third ending based off ideas by Spawn_of_hades666 and HummingBird4love (Wattpad)

I'm writing these so fast holy shit

Imma finish by Christmas for sure! Yayyyy I'm so proud of myself

Another long one! Also its like 4 am so forgive

Just one more ending after this... ooh

***This is the third ending for "No... Please!" Remaining endings coming soon!***

TW: graphic rape, big feels

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

"Shhh... you need to be quiet," Harley grinned sickly. Peter struggled against his restraints, screaming and making noise. The blond shook his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you!" He got up off Peter, grabbing a needle off a small tray on a dresser. The smaller boy's eyes widened, shaking his head quickly and trying to back away. His chair tilted, Harley catching it and holding Peter at that awful angle that made your heart skip a beat.

"Maybe this will shut you up, hmm?" The needle went into the brunette's arm, the mystery liquid getting pushed into his bloodstream. He whined loudly, eyes unfocusing. He suddenly felt really tired and sluggish, weakly trying to fight back. Peter could barley move, and Harley knew it, grinning.

"Much better! Yknow, I was going to gag you, but this is so much better," he mused, eyes sparkling hungrily. He untied Peter, dragging his limp body over to the bed, strapping the smaller boy's wrists and ankles down. He sat on Peter's thighs, caressing his hips and butt. Harley shoved a finger into Peter's hole, the smaller boy crying out weakly. He couldn't fight back... he was completely subdued by whatever Harley had drugged him with. He was still conscious, which was the worst part. Peter knew he would have to just lay on his stomach and take it until Harley decided he was done with him.

"You're so tight," the southern boy marvelled, taking off his pants and underwear. "I would let you lube me up with your mouth, but-" Harley let out a sharp chuckle. "It looks like you won't be moving for, say an hour? Maybe even an hour and a half, if I'm lucky." Peter felt his heart drop. He was scared out of his mind, knowing that Harley was going to... rape him.

Harley pushed himself in without warning, immediately slamming himself in and out. Peter was in immeasurable pain, tears flowing freely from his eyes as he laid there motionless, feeling Harley go in and out of him mercilessly.

"Hnughhh!" Harley moaned, releasing into Peter. No condom, he observed, feeling every bit of it. "Oh! That was good..." the southern boy pulled out, putting his fingers back into Peter. "But we're not quite done here. You're going to cum for me, and you're going to like it." Harley's fingers curled inside of him, Peter letting out a reflexive moan when the blond hit his prostate.

"Yeah? I know you secretly love this, you little slut, you want this," Harley growled, hitting Peter's prostate until the smaller boy physically couldn't anymore, orgasming onto the bed underneath him. "There we go! Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Harley paused, checking the time. "Good timing, too. That concoction should be wearing off soon." The southern boy moved into Peter's line of sight, fully clothed.

"Now. I think it's time we discuss our little arrangement here." Peter's eyes widened. "Heh, yeah. So, here's what's going to happen. Whenever I want you, you're going to comply. You'll do whatever I say. And if you don't-" Harley grinned darkly. "I'll hurt Morgan." Peter was terrified, heart beating wildly. He couldn't let Morgan get hurt...

"If I were you, I would accept. Don't try me, because I will hurt her. Obviously, morals aren't an issue here," Harley laughed, Peter crying soundlessly from the bed. "So, I assume that's a yes. I'll let you go." He started undoing Peter's restraints, stopping suddenly.

"Oh, and one more thing." The brunette swallowed nervously. More? "You can't tell anyone about what we do here. If you do, I'll kill you and Morgan." Peter nodded shakily, the drugs starting to wear off. He sat up weakly, crying out from the pain he felt. Harley had gone in dry, and had been really rough... Peter could see some blood that had dripped onto the bed. He shuddered, grabbing his clothes and putting them back on, resting for a minute before leaving.


At first, Harley only took Peter once in awhile. But after nearly one month of their little "arrangement," Harley started taking him more often. He dehumanized Peter, telling him how worthless and unloved he was. At first, Peter didn't believe it. But, after a few weeks, the words leaving Harley's twisted lips felt like bullets in his heart.

"Suck," the blond ordered, Peter immediately taking Harley's length into his mouth, numb to the world. Now, whenever Harley would violate him, he would just lay there emotionless, dissociating. And Harley had kept up his end of the bargain. Morgan was safe, and that's all that mattered.


It didn't take a genius to know Peter had been acting different lately, more jumpy and cautious. Bucky and Nat watched him carefully, looking at each other. They knew something wasn't right...

That night, when Harley took Peter, they followed in the shadows. At first, they both assumed it was consensual, but Nat didn't look away, instead narrowing her eyes and watching closer. Harley started to demean and humiliate Peter, all while forcing the brunette to suck his dick. Something was horribly off, and she silently snuck in, sending Bucky to guard the exit.

"You're worthless. Just a stupid slut, only good for taking my dick. Nobody loves you, they don't even care. I'm the only one who really cares for you," Harley drilled the awful words into Peter's head. "What do we say?"

"Thank you for letting me suck your dick, sir," Peter stated monotonously.

"Good little slut. Now, get down on all fours-" Nat swooped down, pinning Harley to the ground.

"Peter. What is this?" The brunette stared, wide eyed, sputtering uselessly. Nat sighed. "Is he using you? Peter, yes or no!"

"Y-yes..." Nat's face went dark, turning to Harley.

"Bucky, get Peter and take him home," she ordered. Peter scrambled to get his clothes, being taken back to the tower. Nat growled, grabbing the scruff of Harley's shirt, the southern boy letting out a scared yelp.

"Now, to take care of you..."


Peter ran and hid in his room the moment he was back in the tower, closing and locking the door. He knew they were going to come talk to him... but he didn't want to.

"Peter?" Right on cue.

"Go away!"

"We just want to make sure you're ok." Peter hesitated, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone!" He held his breath, listening to the footsteps fade away. He sighed, flopping down onto the bed. He was fine... wasn't he? What did it really mean to be "fine?"

"Ughh," he groaned. Maybe a shower would help. He licked his lips, grimacing. And maybe he should brush his teeth...

Once Peter was all cleaned up, he sat on his bed, staring blankly at the wall. He found himself doing that a lot lately, ever since Harley had started taking him... maybe he wasn't "fine." Peter wasn't sure what he was.

He wasn't sure of anything anymore.

The brunette sighed, letting himself fall backwards onto the pillows. Maybe some sleep would do him good...

Peter woke up, gasping and sweating. He glanced around, taking a moment to recognize that he was in his room.

Safe.

Harley wasn't here. Peter wasn't in that god awful room, that smelled of sex and dirt and pain. He shuddered, wrapping his arms around his midriff. He was ok now, wasn't he?

... Wasn't he?

Logically, Peter knew he was safe. Whatever Nat had done to Harley, he certainly wasn't coming back. He grimaced, feeling odd. His stomach twisted painfully, and Peter found himself dashing to the toilet to empty his guts. He groaned, wiping his mouth. He could see clearly now, and holy shit, Peter wished he could go back to his accepting ignorance.

He gagged, dry heaving. Harley had raped him. Peter had been used. He felt violated, knowing that Harley had taken advantage of his protectiveness over Morgan for some easy sex... it chilled him to the bone.

Naive. Stupid. Weak. How could you let this happen?

Peter groaned, curling in on himself. Reality hit him like a fucking brick, crushing what little positivity he had left. He had been raped. He had been raped. Holy shit, he-

Peter threw up again, sitting back with a thump. Oh my god... This wasn't real. No, it couldn't be- could it? What was real anymore anyway? Was Peter even real?

He stood up quickly, a wave of nausea washing over him. He had to get out of there now, had to find someone...

Peter stumbled through hallways, searching for someone to-

"Woah, Peter!" Nat caught him right before his legs gave out, silent tears streaming down his face.

"Nat! AM I REAL?!" Peter cried, eyes wide and full of terror.

"You're real," Nat answered calmly, rubbing circles into the brunette's back. He let out a heart wrenching sob, going limp. Nat held him upright, offering silent comfort to the traumatized boy. He quickly calmed down, crying quietly into her shoulder. "It's ok, he's gone. He won't ever bother you, or anyone else, ever again."

"Wha- what did you do?"

"Shhhh, it doesn't matter. What's done is done. We can't change the past, but we can heal the damage." Peter nodded, holding onto Nat tightly. She was his lifeline right now, and that was ok. He didn't have to go through this alone, not anymore. It would be tough to heal the deep lacerations of psychological damage Harley had left, but at least Peter had the support of an entire family that loved him.


yeah idk about that ending but it's 4:30 am and I've got school in a few hours lmao I hate myself

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