𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Clingy Baby

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Fluff, Clingy Peter, Sleepy cuddles

Summary →Late night patrol ends in soft cuddles as exhausted Peter sneaks in.

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The clock on your nightstand blinked 12:43 AM. You sighed, snuggling deeper into your blanket, hoping that maybe tonight you’d get a full night’s sleep. But the familiar creak of your window made you smile.

He was here.

Peter always made it a point to be quiet when he came in, but subtlety wasn’t his strongest suit. You turned your head just in time to see him climbing through the window, his silhouette backlit by the glow of the city behind him.

“Hey,” he whispered, pulling his mask off with one quick motion. His face was flushed, his curls damp with sweat. “Miss me?”

“Always do,” you replied, sitting up and opening your arms without hesitation. “Rough patrol?”

Peter let out a dramatic groan as he stepped into your room and shut the window. “The worst. It’s like every criminal in Queens decided to throw a party tonight, and I wasn’t invited, but I still had to clean up the mess.”

He got out of his suit with practiced ease, tossing it into the corner. He always kept a spare pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt at your place. Once dressed, he shuffled toward you, his exhaustion evident in every step.

“You look like you’re about to collapse,” you teased, scooting over to make room for him.

“That’s because I am,” he mumbled before flopping onto your bed. But instead of lying beside you, he let himself fall directly onto you, sprawling his full weight across your body.

“Peter!” You laughed, trying to push him off. “You’re heavy!”

“Nope,” he said, voice muffled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “This is where I live now. Get used to it.”

You rolled your eyes, running a hand through his hair. “You’re such a clingy baby, you know that?”

“And you still love me,” he murmured, his voice already heavy with sleep.

You chuckled softly, your hand moving to gently scratch at his scalp. His body visibly relaxed against yours, his breathing evening out. For a moment, the room was quiet, save for the occasional muffled noise from outside.

Then, just as you thought he’d fallen asleep, he spoke again, his words slow and sleepy.

“Love you so much…” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart clenched at the tenderness in his tone. “I love you too, baby.”

“You can’t even imagine,” he added, his voice trailing off. “Wanted this… all day…”

A soft smile spread across your face as you kissed the top of his head. You knew how much weight Peter carried, both as Spider-Man and as Peter Parker. It made moments like this even more precious.

Minutes passed, and soon Peter was out cold, his soft snores filling the room. You continued running your fingers through his hair, a small smile on your lips.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, but the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing eventually lulled you to sleep.

Aunt May always teased you about how often Peter ended up at your place, but you didn’t mind. These moments, where the world faded away and it was just the two of you, made everything worth it.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but tonight, Peter Parker was home, in your arms, and that was enough.

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