FINALLY IM HERE DFVDFVFD congrats so much love, you deserve so much more and ilysm <333333 honestly the only reason I'm invading your askbox so late is because I didn't know which one to choose because they all look amazing!!! and since I don't see a lot of dark content how about Darling - send me a dark theme and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. stalker!au with remus lupin) with kidnapper!au with peter parker ? thank you so much and congrats once again!
come celebrate 2.5K with me!
Darling - send me a dark theme and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. stalker!au with remus lupin)
sil you're so so so sweet!! ilysm, you're always so endlessly supportive and I appreciate you so much :( <33 also yeah like one person has requested anything dark KNSGJNSG tysm for fueling the sick bitch inside of me <3 okay, but kidnapper!peter who's still spiderman 👀
Your hands, long since entangled in the sticky webbing that held you to the wall, had started to lose sensation. Any struggle you attempted proved futile, only sticking more of your skin to the webs.
You had thought Spider-Man was a hero. You had idolized him, the city's own vigilante, stopping crime in its tracks, looking out for the little guy while simultaneously accidentally uncovering massive schemes.
How could you have predicted this?
How could you have predicted stepping out in front of a car, the corner you crossed from not showing you the vehicle and vice versa? You had processed everything late, hadn't processed the car being there until you were ten feet above it, hadn't processed being grabbed and lifted until you were safely back on the ground, hadn't processed being put down until Spider-Man's mask was in your face, hadn't processed Spider-Man's mask in your face until he was walking you home.
Except, he wasn't walking you home. He was walking you to his home, not yours. He had conveniently left that information out.
He'd coaxed you into his apartment, urging you that you were in a state of shock, that he couldn't, in good conscience, let you sleep alone in your apartment. You'd thanked him kindly for letting you sleep in his bed, brain still whirling with excitement and shock as your body shut down for the night.
You hadn't woken up like you'd gone to sleep. Gone were the plush pillows, silky sheets, and hefty duvet. Instead, you were in a dingy concrete room.
Surely, this had been a horrific accident. Surely, some out-of-this-world super villain had stormed Spider-Man's home, capturing the hero and taking you prisoner. Surely he hadn't gone down without a fight, surely he had struggled.
Your hands were immobile, but everything was too foggy in your brain to examine why.
When you saw the foot of Spider-Man's suit come through the trapdoor at the top of the room you were in, your heart leapt in your chest. You were saved! He'd escaped, and was coming to rescue you!
He landed gracefully on his feet, stalking towards you slowly.
"You're okay! You're okay, I don't know what happened but-"
"Nothing happened." His voice was inappropriately calm for the situation you were in, and he made no move to help you with your restraints.
"You were almost killed. But I saved you. And you're safe now."
"But I- you're not," You felt your stomach sink, "Did you do this?"
"Who else?" He gestured to your hands, and for the first time you examined your restraints, noticing that they were webs.
"You.. You're holding me hostage!" You cried, shrinking away from the hero in disguise.
"I'm keeping you safe," He repeated, "You're safe now."
