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Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)
In honor of revealing the Spider-Man: Brand New Day spidey suit. Set in a universe where Tony lives and Peter still meets the other Spider-MenâŠ
Peter, showing Tony with a spin: Isnât it cool? I stayed up all night sewing it!
Tony: Of course it looks great, kid. I just wish you wouldâve let me help. Still confused on how you managed to prick every single one of your fingersâŠ
Peter: But, I wanted it to be a surprise! And I didnât know if youâd be upset if I, uh⊠stopped using the suit you made me..?
Tony: Upset? Itâs your hero costume, Pete. Anything you wouldâve chosen wouldâve been perfect. Or, yâknow, close to perfect. Nothing beats the Red and Gold.
Peter: Pretty sure Spideyâs colors are Red and Blue? I mean⊠I think so? All my brothers had red and blue suits, so-
Tony, already mentally signing the adoption papers: Pause. Your who had what now?
Peter: Oh! Donât worry, theyâre from different universes.
Tony: YOUR WHO ARE WHAT NOW .
hi, Q! Love your fics and wanted to request one.
I wanted to request a fic of Stark!Reader and Peter Parker, getting pregnant in their teens some angst(Tony kinda hates him)yada yada skip some time and their kid is like 3 and ruins Peters wedding proposal(like by maybe finding the ring box and asking Tony and reader what the box was)in front of the other avengers(like Sam, nat, Steve and Bucky who were tying to help him set it up.
Hi! I'm so sorry, I didn't see your request. You requested way before I turned my request off. So, I hope you enjoy your requested fic.
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Parings â Peter Parker x Stark! Reader
Warnings â Teen pregnancy, panic, slight cursing, protective Tony Stark, mild emotional distress, dramatic reader energy, Peter being the softest bean but terrified of dying via Iron Dad, accidental proposal, chaos toddler.
Summary â A broken condom. A pregnancy. Tonyâs fury. Peterâs panic. And somehow, a chaotic toddler and surprise proposal later, pure love.
It all started with one condom breaking.
One. Freaking. Condom. The deadliest snap of latex in human history.
You and Peter had been together since you were sixteen...young, stupid, head over heels, and utterly inseparable. Every kiss felt like gravity was pulling you into each other. Every glance lasted too long. And that first time? It had been awkward and sweet and fumbly and perfect, wrapped in giggles and whispered âI love youâs. You were careful. But even the universe sometimes has other plans.
And yours apparently included becoming a mother at seventeen.
---
You stared at the test. It stared back.
Your bathroomâplush, sleek, and obnoxiously Stark in every wayâsuddenly felt like a prison. The walls were closing in. The marble tiles were too white. The mirror was mocking you.
Two. Pink. Lines.
âNo,â you whispered, like it might change things. âNo no no noâoh my god, no! â
You clutched the sink, knuckles white. Your heartbeat was thunder. Your stomach did a full Olympic flip. This couldnât be real.
âIâm dying,â you said out loud. âIâm literally dying. Iâm going to combust. Iâm seventeen and pregnant and dying.â
And like any logical teenager with billionaire parents and a genius-level IQ, you did the most sensible thing you could think of:
You fainted.
---
You came back to with Peter kneeling beside you, his face soaked in terror.
âBabe?! Babe?! Y/N, are you okay?! Youâre breathing weirdâoh godâshould I call an ambulance? Should Iââ
You groaned. âPeterâŠâ
He flinched like youâd cursed his entire bloodline. âOh thank god. You passed out! Whyâd you pass out?! Did you hit your head?! Waitâwere you electrocuted?! I told you not use your straightener in theââ
You sat up and shoved the pregnancy test in his chest like it was radioactive.
Peter blinked. Took it. Looked at it.
And thenâŠ
âOh.â
Silence.
Then: âOh.â
Then, louder: âOH MY GODââ
You slapped a hand over his mouth. âDo not say âpregnantâ in a Stark-owned building with FRIDAY always listening like a spy! Sheâll tell my dad and then my dad will kill you, and Iâm not emotionally ready to lose my boyfriend and my dignity in the same week!â
Peter was pale. Like sickly snowman pale. âWe used protection. We always use protection. Iâm always careful. I even checked the expiry date! â
âMaybe it broke,â you said weakly. âI donât know. Iâm not a physicistââ
ââyou got an A in Physicsââ
ââOKAY BUT NOT A BABY IN PHYSICS!â
The panic was contagious. Your voice cracked. Peter looked like he might faint too.
You took a deep breath, tried to remember any coping skill your therapist taught you. Deep breathing, positive visualization, not setting your billionaire fatherâs penthouse on fire...
Peter ran a hand through his curls, pacing like he was rewinding every moment of his short life.
âOkay. Okay, we can fix this. I meanânot fix it likeânot like get rid of it! Unless you want to! Iâll support you no matter what! Iâm just sayingâoh my god youâre pregnant. Youâre pregnant. I put a baby in Tony Starkâs daughter. Heâs going to launch me into the sunââ
âPeter.â
âTHE SUN, Y/Nââ
âPeter, for the love of God, stop spiraling and sit down before you have an asthma attack.â
He obeyed like a kicked puppy. You sat beside him, shoulders touching. Both of you stared at the test like it might disappear if you blinked hard enough.
âIâm scared,â you whispered.
Peter turned his head to look at you. His eyes were glassy. âMe too.â
A beat.
âDo you hate me?â
Your heart broke. You shook your head instantly and crawled into his lap. âNo. Of course not. Youâre the only reason Iâm not sobbing right now. I love you, Peter.â
âI love you too,â he said, arms tightening around you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
âIâm still going to sob later,â you mumbled. âIn the fetal position. With a whole chocolate cake.â
Peter offered a watery chuckle. âYeah. Iâll bring the forks.â
---
You didnât tell Tony immediately.
You wanted to. You wanted to rip the bandaid off. But every time you thought about it, a vivid image of Iron Man frying Peter like a chicken nugget clouded your brain.
But you didnât get the chance to delay for long. Because of course. Of course your dad would find out on his own.
---
It started with a med scan.
Youâd been feeling faint a lot latelyâyour iron levels were tanking from the pregnancy. And Tony, ever the âmy daughter sneezes, we run diagnosticsâ type of dad, ran a quick check with FRIDAY.
And there it was.
The bun in the oven.
Tony froze.
You were in the middle of sipping orange juice when he burst into your room like a goddamn hurricane.
âWhose child is it?!â He demanded.
You choked and sprayed juice everywhere. âDADââ
âDonât play dumb with me, young lady, I invented the dumb teenager routine! Are you pregnant?!â
â...Yes.â
âWHO IS IT.â
â...Peter.â
He went dead silent.
His eye twitched.
He turned around and walked out the room.
You heard him yell, âFRIDAY, locate Spider-Boy. And prep the Hulkbusterââ
âDAD NOââ
---
The Avengers Compound had never heard so much yelling in one day.
Bruce was hiding in the lab so he doesn't hulk out from all the distress. Natasha was already pouring whiskey for drama.
Steve had his âI am disappointmentâ dad face on.
Bucky was taking bets with Sam in the hallway.
Tony tore into Peter like heâd personally offended every Stark ancestor
âI trusted you!â
âIâI didnât mean toâI mean I did mean to but not thisââ
âYou got my daughter pregnant in high school!â
âYou said I could date her!â
âI didnât say you could raw dog her in my houseââ
âDAD!!â
Peter stood his ground the best he could, but there were literal beads of sweat forming under his curls. His hands were shaking. His voice cracked.
âI love her,â he said finally. âI love her. I didnât want this to happen so soon butâIâm not going anywhere. Iâll do whatever I have to. Iâll get a job. Iâll quit being Spider-Man if I have to. I donât care what happens to me, as long as she and the baby are okay.â
Your dad stared at him.
And for a moment, you saw something flicker in his eyesâsomething other than rage. Regret, maybe. Fear.
Then he scoffed and walked away. âYou better be ready, Spider-Boy. Because if youâre not... I will end you.â
---
You and Peter sat on your bed for hours that night.
Youâd cried. Heâd cried.
âIâm scared Iâm gonna ruin everything,â he said into your neck.
âYou wonât,â you whispered. âWeâll figure this out. Together.â
---
It wasnât easy.
But it was real.
You loved each other. And a tiny heartbeat had already begun to grow between youâunplanned, unexpected, but so deeply loved already.
You were seventeen.
You were pregnant.
You were terrified.
But you had Peter Parker.
And somehow⊠that made it a little less scary.
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Four Years Later
The Avengers Compound was not designed for toddlers.
It had reinforced walls, biometric security, and an automated defense system strong enough to vaporize a small countryâbut none of it prepared for Benjamin Anthony Stark Parker, age three, chaos incarnate, and absolutely obsessed with putting his sticky fingers where they didnât belong.
âBEN!!â You yelled as you chased him down the hallway, barefoot, in Peter's t-shirt and shorts. âPut the screwdriver down!â
Ben cackled and kept running, holding a Stark Industries screwdriver like it was the freaking Tesseract. âI fix Daddyâs webs!!â
âBABEââ you shouted toward the kitchen. âYOUR CHILD IS TRYING TO TAKE APART THE WALL!â
Peter poked his head out of the doorway, holding Benâs Spider-Man sippy cup like it was a fragile artifact. âTechnically heâs got good instincts. Kidâs gonna be an engineer.â
âHeâs gonna be grounded for a century.â
Peter strolled over and scooped Ben up mid-run like a damn pro, tossing him in the air with that confident dad-grip that used to give you heart attacks but now just made you melt.
Ben squealed, dropping the screwdriver. âI FLY!â
âYou sure do, little man,â Peter said, kissing his cheek. âNow what did we say about stealing tools from Grandpa Tonyâs lab?â
Ben grinned. âOnly when heâs not lookinâ.â
You slapped your forehead. âGod, he really is your copy.â
Peter shot you a proud smile. âWhat can I say? Heâs got the Parker charm.â
You gave him a look. âYou mean the Parker chaos.â
Ben wiggled in his arms and pointed. âHungry!â
Peter nodded, already heading back toward the kitchen. âFrench toast with banana slices it is.â
â...and chocolate chip cookies!â Ben added hopefully.
You pointed dramatically. âOne. One chocolate chip cookie.â
Ben gasped. âNooo!â
Peter laughed so hard he almost dropped him.
---
Your little family had been living at the Compound ever since Ben was born. After the initial dust settledâTonyâs anger, your emotional breakdowns, Peter nearly passing out at Benâs birthâyour dad had done something unexpected.
He gave you your own floor.
"Fine," heâd grumbled, hands shoved into his pockets. "You two want to play house? Then do it properly. But if I hear so much as one 'oops, we forgot to babyproof the lab,' I will relocate you to New Jersey."
You and Peter had moved in the next day.
It was perfect. A cozy living room, an open kitchen, a nursery that will eventually turn into a "tiny explorerâs lab" as Ben got older. Peter even built a little loft corner where Ben could pretend to "web-swing" off the walls using foam ropes. (Tony may or may not have helped improve the safety harness after Ben launched himself into the couch too hard once.)
---
Peter adored being a dad.
Youâd known he would. But seeing him in it? Pure magic.
He woke up early just to make smiley-face pancakes. He could fall asleep mid-cartoon marathon with Ben curled against his chest like it was the easiest thing in the world. He read bedtime stories in different voicesâgave Winnie the Pooh a Queens accent once. He was gentle. Funny. Endlessly patient.
And yeah, he still freaked out sometimesâlike the time Ben fell and scraped his knee and Peter called Bruce in a full-blown panic because âIS HE BLEEDING TOO MUCH? WHAT IF HE HAS A BLOOD DISORDER?!â
But you loved him more for it.
---
Today, though, something was off.
Peter had been... twitchy. Nervous. Kind of adorable but also suspicious. You caught him whispering with Bucky in the gym, texting Steve, and at one point, you walked in on him in the supply closet muttering, "No, I donât want rose petals, Cap, sheâll make fun of meâ"
You didnât push it. But you knew something was up.
Ben, however, had no such restraint. He watched everything. Heard everything. Absorbed secrets like a nosy little sponge.
Which... became relevant very fast.
---
Later that afternoon, you were curled up on the couch with Natasha and Wanda, sipping tea and watching Ben try to teach his stuffed Iron Man how to do push-ups.
Tony walked in with Bucky and Steve, holding some kind of tech pad and rambling about AI upgrades. Thatâs when Ben turned around, climbing up onto the couch like a wild cat.
âGrandpa!â He chirped. âWhatâs a ring box?â
You froze.
Tony blinked. âA what?â
âA ring box,â Ben said again, climbing into his lap like it was nothing. âI found a tiny box in Daddyâs sock drawer! Itâs shiny and has a sparkly thing inside! Daddy called it a ring box.â
The silence that followed couldâve been bottled and sold as tension.
Steve coughed. Bucky looked at the ceiling. Nat raised a slow eyebrow. You stared at your son like heâd just detonated a nuclear bomb with his juice-stained fingers.
Tony squinted. âWhat color was the sparkly thing?â
âWhite!â Ben said proudly. âAnd round! I wanted to wear it but it's too big.â
Tony slowly turned his head to look at you.
âY/N... please tell me your idiot boyfriend didnât give a three-year-old access to a diamond ring.â
You were already standing. âBENJAMIN. ANTHONY. STARK. PARKER.â
Ben shrank into Tonyâs arms like a gremlin. âUh-oh. Mama's mad.â
Tony looked far too pleased. âYou didnât know?â
âOf course I didnât know!!â You whined.
Nat raised a hand like she was in class. âShould we be texting Peter or...?â
Too late.
Peter walked in from the hallway, humming to himself, holding a folder and a juice box, looking far too smug about something. His smile dropped instantly when he saw all of you staring at himâand Ben sitting in Tonyâs lap like a tiny traitor.
âUh..,â Peter said. âWhat happened? What did he do? Is he bleeding? Did he put a fork in an outlet againââ
Ben stood up on the couch. âDADDY! I told Mommy and Grandpa about the ring box!â
Peter. Went. White.
â...What.â
Ben nodded. âThe shiny box you said was for the big surprise! I didnât take it! Just looked! Iâm good! But mommy's mad!â
Steve stood. âIâll go start the backup proposal plan.â
âDonât you dare,â Peter whispered.
Nat was smirking. Bucky had his phone out. Tony looked ready to have a heart attack. And you? You just crossed your arms.
âPeter Benjamin Parker. Were you going to propose to me?â
Peter looked like a man on trial for treason. â...No?â
âPeter.â
âOkay yes but it was supposed to be next weekâwith fairy lights and candles and Ben holding the ring and wearing a bow tie and you were gonna cry and say yes and Iâd ugly cry and it was going to be perfect!â
Ben gasped. âI get a bow tie?!â
âNot anymore!â Ben pouts.
You walked over to Peter slowly and gently cupped his face. âBaby. You gave a toddler access to the ring.â
âI didnât! I put it in the sock drawer! No one goes in the sock drawer!â
âI do. I literally always do.â
Peter looks at you, flustered, panicked, lips parted like he was about to cry, and your heart melted into a puddle.
âI love you,â he said, voice breaking. âI wanted to ask properly. I wanted it to be everything you deserve.â
You leaned in and kissed him softly. Then whispered, âitâs already special. Itâs you that matters to me.â
Ben clapped. âKISS AGAIN!â
---
The proposal happened that night anyway.
Not on the rooftop. Not with candles or a perfect speech.
Just you, Peter, and Ben curled up on the living room couch.
The ring fit perfectly.
Peter cried. You cried. Ben tried to eat a goldfish cracker off your hand mid-kiss.
Tony watched from the hallway. He didnât say anything. Just nodded once to himself.
ââBout damn time,â he muttered, then walked away.
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swear it's just right for ya
summary: At first it just seems like a normal New York heatwave, but the longer it lasts the more you realize that it might be a different kind of heat. prompt: threesome word count: 4.7k+ pairing: peter 1 x fem!reader x peter 3 notes: friendly reminder: peter 1 is tom's peter and peter 3 is andrew's peter!! anyways i hate this so much but here it is i guess... there's probably inconsistencies because i wrote this in a rush. also i hate the way this looks, the colors don't match but i just want this over withhhh. andrew garfield was my first celeb crush because of amazing spider-man 1, i think i was 8?, and the loml tom holland so i fear it was only right i did these two warnings/tags: porn no plot, sex pollen? kinda? something like it, dom!peter 3, needy!peter 1, mmf threesome, oral (f!receiving), fingering, lots of kissing, some marking, mentions of hands in hair, slight overstimulation? idk multiple orgasms, unprotected piv, creampie(s) because they have high stamina obvi, double vaginal penetration it's-tober! masterlist
Itâs the hottest week in New York City in memory. Every inch of the city is a humid, shimmering fever dream; the kind of heat that seeps into your bones, prickling every inch of skin, sweat slicking your thighs. The apartment is no sanctuary: the window units gave out days ago, the oscillating fan just pushes hot air, and itâs far too late to find another place to crash. Youâre not alone in your misery. Peter 1 and Peter 3âboth dumped here by a multiversal accident, both too noble, and too obsessed, to leave youâare sprawled on opposite ends of your battered sofa, their shirts peeled off, hair damp, breathing heavy.
And something else is happening. The heat isnât just heat. Thereâs a tight, magnetic pull between the three of you, something thick and electric in the air, like the buzzing tension before a thunderstorm. Maybe itâs the aftermath of last nightâs weird, purple firework in the skyâalien, magic, who knows, New York is always crawling with it. But you can feel every movement of the two Peters, every swallow, every stretch of lean muscle, every glint of sweat trickling along a sharp collarbone. Their bodies seem to call to you, spider-sense humming in your blood, as if youâre tuned to the same dangerous frequency.

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