Note: Looked thru my notes and found this draft I’d forgotten about. Imaginary is sadly not a memorable movie lol. Cute guy(der), tho.
Imagine Simon performing a mating dance for you.
When you entered the Ever After with Jessica and Gloria, it was with the intention of rescuing the former’s stepdaughter. But, as you followed her gaze to the ceiling, the realization you might have to be a sacrificial lamb overrode any fight response.
“Go,” you whispered, ready to slap Jessica’s back to spur her into action. She hesitated just a sec before bolting.
Having accepted your fate, your mind quickly wandered to what you must look like, through its many eyes. Five on each side. While you warily studied Simon’s face, he scaled down the wall, wondering if you were paralyzed with fear.
Looks like he wouldn't be needing his venom. Still, you were female, he was male. There was always the possibility you might feel the need to consume him while carrying your egg sac. You might want the nutrients. Humans were omnivorous, after all. Better get you used to being bound with his thread sooner than later.
“What?”
It took Simon a sec to realize he’d spoken aloud. You put your two hands up. In protest, though Simon the Spider interpreted it differently.
He raised his own forearms and shimmied side to side. Smugly gnashing his fangs. He’d been formulating a much more drawn out ritual. Your reaction was very convenient. And hotter. The spider monster wouldn’t have to sedate you to make you watch the entirety of his dance.
This corridor was not your tomb. It was your bridal bed. And all he needed was your go ahead to spin you a “bridal veil.”
You didn’t know where a spinneret would be on his body. Or how he was even planning on mating you. No pedipalps. So Simon probably wasn’t going to smear his own semen on his face before transporting it to your vagina. Probably.
Mental images of tarsi resting on your hips, occasionally massaging your distended middle, made you clench. Sensing your sole pair of legs tremble, Simon writhed closer and closer. Even beckoning to you with the underdeveloped limbs on his chest.
A little bit of web bondage didn’t seem so bad anymore.
Your own imagination was considering all the boons of allowing yourself to be seduced by an arachnid entity. Besides, it was probably in Jessica’s best interest to make her imaginary friend your imaginary friend with benefits.