#father peter x reader

[anime-and-arson]

What if women put aside their differences and kissed, like is that so hard

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hii so I want to ask if you could make some father peter x female reader ( innocent of course) dating headcanons?

Or how he shows his dominance in a natural way. Like making sure that she eats, always walking with his hand on her waist etc. Maybe spice it up if you want.

hello! thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

You never expected to be with someone like Father Peter, it felt somewhat sinful. But he was also so sweet and dominant. 

He’d always make sure you were well-fed and warm. He wouldn’t let you go a day without the finest of things. You’d find nice chocolates and gourmet meals, alongside handpicked flowers and pretty dresses. 

Father Peter would always like to show his dominance, especially around others. You’d get chills whenever he’d gently place his hand on your waist, guiding you. Or when he’d pull you close, pressing you against his body so you know who you belong to. 

Your favourite would be watching him through hazy eyes as he’d sit and play poker, a cigarette lit between his delicious lips. His eyes would find yours and you’d feel your stomach erupt with butterflies as he’d wink at you. 

The best part was how jealous other women were of you, Father Peter would pull you onto his lap, pressing you against his hardened length to show only you could make him feel that way. It was why your relationship felt so sinful. 

No one could ever see the marks he’d leave beneath your clothes, never marks of abuse or harm. Only ones of pleasure, it was a secret between the two of you. 

Your second favourite thing about Father Peter was when he holds you, he’d pull you to your secret spot where there was a perfect view of the stars. You’d watch them, cuddling into him with so much love and adoration.

thank you for reading!

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[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Hello. I've sent in a request before but dunno if it got lost or maybe you don't want to do it which is totally understandable :)

But just trying once more just in case

I really am in desperate need of some father peter from sweet home 2 smut

Something like y/n being and him getting close to eachother then y/n and him start drinking, get a Lil tipsy then y/n says she wants to do confession with the priest

One thing leads to another and she confesses to having unholy thoughts of the priest

One thing leads to another and yeah, smut

Idk or just ant smut with that man in it

I need him so bad

Peter x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Warning ⚠️: Unholy 😭💕

Small summary: after drinking with your small group of friend you went to the small church met that Peter who so happened to be your crush since everything went down the only proble was that he was a priest.. but what if the priest likes you back?How do you think he would tell you exactly…?

It was late as you stayed back after the prayer service was over you’ve been here for a while and even got close to Father Peter to the point you developed a crush on Peter which you haven’t told anyone especially him but lately you noticed the crazy lady as she always tried to get close to Father Peter which made him visibly uncomfortable always making you scoff and roll your eyes turning to Father Peter as you see him pour two glasses of red liquid you knew it was some kind of alcohol gulping since you were slightly tipsy already from drinking with a friend you made a few days ago as she wanted to hang out you knew your limit but you didn’t want to not drink with Peter giving your self a small prayer in your mind hoping that you don’t say or do anything weird if you get to tipsy or drunk as you didn’t notice Peter now standing in front of you as he hands you your galas quickly taking the glass as you give a small thanks

Bring the glass to your lips as you take a sip from the glass making a weird face from the strong substance causing Peter to let out a small chuckle from your face as you freeze a bit looking at Peter seeing as he was looking at you before quickly turning your head blushing as you try to look at anything else in the room

After two more glasses you start to feel your self become more tipsy then you were before honestly you were probably drunk at this point , turning your head to look at Peter as you watch as he drinks the last drop of his drink your eyes watches as he flips in down in one go , biting your lip as you tighten your thighs feeling glad that you wore a dress hoping that he wouldn’t notice … but he did

“What’s the matter 공 주” Father Peter says words slurred as his eyes scan you movement a small smile growing on his face , quickly shaking your head as you held your head down trying not to make eye contact with Peter but failing miserably

“Come here..” Father Peter says voice slurred with every word as you stand to your feet slowly walking towards Peter trying to keep your balance as he leans back in his seat once you were standing on a few centimeters away grabbing your hand as he pulls you on his lap holding your in place by your plump thighs as he uses his other hand to move your hair behind your shoulder slowly leaning in to your neck as he gives your neck a soft yet wet kiss

“You know I like you for a while now ..” Father Peter continues as he leaves kisses over your neck causing you to let out a soft moan as he lets go of you thighs hand slowly moving under your dress as you feel his hand come in contact with your soaked panties letting out a slight groan as he slowly rubs your covered cunt causing your panties to become more soaked as you let out moans as father Peter smirks

“너무 젖어서 못된 여자야..” Peter slurs out as he lets out a dark yet deep chuckle groaning as you let out a loud moan quickly turning you so your back was against his chest as you leans back once again in the chair open your lips as his hand moves back to your soaked panties his other squeezing at your plump boob as he continues to leave wet kisses down your neck “can I ..” Peter whispers in your ear as you give him a small nod

Biting down on your lip as you feel him slowly pull your panties to the side exposing your now dripping cunt , gasping as Father Peter pushes two of his fingers past your fluids as you feel his fingers slowly enter your tight hole causing you to let out a soft moan as you head falls back slightly giving the priest move access to your exposed neck as he leaves behind love bites so everyone knew you were off limits only belonging to him

“M-More p-please…” reader moans out softly words slurred from how much she drank but not caring since you were to caught up in the moment as you open your legs wider giving Father Peter more access to your dripping core as he lets out a deep groan before pushing his two digits in and out your soaked cunt at a fast pace as you let out a loud moan causing Peter to give your a rough kiss now blocking out your moans as your tongues move in sync causing you to moan on the kiss

Mad you feel your self tighten around Peter’s fingers as he speeds up his pace now hitting you g-spot over and over causing you to feel the small knot form in the pit of your stomach pulling away from the now sloppy kiss as you grab his wrist with one of your hands back now arching as your head falls on Peters shoulder

“S-so c-close p-Peter..” reader moan out as Peter’s church pants became tighter then they were before causing him to become slightly uncomfortable but not paying it any mind when he had two of his fingers deep inside your soaked pussy , watching as your fluids drip from your soaked hole covering his hand

Groaning as he feels you dig your nails into his wrist , feeling as the knot in your stomach was so close to snapping , letting out a small whine as you feel Peter remove his hand as he lets out a chuckle grabbing both your legs with a tight hold as he stands to his feet holding you legs as they were still wide open

Quickly reaching behind you holding Peter’s neck with a tight hold scared that you might fall as he carefully carries you over to his small sleeping area coming to a stop once he was in front of his bed as he throws you on the bed causing your knees to hit the mattress as you face soon falls into the pillow before you could process that you’ve been thrown

Peter turns you on your back grabbing your legs as he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed watching as he lets go of your legs his eyes never leaving your small frame as his hands goes to unbuckle his belt soon unzipping his pants as he pulls them down boxers following soon after grabbing at your legs once more as he pushes you legs to your chest as he looks deep into your eyes , letting out a small moan as you feel his tip rub against your clit a couple times before stoping at your entrance but before he could go any further you put a hand against his chest

“Wait….what if someone comes in..” reader says quietly big eyes now poking up at Peter’s as you start to become nervous any alcohol that was in your system seemed to now be gone as the only thing now on your mind was having Peter deep inside you as he made you come undone but you didn’t want anyone seeing you since they would probably think your both committed a sin

“Then they can watch..” Peter says with a small grin before pushing his whole 8 inches inside you tight needy cunt as your back archs off the bed letting out a moan as you now felt full with Peter cock inside your needy hole , letting out a groan as Peter starts to pick up his pace hands not letting go of your legs as he thrusts start to become more violent leaving your a mining mess as you soon forgot about anyone else

“F-Fuck.. p-Peter” reader moans out loudly as she feels Peter’s cock moving deeper inside her soaked cunt as your eyes slowly roll to the back of your head groaning as he feels you tighten around him as he takes a hand from your leg letting you wrap your leg around his waist pulling him closer as you felt his thrust become faster and deeper now kissing at your cervix as Peter grabs your neck pounding inside your soaked cunt as you start to feel you legs shake from the amount of pleasure Peter was giving you as you felt a knot form in your stomach for the second time today

“S-so close..” reader moan out as she wraps her arms around Peter’s neck pulling him closer to her body as she feels like he was now inside her belly cashing her to moan out louder

“Cum for me pretty girl .. you’re all mine f-fuck s-so good for me” Peter groans out as he leans his head into your neck leaving wet kisses not forgetting to leave his marks over your neck only causing your to tighten around his cock more as he groans in your neck licking up your neck attacking your lips with a kiss as he pounds into you more feeling you cum over his cock as he groan thrust becoming sloppy as he gives your a few more deep thrust soon cumming deep inside your womb slowly pulling out of your now sensitive cunt as you let out a soft moan looking at Peter with now half open eyes as you see him bite at his bottom lip before his eyes lowly looks in to your giving you a small smile as he climbs in bed side you pulling the covers over your bodies as your soon fall asleep with Peter holding you close

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Father! Spiderman x reader

Peter Parker never imagined ending up as a single young father.

But it happened, and he doesn't regret it at all, even though it is hard to take care of a child while being a superhero.

Adding to that, he is keeping his identity a secret from you.

Why? because you have phobias from spiders

He always makes sure you get to school on time and helps you with your homework.

Spiderman is incredibly protective of you, always making sure you're safe and sound, even if it means breaking a few bones while saving the world.

Peter is your biggest fan, cheering you on from the sidelines at every performance you do.

And if a parent or a student makes fun of you, he doesn't mind paying them a visit and 'putting them in their places'

And by that, I mean he scares the living hell out of them.

Even if he is always busy, but all his free time is spent with you, because he believes his life should revolve around him.

So imagine his shock when he discovered that you have friends.

He felt betrayed

Yes, he flew to their houses dressed as Spiderman and made them swear to stay away from you or he will eat them alive.

Maybe it's Venom who is starting to effect his behaviour.

[lostreverb]

DAD!RALPH BOHNER HEADCANONS

a/n: if we're gonna call him a dilf might as well write about it! also he gives girl dad vibes so we're going with that! AND SORRY ABOUT THE ANGST I'M LIKE ADDICTED TO WRITING IT

warning: mentions of PTSD, swearing

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• you and your four year old daughter were coincidentally on a trip to visit family when the hex happened, your husband ralph couldn't get out of work but insisted you go without him

• after everything, ralph's mental state was so poor he had to quit his job, so instead of having a nanny, ralph becomes a stay at home dad while you work

• you were reasonably uncertain if ralph was mentally stable enough to take care of a child as well as himself but he insisted he's capable

• loves you and his daughter more than anything in the world

• calls her "bub, hon, sweetpea, babygirl, little gremlin, kiddo"

• is very protective of his family (especially after the hex)

• he buys everyone evil eye necklaces and makes you wear them to keep you safe

• doesn't sleep much anymore unless he's napping with his daughter

• it's quite literally the only time he gets any kind of peaceful sleep

• you had definitely spent an entire year trying to get her sleep on her own but that's out the window now and she'll only sleep in your bed

• on the occasions he does try to get a full night's rest, ralph still gets nightmares. but when he wakes up in a sweat, seeing "his girls" cuddled up with him calms him down, sometimes enough to where he can go back to sleep

• your daughter adores her dad's grown out curls, and often raves about how they look just like hers (compared to the cropped hair he had before) and mindlessly plays with his beard when they're sat on the couch watching TV

• does funny voices when he reads stories to her

• lives for hearing + making her laugh with corny jokes (btw she thinks he's the funniest person in the world)

• practices his one man show for her and the reason you know is because she'll try and recite certain plot points to you as if that's something that happened to her

• ralph forgets to eat but when he does, it's often just whatever your daughter doesn't finish of her food or he raids the fridge at 3 am

• generally his diet consists of celsius and half eaten dino nuggets

• sends her to preschool with totems he makes for show n' tell

• you got a call at work once because she did the black magic warding chants ralph taught her with an animal skull totem and it scared some kids and made them cry

• according to your daughter it was only "like 2 people" who cried and assured you that everything was fine b/c the rest of the class thought she was "the awesomest"

• you have to tell her to stop going around telling people her dad is an expert in "getting rid of witches" b/c they think she means "bitches"

• whenever you come home to seeing your daughter sat in ralph's lap at his computer, he tells you he's just working on his one man show but he's really on reddit and other forums teaching her how to protect herself from witches

• has learned well how to dress his daughter but b/c of his sketchy appearance sometimes ppl think she's been kidnapped, especially if she starts to throw a tantrum in public and you're not around

• cared very much for billy and tommy b/c they reminded him of his daughter

• there's been times where he's particularly struggling with his PTSD and accidentally scares her and it breaks his heart

• despite this, she'll come over and try to cheer him up with one of her stuffed animals and hug him or do one of the chants he taught her because that's what her idea of protection and safety is

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ANGST DRABBLE

ralph sits with his head in his hands, distraught. he had another episode, this time in front of his young daughter. seeing the look of shock and fear on her face broke his heart.

those damn witches had hell to pay for what they've done.

"daddy?" he hears a small voice say. ralph's head shoots up. his daughter, holding her favorite teddy bear (which she renamed "papa bear" after noticing how closely his new look resembles the stuffed animal) walked up to him. her eyes are still a bit glossy, but she's smiling regardless.

"hey hon..." ralph speaks softly, reaching out to stroke her hair. "what have you got there?"

she puts the teddy into his arms, searching his face for a reaction.

"is.. this for me?"

she nods and ralph gasps holding it tight.

"oh wow, thank you babygirl- c'mere-"

he pulls her in for a deep embrace, kissing her head and whispering that he's sorry and that he loves her so much. a tear falls down his cheek as he holds her small body against his, hearing her say "i love you more, daddy!" in that sweet tone of hers.

it takes everything in his power not to completely break down.

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FLUFF DRABBLE

after finishing dinner, you walk up the stairs, hearing the sound of chanting coming from the bedroom.

"close! remember kiddo you've got to do it twice for it to really work so let's go again- OUMMMM-"

"mommy!" at the sight of you, your daughter jumps off ralph's lap and throws her little arms around your legs.

"hi!" you respond enthusiastically, hugging her back. "just wanted to let you both know dinner was ready. what are you guys... up to?"

ralph avoids your eyes by pretending to look around the room. your daughter smiles up at you, bursting with excitement.

"daddy was teaching me-"

ralph interrupts. "dinner's ready? oh, you have perfect timing babe we're starving- uh kiddo? why don't you go wash your hands?"

"ooookayyyy!!" your daughter skips out of the room, curly ponytail swinging back and forth in time with her steps.

"again? ralph we talked about this-"

"i know, sorry..." he sighs. you notice his eyes linger on your chest.

"like what you see?" you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

"no-! i mean- yes, of course but- you're not wearing the necklace..." he pouts.

you roll your eyes and reach into your shirt to pull the chain out.

"oh- my bad"

"yeah- now mr. bohnerrific69, could you please tell my husband that dinner's ready and he needs to actually eat tonight? because a whole pack of oreo's is not a sufficient meal."

"who told you i-?!"

ralph's gaze moves to your daughter, who's peeking past the door frame giggling.

"snitch!" ralph gasps dramatically and stands up from his desk, starting to playfully chase her down the hall. "thought you could rat me out huh? we had a deal!"

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[whosmarii]

Said you needed love.

ᯤ Started: 25/01/24.

ᯤ Finished:

Summary:

Tony loves his wife, Pepper. He loves his last daughter, Morgan. And he loves Peter like the son he never had. But you? his first born daughter, he doesn't even know your name.

tw: daddy issues (everything that this entail), no corrections yet.

*reader is fem. slow burn. Peter x reader. Kinda rivals to lovers.

Prologue.

You are a genius, you got that from him. You study from home, a teacher for each subject meticulousy selected by Tony to give you the best clases of the country. Not because he cares for you, but because you have to reach the expectations of the people. Imagine, the daughter of Tony Stark, aka Iron man, being an ordinary person.

You didn't need all the teachers, you were a genius because it was in your genes. That wasn't enought to meet your father expectations tho.

You did everything in your power to get a proud look (or at least a look) from your dad. You have the best grades, you learned two different languages in a time lapse of two months, you read five books of classic literature in three days, you knew how to play seven different instrument plus you knew how to sing, you were a professional ballet dancer, you knew aeronautical and chemical engineering, and the list could go on and on.

Nothing seems to satisfy him.

Sometimes, because Pepper have told him to or because he couldn't escape the situation, he would mumble a "congrats" or "yeah, good" while he kept working on whatever he was working. Not even looking at your direction.

You loved Morgan, she was probably the only person in your house that actually cared for you. And you were happy she didn't have to live the same horrible situation you did. But you couln't help the self-sabotaging feeling of jealousy that warmed you heart every time they were together. You didn't understand. What does she have that i dont? why can't i be enough like she is?

Pepper loves you, she tells you that recurrently. But she never did anything to get Tony to be a proper dad. It isn't her responsability but, she is your mother. She sees you suffer because of him and does nothing.

You live in a house with two adults and a five year old little girl, and the only person that treats you pretty...is the five year old. Therefore you love to spend time with the Avengers, they fill a space in your hearts that should be fill by your father. Especially Bruce, he is so fatherly loving, it warms your heart and put tears of joy in your eyes.

Having Bruce to care for you is so important that if he asks you to have sexual relationships with him you would say yes just to keep having his love. You would have sex with all the avengers man if that meant them loving you.

When you heard Tony tell Pepper about the arrival of a new Avenger of 15 years, your heart stoped. What if she is better than me? What if they love her more than they love me? what if-

Peter. That's the name your father said. It was a male. That was soothing. You usually didn't like boys of your age, but maybe this one was different.

You already know that Tony loves him. The way he talks about Peter is almost shivery. "Peter is a genius, that boy has a future." "He is a good boy. Sweet and all" And that aunt of his... such a display" "The Avengers are going to love him".

Now the soothing feeling is gone and the fear is back.

He sounded good. That was bad.

You can't hate someone good. But you can't like him neither.

He wasn't presented to the Avengers yet. You didn't know how he looked yet. But the boy was already tearing apart the only part of your life that wasn't crumbling.

@whosmarii | Please do not copy, rewrite or translate my work without asking me and reciving my approval first. Thank you!

[marchsfreakshow]

Mmmfff Colin being a father to twins, my heart is aching.

Anyway here's a little thought about it.

"daddyy.." Your younger child whispered into Colin's ear, smiling to herself. Elke giggled and waited for her father to wake up. It was 6am and Halloween. Your favourite holiday. Made extra special with the two 6 year olds bouncing on their toes.

"ah it's not even 8 yet.." Colin sleepily chuckled, scooping up Elke into his arms.

"but it's Halloween!!" Levi piped up, cuddling himself into your chest still. "And Halloween is extra special!"

"is it now? Wanna tell me how this one is special kiddo?" He chuckled again, sitting up and letting Elke nuzzle into his neck happily. The twins loved Halloween as much as you, dragging the tired detective into your celebrations for the day.

"My cousin made their costumes this year." You chimed in before the little ones said anything. Your cousin was a seamstress, and made the twins two outfits based off Enchanted, Elke's favourite Disney movie. Elke's dress was basically a mini version of Giselle's wedding dress, and Levi's outfit was a mini version of Edward's prince outfit. "we're gonna mini versions of Giselle and Edward running around the house."

"oh that's gonna be real cute." Colin smirked, kissing Elke's forehead. "I think you're gonna be the prettiest princess in your costume little one."

"nuh uh! Momma's the prettiest princess!"

"noo, momma's the prettiest queen." Colin quickly retorted Levi's compliment. Which just made you chuckle bashfully, and blush at the thought of being a queen. "Can you two go and wash your hands for me kiddos? Give your momma and I time to wake up properly. Then we can make a start on celebrating Halloween."

The twins immediately jumped off your bed, running into the bathroom giggling to themselves about today being Halloween. Colin sighed after and smiled at you tiredly. "How on earth do they have so much energy at 6 in the morning..?"

"That will forever be a mystery to me my darling." You yawned a bit, smiling before kissing Colin's cheek. "They might have just taken all my love for Halloween from me."

"that's impossible love, I've never know anyone who loves Halloween more than you."

"it might be possible. I can't be bothered to get up right now." Your words only made Colin laugh a bit, and he immediately got out of bed, walking over to your side. "No. No.. Colin don't-" and you were immediately picked up, his arms under your legs and under your arms. A squeal escaped you as your arms instinctvely went around his neck.

"Let's go make breakfast for the waiting twins." He grinned, striding out your room with you in his arms. "Levi! Elke! Come help with breakfast!" Colin said over his shoulder into the twins' room. They immediately rushed down the stairs, watching Colin carry you into the kitchen.

He placed you down eventually and you just smiled at him, kissing him. "you're an idiot, I love you so much."

Colin happily kissed you, keeping his arms around your waist. "Love you more darling, and that'll always be true."

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[vqmpyrecult]

[anime-and-arson]

About to go full fleabag on these hoes

[imyourbratzdoll]

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

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summary - you finally get to know what it’s like to date him.

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summary - dating him.

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[thepoetsmanuscript13]

A football team ― Peter Pevensie modern au

author’s note: hello everyone! a weird first post honestly but i was feeling it after talking about it with my friend sooo... :) a totally out of pocket au in which the pevensies are all alive and well and live in this century and peter is a married man 🤭 i don’t know how i feel about this thing, though, like i’m having mixed feelings about it, but if i don’t publish it now i’ll never do it lol

pairing: peter pevensie x female reader

summary: Peter Pevensie had started being sure of things the moment he met you by accident during his first year of university. You two didn’t even study the same degree, but you’d happened to see each other frequently in the same spot at the library, and when he finally dared to ask you out, years passed in the blink of an eye. Nowadays, you’re happy to call him your husband and the father of your children.

warnings: female reader, reader is pregnant, modern au in which everyone is happy and alive (lmao), peter pevensie is a teacher and a football (soccer) manager, plot’s not even a plot (lol), too many children, fluff, english isn’t my first language (i don't think i missed anything)

word count: 1869 words

requests are open, i write for many fandoms (maybe i can make a list of them idk)

You couldn’t help but love your chaotic family. It was the best thing that had happened to you, along with marrying Peter. Your life was a busy one, but it was also full of love. You saw it in the mornings, when your household became a place of madness and your four children ran around the hallways while they got ready for school. You saw it when you got in the car with them―of course, one of those big cars with too many seats because you wouldn’t fit in a regular one―and your husband drove for more than twenty minutes to some place, leading to fights and shouts and cries. You saw it at dinner, when the six of you sat at the table and ate whatever Peter had cooked and they all talked about their day, screamed over each other’s voices, and protested about not liking peas or broccoli or carrots. You saw it at night, when you and your husband fell into bed completely spent once the house was, finally, silent and all of them were sleeping.

You had a lot to celebrate with a family like that. People―mums from school―usually asked you how you managed. How you and Peter could take care of a family like that and still have time to love each other. Your answer was that you loved each other while you took care of your children.

And, of course, leaving the kids with their aunts or uncle or grandparents when you two wanted to have a weekend for yourselves also helped.

But, most of the time, it was you and Peter, and you were happy like that. It was a life that’d been made for you. Because, being honest, you’d never wanted to get married or have children. You’d always said those things weren’t for you. That you’d be the single, cool aunt type.

Until you met Peter during your first year of university. It changed everything you thought you were sure of, and you realised you simply hadn’t wanted that kind of life because, until then, you hadn’t met a person you’d like to have those things with. With him, everything changed. You saw yourself walking down the altar. You saw yourself building a home with him. You saw yourself thrilled because you two were waiting for a child. You saw yourself growing old with him by his side.

You’d never believed in the “right person” thing until you met him. Once you had, everything fell into place. And now you were at the peak of your happiness after discovering you were pregnant with your fifth child. Well― Fifth and sixth. Twins.

It had been an accident, really. Well, kind of an accident.

When you found out you were pregnant again, you and Peter had agreed that this was going to be the last one. Four children were already a significant number. You two were managing quite well with your numerous offspring, and a fifth was already going to be a challenge. But you knew your man. You knew him well enough to know that he somehow would manage to trick you one last time.

He indeed did when the doctor announced that you were carrying twins. You remember Peter’s mischievous grin. And your first reaction―slap his arm and call him a bastard. But you weren’t mad. It was going to be a challenge, but you could never reject what was the product of the love you and Peter had for each other.

You sometimes regretted your thoughts, though, during your eighth month of pregnancy. Some days you felt like giving up and staying in bed all day. Your back pain was killing you, and those two babies were definitely Peter’s, because they knew how to kick to make themselves known.

“You don’t have to come, my love,” Peter told you, and pressed a kiss to your hair.

You scoffed. “But I will,” you replied.

Your husband grinned and leaned to kiss your lips tenderly. His hand snaked down your body to settle on your round belly, and he smiled in the middle of the kiss. Your babies kicked in that exact moment, like they knew it was their father greeting them.

A long “ew” was heard from the kitchen’s doorway, and you two turned your heads to look at your second son, Samuel, who was already wearing his football kit. A grin appeared in your face and you gestured to him to come closer.

“You don’t like seeing dad kissing mum, Sam?” Peter asked him while ruffling his hair. The little boy put his hands on your knees and pressed his cheek to your baby bump.

“No!” Samuel answered. “It’s gross!”

“Oh, baby,” you laughed and stroked his blonde hair―you were still wondering how it was possible that all your children had inherited Peter’s golden hair―while he interacted with his unborn siblings. “It’s not gross. We do it because we love each other.”

“You don’t kiss me on the mouth but you love me,” he replied, thoughtful.

His father chuckled. “‘Course not, lad. Those kisses are just for partners,” he explained with a smile, amused by his son’s reasoning. He was a clever boy, they knew that much.

“Hmmm…” he mumbled, and narrowed his eyes in deep thought.

You couldn’t help a grin. Samuel was always asking questions and making up his own reasoning about why something was one way or another. Peter said he reminded him of his brother Edmund, who used to spend the time with his nose buried in books, but with his youngest sister Lucy’s character, who was definitely much more adorable and less… Well, less “Edmund”.

Peter kissed his son’s head and went upstairs to get the girls, who were probably still playing with the last Lego they’d been gifted. Legos were a must in your house. Legos everywhere. In the bedrooms, in the bathroom, in the back garden, in the living room. More than once you had stepped on one, and they hurt a lot. You always told them to gather the pieces and put them in their box, but your words were often ignored and forgotten. As a mother of four, you were used to it by now.

You heard giggles coming from the upper floor. Your husband was such a girl dad. He did what was necessary to put a smile in Audrey’s, Ruby’s, or Emma’s face. From letting them do his makeup―the amount of pictures you had with Peter’s face covered in red lipstick was infinite―to buying them a little foam sword and teaching them how to use it. You were scared they would take an eye out with those, but he was chill about it. He said that his girls needed to defend themselves from the bad guys. You thought one day they would end up punching someone for real with all the things he taught them.

Football, swimming, using a sword, makeup… He’d even tried to teach Audrey how to bake―no need to say it didn’t end up very well, and he spent a whole afternoon cleaning the counters and walls and floor. To this day, you hadn’t seen a mess like that one.

Some minutes later, Peter came back with three little monkeys clinging to him, the monkeys being your three daughters. Emma, the youngest of them, was in his right arm, while Ruby, the one in the middle, was in the left, and Audrey, the eldest―seven already, how time flew!―was hanging from his back.

You were going to die from a heart attack one day.

“Audrey! You’re going to make dad fall!” you said, standing from the chair while Sam held your hand.

“No, mum! I’m Spiderman!” she said, making her father grin. Since they had gone to the cinema to watch the last Spiderman film, Audrey had been pretending that she had superpowers. It’d been funny until she tried to start climbing the walls and you almost had a heart attack.

You shook your head.“Peter, do something,” you scolded your husband.

“Audrey, darling,” he immediately said, and you smiled―so obedient―, “I wouldn’t like your mum to get mad at me.” When his daughter opened her mouth to protest, he added, “And we’re going to be late to the match if we don’t hurry.”

“Yes, football!” Both Samuel and Ruby cheered, while Emma mimicked her siblings’ words in her father’s arms. Your little girl was two years old and she was such a brilliant kid already. She loved to grab Mr. Badger, the cat, by his tail and to do all kinds of villainies to him. The poor cat endured too much with your daughter, but he also was extremely protective of her and always made sure she didn’t hurt herself.

“Football it is,” you declared, and winked at your children.

The whole of your family exited the house and went to the car. You sat on the passenger’s seat―not without great difficulty―while Peter took care of your children. With your big belly, you were grateful you could even walk on your own. You could barely wait until the birth day, not only because you wanted to see your babies, but also because it was exhausting, being pregnant with twins.

Once your husband had secured all of your children in their seats, he drove to the school. He worked there as a science teacher, and thought at first it hadn’t been an option, when the previous football manager―who’d been some maths teacher―had retired, the juniors didn’t have anyone to train them, and Peter, loving kids and football as much as he did, decided to take the responsibility. Now, you knew he couldn’t picture himself without being the manager of those kids.

When you arrived there, most of the team was already there, and so were their parents, and the rival team. Peter quickly kissed you and he, Samuel, and Ruby left to get ready for the match. Meanwhile, you, Audrey, and Emma went to sit at the stands. You couldn’t stand for too long, and you liked getting seats close to your husband so you could watch him close during the match.

It was adorable, watching him interact with the kids. He ruffled their hair when they walked past him, encouraged them to be their best, and treated them like adults. They liked Peter a lot and he liked them back, and all their parents, but especially their mothers, always told you that you had struck gold when you married him.

As if you already didn’t know that you were the luckiest woman in the world to have him in your life.

You were sure that Peter was almost like a second father for many of those kids. They spent a good amount of hours together every week, training and at the matches, and it was very easy to like your husband. Even if he got a little competitive during every football game.

“Pass the ball to your brother, Corin!”

Maybe too competitive.

“Eyes up, Alice! Eyes on the ball!”

But, whatever he did, it seemed to work, because the school’s team won most of their matches. After the game, the kids all cheered while their parents clapped. Peter’s eyes met yours for some seconds and you smiled.

[mostlyghostlyy]

The feminine urge to put pathetic men in a snowglobe and shake it wildly

[redhoodedangel]

Okay, but Arkham! Jason as a dad is literally Rebecca Parham’s mother after finding out she got bit by a bully they were standing up to…

Omg, just…

Jason’s kid: *thoughts* Wait a minute… he didn’t get a call from the principal. He doesn’t know. But that’s not right. He should know… or I got this bite on my arm for nothing…

Jason’s kid: *inhales*… Look what Millie did to me…

Jason: Oh hell no…

*minutes later*

Jason: *kicks in the door to the principal’s office* EXPLAIN YOURSELF, MEATHEAD!

Principal: *absolutely shitting themselves*

Jason’s kid: *Regrets everything almost instantly*

And then Reader is the equally supportive mother who rewards their kid with ice cream or whatever they want at the toy or candy store.

[yourmcu]

okay I honestly don't care for the discourse about the doctor doom reveal, would be nice to see how they play it out, but this tweet just created a bunch of angst headcanons and fics in my head

[seongwave]

⎙  » mine

pairing : father peter x female!reader

synopsis : how dare she confess to a taken man.

warnings : make out. cursing. lowercase. not proof read.

lips interlocked with each others and tongues fighting for dominance. you moaned feeling his hand grabbed and caressed your lower back. “i’ve missed you so much” you muttered, pulling away from the kiss.

“i’ve missed you too, sorry lots of people wanted to talk to me” he said kissing your forehead

“do you have another session?” you curiously asked looking up to him. he nodded and gestured you to follow him.

you and your bf has been dating way before the apocalypse has started. many knows you’re both in a relationship but how come this bitch is oblivious to?

“father, i think i’m in love with you- no, i am in love with you” seon hwa suddenly confessed, taken a back together with the other people inside the room, you felt your blood boiling.

“what?!” you spoke madly

“hey, what the heck is wrong with you?” a stadium resident asked seon hwa, nervous and baffled.

“what? i’m in love with him. is there anything wrong about that? do you have a problem with me?” she stood up defensing herself

“yea there is, you’re confessing to a taken fucking man”

seongwave 2023

[niteskysx]

Feel free to leave me prompts or fic ideas. My semester ends in 2 days so I am PREPARED.