𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Full Moon Cuddles

Parings → Peter Parker x Werewolf! Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → Peter cuddles with werewolf reader during full moon, enjoying sweet moments until morning transformation.

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The full moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow through the window of Peter's apartment. You could feel it. The pull, the itch under your skin as the transformation began to take hold. You'd been through it so many times, yet every full moon still carried that same electric charge, that same inevitable shift.

Peter, sitting cross-legged on the couch with his laptop perched on his knees, noticed the subtle signs. Your restless pacing, the way your breaths deepened, the way your eyes occasionally flicked to the clock on the wall. He smiled knowingly, already closing his laptop and setting it aside.

"It's time?" He asked softly, even though he already knew the answer.

You nodded, stepping back to give yourself some space. "Yeah. It's happening."

Peter stood up, moving over to the couch and fluffing up a few pillows in preparation. "I've got everything ready," he said, his voice filled with that gentle, caring tone you'd grown to love.

Your muscles tensed as you began to shift. Fur sprouted, your bones realigned, and within seconds, your human form was gone, replaced by a massive, fluffy wolf. You shook out your thick fur, letting out a small growl of relief as the transformation completed itself.

Peter's face lit up like it always did when he saw you like this. "There's my fluffy girl," he said, moving over to you, reaching out to pet your head.

You nuzzled into his touch, a content growl rumbling from your chest as you pressed your large head into his palm. It had taken Peter a little while to get used to this part of your life, but now, he treated it like second nature-almost like he preferred it.

"C'mere," he murmured, moving back to the couch, patting his lap. "You know the drill, babe."

Without hesitation, you padded over to him and, with surprising grace for your size, climbed onto the couch, nestling yourself comfortably into his lap. You were a huge wolf, much larger than the average canine, but Peter never seemed to mind your weight or your size. In fact, he loved it.

"You're so soft," Peter muttered as his fingers worked through your fur, gently scratching behind your ears. You let out a contented sigh, your large body relaxing completely in his lap as he continued petting you. His hand moved down your back, fingers working through your thick fur in a rhythm that felt soothing, grounding you in his warmth and affection.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, the soft hum of the TV in the background as Peter absentmindedly flipped through the channels. He wasn't even paying attention to the screen, though; his focus was on you, on the way your tail twitched slightly with every pet, on the way you practically melted into his lap like a big, fluffy blanket.

"You know," Peter said, his voice soft and teasing, "I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Who else gets to cuddle with a big fluffy wolf every full moon?"

You huffed out a breath, your head resting comfortably on his leg. His teasing always made you feel warm, even if you couldn't respond in words right now.

Peter leaned down, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. "I love you," he whispered. "In all your forms."

You let out a low, affectionate growl in response, your tail wagging slightly against the couch. It was your way of saying you loved him too.

The night passed slowly, comfortably. Peter had picked a movie, something light and easy to watch. You weren't paying much attention to it, too content to just lie there with him, basking in his affection. Every now and then, he'd pause the movie just to pet you a little more, to give you extra attention, and each time he did, you couldn't help but feel this overwhelming sense of love for him.

As the night wore on, you felt the familiar pull of your body beginning to shift back. The full moon's power was waning, and soon enough, you'd be human again. Peter, ever in tune with you, noticed the subtle signs and adjusted himself slightly so you wouldn't be uncomfortable as you changed.

It was always a strange transition-going from wolf to human-but with Peter's arms still gently holding you, it was a little easier.

When the transformation was complete, you found yourself lying on the couch, now in your human form, wrapped in Peter's arms. You felt a little tired, the way you always did after a full moon night, but the warmth of Peter's embrace made everything feel okay.

He smiled down at you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "Welcome back," he said softly, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your cheek.

You smiled up at him, your voice a little hoarse from the transformation. "Thanks for cuddling with the wolf version of me."

Peter chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Are you kidding? I love it. You're the cutest wolf ever."

You playfully rolled your eyes, snuggling deeper into his chest. "You're such a dork."

"Yeah, but I'm your dork," he teased, wrapping his arms tighter around you, holding you close.

You sighed, feeling completely at ease, completely loved. "Yeah," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "You are."

As the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the window, you found yourself drifting off, safely tucked into Peter's arms. The night had been long, but the warmth of his love made it all worthwhile.

"Goodnight, Pete," you murmured softly, already half asleep.

Peter kissed the top of your head, his voice low and filled with love. "Goodnight, my wolf. Sweet dreams."

And with that, you drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter what form you took, Peter would always be there, ready to hold you, love you, and keep you safe.

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