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Monochrome Teddy Bear (Spiderman Noir x Reader)

Original Tumblr Ask: How about a Spider Noir fic with prompt #42? Him being unusually clingy, wanting cuddles and a bunch of kisses, of course the reader complies to his wishes, they have make out session, cuddle and end up falling asleep together.

Author's Notes: I think I made it a little angsty.... Apologies for taking so, so, so long to finish another request, there's been a lot going on, I've complained and celebrated on my blog so I won't here.

Prompt: #42 "Stop being so cute."

You wiped your hands, finally finished with washing the dishes after your solo dinner.

Those weren't uncommon for you, but they still weren't fun. All they did was make you worry for your partner. It filled your head with questions, such as;

'Where was he?'

'Is he okay?'

'Is he hurt?'

You did your best to stay calm because you understood why he was doing what he was doing, it never stopped you from worrying for him. It always scared you that one day he wouldn't come home. That you'd lose him like you did your parents. Tossing the tea towel on the counter, you sighed, scolding yourself for overthinking again.

Resting your forehead against the cold counter of your kitchen, you started to take slow breaths in and out, as your mother taught you to do when you were younger. It always worked when you were younger. Your heart rate started to settle down when you felt a hand place itself on your waist, causing you to jump and yelp, ready to punch your intruder.

"Woah! Woah! Doll! It's just me!" Peter caught your wrist easily, but he still chuckled nervously. "Peter..." You growled, using your other hand to punch him in the shoulder. Peter rubbed his shoulder with one hand while the other was held up in mock surrender "Mercy, mercy. I can't take anymore." Peter gave a lazy smile as he feigned his pain. "If you think you're funny, you've got another thing coming, bud," You growled again, shaking your fist at him jokingly.

Peter rolled his eyes while he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, nuzzling his face into your neck. You returned the embrace without question, soaking up the warmth that he offered. Now, normally a hug wouldn't last long between you two, but Peter wasn't loosening his grip in the slightest. Trust me, you were not complaining! It was just unusual for him.

As much as Peter tried to be otherwise; he was a product of your time. This cold world did affect him, how couldn't it? You knew he desired the love of family and you, but he was scared you would be gone. Just like Uncle Ben.

"Are you okay, Peter?" you whispered in his ear while running your fingers through his hair. He nods into your shoulder, his hold on you tightening slightly "I just missed you, doll," He spoke into your shoulder, then pressing his lips to your neck. His lips then trailed up the skin of your neck, to your jawline, your cheeks and then the edge of your lips. A soft giggle escaped your lips as he did this and you could feel him smile against your skin in response.

"Stop being so cute" He murmured, his grey eyes boring into your own. His little warning caused you to raise an eyebrow with your mischievous smirk. "Me? Cute? Pfft! I'm not doing anything of the sort!" You feigned ignorance whilst you tilted your head away from him, but the movement was halted by Peter grabbing your face, resuming eye contact.

The swirling emotions that his eyes contained silenced you. A gentle smile etched its way onto your face as you reached up to hold his face in your hands, Peter immediately seeming to melt in their hold, his eyes closing in the process. Leaning forward, your hands moved to run through his dark hair as you pressed your lips to his. He let out a small moan as he tightened his arms around you and hauled you up onto the kitchen counter.

Holding the back of your knees, he pulled you closer, pressing his chest to yours while you continued to play with his hair. He held you like you would disappear if he released you for even a second. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his hands migrated from your legs to your waist, gently caressing the skin showing from your shirt riding up, earning him a small moan from you, causing him to part his lips to lick your bottom lip.

'Always the gentlemen' You mused to yourself, silently marvelling at this man that you have the honour to call your partner. But you were a little minx, so your lips were sealed. But you didn't you have the chance to laugh at your mischievousness before you felt a small pinch at your love handles as well as hearing the growl of Peter as he did so. His tongue dove into your mouth as your lips parted, immediately rushing to claim the cavern for his own, wrapping the wet muscle around yours.

Your gasp turned into a high pitched moan at the sudden attack. Did you dare to tease the Spiderman? The P.I. knew how to tackle a cheeky minx like you any day. You felt warm, but not an overwhelming heat that came with lust, but a comfortable and soothing warmth that his arms and his heart offered you. You could stay in his embrace for eternity.

Pulling your legs to lock around his waist, he gently picked you up while making sure not to break apart your lips as he trudged towards your shared bedroom. His spidey sense guiding his blind path perfectly along with the memorised map of your home.

Sitting down on the mattress, Peter finally pulled away from your lips, much to his dismay. Cupping his stubbled face, your noses bumped with one another as your foreheads met and you panted like you ran a marathon. Lifting your gaze to him, your lips were tugged upwards as you took in his tired, dishevelled appearance.

His hair brushed in every direction, his eyes half-lidded with bags underneath them and the stable covering his jaw. Peter's eyes locked with you as he took notice of your staring "What?" He asked through his panting, but your smile only grew "Nothing, Peter. I'm just looking at the man I love, and the one who I worry about" You muttered with knitted brows.

Peter's brows also furrowed, he sighed, glancing away as he tried to formulate how to respond/ He knew how much you worried and he already knew he couldn't make promises of brighter future even if he wanted to. You didn't deserve to live in a world like this, you belong somewhere where you didn't have to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were safe.

Unable to find an appropriate response, he remained silent as he moved the two of you onto the bed with you leaning upon his chest while his hand threaded through your hair, removing small tangles and knots. "P...Peter?" You stuttered, looking up at him, concerned over his silence.

Again, he didn't respond. He just pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your hair. Grabbing your hand, he threaded your fingers together, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

"I know I can't promise you a better world, one without fear, doll. I hate that I can't. You deserve so much better than this shit life. You deserve to have someone that is always safe, someone that will be there for you at your beck and call," Peter mumbled into your hair, gently squeezing your hand.

"Peter. I don't care what I deserve. I'm not a queen that needs everything she wants the moment she wants it. I'm just me, and I know what I want." You stated, shifting your head to look up at him "And I want a man who loves me. The one that constantly proves how much he does despite the difficult situations that try to stop him. You know who I'm talking about, right?" Your eyebrows rose expectantly.

Peter blinked for a moment before smiling softly. Playing along, he said "No idea. Who?"

"You; Peter Parker."

Angling your head back, you pinched the bridge of his glasses and removed them, placing on the far bedside table before returning to Peter, who was still staring at you, even as you locked your arms around his torso, settling into a comfortable position against his chest. "Get some sleep, Peter. You need it." You advised him, softly murmuring into his chest. Your eyes closed as you listened to his heartbeat.

"Goodnight, (Y/n). I love you, so much" He whispered, closing his own eyes to join in peaceful slumber.