Ali

The feeling of Narcissa Malfoy’s body under yours wasn’t new. In fact, it had become a sort or routine since Lucius had been summoned to stand by the Dark Lords side. Since his leave, you often found yourself in her bed, under her covers, between her thighs, all while pressing rough kisses against her soft skin. And even now, your bottom lip was dragging across the inside of her thigh as you progress towards her heat in a teasing manner. There was always something about Cissy that made you hot and bothered whenever you were in the same room together. Now, only three months after her arranged marriage to your brother, you find yourself wrapping your arms under her thighs and pulling her closer to your face.

A moan erupts from her soft pink lips as your tongue slowly laps up her arousal, pleasing her the way she deserved to be pleased. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as you pull her closer to your face that was still buried in her cunt. “Y/N…” She whines softly, her hands tugging at your pretty locks. You gave her a warning tap to her thigh in response, still continuing to trace circles around her clit with your tongue. “S-stop teas-…” she begins before another whine escapes her rather swollen lips. Your movements come to a halt as your eyes flicker up to meet hers.

She can’t help but let yet another whine leave her lips, despite knowing exactly what she’d done. “Good girls don’t whine. They use their words.” You tell her, sitting up so you can hover over her body. “Don’t you want to be a good girl?” You ask with a slow hum. Your fingers delicately tracing patterns on her hip down to her upper thigh. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip, only giving a small nod in response. Displeased by her lack of vocalization, you land a sharp smack to the side of her thigh. “I said use your words. If I have to ask again, I wont be able to let you finish tonight.”

“Yes, I want to be a good for you-“ She gasps, the feeling of your slap stinging her thigh as your handprint starts to form on her pale skin. “I wont be whiny anymore, I promise.” She swore. You nod, watching as pleasure clouds her vision at the motion of you entering two fingers into her. Her hands grasp your shoulders as you push your fingers deeper into her soft cunt.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” You smirk, quickening your pace as your fingers curl inside her. You watch proudly as her eyes roll to the back of her head and her soft moans got louder. Her body seems to melt under your touch as she begins to grind her hips down onto your moving fingers. Her thighs were shaking and her bottom lip quivering as you continue to finger her roughly. “Such a pretty girl,” you coo, watching as she continues to try and get off by using your fingers. Pausing your thrusts, you take the opportunity to press your palm against her cunt, putting pressure on her clit as she continues to grind against your digits. Another cry escaped her lips as she moves her hips faster, fingers now digging into your shoulders as she chases her high.

“Go on, be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” You encourage, thrusting and curling just your fingers in her as she continues to struggle against your palm. You can feel the moment she tenses up, followed by her cunt squeezing your fingers as she releases, soaking the silk sheets beneath her. Her head lolls to the side, as you slowly pull your finger out of her.

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A whine escapes Peter’s lips as he squirms against the restraints keeping his hands bound to the head board.

“Someone’s being awfully needy” You smirk, swinging your leg over Peter’s hips. Slowly, you eases down so your cunt just barley grazes over his acing shaft. You slowly swivel your hips in a teasing manner causing another whine to leave Peters lips as his tip brushes against your bare thigh. The feeling of his pre-cum smearing against your inner thigh has you mind going fuzzy already.

“P-please…” Peter begs, struggling to keep still. A small smirk forms on your face at his pleas, you can’t help but reach down to align him with your entrance.

“You want me pretty boy?” You hum, barely allowing his tip to enter your hot cunt. Peters eyes screw shut as a few rather pathetic noises leave his lips. “Look at you…barely able to keep yourself together and only the tips in…” you tease.

Keeping his eyes shut, Peter can only seem to respond with yet another whine. He’s been rather touch starved for the last few days due to his…job. But now he was here, under you. Whimpering and whining pathetically. He drew his lip between his teeth as you lower your hips. Your warmth surround his cock as he fills you up.

“Fuck Peter…” you mutter with a moan. “You feel so good…stretching me out so good.” You praise him, rocking your hips slowly against his. Steadying your body you slowly lean back, allowing your back to arch as you slide up and down his length. Peter can’t help but watch as your hips move against his. His eyes focusing in on the way it looks for his cock to slide in and out of your cunt. He watches as the head of his cock bulges inside you, all while you use him for your pleasure.

The feeling of your body against his is slowly becoming overwhelming as you pick up speed. Peter allows his eyes to roll to the back of his head as his first orgasm washes over him. Hot cum now seeping out of you as you continue to ride him.

Peter whimpers at the sensation, his voice shaky as he begs you to slow down. “I- it’s too much..” he murmurs, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards.

“You can take it…” you hush, pushing his cock even deeper in you as you drag your hips back and forth, all while gliding your hips up and down.

“I don’t…I can’t…” Peter gasps, pulling at his restraints again as yet another orgasm surges through him. His eyes snap shut as a few moans tumble from his swollen lips. His cock twitches as he releases into you again.

“Look…you did it,” you smirk, leaning forward to place your hands on his chest now. Your finger traces over his abs as you allow Peter to adjust to the new position and its sensation. “Think you can give me another?” You ask as you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Peter squirms beneath you, realizing you weren’t going to let up until he was completely fucked out. He let out an incoherent murmur before nodding. His fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at you.

A smile spreads across your face as you press a proper kiss to his puffy lips. “So good for me…” you mumble, your lips still against his. You begin to slowly pick up your pace again, grinding your hips onto his, feeling his length deep inside you as a soft moan leaves your lips. “Such a pretty boy,”

His eyes flutter close at your words, his brain and body completely overstimulated by your touch. He could feel your walls flutter around him. He could feel the way you were gripping his shoulders. He could feel how flushed your tits are as you push your chest against his. Another whine escapes his lips. “I-I’m” he cries, his body tensing at the feeling of yet another tight knot building up.

Another kiss to his lips and he was sent over the edge, his body completely spasming as he finishes deep in you. You feel your own high come over you as Peter’s coming down from his.

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Peter hadn’t let up all day- the subtle teasing, touching, and…praising. It seemed like everything you did he managed to find a way to slip in a few small words of praise. Cooking breakfast was followed by a “Looks amazing darling, you did such a good job,” while Peter softly grabbed your hips and pressed a few kisses to your neck. Redoing the living room? Yep, that was followed by a “It looks so good in here, I love the new Halloween decorations. You’re doing so good baby, keep it up.” Peter would praise with a massive smirk.

Your head was spinning now as you got ready for dinner. “Such a pretty girl…” Peter whispers into your neck as he places a few delicate kisses to your skin. It felt like everything came to a halt in that moment, something in you just…snapped. Turning to Peter you thrust yourself towards him, your lips hungrily pressing against his while your hands grip the nice fabric of his suit. Your legs push you forward towards the bed, making Peter stumble backwards as he attempts to follow your movement. “Y/N we have dinner res-“ he begins before you cut him off with a sharp-

“Fuck your dinner reservations Parker.” His legs hit the edge of the bed leaving him no choice but to sit down as you straddle him. Your mouth moves against his while your hands begin to work on shedding his jacket. Peters attempts to pry you off are futile the moment you’re unbuckling his belt. “All day Peter…you’ve been…ugh!” You huff out, now trying to unbutton his shirt.

Another smirk appears on Peters face as he realizes what he’d done. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teases, allowing his shirt to fall on the floor next to his jacket. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” He insists with fake innocence.

Running your hands down his abs you look into his eyes with a deadly glare. “You’ve been fucking teasing me.” You try and scold.

“Tease? I haven’t done anything of the sort. I’ve just been telling you what a good girl you’ve been today.” His words were low and seductive as he leans forward to press more kisses down your exposed neck. His hands slowly reaching behind you to unzip your short black silk dress. The feeling of his cold hands on your now bare back made your jaw drop and your mind go fuzzy. You couldn’t help but lean towards him, enjoying the way his touch made you feel. “Oh, not so tough now pretty girl” He laughs while his hands snake under your thighs before flipping you over onto your back.

“Peter!” You gasp, coming out of your previous trance. His face was only inches from yours and you could feel him slowly pulling off your dress.

“Yes pretty girl?” He hums, his hands reaching down to unzip his pants. You gulp, realizing that you’re about to get your ass handed to you for making you both miss the dinner reservations Peter’s had for months. Peter stands in front of you, a smirk forming on his lips. “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.” He says lowly.

You oblige, quickly getting down and kneeling before him. “Such a good girl,” he praises as he strokes your hair. “Now, suck my cock darling.” Your eyes flicker upwards to look at him, before refocusing on his hands as he pulls his dick out for you. You watch as he strokes himself a few time before you take over. Your lips slowly wrap around the head of his cock while your hand grabs his base. Peter gently pushes your head down further, causing you to gag slightly. “Fuck, taking me so well..” he murmurs as you begin to bob your head on his shaft. As you continue to suck him off, you use your other hand to help jerk off what you can’t reach with your mouth. The sight cause Peter to let out a string of moans as he resists the urge to fuck your mouth.

“Mmm, doin so good for me..” Peter continues to praise, you look up ay him again through your lashes, loving the feeling of his cock down your throat. You let out a small moan as you attempt to take him further, spit running down your chin and all over his throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum already..” He hisses, slowly easing your mouth off him. “Get on the bed, ass up.”

You don’t waste a moment getting on the bed and arching your back, spreading your legs slightly with your ass in the air. Your tits and face pressing into the sheet with your arms near your head. Peter stood near the edge of the bed, slapping your ass gently as he positions himself behind you. “God Y/N, so pretty for me. Being such a good girl tonight.” He moans as he pushes into you. A moan escapes your lips as you grip the bedsheets. Peter began thrusting into you slowly as his hands grip your hips. He lets out a few more moans as he picks up his pace, slamming into you full force. A small cry tumbles from your lips as your body rocks against his, you can’t help but wiggle your hips as he slams into your cunt.

“Look at you, taking my cock so fucking well. Is this what you wanted? Hm?” Peter asks, slowly gathering up your hair in his hands before giving it a tug.

Your head falls back as you let out a small whimper. “I- I” you stutter, barely able to hold a thought with the feeling of his cock being buried so deep in you.

“Be a good girl and answer me.” Peter snaps, tugging at your hair again.

“Yes!” You cry out as his hips snap into yours even harder. The feeling of being stretched out by his cock was becoming overwhelming as your body shook with pleasure. “Peter I’m so close..” you manage out before spiraling into a fit of desperate moans.

So the most important thing is that you go to a PROFESSIONAL piercer who’s had experience- especially with nip nop piercings!!! Your piercer shouldn’t just go in and pierce you without checking your anatomy first! I have 38G cups but much much smaller nips. My piercer triple checked my anatomy and made sure my gage was not only correct, but also that my body wouldn’t reject.

As for the pain, in my opinion, the first one didn’t hurt at all, my piercer counted down and I legit asked “did you do it yet?” After the needle was already through and she was preparing for the jewelry. Pain 1/10 if even.

The second one I did feel, it didn’t really hurt per say, but definitely felt like a sharp pinch. This is mainly because the adrenaline and shock had worn off from the first. Pain was probably a 5/10.

Directly after my piercing I had a dull ache if I moved around/if my boobs bounced. But I was good enough to drive home by myself. Here’s the kicker- within the next hour I felt one of the worst pain of my life. My chest was on fire, like I actually felt sick from how much it burned. I wanted to do nothing but lay around and cry. The pain was a genuinely an 8/10.

Even more of a kicker? Went to sleep and the next day I was throwing it back in the mirror as I cleaned my bathroom because they didn’t hurt at all. I’m on the fifth day and I don’t have any pain and I didn’t take any pain medicine. Pain is every once and a while a 2/10.

Here are some of my comparisons to get an idea of my overall pain tolerance:

Rib tattoo- 2/10

Nose piercing (done wrong)- 6/10

Septum nose piercing- 2.5/10

First/double ear piercing- 2/10

Helix piercing- .5/10

Now for tips and tricks:

-Compression tops and sports bras are your BEST FRIEND. The pressure is going to help prevent them from moving and causing strain and pain. Just note that they cannot be worn all the time! Nip nops need to breath still. So at night, or when you’re just chilling around the house, wear a thin breathable shirt without a bra or compression top.

-I was also told that a warm compress or even some ice super helps them feel better (I haven’t tried this yet tho).

-Another thing to note is the heal time and downsize time. Due to swelling, you will get your bar downsized at approximately 6-10 weeks. Mine was a bit longer (which is good bc her prediction was right abt mine swelling more) so I get downsized in 4-6 weeks. As for heal time, I’m predicted to be fully healed June 2024. The reason I say this is because it’s a super long heal time that’s more serious than like ear or nose piercings (I have my nose and septum done plus quite a few ear piercings). This is also one piercing that will always need to be cleaned all the time because crustys just happen and occasional bleeding crustys happen.

THINGS THEY DONT TELL YOU!!!:

-I can feel the bar through my nipple when it’s soft😅

-Lace and loofahs are no longer a thing in your life (it can pull and tug. Though check with piercer if lace bras or lingerie might still be okay)

-laying on your stomach can cause bleeding if done for long periods of time.

-this piercing is more expensive because of the extras you’ll need. Between sports/comfy bras, compression tops, and lots of salt cleaning.

But honestly, it’s been so worth it so far because I feel so hot and confident with them. I’ve always hated my boobs and now I think they’re sexy af and would genuinely show anyone and everyone. I say go for it if you’re cool with changing some life style stuff for the hottest, sexiest, confident boost ever.

Kinkshot 1: Peter Parker + Praise

Kinkshot 2: Sub!TASM Peter Parker + Overstimulation

Your eyes flicker from the reference on your laptop, then back down to your paper. Your pencil sketches smooth charcoal lines across the off white paper. Furrowing your brows, you shift the image slightly to get a better look at the image displayed on your screen. 

“Hey Y/N, what are you up to?” Peter asks, popping his head into your room. 

Stopping your movement, your eyes drift up to where he’s leaning against the doorway. “Drawing,” you reply with a small smile before going back to your sketch. 

Peter shifts awkwardly at the door, “Like a picture?” The words come out before he can fully think about what he was saying. And as soon as they came out, he wanted to drown himself in the canal. 

Another smile appears across your face, this time it stays for a moment. “No, I’m drawing up a plan to murder the rest of the class before fleeing the city to live as a fugitive in Rome.”

He gives a small laugh before nodding. “O-oh yeah, that makes sense.” 

You catch the nervous twitch in his voice, the way his body appears to be more tense than usual. “You can come in and shut the door.” You say after a moment of silence. 

He nods quickly, stepping into your hotel room before closing the door. “So uh, where’s your roommate?” Peter asks after fully shuffling into your room. 

“Brads room.” You shrug. 

Another “oh,” escapes his lips knowing that your roommate wouldn’t be back anytime soon. You give a small nod before patting the spot next to you on the bed. “So um, what are you drawing?” Peter asks finally. 

A blush spreads across your cheeks as you tilt the picture for him to see. His eyes scan the drawing and he immediately recognizes him and Ned near the docks. 

“You were actually in the way when I was taking my picture, but I decided you both were cute enough to make the cut.” You tease. 

Peter could feel his face starting to flush again, “cute enough?” He laughs. 

Giving a simple nod, you continue your work. “So what brings you to my room Parker?”

Peter debates whether he wants to be honest or not. On one hand, he could say he had a question about tomorrows tour. On the other, he could ask you to go on a walk with him along the canals. Mainly so that he can confess his feelings for you, which he’s been bottling up since as long as he can remember. “Would you like to walk with me?” He asks quickly, deciding it was worth a shot. 

“Mm, but that would mean I’d have to step out of my artistic zone.” You hum, finishing the last of the sketch and setting it on your nightstand. 

“Y-yeah of course, I’ll just-“ Peter replies as he moves towards the door, assuming you were politely turning down his advances. 

Panic quickly floods your brain as you watch him begin to leave. “Wait!” 

Peter pauses, turning to face you. “Yeah?”

“Stay, let me draw you.” The words tumble from your mouth in a hurry, as you pray the brunette boy won’t exit your room, at least not yet. 

Peter’s body seems to stiffen even more before slowly relaxing ad he looks around the room for a moment. “You want to draw me?” 

A hum leaves your lips as you gaze hopefully at Peter. “I enjoyed drawing you in this one,” you nod to the picture on your nightstand, “you have a nice figure.”

Another blush spreads across Peters face as he takes a seat on the small bench in your room. 

“Is this good?” He asks, trying to sit up straight for you. 

“Yes, just stay still…”

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You had been drawing and posing Peter for the last four hours. Somewhere around 11 you had both found the ‘complimentary’ drink assortment stored away in the little cabinet. 

You weren’t really sure which glass of wine/alcohol you and Peter were on now, just that you were stumbling slightly and giggling like crazy. 

Peter’s shirt had been discarded to the floor some time ago and you were still busy ogling over his toned chest. His defined muscles and hard abs that were otherwise hidden by his clothes made the butterflies in your stomach twist and turn. 

“Take your pants off now,” you slur, running your hands down Peters chest as you both stumble around the room. 

“My pants?” Peter quips, equally as drunk. 

“Mhm, I wanna draw you neeked,” a giggle escapes your lips as your fingers fumble around with the zipper of Peter’s jeans. 

It takes a moment for Peter to understand exactly what you want, but once it hits his jeans and boxers are discarded on the floor in a small pile. “Like this?” He coos, throwing his arms in the air to show off his now very naked figure. 

You clap your hands together and squeal, “Good good, now pose for me.” Peter stands there with his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest. Your eyes scan his body up and down, taking in the sight of not only his hard chest, but his hard dick as well. “God you’re built like a Greek god,” you breathe, quickly beginning to sketch. 

Peter hums before giving you a smirk. “Or Roman god since we’re in Venice.” 

“Modeled after the Greek gods sweetheart,” you snicker, making the outline of his abs with your pencil. 

“Are you as turned on as I am right now?” He asks after a few minutes. 

“Yes.” You say without hesitation, moving your pencil downwards to sketch his throbbing cock. “After I finish this I’ll suck your dick.” You giggle again.  

“Oh god,” Peter moans, feeling his cock twitch at the thought. “Are you done yet?”

“No silly. I’m still drawing your penis.” Another snicker leaves your lips as you delicately sketch out Peter’s lower regions. 

Peter lets out a groan, shaking his hips slightly. “Look it moves!” 

You look up to see Peter swishing his dick back and forth causing you to let out a loud shriek. “You have to stay still so I can finish!” A wheezey laugh leaves your chest as you move down to draw his legs. “I’m almost done I promise,” you grin. 

“Well hurry,” Peter whines, staying as still as his drunk little body could. 

“Shhh you can’t rush perfection.” You hush, moving as quickly as you could through your sketch. It took a few more minutes before you turned the drawing around to show Peter. “Look. You’re like the statue David.” You beam proudly. 

He gives you a lopsided grin before quickly scampering over to your bed. “Take your cloths off too and I’ll draw you!” He ushers as you add the sketch to the many others from that night. 

“Okay okay,” quickly getting up you strip completely, kicking your cloths off to the pile of Peter’s clothes. A low hum escapes his lips as he takes your sketch pad and pencil. 

“Pose!” He grins, watching you get into the same pose as him. You place your hands on your hips and stick your chest out proudly.

“Boobs…” Peter mumbles, sketching out a big circle for your head, followed by a stick body, stick legs, and stick arms. He then adds your hair, eyes, and a smile. Looking at the photo for a minute he realizes what he’s missing. “Boobs,” he says again as he draws two boobs onto your stick body. “Perfect!” He cries as he turns it around to show you. 

“Oh! Oh! You’re an artist! A sexy sexy artist,” you cry, wobbling over to Peter so you can throw yourself into his arms. Your legs straddle his hips, hands going into his soft curly hair. His lips press sloppily to yours as he tosses the notebook to the ground. His hands move up to your hips, squeezing the plush skin. 

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He moans against your lips. “The reason I asked you to walk with me earlier was because I wanted to tell you how I feel. I wanted to kiss you in front of the bridge.” His lips press against yours again before continuing. “But this is so much better.” 

“Is it because we’re naked?” You moan, grinding your hips into his. You’re slick gliding over his hard cock as you rock your hips. 

“Fuck, yes.” He groans, eager to be in you.

You let your another moan as you continue to move your hips against his. “Can I put it in me?” You beg, as if you could read Peter’s mind.

He nods as he kisses you again “please,” he groans as he helps lift your hips up. You quickly reach between the two of you so you could line him up at your entrance. Peter helps you ease down onto his throbbing cock. His tip barley enters you before his hips involuntarily buck upwards. You let out a small cry as he bottoms out into your sensitive cunt, eyes fluttering shut as his hips drop back down onto the bed. 

Another gasp leaves your lips as Peter begins to bounce you up and down his shaft. “Fuck you feel so good Y/N,” he growls in your ear. His fingers digging into your skin as he helps guide your sloppy, drunken movements as you grind on his dick. 

He’s so deep in you that you can practically feel him bulging in your stomach. “Peter fuck, you’re filling me so well,” you gasp as his hips thrust up into yours now. A feeling in your stomach begins to grow as Peter continues his brutal attack, his cock going deeper into you with every thrust. 

Stars begin to form in your vision as you press your chest into Peter’s face, his hands keeping your hips still so he can thrust up into you. His hips snap up to yours again as the feeling in the pit of your stomach grows, slowly spreading all over your body. You let out a strangled cry, feeling yourself come undone, cunt clenching around Peters dick making him moan. Your orgasm spreads all over your body like a hot fire, Peter helping to grow the flame as he keeps thrusting into you. 

His hips falter for only a moment before he gives one last deep thrust into you, filling your cunt with his cum. Your body goes slack as you fall forward into Peter. His brain and body going completely blank as well as he falls backwards, bringing you with him.

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Your eyes flutter open to the sight of Peter’s face only inches from yours, his hot breath fanning your cheek. You can feel his hot skin on yours as you go to unstick yourself from his sweaty grasp. Your head is pounding and your whole body feels weak. As you sit up it becomes evident that Peter had stayed in you the entire night. As your hips shifted slightly you could feel his dick hardening in you again, filling you up like he had the night before. 

A small groan escapes Peter’s lips as he shifts on the bed. His eyes peel open, looking around the unfamiliar room. A small shriek escapes from his mouth when he notices you sitting naked on his lap, his dick buried inside your cum filled cunt. 

“Sh sh, what the fuck happened?” You groan, holding your head as you look around your now destroyed room. 

“Shit, I think we had sex!” Peter groans, memories slowly coming back to him. 

“Oh fuck,” you mumble, noticing the the abundance of empty bottles discarded around the room. Your eyes travel over to the nightstand where an assortment of drawings lay spread out. All of them are Peter, some with his clothes on, some with his shirt off, then the one of him completely nude… Oh, and the one Peter drew of you. 

“I’m so so sorry, this is all my fault,” Peter sputters, guilt building up in his stomach as he realizes what truly happened last night. 

You let out a long sigh before laughing. “Why are you apologizing? I had a blast, even if some things are a bit fuzzy.”

Peter stops his profuse apologizes, eyeing you carefully. “You aren’t mad?” 

You shake your head, letting out a small hum as you eye the pictures again. “No, I’m glad you came into my room last night.”

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He approaches the fallen elevator, shifting your body do you’re thrown over his shoulder. He mutters a quick ‘fuck’ as he dials Ned. The phone rings for a moment before he hears Neds voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey Peter, where you been?” Neds cheery voice makes Peter wince.

“Ned its Y/N. I need you to get Aunt May and meet me at the abandoned elevator with a spare thing of my cloths. It’s urgent.” Peter hands up the phone, preparing to climb up the wall with you thrown over his shoulder. With a small grunt, he sticks himself to the wall and begins to climb, only relying on his webs from keeping you from falling.

As Peter approaches the top of the elevator he can see both May and Ned looking down at him. His body heaves your unconscious one up and onto the ground outside the elevator doors.

“Peter what the hell is going on?” May says slowly, trying to keep herself from freaking out.

Peter lets out another grunt as he lifts up your shirt, shooting his webs onto your still bleeding wounds in hopes of preventing any further blood loss. “I’ll explain in the car, we need to get her to the hospital.” He stumbles as he stands up, leaning down to lift you into his arms once again. Both May and Ned exchange looks as they follow Peter to the car.

“Do you want to explain what the hell is going on now?” May asks as she starts the car, pulling out of the apartment complex.

Peter nods, stripping out of his suit in the backseat, being careful not to tussle you around too much in the process. “A few months ago, basically around the time we moved in, I met Y/N.” Peter says as he pulls on the pants Ned brought him. “The thing about Y/N is that she’s sorta, or was sorta a ghost. Not fully alive, but not fully dead either.”

Ned turns to May nodding. “It’s so cool, she could like turn into a solid person, and then suddenly be invisible as a ghost. It was scary cool.”

“I’m sorry, you expect me to believe we had a ghost living in our apartment?” May cuts in, looking back at Peter in the rear view mirror.

Peter throws his shirt on before easing your head back into his lap. “Well May, I have spider powers, Thor exists, and so does Dr. Strange so…” He says slowly.

May rolls her eyes before nodding. “You make a fair point. Continue.”

“Well anyways, me and Y/N went looking for her body below the building. Originally we thought she’d be a skeleton but she wasn’t. She was like, frozen in time.” Peter says as he checks your wounds.

Ned turns around to look at you both, “cool like a coma?” He asks.

Peter shakes his head, “No, I don’t think so. If it was a coma she would’ve died from lack of food and water. Plus she wounds only started bleeding when she like, go absorbed back into her body.”

Ned’s eyes went wide as he looks from Peter to May, and back to Peter. “Wicked.”

“Okay, so where has this half ghost half girl been staying these last few months exactly?” May asks as she takes a sharp turn, trying her best to rush to the hospital without getting pulled over.

“She was staying with me for a while.” Ned pipes in. “You know, after the fight.” He says glaring at Peter.

Peter could feel his jaw clench as he draws your body closer to his. “It was a misunderstanding. Not a fight.”

Ned rolls his eyes, “sure, you having a girlfriend and letting her touch Y/N stuffed animal was a ‘misunderstanding.’ You kicked her out of your room dude. Also, she clearly liked you. Otherwise she wouldn’t have kissed you that one night.”

May eyes flicker to the rearview mirror, looking at Peter’s now guilty face. “Was she living in your room or something?”

“Oh yeah, until she started sleeping with me. That was after MJ and Peter got together.” Ned nods.

Both May and Peter’s heads whip to the side to look at Ned. “You and Y/N slept together?” Peter squeaks, trying to stop himself from raising his voice.

“Well yeah, obviously. Why do you care? You’re with MJ.” Ned scoffs, not seeing the big deal in you both sharing a bed so you could actually fall asleep at night.

“Ned what the fuck.” Peter groans, “I totally thought the kiss we shared before she came back to life met something! Now you’re telling me you and Y/N were having sex?”

“Sex?!” Ned shrieks.

“Wait a second Mr. What do you mean kiss? You and MJ are dating.” May scolds.

“SEX?” Ned repeats as his face pales even more.

“Nobody cares if you and a ghost had sex Ned, Peter cheated on MJ.” May snaps, slightly irritated as she pulls into the parking lot of the hospital.

“We didn’t have sex! We shared a bed!” Ned cries, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Wait, so you didn’t sleep together?” Peter lets out a sigh of relief.

Ned lets out a small groan, “We slept together in the actual sleeping way, not the sexual way dude. You’re so dirty minded.”

“I got worried okay! Would’ve been really weird if you and Y/N were having sex when we both almost had sex earlier today!” Peter defends.

“Peter Parker!” May cries, turning around to look at Peter who’s getting your still passed out body out of the car.

“I’m sorry May, I really am but I need to help Y/N.” Peter says, hosting you into his arms and dashing towards the entrance.

+++

Your eyes flutter open and the sound of beeping fills the room. When you turn your head you’re met with Peters worried face along with numerous tubes and fluid bags. You look down at your arm to find it attached to an IV, while your nose is plugged up with oxygen. “Peter?” You croak.

Peter lets out a small sob, placing his hand on the side of your face. “I thought I lost you, I-“ he cries softly.

You let you a small laugh as tears begin to spill from your eyes. “I’m here now, I’m okay.” You promise, placing your hand over his hand that’s resting on your cheek. “I-I think I’m alive.” You whisper.

Peter nods, tears still spilling from his eyes. “You are, you didn’t disappear last night, you-you stayed with me.” He chokes.

A smile spreads across your lips as you lean in to kiss him softly. “Peter, I can stay with you now. I-I’m all yours.”

He nods, kissing you again and again. “You’re mine,” he whispers.

You nod as you shift over in your hospital bed. “Lay with me?”

He nods, crawling into bed with you. “I really did think I was going to loose you without saying goodbye.” He says as he brings you into his arms. You lay your head down on his chest as he continues. “I brought you in and you were immediately taken into surgery. For hours I waited for you. Crying, wondering if I’d ever see you again. Both May and Ned eventually had to go home, since only I could stay.” You feel a hot tear hit the top of your head as another sob racks through Peter’s body. “I really love you Y/N, I hope you know that. I love you so so much.”

“Peter, I love you.” Tears begin to flow down your cheeks again as you pull Peter into another kiss. “I’m not going anywhere, not again.” You hum.

He nods, holding you closer to his body. You listen to his heartbeat in a peaceful silence for about ten minutes before the nurse comes in.

“Y/N L/N, is that right dear?” The nurse smiles as she comes over to check your vitals.

“Y-yes.” You stutters, a feeling of anxiety washing over you. It had been so long since you had last been in contact with another person other than Peter, Ned, and Eli.

She gives you a sweet smile as she adds more pain meds to your IV. “How are you feeling sweetie?”

“Really good actually.” You say softly.

“Good! That means the pain meds are working. I just wanted to come check on you and let you know we got in contact with your parents.” the nurse replies, giving you one last kind smile before exiting the room.

“M-My parents? But how?” You look up at Peter who smiles softly.

“It took a while to find them, and convince them to come down here.” Peter admitted. “Had to show them a lot of proof that we found you.”

Your eyes went wide as Peters words sunk into your head. “My parents are coming to see me?” You say softly.

He nods, issuing your head softly. “They should be here soon.” Peter whispers softly in your hair.

There’s a small knock on the door after about an hour of you resting in Peter’s arms. Peter shifts his gaze from you onto the door as he calls out “come in.”

The door creaks open and a man and woman step inside. They resemble you greatly, he can see your eyes in your moms, especially when she smiles. “Oh my god, our baby,” the woman cries, approaching the bed.

You begin to stir at the commotion, stirring up slightly in Peters arms. A small hum escapes your lips as you gently run your eyes. Looking around the room, your eyes lock with your moms as a small cry escapes your lips. “Mom! Dad!” Another sob escapes you as your parents rush to embrace you.

“Oh darling what happened to you? Where were you?” Your mom sobs as she holds you in her arms.

Your dad Hugs your from the other side gently drawing circles on your back. “They told us you were dead, we pressed them to keep investigating, we even began searching for you on our own. It’s been eight years.” Your dad places a kiss on top of your head as he speaks.

“I-I was dead.” You croak, “well, sorta dead. Peter helped find my body and I was frozen in time.”

Your parents slowly pull away from you to look at Peter. Your dad pats your back gently before leaning in close to whisper to Peter “has she been tested for any trauma responses?”

Peter shakes his head, looking between both your parents. “Honestly, it would be so much easier to say that she’s having a delirious episode and her story is made up to comfort her. But, she’s telling the truth. She was living in my apartment.” Peter admits.

Your parents look from one another, shaking their heads. “That’s not possible.” Your mother says after a brief moment. “How could she be dead and then come back to life?”

Peter shrugs, pulling you back into his embrace once more. “Honestly, we accepted Thor existed, is this really that far fetched as a God from another planet?”

Your parents cast each other glances before nodding. “I suppose you’ve got a point kid.” Your dad says after another long pause. “So you two were just rooming together while my daughter was dead.”

A blush spreads over both yours and Peters face as you nod. “He helped take care of me dad, if it weren’t for Peter I wouldn’t be alive right now. In fact, if I went to the basement alone and found my body I would’ve bled to death. Peter’s the one who rushed me to the hospital.”

Your parents look over to Peter whose face is also a bright red. “Is this true?” Your mom asks, shaken by the thought of you alone and bleeding.

He nods, “Yes ma’am. I care about your daughter a lot. I’ve grown to love her in the months I’ve gotten to know her. Sure, she scared the living daylights out of me the first time I saw her as a ghost. But beyond that, your daughter is seriously amazing.”

A smile breaks across your lips as you turn to face Peter. “Thank you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Yes thank you, Peter.” Your dad smiles, patting his shoulder.

+++

Leaving the hospital was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Your parents lived a few hours away in a town over, and you didn’t want to leave Peter. It took a while to convince your parents that what you needed more than anything was to stay with the boy who saved you. Luckily even the doctors backed you up, explaining that if you and Peter were suddenly separated you might go into a trauma shock.

After your parents reluctantly agreed, they exchanged numbers with Peter and made a plan to begin the moving process near you as soon as they could. This just left talking to May.

“I know she’s a girl and I know I’m asking for her to stay in my bedroom with me but even the doctors said it’s best she stays with me for now.” Peter pleads with May.

May smiles at you softly before turning back to her nephew. “Peter, can we talk privately for a moment.”

Peter shifts his gaze to you and you give him a nod. Peter looks back at his once calm and collected aunt who seems to now be loosing her shit. “Uh huh.”

May leads Peter into her bedroom where she had him sit on the bed. “Look Peter, I’m so very proud of you for helping this girl. I really am. But I need you to understand that as you’ve done this you’ve fucked up big time.” She scolds.

“What are you talking about?” Peter counters, unable to fathom what he could’ve possibly done wrong.

“Your girlfriend, MJ, incase you’ve forgotten, has shown up to see you everyday you were in the hospital with Y/N. Every. Day. She has no idea what’s going on, you didn’t contact her once. And as far as I know, you’ve been cheating on the poor girl with a ghost for the last few weeks.” May glares down at Peter knowing damn well she did not raise him this way.

“I-“ Peter stops, realizing how majorly he did fuck things up. Even if he stopped having any sort of feelings for MJ a long time ago he still kept her around for when the day came you did leave this world forever. “I messed up.” He admits after a moment. “I messed up big time.”

“Damn right you did Peter.” May sighs before taking Peter into a small embrace. “Listen, you gotta end things with MJ. And you need to tell her the truth.”

Peter lets out a small groan, knowing Mays right. “I’ll give her a call and have her come over.”

“Good, now I’m going to take Y/N shopping. Poor girl needs some new cloths desperately.” May smiles, heading back out to collect you.

After you both leave Peter rings up MJ. He asks her to come over and she’s there within 15 minutes.

“Hey M,” Peter says as he opens the door.

“Peter where the hell have you been? Were you on a mission or something? Because you didn’t even bother to let me know. And Neds been very vague with me, same with May.” MJ rants, terrified of where her boyfriend’s been.

“MJ, I need to tell you something.” Peter sage finally.

“Go on.” She says slowly, taking a seat in the couch.

“Remember the girl Y/N?” Peter asks.

“Her?” MJ scoffs. “Yeah what about her?”

Peter frowns, realizing this is going to go horribly. “Well, Y/N was a ghost. But then I helped her find her body and she’s sorta back again.”

“This is the stupidity excuse I’ve ever heard.” MJ cuts in.

“It’s not an excuse. She was a ghost, and she was living with me before we started dating. The thing is, I realized I have feelings for her. Strong feelings for her. And I’m so so sorry.” Peter mumbles.

He looks into her eyes, watching as tears begin to flow over her cheeks. “Peter, we’ve been best friends since high school. You were my first kiss, the first person I actually liked, and you feel in love with a ghost that was rooming with you?”

“I messed up, I know that. And I’m so so sorry. I can’t help my feelings for Y/N though. I- I’m sorry.” Peter looks down, guilt washing over him.

“Whatever Parker. See you at school.” And with that MJ storms out.

+++(SMUT)

You and May stumbled through the door a few hours later laughing. “Peter!” You squeal, holding up your shopping bags for him to see. “Look I got new cloths!”

Peter smiles at you, completely forgetting his conversation with MJ. “I can’t wait to see them.” He smiles, taking you into his arms and giving you a small kiss.

“I’ll model them for you now!” You squeal, dragging Peter over to the couch and disappearing into his room to change.

May let’s Peter know she’s got a call in for work before leaving you to model outfit after outfit for Peter. You strut around the apartment showing him your new dresses, shorts, shirts, pants, and even skirts. With each outfit Peter could feel himself wanting you more. You look ravishing in everything you wear causing a desire to bubble up inside him.

“I like that one a lot,” Peter hums. Standing up to grab your hips as he admires the shirt purple dress. You let out a small laugh, kissing his lips again.

“May left me pick out my own underwear and bras at Victoria’s Secret, wanna see what I have on underneath?” You hum, pulling gently at Peter’s sweats.

Letting out a small groan Peter nods, allowing you to lead him into his room. You guide him over to his bed, pushing him down gently. His eyes watch your figure with precision, as you slowly begin to lift your dress up and over your head before letting it fall to the ground.

Underneath you reveal a red lace lingerie set. Peter’s eyes scan your body in awe, his mouth dropping slightly as he takes in the intricate details of the lace. He admires the way the top cups your boobs perfectly, the way it flows down and hugs your shape. He eyes the three shiny hearts that line the middle of the set.

“Fuck,” Peter mumbles, still admiring your body. His eyes shift down to your bare thighs, looking at the dangling garters. “You look, fuck” Peter groans, unable to form a sentence as he stares at you.

“You like it?” You beam, walking over to where he’s sitting so you can straddle his hips.

“I want to tear this fucking thing right off you.” He moans, kissing your neck. His teeth graze against your soft skin making you shiver.

“Yeah?” You hum as you pull your fingers through his soft brown curls. “You want to take this off of me right now?”

Peter lets out a small growl, reaching behind you to eagerly undo the bra. You allow the bra to slid off of you, as he flings it to the side. “These have to go too.” He says as he lifts you off of him to slide down your underwear.

A small gasp escapes your lips as you stand naked in front of him. “Peter,” you whine as the aching in your core becomes evident. You look down at him, his tight white shirt and grey sweatpants making you loose all sense of reality. “Peter please.”

Peter traces his hand along your abdomen, admiring the now scared skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pulling you back into his lap. His lips meet yours again, kissing you roughly and passionately. His hands travel to the small of your back, pulling your naked body closer to his. You feel his lips on your neck, pressing soft wet kisses against your tender skin. “You’re all mine now you know that? You’re my girlfriend.” He hums into your neck before biting down softly.

A moan tumbles from your lips as your hands make their way back to Peters hair. “Fuck Peter, I’m yours,” your eyes are skewed shut, taking in the simple feeling of Peters lips all off your body. The feeling of his head dipping down and to your breast. He lifts you up slightly, allowing him full access to your boobs. He pulls you towards him and connects his lips to your right nipple, flicking his tongue over the soft bud.

Another whine escapes your lips as you tug on his hair a little harder. His lips drag across your chest, moving over to your other nipples. He slowly takes it between his teeth, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips. “Peter please, I need you.” You whimper as Peter pulls away from your chest again.

“I can tell, you’re so wet for me.” He groans, shifting your body so your back was now on his bed and he was hovering above you. “I’m going to make you scream.” He smirks, guiding your thighs open.

He drops to his knees in front of you, kissing down your thigh. He lowers himself so he’s eye level with your hot core, the sight causes his dick to twitch against his sweatpants material. “Fuck you’re so hot,” Peter mumbles. He leans forward, darting his tongue between your folds. “You taste so fucking good darling,” he moans as his tongue continues to draw circles around your now swollen clit.

Another soft cry escapes your lips as the muscles in your legs contract. Your thighs squeeze around Peters head at the feeling if his mouth devouring every inch of your soft cunt. Tugging at his soft brown locks, another whimper tumbles from your lips, his tongue lapping up all your juices. Peter tugs your hips even closer to his face, helping you grind yourself onto his soft tongue. “Fuck, oh fuck,” you whimper, feeling something tug in your stomach. “Peter oh, I feel something I-“ you cry out as your first ever orgasm washes over your. Your body convulses as you cum on Peter’s tongue, which hasn’t stopped eating you out.

A groan escapes your lips as Peter leans up to kiss you. “Did I do good?” He whispers, kissing you again. You nod as you continue to kiss his puffy lips, moving your hands down his body and tugging at his sweatpants. Peter pulls away from your lips, tugging down his grey sweats followed by his tight white shirt. He hovers over you again, a goofy smile splayed across his face. “I have no idea what I’m doing.” He admits, gazing down into your lust filled eyes.

A small laugh escapes your lips as you sit up, pushing Peter backwards. “Neither do I, pretty sure I just came for the first time.” A blush spreads over your already rosy cheeks as you stand up next to Peter. “Lay down though, it’s my turn to help you,” you whisper softly.

Peter slides onto the bed, propping himself up onto his pillows, his eyes following your every move. You crawl onto the bed with him, laying between his legs. Hesitantly, you grab onto his hard length and begin to stroke his hard cock. “Does that feel good?” You ask as Peter lets out a loud moan.

“Feels so good,” Peter gasps.

“This was what you were doing under the covers that one day, wasn’t it?” You question, looking for conformation that what you were doing was correct.

“It is,” he groans, his hips thrusting up into your fist. “You’re doing so good,” you can feel his length throbbing in your hand causing you to smile.

“What else do you want me to do for you?”

Peter lets out another moan at your question, brushing the hair out of your face. “Fuck- use your mouth please.” He begs, his eyes watching as you lower your head onto his cock. Your mouth stretches around his length, gagging slightly as you go down. Peter throws his head back at the sight, gripping your hair between his fingers. You slowly begging to move your head up and down. Hallowing your cheeks as your tongue swirls around his swollen pink tip when you come back up. Saliva begins to dribble down your chin, causing a small moan to erupt from your throat and vibrate around Peter. “Shit,” he groans, bucking his hips forward. You gag again, making Peter’s dick to twitch in your mouth. “I’m going to cum,” he moans, shooting his hot cum down your throat. You pull away slowly, tears falling delicately down your face as a string of saliva connects from your lips to Peter’s still hard cock.

“Did I do good?” You hum, leaning up to place a kiss on Peter’s lips like he did to you after you came.

“You did amazing, I’ve never came so hard in my life.” He sighs, pulling you into another kiss. “Now lay down and rest your head on the pillows for me.”

You nod, switching places with Peter. He hovers over you, his body placed between your legs. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body into yours. Peter lets out a groan as he places his hands on both sides of your head, your arms going around his neck. “Ready pretty girl?” He hums, positioning himself.

“Yes,” you moan, feeling as Peter pushes himself inside of you. Another moan flies from your lips as you stretch around Peter’s length. His cock pushing deeper within you before pulling out again at a slow pace. “Peter,” you groan, rotating your hips slightly. A low groan escapes his lips as he thrusts into you harder.

His pace begins to pick up, his hips ramming into yours as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Your mouth falls agape as his hips slam into yours, the feeling of pure bliss traveling from the soft kisses he was placing on the shell of your ear all the way down to your toes. “Peter, I- you make me feel so good.” You moan, your chest heaving as his pace quickens again.

Peter watches as your boobs bounce up and down with every thrust, his mind going foggy as he fucks you into the mattress. “Pretty girl, are you going to cum on my cock?” He groans as he places a kiss on your lips.

“Yes Peter,” you cry, feeling another orgasm beginning to build up in your core. Peter keeps up his ruthless thrusts, making your whole body shake. Moans and cries slip from Peter’s lips as well, followed occasionally by your name. “Peter I’m going to-“ the feeling of your orgasm cuts you off as a wave of ecstasy overcomes your whole body.

Your cunt squeezes around Peter, causing his hips to falter as he reaches his orgasm as well. He pushes his hips deep within you, painting your walls with his cum before slowly pulling out. His body falls next to yours as he pulls you into his chest. “I love you.” He whispers to you softly.

Your fingers trace over his abs “I love you too Peter.” You hum. You both lay there for a moment in silence, soaking up everything that just happened. “Peter,” you say after a moment. He lets out a hum, looking down at you. “You remind me what it’s like to be alive.”

He smiles, kissing the top of your head softly. “You are alive darling,” he says against your hair.

“Yes, and you’re the reason I wanted to live again.” You say, shifting your body so your chests are pressed together and your face is hovering above his. Your lips press against his, and you take in the feeling of your heart beating in your chest as the way if feels to be out of breath. Your eyes lock once more as Peter pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “You saved me Spider-Man.”

“Just returning the favor, ghost girl.”

+++

AN: Hey guys! This might be the last chapter, not sure yet. If you want me to continue and make it so she gets introduced to maybe the Avengers or something lmk! Also! I will be out of the country until the end of June so I may or may not be able to publish anything for the next 20 days.

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The words fall from his mouth and a dead silence settles in the room. It takes a minute for your body to start moving towards his. He’s still looking down at the picture when you stop behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder as you look at it too. It’s been eight years since you saw the picture, you couldn’t remember what the image contained, not until now. Your eyes skim over the face of the man in the photo, he was older, probably early fifties if you had to guess. He was a stark contrast to the children behind him, thrown in a corner with their arms and legs tied. They were blindfolded and gagged, the sight makes your stomach drop. All the memories suddenly come flooding back to you at once.

You let out a stifled cry as your hand slaps over your mouth. “It fell out of his pocket in the elevator. He-he stepped off before me and so I grabbed the picture. It scared me so much I hid it in my secret hiding place…” you began to choke on your words, tears streaming down your face. “I saw him again, in the elevator the next day. He asked me where the picture was, I lied and said I didn’t know. I was young and couldn’t lie, so he took me. Took me all the way down…”

Peter looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. Standing up slowly, picture still in hand he slowly replies “you mean, the basement of the apartments?”

You nod as your eyes well up with more tears. “Yes, the basement. It was cold and damp down there, he-he,” you let out another strangled cry before continuing, “he did horrible things to us.” Your body begins to shake as you sob in Peters arms. His arms tighten around you, holding your shaking figure as you cry into his chest.

“I’ve got you now, you’re safe I promise. He isn’t going to hurt you ever again.” He soothes into your ear. He slowly runs his hand up and down your upper back, giving the top of your head an occasional kiss as he continues to whisper sweet things into your hair.

“My body is still down there Peter,” you whisper, another sob racking through your body. “We’re all down there.”

He nods, letting out a shaky breath. “We can go get you,” he says slowly pulling away from your body. “Do you want me to find you?”

Your eyes well up with a fresh set of tears as you nod, “I can be buried, and maybe then I can rest.”

Peter nods, giving you a warm smile. He wants to be happy for you, he wants you to finally be at peace. Yet, the thought of you no longer being around causes his heart to twist and ache. He doesn’t want to let you go, he wants you to stay here with him, he wants you to be his. “Let’s get dressed then.” His mind shoots back to MJ, how he was about to sleep with you despite being with her. “Oh, and I’m really sorry about this it was a heat of the moment thing and, you know I like MJ and all.” He says, grabbing his shirt and pants off the floor.

“Oh yeah, of course,” you say, giving him a sad smile. “MJ, I uh, would hate to ruin that. Which um reminds me, the kiss it didn’t mean anything either. Was just curious, that’s all.” You lie.

Peter can feel his heart shatter, of course the kiss didn’t mean anything. “Right, of course.” He finishes getting dressed, looking over at you, who’s now dressed as well.

“The new elevator doesn’t go down to the basement, we have to take the old one.”

+++

Peter scan the boarded up elevator, you stand next to him in your human form. “We have to take the boards off, then I can swing us down.”

You look over to Peter in his Spider-Man costume, he said it made him feel better to be suited up in case anything went wrong. Rather than helping him break off the boards, you watch as his muscles flex under the fabric, taking in every inch of him. Reminding you of the first night you met, and how you so desperately wished things would go back to the way they were.

“Ready?” His voice broke you from your thoughts.

You nod, allowing his arms to wrap around you. “I’ve been ready for the last eight years,” you whisper, watching as he shoots his web to the top of the elevator before you both start to descend downwards.

It was extremely dark on the way down and the air was damp and cold. Memories began to flood your mind, thoughts of everything that happened to you all those years ago. You cuddle closer to Peter, keeping your eyes trained on the wreckage of the elevator below you. Peter’s feet hit the top of the elevator and he helped to lower you down as well. “If anything goes wrong you turn straight back into a ghost do you understand?”

“What about you? What will you do?” You ask, watching as he pulls up the hatch on the top of the elevator.

“Don’t worry about me okay? Just, just focus on saving yourself if anything goes wrong.” He repeats, easing himself down into the remains of the elevator. “Come on, I can see the entrance to the hall.” He holds his arms open for you to jump into them. You nod, jumping down into his embrace. He catches you easily before setting you down and leading you both into the dark hallway.

“I’m surprised the lights still work.” You say furrowing your eyebrows. “They have to be on their last life.”

Peter nods, gripping your hand tightly. “I’m hoping they’re old lights. Otherwise someone’s been down here recently.” He whispers back, sliding off his mask.

Your eyes scan the hallways, looking for anything you might recognize. “That door, to the right.” You whisper, a sudden chill running down your back. “I’m…I’m behind that door. I can feel it.”

“Y/N,” Peter says stopping you both, “I need to make sure you really want to do this. I-I,”

“Peter, are you scared too?” You cut in.

He looks down at you with sad eyes before nodding. “I don’t know what’s back there for sure. I just know that you’ll be back there, and even though I know you’re dead you don’t seem dead. I-I’m scared to see you hurt. I’m scared to loose you…”

You turn to face Peter, raising your hand to gently touch his face. “I’ll be right here Peter, I promise I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to.

He shakes his head, leaning into your touch. “I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t let you stay for me, no matter what my feelings are for you.”

You furrow your brows, stepping closer to him as you keep your hand firmly pressed to his cheek. “What do you feel for me Peter?” You whisper.

His gaze meets your soft one, a feeling of emotions slowly begins to bubble up inside him. “I wish she was you.” He confesses, his eyes scanning your face for any emotion. “I want you,” he continues, “I want you all to myself forever. I never want to let you go. If I had any say in your fate you would leave here with me. I’d take you back to my room and you’d be mine. No more staying at Ned’s, no, you’d be mine.”

A smile spreads across your lips as your hand slowly moves behind his head, your fingers tangling in his curls. You pull him towards you, your lips pressing against his feverishly. For a moment everything stands still. The world around you seems to disappear as you press yourself into Peter’s lips, sucking in every second that his lips are pressed against yours. You lean back slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips. “I want you Peter. I want you to get rid of her, I want you to pick me instead Peter.” You whisper, leaning into his lips again.

He kisses you roughly, his hands gripping the dip between your waist and hips. He pulls you even closer to him, allowing you both to savor the moment before he’s forced to pull away from you this time. “I want that more than anything, you know I do.” He hesitates before he speaks again, “But I can’t do that to you, you have to move on.”

Silence settles around you both in the dimly lit hallway, the only sound coming from the buz in the lights. “I’ll stay for you,” you say after a moment, “I really will.”

Peter shakes his head, grabbing your hand from behind his head and pressing it to his lips. “Y/N, I can’t make you truly happy. You have to try and move on. I know I said I was scared before and I still am, but I have to let you go. You have to let go.”

Your whole body felt weak under his gaze and in his arms, a feeling of dread settling in your chest. You knew he was right, but that didn’t stop the tears from slowly flowing down your cheeks. “Okay,” you whisper as your gaze shifts over to the door. “I’ll move on.”

You and Peter pull away from one another, facing the door once again. You step in front of him, deciding to lead the way. You hesitantly walk towards the large white metal door, your hand reaching out for the handle. Turning the nob, you let the door swing open. You’re met with a sight that nothing could’ve prepared you for.

The sight of five small skeletons laid in the corner of the room, while the smell of previously rotting corpses still lingered in the air. You let you a gag as your eyes focused on the figure in the middle of the room. The walls felt like they were closing in as you stared at her. Her hair, her skin, her features, they hadn’t changed a single bit in eight years.

“Holy shit,” Peter gasps from behind you. His eyes focusing on a much younger version of you.

“How is this even possible?” You mutter, slowly approaching your frozen body.

Peter followed behind you, his eyes taking in the sight of your pervious form. “The cuts,” he mumbles, “they’re just like yours.”

You nod, hesitating to get any closer. “I didn’t think…”

“I didn’t either,” Peter says as he slowly brushes the arm of your dead body. “You’re so cold,” he mumbles.

“I just don’t understand…” you reach forward, allowing your fingers to connect with your body as well. You feel a tingle in your finger tips, taking a step closer you can feel yourself turning back into a ghost. The closer you step the more sucked into your old body you get. A frown settles onto your lips, you step once more before everything goes black.

You jut forward with a gasp, a sharp pain spreads all across your abdomen. The feeling of hot liquid gushing from your stomach suddenly becomes obvious to your senses which are going haywire.

“Y/N, oh my god Y/N say something.” Peter pleads, trying to find something to stop the bleeding.

“Peter help,” you gasp, as your hands struggle against the ropes binding them to the chairs. “I can’t move, I can’t,” you let out another gasp, your vision was slowly going dark. You could feel as Peter tugged off the ropes, allowing for your hands to go limp at your side.

“Hang on, I’m going to get you out of here.” Peter grunts, picking up your limp body. “Just stay with me, please.”

+++

Peter looks at you from across the room, disgusted by ur gayness.

“Ew. How could u be gay. That’s so gross and totally wrong.” He says.

You look at him like he’s the numbest bitch in the planet. “Peter. Ur literally so stupid. Even frogs r gay.” You counter, still being gay as ever.

Peter narrows his eyes at you, “yeah well those frogs are going to like hell.”

YOu let out a loud laugh and simply counting r to stare at him. “You wanna get fucked by a gay grl.” You tease, beckoning him to come to the bathroom with you.

Peter’s eyes go very wide, but he is intrigued. Even if ur very very gay. So he stands up and goes to the bathroom with you.

You look him in the eyes and smile again. “So what u ganna do for me baby girl?” He asks, a big ass smirk when j his face.

“I’m ganna fuck u until you can’t walk” u say, pulling down his pants.

“Oh god please” peter moans, grabbing your hips and pulling you close. “I want u to tick me so hard please” he begs. Kissing your very soft juicy lips.

You let out a moan, kissing him back very passionately. “Mmm Parker” you grunt, despite not even liking men.

You finish stripping him from all his cloths, then you take off your own. “Wow Peter ur so sexy. I can’t wait to fuck your fat cock”

You push him onto the sink and slowly begin to sink onto his big ginormous fat cock. It feels so good inside you which makes you leg out a loud moan. You grip his hair tight, tugging his brow curls. “Mmmm sexy.”

You groan.

His hands grip ur hips ahead he leads ur hips up and down on his big man

Ohhhhhhh” he cries, kissing ur neck sloppily. “Gosh ur so hot baby” he cries, feeling u on his cock.

You let out another moan before hopping off his big dick, flipping him around, and bumming in his big juicy asshole.

Peter cute too, squirting all over the sink. “Ohhhh shit that felt so good” he moans.

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Peter found out he was probate about three months later. He couldn’t. Be more scared of having a gay bitches baby. How could he possibly have the bay of a gay Bo. Like what. Anyways, he was so very pregnant and Tony was so upset because his son is so young and so very pregnant.

But Steve thinks that it’s a miracle from the gays that he’s pregnant with your gay baby.

So Peter is told he has to has it because it’s a gay blessing from a hot sexy woman who got him prhegnage

So he keeps being very very primate u Gil it’s time to deliver. And he had the hunky ads baby and feels so proud cause he’s a mommy now.

But ur a mommy too.

Peter reali3/ he’s so gay because he’s a mommy a fan yoruens a mommy so you’re hay.

Peter is ashamed of his gay self and decides to tie. The baby to bucket because his one hand will be a better mummy them him.

The end.

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