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poemsforparker · 2 years

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Stitches n' Patches - Part I | tasm!Peter Parker × fem!Reader

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Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Synopsis: Coming home from a party on a certain night, you find Spiderman extremely wounded inside a dumpster at your street. Seeing someone needing your help you don't think twice before bringing him home and patching him up. You built trust. It becomes a regular thing, and you get to know better and fall for the guy behind the mask.

A/N: I'm planning 5/6 episodes but that will depend on the course of the story, maybe I do some more.

Warnings: mention of wounds.

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Peter felt his body get weaker at every second. He couldn't move a finger by the point he felt the cold metal though what was left of his suit and felt a terrible smell invade his nostrils. He blacked out at the same spot.

You were coming back from a party. It was past 2pm when you thanked your Uber driver for leaving you home safe and warned your friend still inside the car to text you when she got home. Between the sound of your keys tingling you stop hearing something coming from the dumpster in front of your building.

Thinking maybe it was a stray cat you got closer carefully not to scare the animal hoping you could take it home and get it some food. While you aproached the sounds coming from the inside were not at all seeming like a cat.

You tought about just getting out of the cold into your house. Whatever that was it was not your problem, but the curiosity spoke louder and you looked inside the dumpster to identify behind a messy blue and red suit there was a very injured man. Spiderman was in your street dumpster.

He looked your age, or close. He was pretty. You tought. "Sir?" you shook him carefully to se if you got any response. Nothing. "Sir, can you hear me? My name is y/n, and I'm going to help you, okay?". You didn't know if he could you hear you but still took a shot.

You opened the door of the building and before taking the man inside, you called Stacy, your neighbour/friend to help you get the stranger in, and also so someone else knew you were bringing him inside. He may be a known figure but you were still a woman bringing a unknown person to your place. It was not exacly a secure idea.

"Want me to stay here and help you with whatever the fuck you're doing?" Stacy asked yawning.

"No need, girly. You've already done enough, you go to sleep, and thank you."

"No prob. Tell me how this" she points between you and spiderman on the couch, still blacked out "went tomorrow, okay? And I want to hear about the party too. Spair no details."

"You got it, Stace, now good night and good luck on your exam tomorrow" you whisper not wanting to wake up anyone else and show her thumbs up, she laughs.

"Thanks. Night, y/n" she shuts your door leaving just you and the man. You knew well enough what you had to do since your mom was a nurse. She taught you a thing or two, and looking at him, he could really use some help.

When you get back with your first aid kit in hands, he wasn't at the couch anymore. "Shit" you mumble. Before you could start looking you hear a loud bump in your floor, close to your bedroom... window? When you get there you see him on the floor, hands on his ribs a hurt look in his face. "You were trying to get away though my window at the state you are? Are you crazy?" You begin to get closer and he tenses up. "Don't worry, I brought you here to help you." You swing the kit above your head where you knew he could see.

"Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter who I am, you need help and I'm gonna give you that."

"No, I don't" He says trying to get up and falling again.

"Doesn't look like that to me" you mock and get him up you bed ignoring his complaints."It's me or the hospital, Spiderman. I'm guessing between a college girl who works in a coffee shop and a whole team or nurses seeing you face you'd rather me. So stay still and let me patch you up." He doesn't say anything but lets you do your job. He seemed airy and was looking at he ceeling the hole time between the hisses he gave you when the cottom touched his skin. "What's on your head, bug boy?"

"They saw my face."

"Who did?"

"The guys that did this. They saw my face."

"oh" was all you could mouth "I'm sorry." he remains silent trying to hold back the whines "Maybe they can get nothing on you, you know, with just your face." you manage to say, trying your best to comfort him.

"Yeah, maybe. Either way I'm gonna have to lay low for some time. If they see me as me or spiderman on the streets I'm screwed"

"Yeah. They did you pretty bad" he hisses once more when you start to work in one of his opened wounds."Sorry. Sorry. I think this one will need stiches, but I don't have any anesthesya here now. It's that okay?"

"Do what you gotta do, I guess"

"Okay, I'm going to get the stuff to sterilize this. Please try not to jump of my window while I do so, won't do you any better, I guarantee." You get up to the kitchen to start boiling the water and get back to the room as fast as you can before he does anything stupid. Lucky for you, he was still there. "That needle is gonna have to boil for at least half an hour before I can use it so I have plenty of time to work on the rest of the wounds. Show me where else is hurting." You instruct.

"Would be easier if I showed you where it doesn't hurt," he tries to joke and you remain serious "C'mon, it was funny."

"Didn't think so. I'm not a fan of nearly-dead guys in my bed, y'know?"

"I'm not going to die. I've been though worse."

"Worst than this?" you use you point finger to circle above him "I doubt it."

"I'm serious. One time, I fought a flying goblin guy."

"wow"

"Who was my childhood bestfriend."

"Damn, you've been though a lot."

"You have no idea..." a comfort silence takes place of your voices and now all you could hear was the sound of the water boiling and sometimes the boys whines. You step away a little once you were done fixing him up, at least you did the best you could, now was giving him the needed stitches and hope they didn't infect.

"So... Spiderman. You have any place to stay for the night? I assume you don't live near here."

"Yeah, I'm pretty far, I could swing home if I wasn't feeling like a bag of shit." this time you laugh. "So you do have a sense of humor"

"Well, duh. But I just asked you this 'cause if you don't' think it's too much, you could stay for the night. I'd really like to keep an eye on these wounds if you don't mind me.”

"Won't that be too much to you?"

"Not at all, Spidey. I live alone, have some of my exe's clothes here you could wear after taking a shower because you are not sleeping on my bed smelling like this and I'm definitely throwing these sheets away. "

"You still keep his clothes?" you can't hold a laugh seeing Spiderman wanting to hear gossip about your love life while bleeding and smelling like trash on your bed. It was comical.

"Not that that's any of your intress, sir. But yeah, I did keep them, he didn't' seem to need them when he was fucking one of my 'friendss' so"

"WOW. He did that?"

"Yup. And tried to get his clothes back, can you believe that? I lied to him saying they weren't here. I didn't even know what I was going to do with it but I was definitely not giving him them back."

"Yeah, you did right. Sorry about that, the guy seems like a jerk."

"He was. But you see that, at least his clothes are going to be usefull for something, unlike him. Everything has a good side, I guess" he laughs with hands on his hurt wribs. He was starting to trust you more after you told him something so personal about yourself.

"Well, if you really don't mind it, I think I'm gonna take you kind offer, m'am. I don't think I can get home like this."

"I'm glad you are. Anyone you should warn you're not coming home to, bug boy? I can land you my phone if you need to text somebody."

"I have my aunt." he smiles seeing your attempt to find out if the had a girlfriend, it was sweet. "If it really isn't a bother, I would like to text her I'm okay."

"I'm gonna head to the kitchen get the needle to start the hard work." before delivering it to him, you check your phone quickly to see if the friend from earlier texted she got safe, thankfully, she did, so you put your phone in his hands, already opened in the message app "Here, text her. While I go you take this top part of yours off, will you? I don't want anything around the wound risking infection, think you can do that?"

"Didn't even pay me dinner, lady." he mocks at your order to take of his top, doing it while you get out of the room.

"Keep on your head I could've left you to die" you yell from the kitchen. "All ready, let's do this." you come back with gloves and the sterilized needle ready to go. He smiles seeing you so concerned about a possible infection even tho that was nearly impossible due to his radioactive blood, tho he liked the idea of not taking that risk. Peter fixed his position in the bed to let you have easier access to his naked chest. You put your legs around one of his legs, almost sitting on his lap and looked at him in the eyes "You good?"

"Yes, Do it."

You put the needle on his skin already apologizing, every time you poke his skin you let out a "Sorry" with the most gentle tone you could have. When it was done, you put the gauze in his freshly stitched skin and stuck it there with the adhesive plaster. "Good as new." you smile at him and you stare at eachother for a long moment before you broke the eye contact. "You really should take a shower, bug boy, you smell awfull." You smile. "Tomorrow I have my day off so I could help you stitching that up too." you point at his suit. "I'm gon' get you a towel." you get up of his lap. Handing him a fresh new towel you kept in mind to throw away later.

When he was getting into your bathroom he stoped by the door to glance at you with a playful grin on his face "I never got your name."

"I'm, y/n y/l/n. I assume I don't get to know yours."

The boy seems to take a second to think before deciding what to answer, and finally tells you. "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."

"It's nice to meet you, Peter Parker." you smile at him and he smiles back before closing your bathroom door behind him.

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katedrakeohd · 5 years

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Move me Baby

#Wacky Drabbles - This drabble includes the prompts:

#8: Help me with this, would you?

#9: Maybe you're too innocent.

(Mature 18+ .. sexual content) -- Drake and Kate are still at her Mom's house and it's finally bedtime.

Find my previous Seven Wacky Drabbles Here

Song inspiration: Movement - Hozier

Curled up under the soft blanket with Drake's arm wrapped around her, Kate felt safe, secure and sleepy. Drake couldn't help but notice how Kate leaned more heavily against him, her body melting into his. Giving her a gentle squeeze he presses his lips to the top of her head. She sighs with contentment and wraps her arm across his middle as she closes her eyes.

Lorraine and Carol were settled comfortably on the loveseat nearby, an orange tabby cat curled up in Lorraine's lap. Drake caught her eye from across the room.

“I think it's time for me to take this sleepy Momma to bed before she needs to be carried,” He whispers.

With a nod of her head Lorraine’s expression softens as she replies, “Kate's had a long day, no doubt she needs her rest. Go ahead and take her on to bed, Carol and I can tidy things up here.”

Drake gently smooths the hair back from Kate's forehead, giving her a kiss. She stirs, murmuring sleepily. “hmm?”

As Drake sits up , Kate revives a little more, wiping her eyes and yawning. “Time for bed honey,” he says.

After they get up from the couch, Kate stretches and then turns to smile at her Mom, “Nighty night Mum.”

“Goodnight sweetie, see you in the morning.”

Kate follows Drake out of the room, taking a detour to the bathroom. “You go on up ahead of me, I need to use the bathroom first.”

Drake's brow creases with concern when he notices how pale she looks, “Ok, if you're sure. I'll see you upstairs.”

Kate nods and then closes the bathroom door behind her.

Drake makes his way up the stairs, the wooden treads creak noisily under his bare feet. He breathes a sigh of relief when he reaches the sitting area at the top. Four pairs of yellow eyes turned and glared at him, he had clearly discovered the cats' hiding place. It was obvious that this was a place he didn't belong, making him feel uneasy. As he turns the knob on the bedroom door the cats scatter from their places on the furniture and pad silently down the stairs. Drake breathes another sigh of relief after the cats leave, he missed his corgis, at least they were friendly.

In the bedroom he sits down on the end of the bed and waits for Kate. Looking around he appreciates the craftsmanship in the construction of the log home. He and Kate had joked about him building a log cabin on their property in Valtoria to give him a place to escape the world. The rugged and wild landscape of their home duchy was just the kind of place where he wanted to be, but with winter coming he would have to put his cabin retreat plans on hold for now. Grinning to himself he feels a happy warmth spread through his chest at the thought of adding another room to his cabin plans for their child on the way. Tears spring to his eyes at the realization that he's finally growing a family of his own, and for the first time in a long while he felt like his future was bright.

Kate turns on the tap in the bathroom, splashing cool water on her face. Morning sickness was the wrong name for what she suffered from, because it struck her at any time of day. So much for enjoying her Mom's apple pie. Rubbing her belly she whispers,

“How are you doing down there baby of mine? Mommy loves you plenty, so help me with this would you? If you want to grow big and strong you need to let me keep my food down.”

Using the cup by the sink she rinses out her mouth, swishes some mouthwash from the bottle under the sink and then rinses with water again. That would have to do because she didn't have a toothbrush. With a sigh she brushes her hair back from her face, giving her cheeks a rub in an attempt to bring back the rosy glow of vitality she used to have.

I don't know why they say that pregnant women have a certain glow, cuz I look half dead. The thought of feeling miserable for the next few months while her body morphed into something akin to a giant pear suddenly made her feel like crying. Drake won't want to touch me when I'm as big as a house. Fighting back tears she grabs some tissues out of the box on the counter and blows her nose. Another wave of nausea hits and she groans. Ugh not again.

Still sitting on the end of the bed, Drake catches his reflection in the standing mirror across the room. The baggy clothes really weren't doing him any favors. He felt pride in maintaining his muscular physique, and the oversized shirt made him look small. The boxers however, if he really wanted to, he could fill out the extra space with a little encouragement. But the thought that Jake's junk and ass has rubbed all over the inside of the underwear was a total turn off. Drake was getting anxious for Kate to come to bed so he could finally get these clothes off.

The creaking of the stairs makes Drake's heart skip and he feels all giddy inside. Jumping up from the bed he quickly strips out of his clothes and slips under the blankets. Leaning on his elbow he strategically lowers the bedclothes to expose the perfect amount of his body while keeping the goods hidden.

When he hears the doorknob turn he quickly combs his hair with his fingers. Ok, ready the smoldering expression and..

“Oh hey there beautif-..”

Kate opens up the bedroom door, feeling exhausted from heaving her guts and ready to throw the blankets over her head and sleep forever. When she sees Drake all sexy and waiting for her in bed she feels an overwhelming surge of sadness and starts to cry all over again.

Drake's face falls upon seeing Kate's sagging shoulders, swollen eyes and overall crushed demeanor. How could she go from being ‘ happy wisecracking Kate’ one minute and suddenly become ‘sad sack crying Katie’ the next? Hormones that's how.

Drake's brow knits together with concern and he pats the bed next to him, “Oh Honey, what's wrong? Were you sick again?”

Kate nods, her bottom lip jutting out and quivering as she slumps down onto the bed. Turning away from him, she breathes a shaky sigh as he reaches over to rub her back. “Everything's going to be okay Kate. What are you worried about? You can tell me.”

The soothing motion of his hand calms her down, but she's still hesitant to tell him. “You're going to think it's silly..”

Drake moves over closer, wrapping his arm around and hugging her against him, “I love you no matter what, you know that.”

Kate sighs, trying to put her thoughts together without sounding foolish. “It's just…my body's changing and I’m worried you're not going to want me anymore.”

Drake fights back tears as he presses his face into the back of her neck, his voice is thick as he whispers. “Oh Kate….I could never not want you.”

When he slides his hand under the hem of her shirt she flinches. “It's ok Kate, let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“Drake, I..”

Placing his hand gently on her belly he whispers, “Sssh, it's alright, let me show you.”

Throwing back the blankets, Drake gets out of bed and then holds out his hand to her. “Come with me.”

Kate lets him lead her over to the mirror. When he steps in behind her, reaching around to pull up the bottom of her shirt she closes her eyes. “No, don't close your eyes. I want you to see what I see. Now lift up your arms so I can undress you.”

Kate obeys, feeling a warm tingle as his hands brush against her skin. After he tosses the shirt, Drake smooths her hair off to one side and then leans down to kiss her shoulder. “What part of this beauty wouldn't I want to touch?”

Kate watches in the mirror as his fingers slide down her arm and then gasps as his hand reaches over to cup her swollen breast.

“Don't worry I'll be gentle.” He says, his other hand sliding down to the waistband of her pants to cup her baby bump.

“You're so beautiful Kate, how could you think I wouldn't want you?”

Placing her hands over his, she meets his gaze in the mirror. Holding her hands away from herself to simulate how big her belly might get, she puffs out her cheeks in an impression of being fat. “Even when I'm out to here and as big as a house, you'll still think I'm beautiful?”

Wrapping his arms around her tightly his heart aches at her feelings of insecurity. “Of course I will. You're our baby's house. The bigger you get, the more beautiful you become to me.”

Kate sighs, “Drake you know what I mean. Even when I’m miserable and huge and won’t let you touch me. Are you going to be mad?”

Drake gently turns her around, cupping her face in his hands. “Of course not. I love you deep down to my bones Kate, both of you. Now stop worrying.”

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and the warm smile on his face, Kate blushes feeling embarrassed. “I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. How can you be so calm when I can barely keep myself from freaking out all the time?”

Tilting her face up he leans in to kiss her gently on the lips. When he pulls back Kate sucks in a breath, the brief contact leaving her lips tingling. “Because of you Kate, you give me purpose. You give me a reason to smile everyday, and give me a future I never thought I'd have.”

“Oh Drake,” Kate sobs, reaching up to pull him down to kiss her again. Gripping his hair, she doesn't want to let go. Tasting the salt of her tears on his lips, Drake feels a choking sob rise up in his throat, threatening to steal his breath.

Breaking off the kiss, he gasps and buries his face into her neck. Kate wraps her arms around him, holding tight and pressing her cheek against his chest. Both chests heaving, they stand quietly and listen to the other breathe. “I love you Drake,” Kate whispers when she can finally form words again.

Sucking in a deep breath, Drake squeezes her tighter, whispering into her hair. “I love you too.”

Stepping back, Drake kisses her cheeks, wiping away her tears with his thumbs, brushing her hair back from her face.

“From now on, no more sadness. Just happy tears. Ok?” he chokes out, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

Kate nods, sniffing and smiling. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, she goes up on tiptoes to kiss him again. “I promise.”

Drake leans back, picking her up and spinning her around until she giggles. “Ok! Ok! Put me down.”

With a chuckle he sets her down and slides his hands down her back, tugging playfully on the waistband of her pants. “I think Mommy is still over dressed. Let me help you with that.”

Dropping down to his knees, Drake gazes up at Kate. His hands skim up the back of her thighs and he cups her ass in his hands. Looking down at him, Kate rakes her fingers back through his hair and smiles. As he leans forward to kiss her belly button she giggles at the tickling sensation of his breath on her skin.

Wrapping his arms around her waist he presses his cheek to her belly, Kate giggles at the smirk on his face. “There's nothing to hear yet, what are you doing?”

Looking up at her his smile widens, “I'm giving our baby goodnight hugs. Until I can do it for real, I'm gonna do this every night so I can hug you both at the same time.”

“Oh Drake honey, that's so sweet.”

Kate strokes him gently on the back of the head and neck as he closes his eyes and places soft kisses on her belly. Rocking Kate side to side he whispers to the baby, “Maybe you're too tiny and innocent to understand my precious babe, but your Mommy and Daddy love you so much and can't wait to meet you.”

Kate's feels her heart swell with love at the tenderness and devotion in Drake's words. Fighting back fresh tears she tips her head back, and clears her throat to maintain her composure.

When Drake starts to tug down her pj pants, placing kisses on her tender skin as he exposes it, Kate asks with a grin,

“Whatever happened to that grumpy, brooding, snarky guy I fell in love with all those many months ago? I miss him.”

Drake stops his kisses, nipping at the skin on her outer thigh, cupping her bare ass in his hands. He looks up and gives her a devilish smirk. “What happened is you Kate. You turned him into a complete mushy, sentimental marshmallow. And I'll spend the rest of my life punishing you for it.”

Swaying her hips, causing her pants to pool around her ankles, she giggles as she steps out of them. “Mmm, punish me how?”

Sliding his hands down the back of her thighs, Drake tickles the back of her knees, causing her legs to buckle. Kate gasps and places her hands on his shoulders for stability. “Oh I have my ways.”

Grabbing her ass again, Drake tickles his tongue along her moist slit, tasting her and breathing deeply of her scent. He groans as Kate grabs him by the hair and pulls roughly, tipping his head back to look up at her. Pursing his lips he blows gently on her dampened skin, sending a jolt through Kate's nerve endings that causes her to throb and ache for his touch.

Working his way back up her body, Drake carefully stands and places kisses up over her belly, her ribs, up through the valley of her breasts. Kate cradles his head to her chest, savoring the sensation of his warm lips and breath on her skin. She gasps as his tongue flicks across the swollen bud of one nipple and then the other. Gripping her ass he lifts her up and presses her up against him, letting her feel the hardness of his desire. Kate drops her head back and moans as his lips and teeth blaze a trail up the side of her neck. As his ragged breathing reaches her ear, Kate can feel her toes curl as molten heat pools between her thighs.

“Oh Drake,” she whispers, her eyelids fluttering shut.

Scooping her up into his arms, Drake carries her back to the bed. Kate holds him by the shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. She nips playfully at the side of his neck, and he growls as he tries to lay her back on the bed. Kate refuses to let go, bringing her mouth down hard onto his and swallowing his groans of protest.

Bracing his knee on the end of the bed, Drake changes his grip on Kate, sliding his fingers down the crack of her ass to spread her open. Kate moans against his mouth as she feels him rock his hips upward and probe her with the tip of his cock. Giving her a bounce he thrusts up hard, and sheaths himself fully inside. Kate gasps and cries out at the sudden intrusion, raking her nails across his back. “Oh ffuck yesss.”

Easing her down onto the bed, Kate lets go of Drake and scoots backward toward the pillows. Climbing onto the bed, Drake kisses his way up the inside of her leg, sliding his hand up the back of the other.

Kate bites her lip as she watches his advance, aching to have him inside of her again. Parting her with his thumbs he massages and teases her before kneeling between her thighs. Arching her back, Kate moans as he probes her depths again, and then surges forward to stake his claim.

Bracing himself on either side he dips down to capture her lips in a heated and passionate kiss. As he continues to rock his hips and stroke his way into her fully and deeply, Kate whimpers and grips at his hair. Whenever he pulled himself back she was tugging him forward again, wanting more of his mouth.

With a groan from deep in his chest, he reaches up and pulls her fingers from his hair and forces her hands up behind her head. Sitting back on his heels he brings her legs up to brace against his chest and to drape over his shoulders. Hugging her around the thighs he quickens his pace, and Kate grips the pillow behind her head.

As her moans and panting breaths spur him onward toward his release, the wet sound of skin on skin coupled with watching the bouncing of her full breasts, sent a dizzying thrill shooting through his veins. When Kate's moans get louder, and her face grimaces and flushes in the throws of ecstasy, Drake throws his head back and roars out as he spasms and rides out his own orgasm.

With her eyes closed, Kate can feel her heart continuing to hammer against her ribs, taking deep breaths to try to calm herself. She feels light headed and giddy with happiness. Peeking up at Drake, he seems to be in a similar state. His eyes are closed, and he has his lips pressed against her leg. Easing her legs down off of his shoulders, he drops forward and snuggles into her chest, resting his weight back on his heels and elbows.

Stroking his hair, Kate kisses him on the forehead. “Aww, you poor thing are you all played out now?”

“Mmhmm,” he mumbles, enjoying the soothing motion of her fingers on his scalp.

As his breathing becomes more even, and his head lays a little heavier against her chest, Kate realizes he's falling asleep. When she tickles his earlobe he twitches and snorts. Kate gives his shoulder a little shake to encourage him to roll over, and he mumbles his apologies and settles down on his side next to her. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kate climbs under the covers. Leaning over to kiss Drake on the cheek, Kate snuggles in next to him and falls asleep.

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