“I don’t think so, Bug-Boy!” you jumped at Spider-Man with surprising agility, working to match his own. “Oh, this is nice. This’ll be fun.”
“Wow, how did you do that?” he asked, clearly caught off-guard by your newfound agility.
“Adaptive muscle memory,” you said proudly. “It’s a thing, I promise.” Sam and Bucky continued running as you and Spider-Man flipped around each other. He had the superhuman agility, but you had the ability to copy his every move. Well, almost every move; he shot a line of webbing at the top of the terminal and attempted to swing a kick at your face that you jumped out of the way from.
“Webbing, that’s cute, actually,” you grinned.
“Oh yeah? Well, you’re cute!” Spider-Man tried retaliating, “You’re also, like, pretty, kind of, and stuff, and if I could, I would try to ask you out, but I won’t, because I’m too professional for that, even though you are really cute and funny and stuff!”
“Too bad,” you kicked him hard in the face and sent him flying across the terminal. “I would have said yes.”
“Wait, really?” he asked, watching as you nimbly flipped after Bucky and Sam.
simple as the title, where your avenger boo kisses you
Bucky: Thighs. On your first few dates with him, you never pictured Bucky to be a thigh man. You more expected him to be an old fashioned kiss on the hand type, but that all went out the window the first night he slept over. He took what you thought were flaws and made them his favorite things about you. Bucky loves waking you up in the morning by trailing kisses starting at your collarbone and going all the way down to those thighs he loves. You have a small tattoo on your inner left thigh that he always traces over lightly with his fingers, and it drives you absolutely mad. When he’s had a long day of being an avenger, he loves coming home to already find you in bed. Bucky takes this time to climb into the king sized bed and rest his head on your lap, occasionally leaning over from his phone to place a kiss on your thighs and tell you little things about his day.
Steve: Forehead. It started when the two of you finally made your relationship public, and went to a baseball game together. People were around everywhere, most trying to pretend they weren’t staring as you walked to your seats hand in hand, but some were blatantly taking pictures and whispering to their friends. Steve’s grip moved to around your shoulder, and he pulled you closer to him while walking around inside the stadium. Being in the public eye wasn’t something you were used to, and Steve could tell. So instead of giving everyone a show, he sweetly placed his lips on your forehead in hopes of calming you down. After that came many more events where he did the same before you walked out into the public eye, and it stuck as a way for you to calm one another down. Plus it was a way for the two of you to avoid the whole gross PDA thing.
Natasha:Neck. It became a thing of good luck for the both of you whenever she would place a kiss on the left side of your neck before going off on a mission. You weren’t an active agent anymore, but there were times where you would be with Maria in the control room. Natasha had no shame in kissing you in front of whoever she wanted, whether it’s just the team, or on a red carpet for the whole world to see. Sometimes she would just kiss your neck out of the blue to get you flustered and red in the face. Even on game nights with the team she would lean over your lap just to get her lips on your neck before making any bets with the team, and 99% of the time her PDA payed off. Nobody in the public eye knew how much she really suffered from the trainings when she was a kid, and sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night suffering from those memories. But you were there for her, leaving kisses across her jaw and down her neck, bringing her back to reality in your arms.
Thor:Hand. Albeit cliche, he truly loves making you feel like his queen. He was raised to treat women with the utmost respect, because he understood that he wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for them. So when Thor met you, he felt as if he had cracked the code to what life is supposed to be like. Everyone knows about how bubbly he is, but he was even more so after that first look into your eyes at the Shield christmas party. When Thor wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is bring you closer to his body and kiss your hand. It’s his way of showing how much he loves and respects you, and without being too gross with the affection. But that sure doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be affectionate.
Tony:Chest. Tony is all about chest kisses, and he places them with such love and care. He loves leaning into your chest while you are laying on the couch or in bed after a long day of being Tony Stark. You hold his head there, softly running your fingers through his hair and stroking his cheek. He feels his safest with his lips on your chest, even safer than when he’s in the iron suit that is damn near indestructible. It momentarily dispels all negative thoughts from his mind, and leaves him with nothing but pure adoration towards you. He feels like a giant weight is lifted off his shoulders as well. It’s at that point when he turns his head and absentmindedly presses a short, chaste kiss to your skin or the fabric that covers the area.
Peter:Temple. Whether the two of you were tangled up in each other on the couch watching a movie, or silently strolling down the street hand in hand, he always pulled you into a warm hug, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. Whenever he was struck with the opportunity, Peter would lightly peck your temple. It helped that you happened to enjoy being kissed there just a little bit more than straight up lip-locking. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he loved and was there for you, and felt that a soft kiss on your forehead or temple was the way to do it. Sometimes you even stretched up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his temple whenever you saw him stressing out over something, especially new mission plans. Him leaving for said missions was a new thing, so it was always a toss up of who was going to be more strung out over the job that day.
Loki:Under-jaw. The two of always spent your down time wrapped up in blankets in bed, doing absolutely nothing aside from basking in each other’s company and body heat in silence. Loki leaned in to you and you leaned into him, becoming utterly obsessed with each other. He looked at you like you were the most exquisite thing in existence and peppered a million light kisses underneath your jaw and along the side of your neck. You always returned the favor by tightly holding him, eventually squeezing him till he was practically out of breath. You would spend all of your nights together exactly like this, much to both of your delight.
Pietro:Shoulder blades. Pietro craved skin to skin contact with you at all times of the day, mostly in the form of a kiss, which couldn’t happen often, much to your disappointment as well as his. So, he stuck to loosely slinging his arm around your shoulders and following you around like a lost puppy while you performed domestic tasks around the compound. Whenever you stopped bumbling about, doing whatever it was that you were doing, Pietro quickly peppered kisses all along your shoulder blades. They spanned everywhere from the shoulders to the nape of your neck. As long as it didn’t interfere with your task at hand, you indulged him and stood still, eyes fluttering shut in content for a moment until he was inevitably pulled away from you to do important Avengers work. He always made it up to you, however, in the form of much more interesting activities.
Bruce:Nose. Your touch never failed to provide Bruce with much needed affection, and reassurance that you were still around and weren’t ever going to leave him. You always stuck around, glued to his side while he moved about his lab. He tried on multiple occasions to explain what he does in the simplest way possible to you. Most of the time, you just looked at him and smiled, which Bruce knew as your nice way of telling him to stop wasting his breath because you weren’t going to understand any time soon. He softly chuckled every time, quietly sighed with a light smile on his face, pulled your face close to his and pressed a soft kiss on your nose. This gentle of a kiss reminded him that he’s still just Bruce, and not the other guy.
Scott:Cheek. Scott woke up significantly earlier than you did every morning, but never failed to give you a sloppy good morning kiss on the cheek before he rolled begrudgingly out of bed. They always woke you up though, which you didn’t mind. You always pulled a sleepy smile anyway, and rolled over to his side of the bed and basked in the hot spot of sheets he left behind, instantly falling back asleep. You were awakened again about a half an hour later to another, less sloppy kiss on the cheek and a goofy smile from Scott before he left for whatever job he had acquired from his friends. He whispered a promise to you about taking you out to dinner that night, an offer you accepted, before hurrying out of the room and out of the apartment.
Request: (@fangirlsarah16 ) Hey, I’ve been reading some of your imagines and I’m absolutely IN LOVE with them! And I was wondering if you could do a bit of a crossover? Where the reader is Logan/Wolverine’s daughter and shes dating Peter Parker secretly (cuz she doesn’t know how her dad will react and doesn’t wanna deal with it yet) and one day they’re in her room watching movies & being all cute which leads to a make out secc and doesn’t hear her dad come home and he finds them and gets mad but all ends okay?
NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS
A/N: Happy birthday King (THE TITLE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE LOGAN LUCKY)
“Peter!” Y/N squealed as she felt arms wrap around her waist, knowing that it was her boyfriend. He chuckled and leaned over her shoulder to kiss her cheek. “Hey, gorgeous,” he mumbled into her ear. She smiled and turned her body to face him to give him a proper kiss on the lips.
She turned to her friends, “I’m sorry.” Her friends giggled and told her that it was okay before they walked away continuing their conversation. Y/N picked her backpack up from its position against a locker off the floor and put it on. She leaned against the cool metal doors and smiled at Peter.
“We still on for tonight?” He asked, playing with her hair. Her smile brightened as she nodded. “Yeah, uh, my Dad’s going a bit up North…for work. So we should be fine.”
“Okay cool ‘cause I found a website, and it has a bunch of free movies that aren’t on Netflix.” He sounded so excited for this, and it made Y/N smile. “I’m so happy you’re finally coming over.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. Seconds later, the bell rang to go to class. They pulled away and Peter had a goofy grin on his face. He grabbed her hand, and started walking with her to class.
Hours later, Y/N walked into her apartment and shut the door behind her. She saw her Dad a few yards away from her by the couch, putting on his dark leather jacket. He turned his head to find her taking off her backpack and placing it on a nearby chair.
“Hey Y/N. I was just about to leave.” He walked over to her to give her a quick hug and a small peck on her head. “I have to head to the mansion today, Charles needs me to help that new mutant I was telling you about.” He pulled away and grabbed the keys from the small table near the front door.
“Don’t forget to lock the door behind me. I’ll see you later tonight.” He bid his farewell, halfway out the door.
“Bye Dad.” She gave her goodbye, a bit sarcastically. Her father knew just as well as she did that if anything were to happen, she’d be able to defend herself.
“Bye sweetheart.” The door slammed shut and Y/N let out a short breath.
She took her bag to her bedroom and started the homework that was going to be due tomorrow before Peter arrived.
The doorbell sounded through the apartment, which made Y/N jump up off her bed and run to the door. The bright happy face of Peter Parker greeted her. In his hand held flowers and in the other held her favorite candy. “Hey,” he greeted, slightly breathless.
“Hi,” Y/N laughed, letting Peter come in through the door. “These are for you,” he beamed, handing the goodies to his girlfriend. Y/N decided to worry about her excuse of the flowers to her father later. “You’re too good to me Peter,” she joked, leading him to her bedroom. She put the flowers on a small table before walking down the hallway.
“Your room is exactly how I pictured it would look like,” he noted as he looked around. He snickered when he saw the teddy bear he had bought for her on Valentine’s Day resting on her bed.
Peter lied on his stomach on the comfy piece of furniture, cuddling the teddy bear.
Y/N grabbed her laptop, candy in hand, and turned to see him with the bear. She chuckled a little as he pretended that the teddy bear was talking to her. “You’re such a dork.” She chuckled, laying down and copying his position.
She let Peter pull up the website and choose a movie as she got comfortable. The movie began to play as the two opened the bag of candy.
Peter had practically spent the entire day with her just cuddling and watching movies. It was a few hours before they both slowly drifted off into deep sleep.
The keys jingled in the door as the tired man walked into the room. He tossed his keys onto a nearby table only to notice that they had hit a bouquet of flowers. “The fuck,” he mumbled to himself.
“Y/N,” he called through the apartment. Hearing no reply, Logan decided to walk to his daughter’s room to see what she was up to. He reached her door and gently knocked. “Y/N, you in there?” He questioned again, not hearing a response.
He opened the wooden door expecting to see her doing her school work with her headphones in. Instead he saw his daughter cuddling up with some random boy.
Logan roughly, but not too roughly, pulled Y/N out of the bed, and out of her slumber, which startled Peter and woke him as well.
“Would you like to tell me why the fuck you’re in bed with my daughter?!” He shouted angrily, glaring at the boy who was stumbling off of the bed while keeping Y/N behind him. “I-I” Peter couldn’t form proper words or sentences. He never thought that this would be the way he’d meet his girlfriend’s dad.
Logan was getting angry very quickly. He couldn’t thing of anything else. He grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt and exposed his sharp claws in the teenager’s face.
“Dad stop-” Y/N begged, trying to pull him away.
“Y/N, you never told me that your Dad was Wolverine,” Peter rushed out looking at the girl with shock and a hint of fear, but cut himself off when the man hoisting him up in the air brought his claws closer.
“Dad, he’s my boyfriend!” She shouted, which made him retracting his claws slowly as he brought he boy to the ground.
“When were you going to tell me?” He asked slowly, but not with anger. It was more, sad.
“I-I don’t know. I just didn’t want you to explode like you just did.” She said holding her arm in her hand with her head down. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, “you could’ve told me.”
“Yeah, ‘cause that went well.” Y/N sarcastically muttered as she sat on her bed. Peter stood in the corner of the room, trying to catch his breath cause he was in awe. Logan sat down next to his daughter, looking at his hands.
“How do you expect me to react when my daughter is in bed with a boy I’ve never met?” He chuckled, with Y/N doing the same. Peter let out a nervous laugh, making the Howlett’s give him a strange look.
Peter cleared his throat and approached his girlfriend’s father. He stuck his hand out, “Hi, I-I’m Spider-Man.” His eyes went wide, not meaning to expose himself yet.
“I-I mean I’m Peter.”
Logan scoffed, grabbing the teenager’s hand, “Logan.” He let out a breath when he stood up, making Peter gulp. “I’m gonna go order takeout.”
He walked over to the door, almost shutting it. “Uhh, please keep the door open.”
Y/N and Peter nodded their heads uncomfortably, “Yep. Yeah. Thanks Dad.” Logan laughed as he walked down the hallway. Damn teenagers.
“So,” Peter started, rubbing his hands together and moving to sit in the spot her father was previously in, “do you have superpowers too? Like, are you a mutant?”
Y/N laughed and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips touched when Peter placed his hands on her waist. She moved her hands behind his neck when she pulled away, “I don’t know, Pete. Maybe I am. Let’s just finish the movie.”
Sorry this took me so long to get to! Life has been, well…what life sometimes is.
Honestly, It kind of blows me away every time you guys tell me that. I can think of at least a dozen others who I feel do our boy so much justice in so many ways that I don’t. You guys are lovely.
For a long time, Peter would most definitely be bashful and red-cheeked when it came to showing and being on the receiving end of affection.
The way his eyes crinkled and complimented perfectly the rosy color of
the skin beneath freckles and over too-big ears sticking out from under
messy curls mused by anxious fingertips on their way to a blushing neck never failed to put a smile on your face. A smile that melted into the crook of his burning, burning neck as you pulled him into you and held; your heart thrilled with how his body responded to yours, how it told you what his nervous lips couldn’t just yet.
The nervous chuckle, raised eyebrow, awkward neck rub combo quickly became your favorite reaction to draw from him when your fingers reached for his and chests and faces teased each other with their closeness.
Sweaty palm meeting with the equally damp palm of your own became something comfortable and known.
Sometimes, when he was really nervous and his bravery had taken to hiding itself away beneath a mask made of words spoken too quickly, eager glances, and averted eyes, lips seeking warm flesh; hovering but never quite finding their mark, he would wrap a delicately calloused pinky finger around yours; catching you in the web of fleshed out affection; an elastic band finger snapping free from his disguise, mask left dangling where four fingers hung limp and afraid of what he couldn’t know walked freely in the space between bodies.
His fingertips would be warm and damp, sweaty with excitement and a little shaky as they brushed against your jaw, caressing your cheeks before pulling you closer. Cautious, but glittering eyes like a warm cup of tea beneath the stars, eyelashes fluttering, fine hairs hesitating in their closing as his take your eyes in; asking, answering; butterflies from both stomachs fluttering between amber ridges as self conscious lids closed and lips made of raw sugar met in ways that were far more familiar and intimate than nerves would have hearts believe.
Despite the pounding of his heart that you could almost hear and yet, most assuredly feel beating against your chest, his lips would always curl into a smile against yours; skin catching as chapped, rosy flesh smoothed over blushing cheeks.
In private, Peter punctuated every expression of the heart with his own delivery route of kisses: the corner of your mouth, his still painted with content, the place your cheeks dimpled, your forehead, your temple, just so, the tip of his almost-straight nose pushing at the fine hairs above your ear. When he pulled away, his eyes were a little more confident, his cheeks and ears blazing red with admiration, with longing; an ache to be more, to ask more.
With time, Peter finds himself; who he is, what he means, how he feels, and everything he’s sparked in you. With time, Peter finds his confidence and often leaves you blushing with how bold and assured he is in his affection.
He kisses like he knows all of the answers to every question in your heart; he touches and holds you like he is the word to fill every line left blank in your soul. Cautious, semi-colon lips turn into exclamation marks; half-grins turn into half-smirks that encourage this new warmth to spread through every part of you.
You blush when he touches you because you know now that the color on his cheeks is the same color that paints his shoulders and his chest when that ache that had been in his eyes for as long as he’d known you; that chronic ache, suddenly becomes acute as it spreads from his eyes, to every part of him, bleeds into you and demands attention.
With time, when he blushes, it’s not because he’s nervous, or because he’s remembered how shy he maybe should be sometimes when it comes to you, it’s because he doesn’t have to wonder anymore. It’s because he knows.
summary: while lost among the corridors of hogwarts, you and peter stumble upon a certain famous mirror
warnings: none
words: 3.4k
pairings: peter parker x reader
a/n: this was an anonymous request for a hogwarts!au with a hufflepuff reader!!! i also used a prompt from this list, “we stumble into the mirror of erised together. we look into it. neither of us know it’s anything special. we just see our reflections.” i hope you like it, anon!!!:)
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