Marvel x Reader Prompt Imagines (Requests Currently Open)

RQ: Shy (Spiderman Noir x Reader)

Original Tumblr Asks: "Hi, love. That last drabble from SpiderNoir that you wrote was sooo perfect, so I was wondering if you could write something for him with the prompt "Can I kiss you?"? Please have a lovely day/night" and "Love, may I ask a drabble with "Can I kiss you?" For SpiderNoir×F!reader, please? Bonus points if Peter is the one who's asking uwu"

Author's notes: Two anons requested this and, of course, the second anon had to tempt me with bonus points! XD Cause the little gamer in me! Also for those that may be confused, This prompt is actually not on any of my prompt lists, surprisingly (or at least I couldn't find them). There's one more fic after this that is from the first prompt list, after that the rest of my requests after those will be from the recent prompt list or a scenario given to me. Either way, I apologise for taking so long and for any confusion! Also, cookies for anyone who gets the reference I put in :3

Prompt: "Can I kiss you?"

Spiderman Noir - Peter Parker

"See ya next time, Noir!"

He turned his head to look at the woman smiling so sweetly towards him. So many smiles to give despite him barely talking to her. She would often leave him speechless in more ways than one.

It was hard to fathom the way he was acting. He was the Spiderman, - Noir, to be specific - he was the hero of New York, the one who fought Nazis without a fuss in the world and yet he had trouble mustering a sentence when he was around her. Despite his standoffish nature, she still made an effort to make sure he was part of the group, joining in on what the gang was doing.

She was an example of how good people could be, a bright contrast to what he knew from his dimension, she was someone he thought he could only dream of being with. He nodded as his goodbye "Abyssinia" he muttered, about to jump out of the window to rejoin the gang when he was stopped in his tracks.

It was Ham, handing him a small bunch of grey roses. The ones he tried to discard before they visited her. The pig narrowed his eyes at the monochrome spider, glancing between Noir and the bouquet. Noir turned a dark grey under his mask seeing the previously discarded item, a reminder of his cowardice.

"Noir?" She called out to him, confused.

Forcing down a deep breath, he hesitantly took the flowers and climbed back inside. "Peter?" she asked again, blinking as she noticed the flowers. An eyebrow raised in curiosity, but her smile didn't fade.

Meanwhile, Ham was silently cheering him on, gesturing for him to 'Go on and do it'. He growled, trying to ignore the encouraging pig so he slammed the window down on the poor pig's nose. Ham silently screamed in pain while glaring daggers at Noir.

He gazed at her, taking off his hat and pressing it to his chest while he held out the flowers to her. Her smile widened as she took the bouquet gently, taking a whiff of their scent. The (e/c) gems known as her eyes sparkled before their gaze shifted back to him. "They're lovely, are they from your dimension?" She inquired curiously, trotting behind the kitchen counter in search for a vase.

He nodded dumbly, his hand nervously playing with the bow on his fedora. "So why the sudden gift?" She questioned while filling the vase with water.

"Well...Well, Doll, I, uh, I..." He stammered, "I saw them and they reminded me of you." He chimed, finally starting to feel confident in what he was doing. His lips curved upwards as she giggled and her cheeks reddened. "Well, aren't you a charmer, detective." She teased. The flowers were placed in the vase and positioned on the counter, she smiled at her work before striding over to him again.

He gulped, feeling his cheeks heat at the nickname. He stuttered as he tried to regain his composure, only causing her to chuckle, biting her lip. "Cat got your tongue?" She smirked at him.

"You definitely do, Kitten." Noir chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Surprisingly, she turned red, also nervously chuckling. "I... make you nervous?" She asked, her eyes scanning his goggles as if she was trying to his eyes through them. He nodded, placing his fedora on the table next to him. "How?" She blinked, her smile disappearing from her lips.

"Uh..." He opened his mouth but closed it again. How could he explain it without sounding like an idiot? At least not in his head. What words came to his mind were immediately ruled. His mouth continued to flap open and closed like a fish.

"Sorry, You.. you don't have to answer that. But I do have another question for you."

"What is it, doll?"

"Ham told me that you wanted to ask me something; what was it, detective?" Her eyebrows raised with her smile. Did she know what she was doing to him? Or has she simply not noticed? He narrowed his eyes in suspicion before glaring at the window where the pig was. "Damn that pig..." He muttered under his breath.

She giggled, tilting his gaze back to her. "Well, at least he wasn't lying when he told me. I would have made a nice roast out of him." She sighed in relief, placing a hand to her chest. But he tilted his head, confused. "Why are you so worked up about it? What if it was just a simple question?" He pried with a smirk, scanning her face for her reaction. Her cheeks adorned a red and she tore her gaze away, rubbing the back of her neck.

"We-well he made it sound... Im-important, so I wanted to make sure – you know what nevermind, forget I asked!" She babbled on, waving her hands dismissively while her face kept the tint of red.

"And I thought I was nervous," He chuckled, causing her to freeze. "Can I ask that question now?" She nodded, tilting her head curiously.

He gripped the rim of his mask, pulling the fabric over his nose, revealing his light grey skin, lips and slightly darker stubble that was forming. "Can I kiss you?" Her eyes widened and her blush reached her ears. She nodded, her signature smile returning. But as he leant in, she stopped him. "Can I take the rest of your mask off first?" She whispered, "I'd like to look into your eyes..." Admitted the female, shyly.

"Go ahead, Doll," He whispered, tipping his down for her to have the reach. The fabric was carefully and slowly removed his head, showing his grey eyes and his dark, messy hair. After placing the mask on the table with his fedora, she cupped his stubbly cheeks and stared into his grey eyes, her smiling widening.

"Well, what are you waiting for, detective?" She teased, that smirk returning to her lips.

"You little minx," He grinned, placing his hand to the back of her head and pulling her closer until their lips met. Moulding together perfectly, their lips moved with one another like small dance while their hands each trailed away from their original place His coming to rest on waist while hers sat under his jaw, her thumbs caressing his itching stubble and her fingers played with shorter locks of his hair.

The couple panted softly as they broke apart, their foreheads resting upon one another. "So that was your important question?" She broke the silence, giggling softly. He sighed, his head falling to her shoulder "I was originally gonna ask if a dame like you would like a certain fella, but I couldn't help myself," He admitted.

"I answered both questions. Hmm, I think you owe something for that extra one." She twirled the hair on the back of his neck. "Oh yeah, Kitten? What will it be?" He raised an eyebrow, "Another kiss?" She suggested, earning a smile from him.

"As you wish," He whispered as he pressed his lips to her again.