#drider

He thought you had kept him alive for this long because you loved him so much.

So when you wake him up in the middle of the night, telling him you're hungry, and are getting cravings, he bursts out into tears. He knows what's about to come. So he starts to say goodbye to you and your baby bump, giving you both kisses before closing his eyes tight.

You lie next to him confused, because you just wanted ice cream. After a couple of seconds of silence, your husband opens his eyes and you both just stare at each other, completely baffled with each other.

You explain to him how you wanted ice cream and if he would be so kind and go get it for you. He nearly breaks down again because you weren't going to eat him.

In the end he gets you that ice cream, and he cuddles you while you eat it.

🕷🕸Drider!PV x Thief!SM🕸🕷

if you understand what it's referring to- you're freaky

I'm thinking about driders again, but like as an egg laying creature getting nasty with a human the eggs would either have to be tiny and grow after being inseminated or come pre-inseminated when they are laid in someone/something.

So what if you're dating a drider, and they plead to you to help them, to let them express their eggs and feel better as they are getting backed up, so you agree to help after getting shown a small pea sized gelatinous egg that your partner swears won't get any bigger. Enjoying the usually pleasurable act of getting fucked by your drider, but gasping as they make sure to lift and hold your hips tight against them, letting out an odd noise before you begin to feel them.

The tiny little eggs finding their home inside you, if you're a person with a womb/cervix, feeling a slight pressure and sharp pain, that dulls out after your dear spider makes sure to administer a small dose of venom, something to numb out the pain of the ovipositor slipping into you. Being left dazed and stuffed full of those small beady eggs once all is said and done, cradled gently against their chest as they clean you up afterwards, nuzzling into the side of your face and pressing gentle kisses across each of your cheeks before settling in for the night ready for the following day and their help expelling the abundance of eggs.

Only to wake the following day and realise that what has only been a small bump had grown, your drider laying their head on your chest, hand splayed over the tightened skin chittering happily to themselves, as multiple black eyes shift to look up at you, softly murmuring that clearly the two of you are more compatible than expected as their eggs had clearly taken.

Looking all but pitiful as they simper at you to let them stay in just a little longer, for them?