ravenous arachnid tasm!peter parker x reader
“I’m insensitive, I’m irresponsible, and I’m hungry..”
warnings: making out, some fluff some not (sort of), spidey senses are WAY off, peter wants to eat you?! #ficfetti
ship: tasm!peter parker x reader
summary: your boyfriend, peter parker (who happens to be the one and only spider-man) gets home late to your apartment you both had just moved into together. it seems as though when he lets himself in from the bedroom window on the 29th floor his spidey senses are.. more unusal than they normally would be.
a/n: hey hey!! a few weeks ago I saw someone's headcanons for peter on tumblr and one of which said something/ explained how spiders can have a really high metabolism (to where they can eat a looooot) SO hypothetically.. peter could do the same because spidey senses are REAL and he would like get a cute food bump and get really shy about it and I just- I THINK THAT'S CUTE. so enjoi. love u guys!!!
it's a cold autumnal night in new york city. it was quiet in your apartment. you had just barely gotten into bed after anticipating your boyfriend, spider-man himself, to arrive back home to you.
like any superhero would, he was out protecting the city and citizens from earthly chaos. he claims that because he was able to develop his super-strength and other worldly powers it is his responsibility to use them for good. you had admiration for his willingness to risk his life to help the people of new york every night.
you stare blankly at the ceiling of your bedroom. it was always a worry when peter wouldn't get home from patrolling for more than a few hours. a wave of paranoia crept in the back of your mind at the thought of him being in danger- but of course what he was doing was dangerous.
the glowing twilight coming from your window reflected on your silk pillow case.
you lie there momentarily- thoughts concerning peter's safety running endlessly.
until suddenly: you hear a small knock coming from the fire escape. the window draws open from the bottom up. it’s peter.
peter manages to pull the window open all of the way. he swings his legs over the ledge and lets a breathy sigh of exhaustion escape his cracked, bitten lips.
blood threatens to leave his bottom lip as he's almost punctured it. other than that, though, he seems to be okay. droplets of sweat gleam where his forehead meets his fluffed chocolaty hair. he rests his clad body on the sill as he catches his breath.
“hi, you okay? It’s kind of late.” you approach him at the window and reach for his hands, just gently grasping them. you graze your thumbs down the veins running over his knuckles.
peter shakes his head and stands up with caution.
you can’t help but feel a mix of concern and awestruck when he learns against your body to brace himself.
“no, yeah. I know. I’m sorry I don’t like keeping you up like this I just-“
"peter. I'm just glad you're here."
you cut his short explanation off by kissing him on the mouth. it's soft and sweet at the start- but peter corresponds to your movement much rougher and with just an ounce of desperation.
peter bites your bottom lip softly; he savors the sweet taste of your cherry chap stick with a hint of iron.
the piquant flavors he tastes on you must only urge him further.
he takes your hips into his grip, pulling you forward towards him. "god- you smell so.. good."
you reach for the nape of his neck and play with some of the hair he has there. you can feel goosebumps arise on your arms at the feeling of his touch.
peter abruptly breaks the kiss with a quiet groan. he reluctantly releases his hands off your body. he reaches for the seam of his spidey-suit. he peels it off, leaving it on the floor as he heads for the door in now only his boxers.
“I’m sorry bub. I’m so hungry.”
peter? abandoning you in the midst of making out? this, now this, confused you. it was unlike him to withdrawal from an intimate moment; especially because he's always very infatuated with physical touch from you.
when you first found out about peter's spider-like abilities gained from the radioactive spider, you had done tons of research on how spiders behave.
it turns out that they are heavily reactive in the presence of females and their pheromones.
not only that, but when peter had received physical touch from you or been around you in general, he would purr. not like a cat, but as spiders do through sending vibrations from their lower appendages to communicate.
he was just reactive in general when it came to being around you. but still, it a rare occurrence for him to be this hormonal.
you follow peter as he enters the dimly lit kitchen. a blue light illuminates the area as he opens the fridge searching for food; like somewhat of predator.
“Is it hot in here to you? ‘m really warm.” he mumbles, not averting his focus from the fridge.
peter shuffled through the various groceries you had picked up earlier that day.
“are you sure you’re okay?” typically, when peter would finish patrolling the streets of new york for the night he would be hungry, of course, but everything else..? you weren’t so sure.
this odd behavior he had was strange. you had never seen peter so needy. it was endearing nonetheless.
he doesn't break to respond to your inquiry. after another moment of watching his centralization on the fridge and it's contents, he comes up from crouching on the kitchen floor with his firm, muscular arms wrapped around a variation of prepackaged food.
he holds a pint of phish food ben and jerry's, approximately three slices of banana bread, a half eaten sub sandwich, a pickle, a pepper jack cheese stick, a tupperware containing something unknown and yellow, and an apple (for balance).
you raise an eyebrow in utter curiosity of what his next move will be.
will he actually eat all of that in one sitting??
if you had the metabolism of a spider, you probably would too.
peter locks eyes with you and notices your questioning gaze. not breaking eye contact with you he lifts his arms still carrying all of his SHIT and coyly places it on the kitchen counter. slowly, you enter the kitchen and sit on the kitchen island adjacent to peter. he doesn't even bother to move to the dining table!
peter slings a web to the cabinets where the dishware is stored, just below the ceiling. he curls up on the web and shoots another few webs to bring his grub back to his cradle on top of the cabinets.
the glow of the floor lamp outside the bedroom highlighted the drool pooling at his lip daring to escape his mouth. another thing you had learned from your extensive spider research was that peter wasn't able to produce venom, so he instead would excrete a lot of drool- and not only at the slight of food.
in a matter of ten minutes or so, peter finishes his meal. peter wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and leans back against the wall, just resting as the food settles in his stomach. after a moment, he steadies himself back down to the ground, taking an armful of trash down with him.
you slide off of the counter and stifle a laugh. "better? I didn't think you could finish."
you exchange a glance and he blushes in embarrassment. "hey.. I was really, really hungry bub."
peter puts the trash in the garbage next to the kitchen island. suddenly he decides to finish his act from earlier.
"I believe it." he rests his arm on your side and pulls you closer. peter seems to be much calmer now that he's had a cure all for his hunger.
a sleepy haze looms over his eyes that are struggling to stay open to look at your pretty face. he places a kiss to your cheek and it's much softer than the way he had kissed you fifteen minutes ago.
you take his hand in yours once again. "do you want to sleep now?" you ask.
with a nod, peter drags you behind him back to bed.
you both crawl into the covers. neither of you release hands. cold air drafts into the room from the window that has remained open. the city noise slowly lulls peter into a deep slumber.
he sighs. "y/n, I have to admit," you move your free hand to brush some hair out of his eyes. you speak in just a whisper. "yeah, pete? what is it?"
he quietly lets out a self conscious laugh. "I'm actually really full. like really." a soft, uncomfortable whine lingers behind his words.
"oh, I'm sure." you say. you move your hand down to rub his side in hopes that he'll somehow feel better. playfully, he glares at you. the loving look in his deep brown eyes contradict the expression he attempts to give.
you both break into a smile.
"I missed you today. I swung by your window, probably, ten times. I wanted to come home sooner."
you trace the lines across his toned abdomen- his satiation was obvious by his temporary distention and the warmth coming from his stomach.
his gaze meets your fatigued, but still joyous smile. you look up, "I missed you a lot. I was waiting for so long I didn't know when you would get back."
his legs tangle with yours under the bed sheets. it's comforting how peter settles his body touching yours.
"I'll always come home to you, angel."
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