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#TW: SPIDERS
batwynn · 8 months
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I’m seeing a weird uptick in people commenting nasty stuff on people’s non-cat/dog pet stuff again and not so gentle reminder:
Your phobia or dislike of certain animals does not give you the right to harass and bully people who love and share them.
Use the blacklist tag like a normal human being, and leave people who love rats or snakes or bugs etc. the fuck alone.
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ninjahaku21art · 8 months
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The spider queen!
Tripitaka, no surprisingly, got captured! And the Pilgrims fell into the spider Queen's lair, but she makes them a deal to get their master back!
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otiksimr · 4 months
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Spiders your plant
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flowersandbigteeth · 5 months
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Meeting your drider general
A/N: It's the middle of October, so I wrote a spider story ^_^
There have been a lot of requests for NSFW drider content. I don't plan on doing any NSFW of my other drider character Vass (he is just too pure 😳), so this is a completely different story in a completely different universe, literally.
General Plot: You've been stolen from your home by a lich, who has declared himself King and assigned a handsome drider general to watch over you, his Queen.
Word Count: 7k
Drider (Ruvain) x fem reader
TW: arachnophobia! THERE ARE SPIDERS! (<- heavy spooky, spider content), a rather graphic death of a minor character, bondage, nsfw drider smut, some graphic violent talk, mention of self harm, yandere behaviors and talk
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“You must do it again,” the lich who called himself King hissed at you. 
You tried not to glare, tried not to imagine his slow, agonizing death. The amulet he’d fuzed with his body prevented you from harming him, though if you had a single second left in your life where that amulet was gone, you would use it to cut off his cock and feed it to him. You’d spend your last moments smiling as he bled out while he choked to death. 
Instead, you lifted the spoon to your lips and tipped the soup into your mouth. It was delicious, as all things were in this castle, but you only tasted ash. 
“Yes, that’s more like a Queen,” he cooed, brushing his hand over your hair. 
His cold fingers drifted further to your cheek, and you forced yourself not to jerk your body away. Since you’d been captured only a few days earlier, you asked yourself if it was worth waiting to seek revenge. You could end yourself and join the family King Camus had slaughtered to obtain you in the afterlife. 
Perhaps you were too much of a coward, but you liked to think that one day you would find a way out of this trap, and then you would take your revenge. 
Camus was the cruel ruler of the country of Ventirest, where you’d been born. 
You would have lived and died in the small town Cerulle, where your family lived as ranchers, if Camus hadn’t come riding through on a countryside tour. He just happened to see you leading a cow through the market and, in his words, “fell in love.” 
That was a lie. Camus didn’t love anything but himself. He wasn’t a popular king, but he had that amulet and an army of monsters to keep the mostly rural country in line. You all toiled to pay his high taxes, though you made very little. He’d sent a page to your father to inform him you’d been chosen as his Queen and that your future was secure. 
Perhaps your family would have thanked him for your good fortune if it were a different King, but your parents were only afraid. How long until he grew bored of you and snuffed you out? They tried to hide you, saying you’d run off, and they couldn’t find you. Camus sent his dogs to sniff you out, and when they found you, your family was punished for protecting you. They were all killed, everyone who carried your family name, and you were thrown in his carriage on your way to the Capital. 
So, for the past two mornings, you’d wondered to yourself if this was all a waste of time. You pretended to be obedient. You did as he said and let him touch you, though you feared the day that his advances would grow more intimate. He’d promised you that you were lucky that he found you so desirable but was willing to give you a few days to “acclimate” before he forced you into his bed. 
You shuddered at the thought of his cold body, which carried the stench of rotting corpses touching your warm skin. 
“Master! Master!” one of Camus’ servants yelled, running in with a pile of maps and books in his arms. 
“What is it?” Camus snapped. “I’m in the middle of an etiquette lesson with my Queen. What can be so important?” 
“Of course, I would only interrupt you if it were dire!” the servant said, throwing himself to his knees in a bow. “And it is dire!” 
Scrolls and books flew everywhere as he prostrated himself. 
“Well, get on with it. What’s the matter?” Camus barked. 
“There’s an uprising, Your Majesty,” he whimpered, afraid he’d be killed as the messenger. “The villages of the west, where you obtained your Queen, have sworn to overthrow you for stealing a child of the land! They mean to take her back to her home.” 
Camus snorted, but your heart skipped in your chest. The people of the land came together for you? To seek revenge on your behalf? Your eyes misted with tears. You knew the people of the land were good and just. Their loyalty to a mere farm girl touched you deeply. Inside, you also wept for them. Camus was an immortal lich. You knew of no way to kill him. Many of the people who rode for you would die. 
“I didn’t steal her! I am the Goddess's chosen ruler of this land! All women are mine,” he snarled. “I could take every farm girl in this country, and I would still not be wrong. Perhaps I will after I’ve rendered their heads from their necks!” 
“Of course, of course,” the servant said. “I am only repeating the reports. I would never-” 
“Ruvain!” Camus shouted to nowhere in particular, and from the vaulted ceiling, cloaked in shadows, a drider appeared, elegantly sliding down a length of silk. Despite and maybe because of his bulbous body and eight brown legs, he was incredibly handsome. His eyes shimmered a rich gold, and his hair matched, laying over his tan shoulder in a thick braid. 
“You called, Your Majesty?” the half man, half spider, asked, his voice smooth as the silk he’d arrived on. 
“I need to convene with my generals. Guard the Queen!” Camus snapped. 
The drider looked a little offended. 
“Am I not a general, Your Radiance? Have I been demoted?” he asked. 
Camus let out a wet laugh. 
“No, but you’re the ugliest of the bunch,” he chortled. “I can’t leave my new Queen with someone too pretty, lest she get the wrong idea. Your eyes alone would send any woman running.” 
You felt outraged, not only that he questioned your character, but that he’d called this beautiful creature ugly. 
The drider’s eight eyes met yours for a moment. They shined like gold coins, and you saw they held the same fire and hate. He, too, was putting on an act. 
He gave Camus a deep bow. 
“As you wish, Your Highness,” he said, and Camus ran out of the room, dragging the poor servant behind him. 
When you were alone, you took the measure of the drider. 
“I don’t suppose you’d agree to lose me accidentally, would you?” you asked. “I can just slip out of the window over there. I’ll give you a slap if you want to say I fought you.”  
He let out a chuckle that made your heart flutter. 
“It is wise to let the King have his way,” he said vaguely, though he circled you, looking more closely. 
“I don’t like that he called you ugly,” you said, looking deeper into his eight gold eyes. “The only ugly one here is him. He smells like rot. You can smell that, can’t you? Everyone pretends…Anyway, I think you’re very handsome, actually. I quite like your legs, if I’m to be honest. And your eyes are…arresting…uh, in a…ah good way.”
At that, the drider smiled, revealing large, pointy teeth that sent a quake to your stomach. 
“He bathes in perfume,” he commented evasively, rescuing you from your own awkwardness. 
“Well, it’s not working. The perfumer should be shot…or maybe that’s just how bad he smells,” you said. 
The drider looked amused. 
“He hasn’t yet conquered you? Has he?” he asked. 
“If I could stab him in the neck, I would,” you admitted, clutching the silver spoon you held. “Only it wouldn’t work, would it? He’s warded himself cleverly.” 
“You don’t fear retribution? Telling all this to his general?” he asked, touching a lock of your hair and examining it. 
“I don’t believe he’s conquered you, either,” you said. “I’d bet my life on it. You want out of here just as much as I do. What’s keeping you? You’re strong…and very stealthy, I might add. How long were you watching from the ceiling?” 
He tipped his head, interested in you. Everyone around Ruvain whimpered and cowered in front of Camus; you were very different. 
“Where is a monster like me to go?” he asked. “The village from where you came would never accept me. If I didn’t work for Camus, I would have to live in the forest, where some intrepid knight would come for my head on a quest, thinking I had a magic liver or some other such nonsense. I was stolen from a land far from here, and I’m unsure how to return..” 
“So you bide your time serving that asshole?” you asked. 
He looked thoughtful. 
“I thought having access to the royal library would produce some results,” he admitted. “Camus pulled me through a portal. I can’t take a ship back. For all I know, he’s taken me from another universe entirely. In fact, that’s how he obtains all of his ‘monsters.’ To answer your other question, I’ve been watching you since you arrived.”
“And in all this time, you’ve found nothing?” you asked. 
He frowned. 
“Camus has a secret workshop that I think holds the answers I seek,” he said, “but I can’t get access to it. It’s warded, and if I tried, Camus would know and order my death. I have to approach it very carefully.” 
“Slimy bastard,” you grumbled, and Ruvain gave you another of his silky chuckles.  
“It is very frustrating, but I wouldn’t say I’ve found nothing. I’ve certainly found something,” he said, his eyes flashing. 
“Well, is it useful?” you asked. 
His eight eyes blinked in an eerie cascade. 
“Only time will answer that question,” he said. 
“Care to share?” you said, and he gave you a wide smile. 
“We’ve only just met. I can’t reveal all of my secrets,” he said. 
You scrubbed your hair and growled your frustration. 
“Since I’ve come here, it’s been nothing but secrets,” you huffed. “I miss my ranch. I miss my family. He took the only good things in my life, and now…now I’m just a doll for him to dress.” 
“Know this (Y/N): you have my protection,” he said. 
You sighed. 
“You don’t have to make me promises like that, Ruvain,” you said. “I know you’re only looking after me for Camus. I don’t need your lies. I’m all too aware of the truth.” 
He tipped his head and gave you a curious look. 
“You will learn the truth of things soon,” he said ominously. 
You wanted to ask more, but Camus came in like a tornado, his face the picture of rage. 
“How could they?” he snarled. “They are nothing…ants, and they think they can capture me? I’ll destroy them…crush them under my boot.” 
His spooky eyes, milky white, turned in your direction. 
“I’ll have you tonight!” he said, which seemed to cheer him up a bit. 
He crossed the room and cupped your cheeks in his hands, meeting your gaze. 
“You’re thrilled, aren’t you, darling?” he asked. “You’ve been waiting for my body, haven’t you? Saving yourself for me? I won’t make you wait any longer, and I’ll fly your virgin blood as a flag for those vermin to see as they arrive. Before they die, they’ll know I’ve taken you and filled you with my seed.” 
He was too frantic, his eyes filled with madness, to notice your fear. You did not want him to touch you, and you weren’t a virgin. You trembled, wondering what he would do when he discovered that fact. It wouldn’t be your virgin blood on that sheet; it would come straight from your veins. 
He clapped his hands and grinned, his crooked, rotting teeth making bile rise in your throat. 
“I must prepare myself!” he beamed. “Our first night of passion and the counteroffensive must be timed perfectly!” 
His eyes flicked to the drider. 
“Take my Queen into the city, to the fashion district,” he said. “I want her to choose something just for me. A dress, lingerie, oils and perfumes!” 
You were surprised he didn’t want to dress you himself, but it seemed he wanted to feel that you adored him, proving so with whatever you chose. You wanted to be sick. 
“Don’t let me down, (Y/N),” he said, winking at you. 
You gave him a tight bow. 
“It will be as you wish, Your Highness,” you choked out, and he hurried out of the room. 
You gave Ruvain a serious look. 
“End me, Ruvain,” you said. “I’m too much of a coward to put a knife to my own skin. Do me this favor. I won’t let that…monster touch me! He’ll have fuck my cold corpse.” 
Ruvain shook his head. 
“There are so many reasons I won’t grant you your request, but the most important for you to know is that death will not end your misery. If you kill yourself, If I killed you…he would resurrect you…tie you to him for eternity,” he explained. “A far worse fate than a few minutes underneath him.” 
Your heart turned cold as ice, and you gasped. 
“No,” you murmured. “He can’t! I can’t…” 
“He will,” Ruvain insisted, lowering himself so you were eye to eye.”Camus has no real magic but we can get out of artifacts. He experiments with alchemy. Reanimating bodies, fusing what few relics he finds to living hosts…But I told you. I will protect you.” 
“How?” you gasped. “He holds all the cards.” 
“Well, the window wasn’t a good option, but now we have some time to play with,” he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “First, we need to get a message out to your kin. They will only get themselves murdered coming here when we’ve just escaped.” 
“Escaped?” you asked. “What do you mean? You just said you wouldn’t let me escape.”
He smiled down at you. 
“I told you I would protect you,” he said. “I’ve been working out a plan since I first saw you.” 
You blinked up at him.
“You-you have?” you asked. 
He gave you a grave look. 
“I’m no better than Camus,” he admitted. “I won’t return you to your countrymen, but I will protect you. In my web, you will always be safe. Do you…do you hate me?” 
Your mouth dropped open, and you slowly shook your head. Your cheeks were burning like hot irons. The handsome drider thought he would take you for his own? Fear and uncertainty flickered within you, but Ruvain didn’t smell like death, and making love to him would be no hardship, assuming driders and humans could make love. 
“Um..n-no,” you said. “I don’t hate you…” 
He smiled, showing a white, sharp fang.
“That’s enough for me,” he said. “Now to your message. I have many spies that can reach out to your countrymen, but they won’t believe a warning coming from me. You must record one on a recording crystal. You’ll tell them you’ve escaped and are fleeing, not to come for you.” 
He gave you another sobering glance. 
“Once you record this, however, there is no doubt it will eventually fall into Camus’s hands. I have many spies, but so does he. He will know you ran from him, and he will spare no expense to find and punish you,” he said. 
“Wait, wait!” you said, waving your hands. “What about you? You have a mission here. We can’t run away without whatever he has in his lab!” 
He smiled again. 
“Don’t worry your pretty head over that,” he said. “With a gorgeous companion, my time in this realm will be far more…pleasant. Returning to my homeland can wait.” 
You took a step forward, setting a hand on his fuzzy leg. 
“I don’t want to tear your dreams from you, Ruvain,” you said. “It’s not fair. My family is gone…they’re never coming back, but yours are waiting for you.” 
His face softened into an expression that was hard to imagine a powerful drider would have. 
“You’re still very young,” he assured you. “People assume dreams are static things, that they are losing something if they change. That’s not true at all. Dreams morph and blossom like flowers. You are stealing nothing from me and giving me so much more in return.” 
Again, your cheeks burned from his tenderness. If he had some nefarious plan for you, he was doing a damn good job breaking down your walls. 
He chuckled. 
“Camus is going to be very angry when he realizes you walked right out of the front door to escape him,” he said. “I kind of wish I’d be here to see it.” 
You gave Ruvain a shy nod, and he waved a hand for you to proceed. 
“After you, my Queen,” he said. 
The sun was sinking low in the sky when you climbed into the royal carriage. Ruvain walked alongside as it made its way slowly through the bustling city. The citizens were used to seeing Camus’s monsters running errands, and many of them had even made friends when they went to drink in the bars and visit the brothels. 
They were much more afraid of who might be inside the carriage. No one wanted to be in the King’s eyeline. It would only lead to ruin. Ruvain had given you a recording crystal, and in the privacy of the carriage, you’d made your message and returned it to him. 
You’d told those who would avenge you that you were escaping and going into hiding. You told them not to look for you for their own safety but that you would send a message later to assure them you were okay. 
You could not tell them to drop their uprising. Those who would stand up to their King did so for many more reasons than a single woman; you were only the last straw. A revolt was a long time coming, so you sent them the Goddess’s blessing and only asked them to be smart and safe. Do not fly into battle blinded by rage, you’d warned. The King is wiley and immortal. You must be quiet and clever if you mean to unseat him. 
Your heart pounded as you entered the fashion district. Ruvain insisted you needed to be seen shopping, or the King’s spies would realize you were running immediately. Ruvain worked best in darkness, so you would stay out until sunset. 
You went to shop after shop poking around. Not intending to wear any of it, you purchased the most expensive, obnoxious items you could, happy to be spending the King’s money frivolously. Your heart pounded in your chest as the sun set. It was time to put your plan into action. 
Ruvain took you to a spa to have you bathed, plucked, and oiled up like a dinner chicken. Only you didn’t do any of that. The moment you were checked in, you asked one of the ladies for the bathroom and slipped out of the back door. 
Ruvain was supposed to meet you in the alley on the other side, and the two of you would climb the rooftops out of the city. 
That’s not who greeted you when you opened the door. Yes, Ruvain was there, but he was surrounded by six of Camus’s monsters– three nagas and three minotaurs. Camus stood there, smugly tossing the crystal you’d sent in his hand. 
“Tsk. Tsk.” he said, peering at you in the torchlight. “I offered you everything, and you chose to betray me. You should know this spider is a devil. He would have eaten you once you left the city. However, I am kind, and you are just a naive farmgirl; I’ll give you a chance at redemption. Come to me.” 
He held his hand out to you. You growled at him. Now that your escape plan had been discovered, there was no reason to pretend. 
“I’d rather he eat me one limb at a time than fuck your zombie body!” you snapped, then spat at him. 
Ruvain gave you a glance filled with both worry for your mouthing off and also sudden determination. Camus’s face turned to one of pure rage. 
“You snivelling bitch! You’re nothing! I could have had you and then tossed you in a ditch, but I offered you the world! To be a Queen!” 
“You’re nothing but a filthy murderer who hides behind creatures with nowhere else to go!” you shouted. “Those who have come to challenge you do so with nothing but pitchforks and torches. They have more spine than you’ll ever have!” 
“You won’t speak to me that way!” he snarled, the nagas at his side slithering towards you and one grabbing you by each arm. 
“I’m going to let you watch while my monsters tear this traitor’s legs off one by one!” Camus promised, glaring at Ruvain. 
His face had lost the fear it held and was only a mask of indifference. 
“Perhaps,” he said, eyeing the minotaurs approaching him. “You are not the only one protected by magic. You know so little of the creatures you've detained." 
He murmured some words under his breath, and in the flickering firelight, a wave of darkness roiled around you. It looked like the earth itself was writhing, a shiny black, living oil…only it wasn’t liquid. You couldn’t tell what it was exactly until the wave began climbing one of the naga’s bodies. Then it was all too clear; millions of spiders rolled over him like the tide rising. 
His screams pierced the night air as he frantically tried to brush them off. 
It was no use; the wave kept coming, and more and more spiders filled the alley, climbing the walls and smothering the torches. 
“I’ll give you a choice,” Ruvain told the other monsters. “You can die like your friend is going to die…or you can hand me the girl and join me.” 
“Don’t you dare!” Camus screeched, watching in horror as the naga’s face, covered in spiders, began to bloat, pustules forming and popping from their venomous bites until he all but dissolved in front of you. 
The other monsters looked horrified, and a moment later, you stumbled to the ground as they dropped you. 
“Come here, darling,” Ruvain hissed, waving a hand at you. 
You scrambled across the ground, the sea of spiders parting in your path. 
Ruvain scooped you up and set you on his back. 
“You fool!” Camus snarled, tearing his eyes away from the bloated, deformed body beside him. “You can’t harm me! I’m invincible!” 
Ruvain laughed. 
“I don’t need to harm you. In fact, I need you alive,” he said. He nodded at two of the minotaurs. “Bring him. We’re returning to the castle. I’m sending you all home.” 
Camus screamed and howled, but carrying him against his will was no harm, so his amulet did nothing. His only power was in the monsters he wielded. He carried no other weapons because he was arrogant and smug. His monsters would follow his order to the letter because they had nowhere else to go. 
The minotaurs dragged him behind you through the back alleys. Everyone in the city knew not to meddle in anyone else’s affairs. Camus himself had set such a precedent. So they ignored his cries, as they’d been taught. Shutters closed, and doors were locked as you proceeded to a secret back entrance to the castle. 
As you moved through the castle, the monsters you passed were quite happy to let you through. Ruvain told them simply that he was sending them home, and they fell in line, interested to see how this played out. They all had nothing to lose and everything to gain. 
You stopped in front of a door covered in runes. 
“Open it,” Ruvain barked. 
Camus, still filled with pride, shook his head. 
“Never! I’ll never bow to a bunch of mindless creatures!” he spat. 
Ruvain shrugged. 
“I can’t hurt you; we all know that,” he said. “But spiders crawling in and out of all your orifices for the rest of your miserable eternity causes no direct harm. I can’t imagine it will be pleasant, though.” 
If Camus’s face could blanch, it would have. 
“Let me go; I have to use my hands!” he snapped. 
The minotaurs looked to Ruvain for guidance, and after a thought, he nodded. 
Camus stumbled forward, turning three of the runes so they formed a pattern you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t seen it after it was solved. The heavy stone door slid open to a set of stone stairs leading downward. 
“Let’s go, him first,” Ruvain said, shoving Camus forward. 
The parade of monsters followed Camus into the darkness. You worried he’d tricked you all when you finally reached a basement that smelled of rot. You coughed and covered your mouth. 
“What is that smell?” you asked, but it was soon clear. 
The laboratory, if you could call it that, was filled with dissected bodies. Monsters, people, you couldn’t tell one from the other as they were all flayed like raw fish. The only other notable thing other than sets of alchemy tools, bits of metal, and flesh was a large round mirror on one wall. 
“Hold him,” Ruvain told the minotaurs, “don’t let him touch anything. I know what I’m looking for.” 
Ruvain set you on the ground and started shuffling through papers. He gave a cheerful shout when he found the right scroll and a small book. You peeked over his shoulder, curious. 
“This is the spell to take us home,” he said, then showed you the book. “These are the coordinates of where he pulled us all from.” 
“Now then,” he said. “Since we no longer need him, what shall we do with him?” 
You all looked around the room,y our eyes landing on the torture equipment, disappointed you couldn’t just dissect him like he’d done to the poor souls rotting on the tables. 
One of the nagas had an idea. 
“Let’s lock him away, where no one will find him, and he’ll never escape,” he said, nodding to a small inset in the wall near the back of the room where a candelabra would normally go. It was just the right size for a body.
“I expect your silk is too strong to break with his fingers or teeth," the naga said.
Ruvain's face filled with an evil smile. 
“That it is, friend!” he said, “I can spin a silk so strong even steel swords or fire won’t break it.”  
“No! No! You can’t!” Camus screamed, but it was no use.
Locking him up caused no direct harm, so there was nothing he could do. As a lich, he did not need to eat or breathe, so a comfy coat of spider silk was harmless to his health.
He cried and begged, promising everyone in the room the world, but Ruvain simply took him in his arms, taking his time as he wrapped line after line of silk around him. The monsters listened to each scream and cry with satisfied smiles until Ruvain stuffed his mouth with spider silk and sealed it up. He finished wrapping as Camus whimpered, a mummy of white silk. Then he stuck him in the inset and sealed the whole thing up with a web of more silk. You couldn’t even hear him inside. From the outside, it looked like a nasty spider infestation but nothing more. 
The monsters gave one another high fives as their task was complete. 
“Now to send you all home,” Ruvain said. 
He scurried over to the mirror, twisting and turning various runes until a world appeared in the glass. 
“Home!” the minotaurs gasped, racing forward through it before Ruvain had even waved them on. 
You winced, expecting them to shatter the glass, but instead, they passed right through it. They ran through without a single glance back. One after another, he put in the coordinates of each of the monsters’ homes, and they left, some of them thanking him, others so excited they simply ran before the chance passed them by. When every monster was gone, you gave Ruvain a sad look. 
“It’s time for you,” you said, smiling a little. “You were my savior, and I can never thank you enough for that, but I understand you need to return home.” 
He smirked at you. 
“Now I can go home whenever I like,” he told you. “And perhaps I will someday, but now we have your world to attend to.” 
You looked at him, confused. 
“What do you mean? You’re free? Why aren’t you running like the rest?” you asked. 
“Because my world never needed me and this world needs a Queen,” he said. “And a Queen needs her guardian knight and first general. With the word of their Queen, your world will accept me, not as a monster, but as your companion.” 
He bowed in front of you, taking your hand and kissing it.
“I offer you my life, Your Radience,” he said, then peeked up and winked at you. “But don’t think because you’re my Queen, I’m ever letting you go. You’re mine, and we will rule this land together.” 
He stood and looked around. 
“Now, let’s get out of this filthy place. I’ll have the mirror moved somewhere that doesn’t smell like death and seal this miserable laboratory up forever,” he said. “I’ll  be sure to make it look like every other wall in this castle so no one has the bright idea to go exploring looking for treasure and instead finding an angry lich.” 
He returned you to his back, and the two of you ascended back to the empty castle. Footsteps echoed through the halls, and soon, you were faced with a bunch of farmers carrying torches and pitchforks. 
“Free her from the creature!” someone shouted, but you held up your hands in panic, worried they would hurt Ruvain. 
“My companion is not your enemy, people of the land!” you shouted. 
They all looked at one another, confused. 
“He’s one of Camus’s monsters!” one of them said. 
“NO, no. You are very wrong,” you explained. “Ruvain has freed us from Camus and sent all of the monsters back to their homes. They never wanted to be here to start. Ruvain is mine. You will not take him from me!” 
The villagers looked confused, but they’d noticed on the way in that no one had put up a fight. The monsters appeared to be gone, and the castle was empty, but what servants hadn’t run the moment no one was looking. 
“Her Majesty (Y/N) gives me too much credit,” Ruvain said, smiling down at you. “She is the one that deserves your thanks for freeing us from the nasty lich. I am only her servant, bound by the same gratitude as you should be. She is my Queen and should be yours as well for her service to the kingdom. There is a power vacuum now that the lich is gone. Do you want it filled with some other despot who cares nothing for you or a woman from your own land? She’s brave, kind, intelligent, and beautiful. The countryside will welcome a humble Queen who is one of their own.” 
Ruvain bowed to you deeply. The lead villager gave you an odd look and turned to discuss the issue with his fellow countrymen. A moment later, torches were extinguished, and pitchforks hit the floor with a clang as the villagers bowed as well. 
“Long live Queen (Y/N)!” they shouted in unison. 
You couldn’t help your burning cheeks, but you knew your kin needed strength, not a shy girl, so you tipped your head. 
“I promise to serve you well,” you said as Queenly as possible. “Now, we must rebuild what Camus has broken. You are the bravest, strongest citizens of Ventirest. You came here knowing you would face monsters with only your farmtools and spirits. I can never truly express how your care for a simple farm girl moved me. I would be honored to have you form my guard if you are willing.” 
“We will begin to rebuild tomorrow,” Ruvain said. “For tonight, you have traveled a long way, and the Queen has accomplished much in only a few hours. Let’s all rest. Run and tell the heralds to inform the people Camus is defeated. Tonight, they should celebrate their freedom.” 
The villagers gave Ruvain uncertain glances, but mostly because it was hard not to be frightened by such a large creature, especially one with eight legs. You encouraged them with a nod, and they gathered their tools and took off to the barracks where the monsters used to sleep when they ran the guard. 
“I’ve told you a lie,” Ruvain admitted when they’d gone as he sat you on his back. 
“What is that?” you asked, your heart fluttering, hoping he wouldn’t let you down, that he didn’t do this all to trick you. 
“I told them you needed rest when, really, I just wanted you all to myself,” he said. 
His gold eyes glinted with mischief. 
“Should I be worried?” you asked, your voice wan, and he chuckled. 
“Only if you don’t like orgasms,” he said, crawling down the hallway towards the unused Queens chambers. 
You’d have to fumigate the former King’s room and bed. It all smelled like rot. 
Your cheeks burned again at his words, and a very special tingle shot down your spine to your core. 
When you entered the room, he set you down on the floor, sliding the door shut behind you with one elegant leg. You watched, your heart racing, as he slowly and deliberately lit the fireplace, then the candles, casting your bedroom in soft, flickering light. 
When his gold eyes finally met yours, they were full of hunger. 
"You said you'd rather I eat you than for that lich to fuck you," he hummed, circling you to take in your form. 
He lowered his head, sniffing your neck.
"I liked that," he purred, and a shudder that was something between fear and excitement rolled through you. 
You let out a yip, as he pounced on you, taking you up in his arms and climbing gracefully to a shadowy corner at the arch of the vaulted curling. 
Candlelight flickered in his eyes so that they glowed in the darkness. 
Another surprised yelp echoed against the stone, mixed with the sound of fabric tearing as Ruvain ravenously stripped your dress from you with his teeth. Strips of gold and indigo fluttered to the floor far below. 
“You’ll never don human clothing again,” he insisted. “I’ll have dressed made of spider silk, so you always wear my mark.” 
When you were bare, he examined every part of you, all the white spinning web he crisscrossed to form a large nest for the two of you to rest. 
"Wh-what are you doing?" you asked, your breath shaking as one arm, then the other was bound by silver silk. 
He grinned at you. 
"This is how driders mate," he hummed, diligently tying elegant knots to bind your limbs. Your legs were tied open, and your neck and hips pulled slightly so your back was arched, your breasts presented to him. 
You had to admit the knots and lace he formed with strong, nimble fingers were beautiful and complex. You trembled both with a touch of fear and a lot of desire. His chest and arms were chiseled from a lifetime of climbing around lofty places. Your eyes followed his elegant movements. 
The men you'd known from town were stocky and strong from a farmer's life of chopping wood and eating beef, but Ruvain's figure was all athletic elegance. His muscles were chorded and lean, flexing as he tightened one knot and then another. 
It was a delight to watch. 
When he seemed happy with the lace of web he'd tied you up with; his attention turned to you. A finger traced your breasts, then drifted lower where his eyes ate up the tender flesh between your thighs. 
"I've been dying to taste you, darling," he said, glancing up. 
His lips brushed yours lightly at first, and then as if you were a sweet surprise, they landed more firmly, his tongue pushing into you. 
"Mmm," he groaned, tasting you as it slid over yours.
When he pulled away, he looked ravenous.
Lowering his head, he returned to examining you between your thighs, fingers parting your folds.
"I'm fascinated by your anatomy. Your two legs hide such a pretty treasure." 
He circled your clit, making you moan. Never in your life had you thought being trussed up would get you hot, but your cunt was dripping for him. You squirmed in the soft silk bindings, testing their tightness. You were his prey. He could do what he liked to you. 
Unable to hold himself back any longer, his head lowered, a long, searing tongue collecting the moisture at your slit. 
"Mmm," he hummed, licking you with long strokes between pressing kisses onto the inside of your thighs. "I love how soft you are. You're going to feel so good on my cock." 
His tongue explored your channel, making you let out a loud gasp. 
"Mmm, Ruvain," you murmured, making him chuckle, the silky laugh that made your nipples harden. 
"Are you eager for me?" he asked, teasing you with a finger as his eyes focused on your face, a smug smirk on his lips. 
"P-please Ruvain," you whimpered, every inch of your skin tense and sparkling, begging for release. 
"Be patient, little human," he purred. "I'm still exploring." 
One finger circled your back hole experimentally before two more entered your pussy. 
"Ahhh!" you mewled, twisting in your bonds. 
He lowered his head again, licking and sucking your clit until your pleading and sobbing filled the room. His fingers worked inside you gently, the third teasing you where you'd never been touched before. You didn't know it could feel good, but he drove you mad. He brought you higher and higher until you cracked, and an orgasm bloomed from deep in your core and blossomed over your whole body. 
Your nipples especially were tight and desperate for his touch. 
He pulled his fingers out of you, sucking your flavor off the ones covered in your juices. 
"Mmm," he said, briefly closing his eyes as he savored you. 
When you'd regained your senses, Ruvain was perched over you, palming his cock as he watched you. His other hand pinched a nipple, twisting it gently to see your response. The eyes you were trying to keep open squeezed shut as he toyed with them, soon leaning down to play with them with his tongue. 
"So sensitive," he growled, and you felt his sharp teeth nip at the sensitive skin, "and so vulnerable. You're all mine. I could keep you up here forever and torture you, making you fall apart over and over again for me." 
"I need you, Ruvain, please," you whimpered, your eyes on the large shaft he was stroking in his hand. 
The smile on his lips widened to show all of his sharp teeth. 
"I do like it when you beg," he hummed. "Your sweet pleas are very hard to resist." 
He didn't make you wait any longer, sheathing himself in your hot, wet cunt. He hissed, and his hands gripped your hips as he seated himself inside of you. 
"You're searing inside," he groaned, sliding slowly out and thrusting back in with a bit more force.  
You jerked in the silk as he drove into you for several strokes, purely for the pleasure of breaching you, before his sense came back to him. His eyes shone as he kneaded your breasts and curled his body down to you to invade your mouth with his tongue. It moved against yours, mimicking the treatment your pussy was getting. 
His powerful hips slammed into yours, held firm by his web. You cried out in his mouth, and you heard a lusty growl build in his throat. He pulled back, leaving your lips wet and shining. 
"That's it my sweet little human, milk my cock," he hummed, never taking his eyes off of yours. 
Your pussy was doing all of the work since you couldn't move, squeezing and spasming around his thick cock. 
"You belong to me. Every inch of your tender flesh; your mouth, your cunt, your cute little asshole are mine to use and enjoy," he growled, one hand clutching your throat while he pounded harder and more raggedly.
 "If anyone else touches what's mine, I'll kill them, slowly. You understand? I'm never letting you go. I'll never tolerate a competitor," he promised. "I'll let you perform your duties as Queen, but if you ever let anyone too close, I'll steal you away to my homeland, fucking your pretty body until you forget about this world altogether. I’ll make you my toy. You'll cum when I let you and beg me for my seed…and I will make you beg."
His threats were lost on you. Your thoughts were scattered, drowning in bliss as he filled you over and over again. Your pleasure was at his mercy. He could give it and take it away as he liked. Fortunately, at that moment, all he wanted to do was give. 
His finger circled your clit, while he sucked on your nipples, pushing you closer and closer to your end. 
"Beg me," he demanded. "Beg me to let you cum." 
You would have agreed to anything. 
"Please, please , Ruvain, please, don't stop," you wailed. "You feel so good. Please let me cum!" 
He gave you a devious smile at you as his eyes rolled back in his head. 
"Tell me you want me to fill you with my child," he demanded. "Tell me I'm the only one who gets to spend his seed in your womb." 
Your eyes squeezed shut, hovering just on the tip of an explosion. 
"Anything you want, Ruvain," you said. "I'll carry your child. I'll give my body to you; just please don't stop!" 
He laughed, pleased that you were willing to be his, and doubled his efforts. His mouth crashed against yours, pulling your tongue into his mouth and stroking it. You felt pleasure in places you'd never felt before. Your lips and tongue were sparkling. Your breasts ached, brushing against his chest, your nipples hard points. And finally, your cunt felt like a vice on his cock, his thick shaft hitting every sensitive spot. 
You detonated in his arms, the world dissolving, and your only conscious understanding was Ruvain's scent, touch, and delicious, overwhelming pleasure. Colors exploded behind your eyes, and your body felt like fireworks. Your muscles went completely limp as Ruvain emptied his cum inside you. There was so much, waves of hot fluid gushing from your cunt. You heard it splash against the stone floor far below you from somewhere far away. 
"I love you, (Y/N)," he breathed in your ear. "The moment he stole you from your village, you were mine. You may take time to feel the same tenderness for me, but I'm happy to wait." 
He carefully extracted you from the nest he'd made, orienting himself so he could tie you to his chest with more silk to rest. 
In any other circumstance, you would been frightened being so far up, but you felt perfectly safe tied to Ruvain's body, and your thoughts quickly muddied as you fell asleep.
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kazutora-kurokawa · 29 days
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a reader who is afraid of something like arachnophobia or whatever you decide, with izana, ran and whoever you want
TokRev x Arachnophobic!Reader (SFW and mentions of spiders in different places)
Characters: Izana, Ran, Kazutora
note: I have arachnophobia and I remember I once had to beg someone to kill a spider for me, had me on the verge of tears
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Izana
🎴 All it took was him hearing you scream from the kitchen to come running to your rescue
🎴 He was low-key ready to beat the shit out of somebody
🎴 Then he saw it was just a spider on the wall and he looked at you like you were crazy
"You're such a scaredy cat y/n."
"Zana! It's on the wall, get it please!"
🎴 Literally smacks the spider to death with his bare hand like it was nothing
🎴 You should honestly be more scared of him than the spider
Ran
💜 You ran out the bathroom and crash landed on top of him (and you woke him up out of his sleep 😭)
"What the hell y/n?!"
"Ran there's a spider in the bathroom! Go kill it!"
"Will you let me rest if I do?"
"Yes, but go do it now!"
💜 He walks in the bathroom half-asleep and wacks the spider with his baton
"There! Happy now darling?"
Kazutora
🐯 He kills so many spiders for you that he demands payment in the form of kisses, but even he has limits
"Tora there's a spider in the room! Can you go get it please?"
🐯 He doesn't even respond, he just gets up, goes in the bedroom and comes back out
"Did you get it?"
"Hell no, that thing was huge y/n! I'm talking size of my hand huge!"
🐯 Pulls his phone out and dials someone he knows that'll kill it
"Who are you calling?"
"Baji."
🐯 Baji comes over, kills the huge ass spider, and everyone lives happily ever after
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afemwolfboy · 8 months
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Flapjack makes a new friend! Well, almost.
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back to doodle piles. Thinking about Pokemon trainers who love their weird little creatures and give them lots of hugs and kissies
They’re a family….. 🤍🖤
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karniss-bg3 · 5 months
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For your consideration. Kar'niss, but with one of these color schemes.
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The thought of fluffy Kar'niss does make me giddy regardless of hue.
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day 17 of horror mythology: samca
samca most commonly takes the appearance of a naked woman with disheveled hair growing down to her heels, with breasts that touch the ground, with small eyes that shine as brightly as the stars, with iron hands and long nails sharp as knitting needles or hooked as sickles and a tongue of fire. other forms samca can take are: a very large and fierce pig, a grinning dog showing awful teeth, a hairless cat with fiery, bulging eyes, a crow with bloody eyes, and a big black spider. she usually appears to children under the age of four, who are so frightened that they become sick immediately. the disease children develop after samca appears to them is called "the children's malice." this demon can also appear to women lying on their birth bed, and once visible she would touch the pregnant women as if kneading on them, scaring them so much that they either die instantly or remain crippled for life.
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bluedaddysgirl · 1 month
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BG3 Fic Feb, comic edition, day 18 :
Everyone's favourite Drider, Kar'niss
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No lighting and png without background, lineart, all below the cut.
I wanted to add my Tav and Gale on his back, but from the moment I decided to paint, it became a no go. I'm getting fast, but not THAT fast...
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georgiacooked · 9 months
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Dracula Daily sketch for June 18th
In which Renfield gets rid of his flies.
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kwanisms · 10 months
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The Library of Illusion — Arachnophobia
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➮ jorogumo!Wooyoung × sub!Reader wc: 8.1k summary: Deep in the Horror Section, Y/N finds herself descending into a dark cave where she meets a man who is not what he seems. genres/themes/au: angst, smut; fantasy, horror; non idol au, jorogumo!Wooyoung warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, CW: SPIDERS & SPIDER CREATURE!WOOYOUNG, graphic body horror, mentions of blood and viscera, sexual content (18+ mdni), smut tags under the cut! ‼️IF YOU ARE SEVERELY ARACHNOPHOBIC, DO NOT READ THIS‼️
permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @wonderfulshinee @candidupped @dejavernon @violagoth @tigermoonbiss @katsukis1wife @luvsooby @thesolarplanetarysystem @salty-for-suga @devilsmatches @dmnspiit
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a/n: this was interesting to write and I knew from the get-go I wanted to make Wooyoung a monster. I almost made him a werewolf but changed it to a jorogumo. Traditionally, jorogumo are female spiders that change into beautiful women but male spiders do exist so I thought maybe that might a cool idea and make a male jorogumo. I hope you enjoyed this part and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.
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smut warnings: unprotected sex (use protection, especially if you're gonna bone a huge man-spider creature lmao), rope (web) bondage, monster genitalia, dirty talk, slight brat!Reader (it lasts for like .2 seconds lol), marking (f receiving), creampie/slight breeding kink (you have to squint for the last one tho), use of pet names (only sweetheart and darling one time but it's not entirely endearing) and i think that's everything but of course let me know if I missed anything!
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“How was your trip?” Seonghwa asked, clearly amused as you reached the desk and glared at him. “Don’t even ask,” you growled to which he merely chuckled.
“I trust you were successful?”
You raised your hand, opening it and letting the key fall to the desk with a metallic thud. Seonghwa’s eyes shifted from your face to look down at the key before a polite smile crossed his features. “Excellent,” he simply said, looking back up to meet your gaze.
“Where would you like to visit next?” He asked, getting up so effortlessly from the desk. You watched as he started to pace, circling you almost like a predator would circle his prey. “Only you can choose your next destination.
You turned to look around the room, noticing how the sign over the Science Fiction section had faded and all life from beyond the door disappeared, leaving nothing but blackness.
You tore your gaze from the door and peered around the others until your eyes landed on one. ‘Might as well get this over with,’ you told yourself as you turned to Seonghwa. “That one.”
Seonghwa followed your outstretched hand, pointing to the next entry in your story. As he read the sign he couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement.
“The Horror Section,” he said softly as he turned to his desk, grabbing his key and leading you over to the door.
You watched as he unlocked the door and turned the old handle, ignoring the way it creaked and squeaked. He pushed the door open before turning to look at you. “Here you are,” he said, gesturing to the now open door.
Taking a deep breath, you took a cautious step into the hall. “Be wary of monsters,” Seonghwa warned as you stopped just past the door and turned to look at him. “Monsters?” You asked softly. He nodded.
“Yes, but sometimes they don’t look like monsters,” he added. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “What do they look like?” You whispered, eyes watching as he slowly closed the door until just his face peered in at you.
“Like you and me.”
And with that the door shut with a click, no doubt locked behind you.
“Is he always going to be so cryptic?”
You turned away and stared ahead. All you could see were the shelves on either side of you, even your flashlight did nothing to illuminate the black void that lay ahead of you.
Deciding it was much too late to turn back, you did the only thing you could and continued forward.
Each step on the creaky wooden floor echoed in the hall as your eyes darted around, searching for anything that would tell you where to look for the next key.
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As you continued, the creaking of the wood was replaced with the tap of your boots against rock and you glanced down to see the wooden floor was now nothing but a rock and stone covered in dirt.
You glanced behind you where you could still see the door leading into the lobby and the wooden shelves full of books. ‘Just like the science fiction section,’ you noted internally before continuing down the tunnel and further into what appeared to be a cave system.
As you stepped down a small dip in the floor, the sound of rock scraping behind you caused you to freeze and turn slowly.
Behind you the tunnel had disappeared, a wall of rock now separating you from the only exit. “Great,” you murmured before turning back around and looking into the dark passage ahead.
You pulled out your flashlight and turned it on, the beam illuminating a small portion of the path in front of you.
Casting the light around gave you the chance to see the whole tunnel from side to side before you started walking forward, keeping your eyes open and ears straining to hear even the slightest shift.
You had only walked a few meters ahead when a rustling echoed through the passage. You froze in your steps, gripping the handle of your flashlight tighter as you braced yourself. The rustling faded just as quickly as it started but you saw nothing. ‘Maybe it’s just bats?’ You took a deep breath before continuing forward.
‘Yeah,’ you told yourself. ‘Just bats.’
Your feet carried you through the cave, footsteps echoing lightly as you moved. You kept your head and flashlight on a swivel, glancing around often to make sure nothing jumped out at you from the darkness.
You wondered just what could be down here, waiting for you.
This was the horror section after all.
Your mind wandered to all the horror movies you’d seen in your youth, especially the ones that took place in a cave. A shiver ran up your spine as you envisioned savage beasts that might be lying in wait to ambush you and eat your innards.
“Get a grip,” you whispered to yourself. “It can’t be that bad, can it?”
No sooner did the words leave your lips that another sound reached your ears. It was like the rustling from before but there was something else to it. Almost a like a hissing sound. You froze yet again and looked around, glancing towards the cave ceiling. You expected to see bats but what you saw was much worse.
Spiders.
Hundreds of thousands of spiders were crawling all over the ceiling. As soon as the light hit them, they scattered around, avoiding the beam. It was like a steady stream of spiders all crawling in one direction and away from the way you were heading.
Your heartbeat quickened, palms growing clammy as you watched the spectacle.
“That doesn’t seem good,” you whispered before turning your light away from the spiders and continued further into the cave.
As you went, webbing started to appear, growing thicker the deeper you went. Something in the air shifted and the temperature dropped, sending chills down your spine and bumps forming on your skin. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end but you persevered.
You tried not to imagine what the spiders would be moving away from as you reached a large open cavern. The ceiling extended upwards, reaching maybe twenty feet. Thick stalactite grew from the chamber ceiling, pointing down at you from above. Large rocky formations blocked your view of the room, forcing you to walk around them.
You continued to walk, ducking under thick white strands of webbing as you delved deeper and deeper into the cavern.
As you rounded one of the many tall rocks, your eyes landed on something in the darkness, lying on the ground. You shined your light in the direction and let out a gasp, eyes widening.
Lying about ten feet from where you stood was a man.
He was lying on his side, his back facing you. You cleared your throat before whispering out to him.
“H-hello?”
Your whisper echoed around the cave and you glanced around quickly.
Since entering the chamber, the rustling had stopped. The spiders were far behind you now.
You quickly made your way over to the man and leaned over, hoping to catch sight of his face. Small bits of web adorned his clothes and hair. You knelt down, reaching a hand out slowly until it made contact with his shoulder.
“Sir?” you whispered, giving him a gentle shake. When he didn’t stir, you carefully pulled his shoulder towards you, rolling him onto his back.
His head lolled as he landed, eyes still shut. You leaned over, listening for any breathing and felt relief wash over you as you heard steady deep breaths coming from him. He was alive, just unconscious.
Sitting back up straight, you reached forward, hesitating momentarily before you pushed his black hair from his forehead and felt his skin. He was warm to the touch but not feverish. You continued to look over him until he made a small noise.
You pulled back quickly, watching as his face screwed up as he came to. His brow furrowed as he started to open his eyes. You scooted back, keeping the light trained on him as he slowly woke up.
As soon as his eyes opened, he started to look around, turning his head before his eyes landed on you. He raised his hand to shield his eyes. “Yo,” he croaked. “Stop shining that shit on me. I can’t fuckin’ see.”
You lowered the light, pointing at the ground instead. “Thank you,” he said as he lowered his hand and looked around again as he sat up carefully.
“Who are you?” you asked before you could stop yourself. He turned to look at you, squinting as if he couldn’t see past the bright light of your flashlight.
“Wooyoung,” he answered simply before nodding in your direction. “Who’re you?”
You hesitated before answering him.
“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”
He nodded slowly before slowly shifting and getting to his feet, you following suit but keeping the flashlight trained on his chest.
“What are you doing here?” you asked as Wooyoung looked around the cavern. He turned, looking at his surroundings before facing you again.
“I—” he hesitated, clearing his throat. “I don’t remember.”
Silence fell over you as he looked around and you studied him.
‘Maybe he’s the guardian?’ You wondered to yourself.
“Where are we?” he whispered, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.
‘There went that idea.’
“Are you hurt?” you asked, drawing his attention. You raised the light to his face to which he immediately shielded his eyes. “Will you stop blinding me?” he grumbled exasperatedly.
You lowered the light with a soft apology. “Are you hurt?” you asked again.
He looked down at himself, looking over his extremities. “I don’t think so,” he replied, looking at his hands. He went to take a step and let out a whimper.
His ankle seemed to give out on him and he crumpled. You rushed forward, catching him with a groan as you tried to keep him from hitting the rocky floor.
You helped him back up, trying to help him balance as he looked up at you and let out an unsteady chuckle. “I guess I was wrong,” he admitted. You rolled your eyes before telling him to hold still and knelt down to look at his ankle. Handing the flashlight to him, you instructed him to hold it steady so you could see what you were doing.
You carefully rolled his pant leg up to expose the ankle and saw how bruised it was. “Holy shit,” you breathed. “How bad is it?” Wooyoung asked. You glanced up at him and then back down.
“How long have you been unconscious?” You asked, carefully prodding at the spot, taking note of how he winced and whimpered in pain.
“No idea,” he answered. “I don’t even know what day or time it is.”
You looked back up at him. “It’s…” you started as you checked your watch but trailed off when you noticed the hands weren’t moving. Not even the second hand.
“What the hell?” you whispered, bringing the device up to listen for the ticking but heard nothing. Wooyoung watched as you did this, keeping the light fixed on his foot.
“What is it?” he asked as you tapped the face of your watch. “It’s stopped working,” you answered. “This is brand new!”
You were starting to sound annoyed and exasperated before sighing in defeat. “Last I checked, it was ten in the morning on June eighth. Thursday,” you said as you went back to inspecting his ankle.
Wooyoung looked lost in thought when you glanced back up at him.
“That means I’ve been out for… a whole day?”
Your eyes widened, brows raising at his admission. “How long have you been down here?” you asked as you removed your pack and started to sift through it, looking for a bandage. “A week? No, two weeks,” he answered.
“My friends and I came—” he suddenly gasped, making you jump as you looked up quickly. “My friends!” he all but shouted. You shushed him quickly, glancing around. “Not so loud,” you replied, reaching back into your pack and pulling out the bandage you were looking for.
“I’m going to wrap your foot,” you announced as you carefully undid his shoe and pulled it off along with his sock. His entire foot was bruised, dark inky splotches covering his tanned skin tone. “This looks really bad,” you admitted as you looked over it. “Keep your foot straight,” you instructed as you started to wrap it carefully.
Wooyoung grimaced, wincing only a couple times as you wrapped his foot with as much expertise as you could before pulling his sock back on and easing his foot back into his shoe. “I’m not gonna tie this super tight,” you explained as you redid the laces on his shoes. “We just want it secure and not falling off.”
Wooyoung let you work, keeping the light pointed so you could see.
You finished tying his shoe on and let him place his foot back on the ground. He kept one hand on your shoulder as he slowly put his weight on his foot and winced but thankfully kept his balance.
“It hurts still,” he admitted. “But it feels steadier.”
You smiled up at him before packing your bag back up and slinging the strap over your shoulder.
You stood up, taking the flashlight from him and shining it around.
“So,” you said as you looked around. “Any idea on how to get out of here?”
You turned to look at Wooyoung who shook his head.
“Not really,” he answered before glancing around himself. “Just pick a direction and go?”
You nodded, shifting your backpack and putting your arm through the other strap.
“Can you walk?” you asked, turning to look at Wooyoung who took a shaky step forward. “Kind of,” he admitted. You switched your flashlight to the other hand and stepped forward. “You can put your arm around my neck,” you said. “I’ll help you.”
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It was awkward, being this close to a man you just met but you’d already been fucked by an alien in the previous section so this was comparatively tame.
You helped support Wooyoung as the two of you continued further into the cavern, hoping to find some kind of exit or something.
“You’re awfully nice,” Wooyoung noted as the two of you stopped to let him rest. You were looking around, shining the light around the rock walls, trying to find an opening somewhere.
“I don’t think I know anyone who would help a stranger they found in a cave.”
You looked over your shoulder at him leaning against the rock wall opposite you.
You offered a kind smile. “I guess I’m just a big softie,” you answered, turning back around to look at the wall before you, not noticing the way Wooyoung’s smile fell, a serious expression taking over.
“That’s not always a good thing,” he replied softly.
You noticed the shift in his tone.
Turning back, you were met by his kind smile. “Some people might take advantage of your kindness,” he added. You chuckled. “Yeah,” you answered. “They usually do.” You walked back over to him. “I don’t think we’re gonna find anything here,” you explained. “Let’s keep going then,” Wooyoung replied.
You nodded as he stood back up, slinging an arm over your shoulder as your arm went around his waist and the two of you continued further until you reached a slim opening between the walls of the passage.
“You go first,” you offered but Wooyoung shook his head. “No, you go first. That way if I fall on the other side, you can catch me.” You let out a soft laugh.
“We’ve only known each other for about twenty minutes and you’re already admitting to falling for me?” You joked. A smile spread across Wooyoung’s face. “What can I say?” he asked with a shrug as he leaned against the rocks for support while you approached the narrow gap.
“I’m a sucker for a pretty girl,” he added with a wink. You rolled your eyes and turned to the side, starting to shimmy your way through the opening. It was fairly easy, even with your pack and soon you were on the other side.
You turned back to the gap. “Alright,” you called. “I’m through!”
Wooyoung didn’t answer. You peered through the rocks and saw him looking back behind him. “Wooyoung?” you called.
He turned his head slowly to look at you.
“Did you hear that?” he asked softly.
You shook your head, confusion taking over your expression as he turned his head back to look behind him. His eyes were wide when he looked back at you.
“You need to get out of here,” he said quickly. Now you were not only confused but also concerned. “Wooyoung, what are—”
“Go!” he shouted. “Get out of here! It’s not safe!”
Over the echo of his voice you heard another sound. The rustling was back.
“The spiders,” you whispered. “Wooyoung,” you said, drawing his attention. “Hurry up, come through the gap and we’ll leave together!”
He shook his head. “It’s too late,” he answered. “If you don’t go now, they’ll catch up to you too!”
You shined the light through the gap and noticed a thick wall closing in behind Wooyoung. Your throat constricted, tongue feeling dry as your stomach churned. “Come on, Wooyoung!” You yelled, stepping forward.
“I told you to run!”
The fear in his voice was audible. The panic on his face sent shivers throughout your entire body, chills working up your spine. It felt as if the spiders were on you. “Go,” he said softly as the wave of arachnids swept rapidly towards him.
“We can make it,” you urged, your eyes burning with unshed tears that started to blur your vision. You didn’t want to be alone again. He shook his head.
“It’s too late for me.”
You took several steps back as the blackness reached Wooyoung, tripping over a large broken bit of stalagmite and falling back, the flashlight flying from your hand as Wooyoung let out a shrill scream and the blackness swept him away.
You scrambled up, grabbing the light and shining it through the opening to find it empty.
“Wooyoung!” you screamed. The rustling and chittering started back up and you saw no other option but to turn tail and run. You scrambled over the rocky floor hastily as you headed for the only opening you saw.
Feet pounded the cavern floor as you sprinted through another passage, trying to use your flashlight to light your path. You heard another scream in the distance, echoing against the walls. You didn’t stop until you reached another room, tripping over another broken stalagmite.
You fell, the flashlight flying from your hand once more and clattering across the rocky floor as you fell hard, scraping your knees.
“Fuck!” You cursed, dust billowing from your breath as you shakily pushed yourself up, rolling over to assess the damage to your knees. Without the flashlight you couldn’t see much. Glancing around, you spotted it lying a few feet from you, pointing to an opening in the rock.
“Shit,” you hissed as you carefully got up and walked over, hands shaking as you neared the flashlight and leaned over to pick it up while dusting yourself off.
You shined the beam at your knees, clicking your tongue when you noticed light scrapes with minimal blood. “It could have been worse, I guess,” you whispered as you stood up straight.
You heard a soft scraping on the rock in front of you and snapped your head up to look forward. The gap before you was black and narrow. You could hear a soft breeze whistling as it blew through the gap.
Slowly, you raised the flashlight to shine into the opening.
Straining your ears, you heard the sound of pebbles crunching and the rustling from before only this time, much faster. It was approaching you rapidly.
You turned to continue running but ran straight into something.
Or rather, someone.
You shined the light up and exclaimed in shock and relief at Wooyoung standing before you.
“Oh my god! You’re alive!” you sobbed pulling him into a hug.
His arms went around you instinctively.
“We’ve gotta get out of here,” you said, pulling back to look at him. He nodded, following your lead as you pulled him along. “I thought you were dead,” you said as you helped him over a rocky hurdle. He shook his head.
“I thought I was too,” he admitted.
You continued through the passage until it opened up into a large chamber.
You gasped, looking around. “We’ve gone in a circle,” you said softly as you looked around. Wooyoung leaned against one of the large rock formations as you looked around for another passage.
“Fuck!” You cursed angrily, kicking a small rock as Wooyoung’s hands went to his abdomen.
“I don’t feel so good, Y/N,” Wooyoung said, his voice sounding strained.
You turned around to shine the light on him. He looked like he was about to be sick. “Let’s keep moving,” you said, moving to help him up.
You’d only taken a couple steps when Wooyoung screamed out in pain, doubling over as he clutched his stomach. You tried to ask him what the matter was but he only continued to groan and scream as he dropped to his knees.
You knelt by his side, one hand on his back. “Wooyoung, what’s wrong?”
“Get back,” Wooyoung warned. You leaned over, trying to get a look at his face only for him to push you away with much force than you expected. The flashlight tumbled from your hand, rolling away as the beam danced across the rock.
Wooyoung’s groans of pain morphed into deep growling as his body jerked violently. You tried to scoot away, kicking up dust as you watched in abject horror as Wooyoung writhed before you.
His screams turned primal as you heard what sounded like his bones breaking.
“Wooyoung!” you cried out as his body jerked violently, a loud ripping sound echoed around the cavern.
There was a sharp snapping and you screamed as Wooyoung’s back burst open forcefully, blood splattering the wall, the ground, and you. His screaming stopped almost instantly, and your ears were left ringing as long appendages unfurled from Wooyoung’s back.
You watched in terror, covered in his blood as the appendages, all eight of them, moved. Sharp cracking like knuckles rang around the chamber as the tips of the limbs reached towards the ground.
Clicking and rustling, much louder than before, sounded as Wooyoung’s lifeless body slowly raised off the ground.
Your eyes widened in fear, stomach churning and heart racing as the lower half of Wooyoung’s body detached and slumped to the ground, viscera spilling over the rock and staining it. The creature before you paused, blood dripping from its body.
You leaned forward slightly as you saw Wooyoung’s head twitch.
‘How the hell is he still alive?’
Wooyoung’s head slowly raised up before looking around, settling on your form.
“Wooyoung?” You whispered, gasping as the eight limbs moved simultaneously, turning to face you. Your breathing grew ragged as you realized what you were looking at. Wooyoung wasn’t dead. He wasn’t killed by this creature.
He was the creature.
“Wooyoung,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you looked at him, taking in the ripped clothing still hanging from his frame. His blank expression shifted, a menacing smile spreading across his face as he advanced on you sitting helpessly backed against the cavern wall.
You tried to press back further against the wall, trying to escape him and his wicked smile. Staring up at the creature, you realized the man was gone, well at least the lower half was.
Before you was only half of Wooyoung. From the head down to the torso was human, the tanned skin blending into the blackish purple of his carapace.
Your eyes took in the strong eight legs as he raised far above you, towering over your meek frame. “Stupid, foolish, human,” he said, his voice taking on an echo-y sound, like it was more than one person speaking at once.
“You should have run while you had the chance.”
Your heart hammering in your chest, you darted forward, ducking under his purplish black spider-like body and between the four sets of legs as you scrambled past him and towards what you hoped was the exit. You could hear the head thud of his feet, all eight of them against the rocky cavern floor as he gave chase.
You ducked around and between the rock formations that appeared in your path, trying to lose him as you wound around turn after turn.
You could hear the chittering and rustling of his legs as he followed you the best he could.
Glancing over your shoulder, you could see you’d lost sight of him and quickly ducked behind a rocky outcrop, covering your mouth to mask your breathing as you listened.
The chittering grew closer and closer until it stopped not far from where you were hiding. Resisting the urge to peek, you kept still and as quiet as you could, listening to the clicking of Wooyoung’s feet against the cave floor.
“Hiding won’t do any good, Y/N,” you heard him say, his voice echoing around the cavern. “I can smell you.”
Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you tried to force yourself to calm down. ‘He’s bluffing. There’s no way.’
The clicking grew closer and closer until you managed to catch sight of Wooyoung strolling past your hiding place. “I can smell your fear,” he continued, glancing around slowly, scanning the cave for any sight of you. “And let me tell you,” he continued.
“It smells delicious.”
Leaning back as far as you could into the shadows, you hoped he wouldn’t be able to see or sense your presence. As you leaned back, you were hit with a gentle breeze from the darkness behind you and turned your head to look further into the opening in the wall. A distance and dim light flickered at you.
You glanced back at Wooyoung who was continuing down the cave tunnel, still searching for you. Knowing he’d heard any sound you made at that moment, you decided to hold out for just a bit longer until you could safely scramble up and shimmy your way through the narrow opening.
You were so focused on formulating the plan that you failed to notice Wooyoung was slowly making his way back down the corridor. Your stomach dropped as he came back into view and you got a full view of his imposing stature.
‘It’s now or never,’ you told yourself as you glanced back to the flickering light in the distance. You waited until Wooyoung was facing the other direction before scrambling up. You ignored the sound of his laughter as you started to squeeze between the rock only to feel a hand wrap around your ankle.
You let out a scream as you felt Wooyoung tug on your leg, trying to pull you out of your hiding place. “I like it when you fight,” he chuckled, his strength coming to his advantage as he started to pull you from the sliver.
Your fingers dug into the dirt, trying to claw and grab at something to stop your path but you found nothing. Your screams echoed around the cavern as Wooyoung pulled you out of the dark and rolled you onto your back. As quickly as you could, you kicked your free foot, making contact with his jaw and knocking him back.
With him being stunned momentarily, you were able to scramble back up and squeeze back into the gap, soon squeezing out of his reach and further into the wall. “There’s no way out, Y/N,” he called, in a singsong voice, the sound echoing after you.
“I’ll find you eventually.”
You rushed yourself, squeezing between the gap in the rocks until you finally came out into a small room. There was a skeleton with remnants of clothing, an old tattered bag, a lantern, and a journal. You dropped to your knees and started sifting through the bag, hoping to find some sort of weapon.
You found a small knife and whispered a thanks to the dead traveler as you unsheathed it and looked it over. The handle was old and covered in dust but the blade was shiny and still very sharp. ‘This could come in handy.’
You replaced the sheath and stuck the knife in your pocket before searching through the rest of the bag. Most of it was old food rations, stale and molded. You threw the bag aside and picked up the journal, carefully opening the cover to read the contents.
The first entry spoke of an expedition into the cave system, hoping to find gold or some other rare mineral. The next entry of note was about a cave-in that left the miners trapped and forced them deeper into the caves to find a way out. The next entry spoke of a strange sound the miners heard and how one of the miners went missing.
With each passage, the entries became more sporadic, desperate, and unhinged until the last page was covered in splatters of blood and ink. You tossed the book aside, breathing heavily as you stared at the bloodstained pages.
As you tried to compose yourself, dust and small bits of rock fell from above you. Slowly, you glanced up to find a large round opening in the rocky ceiling. The blackness above you was haunting as more dust and pebbles fell onto your lap.
Before you had a chance to move, from the darkness a hand extended, fingers tangling into your hair and yanking you up to your feet, a yelp of pain escaping your lips.
You watched in horror as Wooyoung slowly descended from the black void, a terrifying smile etched on his face. “I told you I’d find you eventually,” he said with a dark amused tone. His grip on your hair tightened as he held you up, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes.
“What do you want?” You whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. “I told you before I’m hungry,” he answered, glancing briefly at the corpse on the ground by the lantern. “It’s been some time since a human wandered into my caves.”
Your eyes filled with unshed tears, breathing quickening. Wooyoung noticed and moved his free hand to wrap around your throat. “Oh, crying won’t get you anywhere, sweetheart,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. “But don’t worry,” he continued.
“I’m not going to kill you,” he said as leaned in, face inches from yours.
“I don’t kill everyone.”
You glanced at the skeleton before looking back up to meet his gaze. “Why him?” You asked, clearly referencing the dead man. Wooyoung’s eyes darted to the lifeless skeleton before looking back.
“Because he’s a man,” he answered.
You narrowed your eyes at the monstrous creature.
“And that’s why you killed him?” Wooyoung nodded slowly.
“I had no use for him,” he answered, leaning in, sniffing your skin.
“The fear coming from you is so potent,” he added. “It’s making me hungry.”
You whimpered, fingers wrapping around his wrist as he lifted you off the ground, your feet dangling. “Don’t eat me, please,” you squeaked. Wooyoung laughed in your ear. “Oh, I don’t want to eat you,” he answered.
“I don’t eat females,” he added. “I have a much better use for you.”
You opened your mouth to respond but were unable to do so as the hand in your hair pulled, tilting your head to the side and exposing part of your neck to him and just as quickly, you felt a sharp pain in your neck as he sank his teeth into your skin.
You struggled against him, trying to kick at him as your vision blurred.
“Keep fighting, darling,” he teased. “It’ll just speed up the process.”
“What p-process?” You slurred, feeling dizzy, your grip on his wrist slacking.
“The more you move and struggle, the faster my venom will spread through your tiny human body,” he answered, whispering in your ear.
“But don’t worry,” he added. “It won’t kill you. It’ll just knock you out for a while.”
“No,” you murmured feebly as your strength left you, your extremities starting to feel the effects, the tips of your fingers and toes going numb. “Stop.”
Wooyoung chuckled in your ear as your eyes started to slide shut and everything went black. “See you in a few hours, Y/N.”
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When you came to, your eyes snapped open but failed to adjust to the darkness around you at first. You tried to move but found your limbs were locked in position. You tried to roll over but you couldn’t move.
Slowly, your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you and you could see you were suspended in the air at least ten feet off the cavern floor.
“What the fuck?” You whispered, struggling to move your hands. Your wrists were bound in some sort of white rope. The same rope was wrapped around your ankles, midsection and even some of it was around your neck, keeping you firmly immobilized.
“What the fuck is this?!”
Your voice echoed around the rock and you knew there was no way that Wooyoung hadn’t heard you. As if summoned, you heard the clicking as he started to approach. You watched as he rounded a large rock formation and came into view. He looked at you, a devilish smirk on his face.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said teasingly as he slowly advanced. “Aren’t you a vision,” he added, walking around your form and eyeing you up.
“What a precarious position you’ve found yourself in,” he continued as he rounded to face you again. “You put me in this position,” you growled, glaring at him. He chuckled, reaching a hand up to cup his own cheek.
“You flatter me,” he said with feign embarrassment.
“Let me down!” You demanded but Wooyoung’s playful demeanor dropped. “And if I refuse?” he asked, taking a couple steps forward. Your eyes fell on a flash of something around his neck and you realized it was the key.
How had you not seen it before?
Wooyoung tilted his head, watching you before glancing down and seeing what had caught your attention. “Oh? This is what you came for, isn’t it?” He asked, looking back up to meet your gaze.
“You want this?” He asked.
You nodded, struggling against the bonds.
Wooyoung pulled the string off and held it out. “Go on then,” he smirked. “Take it.”
You struggled against the white ropes and growled in defeat when you couldn’t break it, nor make it budge.
You let out a defeated sigh, head hanging. “I can’t,” you whispered.
Wooyoung smirked as he watched your resolve crumble. “Of course not.”
You raised your head to glare at him. He laughed again as he replaced the string around his neck, the metal of the key resting against his chest.
“Tell you what,” he started, looking back up. “I’ll give you this key if you do something for me.”
You narrowed your eyes, wondering just what you could possibly do for him.
“And what is that?” you asked suspiciously. Wooyoung started to circle you again, ducking his head as he passed under the thick white ropes.
“I told you before, I don’t eat females that wander into my cave,” he started. “Only the men.” You nodded as he passed behind you, feeling a chill run up your spin as you felt the tips of his fingers graze the back of your calf muscle.
“There’s a reason for that,” he continued.
“I know,” you answered. “The men don’t have a purpose.”
Wooyoung chuckled, amused that you paid attention. “Precisely.”
“And the women do?” you asked as his fingertips continued to dance over your skin, moving up the back of your leg until he took a firm grip of the back of your thigh. “They do,” he answered, giving your thigh a firm squeeze before his hand continued up, running over the material of your khaki shorts.
“You know,” he said as his hand moved over your ass. “You should have hidden this better,” he continued, reaching into your pocket and removing the small knife you’d taken from the tattered bag earlier.
“Maybe then I wouldn’t have found it so easily,” he added, tossing it aside, the knife landing with a dull thud as it hit the rocky floor.
You struggled against your bonds as his hand continued up your backside, moving around to your hip. “What do you want with me?” You whispered as his other hand moved up your stomach, stopping just under your chest.
“I have a strange interest in human women,” Wooyoung answered. “My own kind have often ridiculed me for it and even going so far as to ostracize me for it.”
You swallowed the knot that had formed in your throat. “What kind of interest?”
Wooyoung chuckled unceremoniously as his hands made quick work of the bonds holding your ankle, cutting through the rope like it was nothing. Like it was made of—
“Wait,” you gasped as the realization dawned on you. “Is this spider web?!”
Wooyoung laughed. “Took you long enough but even then, most don’t ever figure it out,” he answered. “You’re a smart one, Y/N.”
You glanced back at him from behind you. “What kind of interest do you have in human women?” you asked, trying to gauge his reaction. He looked up from your backside, eyes meeting yours in a heated gaze.
“A sexual one.”
Your stomach dropped at the implications of his words at the same time a heat rushed to your core. ‘A sexual interest?’
“What does that mean? Like you want to study the human body?”
Wooyoung chuckled again, shaking his head. “I think you know exactly what it means, sweetheart,” he answered.
Your heart hammered in your chest.
“You want to…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.
“I want to mate with them,” he finished the sentence for you.
Your cheeks burned, heat flooding your core and rushing between your thighs.
Wooyoung let out a soft laugh. “You’re a strange one,” he said softly, hands moving down to your thighs. “I mention sex one time and your scent changes.”
Your face flushed with heat, realizing he could smell your arousal.
“First you reeked of fear and now? Nothing but arousal,” he noted, leaning in to sniff again. “Seems I’m not the only one interested in cross species breeding,” he continued.
You felt his hands withdraw from your body and twisted to try and get a look at him but he was no longer behind you. You heard a scuttling and turned back around to find him in front of you, face inches from yours.
“So how about it?” he asked, tilting his head.
“I’ll even give you this key if you let me have my way with you.”
You gulped, staring back at him looking between his black eyes.
After a moment, you slowly nodded. “But,” you added. “Leave my ass alone.”
Wooyoung laughed loudly.
“Deal,” he answered, moving quickly behind you.
You felt his hands reach around to undo the button and zipper of your shorts before quickly discarding them along with your panties. “Wow, you waste no time,” you gasped as you felt his fingers spread your folds.
“There’s no need to,” he replied. “You seem to be properly lubricated,” he answered. “Could you possibly untie me, though?” you asked, sounding hopeful and trying to glance behind you.
“No,” he answered flatly. “I prefer this,” he added.
Silence fell between the two of you for a moment before he spoke up again.
“But I suppose I could make you more comfortable though.”
You sighed in relief as he cut through the bonds on your wrist and neck, moving your arms behind your back and quickly wrapping them in the same thick white ropes of webbing. “Is that too tight?” he asked, satisfied when you shook your head.
“Good,” he replied, reaching around to quickly unbutton your top, leaving it open and exposing your black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he noted, ducking his head to look under your body at the material.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Wooyoung chuckled, rolling his eyes before grabbing your hips. “You sure you don’t want to see what you’re getting yourself into?” He asked.
You hesitated. Did you want to see it? Was it human or was it something else.
“Do you think I should?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to or not.
Part of you was curious while the rational part of you said no way.
Without answering you, Wooyoung’s hands left your hips and you heard him moving around your body, leaving your glistening cunt exposed to the cool air of the cave.
You waited in anticipation as he rounded in front of you and held your gaze with his black eyes.
Slowly, your eyes traveled down his chest and torso until you saw it.
Your eyes widened, lips parting in a soft gasp.
At the base of his torso was a slit, just past where the golden skin blended into the blackish purple. Protruding from the slit was what you would call his cock.
It was dark indigo at the base, close to the body, fading into a very pale lilac, the same color as his tongue. The head of the shaft was very bulbous, thinning as it neared the base.
The sides of the shaft were covered in rows of bumps. The entire thing curved back towards his body and allowed you to see the thick vein on the underside that ran the entire length. The pointed head was rounded at the tip with light ridges that rippled down to the glans.
Your eyes moved back up to meet his gaze. “Are you scared yet?” he asked.
You shook your head. If anything, you were more turned on by seeing exactly what he was about to put inside you. Wooyoung’s stoic expression morphed into amusement. “Is that so?”
You nodded. “Yes,” you answered him. “I’ve had bigger.”
You weren’t exactly certain where the sudden boldness came from but it seemed to do the trick. The smirk on Wooyoung’s face dropped and he quickly rounded back behind you. “We’ll see about that,” he retorted.
You felt his hands on your hips, tilting your body down as he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.
“Just to be certain,” he said, hesitating. “You are giving me permission to mate you?” You rolled your eyes with an annoyed groan. “Yes, just fuck me already!”
Without another word, Wooyoung pulled your hips back, pushing his cock past your folds and driving it deep into your wet pussy.
You let out an involuntary moan as he bottomed out, cock stretching your walls as they fluttered around him.
“Oh,” he murmured. “You’re much tighter than I expected.”
You let out a moan as he gave you a measured thrust, pushing and pulling your hips back, your ass meeting his own hips.
Another moan left your lips as you felt his cock throb inside your cunt.
“So warm and wet,” he noted with a shudder. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he added with a hint of amusement. “Just fuck me, damn it,” you hissed, regretting your words almost instantly as he set a merciless and unrestrained pace, ramming into you with a strength you’d never experienced.
“Oh holy shit,” you gasped, the sound of your skin hitting his reverberating off the walls and echoing around the cavern as he relentlessly drilled your pussy.
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” Wooyoung grunted, the tightness of your walls clearly affecting him more than he let on. “So quick?” You teased, the brat in you jumping out. “Keep teasing me,” he urged. “And I’ll make you regret it.”
You let out a whimper, your nails digging into your palms as you felt one of his hands make contact with your ass, your walls tightening around his cock. “You humans are so predictable,” he noted with a chuckle.
“Always like being spanked.”
You moaned loudly, ignoring the way the sound filled the cave along with the lewd wet sounds of his cock entering your soaked cunt repeatedly and the sound of your skin hitting his with each thrust.
“Was the last guardian this rough with you?” he asked, his grip on your hips tightening, fingers digging into your bare waist.
‘How did he know about that? Could he smell it?’
You shook your head, moan after moan leaving your lips as your head hung, unable to keep it up anymore.
“I can tell. He was too tame. Too soft on you.”
You raised your head to speak but let out a yelp as you felt a sharp pain in your back just above your hip. “What are you doing?” you yelled as you felt Wooyoung’s tongue run over the same spot.
“Marking you,” he answered. You whined, pulling against the restraints. “What about your venom? Isn’t that gonna make me pass out?”
Wooyoung let out another chuckle. “I didn’t inject any venom this time,” he answered. “Just teeth, sweetheart.”
You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself unable as one of his hands grabbed the bindings around your wrists, pulling back and pulling you into his thrusts. “Stop talking,” he growled. “You’re going to ruin this with your words.”
You obeyed his demand, simply moaning loudly, each thrust drawing whimpers and groans as you neared your peak. He wasn’t far behind, his thrust growing sloppier and more erratic told you he was about to blow any moment.
As your walls convulsed around him, you finally tumbled over the edge, coming with a loud, wanton moan, your cunt gripping him tightly.
Wooyoung wasn’t far behind, his grip on your hips tighter, his sharp nails digging into your flesh as he came with a growl, hips stilling as he flooded your abused hole with his sticky seed.
Each spurt inside you made his throbbing cock twitch until it subsided, thick strings of the viscous fluid leaking from you and spilling onto the cave floor.
Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your body shuddering as you came down from your high.
“That certainly was interesting,” Wooyoung said from behind you, slightly breathless. You winced as he pulled his cock free from your cunt, more of his seed spilling onto the floor. “And don’t worry about that,” he added as he moved to release your arms from their bonds.
“I’ve mated with enough human women to know we aren’t compatible.”
Your legs shook as Wooyoung lowered you to your feet, his strong hands holding you steady. “You alright?” he asked softly, watching you carefully. You nodded slowly. “Just a little wobbly,” you admitted. Wooyoung chuckled as he let go.
Your eyes landed on the knife he’d thrown away earlier, now laying at your feet.
“Well,” he said suddenly, drawing your attention. You looked up at him as he removed the key from around his neck. “A deal is a deal,” he added, holding out the string for you to take. You extended your hand and took the key from him.
“Here are your clothes,” he added, also holding out your shorts and panties.
You took them hesitantly and glanced up at him.
“You’re really going to let me go?” You asked softly.
He nodded. “Unless you’d prefer I eat you,” he answered with a devilish grin. “I’m being generous. Leave before I change my mind.”
With that, you hurried past him. “Take a left at the fork,” he called to you as he disappeared into the blackness behind you. You hurried down the tunnel, stopping briefly to pull your clothes back on, making sure to button your blouse and shorts back up before glancing at the key in your hand.
You heard a shift echo in the tunnel and quickly continued on, taking the left at the fork and noticed how the rock began to give way to wooden shelves, lined with books. The door came into view and you reached it, twisting the knob and throwing it open, slamming it shut behind you and leaning against it for support.
Glancing up you were met with the sight of Seonghwa looking at you from the desk.
“Welcome back,” he called, setting his quill down and bringing his hands together.
“I trust you were successful?”
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Meet my spidersona, Spiny Spidey, inspired by the spiny-backed orb weaver~ 🕷️🔮🕸️
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Arachnophobia: A bedrock edition mod
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Hunstman spiders are active predators which spawn the same areas as wolf spiders (vanilla spiders) at a slightly less common rate. They behave mostly the same as wolf spiders, but are much faster and vary in size, larger huntsman spiders are more common in warmer climates.
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Cellar spiders (also known as daddy longlegs) are common cave dwellers that solemn move unless disturbed. Upon spawning they will seek out or build a web and lie perfectly still until another mob touches it. Their venom isn't lethal, but beware that they can easily trap you in silk if you don't pay attention to where you're going.
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The vinegaroon is a strange arachnid resembling a cross between a spider and a scorpion, they spawn in swamps and jungles in the dark. Vinegaroons are not venomous, but instead have the ability to spray acid projectiles from their abdomen. Real life vinegaroon acid is akin to vinegar (hence their name), but arachnophobia's vinegaroon sprays hydrochloric acid instead, and it can destroy some blocks.
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Jumping spiders are commonly found in densely wooded biomes and are typically docile to players. Though they have very little health, they hit hard for their size and are quite agile, they also specialize in hunting other spiders and deal twice as much damage to arachnids. Jumping spiders can be tamed by giving them spider eyes, they can sit on your head and will immediately pounce on any threat. Like frogs, jumping spiders have three variants based on the climate they spawn in.
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Whip spiders are cave dwelling arachnids which are not venomous, but they hit hard and they are absurdly fast. Whip spiders are highly aggressive and cannibalistic towards their own kind, but only sometime attack players unprovoked, every once in a while one will run up and punch you, launching you tens of blocks away. If a hostile mob is nearby, the whip spider will wave its "antennae", and will wave them more intensely if a particularly dangerous mob is near, just remember that the mob only has to be a potential threat to the whip spider, so it'll warn you if there's something less dangerous to players such as an iron golem.
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The harvestman (also called the daddy longlegs, a title it shares with the cellar spider) is a harmless omnivore arachnid that spawns in roofed forests and redwoods. Harvestmen can be mounted if you feed them a poisonous potato, and controlled with a special item. If a predatory arachnid is nearby, the harvestman will panic and flee, becoming incredibly fast when mounted.
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Neith is a powerful boss which can be summoned using a special eye rarely dropped by spiders, and alternates between melee, ranged and AOE attacks, and has the ability to control spiders. If you defeat Neith, she will reward you with a special armor which can be infused with the shed exoskeleton of an arachnid to gain their abilities, receiving both a buff and debuff (e.g. jumping spider armor allows you to jump super far, but it also makes you tiny).
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The tarantula is a huge spider that sometimes spawns in caves above y coordinate 45 and cannot be controlled by neith, as she considers them to be heathens. Tarantulas are territorial and solemn go far from their home, and prefer to hunt at night. They will attack any other mob and will defend their territory fiercely from other tarantulas, once it's day they retreat to their caves, their aggro radius is halved and they will warn you before attacking.
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One of serveral non-arachnids in the mod, moths are flying insects which commonly spawn at night in most overworld biomes and have a variety of biome specific variants, are frequently preyed upon by arachnids, especially web spiders such as the daddy longlegs. Moths are harmless although some variants are poisonous (they inflict debuffs if you hit them, but don't actually fight back), and will start to slowly die if they exist in the world for too long. Moths will often fly towards länterns, and will follow you if you hold one, they also have a rare chance to drop their wings which can be equipped.
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The wolf spider is literally just the vanilla minecraft spider, but remodeled. It's behavior has not been altered in any way.
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Like the wolf spider, the redback spider is the vanilla cave spider but redesigned.
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Emperor scorpions can be found in tropical biomes at night. They are not very fast, but are large and powerful and can use their shield-like pincers to deflect attacks.
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Deathstalkers are scorpions that spawn in arid biomes at night, especially in deserts. They are much smaller and weaker than emperors, but possess deadly venom.
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A massive semi-aquatic arachnid, the thunder scorpion is a force to be reckoned with. Thunder scorpions do not spawn naturally, and instead are found in a similar way to the sniffer, since like the sniffer it is also an extinct prehistoric species.
Thunder scorpions can be raised and will be docile towards whoever raises them, but to anything and anyone else they can become aggressive, they start out very small and grow very slowly, but over a long time will continue to grow and become an eventually unstoppable killing machine. The modern day atmosphere is much different from that of the thunder scorpion's original time period, meaning that fully grown thunder scorpions slowly grow weaker until they inevitably die.
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dingusdemeanour · 6 months
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Day 2: Spiders
Meowpheus encounters his first house spider.
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