This book will include many Spider-Man or Peter Parker x reader imagines. I will take requests for story's about the webslinger as well as create my own for your enjoyment!
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It was 1:25 am and you were sitting on the cool tiles of your bathroom floor, leaning against the bathtub as you stared at the positive pregnancy test in your shaky hands.
"I can't believe this" you gasped with shock. Peter had gone out on patrol for a few hours and you decided this would be the perfect time to test why you had been having strange behaviours recently.
Now you knew.
A loud thud sounded from your room, signalling Peters return home for the night. But it sounded louder than his normal padded feet hitting the ground and it was followed by silence, causing you to jump up from your spot and rush into your shared room to find the man you loved laying on the floor bleeding.
"Peter!" You shout, running to his side. You pulled him to a standing position using all of your strength before helping him over to your bed. Pulling off the mask you gasped at the sight. He had yellow and purple bruises forming on his cheek and lots of small cuts over his face. "I'll be right back!" You called, running to get the first aid kit to help him.
When you returned his eyes were closed in pain. "Let's get this off of you" you start to pull off the blood stained suit as he groans in pain. "Oh my god" you gasp once more, seeing how bad his wounds really are. "No no no, Peter stay with me now" you beg bringing a hand to hold his cheek as you start to dab a wet cloth onto his wounds, he winces in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.
"I'm sorry y/n" he starts as his head rolls back and his eyes stay shut.
"Come on Peter, stay with me! I need you to stay with me!" you cry, holding his face in your hands.
"Til death due us part, I love you y/n y/l/n" he brings a hand up over yours.
"No no no no, you can't die on me, you can't die on us, not now!" You cry even more into his chest. His hand drops from your and you panic, thinking your worst fear has come true. "Peter I'm pregnant!" you blurt out and his eyes shoot open to look at you.
"What?"
"I'll tell you more after, just stay with me a little longer" you beg and he nods trying to stay with you until you finish up. "Peter?" You question as you pulled the last stitch and he dropped his head back, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm still here" he groans opening his eyes. "Can you help me up?" He questions. You pull him to a standing position and set him down on a chair along the side of the room while you change the bloody bed sheets.
"Come here" you help him up again and lay him down on the bed to rest comfortably.
"So your pregnant?" He looks down at you, wrapping an arm over your shoulders and holding you close to him. You nod softly with a smile. "I'm gonna be a dad?" He beamed with excitement.
"Woah woah, calm down there, I almost lost you tonight" you remind him. "Now get some rest and we can talk about this tomorrow"
"How do you expect me to sleep after telling me your pregnant with our child?" He asks you with more excitement bubbling up. You only giggled as he planted kisses all over your face before finding you lips and kissing them with passion.
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"Honey I'm home!" Peter crawled through the window to find you nowhere in sight. "Y/n?" He heard a groan from the bathroom and rushed in, pulling off his mask to find you sitting on the floor.
"Hey Pete" you tried to smile but suddenly threw your head over the toilet as another wave of nausea hit you.
"Oh y/n" your husband joined you at your side and held your hair back, rubbing your back gently with his free hand. "Is there anything I can do?" He seemed desperate to help in any way possible.
"Could you get me some—"
"Mint chocolate" he finished with a smile.
"Yes and—"
"Tea"
"I love you" you looked up at him.
"I love you more" Peter picked you up and set you down on your shared bed. He blows you a kiss before pulling his mask down and swinging out of the window again. When he returns from the store he finds you asleep peacefully. With a genuine smile Peter took the items into the kitchen and returned to your room to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well darling"
————————————————- Question of the day: what's your favourite type of chocolate?
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