#I feel like I should tag this somehow. It's a smidge darker than I usually like to do. I might find it upsetting later.

[zesty-alt]

That said as much as I love me a sly himbo playing up a bit, the thought of a guy legitimately not realizing he's knocked up despite all the signs... ballooning out more and more, his belly littered with stretch marks, his baby - babies? - clearly active, tumbling around in his womb and making his belly noticeably warp and shift...

They're especially active when I'm fucking him - I couldn't take just watching him anymore, and he eagerly agreed. He always seems too cock drunk to notice how wild the occupants of his womb are being, but I certainly do, and take pleasure in feeling them tumble around his guts as he moans out "Faster! Deeper!"

I feel bad not telling him, but his obliviousness is too fun; I drop hints here and there, and enough people ask him "When's the baby due?" that he should suspect something, but he always shyly laughs it off. I ask him what he'd think about having kids and he replies that he'd love to be a dad with the right guy some day; I figure the least I could do is stick around and see what happens.

There's no way of knowing how far along he is or how many kids he should be expecting without spoiling the surprise; he's looked ready to pop for weeks, but still he keeps growing. He complained about soreness in his chest - his nipples have gotten dark and puffy, and I wasn't surprised when I manage to coax some milk out of him. He made no particular remark on it - just sighed in relief, and so milking those pecs of his became part of the daily routine.

Every day I fuck him, I wonder if this is going to be it - he has to be getting close to the end now. Even with all his athleticism, he's started slowing down; breathing heavy, waddling more than walking now, hands always on his back or lifting his belly as the strain of that weight really starts to take his toll. If he has any clue about his condition, he doesn't mention it. Belly hanging low, wincing now and again as it tenses and shoots a sharp pain through him - those have to be contractions, don't they? - he seems as oblivious as ever, simply patting and rubbing his stomach and going about his daily life, as best as he can.

...Even when finally, finally his water breaks while he's speared on my cock, it doesn't seem to dawn on him what's happening. "What was all that liquid?" he asks innocently before a sharp pain shoots through him. I quickly lay him down as he pants and grunts in pain - "Ugh, I think something wrong with my stomach!"

I'm fully prepared of course, and tell him I'll call an ambulance - and I will, in a bit. His labor does seem to be progressing a little faster than I expected - those babies really want out! I wait a little longer though as he labors, kissing him and rubbing his belly and assuring him that it would be all right, all while carefully checking the signs of progression.

"Dude, I feel like something's...ugh!" and finally I call for that ambulance, then position myself between his legs.

"Alright, I think you need to push!" I say. "PUSH!?? What the hell do you - " and then he's cut off by another contraction. Surprisingly, he doesn't argue any further - just obeys his body and me as I coach him, moaning and groaning until I see a head coming out. He screams and swears as he's stretched open, then finally there seems to be a bit of a relief as I catch the baby.

He looks at me, shellshocked, and I pretend to look just as dumbfounded.

"Congratulations? It's a girl!"

He starts to speak but it turns into a wail as another contraction goes through him.

"Wow! Looks like you have another one on the way!"

Goofy well-natured jock himbo in obscenely tight workout gear with a shirt stretched to capacity over a huge round belly riding up so much you can see his popped belly button going "yeah, my belly has really been blowing up lately, idk what that's about-oof, and I've been getting these weird cramps too!" as you see the imprint of a tiny foot poking against the stretched skin of his stomach save me...

[tonydadisbestdad]

Brother Sister Secrets

Peter Parker!Sister Reader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,970

Request from @chloe-geoghegan1: would you be able to write a peter parker x sister reader please? Your writing is amazing!

A/N: Firstly, thank you! Second, I wrote this then rewrote this because it was too fucking sad. Then it still ended up being sad lol. So, I guess this is just what it was meant to be. Sorry!

“Why do I have to go to this stupid party again?” Peter asked you.

You rolled your eyes as you finished touching up your makeup. You looked over at your twin. “Because I think you’d have a fun time. Because Liz invited you and Ned and it’d be rude for you to not go..”

“It’s not like I have a chance with her.” He grumbled.

“You’ll never know unless you try brother dear.” You flopped down on his bottom bunk. “Come on, plus you never come with me to these things. I want you to.”

He sighed, “Alright, alright.”

You smiled and planted a big red kiss on his cheek. “Huh, red’s a really good color on you.”

“Y/N!” He shouted, getting up to steal one of your makeup wipes as you laughed at him.

When Ned arrived the three of you left, Aunt May driving you.

“A house party in the suburbs,” Your aunt said, pulling up to Liz’s house. “Aw, I remember these, kinda jealous.”

“It’ll be a night to remember,” Ned said, a big smile on his face.

You figured he meant just because it was the first time he was going to a party.

“Ned, some hats were men, you wear that hat.” She nodded her head at the end to make the point.

“Yeah, it gives me confidence.”

You really wanted May to unlock the doors.

“This is a mistake,” Your brother muttered, staring at the house. “Hey, let’s just go home.”

There was Aunt May’s concerned look, you sat back against the seat, knowing it was going to be another few minutes before you could escape. “Oh Peter, I know, I know it’s really hard. Trying to fit in with all the changes your body’s going through…”

Peter’s face dropped quickly, you almost laughed at her words, now kind of glad you didn’t miss this.

“It’s flowering now.”

Your brother nodded, his tongue ran over his bottom teeth so he wouldn’t laugh.

“He’s so stressed out lately,” May said turning to you and Ned.

“What helps with stress is going to a party. So, we should go to the party.” Ned said.

Peter unbuckled himself. “Let’s do it, yeah I’m gonna go,” he said getting out of the car, finally freeing you.

You cursed the broken lock on the inside. “Love you, May,” You called as you walked away.

“Peter,” May called and he turned back around.

You continued on though, ready to go have some fun.

God, you knew your brother was going to disappear. He did it so often now. It rather hurt your feelings.

Even Ned couldn’t get ahold of him when you both tried to call him.

So, you left Ned to it, this was your night to have fun so you were going to.

That was when you ran into Harry.

He and Peter used to be great friends, but after a falling out the two of you avoided him, and he the two of you. He never typically came to parties, so you were surprised to see him.

More surprised when he crashed into you.

“Sorry,” both of you blurted, then chuckled.

You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Heard from all the Penis Parker shouting your brother’s here,” he mentioned.

You rolled your eyes. “Why? You trying to start something Har?”

He held his hands up in defense. “Just surprised he was invited is all.”

“Yeah, well he disappeared. I think he bailed because he said something about getting Spider-Man to make an appearance.” You explained.

“Huh,” he murmured. “Well uh, since he’s not here can we talk?”

You arched a brow at him. “Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

He smiled, it was that charming smile he always used to give you whenever you would tag along with Peter to hang out, or when he would come over to your house and hang out. “Still as feisty I see.”

He received a shove to his shoulder as a response and a scoff. “Don’t be a jerk.”

“Oh, is that what I’m being? It’s just always been one of my favorite things about you.” He explained.

A small blush formed on your cheeks. “Is this an attempt of flirting with me?”

“Well if you only think it’s an attempt I don’t think I’m doing a very good job at it am I?” He stepped a smidge closer to you and leaned into your ear like he was going to tell you a secret. “I could just ask you to go find a quiet place with me.”

Your cheeks turned a darker shade. Your fingers ran though your hair. You were surprised, sure you had a crush on Harry forever ago, but the fact that he was showing interest in you now? It was strange. “Are you doing this because Peter was supposed to be here?”

“No,” he answered calmly. “I’m doing it because he’s not here and anytime I’d have a chance to talk to you he’s always there. I’ve had interest in you for a long time now. What do you think drove me and Peter apart?”

You looked at him surprised. You knew something happened between them, obviously. But Peter told you it didn’t matter. It was stupid and that he didn’t want to talk about it. They were no longer friends. That was the end of it.

Harry’s fingers grazed yours. “Please, Y/N?”

You nodded, had you known then that your brother was being so selfish you would have ripped him a new one. You didn’t go with him out of spite, but because you always used to have a crush on him. You weren’t going to let Peter ruin your chance again because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He went awol on you often enough that you were going to get something good out of ditching you. You slid your hand into Harry’s and he guided you out back onto Liz’s patio.

His lips fell on yours and all thoughts of your brother were blanketed. This just felt right.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

When May arrived to pick the three of you up. You weren’t sure if Peter was even there. Frankly if he wasn’t and didn’t come out to the car, you’d just tell May the truth you didn’t know where he went.

Harry walked you to the door. His lips met yours and even though you spent almost an hour making out, it still sent shivers down your spine. “You gonna tell him I asked you out?”

“He keeps his secrets. I’ll be keeping this one from him.” You told him.

He lightly stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You left the house and found that your brother and Ned were already in the car.

“Took you long enough,” Peter teased from shotgun.

You didn’t answer him. Hoping he knew you were pissed at him. “Sorry, Aunt May. Needed to say bye to someone.”

“That’s okay sweetie,” she smiled sweetly at you through the rearview.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Nights Ned stayed over you went to sleep with May. So, upon getting home you went into your and Peter’s room to grab what you needed.

As you went to leave was when your brother finally spoke to you again.

“You aren’t gonna hang out for a bit?” He asked.

You looked at him with an angry arched brow before shoving past him and going to get ready for bed.

“She’s pissed you ditched the party,” Ned explained.

“That’s not my fault!” Peter argued.

“That’s not what she thinks dude. Also uh, I heard a rumor going around the party that she was making out with someone…”

“What? Who?” Peter questioned quickly.

“No clue, never caught a name…”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

There were a billion things he had to deal with. So, he decided he wasn’t going to stress over you making out with someone unless you brought it up.

You were more stubborn than your brother, though. Even if you hated that you had to keep your relationship with Harry a secret from him. It was a couple weeks later and you were getting ready for a date, tomorrow you’d be heading to D.C., without your brother, for decathlon. So, Harry wanted to take you out as a good luck dinner. You were doing your makeup when your brother came in.

He looked at you confused. “Where are you going?”

Things hadn’t been the best between you, but you tried to act normal about how upset you were with him.

“Just another party. I’d ask you to go but since you ditched the last one, I won’t bother.” You lied. You never lied to him.

“I didn’t hear about any parties this weekend,” He always kept an ear to the ground about everything, just in case, so he usually knew who was having them and when. Just so if you didn’t tell him and something happened he could easily find out if you were okay.

“It’s not like you’d go, so what’s the problem?” You finished your makeup and packed it away, knowing a fight was on the brink of starting.

He shrugged. “Nothing, just saying. I don’t believe you.” He didn’t mean to say that outloud, but he was tired of getting the cold shoulder from you. But also, because you still hadn’t told him about you making out with someone at Liz’s party.

You were shocked he’d go that far. He had to be mad at you for something Quickly gathering yourself you shrugged. “That’s on you if you don’t believe me, Peter. Maybe I’ll see you later, but I doubt it because you’re always sneaking out anyway.” You left the room before he could retaliate. Your phone buzzed in your purse, signaling that Harry was downstairs waiting in the car.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The following day turned into a nightmare.

Yes, it was great the team won. However, your brother went missing. Then you almost died with your teammates and your brother wasn’t there.

But somehow Spider-Man was.

When the elevator started to fall only you and Liz were left. He caught Liz. And in those few seconds you thought it would be your end.

But, somehow before you could realize, you were being yanked from the death trap. Spider-Man was dangling from a web, and holding you with another by your shoulder. Which was now definitely screwed up by the pain that tore through it. You couldn’t stop the scream you released.

“I-I got you, I got you hang on. Shit, shit, shit,” He sounded like he was panicking. But that wasn’t all he sounded like, he one hundred percent was your brother. And as suddenly as all of this had happened, you lost consciousness.

When you woke you were at the hospital. Your brother was pacing a trail into the floor.

The whimper that left you at the pain that was dully still there in your fixed up arm had his head snapping to look at you.

“It had to be Liz first, right? Glad you picked her over me,” you didn’t want to start this, but you were beyond past the point with him that you should be.

“W-what?” Peter asked, the confusion on his face was fake, it was an attempt at hiding surprise that you’d figured it out.

You couldn’t help but start crying. “I fucking know Peter. I know why you started ditching me, and why you just don’t care anymore. You’re Spider-Man. Don’t deny it either. Like I can’t tell that you’re my brother even with a mask on. I don’t even care. Just like you apparently don’t about me anyway! Because obviously saving the girl you have interest in is more important than me just because you’re mad at me for whatever fucking reason.”

He couldn’t decide if he wanted to be angry or not. He still felt awful for what happened. He also know that he couldn’t call you out about you keeping secrets then he’d be a hypocrite. But for some reason he did. “Yeah, well you know what? I’m not the only twin hiding secrets from the other, Y/N. I know you’re seeing someone behind my back. And I didn’t save Liz because I like her, I was trying to save everyone! I just couldn’t get you safely! Especially once it started going down, I did what I could! I’m sorry you got hurt. I’ll apologize for that, it’s all my fault! Happy?”

“Don’t you fucking dare! I was keeping that from you because you just had to go and tell him to leave me alone a couple years ago! You knew he liked me! Fuck you knew I liked him! So why did you ruin that?! And what do you mean it was all your fault? It’s not like you’re the one that broke the damn thing!”

He looked at you confused, “What do you mean I told whoever it was to leave you alone? I’ve never told anyone that!”

“You’re such a fucking liar!” You were really shouting now.

“What is going on in here?” May asked, opening the door. She had tears left on her cheeks, you knew she must have cried the entire way down here.

Harry stood behind her, worry was the only emotion he could express.

Both of you shut up.

You wiped at your face with your good hand.

Peter’s eyes widened as he realized just who you were seeing. Now he really was mad about you hiding that from him.

“Okay, right now I don’t care.” May said. “Y/N sweetheart are you okay?” She was by your side in a few quick strides.

So was Harry who set a vase of flowers on the table before kissing your forehead. Both of you tried to ignore the glare Peter sent your way.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

That night, you and Peter lay in your bunks. The silence between the two of you was scary.

But, finally, Peter had had enough. “Of all people, you had to start dating fucking Harry?”

You were not in the mood for this at all. You would kick the bunk above you if you knew it would bother him. “You’re really going to do this?”

“Yeah, I told you he and I weren’t friends anymore, why are you suddenly with him?”

“Huh,” You muttered. “Maybe because we started talking at that party you ditched and he told me he avoided me and you two stopped being friends because he liked me. So, I told him I liked him too and it happened. I can’t believe you would do something like that, Peter.”

“He’s an asshole, Y/N. You deserve someone so much better.” He tried to reason.

It only made you more angry. “That’s not for you to decide.”

“You call me a liar but you couldn’t even tell me about it. You hid it from me.” He shouldn’t have said it, it was only going to make things worse.

“Me? Who hid that he was Spider-Man from me exactly, you hypocrite!”

“I-I’m not a hypocrite! I was trying to protect you! If anyone finds out about this they could come after you!”

You rolled your tear stinging eyes. “You told Ned.”

“Yeah, and that almost got everyone killed in that elevator!”

“What are you talking about,” You asked quietly.

“It was all my fault because Ned had this radioactive alien thing in his bag and it went through an x-ray machine and caused the elevator to break. I never meant for anyone to go through that. Especially you. I also am sorry that I saved Liz first. I-I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if anyone died, especially you, but I just… I really couldn’t get to you until I did…”

“Whatever, Peter,” You whispered. “Thanks for not letting me die. You still haven’t been a good brother lately… I miss you… and I hate fighting with you but I feel so left in the dust. You’re my best friend and you couldn’t tell me this big secret? That’s really why I couldn’t tell you about Harry, I really wanted something that was just mine since you were being so shady about where you’d go.”

“I know… it was stupid… but a-after Uncle Bed… I-I knew that these powers needed to be used to help people. I-It’s my fault he’s gone. I could have stopped it, and I didn’t out of spite for the man that murderer stole from… Uncle Ben just got caught in the middle.” He was sobbing now, not even able to get out of his bunk to tell you all that to your face.

Tears spilled from your own eyes. “That wasn’t your fault. Neither was the elevator, Peter. Really… how were you supposed to know? You weren’t. I don’t want you feeling guilty for this stuff… please… come down here?”

He moved and immediately he was getting into your bed. He hid his face in your shoulder and hugged you the best he could without hurting you.

“I’m sorry about Harry, okay? I just… I really like him and I was afraid you’d tell me not to date him. Please don’t ask me to either, and please know it wasn’t out of spite…” You pet his head with your good hand.

He nodded against you. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

You sighed. “Me too, Peter, me too.”

“But if Harry hurts you he’s getting webbed to the bottom of a bridge.”

You let out a small chuckle and kissed your brother’s forehead. “Whatever you say, Peter.”

He stayed cuddled up in your side the rest of the night. Not wanting to leave your side for as long as he could possibly manage.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“Peter I have to pee. We aren’t 5 anymore get out,” You shoved him with your good arm to keep him from entering the bathroom.

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