I ran as fast as I could and hid behind a tree. I peeked from the side to see if he was following me and saw no one. He was right behind me. I thought. I faced back and waited for Peter to call out for me. I went to peek behind me again. Nothing. I turned back and -
“Ah!” I let out a high pitched scream. Peter Parker was hanging upside down from a low branch and laughing his brains out. “Peter! That wasn’t funny!” I crossed my arms.
Peter swung down from the tree. “Oh, come on Y/N. You have to admit that was pretty funny.” He gave me a grin, showing off the loss of his two front teeth.
“For you.” I said, still pouting. I turned around and walked away from Peter.
“Hey! Y/N! Wait!” Peter yelled out. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. He stood in front of me. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” He looked down at his shoes.
“Okay!” He looked up and I gave him an equally toothless grin. “Let’s go play another game! I’m thinking…tag! TAG YOU’RE IT!” I tapped his shoulder and ran off, laughing.
Anonymous said: you should totally write an imagine where your crush wakes you up by neck kisses and then you have a warm bath together. idk you should make it heated. *coughs* its not your babe i swear *coughs*
A/N: I see through your disguise, babe. ;) I see through it! I’m so sorry that you asked for this months ago and I didn’t get around to it ‘til now. Hope you enjoy, dear “not my babe”. ;) <3
Her eyes were closed, soft puffs of warm air escaping her slightly parted mouth and I felt my chest constrict with the pain that I could never show her how beautiful and precious she was to me. Of course, I told her as often as I could but words felt so weak and actions were still so inadequate in showing her how big my love for her was.
Her hair was a gorgeous mess, and I smiled to myself as I remembered our passionate coupling last night. Every time with her was just as mind-blowing as the last.
I shifted myself closer to her sleeping form, in awe of how the first rays of light streaming in through the thin curtains brought out different hues in her hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pressed my lips to the part of her neck where her shoulder met her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent, I savored the salty taste of her skin as I lightly flicked my tongue along her tender, soft skin.
She shifted as I continued my trail of kisses up her neck, each slow enough for me to breathe her in and savor the feel of her skin underneath my lips.
As I made it to under her jaw, I felt her hand lazily comb through my unruly hair, making me let out a soft moan. She let out a contented sigh in answer and pressed me closer to her in encouragement of my ministrations to her jaw. Lazily, but passionately, I sucked on the line of her jaw, not being able to stop the smile that graced my lips as she let out soft noises of satisfaction.
Reluctantly, I pulled my lips from her skin, to look into her glazed over gaze, a sleepy, soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
“G’morning, love,” I murmured, grinning down at her.
“It sure is,” she replied, running her delicate hands up and down my bare back.
I laid there, half on top of her, staring down into her mesmerizing eyes. Something seemed to dawn on her face after a few moments.
“Last night, I never got to take my bath,” she said, pouting slightly, lightly dragging her fingernails down over my shoulder-blades.
I shuddered. “Mm, I’m sorry I distracted you,” I gave her a cheeky grin. “On second thought, actually, I’m not sorry at all,” I added.
She rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. I licked my lips and saw her eyes shift back to mine, a glint of mischief in them.
“I think I’ll go take it now,” she whispered, slipping out from under my upper body and the sheets.
I watched her in all her glorious nudity walk away from the bed to the bathroom. I gulped, my eyes dropping to her ass. When she reached the doorway, she turned giving me those fucking bedroom eyes.
“Join me?” she tugged her lip between her teeth.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I hissed, jumping out of the rumpled bed.
Minutes later we were wet and immersed in sudsy bathwater. My legs bracketed hers, and I gently massaged her back. With a moan, she sunk against me even further, her body slipping down my body gloriously.
I closed my eyes trying to lock in the sensation of her wet, naked body against mine. Opening them again, I picked up a loofa, soaping it up before raising her left arm in my left as I ran the loofa down it with my right hand. I watched the drops of water drip off her arm, and splash into the water, making it ripple around our bodies.
She turned her head and leaned it back onto my shoulder to look into my eyes.
“Something wrong, babe?”
I held back a groan at the way she was looking at me. Eyes hooded, mouth parted just the slightest, eyebrows crinkling with concern. No one had ever made me feel as wanted or cared for as she did.
“Yeah, actually,” I put on a worried face, my voice rough with need.
“What is it, c/n?” She asked, turning her body more, her hip now digging into my groin, making me hiss as pleasure shot through me from the friction of her body against mine.
“You’re not on top of me,” I managed, my tongue heavy in my mouth.
She looked at my lips once, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. A shy smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she looked back up at me through her long lashes. There was that hint of irresistible sexuality that burned in her eyes right before she took action.
Using the sides of the tub as help, she twisted her body around. The hot water sloshed around us as she settled her open thighs over mine, resting on my lap. I was completely hard at this point and she knew it. Her heavy-lidded eyes lifted to mine, and she held my gaze as she swiveled her hips over me.
“Mm, sorry, just needed to find the right spot,” she smiled wickedly.
My head fell back as her movements made me involuntarily jerk up to rub up on her.
“Find the right spot, my ass. We may be in the bath but you’re still playing dirty as fuck,” I hissed out through my lust, forcing my eyes to open so as to take in her beautiful face.
She simply gave me one of those angelic smiles that would normally make me laugh from how it contrasted with her piercing gaze if I wasn’t under her influence. She was a drug to me, and I craved every part of her.
She nipped at my bottom lip and I gripped onto her hips, rubbing circles into the soft skin there, pressing her harder over me. She gave into me and started swiveling her hips in a circle over my erection the way she knows drives me insane. The bath water sloshed noisily now, as I hungrily took her lips between mine, our tongues sliding against one another, tasting, savoring, moaning.
Her wet fingers traced a wet trail of water droplets up my bare back and into the damp hair at the nape of my neck. As our kisses turned even more urgent, and her thrusts over me frantic, her grip on the ends of my hair tightened almost to the point of pain.
“Shit, goddamnit, y/n,” I growled, moving my lips to her neck, nipping and grazing my teeth down until I bent her backwards so her neck rested on the opposite edge of the tub.
“C/n,” she whimpered, her legs tightening around me, fingers grasping at me.
I simply groaned back at her as I watched her hair fall erotically into the water, swirling in the blue-ish water. Her back arched as I cupped my hand to gather water in my palm, letting it poor between the valley of her breasts.
“I’ve never believed in any god, but when it comes to you it’s all I can do to stop myself from worshiping your body any time I’m around you,” I breathed out, watching how her chest rose and fell frantically.
“So do it,” she pleaded.
Her eyes were glazed as I gazed down at her. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, chuckling when she tried to pull me in for more. Instead, I pulled away, lathering my hands in soap, making it turn into a sudsy thick covering over my palms.
Slowly, my eyes trying to memorize every detail of her, I trailed a soap covered finger down her collarbone to the middle of her chest. Bringing my other hand up, I smoothed both my palms over her tits and she gasped at the contact. I gave her a grin, as her eyes slid closed. My hands continued their journey down over her waist, swirling the soap over her wet skin.
“Please–ah–c/n,” she whined.
“I can’t just leave the soap on you, gotta wash it off you,” I smiled softly, adoration swelling in my chest.
“Fuck that,” she smirked.
Before I knew what was happening, she had tugged turned the shower on, letting the spray rain down on us and her body. I watched it wash the soap from her body, mesmerized by how it slid off her body into the water in the tub.
“Now, shut up and fuck me already,” She laughed, pulling me down over her in a searing kiss.
Here’s my Child of Light tattoo! I got it on my 18th birthday. It’s the crest/logo from the game, and represents the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. This game and its story of light overcoming the darkness really resonated with me, and I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out.
When Joe had insisted that you come to his party, you weren’t sure what to think. Part of you would have been content spending the evening eating Chinese food and watching Netflix, while the other part of you knew it would be in your best interest to find your inner extrovert and go make some friends.
Since you didn’t have work that night, you had hesitantly agreed. Now you stood there looking at your outfit in the mirror placed to the back of your wardrobe door. It had taken you almost an hour to decide what to wear. Normally you would’ve been happy with a more easy going look, sweaters and skinny jeans, but for some reason you decided that tonight you wanted to step out of your comfort zone.
You slipped into a black body con dress that had a sheer top half. To go with your dress, you had chosen a simple pair of black heels.You had gone for a simple smokey eye that made your E/C eyes pop. You still looked very much yourself, just a little more intense then usual.
After fixing your hair in a fashion that was supposed to look like it hadn’t taken as long as it actually had to do, you finally felt ready to go. You pushed your nerves aside as you opened your door and walked down the short hallway and into the living room.
Your roommate had just gotten home from work and had been quick to get into their sweatpants and set up on your couch. Your friend looked over at you, appraising you with a practiced eye. “Are you going out?” Your roommate questioned.
“Yeah, actually.” You face finding itself a grin. “My friends are holding a party and wanted me to come. Is that okay with you?” your friend nodded, still looking over what you had decided to wear.
“Are you actually going to wear that?” Your friend questioned, knowing that your outfit tonight was out of your comfort zone.
“Yeah. I thought it look nice, what do you think?” You held your arms out at your sides as your friend looked you up and down for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past minute. You felt your anxiety rear its ugly head up.
“You look great! the boys will be all over your tonight ” Your friend beamed
“Thanks” It was a small thing but you found that it helped ease your nerves just a tad.
“Don’t stay out too late…. and all that stuff.” Your friend said with a laugh. “I know I can trust you. Don’t get too crazy, and use protection!” You laughed as you heard a honk outside the door.
“No worries, I shouldn’t be too late. I’ll text you know if something comes up.” You adjusted your dress as you stepped outside and walked to the car that was waiting for you, You sliding in the back as your friends talked and chattered.
You were content to just listen to everyone’s conversations in the car without actually saying anything. Soon enough, you were there.
You got out of the car and stretched your arms, taking in Joe’s neighborhood with a quick glance. It was nice, Joe was definitely making more on YouTube then you expected. You shrugged it off as you walk up to the front of the house.
You open the door and you are immediately hit with the warmth of bodys and the smell of booze. You crinkled your nose up and walked inside.
“Y/N” you hear your name come from the other side of the room. Joe pounced on you as you turned around. It was obvious that Joe was drunk out of his mind and wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning. “You came?!?”
“Yes i did come Joe, that’s why im here” you chuckled, drunk Joe was always a funny Joe.
“Y/N i’m just so happy that your here, but you look too sober. C’mon let go get you a drink” Joe laughed as his hand grabbed yours and lead you towards where the drinks were stationed. He picks up a unused shot glass and pours a shot, getting it everywhere in the process.
“TO Y/N” Joe shouted and people all across the room cheered. Joe looked at you in the eye and took his shot. Once he had taken it he looked at you with a pouty lip. “You didn’t take your shot” Joe moaned.
You looked down at the shot glass before you and hesitantly picked it up. You slowly brought it up to your mouth and questioned to yourself if you could just run away before having to take the shot.
All common sense left your mind as you downed the shot, the liquid burning your throat. “That’s my girl!” Joe said as he slung his arm around you. Whilst walking with a drunk Joe on your arm, you spot your friend from across the room. You made eye contact and rushed over to her.
“Joe i’m just going to say hello to a friend, Okay?” Joe nodded as you made your way over to your friend.
You both exchange hello’s and hugs as you notice the strange boy standing next to who you have never seen before. “Y/N this is my friend Chai, Chai this is my friend Y/N”.
The both of you shook hands and you couldn’t help but notice something creepy about him. “How about we go to the dance floor?” Your friend suggested as the three of you headed of to the dance floor.
You started dancing with your friend as Chai started to dance behind you. You shuffled over slightly to avoid him but wherever he would you would move he would follow. In the end, you decided you had had enough of dancing and Chai and went to go sit outside.
As you were enjoying the cool breeze outside, Chai comes and sits next to you. You groan in your head and turn to face him, the creepy smirk still on his face. “Hello there again gorgeous” he said as he slung an arm around you.
“I have a name you know” you said as you shrugged his arm off you and stood up walked back inside, trying to escape from Chai.
“Aw C’mon baby, don’t play so hard to get” Chai said, trying to grab your arm as you were walking away.
“Excuse me, but that’s no way to talk to my girlfriend” You heard as you felt a comforting arm slip around your waist. You turn around and look to see that Joe had come to save you.
“Really, I don’t believe that this girl would ever go out with a guy like you. I want you to both prove it” Chai said with a smirk on his face, Obviously thinking that his stumped us.
“We don’t have to pro-” you were cut of by Joe’s mouth on yours. Your mouth open and his tongue slipped into it. He pulled you closer as his free hand cupped your breasts.You both stayed like this for a while, the both of you seeming to enjoy it.
Joe and you both turned around with smug looks on your face, his hand still around your waist and breast. Chai looked around, avoiding the both of your gazes and walked away, saying something incoherent but you were to busy with Joe’s mouth on yours to hear it, nor did you really care.
“You know, his gone now you” you said against his lips. A small smirk entered across his face
“I know, but I guess i just can’t keep my hands to myself”
WARNINGS: THIS IS THE FLUFFIEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN.
REQUESTED BY ANON
“Hey, are you ready to go?” Draco asked Y/N, his thick Slytherin scarf hanging around his neck. Y/N was sat in one of the armchairs in the common room, her legs strewn over one of the armrests.
“Go where?” she asked, looking up at the blonde-haired boy.
“Hogsmeade. It’s Friday, right?” he replied, scrunching his eyebrows together.
She sighed. “Oh yeah. I’m sorry, I don’t know if I’m up for Hogsmeade today…”
Draco sat down at the coffee table adjacent to the chair. “Why?” he asked, concerned. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, placing a hand on her pelvis. “I’m fine. Just cramps.”
“Oh.” Draco said. “Are you on your - uh… time of the month?”
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You can say the word period, Draco. It won’t kill you.”
He smiled at the sound of her laugh. “Sorry.”
“And yeah, I am on my period. But you should go to Hogsmeade, with Blaise or something. I just feel like getting in bed and being alone, to be honest.”
“Are you sure? You’ll be okay?”
“Yes, Draco. Believe it or not, this has happened before.” she said, swinging her legs around so that she then sat normally on the chair, facing him. She smiled at the boy with too much concern for her.
“Okay.” he said, knowing that Y/N needed her space every once in a while.
He leaned over and pushed his lips onto hers, smiling into the kiss.
“Bye.” she said, after pulling away. “Have fun.”
Y/N spent the next hour curled up in her bed, in the empty girls’ dormitory, losing herself in a book. She was just about to take a nap, when she heard a soft knock at the door.
“Come in!” she yelled, a bit muffled from her pillow.
She sat up at the sound of Draco’s voice. She was surprised to see him walk in, green scarf askew and a brown paper bag in his hand.
“Why are you back so soon?” she asked, licking her lips.
He shrugged. “I missed you.”
She grinned at his lame response, as Draco sat down on her bed, unwrapping his scarf from his neck and shaking out some loose snow from his hair.
“Did you bring me some painkillers, by any chance?” she joked, gesturing to the paper bag.
“Still hurts, huh?” Draco asked, frowning. Y/N nodded. “Anyway, I got you this.” he said, pulling out a chocolate frog from the bag.
“Chocolate?” Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. “How stereotypical. Just because I’m a girl on my period, I want chocolate?” she said, scoffing.
“Oh, you don’t want it?” Draco said, one of the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk.
“Oh, no, I definitely want it.” she said, smiling. He laughed and handed her the candy. As she unwrapped the plastic, she watched Draco untie his boots and shrug his coat off, throwing both items on the floor.
He turned to her and said, “Scoot over.”
“Why?” she said, biting into the frog’s head.
“I’m getting in there with you.” he stated, climbing over her and lifting the comforter to climb underneath.
“Your clothes are dirty!” Y/N said, scooting over to make room for the obnoxious boy whom had just climbed into her bed.
“Fine.” said Draco. He then rustled under the covers for a moment, before pulling out his jeans and throwing them across the floor.
“There.” he said, kissing her on the forehead.
Y/N just laughed, shaking her head. Draco grabbed the brown paper bag left on the bed and began to rummage through it.
“What else you got?” she asked, mouth full of chocolate.
“Stick to your frog!” he said, pulling the bag away from her.
Y/N smiled, playfully elbowing him in the ribs.
Eventually, the two of them lying down, eyes closed, with Draco’s arm wrapped around her torso. He lightly traced patterns with his fingertips on the soft skin of her waist. Despite the pain, Y/N felt very calm.
“How does your uterus feel?” he mumbled next to her ear.
She opened her eyes and grinned, holding back a laugh. “My what?”
“What? I used the proper word!” he said, and Y/N could tell he was smiling as well.
“You’re an absolute dork.” she said, closing her eyes again.
Draco nuzzled her neck, sending butterflies to her stomach. “Yeah, but you love me.” he whispered into her neck.
“Yeah, maybe.” she said, grin spreading across her face. “Actually, my uterus feels horrible.”
“Want me to massage you?” Draco asked, eagerly.
“No, Draco, that’s -” she started, but he had already begun massaging her lower abdomen. “That tickles!” she said, squirming.
“What?” he asked, pretending to be oblivious. “This?” he said, doing it again.
“Stop!” she said, laughing so hard that her cramp seemed to intensify.
“Okay, okay.” Draco said, squeezing her body against his. “Let’s go to sleep.”
“We can’t go to sleep; you’re not even supposed to be in here. What if someone- ” Y/N said.
“Shh…” he said softly, into the crook of her neck. She closed her eyes.
And that’s how Pansy Parkinson found the two of them, cuddled up in Y/N’s bed, sleeping, Draco’s arm wrapped delicately around her waist.