, file for absence?’ you hissed.

Mig furrowed his brow in a sweet little imitation of your own confusion. ‘I- Mi arañita, I was strapped to your vaginal cavity, I could not—’

‘AT- SHH, SHH- oh my god, Mig!’ You violently shushed Mig and his overzealous oversharing as the watch audio crackled beneath your palm. He obediently silenced himself.

‘We— Sorry, Jess, ah- we, didn’t file paperwork for this’ you said slowly.

‘What do you mean you didn’t? Miguel gave me the signed paperwork two days ago, made me hand it into HR’ Jess said. Her voice had gone from confused to mildly annoyed, but you didn’t reply.

You had fully frozen up. Miguel? Miguel gave her paperwork to give you both time off? Why? You were sure he would have been the one to sabotage you, to imply you’d run off from your duties again so you and Mig would get kicked out, especially after how things left off.

You thought about his snapping teeth, his violent possessive grabbing of your body as he rubbed himself against your back while Mig rubbed up on your front, and immediately felt a flush fill your cheeks.

But, he’d just, handed in paperwork for you…?

‘So… So, wait, Miguel already signed us off?’ you said.

‘Yes! How do you not—it was signed, and everything, by both of you. He said you were- dealing with some stuff and needed time out, for about a week or so. Did Miguel fake the papers or something?’

‘Ah- No! No, we- do need time off, just uh… I guess, I, forgot. That’s all. Sorry. Thanks Jess!’

In a panic you slammed the hang-up button and turned to Mig. He looked just as confused as you.

‘So… Miguel, signed us out?’ you slowly repeated. Mig furrowed his brow. The mention of that man still seemed to spark a great, unrulable fire of conflicting feelings in him.

‘It…. Would seem so’ he said slowly.

‘But why?! Why would—After what happened, why would he do us a favor like that?’

‘I don’t know’ Mig grunted. He was avoiding eye contact now, his gaze fixed on the wall.

‘It doesn’t make sense, he—’

You turned mid-rant as a low beeping noise filled the room. Your watch was going off again. You raised it expecting to perhaps see Jess, or maybe even Miguel, but you were surprised to see Peter’s name flashing up on the screen. You clicked receive.

‘Hey, Peter, now’s not a great time—’

‘Hey! Hey guys, sorry uh, won’t be long, I really just-- Have you guys seen Miguel?!’

Your frown grew deeper. Okay, this was getting very strange now. ‘We… No, we, haven’t seen Miguel for a while’ you replied cautiously.

‘For a while—o-okay, when did you last see him?’ Peter asked. You noted that he sounded out of breath.

‘We—saw him roughly two days ago, why?’

‘Ah, shoot—okay, okay, no worries. He uh- He hasn’t been reachable, for about two days, we went around the HQ and did a few little things before saying he needed to deal with some stuff and just- vanished. Just, vanished.’

‘Huh… Okay, um- well, I’ll let you know if I see him’ you said after a moments silence.

‘Yeah! Yeahh, please do, ah- he hasn’t been in a good headspace for a while, I just- I’m worried about him. I’m sure it’s fine, I just… Never mind, thanks guys. Take care!’

The watch hung up with a click, leaving you and Mig staring at each other. The confusion between you had only deepened.

‘So….’ you said slowly.

‘So…’ Mig replied.

For a minute or so you both sat in silence. You were both trying your best to make sense of what you’d just heard, but in the end Mig couldn’t stand to be alone with his thoughts. 

‘I um- I think I should wash you, mi arañita’ he said. ‘I will clean myself as well, but, you definitely need it.’

‘Hmm? What? Oh—Oh, I can wash myself, Mig, you don’t—’

‘Arañita, I do’ Mig insisted, gently but firmly interrupting your rebuttal. ‘I do, need to wash you. Because you will not be able to stand on your own, let alone run the water and bring it to the bath. Do you understand?’

You huffed a little at what felt like babying to you, until you remembered how your legs had buckled at just the act of rolling in bed. As you moved them again beneath the sheets you realized he was right; you couldn’t hold your own weight.

‘I—Okay’ you sighed. ‘Okay. Let’s- clean up.’

As Mig cleaned the room and ran you a bath you both had time to think.

For you, Miguel’s sudden change of heart was worrying. Could he actually have started feeling bad? He had run in to help you, which was something at least, but the more you thought about it the more you realized how foolish it was to give Miguel credit for the bare minimum. He’d been an absolute demon for your entire relationship, and now he’d just changed out of nowhere? Whatever was happening, you needed more evidence than just this before you were willing to speak with him again.

Mig, in contrast to your own thoughts, was far more cynical. He had glad to hear that Miguel was gone, but he hated himself for still being partially worried about the man. He’d thought after the fight he’d stop caring completely, but Miguel was still him. They were still intertwined, and they still had a history of trying to support each other.

He just couldn’t see his sudden act of generosity as anything other than a ploy of some kind. An attempt to make them feel in debt to him, or a way to suck up to you for his own needs perhaps. Whatever it was, he didn’t like it.

He just tried to focus on the here and now.

Mig used heated water from the firepit in the middle of the den to fill a wooden bathtub, and while it was heating, he tried his best to clear the bedroom of his copious ejaculate. He certainly did his best with his cumbersome spider paws.

You lounged about until it was time to go, and when the bath was ready you let him carry your weak, exhausted body through the tunnels and into the little makeshift bathroom he’d built beneath the earth. He lowered you down into the steaming water with absolute care.

The water was an absolute life saver as it covered your bruised skin and sore muscles. You practically collapsed into the warmth.

‘Fuck…. Oh that’s so much better’ you moaned. Mig purred and rustled with pleasure to see you relaxed.

You lay back as he removed the strips of silk on your skin and used his human hands to clear you of two days worth of sweat, slick, spit and god knows what else, all in a sweet and comfortable silence.

It wasn’t until he was halfway through cleaning that he spoke again.

‘Ah, arañita?’

‘Mhm?’

‘I—About, the, fight. With, Miguel’ he started, his voice slow and awkward. You opened one eye and silently gestured for him to continue.

‘I want to apologize, mi arañita. I- I don’t, like how I acted back there.’

‘Hey, it’s fine. It was the- whatever that stuff was.’

‘I… I meant, the violence’ Mig murmured.

‘Yeah, I know. It was the stuff, the—pollen or whatever. I know it made you a little loopy.’

‘I’m not sure it was just the—jealousy’ Mig rebutted. ‘

‘I don’t- want to be like him. I don’t want to be angry. I’m- scared, of being angry’ he said, his voice dipping. ‘Whether he deserved it or not, he… It’s not what I want for me. It’s not what I want for you.’

Your face softened as you realized what he meant. He didn’t want to believe his past mistakes might have been intrinsic to his nature, that he and Miguel were, as he feared, stuck in a cycle of violence and revenge.

You reached out to stroke his cheek. ‘Hey. You’re okay. I know it was the pollen, because god knows that man’s fucked with us before, and you never acted out. Plus… I mean even if it wasn’t, it’s not like he didn’t deserve it.’

‘Mi arañita, don’t say that—’

‘But it’s true! You weren’t…. Ah, look, it—you have always, always, acted in self-defence. Miguel grabbed me. He told you to stop him. You did.’

Mig stiffened his lip as you quietly acknowledged what he was thinking. You didn’t say it outright, but you were both thinking the same thing. About Dana, about his past.

‘I still trust you’ you said gently. ‘I mean, I trusted you enough to let you fuck me afterwards. Like, thirty times. Clearly you didn’t scare me that badly.’

Mig gave a soft chuckle at that. ‘I suppose that is true. Though, I’d bet it was more than thirty, mi tesoro. Far more.’

You chuckled back. Without thinking Mig allowed his mind to wander, back to those past two days. Back to the sight of you penetrated on his shaft, to the sounds you made as he moved inside you, to the feeling of unloading himself into your willing body.

A soft whimper escaped his lips. He couldn’t help it. He’d daydreamed in that haze about watching you get round and plump with his offspring, of his seed taking to you with ease. It was what his body craved so badly; he couldn’t escape the pleasure of that fantasy even if he knew he shouldn’t.

So much cum. So much virile seed. So much wasted, and yet so much still left inside you.

You’d most certainly taken most of it into your womb by this point, he thought. He’d probably stuffed that too. A sweet, soft part of you was filled with him, with his genetic imprint. Even if not pregnant you were carrying him.

A low shudder went through his body. Oh no. That rut. That heat. He felt his phallus beneath his thick fur stirring and throbbing as blood rushed to fill it.

His first thought was to leave, to give you space, but as he bent down to apologize he heard you mewl. You were slumped in the tub, your thighs slowly shifting against each other to offer a small bit of stimulation.

Oh no. It was hitting you too.

‘Ah… arañita’ he whispered. The sound of his voice made you squirm. You could feel it, that white hot pain in your gut that could only be relieved one way.

‘Arañita, you’re still sore. We can’t’ he hissed. You panted a little and he had to physically clamp a hand on his slit to stop his erection bursting forth. You didn’t help matters by continuing to let soft, pathetic whines escape your pursed lips.

It was like magnetism. You were drawn to him, even though you anticipated the ache you knew it would be less painful than the tug in your loins for consummation. Mig knew it too.

In a frenzy he pulled your body from the water and held it to him with his hands and forelegs, perfectly spreading your legs apart around his flurry abdomen. You were dripping wet, completely naked in his grip. His breath steamed as it swirled around his barred fangs.

‘Just…. Just, a bit, I—I’ll do this, gently, to make it stop’ he whined. You frantically nodded, and you let him have you again. 

Mig stuck to his word. He pushed only the very tip of his cock inside you and began to tenderly rub it around the rim of your cunt, refusing to fully enter. You let out a low moan of relief at even that subtle touch, that tender probing. It felt good to fixate on his touch, on the way his thick shaft curiously penetrating back and forth, all while giving you a perfect show. You got to lie back in his grip and watch it moving, poking, teasing, tasting, desperate to fill you again. 

He teased you quick, pushing just to end the agony in both of you, teasing and rubbing himself on those soft, gummy walls. It didn’t take long for his overstimulated body to tip.

'Must- breed- you-' 

The moment he peaked he gripped you tight, forcing himself to remain only an inch or so inside you. You gripped him back.

‘F-Fuck, Mig—!' 

With a violent groan he orgasmed in almost total stillness, allowing those thick ropes to coat what little space remained on your insides. You relished in the sweet, warm release that he offered, that addictive rhythmic motion of being touched and filled. You got to watch that too. You got to watch that plush, red shaft pulsing and expanding as it filled you, and you got to watch it dripping out. 

The moment he was drained he pulled out and lifted you up to his face. In a dizzy state he licked at your cunt, gently slathering it with venom to ease any soreness he’d caused. You whimpered the whole time, quietly thanking him.

With a sigh he lowered you back into his arms.

‘Okay… Let’s, get you back to bed’ he panted. ‘This is… this is going to be a long week.’

Link to next part!

[sillypilled-friendcel]

(inspired by @saturatedoranges ofc)

i forgot to add: the lovecraftian horror thing is specified becuz these are my interests and hastur got me blushing and shit)

[c0ld0utside]

Sorry about the absence, asks will be done eventually. Here’s some facts about the Dads' while we wait:

Dark Web Dad and Werewolf Dad are the kind of dads that build pillow forts. One joins his kid in the den, the other doesn’t.

Massimo (Vampire Mafia Boss) bakes. I’m talking about the kind of baking you see on Pinterest and Instagram reels. It’s not for him, it’s mostly for his unturned fledglings and kids living in his “territory.”

Holden doesn’t regret turning his fledgling at the age they were at, even though his fledgling will look like a teenager for the rest of their days. 

Micah sings lullabies. They’re either ones he’s made up on the spot or ones his parents used to sing him.

Drider Dad makes dolls out of his silk. If they get damaged he’ll repair them. He also weaves patterns as a hobby.

[everydaydollydomes]

FrozenOverStudios has another really cool drider for sale and their landlord is being a dick and ending her lease in a couple months. Thorne is $150 and printed in PLA Filament and fully articulated. Fenni is also open for commissions and other custom work. She's great to work with! She did the remix for my Narinder head and is finishing up the remix for my Lambert head pretty soon and she can also do custom work!

I believe she is also selling some old equipment, but you'll need to reach out to her via Discord for specifics on which machines - I know for sure she's mentioned a heat press and maybe an older FDM printer.

[justsomedumbstuff]

Buaah Nagitos backstory for the creature au is so sad what the heck... But it's a very interesting concept, all of the guys are super cool and the character designs are pretty :33 do you have any other backstories? For Alane or Nekomaru or other non drawn guys, like maybe Hiyoko or Ibuki (they're my faves hah)? The concept seems very cool!!

OHH! EVEN BETTER. I’ll talk about ALL of them. (At least what I have right now. Some of this might be subject to change later.)

I YAP under the line btw.

Hajime- Human.

He’s the only human in this crazy group and he feels rather out of place but everyone in the group loves this guy.

Chiaki- Ghoul.

One of the few undead characters in this and the only person who’s able to communicate with nagito when he’s not visible to other people. Perks of being kinda dead ig!

Nagito- Spirit.

After falling victim to a nasty plague, nagito’s spirit has wandered the castle he died in for years… how many? He’s still unsure about that.

Izuru- Gorgon.

After being cursed by his town’s goddess by openly defying her, he was cursed to be a Gorgon and stripped of his humanity. It’s been so long he doesn’t even remember what it was like to be human.

Imposter- Shapeshifter.

Never having a lasting home they bounce from place to place, changing forms each time to try to just find somewhere peaceful. Of course, humans aren’t all that accepting to things that are different.

Teruteru- Dwarf.

He grew up with his mama! I don’t have much info on him yet as I’ve only gotten to a few of the characters! But dw he still loves to cook :3

Mahiru- Aarokocra.

Where’s a better angle for a picture than up in the sky! She deserves pretty feathers…..

Hiyoko- Harpy.

Makes sense with how mean she can be but also with how captivating her movements are!

Peko- Living Doll.

Made for fuyuhiko to protect him and be a tool to him. He doesn’t like this. His parents ordered her to stay with him at all times.

Fuyuhiko- Half foot.

Small but very feisty! You’ll never see him without peko by his side, he acts annoyed about it but he cares for her a lot. He is real mad about how people view him as weak for being a half foot. He can take care of himself Dammit!

Mikan- Drider.

Driders are dark elves that were cursed by their goddess/god to have the lower half of a spider. Mikan’s goddess was feeling wrathful and even though she did everything right, followed every rule her goddess set in place, she was not loved by her goddess.

Ibuki- Satyr.

With her love for music and trouble it makes sense for her to be a satyr! She goes around the woods making anything she can find into an ‘instrument’ as well as picking up things and placing them in the bag she hauls around. Her ‘trinkets’.

Akane- Werewolf.

Very rowdy! She loves to roughhouse and play around and eat!! She travels with her ‘pack’, aka just with nekomaru, they travel together and just have fun! They aren’t too worried abt where they’re headed. As long as they’ve got each other they’re fine!

Nekomaru- Werewolf.

He’s loud! Very loud! And is good at handling Akane when she gets too rambunctious. They’re like siblings, they roughhouse, argue, get on each others nerves but at the end of the day they’re family that would do anything for one another.

Kazuichi- plant person??

The best way I can describe this. Is Venus McFlytrap from monster high. I have to work on him more LOL

Sonia- vampire.

After getting sick from the plague ravaging her kingdom, her parents take her to see a better doctor in another country. She isn’t sure how it all led to this. But the next thing she knew, she was awake. Covered in blood. Next to the bodies of her parents and the body of someone she didn’t recognize. Someone with sharp fangs and pale skin. She doesn’t know what fully happened, but she can only assume she played a role in her parents death. But no one will be able to tell her for sure.

Gundham- Half demon Half human.

Like I said previously, gundham was raised by his mother. His father was a demon, and definitely not there when he was growing up. His mother taught him to care for all creatures and is where he gets his love for animals.

[wellthebardsdead]

And now, the adventures of tiny Kar’niss, continued~

———

Kar’niss: *weeping hard and holding himself in fear and pain as Tav carries him inside last light inn* m-majesty- majesty im scared, I can’t hear you anymore- the prism it showed me lies- they hurt me! I’m scared!

Tav: poor little guy. *gently pats him making him hiss and rear up his legs* He’s scared out of his mind.

Gale: *takes a teacup and scoops some warm water from a pot by the fire* Let’s clean him up and give him some food I’m sure he’ll feel much better after that.

Tav: *nods and gently places him in the teacup bath*

Kar’niss: *confused and terrified thinking they’re trying to drown him* n-no please! Please! Majesty save me! Save me!!! *tries to climb up tavs hands only to be held in place as they gently start cleaning him*

Tav: shhhh, you’re okay, let’s get all this dirt off you. *wipes his face with a little cloth and smiles as his tiny hands grab their fingers*

Kar’niss: *slowly shifts from trying to get away, to holding onto them out of fear, to then relaxing against the edge of the cup and purring enough to make the water ripple*

Tav: *lifts him out wrapping him in a small hand towel* there, such a pretty spider. *sets him down on a napkin with a small spread of food portioned for a tiny drider*

Kar’niss: *looks up at them then at the food* … *reaches his legs out and grabs a grape pulling it in close and hugging it to himself as he hisses at them*

Tav: it’s okay it’s all yours. I won’t take it from you.

Gale: if he stays this size I’ll need to find a toy maker that sells doll house dinner sets.

[genmaichafan]

…..ok I’m really embarrassed to be asking this so soon after you answered my other request, but if you have the free time, would you be willing to write head-canons about Spider Donna??

I am so sorry but that woman has been living rent-free in my head for hours now-

If you could write about how the FEM! Reader and Spider Donna meant, as well as your general relationship head-canons of them, that would be great.

Thank you!!

I will gladly write you some headcanons. So no need to be embarrassed!!

I will say this is a drider( drow spider) au (dnd/bg3 au) because i think your referencing that other person (sorry i forgot their username) Greek au and i know nothing about Greek mythology anymore. Write what you know and what not.

Driders are formerly drowned that had once offended their god Lolth or failing the test of lolth. According to google. So with that i take off.

Donna chitters when she laughs.

Donna still has her dolls in this au and its the websacs full of peoples body.

People who end up in the sacs are people who end up trying to kill her or just unsavoury in general.

As an act of forgiveness she talks to the sacs she treats them previously alive person like her friend.

You have tea parties with her because it’s something overworlders do occasionally.

Despite the fact that an eilistraee followers swaying her away from lolth and earning the ire of lolth herself she doesnt blame them and wishes she would be on the surface like they explained.

You tell her about your past adventures in the overworld and it makes her very happy to live through you.

She has friends other than you and it’s “Angie” and Angie is a network/collective of smaller spiders.

Sometimes she gives messages to Angie to pass to you through the network. You always stock speak with animals because of this and pass messages back. You both do so tastefully. And still manage to get a “live Angie reaction”

Her mouth can open into four sections and unhinge but mostly uses it like a human because it scares the good people away. You dont mind though, you think it’s cool.

She has always lived in the under dark as she was born a drow. And since becoming her lover so do you. And while you like to think you protect donna she also protects you.

You protect her from people and she protects you from the hostile environment of the under dark.

You two are very devoted to each other.

Donna is mostly there but sometimes she loses herself. Youre always there to bring her back to sanity.

The first time you two met was when she was being bullied by followers of lolth. You gave em a good ass kicking. (This is fresh after becoming disgraced and becoming a drider. She was still scared of further angering lolth and didn’t fight back.)

You often compliment her, making her shy each time. She often didnt think she was worthy of praise anymore.

She tries to make you things from spider silk or under dark materials or from things she collects from the dead adventurers.

There’s is a rare occasion where you leave for an adventure. But when you do you always bring her a souvenir that reminds her of the moon or sun because those are the things that interested her the most about the surface.

You want to bring her to the surface but she knows its safer for her in the under dark because her skin is not only sensitive to the sun but there’s probably no appearance for drider up on the surface. But you still wanna try.

Ever since the attacks on her have been increasing you haven’t left her side for more than supplies.

You vow to stop whatever has got people on her trail.

Donna doesnt get jealous in a possessive way is this au she isolates instead of getting possessive.

And she can tell that you’re very popular on the surface and often feels like she’s keeping you here in the underdark.

You remind her that the only place you wanna be is by her side.

[yanphobia]

Cleithrophobia - Chapter 9

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader’s interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn’t really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 8  Index  Chapter 10

Author’s Note: Happy New Year, everyone! Hopefully whatever you experience this year will be better than whatever tf is happening here

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

The next hour was a blur. Between the crying, the confusion, and the rushing around, it was hard to keep track of everything that was going on. You allowed Laura to drag you like a doll into the bathroom to patch up your wounds while you mentally checked out. She and Stan had been loudly shouting orders at each other while demanding answers from you, which you were unable to give. At some point, they decided that attending to your abused neck first was the best course of action. 

So here you sat, some indeterminable amount of time later, wrapped in gauze and wearing an old button-down flannel. They had sat you down on the couch, given you some pain killers, and forced you to drink some water before leaving to speak quietly with each other in the kitchen. When they returned, they sat across from you and stared at you expectantly. 

“[Y/N].” Stan said, with the calm authority of a father. “You have to tell us what happened.” 

“It was... a... coyote...” 

“[Y/N].” This time it was Laura, speaking with a seriousness that you’d never seen before. “Who did this to you?” 

You stared at her in disbelief. How did she know...? 

“I saw those marks,” she explained as though she’d read your mind. “Those were some nasty looking bites, yes, but... they weren’t all bites.” 

It was true. You had seen the purple, golf ball-sized hickies that Mars had given you in the bathroom mirror. Even now, you didn’t want to admit to yourself what he had done. What he could’ve done. 

“...You’re right,” you confessed in voice so soft that you weren’t sure if they heard it. Laura reached forward and gently took your hand. 

“Please, who was it?” 

“I... I don’t know who he is... or where he came from... I... don’t even know what he is...” 

And so, without any more desire to keep them from the truth, you told them the entire story. The way you met, the agreement you came to, the friendship that you had made, the way it ended... everything that had led you to this very moment. They were quiet the entire time, listening with rapt attention, and remained quiet for long after you had finished. 

“I know how crazy I must sound.” you rushed to defend yourself, “But I swear that it’s the truth!” 

“I know that you’re not lying,” Stan tried to reassure you. You could tell that he didn’t believe you but was also unable to explain away the visible evidence. “I... I’ll tell you what. Let me give you my revolver-” 

“The revolver!” The chaos of the night had caused you to completely forget about it. You had brought it with you for protection, but your meeting with Mars had gone to hell so quickly that you were too frightened to think straight. You rushed to your jacket, still crumpled on the bathroom floor. 

“Here, let me give it back, it’s-” 

Nowhere. It was nowhere to be seen. In the midst of your fleeing, you must’ve dropped it. 

“It’s gone!” 

Your brain raced to find a solution, ignoring the way Laura and Stan were trying to calm you down. 

“In... in the cabin! There’s an old shotgun, under the bed...!” You immediately headed out the door to your cabin. If you could get in there, grab it, and get home quickly and quietly... Then the three of you could wait out the night. And if Mars tried to attack, you would at least have some means of protection. You shushed the couple rudely when they followed you outside. 

“Please,” you whispered, opening the door to your cabin, “be quiet. It’s not safe here. Let me get the gun, then we’ll hide in the basement. Then tomorrow, we-” 

You just saw red. Red, and black, and white. Large chunks of meat, and strewn innards, and splintered bones, and clumps of Shadow’s fur littered your cabin, while his blood was splattered across the walls and dripped down your demolished furniture. Laura did not hold back her scream. 

You couldn’t react now. You’ll mourn him later. In this moment, you had to keep your friends safe. You forced yourself to walk through the carnage, to allow Shadow’s blood to soak through the fabric of your pants as you got down on your knees and pulled the shotgun out from under your ruined bed. Then you bolted, grabbing Laura by the arm and pulling her towards the house, yelling at Stan to follow you. 

Slamming the front door shut, you dead bolted it immediately. What to do now... call for help! Why... why didn’t I do that first? Why am I making such bad decisions?! 

“The police!” You cried, running towards the phone in the kitchen. The connection out here was not always the most reliable, so they kept their landline for emergencies. You quickly dialed 911 and explained to the local sheriff’s office that a wild bear was actively attacking the farm and you needed everyone on duty to come by once. When you returned to the living room, you found a very shaken Laura staring at you in horror. 

“He’s gone,” she gasped out. “Stan... he... he was right behind us, but now he’s gone...” 

The blood drained from your face. How was that even possible? You heard him, he was right behind you... how was it that Mars, loud, brash, abrasive Mars, was so good at being silent?! 

And then it hit you. The dead rabbits, the missing chickens... he’s done this before. He was trying to lure you out again. But this time, the stakes were so much higher.  

“He wants to see me... he wants to speak with me...” you muttered to yourself as you walked into Laura and Stan’s bedroom. You knew that he always kept a bottle of whiskey in his nightstand. Helping yourself to a hefty swig of it, you heard Laura follow you. 

“You’re not actually going out there, are you?!” 

“I have to. If I don’t...” No. You would not allow Stan to die because of your cowardice. And you didn’t want to risk enticing Mars’ wrath by making him wait any longer. If you could stall him, just until the police got here, then you may be able to buy enough time before they took him down. You turned to leave.  

“Wait!” Laura called out as she followed you to the front door. “I’m going with you!” 

She stopped you before you could refuse her. “[Y/N], you listen to me. If you think for a minute that I’ll send you out there alone to die, then you clearly don’t know me as well as I thought you did. For everything that monster has done to you, to me, to my husband! I’ll... I’ll do it myself! Give me that gun, girl, because I know how to properly use it!” 

You could see the determination in her eyes. There was no more time to argue with her, and besides, you’d rather have her in your sights than alone at the house. What if Mars was trying to separate all three of you? You sighed. 

“Alright but hold on to me and only shoot when I give the signal. The last time he did this it was because he wanted to... to talk.” To make a deal, actually. You didn’t like the thought of having to bargain for Stan’s life, and you certainly didn’t want to think about what Mars would demand of you, but you also didn’t have any other choice. He was the one in control of this situation, and you were the one caught in his snare. 

The two of you were dead silent as you approached your ill-fated meeting point. 

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Once you do finish up DOW, do you have any plans for fics to write afterwards, if any? Also would they be in the HDG setting please say yes I need more of your writing in this setting please

I've been thinking about doing a drider ovipositon fic with doll play. It may or may not end up HDG, but it will have a lot of hypnosis and drugging regardless. Regardless, either would be after a break. We've been writing or workshopping a good chunk of out time for about seven months now. Wanna take a few off and focus on Runescape again for a bit.