My Top Player No Matter What

my top player no matter what <3

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

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summary: while expecting, peter can’t help but brag to every single person he sees that you’re carrying his own little ‘spider-baby’.

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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, talk of pregnancy, pregnancy, hints of sex, just really cute

i thought of this and immediately knew this would be something andrew’s peter would do, so here we are <3

word count: 1K

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 smoothing across the prominent bump of your belly, circling around waiting for his daughter to kick. You were sat on his lap, chest against your back and his head between your neck and shoulder; his soft, growing out hair tickled your jaw and your head relaxed back on his shoulder. Your hands were gripped loosely around his wrists, following his movement as they roamed aimlessly around the home your child currently lived.

“I can just tell she’s gunna be a daddy’s girl, you know?” He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against the shell and tingling your entire body. His lips kissed your jaw, feeling a smirk on his lips as his daughter reacted to his words and movement: kicking your belly and signalling that she was already trouble before she was even here.

You held back a smile, failing miserably. “Really? You don’t think she’ll prefer the person whose had her in my stomach for the past 6 months?” You raised your brows, curious on who will be the favoured parent (hint: it was you).

“No way,” He groaned into the skin between your neck and shoulder. “As soon as she finds out her dad is the friendly neighbourhood spiderman, I’ll be the favourite.”

You looked up at his curiously, eyebrow quirked upwards and a smirk painted on your face. “Yeah, totally.” You teased, watching his shake his head and giggling to himself; content with the family he was about to begin his life with, the perfect woman and the most beautiful baby on its way. He couldn’t think of anything better.

He listened to the noise of your heartbeat, the thumps loud with his spider sense. “You can’t tell everyone about this, you know?” He heard your voice. “What?” He questioned.

“The baby, I know it’s been 6 months but I’d rather not walk to work and see ‘Spider-Baby On The Way!’ printed on every magazine.” He smiled at you. “Poor kid isn’t even here yet, I’d rather her first appearance not to be in the tabloids.”

Peter stroked the stray hairs off your forehead, his heart bursting at your dedication to keep this a little family, already feeling pressure for carrying the Spider-Man’s baby girl.

“I promise, love. I won’t say a word.”

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“She’s 7 months along today!” Peter smiled down to the citizens of New York, their smiles up to the man dressed in the spider suit.

The girls squealed, in awe and cheeks a splash red. The men grinned, eyes glistening with happiness and a subtle wink of pride. “That’s adorable, man. See ya Spidey!” Two of the guys waved.

Peter jumped down from the street sign, waving his hands infront of the people and webbing a couple citizens passing by into the little group he had created to engage in the conversation. “Woah, woah, woah! Did you know that my wife thinks that our kid will have my spider powers?” He beamed from behind the mask.

The crowd gasped and awed, heads tilting and eyes doe. Peter nodded his head amongst the reactions, “Yep, yep. I’ll teach her the ropes, but my wife will definitely kick my ass because of it.”

Many people clapped as Peter playfully did a bow towards the crowd and bit his lip to contain his smile. He shrugged off the compliments and congratulations from his fans, loving the thought of everyone being so supporting of his new and upcoming family of three.

“Hope it’s all well, Spidey!” Peter felt like he was going to cry. “Tell your wife congrats!” He’s on the verge of tears. “Take the time of Spider-Man, look after your family!” Sobbing profusely behind the mask.

What a family you would be. The three of you, you. You’re at home, carrying his child with the spaghetti boiling in the pan, knowing damn well you are running your hands over the bump of your belly, pretending it’s his hands. You’re the perfect mother, soon-to-be mother actually. And him, the superhero with a child, the most beautiful child to ever exist and to have the most fulfilled life you can guarantee. You. Shit! You!

He was meant to be home an hour ago! Thanks a lot Spider-Man fans! I blame you completely for making me talk about my favourite thing to only forget about my favourite thing! Damn.

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 cold the moment he fell through the window, sprinting to the shared bedroom so rip off his suit and walk in the front door to where you would assume he simply got caught up and didn’t hear what he was saying.

He kicked the door to the bedroom and pulled his mask off his face, yanking down his suit to his torso and trying to pull off his shoes, extremely ungraciously.

The light switching on in the room made his jump and land on the ceiling, head falling down to search for danger until it faced a phone screen.

Spider-Man brags about soon-to-be Spider-Baby with his longtime girlfriend, turned wife.

“You won’t tell anyone, huh?” He heard your voice from behind the glowing screen, holding it up for a while so he could read it upside down. Peter groaned and dropped onto the floor.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think before I spoke. Someone asked me about my future and I immediately thought of you and our child and before I knew it I was— wait a minute, are you laughing?”

He furrowed his brows when he heard your giggles and lip tugged between your teeth with a grin etched across you face. “Peter, I don’t care.” He relaxed his shoulders and fell into a hug with you, one of his hands resting against your belly.

You tilted your head up to bump foreheads with his, noses rubbing against each other as his was cold at the tip, your warm aura heating him up. He leaned to kiss your lips continually, whispering sweet nothings as he apologised still.

“There’s still no way I’m letting you teach our child the Spider-Man duties. Especially not the ropes.”

Peter laughed at you, knowing very much well that he would do it anyway. This was he chance to have a Spider-Baby, who would give up that chance?

this is awful but like anyways

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if you’re gonna talk shit about mase’s pen then keep that same energy for mane :)

hey how are youuu :) was just wondering since requests are now open if you knew when you would continue pretty girl and bet on it?

i’m good anon, how are you? i am intending to continue bet on it very very soon, but i’m not too sure where to go with pretty girl! i’m having a spiderman burst of inspiration though so it shouldn’t be too hard <3

it won’t be too long, however the weekends are my main time to write for reference :)))

Y’know the major boyfriend vibes I get from Mason in Monaco is not NORMAL.

He’d 100% be the type to keep you close to him at ALL times especially since it’s both your first times at an F1 weekend but he’d prioritise you first before himself :(( so for example just keeping a simple hand on your lower back but keeping you close to him or holding your hand most of the time you guys move from station to station, or if you needed the toilet he’d offer to escort you and wait near by whilst holding your bag or if you were going yourself he’d say something like “yeah go on love I’ll still be sat here alright” SKSJHASISJS NO I NEED HIM NOW 🧎🏽‍♀️

ORRRRR

He’d check up on you ever so often to make sure you weren’t too hot or thirsty etc and he’d try speed up interview processes and pictures because he’d feel bad for leaving you with the boys.

Oleksandr Zinchenko with a Ukraine flag around the Premier League Trophy | 21/22 💛💙