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Peter Parker was extremely worried when a band of terrorists attacked his school. They didn’t even seem to be organized, but before he could do anything, the room filled up with knockout gas and he watched as his classmates struggled to keep consciousness. He eventually succumbed to its effects. When he woke up, he was trapped in a cell and his spider sense was going crazy, but that wasn’t the worst part. He was trapped in a cell with most of his fourth period class and a few other students, which included both Ned and MJ.
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Prompt Number 23, 29, 18, & 21 are together in one fic that I would consider NSFWhump. It is part ten of the series. It is the only mature rated work in this series.
Part One - Prompts Used:
No.1 - All Trussed Up & Still Nowhere to Go; No. 4 - Trust Fall; “You have to let go.” | Barbed Wire | Bound | “Do You Trust Me?” | taken hostage | pushed
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33670642
Summary:
Peter was stalked by Aldrich Killian for weeks before the man decided to enact his plans. He had failed to take Tony down all those years ago, and he wouldn’t be making that mistake again. He strikes while the boy is on another field trip with his AcaDec team. He took them hostage on live television and sent a message to Tony as he grabbed a stunned Peter and locked a collar around his neck. Peter had tried to fight back, but had been stopped by Killian’s fire. His arms now sported multiple burn marks, and his powers were shut off by the collar. Tony must get his kid back before it is too late.
Part Two - Prompts Used:
No. 2 - Talking Is Overrated; No. 6 - Touch and Go; No. 7 - My Spidey-Sense Is Tingling; Helplessness | numbness | blindness | Bruises | Touch Starved | Hunger | Garrotte | choking | gagged
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33688816
Summary:
Peter Parker was extremely worried when a band of terrorists attacked his school. They didn’t even seem to be organized, but before he could do anything, the room filled up with knockout gas and he watched as his classmates struggled to keep consciousness. He eventually succumbed to its effects. When he woke up, he was trapped in a cell and his spider sense was going crazy, but that wasn’t the worst part. He was trapped in a cell with most of his fourth period class and a few other students, which included both Ned and MJ.
Part Three - Prompts Used:
No. 3 - Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But....; No. 5 - I’ve Got Red In My Ledger; Betrayal | misunderstanding | Broken Nose | Taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33850492
Summary:
Peter thought that he and Ned would be best friends forever, but that all changed once Ned hit him in the face so hard, he broke his nose. Ned had betrayed him for some mysterious reason, and Peter was confused. Things get so much worse once the Green Goblin joins the party.
Part Four - Prompts Used:
No. 8 - Coughing Up A Lung; No. 9 - Rumors of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated; Presumed dead | (blind) rage | tears | Pneumothorax | exotic illness | “Definitely Just A Cold”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33872227
Summary:
May dies from a mysterious illness and Peter is quarantined. Little did they know that it would turn out to be an illness that was thought to have been eradicated many years ago with the help of Hank McCoy. Peter gets sick, and Tony must call McCoy for help. They could only hope that they would synthesize a cure in time to help Peter.
Part Five - Prompts Used:
No. 10 - Oops, I Did It Again; No. 11 - Just Keep Swimming; No. 12 - It’ll Be Fun, They Said; Adrift | drowning | dehydration | Hospital | flare up | ice chips | Torture | made to watch | begging
No. 13 - That’s Gonna Leave A Mark; Torture | begging | Burns
No. 27 - “I’m Fine, I Prom...”; No. 28 - It’s Not Just In Your Head; Alt. No. 7; Alt. No. 11; Near Death Experience | Screaming | Passing Out | Vertigo | Collapse Good. You’re Finally awake. | Nightmares | Panic | "This is gonna suck." | Cauterization
No. 30 - Digging Your Grave; Alt. No. 1 - Losing Control; Major Character Death | Left For Dead | Ghosts | Losing Control
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34238209?view_full_work=true
Summary:
Peter Parker is initially targeted as a means to ensure cooperation by Tony Stark. This eventually spurs into something different, and the spider is caught by someone much worse than his original kidnapper. Peter's a very popular target when it comes to kidnapping, and somehow, Tony Stark must find a way to get his kid back after multiple subsequent kidnappings.
Part Six - Prompts Used:
No. 14 - Under Pressure; No. 16 - On A Need To Know Basis; Recovery | scars | aftermath | Crush injuries | beaten | force
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34318048
Summary:
Thaddeus Ross goes after Tony because he won't surrender the location of the Rogue Avengers. Tony hides that Ross is trying to get him on charges of treason because he may be hiding the Rogue's location, but things become intense when Ross takes things into his own hands by sending agents into into Tony's home, arrests him, and kidnaps Peter at the same time. The avengers must band together to save the two before Ross kills them.
Part Seven - Prompts Used:
No. 15 - Feed A Cold, Starve A Fever; No. 20 - Lost & Found; No. 26 - You Will Go Down With This Ship; Trunk | trapped underwater | solitary confinement | Delirium | fever Dreams | bees | Fallen | waterfall | trap door
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34456936
Summary:
Pepper, Tony, Peter, Morgan, and May go out for a nice family dinner, but then disaster strikes. The owner of the restaurant tranquilized them. When they wake up, Tony panics as he realizes that both of his kids are missing. His kids had been taken by an unknown suspect, and he was terrified.
Part Eight - Prompts Used:
No. 17 - Field Care 101; No. 21 - That’s Where The Blood’s Supposed To Be; Bleeding through the bandages | pressure | blood matted hair | “Please don’t move!” | Hemorrhage | dread
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34570147
Summary:
Peter and May are in a dangerous situation when the store they go to gets robbed. Things go bad, and the Punisher was in the area because of a target. His target happened to be one of the robbers of the store, and he felt the need to help Peter and May after things went awry.
Part Nine - Prompts Used:
No.19 - Just A Scratch; No 22. - They Made Me Do It; Bitten | Bleeding | Stabbing | Cursed | Demon | Obsession
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34591030
Summary:
Morgan Stark was playing outside of the lake house when she was suddenly bit by a glowing red spider. She thought that she had been poked by a thorn from the flower she picked by her jungle gym, and the wound was examined, but none of them even thought that it could have been a spider bite. There had been no sign of a bite mark or even any blood on her finger where she felt the sting. None of them had any clue about what would happen after she fell asleep that night.
Part Ten - Prompts Used:
No. 23 - You Break It, You Buy It; No. 29 - All Work and No Play; No. 18 - The Doctor Is In; No. 24 - One Down, Two to Go; “Now smile for the camera.” | Doctor’s visit | CPR | “You’re still not dead?” | too weak to move | overworked | Auction | Ransom | Pursuit | Self - induced injuries to escape | flashback | revenge
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34709146
Summary:
Tony and Peter are kidnapped from a charity gala when a human trafficking ring decided to get their next victims from the gala. Tony and Peter are separated, and back-up arrives. They were too late, so now Tony must have the help of Magneto and the Wolverine in order to save his kid from a terrible fate.
Part Eleven - Prompts Used:
No. 25 - Hide & Seek; No. 31 - Hurt & Comfort; Disaster Zone | trauma | prisoner Escape | flight | hiding
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34816618
Summary:
Peter wakes up in a strange world. Everything around him is sandy, and he can hear bombs in the distance. He wonders how he got there. He couldn’t remember how he got there. Where was he? He wanders around until he can see a helicarrier in the distance. He noted that he had a large cut on his side as well, and that he was in odd Egyptian-like clothes. The last thing he remembered was walking to the subway and being on his way to Ned’s house. What the heck happened, and why is there a talking bird?
Dark Currents (Intoxicating Fear Fanfic)
I: Dark Currents
@chaotic-orphan
TW: choking, strangling, strangulation, stalking, drugging, intimate whumper, intimidating whumper, disoriented whumpee.
The night was a deep blanket of silence as Kit walked home, the distant sounds of the city fading behind him. After a gruelling shift at the hero tower, fatigue clung to him like a shadow. The dark alleyway ahead felt especially foreboding, its walls lined with graffiti that whispered stories of forgotten souls. Streetlights flickered, casting unsettling shadows that danced across the damp pavement, creating an eerie mosaic of light and dark.
Just as Kit turned a corner, a figure lunged from the depths of the shadows—Ambrose.
Before Kit could react, Ambrose tackled him to the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He gasped as Ambrose’s hands tightened around his throat, panic surging within him like a tidal wave. The chill of the concrete seeped into his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat of his rising fear.
"You thought you could escape me?" Ambrose’s voice was cold, filled with a twisted satisfaction that sent shivers down Kit’s spine.
"Let me go!" Kit shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. He strained to summon his electric abilities, but Ambrose’s grip was like iron, dulling his spark, leaving him feeling powerless.
Ambrose leaned closer, a cruel smile curling his lips, the flickering streetlight illuminating his features in a sinister glow. "You’re not in control here."
Kit’s heart raced as he twisted beneath Ambrose, trying to break free. With a sudden burst of strength, he managed to throw Ambrose off balance, but it was temporary. Ambrose was on him again, pinning him down, his hands constricting around Kit’s throat like a vice, the world narrowing to a painful focus.
"Why did you come back?" Kit gasped, struggling for air.
"Because you need to come with me," Ambrose replied, his tone unyielding, as if he were delivering a decree. "You belong with me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen."
Kit’s mind raced, memories flashing like lightning. The last time he had seen Ambrose, it had been under vastly different circumstances—filled with a familial solidarity, occasional laughter echoing in the air, not this violent chaos.
In his mind's eye, Kit recalled Ambrose and Jude, silhouetted against the city lights, locked in a passionate kiss, their joy stark against the backdrop of a darkening sky. They had looked so carefree, so oblivious to the storm brewing around them.
It was just a rumour, Ambrose’s voice echoed in Kit's thoughts, a haunting refrain. Jude and I... it meant nothing.
With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Kit managed to shove Ambrose off him, scrambling to his feet. But Ambrose quickly recovered, grabbing Kit’s arm and pulling him close again, the smell of sweat and cologne enveloping Kit in a dizzying haze.
"Let’s talk," Ambrose said, his grip still firm, the intensity of his gaze unyielding.
Reluctantly, Kit followed, feeling the tension crackle in the air between them like static electricity. They walked to a nearby bar, its neon sign flickering ominously, casting a ghostly glow on the cracked pavement. Inside, the atmosphere felt heavy, thick with unspoken words and the scent of stale beer mingling with the faint aroma of cigarette smoke.
Max, the bar owner, greeted them with a nod, his weathered face a map of years spent in the dim light. "What’ll it be?"
"Two shots of whiskey," Ambrose ordered, his tone lacking warmth, as if he were merely playing a role in a dark theatre.
As they settled onto the bar stools, the faux leather cracked beneath them, and Kit couldn’t shake the unease that clung to him like a second skin. "What about Jude?" he pressed, muted anger flaring again, the question like a lit fuse.
Ambrose waved a dismissive hand, irritation flickering across his features. "Forget him. We have more pressing matters."
The whiskey arrived, amber liquid glinting under the low light, and they downed the shots, the burn cutting through the tension like a knife. Ambrose leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "You still don’t understand, do you? You’re meant for more than this life."
Kit narrowed his eyes, anger bubbling beneath the surface, a tempest ready to erupt. "You think you can just show up and demand I leave everything behind?"
Ambrose’s gaze was intense, as if he were peering into Kit’s very soul. "This place is holding you back," he replied. "You need to step into the light with me."
Kit felt the weight of Ambrose's words, but the alcohol was dulling his resolve, making the room sway slightly.
Unbeknownst to Kit, Ambrose had slipped something into his drink. After another sip, a wave of dizziness washed over him, the world spinning around him like a carousel gone awry.
"What did you do?" he slurred, struggling to stay upright, the edges of his vision blurring.
"Just a little something to help you relax," Ambrose said casually, a predatory glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Kit’s spine.
Kit’s strength faded, and he felt the ghost of Ambrose’s hand tighten around his throat again, the imaginary pressure making it hard to breathe, suffocating him with fear.
"Why are you doing this?" Kit gasped, panic rising like bile.
"Because I need you to understand," Ambrose said, his tone chilling, devoid of warmth. "You’re mine."
As they stumbled back to Kit's apartment, Ambrose’s presence loomed over him like a storm cloud, dark and oppressive. Inside, Ambrose closed the door with a slow, deliberate motion, the sound echoing ominously in the small space.
"This isn’t over," Kit whispered, fear and anger churning in his chest like a storm at sea.
Ambrose stepped closer, his expression shifting to something darker, more primal. "We need to talk about us."
"Us?" Kit echoed, scepticism lacing his voice, as if he were trying to make sense of a riddle with no answer.
Ambrose held his gaze, eyes intense and fierce. "I didn’t abandon you. I had my reasons, but now I’m back for you."
Kit’s heart raced, caught between anger and the flicker of something darker, something he didn’t want to acknowledge. "You think it’s that simple?"
The pressure around his throat returned, tightening just enough to send panic coursing through him like a wildfire. "You need to listen," Ambrose commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
"You can’t just expect me to forgive you," Kit managed to say, breathless, the words escaping in a whine.
"I came back for you," Ambrose insisted, his grip still firm, unyielding. "You have to understand."
Kit felt the pressure building, the edges of his vision blurring as darkness threatened to creep in. "You’re hurting me," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper.
Ambrose released him slightly, but his eyes remained locked on Kit’s, a predatory intensity that made Kit’s pulse race. "I won’t let you go that easily."
"What do you want from me?" Kit managed, desperation creeping into his voice, the weight of the world pressing down on him.
"I want you by my side," Ambrose replied, voice low and menacing, each word dripping with a power that was both alluring and terrifying. "But first, you need to know what you’re getting into."
Kit glared at Ambrose, heart racing, feeling trapped. "This isn’t love—or whatever you think this is. You’re just trying to control me."
Ambrose stepped closer, the tension between them palpable, electric. "I’m trying to save you. You don’t see it yet, but I’m the only one who can."
"I can take care of myself!" Kit shouted, his anger finally boiling over, a defiant spark igniting in his chest.
With a swift movement, Ambrose seized Kit again, his grip tightening until Kit felt the world closing in around him, darkness threatening to swallow him whole. "You’ll understand," Ambrose said, voice cold and unyielding.
Just as Kit felt he might pass out, Ambrose released him, stepping back, breathing heavily, as if he were wrestling with his own demons. "I want you back, Kit. But you need to accept that I won’t let you go."
Kit staggered, gasping for air, the fear mingling with something else he couldn’t quite place, an unsettling mix of dread and yearning. "What have you done?"
Ambrose’s expression turned serious, the weight of his words heavy in the air. "I’m not playing games. This is about survival."
As dawn broke, pale light filtering through the grimy window, Kit knew he had to confront Ambrose and figure out what he truly wanted. The weight of the night pressed down on him, suffocating yet exhilarating, but he couldn’t ignore the twisted bond that kept pulling them together.
This was only the beginning, and Kit had no idea where it would lead them. The struggle for control would continue, but one thing was certain: he wouldn’t back down that easily.
Continued here
Goretober Day 25: Cyanosis
He’s got his tie on a little tight
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her.
No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
An excerpt from Robert Browning’s “Porphyria’s Lover”
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I based this off of a series of pieces by radishezrom (go check em out!!) don’t do drugs kids