The Little Spider And The Pornstar.
(Warning: use of homophobic slurrs by a closeted Homosexual, and mentions of homophobic abuse.)
Arackniss considered himself a serious movie buff, The spider owning the largest collection of the best films in existance, at least as far as he knew.
The major problem with being a cinemaphile in Hell was, they were really expensive, like arm and a leg expensive.
You could get cheaper versions, but they were always dog shit quality.
It was a real struggle for the Arachnid.
Now, when he'd first gotten your film, it had been as a joke. He'd just finished another job and was searching the shelves for something that caught his interest.
He hadn't found anything good, all the decent films were so obviously bootleg shit. There covers all generic. So he grabbed the first thing that looked decent and it happened to be some cheesy looking porno.
He usually wouldnt be caught dead watching that crap. But he figured watching some terrible actors have sex with some overplayed music could be funny.
So grabbing some beer on the way home, he pulled up a chair and popped it on.
First thing he noticed was the fairly decent quality, at least for porno standards. It began with the usual cheesy acting and music you'd expect from a low budget porno.
But then something happened...
Your very appearance seemed to cause a shift in the movie, his attention utterly drawn to you.
You were a tall, elegant looking demon and your performance, he couldnt believe he was saying this about a porno, but it was... Amazing.
Even more surprising was that the rest of the movie... was good. Like it actually had a plot and that plot actually worked with the porn.
But you were definitely the main attraction.
Every scene you preformed was amazing, your acting. Was. Spot. On. The only downside was the obvious low budget.
Every emotion, every word you spoke. Was Perfect.
And Hell... even the, uh... The sex scenes were bearable. At least the ones with you in them.
Although he was definetly watching the chick you were screwing. And not you. Because, If he was, that was gay. And Arackniss was NOT gay.
When he finished the film, he was honestly left wanting more. As cheesy as it was, he wanted more of you.
He must have watched the film half a dozen more times, finding new things about your preformance to appreciate with each viewing.
Eventually he just couldn't get you out of his head. The spider couldn't stop thinking about you.
Your elegance. Your voice. Your B-body... Your Acting! Yup that's it. Your acting. Your Super amazing acting.
And after checking the credits, he discovered you not only acted in it, but you also produced and wrote it.
All that making it even more impressive. As the writing was actually pretty good. Between the sex scenes at least.
So after a while, when he needed a fix of well... you. He found his way back to the sleezy film store he'd found your first film at, asking the clerk for every film he had of you.
Gathering the films, the clerk gave him a sleezy look, asking If he was a fan.
Arackniss scowled, sarcastically replying with "Nah, Just buyin 'em to add some variety on movie night with the folks." Before snatching them up and storming out of the shop.
He spent the next two weeks watching your films. They were all pornos, naturally, but he didn't really mind.
Watching them one after the other, he found each one more impressive then the last.
Your films covered an impressive variety of genres. From; Westerns, Romance, Science Fiction, Crime noirs even some impressive fantasy flics.
There was a particular scene in a war film.
You were dressed up in in fancy uniform, playing The 'Commander' while a smaller, grey spider demon was playing your 'soldier'.
You were I'm a bunker, the two of you having been stuck in there for something, but the music picked up and you... well You fucked the brains out of the smaller grey demon.
And the thing that really got to him was just... just how mush he and the soldier demon looked alike.
Each time he watched it his breathing would get heavy, chest tightening as his body really got hot and bothered.
The camera work only increasing this feeling, the camera would swap between your and the 'Soldiers' perspectives.
He went through each film, enjoying and appreciating a new aspect to the film with each viewing.
The whole time he was watching these films, he always told himself it was as a movie buff.
When he rewatched a movie it was just to better appreciate the cinematography, to appreciate the dialogue or your acting.
And to be fair, he did really appreciate these aspects, as he believed they were important part of any movie and believed they could make or break a film.
But with your films... he didn't really care about any of that.
With each watch and rewatch, his attention was solely on one thing.
You were so captivating. Your looks, your body, the way you walked and talked, how passionately you did your job.
He... didn't like men.
He wasn't like his brother. But with you... you had an affect on the more primitive, hormonal part of his brain... well it found you very attractive. And thus his body acted accordingly.
Normally when his body acted... accordingly, he'd usually just have a very cold shower, and shrug it off to not ever getting any tail.
But once in a while, as much as he liked to pretend he didn't... he would "indulge" these urges, pleasuring himself while fantasising about you.
As the weeks went by this obsession grew exponentially, until almost all his free time was spent thinking about you.
As such, when he heard you were in town, bearly 20 minutes away from his place to host a party for your newest movie.
He snapped to action, jumping in his car and flooring it to the venue.
When he did arrive, he found a mob of people excitedly getting signitures or photos as the big wigs walked into the building.
And behind them were a line of security, each one packing major heat.
So he had to think outside the box. Which wasnt hard for him, he knew just how to get into the building.
All he had to do was climb to the roof of the neighbouring building. Jump across to the building you were in. Pick a few locks. Slip inside. Sneak past a dozen guards, and BAM, he was inside the venue.
He was used to staying invisible around powerful demons, part of living under a powerful mobster father, so he could Slip by pretty easily.
The spider quickly found you. It wasn't hard, you were easily the most attractive person in the room... or at least that's what he would say if he was gay. Which he wasn't.
He found you mingling with other famous and wealthy demons. Welcoming and speaking to each of them.
He just stared at you, watching as you had a conversation with a rather pudgy demon, a floozy on each arm.
It took a while but, eventually you did pull away from the conversation. Going off to find a nook to scribble something into your notebook. The spider taking the chance and get close, approaching you through the crowd.
But as he got close he and he was about to speak to you He... He choked.
He hadn't though this far ahead, he had no idea what to say.
What do you even say to someone so... otherworldly. How could he hope to get close to you.
It was as he stood there, blankly staring at you that you noticed him. Looking up to find a rather anxious looking spider demon.
Snapping out of his inner conflict, he steeled his nerves, only to look up and find you staring at him.
The spider froze, a light blush crossing his cheeks before you looked him up and down and gesturing to the seat across from you. "Uuuh, seats free." You told him, a little smile crossing your lips.
Arackniss took your offer, sitting down, face aflush as he desperately though of what to say.
You stared at him, the little spider awkwardly sitting there, twiddling his thumbs. After a long moment of silence, you let out a little laugh, shaking your head before asking him coyly "Your a fan, aren't you?"
The spider seized up, trying and failing to sputter something out. But when he saw you calmly staring at him, he sighed, "Yeah, I'm a fan, a big Fan." He told you, looking up at you.
You smiled, leaning back in your seat as you looked him up and down. "Well, maybe not a big fan..." You chuckled, referring to obviously smaller stature.
"Then again..." You purred, Glancing down at his crotch. The action making the spider break into a flustered little meltdown.
Once hed calmed down, you told him, it was clear he wasn't supposed to be there and you wanted to know how he got in.
Called in a favourite a powerful friend owed perhaps, or maybe you got a jobe with the staff so you could have a chance meeting. But even then it was clear he wasn't some servant.
Arackniss pretended to be indignant, as he began to dramatically tell you he was a very important person and could get into wherever he want-
Nah, he almost immediately give in and told you "Yeah, I'm not supposed to be here." The suddenness of the whole thing making you laugh.
Laughter made his heart skip a beat. You asked "If he wasn't invited, then how did he get in?"
The spider played it cool, checking his nails as he simply told you "It was nothin. Scale the building, slip in a window, sneak past a few guards. Easy peasy."
You smiled down at him, telling him "Very Impressive... And slightly alarming." You chuckled, looking around, "If you your here for me, who knows what you could have done to me if you found me alone." You finished with a chuckle.
Arackniss fumbled as he tried to explain he would never do such a thing. Only to be silenced by your laughing.
You told him you believed him. He didn't seem like the sleezy creeps who tended to stalk you. Plus he was funny and pretty cute.
Something that made him blush.
You laughed at that before inviting him to the bar, the spider eagerly joining you.
The two of you pulled up a stool, ordering your respective drinks before you began to chat.
You asked him about how long he'd been a fan, wondering which of your films he'd seen or which was his favorite.
The spider was a little embarrassed at admitting he was very new fan.
But made quickly up for it by listing off all your films he had seen, although he proudly proclaimed he didn't have a favorite, he loved so many things about each one he just couldn't decide.
The two of you where having a good time, talking back about your films or any future projects you had.
You chatted for a while, the conversation shifting when you asked if, maybe, hed'd like to come back to your place and, maybe... have some fun~
The spider may have blushed hard, but he didn't hesitate, not for a second. Telling you he'd love to go to your place and maybe... have some fun...
You escorted him to your waiting car, it was majestically luxurious. Fancy leather, air con, Hell, it even haf a mini bar.
But it wasn't to indulgent, it was comfortable but simple, something he thought suited you.
It was a quick drive, the two of you just sat silence, neither of you really attempting at conversation.
Your place was in the upper end of Pentagram city and compared to your neighbours, your house was practically a shack, But it was huge none the less.
You invited him, the spider happily following after you, trailing close behind you as he found many of your film posters lining the walls.
It was an impressively long list of films, there was even a few he hadn't seen yet.
Telling him to make himself comfortable, the spider shed his jacket, hanging it up. Turning around, he he found you had 'liberated' yourself from some of your clothing. Much of which were related to your pants, telling him it was your way to Relax~
Arackniss froze up, not so subtly staring your now exposed flesh.
Shaking himself out of his trance he followed you to the living room, where you had a few more drinks, the both of you getting relaxed with each other.
As the conversation went back and forth, the spider ended up asking about your passion for film, how you got into it and such.
You sighed, taking a big drink you admitted you had wanted to be an actor in life, like REALLY wanted too. And that carried on even into your afterlife.
But in Hell, all the serious movie were booked up by the famous actors and they didn't let new blood in easily. And on top of that, no one wanted to invest in some nobodies passion project.
So you added some graphic sex scenes and BAM, it was a porno. And you could always find someone willing to invest.
And you got Lucky and you found an investor and the next thing you know, you were an up and coming pornstar and directing feature films.
It kinda sucked because you did wanted to produce serious films, but Hell's economy just wouldn't allow it, so you made your films, you just added a bunch of smut.
It was annoying, but All the money and sex you got helped ease the pain.
The spider got very anxious however, when your attention turned to him, his breathing getting a little... heavy when you moved in close.
Getting closer you asked him if there was anything particular hed like to do with you. The spider sputtered, face flushing as he tried to answer you without seeming like a pervert.
He was utterly stiff as he desperately thought of what to say.
"A movie!" He blurted out, "We could watch a movie" he finished with a dust of red across his cheeks.
You grinned at him, Arackniss did his best to play it cool, but it was clear you knew how anxious he was, your smug little smile told him everything.
With a chuckle you easily pulled out a remote, pressing a button and the large cupboard before you slid open to reveal a huge ass TV.
Grabbing another remote you flicking it on, the gargantuan TV began playing one of your films.
He would have used the film as an excuse to get the subject away from his flustered state. But the problem with that was, the film you had put on, was the same war flick that had filled so much of his waking thought.
It quickly got to the scene of the small grey arachnid demon, the one he had never felt more alike too then in this moment.
The commander, played by an especially handsome looking you, was absolutely fucking the brains out of the soldier. You know, the soldier that looked just like him.
And here he found himself. Alone. In your house. With you. Watching a film you wrote and directed. Watching a demon that looked just like him, get absolutely railed by you.
And here he was. Alone. In your house. With you. The one who fucked his 'soldier' look alike.
Watching you fuck a demon that looks just like him. Watching a film, he had previously... previously given into temptation while watching.
His breathing picked up, his clothes suddenly feeling exceptionally restricting.
He tried to keep his composure, to stay calm and just watch the movie. But an increasingly growing bulge in his pants were giving away any illusion he didnt want to have sex with him.
Any attempt to keep his remaining composure was dashed when you leaned in, gently turning his head, "Have you ever done anything Naughty while watching this film~" you purred, a lecherous smile gracing your lips.
The spider could help himself, not when the item of his forbidden desire was right before him.
Leaning forwards, just as he went to kiss you. He froze.
He wanted too kiss you, oh so badly, everything in his body screamed for him to do it. But he couldn't do it.
He wasn't gay...
He pulled away, somberly looking away. Noticing him pull away "What's wrong?" You asked gently.
He didn't meet your gaze, staring at the floor as he desperately crammed all those forbidden feelings deep, deep down in his heart.
"Everything's fine." He said bluntly, not looking at you.
Finding his tone rather harsh, you asked him "Are you alright?" Arckniss took a shaky breath, pushing your hand away. "I'm. fine." He told you bluntly, this time a scowl crossed his lips.
"Arackniss... Did I do something wrong?" You asked him more firmly, sounding even more concerned then last time.
Arackniss turned to you, finding you looking rather upset. "N-n-no." He told you firmly. "Y-You... you didn't do anything wrong." He told you, voice softening ever so much.
"Then what's wrong?" You asked, turning to him.
Arackniss ran a hand down his face, "Its not... the problem isn't..." He sighed. "It's not you..." he finished bitterly.
You shot to your feet, "Then what's wrong?" You asked him, sounding even more concerned. "If there something wrong please just tell me. maybe I can help."
He could really tell you were trying. But with every word a memory, with every though, he remembered his father.
The memory of his fathers hand wrapped around his throat, aggressively telling him 'you ain't a Fag. Are you Boy?'
His breathing picked up, the spider suddenly feeling very restricted. Turning away, he tried to walk away, only to be held back. Turning to find you grabbed his arm.
"Arackniss what's wrong?" You asked him firmly, the spider clenched his teeth, holding back a scream. "Nothing his wrong, just leave me alone" he hissed.
But you didn't, instead, you turned him towards you, grabbing his shoulders. "You seemed so into it earlier." You told him, clearly confused, "If I pushed you to fast I'm sorry."
Fuck! Why did you have to sound so genuine.
Arackniss was internally fuming. It was bad enough he had to hold himself back, but now he had to deal with you being all... helpful and shit.
He pulled out of your grasp, fingers pulling at his hair. "Nothing. Is. Fucking. Wrong!" He hissed, actual tears forming his eyes. "You didn't do shit! You... your Perfect. And that's the fucking problem." He finished growling.
You moved forwards, gently asking him, "Arackniss, please... tell me what's wrong, I want to help..."
He fumed, how. fucking. DARE YOU! want to help. It was your fault he felt like this to begin with.
"You don't get it do you!" He snapped, "Its you. It all began with you."
"From the second I watched that infernal movie I haven't been able to get my mind off of you!" He screamed, moving forwards and digging a finger into your chest. "Well let me tell ya somethin, I ain't no FAG! No matter how my body may want ya, I don't like you!"
He was in tears by the end, breathing all over the place as he tried to hold it all together.
Stepping forwards you firmly cupped his face telling him "I understand Arackniss. My father was very homophobic... and would beat me whenever I showed any kind of affection for another man." You told him gently, the spider just stared you at you.
"I understand your probably going through a lot right now, it's a big thing to come to terms with, but..." You cupped his face gently, wiping away a tear, "There's nothing wrong with you Arackniss."
Arackniss froze, eyes widening as an overwhelming sense of sadness filled him. Tears began pouring from his eyes as his knees went weak.
He fell forwards, only for you to catch him, holding him close as he released years of pent up emotion.
He wailed, crying for what felt like... hours, maybe days. The whole time you just held him close, gently cooing and soothing him, holding him close.
It took a long time before he finally finished crying, but when he did, the tears just... stopped, drying up seemingly instantly.
The spider suddenly feeling so... surreal. Like years of weight and pressure were lifted from his shoulders.
Looking down at him you asked gently, "How are you feeling?"
The spider sat there for a long minute, thinking about how he felt. "I feel... free..." He finished with a tired little smile.
Looking up at you he found you smiling down at him. "That's good." You told him warmly, leaning down and planting a kiss on his forehead.
However as you tried to pull back, the spider grabbed you by the collar, pulling you into a deep kiss.
It was clumsy, but a welcome kind to be sure. The spider quickly making up for it with his passion.
You were surprised at first, but quickly smiled down at him. Cupping his face you easily took command, pulling him deeper into the kiss, having him straddle your lap.
Your kissing quickly became ravenous, the spider pressing hard into the kiss, as your mouths battled for dominance.
You kissed for a good long while, the spider's hands began to tentatively move across your body.
You parted for a moment, before you asked "Are you sure you want this?" You huffed.
The spider stayed quiet for a moment before a cocky little smile crossed his lips pulling you closer, "I've never wanted something more in my two retched lives." He growled.
You just smiled, kissing him again as you got to your feet, easily carrying the little Arachnid demon to your bedroom.
Dropping him on top of your rediculously plush bed, it was perhaps the most comfortable bed he'd ever laid on.
Your kissing continued, you both shed your clothes as you went, removing the few articles you still had on. You trailed gentle kisses down his body until you got to his pants, smirking down at him before slid off his pants, his member standing at attention.
The Spider looked up at you, a whole new flurry of internal conflict flooded through his mind. Arackniss clamping his eyes shut he tried to drown them out.
The angry, harsh voices flooding through his mind were stopped. The spider feeling you lean down and plant a gentle kiss on his lips.
Looking up, he found you, a warm smile crossing your lips as you gently stroked his cheek.
And like that... the voices seemed to all disappear.
It was a gentle moment before you kissed him again, the spider pulling you close as a new wave of hormones drowned out any hesitation he might have still had.
You kissed him gently, your hand coming up to gently tease his aroused member as you nipped and kissed his neck.
You left a trail of kisses down his chest, crouching down between his legs, you teased him before you effortlessly engulfed his member.
The pleasure causing the little spider to seize up, back arched, it didn't take long before you brought him over the edge.
You didn't hesitate, drinking it dow. Standing up you kissed him again, the spider left in shock at tasting himself in your mouth, but was quickly desensitised to it, pressing right back into the kiss.
Pulling away from your steamy kiss you stood up. Walking around the bed you quickly retreaved a small bottle of lube.
Lubbing yourself up, you grabbing his ankles before pushing the spider's leg up to his shoulders, leaving him totally exposed.
You slipped a slick finger inside him, the spider releasing a deep little moan as you slid a digit deeper into his rear. That finger was followed by another, then another.
You kept this up for a while, the spider eventually releasing a deep moan after you pressed a finger particularly deep into his ass.
After a few minutes of this, you pulled your fingers out, leaning down and locking him into another deep kiss. Lining yourself up with his rear you told him gently, "I'll go slow at first."
Arackniss gave a small nodd, "I trust you..." He told you calmly, giving you another kiss.
It was slow, the spider's back arching as you sank into him. You sank into him agonisingly slow, getting to the point where he almost screamed, "JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!"
You stopped, pulling out off him. But before the spider could complain, you flipped him over, pressing his head into the bed as you re-entered him.
His groan was deep and long as you slowly worked yourself into a rhythm, the spider releasing a deep moan as you pushed deeper and deeper into him.
Your fucking quickly grew fierce. The both of you really getting into it as you slammed in and out of him, biting your bottom lip as you slammed into him.
He felt himself getting close and after telling you as much, you lifted him up. Lifting one of his legs, you used the leverage to really pound on him.
It wasn't much longer until you both reached your peak, the spider yowling as he came. He was unabashed in admiting it was perhaps the single most intense orgasm of his life, the spider seeing stars.
You both slumped forwards, the both of you curling up in bed as you pulled him into your chest.
Nuzzling into his fuzzy hair you said lazily, "Hey..." The spider took a long moment to respond, "What's up?" He asked after a little yawn.
"You wanna..." You took a moment, taking a deep breath. "You wanna go out with me, you know, like a proper date?"
The spider didn't say anything for a long time, so much so you started to wonder if he'd fallen asleep.
But instead he turned over, looking up at you and asked, "Are you being real right now?" He asked.
You would have thought he was upset if you couldn't seen his face. He looked... Hopeful. Maybe.
Cupping his cheek, you gently told him "Yes I'm being real. I'd like to get to know you some more." You made sure to sound as genuine as possible.
The spider stared up at you for a moment before moving forwards and giving you a quick and simple kiss, pulling back and told you, "I'd love too."
Hey Hey. I'm back and I hope you enjoyed the story.
I also apologise for the slurs, but Arackniss likely holds a lot of deep seeded homophobia from his father. So again I apologise if it offended anyone.
And just so you know, I can write smut, I just don't know the guidelines on graffiti sex in these posts, so I kept it to a vague minimum.
I don't know much about the canonical Arackniss, but my headcanon is, basically this. Hes a good guy, who's a closetted homosexual and struggles with it because of his homophobic father's abuse.
But I also think he's a big softy that needs some love. Id really like to make this a mini-fic series, but I'll only do so if I get enough support, so feel free to leave a comment about it.
Again, I hope you enjoyed, Bye Bye.
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