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[undead-merman]

Sees new Obey Me game being developed.

Sighs and grabs my Beelzebub foam finger.

[undead-merman]

*Clears throat*

What about a yandere drider playing on their predator/prey kink with their darling?

Bites, chews, and swipes at anyone who tries to take away my treat. Driders my Beloved. (I know they don't have genitals but in my delusional world they do, they are just sterile)

Also me: this is going to be a short request so i can get back into tumblr writing- almost 3k words later

TW: contains gross content such as: (feeding reader pre-chewed food, drider licking reader's sweat), kidnapping, delusional love, blood, death, non-con, edging, pred/prey, mentions of impregnation via eggs.

Yandere Drider with GN-Reader Pred/Prey Kink NSFW

Oh, they relish feeling your weight on their web. How perfectly you bounce, the most satisfying of jiggling. He could feel it under his legs for days and never grow tired of it. The constant reminder of your presence was an intoxicating comfort. Like an alcoholic's first sip in the morning.

He smiled when he felt how much you were squirming today. his hands cupped your cheeks as he squished them and cooed. "You seem so excited this morning, my beloved moth." He loved how soft your cheeks were. How they smushed your face and made you somehow a million times cuter. "Are you excited about your bath? Is it because I found that nice floral soap? I know, what a lucky find. Flies usually never hold such treasures... not that I mind your natural scent." His teeth nipped along your neck, never grabbing flesh but excited chittering along it.

You freeze. You never take your chances, flinching or fighting against him when he's this close. You've learned over your time trapped here, so long as you don't fight against him too much, he's unwilling to hurt you. He even goes as far as to pamper you as much as an abomination of a Drow can. Though, you hate those humiliating feeding sessions of force-feeding. You dare not think about the horrid things that he spat down into your mouth and now churn in your stomach.

He washes you every other day. His webs puppet you like a marionette each time. Keeping your arms up and having you move at his measure with the simple movement of his legs. You shutter as you remember the ice-cold water drips down your body and his face is pressed against your inner thigh and looking up at you with such reverence. His many eyes watching the water cascade down your body. How his warm tongue would lap some up and his mouth would chitter and softly whine.

Lately he's been wrapping you up less. The last... bathing session... you noticed you could have slipped out. Yet you didn't. No. You had to buy your time. Wait for a perfect moment. Maybe then you could see your friends and family again.

Your captor had finished his appreciation and fully plucked you from his web, hiking you over his shoulder and rubbing the back of your thighs. You got front row seats to watch his spider lower half crawl gracefully out of his nest and through the lightly illuminated cave.

There, in the gemstone lit cave, was a softly glowing lake. It is pure blue, even more so than the sky at noon. He sets you down gently as he gently kisses your wrists and braids a web around them both before hanging you up.

"Oh, my beloved moth. You look ethereal. Your beauty simply soils me so." He says that with a hushed voice as the silk robes he forced me in opens in the front. The web falls open. Framing my vulnerable body in the knit strands that now glow in the cyan light of the water and crystals. "I'm so happy I can hold you in my arms. That I'm the only one who sees you like this." his hands go from your hips and up and sliding so they are just under your chest before rubbing circles just under your nipples.

You shutter as his freezing fingers graze over your flesh. His teeth clack as he lets go and slowly starts cupping water with his hands to pour the ice cold liquid down your front. You jolt at the feeling, curling up as much as you could.

The drider presses his face to your stomach. Rubbing it against your twitching flesh. "I'm sorry it's so freezing, my beloved Moth. The colder months have arrived." Had you really been here that long? It was early summer when you were swept away by this beast. "I'll figure out something to make sure you're more comfortable. I wish to spoil you, just as much as you spoil me." He was grinning ear to ear as he said that. Pointed jagged teeth on display, making it feel more like a threat than he probably meant, but it terrified you regardless.

"Let us lather you up, I can't wait to scent you. To have your natural smell mix with lavender? It will simply be Divine." He turns to that makeshift cabinet of a web to fish out the goods he's pulled off of corpses. Now is your chance.

You, with all your saved up energy, yank yourself free from the few strands and start running before you even hit the ground. Your feet catch jagged stones and pain shoots all the way up your spine to the back of your head. Yet you keep running. You hear his shrill voice fading, "Beloved?!"

He's faster than you. But with a head start, you hope you can get to the outside where you can shake him off in the sunlight. Your heart is pounding in your ears. Tears are clouding your vision as those odd crystals provide just enough for you to know when to turn or leap.

"Oh darling moth, I didn't know you wanted to have some fun!" your heart all but stopped. Pupils shrink as they dart over to the drider who is keeping pace right next to you with a delighted expression. "You really want to take this to the next step, do you? Okay!" his face was flushing and both sets pedipalps rubbing together.

His oral Pedipalps jittered and spread just as wide, making his maw look more like an open wound with maggots instead of teeth. His eight eyes wide open. He was drooling. "I'll find you just like you want." His voice too husky and wanting for your liking.

Then he stops. You know not to look over your shoulder. It is a death sentence... but you can't help yourself. As you round the corner, he's still, simply waving at you with that too big a grin.

You don't stop. You press on harder, feet bleeding and sweat dripping down your spine. Throwing off that damn silk robe, you stumble a little just to right yourself and keep sprinting. You don't care if you are nude. Anything with a scent is too dangerous.

You clench your eyes and run as fast as your legs can carry you. Your legs burn, your feet throb. But then you are no longer stepping on stones, they are blades of soft grass. You open your eyes but don't find the beauty of the day. Instead, you look to find billowing clouds roaring with thunder and flashing purple lighting. It begins to split and spill rain down. There is no time to pause. You run into the dreary forest as fast as you can praying to any of the gods to heed your plea and save you.

Bloody feet slide as a newly formed puddle catches you. Arms flail as you slip down the hill and collide with a mess of roots, bushes, and thorns. You grunt and try to crawl out but realize you can use it to your advantage. Instead of going back up the hill, you crawl through the brush and find the deepest pit of thicket and nestled into the side of an old oak.

"Darling! I can smell your sweet sweat. Are you as excited as I am? To think you'd be ready for a mating hunt already! Oh my love! My darling Moth! I'll savor this as long as I live!" His tone was wavering. Overly excited to the point even his voice cracked at parts. You keep your breath low and even. He continued to ramble. You hear his voice closer now. "Oh my Moth, my Wisp. I could smell you across the Continent. I will track you down to the ends of the earth. I cannot wait to finally snatch you. Mate with you." Now you can hear his heavy breath. He's too close now.

A pointed spider leg pierces the dirt in front of you. Snapping bramble. Your gaze darts up as you see his huge thorax bypassing you.

"Darling!" you jolt as you feel the thicket snap more and the sound of a tree limb breaking. A Kobold who dropped out of a tree, clutching their bow and looking terrified, right where you slipped in. This thing... was hunting you as well, but you were too busy dealing with that obsessed drider that you didn't even seem them.

"You aren't my Beloved..." It was the first time you heard such a dismissive tone from the creature. But, you could use this to your advantage. He was too close, if he moved the wrong way, he was bound to step right on you. You get back on your belly and crawl. You ignore the nasty feeling of dirt and barbs as you pulled yourself along as slowly as possible.

The kobold babbled in fear. You didn't stop to look, but you felt the mess of weeds move. "You are ruining our first hunt. Stupid little thing!" you wince at a scuffle that most likely ended up with the kobold being grabbed, since you could hear their tiny screech suddenly being silenced

the rain was too heavy for you to hear what was happening to them, but you were far too busy saving your own skin. You weren't sure what dripped down your face, if it was sweat, the rain, or blood from a cut, but your eye fluttered shut and stayed shut.

You could see a foxhole. The entrance big enough to squeeze in. Your heart beats louder in excitement as you narrow in on it. Fingers sink deeper in the wet muck as you pull yourself closer. Pulling yourself under a tree root to the wide open foxhole, you push yourself inside only to feel hot droplets on your back and a heavy presence above you. "Very close my sly fox. I've found you."

You try to dart inside, but he already has you by the hips as he pulled you up against his chest. "My beautiful Moth. I have you in my arms once again. Every time feels just as blissful as the first!" he rubs his cheek against your muddy one. Not caring if the mud and ichor rubbed off on him.

His pedipalps held your hips as his left held your chest. He was groping as his right snaked over your stomach. "You did so well. I almost didn't catch you." His complex manibles brush over your ear and allowed him to nibble the shell of your ear. "But you wanted me to find you. Making all that noise. Sweating so much. You even left a blood trail... I understand why you did it, but i did not want you to hurt yourself for me... I would have found you no matter the weather."

Delusinal! This was absolute maddness! You didn't want any of this! He was making up some mad love story in his head and you voice your displeasure with a yell and violent squirming. But he held just as tight.

"Still playing? Naughty Bee, I have already caught you." He was oozing confidence as he felt up your entire body. "How sweet you want to keep this to carry on. But I cannot keep waiting. You have excited me too much."

Boney and spindly fingers found your genitals and began to play you like a lute. You gasp loudly in both horror and pleasure. "My Moth." He whispered it over and over with such affection you were getting dizzy from it all. Half his eyes were closed as the same half of his face nuzzled against yours. his tongue slowly licking straay droplets of sweat as he stroked and almosted abused your sex with tender unrelenting friction.

Your inner thighs tremble as you try to get away but he's far to perisistant. Then a the finer legs on his body moved, one staying to support you while the other tenderly brushed against your hole as he shifted his body. despite the overwhleming feelings you look down at your lower half his archind half was bent foward so what would be a spinnertte was underneath... but that wasn't the case. A spine was over a slit and that slit was pushing out a large oddly shaped organ it was the same dimentions as a damned horse leg. It was throbbing, purplish fluid flowed freely out of its tip.

it moved like a tail, pressing its head against your opening and fortting against it. that fluid dripped down your thigh as his body continued to torment you. "Worry not. I'll work you open nice and wide for me. I will make this the most pleasurable coupling you will ever have." that pedipalp rubbing against your entrance then began pushing inside, slow and shallow. It was maddening! you swear there was sprites flashing around and watching as your vision started blurring.

Torture. Perverse and excruciating brutatity in the most addicting way. You watched as the limb fucked you and his hand teased you so you could not cum but edged you. He was moaning in your ear as he contined his assult. "You are so warm my Moth!" He was drooling over your shoulder, shuttering as the limb pushed in and out. "So perfect in everyway. My eggs would be so safe inside your guts. Would you keep them as warm as I am right now my sweet?"

you didn't have the willpower or engery to answer. You no longer thought of escaping. No. You needed to cum. your toes curl as he pushes the limb in as deep as it would go. that fluid from his horselike cock left penitration easy and the stretch burned so wonderfuly good. you are moan just as loud as he is, but you do not even hear it.

A long whine wheezes from your lungs as it pulls out of you hole. They left behind sticky strings that plucked away like wilting flowers and drip on the ground. He manourvers you so you can both get a look at your gaping hole. He's leaving over you while holding you close to his chest and that spind on his rounded abdomen throbs. "Look how inviting it is. Like a honey trap... Not that long ago you were crawling on your belly like a slinking cat... Now look. Look at what my love has done for you."

Someway, somhow, that pulsating monster of a cock looked so tantlizing. You were shaking so much even your asscheeks Yere jiggling. This of course was caught by the cursed drow. "I know. I am excited too. Relax Cricket. My cock will be home soon."

He straightened up and his abdomen curled just a bit more as that organ pressed against your most vunrable area. With sudden agression you felt it instantly filling your insides. Full!! far too full!! he was so deep it felt like you were going to vomit. Perhaps even vomit up his cock is it were possible! it felt like it was in your throat as he settled and purred.

Looking up? you didn't even realize your head flew back. You slowly glance down to find your stomach bulging to a concerning degree. You could almost see its shape pushing against your stomach that even your belly button looked ready to pop out. That spine was clamping on your pelvis, right on your pubes. It refused to let you move even an inch. The drider behind you was a mess of sweat, deep erubescence, and drool. All his eyes were closed and his jaw hanging open in ectasy.

He rocked. Deeper that cock went, impossibly deep. His grinding was desprate, his moans were needy and pornographic as a set of legs lifted up and his cock throbbed inside you. "I'm home. Right where I belong." He could hardly get his voice out. "You are so tight! I could live inside you my Moth! I need to lay, right this second. I cannot live in a world that does not have my eggs inside you."

The rocking was intense enough that your head felt ready to fly off but one hand grabbed your chin as he peppered kisses all down your face. He finally brings your orgasam crashing down when he cums as well. All the blood rushes to your head and all you see is white. You felt like your having a sezuire but are grounded by the fact somthing warm is filling your gut. Warm and liquid. You felt like a stretched out waterskin.

He was muttering declarations of worship, but you were too lightheaded to think as you start at the rain dripping down on your hot skin from the deep dark gray sky

Oh, they relished feeling your weight on their web. How perfectly you bounced, the most satisfying of jiggling. He could feel it under his legs for days and never tire of it. The constant reminder of your presence was an intoxicating comfort. Like an alcoholic's first sip in the morning.

He smiled when he felt how much you were squirming today. His hands cupped your cheeks as he squished them and cooed. "You seem so excited this morning, my beloved moth." He loved how soft your cheeks were. How they smushed your face and made you somehow a million times cuter. "Are you excited about your bath? Is it because I found that nice floral soap? I know, what a lucky find. Flies usually never hold such treasures... Not that I mind your natural scent." His teeth nipped along your neck, never grabbing flesh but excited chittering along it.

You freeze. You never take your chances, flinching or fighting against him when he was that close. You have learned over your time trapped here, so long as you did not fight against him too much, He was unwilling to hurt you. He even went as far as to pamper you as much as an abomination of a Drow could. Though, you hated those humiliating feeding sessions of force-feeding. You dare not think about the horrid things that he spat down into your mouth and now churn in your stomach.

He washed you every other day. His webs puppet you like a marionette each time. Keeping your arms up and having you move at his measure with the simple movement of his legs. You shutter as you remember the ice-cold water drips down your body and his face is pressed against your inner thigh and looking up at you with such reverence. His many eyes watching the water cascade down your body. How his warm tongue would lap some up and his mouth would chitter and softly whine.

Lately he had been wrapping you up less. The last... bathing session... You noticed you could have slipped out. Yet you held off. You had to buy your time. Wait for a perfect moment. Maybe then you could see your friends and family again.

Your captor had finished his appreciation and fully plucked you from his web, hiking you over his shoulder and rubbing the back of your thighs. You got front row seats to watch his spider lower half crawl gracefully out of his nest and through the lightly illuminated cave.

There, in the gemstone lit cave, was a softly glowing lake. It is pure blue, even more so than the sky at noon. He sets you down gently as he gently kisses your wrists and braids a web around them both before hanging me up.

"Oh, my beloved Moth. You look ethereal. Your beauty simply soils me so." He said that with a hushed voice as the silk robes he forced you in, opened in the front. The web fell garment fell. Framing your vulnerable body, the knit strands then glowed in the cyan light of water and crystals. "I am so happy I can hold you in my arms. That I am the only one who sees you like this." his hands go from your hips and up and sliding so they are just under your chest before rubbing circles just under your nipples.

You shutter as his freezing fingers graze over your flesh. His teeth clack as he lets go and slowly starts cupping water with his hands to pour the ice cold liquid down your front. You jolt at the feeling, curling up as much as you could.

The Drider presses his face to your stomach. Rubbing it against your twitching flesh. "I am sorry it is so freezing, my beloved Moth. The colder months have arrived." Had you really been here that long? It was early summer when you were swept away by this beast. "I will figure out something to make sure you are comfortable. I wish to spoil you, just as much as you spoil me." He was grinning ear to ear as he said that. Pointed jagged teeth on display, making it feel more like a threat than he probably meant, but it terrified you regardless.

"Let us lather you up, I cannot wait to scent you. To have your natural smell mix with lavender? It will simply be Divine." He turns to that makeshift cabinet of a web to fish out the goods he had pulled off of corpses. Now is your chance.

You, with all your saved up energy, yank yourself free from the few strands and start running before you even hit the ground. Your feet catch jagged stones and pain shoots all the way up your spine to the back of your head. Yet you keep running. You hear his shrill voice fading, "Beloved?!"

He is faster than you. But with a head start, you hope you can get to the outside where you can shake him off in the sunlight. Your heart is pounding in your ears. Tears are clouding your vision as those odd crystals provide just enough for you to know when to turn or leap.

"Oh darling moth, I did not know you wanted to have some fun!" your heart all but stopped. Pupils shrink as they dart over to the Drider who is keeping pace right next to you with a delighted expression. "You really want to take this to the next step, do you? Okay!" his face was flushing and both sets pedipalps rubbing together.

His oral Pedipalps jittered and spread just as wide, making his maw look more like an open wound with maggots instead of teeth. His eight eyes wide open. He was drooling. "I will find you just like you want." His voice too husky and wanting for your liking.

Then he stops. You know not to look over your shoulder. It is a death sentence... but you could not help yourself. As you rounded the corner, he was still, simply waving at you with that too big a grin.

There was no stopping. Not now. You pressed on harder, feet bleeding and sweat dripping down your spine. Throwing off that damn silk robe, you stumble a little just to right yourself and keep sprinting. You did not care if you were nude. Anything with a scent is too dangerous.

You clenched your eyes and run as fast as your legs can carry you. Your legs burned, your feet throb. But then you are no longer stepping on stones, they are blades of soft grass. There was no beauty of the day waiting. Overhead, clouds billowed and churned roaring with thunder and flashing purple veins of lighting. It began to split and spill. Rain hammered down. There is no time to pause. You ran into the dreary forest as fast as you could, praying to any of the gods to heed your plea and save you.

Bloody feet slid as a newly formed puddle caught you. Arms flailed as you slipped down the hill and collided with a mess of roots, bushes, and thorns. You grunted and tried to crawl out but realized you could use it to your advantage. Instead of going back up the hill, you crawled through the brush and find the deepest pit of thicket and nestled into the side of an old oak.

"Darling! I can smell your sweet sweat. Are you as excited as I am? To think you would be ready for a mating hunt already! Oh my love! My darling Moth! I will savor this as long as I live!" His tone was wavering. Overly excited to the point even his voice cracked at parts. You keep your breath low and even. He continued to ramble. You heard his voice closer now. "Oh my Moth, my Wisp. I could smell you across the Continent. I will track you down to the ends of the earth. I cannot wait to finally snatch you. Mate with you." Now you can hear his heavy breath. He was too close now.

A pointed spider leg pierced the dirt in front of you. Snapping bramble. Your gaze darted up as you saw his huge thorax and abdomen bypassing you.

"Darling!" you jolted as the thicket snapped again, followed by the sharp crack of a breaking tree limb. A Kobold had dropped out of a tree, clutching their bow and looking terrified, right where you had slipped in. This thing had been hunting you as well, but you were too busy dealing with that obsessed Drider to even notice. Your heart sank.

"You aren't my Beloved..." It was the first time you heard such a dismissive tone from the creature. But, you could use this to your advantage. He was too close, if he moved the wrong way, he was bound to step right on you. You get back on your belly and crawl. You ignore the nasty feeling of dirt and barbs as you pulled yourself along as slowly as possible.

The kobold babbled in fear. You did not stop to look, but you felt the mess of weeds move. "You are ruining our first hunt. Stupid little thing!" you wince at a scuffle that most likely ended up with the kobold being grabbed, since you could hear their tiny screech suddenly being silenced

The rain hammered down, too heavy for you to hear what was happening to them. You were far too busy saving your own skin. Something trickled down your face. You were unsure if it was sweat, the rain, or blood from a cut, but your eye fluttered shut and stayed shut.

You could see a foxhole. The entrance big enough to squeeze in. Your heart beat louder in excitement as you narrowed in on it. Fingers sunk deeper in the wet muck as you pulled yourself closer. Lugging yourself under a tree root to the wide open foxhole, you pushed yourself inside only to feel hot droplets on your back and a heavy presence above you. "Very close my sly fox. I have found you."

You tried to dart inside, but he already had you by the hips as he pulled you up against his chest. "My beautiful Moth. I have you in my arms once again. Every time feels just as blissful as the first!" he rubbed his cheek against your muddy one. Not caring if the mud and ichor rubbed off on him.

His pedipalps held your hips as his left held your chest. He was groping as his right one snaked over your stomach. "You did so well. I almost did not catch you." His complex mandibles brushed over your ear and allowed him to nibble the shell of your ear. "But you wanted me to find you. Making all that noise. Sweating so much. You even left a blood trail... I understand why you did it, but I did not want you to hurt yourself for me... I would have found you no matter the weather."

Delusional! Absolute madness! You did not want any of this! He was spinning some mad love story in his head. You yelled out your displeasure with violent squirming, yet he held just as tight.

"Still playing? Naughty Bee, I have already caught you." He was oozing confidence as he felt up your entire body. "How sweet you want to keep this to carry on. But I cannot keep waiting. You have excited me too much."

Boney and spindly fingers found your genitals and began to play you like a lute. You gasped loudly in both horror and pleasure. "My Moth." He whispered it over and over with such affection you were getting dizzy from it all. Half his eyes were closed as the same half of his face nuzzled against yours. His tongue slowly licking stray droplets of sweat as he stroked and abused your sex with tender unrelenting friction.

Your inner thighs trembled as you try to get away. He was far too persistent. Then the finer legs on his body moved, one staying to support you while the other tenderly brushed against your hole as he shifted his body. Despite the overwhelming feelings you look down at your lower half, his arachnid half was bent forward so what would be a spinnerette was underneath... but that was not the case. A spine was over a slit and that slit was pushing out a large oddly shaped organ. The same dimensions as a damned horse leg. It was throbbing, purplish fluid flowed freely out of its tip.

It moved like a tail, pressing its head against your opening and frotting against it. That fluid dripped down your thigh as his body continued to torment you. "Worry not. I will work you open nice and wide for me. I will make this the most pleasurable coupling you will ever have." that pedipalp rubbing against your entrance, then began pushing inside. Slow and shallow and at first. It was maddening! You swore those sparks were sprites flashing around and watching as your vision started blurring.

Torture. Perverse and excruciating brutality in the most addicting way. You watched as the limb fucked you and his hand teased you so you could not cum but edged you. He was moaning in your ear as he continued his assault. "You are so warm my Moth!" He was drooling over your shoulder, shuttering as the limb pushed in and out. "So perfect in everyway. My eggs would be so safe inside your guts. Would you keep them as warm as I am right now my sweet?"

You did not have the willpower or energy to answer. You no longer thought of escaping. No. You needed to cum. Your toes curled as he pushed the limb in as deep as it would go. That fluid from his horselike cock left penetration easy and the stretch burned so wonderfully good. Moaning? Was that you? It was just as loud as he was.

A long whine wheezed from your lungs as it pulls his pedipalp of your hole. They left behind sticky strings that plucked away like wilting flowers and drip on the ground. He maneuvers you so you can both get a look at your gaping hole. He was leaving over you while holding you close to his chest and that spine on his rounded abdomen twitches. "Look how inviting it is. Like a honey trap... Not that long ago you were crawling on your belly like a slinking cat... Now look. Look at what my love has done for you."

Someway, somehow, that pulsating monster of a cock looked so tantalizing. You were shaking so much, even your asscheeks were jiggling. This of course was caught by the cursed Drow. "I know. I am excited too. Relax Cricket. My cock will be home soon."

He straightened up and his abdomen curled just a bit more as that organ pressed against your most vulnerable area. With sudden aggression you felt it instantly filling your insides. Full!! Far too full!! He was so deep it felt like you were going to vomit. Perhaps even vomit up his cock is it were possible! It felt like it was in your throat as he settled and purred.

Looking up? You had not even realized your head had flown back. It was only when your eyes drifted down that your horror set in. Your stomach bulged unnaturally, skin stretched tight over his cock inside. So much so that even your belly button looked ready to pop out. That spine at the very end of his arachnid body was clamping on your pelvis, right on your pubes. It refused to let you move even an inch. The Drider behind you was a mess of sweat, deep erubescence, and drool. All his eyes were closed and his jaw hanging open in ecstasy.

He rocked. Deeper that cock pushed, impossibly deep. His grinding was desperate, his moans were needy and pornographic as a set of legs lifted up. His cock throbbed inside you. "I am home. Right where I belong." He could hardly get his voice out. "You are so tight! I could live inside you my Moth! I need to lay, right this second. I cannot live in a world that does not have my eggs inside you."

The rocking was intense enough that your head felt ready to fly off, yet one hand grabbed your chin as he peppered kisses all down your face. He finally brought your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami when he cums as well. All the blood rushes to your head. You see white. It felt like you were having a seizure but grounded by the fact something warm is filling your gut. Warm and liquid. You felt like a stretched out waterskin, pushing its limits.

He was muttering declarations of worship, but you were far too lightheaded to think as you watched the rain dripping down on your hot skin.

[undead-merman]

I miss him dearly

[undead-merman]

I normally don't post stuff from my IRL besides walks, but... happy summerween. Made everything but the sugar cookies myself. Celebrating at a friend's place

[undead-merman]

Mini imp boyfriend who steals things for you as a gift and tribute. Including and not limited to, hairbrushes, candy, gold rings, those new exhibits in the museum, that creepy coworker or asshole boss and a ritualistic dagger to cut and drink his blood with.

Dating in the underworld is intense. An Imp that's able to grab a succulent human such as yourself? He's the luckiest demon in all the Nine Hells!

He treats you like he would any master. Many tributes for his lovely partner! That's how his kind shows affection. It might be a bit off-putting when you're getting ready to go on a date and he rolls up with a tormented soul ready for consuming. But he does it out of love!

He loves it when you accept his pointed tail pointed straight up and scratches around his horn as your nails massage his scalp through his hair. Though, he gets a bit discouraged when you tell him he can't accept his tributes. Humans are so hard to understand, but he'll make it work!

[undead-merman]

Kylar would be so fucking gross with a shrunken pc.

Finds you in the science room and his heart flies into his throat. At first he thinks you're not really some kind of hallucination or something. Maybe even you're a little doll someone else made. But when he sees you moving and trying to get his attention, he's by your side in a flash, gripping the table with shaking hands as his big old eyes peer down at you and drink in your tiny form.

He scoops you into his palms so gently and takes you home, scared some cat girl might eat you whole, or a dog boy chew you to pieces. Kylar slathers you with garlic and takes you home and cups you against his cheek before his horny brain takes over.

Pressing his cock against your stomach and seeing if he put it inside you. How deep would it go. Would you balloon up like in those hentais? Of course, he'd be too terrified to try it, but by the gods does he nearly cream his pants just thinking about it.

He cums all over you, soaking you in his jizz and watching it roll down your wee form. If it wasn't for the fact he's terrified of you hating him, you'd be banished to the cum jar.

He'd lick you clean too. Whenever something got on you, his large wet tongue would drag over your body. He'd whimper, tasting your sweat as his hand was trembling on his thigh.

Though he'd miss making love to you. That sex toy doppelgänger he made does the job, but it isn't you.

[undead-merman]

Mermen who present to fish to lone fishermen out on the waters when they are all by themselves as a courting ritual.

It's a hot summer day and the sun is beaming down on you in your tiny flat top boat. Your skin was heated to an uncomfortable degree and the only thing saving you was your years out in weather like this and the sweat dripping down our body. You adjusted your cap as the line hit the water and tried to squint away the brightness.

You look away from the glimmering water and see that you have a small ring of sweat around you on the plastic flooring. Your shirt was sticking to your skin. You can't imagine how you smell right now. As you stare at the patterns of perspiration, you hear a splash. Thinking it's a fish, your eyes dart back up and you ready your reel. Instead of a prize catch, you see a pair of dark eyes staring back at you.

It smiles at you, fins perking up as a matching tail waves behind. When hearing all about the tales of Mers and sirens you expected bright colors, bioluminescence, unnatural beauty as the folklore presented them to be. Instead, there was a masculine man with woody colored hair and dark pupil filled eyes. His tail and even skin was colored almost exactly like a Largemouth Bass, even down to the patterns.

It was making odd clicks and squeals that you could not understand, but it seemed excited based on its body language and that smile going from ear to ear. You kneel down and stare at eye level before fishing out your phone.

He dives. You curse yourself for being too slow when suddenly the surface tension breeches again and the biggest, fattest Walleye was flung onto the boat. You nearly lost your balance as the boat shook, your arms flail until the boat finally stabilizes. It squeals and its tail swishes more violently in the water, roaring up foam as it looks at you and points to the fish.

When you prod at the fish, it flaps its thick body as the Mer's noises get louder still until you pick up the fish with a grunt. The excited creature lashes the water to foam and throws itself on the boat before pulling you into a hug. You are crushed against his wet skin as you are forced to fit against the curves of its body. It's face nuzzles into your neck as you spread your body out to prevent the watercraft from capsizing.

[undead-merman]

Honestly, it was my pleasure. I'm glad to help you with your game and look forward to making more pieces for it. :]

Art of the Origins!

EVERYONE!! The beloved @undead-merman has finished the art of the Origins!

It's so utterly gorgeous, I love it to pieces! Close ups to see all the lovely details!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU OCTOBER, utterly amazing!!!!

[undead-merman]

No one said anything about lolisho art your pal was talking shit about people's artstyle which is really funny considering they've never produced any art of their own yet feel the need to talk down to others

oh dear god no, that's the first time an artstyle has been made fun of on the internet, dear jesus christ oh god who could do this-

[undead-merman]

AaUH OH

guess what game I got into?

[undead-merman]

IM NOT INTO FEET

Thank you, @letstalktea and @inkyquince , for making me play homicipher.

The art is absolutely fucking mouth watering, right up my fucking ally.

[undead-merman]

Thank you, @letstalktea and @inkyquince , for making me play homicipher.

The art is absolutely fucking mouth watering, right up my fucking ally.

[undead-merman]

Flash Commissions ;A;

Long story short, my job is a bitch, and I would love not to get kicked out, or some such.

SO!

For a limited time, I have 11 slots open, 1k max. Completed quickly, within a week, first ones get shorter return.

When those are done, I'll open up another couple of slots.

I'll be writing for: DoL, Love and Deepspace, BG3, RDR2, Far Cry, Fire Emblem. Any fandom I've mentioned before also count, like Pathologic, also works, but please double check.

Should be kept limited plotwise.

So, pls stick to my kofi when ordering, or if you wanna use paypal if you want to. If you're feeling nice and not interested in a comm, you can donate if you want to.

Thank you! Sorry about this again!

[undead-merman]

ll You are being hunted. You hear a gun firing from afar. ll

support me or find me elsewhere here

[undead-merman]

Finally got my desk, took 3 days to assemble with help writing on a metal folding chair as my back screams for mercy. I'm finally almost settled and I'm so fucking happy. I'm going to work my butt off this coming year.

Finally, in my new home but I just have a bed. Gotta wait for my desk, but I'm going to put it right in front of a window.

[undead-merman]

The desk is going to be a while, so writing on boxes will be... fun?

Finally, in my new home but I just have a bed. Gotta wait for my desk, but I'm going to put it right in front of a window.

[undead-merman]

Finally, in my new home but I just have a bed. Gotta wait for my desk, but I'm going to put it right in front of a window.