#dad!peter

[forever-ev]

Dad!peter having a tea party with his daughter

Requested by @ladycaramelswirl

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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 May." 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.

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

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

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It’s A Right Of Passage | tasm!peter/dad!peter imagine

Warnings: none, fluffy embarrassing parent stuff

Word Count: under 1k (it’s another quick I’m not counting)

A/N: been itching for a while to contribute to dad Peter content and feel like there is a lot of dealing with young kids stories but not enough about dealing with teenagers. So here is their eldest son Ben bringing a girl home for the first time. (Also the gif really just sparked an idea to raise this even more)

“Peter, what the heck are you wearing?” You hiss at your husband as he enters the kitchen in a Hawaiian shirt and straw hat.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, it’s all a part of the plan.” He says, moving round the back of the kitchen island to place a kiss on your cheek.

The doorbell goes and there’s a thundering of feet racing down the stairs, your son calling out, “she’s here!” and you start to put two and two together.

“No.” You turn to your husband. “No.” But he’s got a devious smirk on his face, his eyebrows raising at you mischievously.

“Oh yeah.” He counters with an exaggerated head nod.

“No, Peter. This is the first time Ben is bringing a girl home. He finally trusts us enough and you’re gonna embarrass the poor boy.”

“Poor boy? I’ll have you know that poor boy was the one who started a prank war with me when he was 9. Do you know how many pairs of underwear I had to throw away because the itching powder just wouldn’t wash out.”

“Uh huh.” You listened as you continued to chop the cucumber and tomatoes for the salad.

“And let’s not forget the time he put eggs in my shoes. Or the time him and his friends tee peed my car. My car babe.”

“Yes I remember.” You reply unenthusiastically to your husbands reasoning. “But Pete,” you say, putting down the knife in your hands and turning to him, “he’s 15 and this is the first girl he’s brought home. You do this and he’ll never forgive you.”

“Of course he will.” He says, already laughing about the thought of the future conversations he’ll have with his son about this. “Come on Babe, it’s a right of passage. I’ve been waiting for this day.” You turn away from him and give him the silent treatment. “You seriously telling me your parents didn’t embarrass you or your brother when you first brought a date home?” You begin to soften as you think back to a memory from your childhood. “Besides, this is still way better than what Uncle Ben did the first time I brought a girl home.”

“Dad? Where’s the TV remote?” Ben’s voice calls from the living room.

You watch as his face lights up. “This is my moment.” He says before swaggering towards the door.

“Just take it easy- and I want to hear the whole story about what your Uncle did to you later!” You call to him. He gives you a knowing nod of agreement before he leaves the room.

“Sooo, who’s ready for lu’au night.” You hear him say as he enters the living room and you can’t help but roll your eyes, already mentally preparing yourself for the damage control you’ll need to do after the poor girls gone home, later.

[alightcaseofohno]

Slutavatars Peter wearing this jumper:

[mo-mode]

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

[jellyfishforest135]

All the drawing ideas in my head right now are nonsense so here's a Spiderverse/Rebels crossover

[wynnd-citrus]

Tony and his PPs (forgot to post this one too)

[emziess]

Buck: I'm just gonna..... Bobby: No 9-1-1, S03E09 & S08E12

[itscrazycasey]

Peter: TONY TONY TONY TONY

Tony: No, you cannot borrow my iron man suit for high school hero day.

Peter: NO THAT ISN’T IT!

Tony, turning around: What is it t- is that a knife?

Peter, gesturing at the knife in his side: YEAH! I got stabbed!

Tony, panicking: WELL WHY THE FUCK AREN’T YOU AT THE HOSPITAL-

Peter: Because! I wanted to show you! It’s my first stabbing!

Tony: YOU SHOULD NOT BE EXCITED ABOUT THIS!

[vyynn]

Tony: Who told Steve that kms means keep myself safe?

Peter: Listen, I panicked and accidentally said the wrong thing.

Steve, texting in the avengers group: I don't need backup for the mission! I'll kms.

[mymycorrhizae]

Buck running to hug Bobby!!!

[thewrittenpodcast]

Peter: Grandpa!

Tony: what where

May: you don't have-

Fury, wearing a knitted sweater and scarf: me

Fury: I'm grandpa fury

Tony:

May:

May: I'm not even going to ask how that happened

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Mayday In The Playroom

Summary: But you don’t have three kids. Where did this other one come from?

Warnings: none

Word count: 367

A/N: Just a quick little blurb that came to me while at work I needed to get out. I of course picture my love Andrew’s Peter but you can imagine whichever you like.

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Silence was only ever a good thing at night when you had two kids under 6. Silence in the middle of the afternoon was never good. Especially when it was partnered with your 5 year olds shhhing noises and not one set of girly giggles but- TWO!

You raced to the playroom to find not just your kids but a mystery third. A mess of ginger curls bursting from beneath a hand knitted Spider-Man hat. She couldn’t be more than a year old and she was giggling the loudest.

Your face was a picture of shock. “PETER!!!” You called down the hallway to him from the doorway.

“Yeah.” He said flustered as he raced from his office to you at your tone of voice.

“Why do we suddenly have three children?” You asked him as he came to a stop behind you, looking over your shoulder into the room.

“Mayday.” He sighed with recognition as he pushed past you into the room towards the young girl who giggled and held out her arms to him.

“Mayday? Who the heck calls a kid May-“ realization dawned on you mid question. “Is this a multiverse thing?” You asked him.

“It’s alright, I’ll get her home.” He said as he passed you heading back towards his office.

“Oooh Dad, can I come?” Your eldest asked eagerly, following on his Dad’s heels.

“Sure bud.” Peter said without a second thought.

“Uuuuhhh, no!” You tried to say and stop them but your youngest was suddenly whining and making uppy arms at you. “Benjamin Richard Parker, you come back here now.” You called out again as you quickly picked up your little girl and began to race down the hall to Peter’s office. “Peter!?! PETER!” You called out louder but it was too late. There was a loud zip sound and by the time you entered the office it was empty.

You sigh frustrated as you begin to turn away from the room and carry your baby girl back down the hall. “You know your Daddy is gonna be in big trouble when he gets home.” You say to her and she giggles mischievously in your arms before you begin to tickle her.

[abi7100]

Peter, over the phone: Mr. Stark

Tony: yeah?

Peter: hypothetically-

Tony: I'm on my way

[spideyson-stuff]

*Tony trying to pick Peter up as a joke but ends up lifts him easily*

Tony: You're eating right!? Why are you so light!?

Peter: My bones are hollow

Tony: Ohhhh, yeah yeah I got this- WHAT!?

Peter: Spider Powers :⁠-⁠P

[irondad3000]

Peter: fucking trains.

Bucky: finally! someone understands!

Tony:…you both need therapy.