#arachnid!peter

“can’t?” you smile into the kiss, completely unaware of the raging turmoil inside your devastatingly cute neighbor’s head. 

“i promised myself i wouldn't- that i wouldn't-” he mumbles incoherently, but he’s grabbing at your bottom lip with his mouth as soon as he utters the jumbled words.

“wouldn’t what? come into my apartment? kiss me? give me the time of day?” you tease, kissing slowly down his neck while peter whimpers out in absolute shock at how good it feels to have your mouth on his pulse…again. “fuck me?” you add to your teasing with a whispered voice against his ear, giggling when you hear a shattered whine escaping his throat.

“hhaaa- you can’t just say that to me” peter gasps at your new found forwardness, a side of you he is yet to adapt to, his brows turn in awe at the ceiling while you just grow amused at his reactions.

"then what?"

"i don't- its complicated"

“you’re really are a tough egg to crack peter parker”

it takes everything in him not to sob on the very spot. this is the first time you’ve said his name in years. its the first time in a while you’ve said it like that too. 

peter's almost 100% sure he won’t be able to live with himself after this.

that his selfish want let things get this far. that it lead to him going against every single moral code he’s ever abided by. 

now that he’s pathetically clinging to every touch, every flex of your tongue over his, every ounce of attention that's pouring into him like water after a heavy drought. 

god he had been so alone, so pitifully alone after that god forsaken spell, it’s driven him to near insanity. it’s driven him to do the most vile thing he’s ever done.

it caused for him to chase after you. the person he’s been keeping a watchful eye over for god knows how long now, keeping you at a distance from his dangerous life. the only person his every truly loved. his first and only girlfriend. or well, ex-girlfriend to be exact.

you. who has no actual memory of who peter parker really is, or how fucking badly he hurt you in the first place or how it drove you to eventually break up with him. 

"we can stop this if you want" you say, with a patient and sincere look in your eyes, just to make things all the more worse.

just so it dawns on him how truly awful he really is.

“no, please-” he begs. shaking his head frantically. peter can’t control the words that spill out of him in desperation “i've always wanted you like this, you’re-“ 

-everything to me. i love you, so so much. he completes inside his head. 

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(a few hours earlier) 

“hey! i know you!”

your words and voice aggressively ricochet against all the walls inside peter’s head. he nearly chokes on what he’s convinced is actually poison and not a cocktail drink.

even if this was inadvertently what he seeking after, even when he could sense you were closing in on him with his heightened senses, he didn’t expect for you to acknowledge his presence. at least not so damn quickly. 

peter had grown far too used to being a spectator to your life, never an active participant. 

“you do?” peter asks, his voice hilariously raw from coughing. his heart is thrumming inside his chest at your mere proximity. 

a part of him thinks you’ve miraculously remembered who he is. 

but no, its a stone-cold fact that the mind altering spell erased all memories of him from you. the good as well as the bad. 

all the nights your sweet boyfriend peter left you waiting and worried sick about him. all the times he lied to you about his whereabouts or the severity of his injuries. all the times he promised he would be there for you only for him to prioritize his duty as the friendly neighborhood spider-man. all gone.

theres one thing the spell clearly hadn’t erased though, and that is your blatant attraction towards him. if the way you’re looking at him now is any indication. 

“yeah! you’re 107 right? you live in my building? the guy that keeps getting noise complaints” you chirp, an oblivious and easy smile on your face.

theres also a teasing lilt to your voice that peter remembers all too well. the hairs on his arms stand on end in response, it makes him lightheaded with the painful familiarity of it all. 

“ah. yeah!” he laughs, not not embarrassed about his growing reputation of causing a ruckus every now and then. “that’s uh- definitely me”

he attempts to do a playful tone, trying so hard to mask how he's struggling to breathe properly under your heated gaze. 

“so like- are you actively trying to avoid me or?” you tease. 

yep, he has. at least up until today. 

“no of course not, why um- why would you think that?” peter blurts out, he shakes his head so defensively that he curls on his forehead dance. 

“you’re always running off”

“i’m just kind of busy all the time, its nothing personal i swear” he answers, he tries to be nonchalant but his voice wavers anyways.

personal is all it is really.  

its the reason peter moved into the same building as you to begin with, its the reason he panics and flees every time he sees you in his vicinity, its also the reason he’s at this damn house party filled with people he doesn’t even know. 

it’s painfully and horridly personal, the reason he’s been trailing after you relentlessly for years.

and even when your life had moved on pass the need for peter parker, he couldn’t find it himself to stop then either. 

“okay, busy guy” you giggle, all too smitten by his awkwardness in the same way you were the first first time you met him “wanna join me for a drink?”

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peter knows theres no absolution to what he's doing, but that doesn't stop him from moaning into the crook of your neck a crazed chant of "baby, baby, baby, shit- you feel so fucking good"

he can't stop the wave of possessiveness that crawls up his being now that you're finally under him, moaning his name exactly how he envisioned you would.

the way he always tried to imagine it each night he slipped a hand down his plaid pajama bottoms to relieve the aching need burning inside him.

it was torture, to see you walking down the hallways smiling at your phone without sparing him a glance, to see you conversing happily with the rest of your neighbors, to pass by your apartment door and hear you laughing with your shiny new friends.

it was torture, when instead of laughs he heard something else. your moans, sighs of pleasure in response to people that weren't him. strangers that you brought into your apartment and then never saw again. strangers who dared touch what had always been his.

peter would stand outside, his feet anchored below him, blushing crimson red with the shame of even daring to listen in to the cacophony of debauched noises. the seething jealousy eating him alive.

now, the memory of all those times just switch on something visceral inside him.

something possessive and plain animalistic.

suddenly he hears not only his heartbeat ringing in his ears, but yours too. suddenly, your whispered sighs of his name reverberate so loudly into his ears it almost startles him and shakes him.

its all overstimulating, your touch, your kisses, your sounds, the warmth inside you that wraps around him like a vice, but he loves it. every second of it.

he's so lost in you that he doesn't even realize theres a momentary worried look on your face when he lifts up for a needy kiss mid frenzied thrusts.

"peter- your eyes, they-" you say, before he's silencing your concerned string of words with his tongue slipping inside your mouth.

oh right. he thinks. that happens lately.

his eyes have turned unnaturally pitch black. they have overtaken and overshadowed all the sweetness from his face.

all sweetness has been erased from his movements too, peter grows instinctive with every push of himself inside, like muscle memory has kicked in, he hisses against your neck when you scratch at his back in retaliation.

there really was nothing sweet about what he was doing to begin with.

"you're made for me right?, i knew we were made for each other baby-" peter groans, his voice is considerably deeper this time around.

"peter? what are you-" you ask, a little bit horrified, but theres no denying that even though his words and his sudden change in appearance is confusing, your body is far too busy responding to everything else he's doing to you.

its why your legs wrap around his middle to bring him that much closer, so close you begin to lose track of where he ends and you begin.

the blinding pleasure outweighs the shock of his next sentence as it slips out in the form of a tortured growl against your lips.

pervert.

he had installed small baby like spider cameras throughout the apartment without you knowing & has been watching you ever since. the times where he would catch you masturbating on the couch, legs spread with your fingers rubbing against your clit, occasionally dipping into your wet hole to use as lube on your clit— your hand gripping your breast, bucking up into your touch as you whined quietly. he would stare at his phone screen from a random public bathroom as he stood in a stall, his phone in his right hand while his left hand jerked his cock at a rapid pace until he came, shooting his seed all over the stall, but he didn’t stop. he kept going until you did; following your pace.

panty sniffer

any time you came home from doing something productive, like going to the gym for example— you’d come home a little musky; your sweat mixed with your cocoa butter that you had rubbed all over your body drew him insane. he'd greet you normally, hoping you didn’t hear the waving in his voice as you walked off into the bathroom to go bathe. you threw your dirty clothes into your laundry basket as you went into the bathroom, closing the door behind you & that’s when he had rushed into the bedroom; going through the clothes before he picked out your damp panties, putting them to his nose as he inhaled. his head felt light as his shorts began to feel extremely tight, his hands dipping into his shorts as he began to jerk himself off to the scent of your damp goodness.

switch

i say he's a switch, but with a more dom lean. soft dom? hard dom? it honestly depends on what he’s feeling, but sometimes he has his moments where he wants to be dominated & told what to do. for instance, that one time he kept tickling you on your stomach since he knew you were extremely ticklish, so he started to blow raspberries on it before you violently pulled on his hair to stop him, which made him stifle back a moan but something in him enjoyed that. since that day, he’s been hinting at you to tug his hair, randomly wanting you to rub your fingers through it, massaging his scalp, before he told you flat out, "pull my hair, i love it when you do that." he said with a straight face with slight pink tinted cheeks.

a pussy drunk slut.

there was once a time where he fucked you for 5 hours straight, hips moving nonstop as he babbled into your ear about how good your pussy felt around his solid cock. he held onto you as he shut his eyes tightly, nibbling on your skin. the amounts of "oh god"’s & "you feel so good" in you ear had your stomach turn in the best way possible. it was like he wants to live inside you forever, never wanting to separate & keep himself deep inside your warm body but, was once a time where he had bottomed out— he fucked you for so long to the point he rang himself dry, shooting blanks, drool seeping from the side of his lips as he looked down at the way he was fucking himself into you. the sight making an audible whimper leave his mouth,, something you could get used to hearing often— but when his his snapped again against yours, his cock throbbing violently as nothing came out, webs from his wrists shot out nonstop before it oozed, making you both look at each other in surprise. "you.. just came from your wrists..?" you asked in confusion before you started giggling before full on laughter, he pulled out with a little frown out of embarrassment, "i think i did, i had no more in me but my wrists did.." he admitted but you had an idea.

playing with the holes his webs comes out of.

other than his dick & hair, his wrists are extremely sensitive, so you decided to try something out. you had pulled him into your room & laid him on the bed, typing him up but you had his wrists tied above his head. he was clearly excited, his dick standing up at attention through his shorts once again as you straddled him. "i wanted to try something out, more like.. an experiment.." you told him with a smile. he looks up at you with a nod, "okay, whatever you want, my love." he told you as he looked up at you with his big shiny black eyes. you could get used to being on top more but anyway, you snapped out of your thoughts as you grabbed your vibrator & turned it on. he only looked at you with a slight bit of confusion before you put it on one of his wrist, making him squirm immediately while panting out. "f-fuck, b-b..hng!!~ baby, wait!..~" he pleaded as he continued to writhe underneath you until you sat your full weight down on him, making him squirm less as his hands turned into fists. his eyes rolled back as he bit back a moan but you weren’t satisfied. you pushed the vibrator harder onto his web shooter while you used your other hand to gently tease his other web shooter, dipping your finger sightly into his hole which made him tremble aggressively. you looked down at him & he was a mess; face red, forehead wet from sweat, his cock extremely hard to the touch as he tensed, "oh f-fuuuckk!!~" he screamed as he came, his cum leaking through his shorts while his wrists shot more webs out that usual, making you giggle in delight before you got off of him & let his wrists go, "that’s all i wanted to do." you said with a smile as he stared at you in disbelief while he was still catching his breath.