Spider-man Fanfiction Peter Stops Holding Back Novels & Stories

His warm breath fanned my face, and once again, I couldn’t bring myself to move back. “I’m not holding you anymore though.” He whispered. “Oh.” I mumbled, stepping back. Every bit of fight had left my bones. I swallowed subtly, my throat bobbing up and down. “I think you can leave now.” He said, a smirk donning his face. That statement managed to bring me out of the stupid reverie that his scent locked me in. I gritted, “You must really think you can control everything.” “Well, maybe.” Before I could respond to him, something crept up my legs and I looked down, my eyes widened in horror the moment I saw that it was a spider.

"No more hiding. No more delays. Bring them in. Alive. I want to deal with them myself." The man bowed and disappeared into the dark. --- Back in Peter’s apartment, Scarlet rested her head on the back of the couch, eyelids fluttering shut. The tea was untouched now, cooling fast. Peter watched her, torn. He remembered the day he walked away from Marco. The day he chose her instead of power, instead of fear. He had thought they were safe now. But the pit in his stomach said otherwise. Just as his thoughts darkened, a faint sound snapped his attention toward the hallway.

I said, looking him straight in the eye, so it sunk deeper. He closed his eyes like he was in pain. “I’m sorry, sir. I will do all I can to get her back here.” He said, trying to pacify his miserable self. I shook my head, giving a slight laughter of mockery. “That won’t be necessary, actually. Don’t bother.” I said, wearing a tight smile. "Oh,” he said and bowed his head. Of course, he should be ashamed of himself. Mr. Spiderman! “Thomas,” I call, breaking the tensed silence. I could feel him wishing for the ground to swallow him that minute. I didn’t know if I pitied him, but I was way angrier at what he did.

“It is okay to fall. You know why?” He shook his head, his attention fixed on me as I took a small bandage. “Because you have the courage to stand up again.” He nodded and looked at his elbow where I had applied the bandage. He gasped, “Spiderman!” “Yes, Spiderman. Just like him.” His grin was so wide, I could see the freckles splattered over his small nose and cheeks, his chocolate skin glowing. “Thank you, Miss! I will show this Spiderman to all my friends, they will be so jealous.”

“You know, I could help you get more than just what belongs to you…” I shoved his hand off my hip and reached for my bags. “No, thank you.” Peter grabbed my arm. “Come on, there must be something that you want.” I tried to shake his hand off. “I said no, thank you.” Peter’s hand wouldn’t budge. “A little something? I know there’s something that I want. Of course, it’s not little.” Peter’s eyes roved up and down my body. He licked his lips slowly, obscenely. I wanted to puke just watching him.

A moan of pleasure escapes my mouth. "you've really got to stop dreaming about me. I don't know how much more I can take." My eyes fly open, seeing him crouched next to me. His hand goes over my mouth. As I open it, he grabs my arm to stop me from falling. "I don't think your parents will believe you again that there was a spider," he says, throwing his smirk. "now, promise you won't scream when I let you go." I nod my head slowly. He removes his hand from my mouth and arm, never once losing eye contact with me. I can feel my cheeks burning pink with embarrassment from him showing up here right as I was daydreaming about him.

For a long minute, the only sound was our heavy breathing and the hum of the computers in the corner. Slowly, Peter pulled away. He didn't offer a hand to help me up. He reached for his clothes with his face returning to that cold, calculating mask I loathed. He pulled on his torn shirt, trying to fix the collar, looking like a man who had just survived a shipwreck. "Stop it," he snapped, his voice trembling slightly. I stayed on the floor for a moment, enjoying the cool air on my skin and his cum drip out of my violated pussy.

I shook his shoulders, desperation creeping into my voice. "Scott, wake up! Please!" But he remained still. Panic consumed me as the spiders drew closer. I pressed my lips to Scott's, tears streaming down my face. "Come back to me," I whispered, my heart breaking. Time, please stop. Just one more time.As if responding to my plea, time froze.The spiders halted, suspended mid-movement.

I yanked his hands off my body and I heard his scream. He was falling backward. My eyes widened and the anger I felt vanished away in a second. I reached out to him and grabbed his right hand, stopping him from falling off the cliff. With me holding his right hand, he managed to get his left hand on the edge of the cliff. I began to pull him up but I hadn't done much when I was kicked from the side. My hand got released from Peter's as I fell to the side. I watched a foot step on Peter's left hand that gripper the edge of the cliff. His scream echoed through the air as he fell into the abyss below.

He kept looking into my eyes like he was trying to look into my soul. "what do you think? Why am I doing all this?" he asked and slowly moved his hand close to my face but before I could react, he just went to my shoulder and moved something and I looked down, it was a small spider. Oh god, I hate spiders. My heartbeats are high. He was just too close maybe that's why... no it's because of the spider. He moved back quickly after that and I gathered my labored breathing. He went back to table and took my phone and I quickly went to him to take my phone back but he gave it back to me.