Summary: trying to seize the moment on your anniversary before the kids wake up
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, lazy morning sex, husband and wife, whispers, needing to be quiet, breeding kink, important discussion, domestic bliss
Word Count: 2kish? (I wrote in app again so don’t know)
A/N: this is a super quick idea I had before bed whilst in my horny feels for dad!peter. Also it took me way longer to decide on a gif to pair this with than write and I only chose this one because… well I gave up. Anyway, enjoy.
You were still half asleep when you felt him roll over in the bed next to you and snuggle closer. The early morning light from the city was already starting to penetrate through the curtains, but you forced your eyes to remain closed, enjoy the feeling of your husband cuddled in tightly next to you and get at least a little bit more sleep before the kids woke up.
However it seemed Peter had other ideas. You felt him shift behind you again, his arms moving under the covers as he pulled you back even further into the shape of his warm body, his morning wood pressing firmly against your ass cheeks through your underwear.
You remained still, feigning sleep, wanting to see how far he would take things or if he genuinely just wanted to have a morning cuddle- and his erection was just an unfortunate inconvenience. But as his hand moved down to stroke at the skin on the outside of your thigh and up under your nightdress, you knew this was more calculated than you initially realised.
“Mmmm,” you groaned as you rolled back into him, letting him know you were awake. “What are you doing?” You asked as he began to snake his hand into the front of your underwear, his fingers wasting no time as they began to rub lazy circles over your clit.
“I’m seizing the moment,” he replied in a hushed and husky tone into your ear. “Mabel had her sleepover at Aunt May’s last night,” he said, dipping two of his fingers inside you and making you let out a little moan. “Ben will be asleep for at least another half hour,” he continued, his body shifting slightly as he looked over at the alarm clock on your side of the bed. “Besides, it’s our anniversary weekend and I’m feeling like I haven’t really shown my wife just how much I appreciate her lately.”
You whimpered as he stopped pumping his fingers inside you and moved them instead, back to messily circling your clit. “Mmmm, Peter,” you moaned breathily as he leant in to nuzzle at your neck, his lips tickling at your skin.
“Shhhh, baby,” he hummed into your ear, “I don’t want to get interrupted again,” he said, reminding you of when he had tried to initiate sex last week before Mabel had burst in claiming to have had a nightmare. You had of course welcomed her into bed with open arms, much to her father’s frustration. “You owe me,” he had said to you in the dark after she had fallen back asleep between the two of you, and now it seemed he was ready to collect.
He shifted you back onto your side before hiking up your nightdress and slipping your underwear down your legs to get lost somewhere at the bottom of the bed sheets. You could feel him shuffling behind you as he slipped down his pyjama bottoms to expose himself, before lining himself up with you from behind.
You shifted your leg back over his thigh, allowing him space to manoeuvre. Even after all these years and two kids, he still managed to fit you like a glove. “Oh god,” he groaned into your neck before he pushed his forehead into your shoulder.
As he began to rock inside you, you closed your eyes, wanting to focus on feeling him deep inside you from this position. You hummed quietly, trying to hold back the moans that desperately wanted to fall from your lips, but still wanting him to know how much you were enjoying this, especially when his hand moved round to palm at your breast.
“You should come off the pill again,” he said huskily into your ear. “Have another baby,” he grunted, his thrusts hitting deeper and messier as he lost his mind over the thought. Peter had a real breeding kink. Neither of you had realised until you had actually gotten serious about trying for kids a year after you got married. It was something that just happened naturally and only became worse when you actually fell pregnant and began growing Mabel in your belly.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re pregnant,” he moaned into your skin. “So fucking beautiful when you’re carrying my child inside of you.” he gritted, his thrusts becoming firmer with each word as he lost himself to the fantasy.
“I thought you said we had to be quiet,” you hissed over your shoulder at him and his hand moved down to circle dangerously over your clit again.
“I am quiet,” he whispered, “I said it because you don’t know how to be.” His fingers pressed down on your sensitive clit as he spoke and as if to prove him right, you let out a slightly louder, unexpected and completely uncontrollable moan.
“Shhh,” he hissed into your ear again. “See, I told you-“
“Pete,” you whined quietly as his slow and deep lazy thrusts and circling fingers began to bring you to the edge.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you,” he reassured you quietly and you really had to focus in order to not cry out and wake the toddler sleeping soundly down the hall.
“Come on, baby,” he coached you quietly as your hips began to thrust back into him desperately, needing just that little more to tip you over the edge.
“Peter,” you whimpered, your teeth biting at your lips.
“I know, I know. I’ve got you, baby,” he cooed, his cock dragging agonisingly against that sensitive spot inside you, your legs closing tightly, making the feeling even more intense. Your fingers gripped tightly into the pillow under your head, your eyes screwed shut tight as he continued to lazily fuck into you.
“Gonna make you cum, then fill you nice and good,” he said and your pussy fluttered around him at his words spurring him on to thrust just that little bit faster and firmer.
“Oh shit,” you gritted, your knuckles nearly white now as you waited for that final tip over the edge. His hands moved down quickly to open your legs again and rub at your clit. It was too much, the final straw and suddenly your climax came rushing over you. You rushed to turn your head into your pillow and muffle the groans and obscenities that were falling out of your mouth as he picked up pace and continued to fuck you through it, wanting desperately to finish before Ben inevitably realised you were both awake and came looking for you both.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he gritted. “My wife. So fucking good to me. So fucking good.” You gripped the bedsheets tight as his hips began to stutter, your sensitivity so overwhelming you needed to do anything you could to ground yourself and get through it.
With another two deep thrusts he stilled before you felt him begin to pulsate inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides as his body collapsed over your own.
“I love you so much,” he panted into your ear as he pressed his head intimately against yours.
“I love you too,” you sighed, your eyes blinking heavily as they adjusted to the light of the room. “But you do know,” you said as your breathing continued to steady, his cock slowly softening inside you, “that if we have another kid, the chances of doing this will be even slimmer than they are now.” you sighed, just as you both began to hear thundering steps making their way down the hallway.
He groaned again, thinking that statement over before kissing you on the cheek. He sighed, pulling out of you and adjusting himself back inside his pyjamas under the covers just before the door clicked open and your little boy came bounding onto the bed.
“I don’t know,” Peter said as the three of you lay in bed with toast and juice watching early morning cartoons under the covers 30 minutes later, his eyes catching yours over the top of Ben’s head. He thought of Christmas mornings, the four of you all cuddled into this bed and opening presents. The bedtime routines. The many giggly games of hide and seek. The plethora of finger paintings on the fridge door, and smiled. “I think I’m willing to take those chances.” he said and you sighed in contentment, because three had always been your magic number anyway.
Charlotte toddles into your bedroom, grabbing onto Peter's thigh as he works at your shared desk. He glances down at her and lifts her into his lap.
"What's up, Charlie?" He asks, smoothing her unruly curls a bit.
"Go play princess tea party please, daddy. Mommy says she can't play because baby brother is hungry." She grabs his hands and plays with them while she stumbles through a response.
"Give me a minute to put this away and I'll meet you in the kitchen."
Peter places her down on the ground and she runs off to gather her toy tiaras and wands and everything needed to have her perfect princess tea party. A few minutes later Peter walks back over to you and Charlotte and gives you a kiss on the forehead.
"How you feelin'? I can refill your water and get you more snacks, I know breastfeeding always makes you thirsty." He says sympathetically, gently touching your son's sparce hair.
You sigh and hand him your water bottle, reaching for the remote to turn Tangled down a bit.
"Can you just wash this and get me one of the Gatorades?"
"Uh, I think we're out. Do you want some watered down Pedialyte?" He jokes.
You chuckle and nod, "Sure, I'll take some baby electrolytes."
"Great." Peter chuckles
He hands you back your cup now filled up and walks over to Charlotte.
"Alright, Lottie, I'm ready." He crouches down and sits in a tiny chair at one side of the miniature table.
Charlotte picks up a plastic crown with blue fake jewels on it and places it on Peter and puts a pink one on herself.
"Princess daddy." She nods and he holds back a laugh.
"Princess daddy? I thought I was the king."
"Um, no. I said princess tea party not king party." She shakes her head like she's dissapointed.
"Okay, Princess Charlotte Maybelle." He bows, his crown sliding down.
Charlotte adjusts Peter's crown and places a toy cookie and tea cup on his plate.
"Oh, Princess daddy, here's your cutlery."
"Wow, your highness, that's a fancy word." He pretends to sip from the toy cup.
"Silly, daddy, I didn't give you your tea yet." She pretends to pour tea into his cup from a toy teapot.
"Oh, yes, thank you, your grace." He nods.
Just as he begins to drink the imaginary tea, Charlotte interjects.
"Uh, actually that's poison." She exclaims.
Peter gasps and grasps at his chest.
"Noooo, how could you do this to the one and only princess daddy?"
"Because I want to be the real princess." She asserts, twisting her fake pearl necklace.
"But what about your brother?" Peter gasps falling onto the floor.
"Oh, I can't poison him. He just a baby, silly." She cackles.
"Tell mommy I still love her." He groans.
Your daughter laughs again, falling too to hug him.
"Okay, game all done, daddy." She grins.
He stands up then picks her up, throwing her into the air and catching her. Charlotte squeals with laughter as he plops her down onto the couch.
"Can I finish the thing I was working on while you watch that and I'll take you and the baby to the park after?" Peter asks.
Charlotte nods and you lean your head up for a quick kiss before he goes off to finish mending his suit.
Do you have any fics of peter being a teenage dad? Or just a dad in general? I've read a few over the years and loved them!
We have these. None with a teenage Peter though
love without end (series) by blondsak & Gruoch
Written for Irondad Bingo: Peter Calling Tony “Dad”
Sweet Stories and Gentle Goodnights by frostysunflowers
Series with Parent Peter and Grandpa Tony
The Best Part of Me (Is You) by seekrest
“Pete. Calm down.” Tony says, going to stand as Peter’s hands start to shake.
Michelle was in labor, Peter panicking - but Tony knew, as a father twice over, that Peter just needed reassurance.
“You won’t drop him. You stopped a train derailment last week and barely broke a sweat.”
“It’s not that. It’s… it’s me. What if, what if I…” Peter trails off, having stopped pacing. Tony sees the vacant look in his eyes.
It’s then that Tony understand that there’s more to it than normal parental nerves.
Edit: @peter-is-a-bean oops, I missed two that we had tucked away. And one of them is teen dad Peter. It’s not finished though
a sticky situation by ciaconnaa
“Hey, Tony, look what I can do!”
Of all the things he expected in the grand adventure that is babysitting Peter’s daughter, Tony did not expect to turn his head to find the kid stuck to the ceiling.
Like father, like daughter, it would seem.
Family by Onedayillhaveahouseboat
Peter Parker was ten years old when his Aunt May and Uncle Ben hired a babysitter.
He was eleven when Stephanie ‘Skip’ Wescott got pregnant.
And he was just twelve years old when his son was born.
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Peter Parker juggles being a teen dad and Spider-Man. But when tragedy strikes, Peter and Benji find a family in the Avengers.
CONGRATS ON 100!! 🎉 i was wondering if you could do a blurb about peter being the cutest, caring dad and building his kids stuff or for his own lil family 🥹. i’m in desperate need of domestic peter!
Acts of Service
--genre + trope: FLUFF, sfw.
--pairing: dad!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!f!reader
--word count: 0.5k
--warnings: dad!peter is the cutest and i'm not okay about it.
The sunny afternoon cast warm rays of light into your apartment. Winter was just on the cusp, so soaking in the last remnants of fall was essential, especially with your second child on the way. You just finished making lunch for you and Peter. Your son, Lucas, was screaming all night about missing his Auntie May, so after a quick call, you dropped Lucas off to spend the day with her.
“Hey, Peter! Lunch is ready,” you yell down the hall. A second of silence passes, before you peer into the hallway, wondering why he hasn’t called back yet. Listening closer, you realize Peter has a jazz record on, the music lightly filling the rest of the apartment. You laugh to yourself as you make a plate for him, and walk towards the source of the music. The room he’s in is going to be your daughter’s.
You’re about 30 weeks, so preparing for her has been on the forefront of your mind. Even though you’re barely showing, Peter has been very aware of what decorating you’ve been doing in the new room. As you make your way to the doorframe, you can see that your husband is hunched over, building a new chair that you both will be spending lots of time in. After Lucas was born, you spent many sleepless nights rocking with him in a chair similar to the one that Peter was building. You didn’t know he bought a new one, the box revealing a picture of it.
Your sudden presence makes Peter turn around and face you at the door, his senses picking up on you. He stands up, carefully walking through the mess he’s made, greeting you with a kiss. Looking down at the plate, his eyebrows furrow, “Oh, honey. You didn’t need to bring this to me.”
“It’s alright,” you smile at him, taking a peek over his shoulder, “I was wondering what you were doing in here anyways.”
Looking behind him, he studies the mess, “Yeah…oh, um, surprise!” He uses his free hand to present the project as if you hadn’t seen it the second you walked into the room.
Walking further in the room, you look at the half finished chair, “And when did you get this?”
He comes up behind you, reaching down to take a bite of his lunch, he speaks up, words muffled by his food, “I ordered it a while ago. I knew you loved the last one, and the same company just released a new one, so it seemed like perfect timing.”
“Thank you, baby,” you turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.
Setting the plate on the dresser next to you, he wrapped both his arms around your waist and kissed the side of your head, “Of course, bug.”
For the rest of the afternoon you spend next to Peter’s side, watching him build the rest of the chair. Watching him work on projects was your favorite pastime, especially when he’s making something for your family. Peter carries so much love for you and the little family you and him have built together, and he can’t wait to see his little girl.
--author's note: im sorry this was so cute??? i need domestic peter so bad, sighhhhh. keep sending in requests!!! don't forget to support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! ok, bye ily<3
"Can I sleep with you?" with dad!tom or dad!peter, you pick :)
DAD!PETER
pairing: dad!peter x reader
winter blurbs 2.0 ❄️ | 2.0 masterlist ❄️
your eyes refused to leave the newborn little girl who was now all swaddled and laying over your chest. you ran your hand over her back.
peter was settled on the chair near the hospital bed, watching you two fondly, however his lips remained twisted in a pout. when your eyes fell over his expression you asked, “everything good over there?”
“can i sleep with you?” he asked, voice low and hesitant, “i don’t wanna intrude.”
“oh, just come over here.” a huge grin covered his face hearing those words from you and he shuffled to get his shoes off quickly and cautiously climb onto the bed beside you.
he laid down, a gente hand replacing yours on top of your baby girl. neither of you two could stop looking at her in awe as she slept peacefully.
“can you believe we made her?” you mumbled.
“it’s pretty hard to believe. she’s out of the world.” peter’s comment made you chuckle, “you both are.” he said and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead.
“what do you think we name our little bug?”
“how about.. jessie?”
“you wanna name our daughter after the cowgirl from toy story?” you raised an eyebrow at him.
“obviously not!” he started in a defensive tone. “she’s from toy story 2.”
A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! I am so ready for what 2023 will bring and I thought how better to celebrate the new year than with a fluffy dad!peter fic. I also have some angst I might post next week but my course will be restarting so I might not have as much time. Anyway enjoy!
WC: 2.1k
Warnings: none :)
The morning seemed like any other morning, sunlight streamed onto your face unwelcomed after another restless night of sleep. It didn’t occur to you after the rush of the last week that today was anything but a new day.
The space next to you was cold and empty. Your husband was already out of bed, having responded to the last cry of your newborn son. You wrapped your warm robe around you to guard against the cold December air and made your way to the nursery.
The sight that met your tired eyes melted your heart; Peter was sat in the armchair next to the crib, his PJ shirt on the floor as he had skin to skin contact with his son. Those parenting books Peter had bought online the moment you had discovered you were pregnant hadn’t been such a waste of time after all.
Light snores escaped Peter’s lips as he held Ben in his arms. Both of them looked more peaceful then they had since Ben had been born. You snuck a picture with your phone and went to go and grab breakfast as a treat for you and Peter. Parenting was hard work and you thought you both deserved a little well done treat for making it through your first week.
Benjamin Anthony Parker had been an early Christmas present to the both of you, coming a week earlier than planned. On the 23rd of December at 3:29am a crying bundle of blue blankets was placed in your arms, blinking his eyes open for the very first time to look up at you and Peter.
Ben’s arrival made Christmas even more hectic than it might have been. More relatives and friends wanting to come over to see the baby and give him Christmas gifts and cuddles. You luckily escaped the mandatory visit to other people’s houses for dinner and parties but you couldn’t escape the joys of newfound parenthood which included lack of sleep and time to yourself.
Starbucks called your name as you drove past, knowing Peter would go crazy for a coffee and pastry right now. You parked up and yawned as you stepped out of your car, not even really being asked to care if you looked like a mess or not which you were sure you did.
The door chimed as you entered, the welcoming smell of coffee and frappuccinos filling your senses as you waited in line. You noticed a familiar face working at the counter and smiled as she greeted you.
“Well if it isn’t Mrs Parker.”
You laughed and blushed, still not used to being called that even after a year of marriage.
“Hey MJ. Can I have my usual and a coffee for Pete please?” You smiled, trying to fight back another yawn and grabbing a selection of pastries. MJ nodded and rung up your order. “Still working the holiday job then?”
“Yeah but it’s only for another few weeks and then it’s back to fighting the system.” MJ smirked, taking a moment to talk to you as the queue died down. You admired MJ becoming a big shot lawyer fighting for the little guy and taking down big companies, it was hard work but if anyone could do it it was Michelle Jones. Whenever MJ was back home she took little jobs to help her family and to help pay the extensive student loans that kept piling up.
“So any big plans for the night?”
You looked up and blinked at her, thinking hard about what she could mean. “Unless you mean changing diapers and singing nursery rhymes for the hundredth time then no.”
MJ smiled and handed you your drinks, squinting her eyes at you.
“You do know what day it is right?”
“Of course I do.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, laughing slightly. “I-it’s Thursday?”
“Oh Y/n you really are sleep deprived. It’s Saturday and it’s New Year’s Eve.” MJ supplied, sneaking you an extra cookie before going to help another customer.
You stared at her in disbelief. If it was New Years Eve you would have realized it sooner. Peter always got excited at New Years, saying it was the hope of a new year crammed into one night.
“I’m going to Ned’s party if you want to come but you don’t have to.” MJ snapped you out of your trance, smiling at you as she ate her own cookie.
“Why weren’t we invited?!” You spoke up, feeling offended since you and Peter were best friends with Ned and MJ.
MJ bit her lip and tried not to let out a laugh, leaning on the counter. “You were. You mumbled something sleepily on the phone and then passed it to Peter who did the same thing so we figured you were too tired.”
You hated to admit it but she was right. You couldn’t even remember taking their call or anything about a party invite. You said you would see how you felt tonight before taking your drinks and leaving with a final goodbye to MJ.
By the time you got home Peter was already awake and giving Ben his morning feed from his bottle. You smiled and kissed his head, placing the coffee cup and pastry in front of him.
“Thank you baby!” Peter whispered excitedly, stealing a kiss before going back to watching Ben. You ruffled Peter’s hair, noticing how tired he looked and yet how in awe he was of his son.
You stole Ben after his bottle for a morning cuddle and held him close, giggling quietly as Peter happily ate his breakfast. He must have caught on to the expression on your face quickly because he was pausing the bite of his pastry to come and hold you.
“Everything okay?”
You bit your lip and nodded unsurely, leaning into Peter whilst still holding Ben close. “Yeah, it’s just- I didn’t even know it was New Year’s Eve.”
“It is?!” Peter looked at you with wide eyes, in as much shock as you were about what day it was.
You nodded and sighed, stroking Ben’s face and smiling as he scrunched his little nose up like his Dad does.
“Ned is having this party tonight,” You caught sight of Peter’s annoyed expression and addressed his question before he could ask it. “We were invited, we were just too tired to notice.”
Peter tried to think back and had a brief moment of remembrance. “Shi- I mean sugar!” He quickly corrected himself and put a hand over his mouth. Peter had made up nonsense words and random ones to cover up his swears including map, witch, bam and your personal favorite fudgearoonies. Even without a child in the house it wasn’t unusual for Peter to say things like that instead of swearing.
You giggled and gave Ben back to Peter, smiling wide as he made funny faces at him. They walked to the nursery. You went to grab your own breakfast before quickly turning back as Peter gasped and called for you.
“What?! Is Ben okay?” Your parent senses, much like Peter’s own spidey senses went into hyperdrive as you rushed into the nursery, breathing a sigh of relief as you saw Peter was smiling and holding Ben in his arms.
“He smiled! He smiled at me!” Peter looked at you with watery eyes, bringing Ben over to you. “And not like a gassy smile, a proper smile!”
You remembered when Peter had been excited last time Ben ‘smiled’ only for the real reason to be discovered moments later through smell.
You watched as Peter did his funny faces, trying to get his son to smile at him once again for you to see it. It was a perfect moment to see especially as Ben made a smile at his Dad and you could see it reach his little eyes just like Peter’s smile did when he was really happy.
“Oh my god!” You smiled wide too and kissed Ben’s head, joining in with making funny faces so you could see it again and maybe even grab a picture of it this time. A tear fell down Peter’s cheek from pure happiness as he watched his son smile for the first time and the second and the third.
Eventually Ben grew tired of people pulling faces at him and became fussy, wanting nothing more than to nap. You and Peter set him back down in his crib and smiled, holding each other close as you watched him fall back to sleep. Something you wished you could do at that moment.
And Peter almost tempted you to do exactly that, getting as far as pulling you into the bedroom before the doorbell rang. You both sighed as the doorbell woke up Ben.
Peter went to comfort Ben whilst you got the door, opening it to see May on the other side. You smiled and warned her against the doorbell to which she apologized. You could hardly stay mad at her when she was carrying what smelt like her homemade roast chicken.
“I know parenting isn’t easy but if anyone I know can do it, it’s you two.” May comforted you, giving you a hug and expressing her worry for how tired you seemed. You insisted you were fine but she saw right through you.
“It’s normal to be tired, babies are hard work.” May laughed and started telling stories of little baby Peter and how he was a fussy baby from the very beginning. You laughed and finally felt yourself relax for a moment as Peter walked in carrying a calmer Ben.
“There’s my grand nephew!” May made grabby hands towards Ben for a cuddle and Peter happily handed the small baby to her. “And my grown up nephew.” May smiled and pulled Peter in for a hug as well, reiterating what she had already said to you.
May even offered to take Ben out for a little bit of fresh air to which you gratefully accepted. Peter and you even managed to get 30 whole minutes of uninterrupted sleep, cuddled in each other's arms.
By the time the night fell when everyone was getting ready to go out or get drunk, you and Peter were singing your son to sleep. You blamed Peter for making Ben’s favourite song a Ramones song but the way Peter sang it was enough to make up for that fact. He would never admit it but Peter’s voice was beautiful, gentle and soft. You hadn’t heard it that much until Ben was born and it was just one of the many things you were thankful that Ben had brought you.
May’s roast chicken was all gone by the time the clock reached eleven. Ben had already woken up 3 times in the past 2 hours and you had even called May to check that nothing was wrong with him. Peter spent half of the time sitting in the small armchair next to the crib, watching Ben and humming softly to himself. You joined him and sat on his lap, cuddling into your husband’s chest.
A loud commotion sounded from outside of your apartment, people cheering and shouting “Happy New Year!” as they celebrated. You stirred from your sleep, not even remembering having drifted off as you calmed Ben down quickly and looked out of the window.
Ben was entranced by the stars outside and the fireworks that were going off in the sky. Colours of all kinds lighting up the dark night sky and the loud bangs, even though distant were enough to wake Peter up.
“Hey.” He mumbled sleepily, wrapping his arms around you and kissing Ben’s head. Peter rested his head on your shoulder and looked out at the view before noticing the time. “Happy new year princess.”
You looked at him in surprise before noticing the clock, it read 12:03. “Happy new year Petey.”
You smiled softly and kissed Peter’s lips, a tradition you had kept up since high school. You had always been each other's New Year's kiss even when you were both too oblivious to realise how you felt about each other.
Peter kissed you back sweetly, the taste of his lips pulling you back in for more until a tiny hand reached up to your face causing both of you to giggle. “And happy new year to you, too little guy.”
“He already doesn’t like us kissing.” Peter joked, pecking your lips once more before blowing a small raspberry on Ben’s cheek. You giggled and did it to the other side of his face, making Ben smile once more.
You didn’t care what the new year brought you as long as you kept hold of what was right here in your arms. That was all that mattered.
You stood in your kitchen finishing making food for dinner when Ben, your son came out of his room with his girlfriend.
"Oh hey, honey, max. You here exactly on time. I've just finished making food!"
Your son groaned and rolled his eyes.
He looked so much like peter...
God blessed him and he got his eyes, and his beautiful freckles and his sharp jaw,
Though he got you h/c hair and nose.
"MoOom!! Max need to go home and-"
"Actually I'd love to have dinner with you! If that's ok with you Mrs. Parker" his girlfriend stopped him, moving her gaze from him to you.
You smiled at her, she was a sweet girl who made your son happy, so "of course you can! You always welcome max!" You smiled sweetly at her.
"Please, call me y/n. And we'll just wait for Ben's father he should be home any-"
As in a sign peter walked in, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm here! I'm here!! Sorry I'm late!!"
He walked over to you, warping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek.
"hey there wife"
You rolled you eyes and turned around in his arms. "how was work? You came home smiling" you whispered.
"amazing, but I'll tell you later, I see we have a guest here"
He turned to max.
"Max! Good to see you"
She smiled at him and let go from Ben's hand. "Hi! Good to see you to Mr. Parker"
"Peter" he corrected her with a soft smile "why don't you go help y/n set the table?"
She quickly nodded and went help you.
Peter's pov:
"You really love her, don't you?" He asked his son, that looked at his laughing girlfriend.
Ben's eyes shoot at peter, his eyes wide and his cheeks red.
"How do you know?"
Peter chuckled and put a hand on Ben's shoulder.
"You look at her like Ben looked at may, like Tony looked at aunt pepper, like everyone telling me I look at your mother. It's love" he smiled, proud of his son.
He waved him off, looking back at max.
"I can't tell her yet. I don't think she's ready"
"you know, when I told your mom that I love her she kicked me in the guts. There's never good time and she'll always be ready"
Back to your pov:
You sat around the table, eating and chatting.
"So, y/n, peter how did you too meet? I know you're both were at the avengers"
Max asked, holding Ben's hand on the table.
"Oh no" Ben sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Be ready to a fairytale" he mumbled.
"Peter and I met thanks to my dad... Tony.
Peter just got his suit and I got mine,"
"Captain America and iron man went against eachother and y/n was at cap's side, for some reason" peter complete you and rolled his eyes.
You gave him a little nudge and cracked a smile.
"Anyway. Peter asked me out a few months later. When we were 15, after almost half a year to our relationship, I got pregnant with our little boy here" you winked at your son.
You could never ask for better life.
You were in a beautiful house, with your gorgeous husband who lived you and an amazing son.
You were so happy.
"but unlucky him, he got his dad's nerdy personality"
Ben blushed and groaned again.
"MoOoOM" he whined.
Max looked at him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
"and lucky you, I like nerds"
She looked back at you.
"You're the hottest parents in our class you know that? You got lucky B" she looked back at her boyfriend.
"Why thank you, max. And I know" peter winked..
"Thank you y/n, peter! I had a really great time tonight!" Max smiled when Ben walked her out.
"You too sweetie, I hope I'll see you soon!" You waved at her.
"So this went well" Peter's arm crawled to your waist, pulling you closer.
"Uh ha" you agreed, putting your hands around his neck.
You pulled his in, kissing him right on the lips.
He moved his hands down to your thighs.
You pushed him "our son is right outside. You should wait at least" you scrunched your nose.
"but we can keep this for later. Ya know, your still the hottest dad in 9th grade"
"Well, that's cause I'm married to the hottest mom in 9th grade" he pecked your lips making you smile even more.
Then, you heard the door open and Ben walked in, his whole mouth covered with a familiar pink lipstick, and a dreamy look in his eyes that matched his stupid big smile.
"Ben honey, you alright?" You narrowed your eyes.
"I told her that she's my y/n to my peter, and that I love her" he started "and she told me that she loves me back"
Reader sitting on Peter's lap while she's holding their baby 🥺 pls can you imagine that? It would be so cute
Peter was slumped back in the rocking chair, his patrol was over and his little Rosie wailed cries for the whole city to hear. He’s beat aliens and super humans yet when it came to the two month old he was useless.
“Please go to sleep, for daddy?” He tries and the little girl only cries louder. A sleepy you entered the room, he didn’t want to wake you, wanted you to catch up on all the rest you needed but you couldn’t sleep without him and without knowing she was okay.
“Baby I—“ peter started. His eyes red, the verge of crying himself when you hold your arms out for her and he gently passes her off. He watches as you bounce her, her cries dying down but not enough. Not until you sit in Peter’s lap, tired as well as you lean back into his chest. That was when her cries completely stopped.
“There you go.” You croaked out as she finally fell asleep. Peter’s calloused hands coming up to wipe away her stray tears.
“I’ll be honest,” Peter’s voice was raw from his singing and hushing to the girl. “Thanos might’ve been easier to get down than her.” He jokes and you only shook your head with a slight laugh.
“She wanted her mama and her dada, she just wanted us both.” You smile down at the girl who curled up in your arms. Peter smiled with joy, his girls, his family, in his arms.
Peter planted a soft kiss to the exposed shoulder, wearing tank tops to bed more often as you never knew when you had to feed. His hand rubbed up and down your side, gently scratching.
“I love you.” He whispered and you turn to look at him.
“Me or her?” You had a small smile on your face. Peter’s hand came up to your cheek, stroking it gently.
“Both of you, I love both of you.” He kissed your cheek before looking back at her. “With everything that’s ever happened, I never thought I was deserving of this but...” he starts to go on but you cut him off.
“But you are. You are deserving.” You promised him and he sniffled a bit. Enjoying the moment for a bit longer before you moved to set her back into her crib. Her twisting a bit before getting comfortable.
“She’s just like you,” you turned to peter. “Needing to take up almost all of her crib.” You poked his nose and he sniffled, crying from lack of sleep and his love for you.
“Hey, it’s called—“
“Utilizing the space, I can’t wait for her to start saying that.” You smile as you lean into his side with a yawn. “You can stare at her all morning, let’s get some sleep.” You take in his hand and walk down the hall into the bedroom.
With peter ‘utilizing the space’ as he spread out his entire body on the bed and you only smiled as you curled up into his side. With all his scars and bruises, all his imperfections, he was so lucky to land a family like you. So lucky to call you his love and to share a baby with you.
