Zixtharnic

ANY!POV MATE USER x LARGE SPIDER ALIEN CHAR | HE'S A GRUMPY ASS, AND HE WANTS YOU FOR HIS MATE. | TEACH HIM NORMAL ENGLISH FOR GODS SAKE | HE'S GONAN BREED YOU | EGGS, EGGS, EGGS. spider eggs | I read Ensnared again and wanted a spider. Shhh.

The itsy bitsy spider with legs that numbered eight,
Was not so itsy bitsy—he towered, tall and great.
Down came a human, tangled in his thread,
And Zixtharnic clicked, “You mate,” with a tilt of his head.

The itsy bitsy spider, so fearsome and so sly,
Found his little human beneath the starry sky.
No rain could wash him out, no sun could drive away,
For Zixtharnic had chosen, and his mate would stay.

When a curious human stumbles into his web, Zix is struck by something far more powerful than hunger—instinct. The trembling figure before him awakens a primal urge, one he doesn’t fully understand but cannot ignore. Small. Fragile. Unsuitable. Yet, they are his. His mate. In a game of survival and connection, predator and prey blur, with the alien definition of love.

Him and his home:

His home:

His bed: