— ✶ a collection of articles i’ve read and thoroughly enjoyed of the spider-man all in one spot! read each warning before swinging in and please give writers some appreciation for all their hard work by reblogging and/or commenting! ꨄ
call me if you get lost I @superbassbuck I F + H/C + A I You have been Spiderman’s communicator—his eyes for crime and the voice on the other end of a staticky little radio that took him less than an hour to build. He doesn’t know your name, or what you look like. And you don’t know a single thing about him. Peter tells himself it’s better this way, that keeping you at arm’s length is the only way he can keep you safe. But that promise slowly frays the longer he speaks to you.
mask on, fuck it, mask off I @dearwalker I S I You’re spider-man’s closest thing to a friend since the world forgot his name…all without him ever taking the mask off. His true identity has always been a barrier between you two, but what happens when he gets hit with the pollen, and not only him, but the creature lurking inside him fixates on the only person he gets to call home?
letters i can’t send I @fawnindawn I H/C I your cute upstairs neighbour holds many secrets. you're willing to close one eye to his secrecy or the way he looks at you as if you hung the stars, till you accidentally uncover letters upon letters nedpeter’s kept in his apartment—all addressed to you.
web me home I @/fawnindawn I F + C I peter’s new arachnid senses often leave him disoriented—hibernating and waking up in places he doesn’t recognise. it’s a small problem, one he's willing to deal with on his own, till he wakes in your apartment with his arms wrapped around you.
secrets for the sleepless I @moonstruckme I H/C + F I you’re an insomniac, and you can’t help but notice your new roommate's comings and goings at odd hours. Peter’s a not-very-good liar that gets worse as he falls in love
underneath the suit I @yasministration I F I peter isn't prepared to take his clothes off for a meeting with the white widow, and he's much less prepared to meet his best friend for the very first time since fate tore them apart in a cruel twist of memory.
love bites I @/yasministration I ~S + F I you're determined to leave love bites all over peter's neck, but unfortunately for you, his accelerated healing has other plans. peter has a couple of suggestions to lift your spirits.
spiderfire superduo I @/yasministration I H/C I many of your superhero memories are riddled with the presence of spider-man, so how come you can't recall a single thing about him? oddly enough, getting all your answers begins with a youtube video titled 'spider-man and starfire being best friends for 10 minutes'
heartbeat pt2 I @thought-you-knew I F I As a nurse, nothing really fazes you. You've seen it all, but seeing the Punisher carrying in an unconscious Spider-Man? Well, maybe you haven't seen everything. Or Peter thinks you're cute while you're concerned for his elevated heartbeat.
did you get your taste back? I @xreader1989 I C + F I will you, an ex widow, and Spiderman himself be able to get over your past traumas and let each other in?
the anchor I @fireinmoonshot I H/C I When Doctor Strange's spell made the whole world forget Peter Parker, something went wrong (or very right). Now, you're the only person who remembers him. But it doesn't stop the nightmares from invading Peter's mind about the day where he might wake up and you don't remember him.
swinging by! I @starkissedxav I F I peter swings you around the city for the first time!
the frequency of forgetting pt2 pt3 I @violetrainbow412-blog I H/C I after erasing herself from his memories to save him, she spends years silently yearning for his love, unaware that fate would also ensure Peter was forgotten by the rest of the world. But no spell can break a bond that always finds its way back.
someone new I @/violetrainbow412-blog I C I after all, Peter just needs a friend
nothing sweet about it I @strangelure I S I your ex-boyfriend peter sees a chance and he takes it
sensitive I @arachine I S I accidentally discovering one day that peter's wrists are (weirdly) sensitive after his enhancement, so you take it into consideration the next time you go down on him and his entire world shatters.
find my way to your tongue I @/arachine I A + F I it's been three years since dr. strange cast the spell—three years peter has spent thinking about you. his final promise to you was to keep you safe. let you go. but peter has never been good at making promises.
frat!peter I @webslingingslasher I H/C
lucky I @miserymorgue I F
the ways that you say my name I @kryptidfiles I S I The sound of being known after years being forgotten makes Peter lose every careful piece of himself
i’m not there yet I @hanasnx I A + S
the front door I @hearts4hughes I A + F
yandere!stalker peter I @/heart4hughes I ~A
brand new changes, same ol’ spidey I @heyaheyrinny I S I Peter’s body is changing and you take this as an opportunity to tease his overstimulated senses.
drabble I @vampyrsm I ~S + F
thank you, spiderman I @sluvaffair I S I Enhanced!Spidey has made a habit of visiting you. You don't know what he looks like, but you do know how he likes to be touched.
drabble I @starlord-s I A
in dreams, i meet you in a warm conversation pt2 I @everythingcollided I H/C I you're avoiding the party that mj and ned wanted to throw, but that doesn't stop you from being found by a stranger. why can't you shake the feeling that he's familiar?
affixing attachment I @kentcant I H/C I where peter didn’t come back to remind you what you’d lost, and you confront him for leaving you abandoned too (aka you’re MJ, and you end up remembering him… sorta)
no strings webs attached I @mypoisonedvine I S I you've been hooking up with peter for a few months, letting him use you and never asking for more. but after he goes through some... changes, you end up getting more after all; unfortunately, it might be more than you can handle.
a journalist’s (lack of) integrity I @80sfilmclub I F I desperate to make it ahead (and establish yourself as an actual journalist) at the daily bugle, you tell your boss that you scored an exclusive interview with spider-man when you definitely did not. while you scramble to make good on your lie, peter parker hears your plight.
the kindness of a stranger I @webslinger-holland I F I After a night of one too many drinks, the reader finds herself vulnerable and alone on a Brooklyn street corner. Her night takes an unexpected turn as New York's own Spider-Man swoops in to save her and get her home safely.
sue me, i wanna be wanted I @rosesaints I F + S I it's been a long time coming and you want nothing more than to jump peter parker's bones
neighborly I @filmjules I S
sensory overload I @anon-188 I A + S I peter’s senses are spiraling out of control, and after an especially rough night, he decides staying away from you is the safest thing he can do. you, however, disagree.
gif @/zendadya I paper dividers @/dividers4u I notebook spiral and color dividers @/me
Synopsis: Draco punishes you for giving your attention elsewhere.
warnings! smut established relationship explicit sexual context oral sex(giving) hair pulling (receiving) harsh dom
You felt his eyes on you long before he moved.
Blaise had only asked about the essay. You answered. He made a dry joke. You laughed unguarded, and your fingers brushed his sleeve. Nothing. Harmless.
Draco stood across the Slytherin common room with a glass of whisky halfway to his lips. The second your laugh reached him, the glass stopped moving. His grey eyes locked onto you and didn’t blink. Cold. Possessive. The kind of look that always made your stomach drop. Fuck.
When Blaise finally left, Draco didn’t call you. He simply set the glass down and walked toward the stairs that led to his private rooms. He didn’t look back.
You followed like you were being pulled by a string only he could see. Your hands were already shaking. You needed him to put you back in your place before the rest of the world started to feel too loud again.
The door shut. The lock clicked.
He didn’t touch you at first. He leaned against the door, arms folded, looking you up and down like something he’d bought and already regretted.
“You gave him so much attention.”
“It was nothing Draco I promise”
“You touched him.” His voice was soft. Dangerous. “You let him make you smile. You looked happy with someone who isn’t me.”
Your throat tightened. Heat pooled low in your belly, but it was more than arousal now. It was the sharp, familiar panic of having disappointed him. Of having drifted even an inch outside the only place that made sense.
“Take everything off. Fold it. Put it on the chair. Then kneel in the middle of the room and wait.”
You obeyed. Everything folded neatly. You sank to your knees on the thick rug, hands on your thighs, eyes lowered. The silence stretched. Your skin felt too tight. You fidget with your hands. Your thoughts were already starting to fray at the edges without his hands on you, without his voice telling you what you were.
He took his time. Poured another drink. Sat in the armchair opposite you and just watched. Minutes passed. You needed him to take you apart so he could put you back together again.
“Draco I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean-“
“Look at me.”
You raised your eyes from your hands. The second they met his, something in your chest loosened and tightened at the same time.
“You’re dripping on my rug already,” he observed, almost bored. “Being punished makes you wet. Being owned makes you wet. Being treated like a cheap little slut who forgot her place makes you soaked. Doesn’t it?”
“…no, I just.”
He stood, crossed to you, and fisted your hair, forcing your head back until your neck strained. The sharp sting grounded you instantly. You exhaled like you’d been holding your breath for hours.
“You’re going to spend the next hour remembering exactly who you belong to. You’re not going to come until I decide you’ve earned it. And every time you get close, I’m going to take it away. Understand?”
“Draco. Please. Don’t be mad.”
His gaze softened just the slightest before he opened his trousers and fed his cock into your mouth without another word. Thick, heavy, sliding over your tongue and straight into your throat. His hand stayed locked in your hair as he fucked your face in long, deliberate strokes.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered. “I want you looking at me while you choke on it. The second you look away, I stop. And if I stop, you stay empty. You stay broken. Is that what you want?”
You forced your watering eyes up to his. He held you there until your vision spotted, then pulled back just enough for you to drag in air before shoving in again. You were moaning around him, thighs shifting restlessly, already so turned on it hurt, but more than that, you were clinging to the grey of his eyes like they were the only solid thing left in the world.
When he finally dragged you off, a thick string of spit connected your swollen lips to the head of his cock. He wiped it across your cheek with his thumb.
“Pretty. Get on the bed.”
You nod sitting up and sitting down softly. The moment you were in position he climbed between your thighs, still fully dressed, and shoved two fingers into you without preamble. You were so wet the sound was obscene.
He laughed under his breath.
“Desperate girl . You’re not just enjoying this, are you? You need it. You need me to hurt you a little so you can feel whole again.”
“No-”
He curled his fingers and rubbed hard against that spot that made your hips jerk. “Eyes on me. Don’t you dare close them. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. I’m the only one who keeps you together when you start to come apart.”
You locked your gaze on his. He kept you there for a long time, fingering you right to the edge, then stopping the second your thighs started to shake. Again. And again. Every time your eyes fluttered shut from the intensity he pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you empty and gasping.
“Look at me or I stop. And if I stop, you stay like this, raw and unfinished and floating. You don’t want that. You need me to finish what I started.”
You forced your eyes open, vision blurred with tears and need. The moment your gaze met his again he shoved his fingers back in and continued the cruel, perfect pressure.
You were already shaking, overstimulated from the constant edge, cunt clenching greedily around his fingers. Your thoughts were starting to dissolve. The only clear thing left was him.
“Greedy,” he muttered. “Always so fucking greedy for it doll . Always so desperate for me to put you back in your place.”
He stripped out of his clothes with efficient movements and settled between your legs. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt. You cried out. He didn’t give you time to adjust. He fucked you in deep, punishing strokes, hips snapping against yours, one hand pinning both of your wrists above your head, the other wrapped loosely around your throat.
“Eyes on me,” he said, voice low and rough. “You look away, I stop. You close them, I stop. You want me to keep you from falling apart completely, you keep those pretty eyes right here.”
You tried. God, you tried. But every deep thrust dragged over the spot that made your vision white out. Your eyes kept wanting to roll back, to squeeze shut against the overwhelming pleasure. The second they slipped he slowed to a near stop, just the head of his cock resting inside you, denying you everything.
“Draco I cant” you barley babble out.
“Then try harder doll.”
You forced your gaze back to his, trembling, a broken sound leaving your throat. Only then did he slam back in and resume the brutal pace.
He kept doing it. Every time the overstimulation made your eyes flutter or your head tip back he stopped completely, pulling out, leaving you empty and aching, until you managed to lock eyes with him again. Your cunt was throbbing, so sensitive every thrust felt like too much and not enough at the same time. Tears streamed down your temples into your hair. You were sobbing, begging, hips rolling helplessly.
“Please, I cant, it’s too much, don’t leave me like this. Please Draco.”
“You can pretty girl. You’re going to look at me while I ruin this cunt for anyone else. You’re going to watch me while I punish you for smiling at someone who isn’t me. I’m the only one who gets to break you. I’m the only one who gets to put you back together after.”
He flipped you onto your side, hooked one of your legs over his arm, and drove back in at an angle that made stars burst behind your eyes. His free hand gripped your jaw, forcing your face toward him.
“Eyes open. On me. Or I stop and leave you like this, empty, dripping, and half-gone. You don’t want that. You need me. Say it.”
“I need you, please, I need you.” You can’t meet his eyes anymore lost in the feeling.
“I’ll give in just this once pretty girl .”
You were so overstimulated the pleasure bordered on pain. Every thrust sent sharp, electric sparks through your clit and deep into your belly. Without the pressure of his cock, without the weight of his stare, you felt like you were going to float away completely. He was the only anchor left.
“Good girl,” he murmured, but there was nothing soft about the way he fucked you. “Keep looking while you take it. Keep looking while I use what’s mine. You’re nothing without this. Without me. And you fucking love it.”
He kept you hovering right on the edge for what felt like forever, punishing every slip of your gaze with complete denial. You were shaking so hard you could barely hold the position, cunt fluttering helplessly around him, so sensitive that even the air felt like too much. Your mind had gone quiet except for him. His voice. His eyes. The brutal, perfect way he was taking you apart.
Only when you were a trembling, tear-streaked mess who could barely form words did he finally give in.
“I want to watch you fall apart for me. I’m the only one who gets to see it. I’m the only one who can put you back together after.”
The orgasm ripped through you so hard your whole body seized. You forced your eyes to stay open and locked on his as the pleasure crashed over you in relentless waves, cunt clenching around him in helpless, pulsing spasms.
The eye contact made it almost unbearable , watching the cold satisfaction in his face while you came apart completely for him. For a few endless seconds there was nothing left of you except the places he was touching and the grey of his eyes holding you in place.
He fucked you through it without slowing, chasing his own release, and when he finally came it was with a low, vicious groan, buried as deep as he could go, flooding you while still holding your gaze.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, grey eyes still locked on yours. Then he slowly pulled out and watched his cum leak from your used, swollen cunt.
“You’re so good. Pretty girl you’re so fucking good.”
You felt hollowed out and full at the same time. Raw. Owned. Safe in the only way that made sense anymore.
Only then did he gather you against his chest, one possessive hand sliding down to cup your sore, dripping cunt like he was checking his property. His other hand stroked slowly through your hair.
“Mine,” he murmured against your temple. “Next time you think about smiling at someone else, remember how close you came to falling apart without me. Remember that I’m the only one who can take you this far and still hold you together after. You’re nothing without this. Without me. And you know it.”
You were still trembling, oversensitive, thoroughly punished, and already curling tighter against him like he was the only solid thing left in the world. Because he was.
“I love you”
♡ author’s note
he’s jealous. unfortunately, he’s also Draco Malfoy. had so much funnn writing this.
synopsis: lots of fluffy head canons including you, his children, and his past trauma.
No spice!! Just tooth rotting fluff!
grown-up Harry Potter headcanons ♡
GrownupHarry! who loves ordinary mornings. He’ll sit at the kitchen table with messy hair, glasses slipping down his nose, drinking tea while his kids argue over breakfast. Sometimes he just watches them and smiles because there was a time when he never thought he’d get something this normal.
GrownupHarry! doesn’t always realize when a memory is coming. Sometimes he’ll be talking normally and suddenly lose his train of thought, staring at something across the room like he’s forgotten where he is. Sometimes a memory catches him completely off guard at dinner. Harry will suddenly go still, grip the back of his chair, and lean against it while he waits for the feeling to pass. When the kids were little, it scared them. They’d look at each other before quietly asking, “Dad?”
GrownupHarry! hates that his children have ever been scared because of something happening inside his own head. The second he comes back to himself, he’ll crouch down beside them and reassure them that they didn’t do anything wrong and that he’s safe. Eventually, his kids learn that when Dad gets quiet like that, they don’t need to panic. They can just sit nearby. The littlest sometimes quietly holds his hand, and Harry squeezes it once to let them know he knows they’re there.
Sometimes you notice before anyone else. Harry will be listening to you talk, but his fingers have started tapping against his mug in the exact same rhythm they do when he’s overwhelmed. You don’t interrupt him. You just slide your hand across the table until he takes it.
GrownupHarry! occasionally wakes up convinced he’s still som ewhere else. He’ll sit bolt upright, breathing hard, and stare around the bedroom before recognizing the familiar curtains, the bedside table, your belongings. Sometimes he whispers, “Home,” almost like he’s reminding himself. There are nights when he doesn’t want to talk about what happened. So you don’t make him. You simply sit beside him until the tension leaves his shoulders.
GrownupHarry! Who sometimes goes completely silent when he hears something that reminds him of his childhood. A cupboard door slamming. Someone shouting from another room. A particular smell. He knows he’s an adult, knows he’s safe, but his body doesn’t always understand that immediately. Once, one of the kids accidentally slammed a door particularly hard. Harry flinched so sharply that everyone went quiet. He immediately apologized for startling them, even though he was the one who had been startled. You hate when he apologizes for things that aren’t his fault.
GrownupHarry! Sometimes comes home after a difficult day and doesn’t say anything. He’ll put his things down, sit on the couch, and stare at the floor. You know better than to bombard him with questions. You sit beside him, and eventually he’ll lean against your shoulder.
GrownupHarry! smokes when his trauma gets particularly bad, mostly because it’s an old unhealthy coping mechanism he picked up as an adult. You sometimes sit outside with him asking him to pass one over and by the end of the night you’ll be kissing or laughing together.
GrownupHarry! sometimes needs physical reminders that he’s present. Your hand in his. His feet against the floor. The sound of the kettle. His children’s voices from upstairs.
GrownupHarry! Sometimes gets overwhelmed at family gatherings. You’ll find him in one of the kid’s rooms sitting on the bed. “You what me to stay?” You ask. He nods tracing a thumb on your cheek.
GrownupHarry! hates feeling like a burden. He’d rather struggle silently than make someone else worry about him. Unfortunately for him, you know him too well.
There are nights when you wake up and realize Harry is sitting against the headboard, staring into the darkness. He doesn’t want to wake you, so he’s just waiting for the feeling to pass. When you sit beside him, he quietly says, “Go back to sleep.” You don’t. He eventually leans in and kisses you softly
Sometimes his children notice little things too. His oldest once found Harry sitting alone in the kitchen after a nightmare and quietly brought him a glass of water without asking questions. Harry nearly cried. Not because he was still afraid, but because his child had learned how to care for him.
GrownupHarry! is incredibly careful about never making his children feel responsible for his emotions. If they ask whether he’s okay, he’ll tell them the truth without making them feel like they need to fix him. “I’m having a difficult moment. But I’m okay, and it’s not your job to make it better.” That’s something he learned the hard way.
GrownupHarry! is ridiculously soft with sleepy children. If one of them wanders downstairs at midnight because they had a nightmare, he doesn’t even question it. He just opens his arms and lets them climb onto the couch beside him.
GrownupHarry! keeps every drawing his children have ever made for him. Every single one. Even the ones that are basically just colored scribbles.
GrownupHarry!has a little box of sentimental things hidden in a drawer. Old photographs, birthday cards, tiny notes, random little objects his family has given him. He doesn’t look through it often, but when he does, he gets ridiculously emotional.
GrownupHarry! loves when you fix his glasses for him. It’s such a tiny gesture, but it makes him feel cared for.
GrownupHarry! still gets embarrassed when you tell him you’re proud of him. Being called a hero doesn’t mean nearly as much to him as hearing you say, “I’m proud of the man you’ve become.”
GrownupHarry! absolutely falls asleep during family movie nights. His kids complain that he’s missing the movie while simultaneously fighting over who gets to use his shoulder as a pillow.
GrownupHarry! always wakes up if one of his kids cries. Doesn’t matter how deeply he’s sleeping. The second he hears them, he’s awake.
GrownupHarry! has a habit of checking that everyone is home before he can properly relax. Once he hears the front door and realizes everyone is safe, his shoulders finally drop.
GrownupHarry! doesn’t like goodbyes. Even completely normal ones. He’ll stand at the door watching his family leave and won’t turn around until they’re out of sight.
GrownupHarry! is absolutely the dad who insists on taking pictures before every first day of school. His kids complain every single year. He takes the pictures anyway.
GrownupHarry! loves hearing his children laugh from another room. Sometimes he’ll stop whatever he’s doing just to listen for a moment.
If one of his kids falls asleep against him, Harry becomes completely immobile. His arm could go numb and he still wouldn’t move because, “I don’t want to wake them.”
GrownupHarry! gives forehead kisses constantly. It’s almost unconscious at this point.
GrownupHarry! remembers what it was like when quiet meant being alone. Now quiet means everyone he loves is asleep upstairs.
author’s note ♡
I’ve been wanting to write some grown-up Harry headcanons for a while, so I finally did 😭 I wanted these to be a mix of domestic fluff, his relationship with you, and some of the trauma he’d realistically still carry as an adult.
Some are lighter, some are a little heavier, but I really wanted to show both sides of him. I hope you enjoy ♡ 🥹
synopsis: lots of fluffy head canons including you, his children, and his past trauma.
No spice!! Just tooth rotting fluff!
grown-up Harry Potter headcanons ♡
GrownupHarry! who loves ordinary mornings. He’ll sit at the kitchen table with messy hair, glasses slipping down his nose, drinking tea while his kids argue over breakfast. Sometimes he just watches them and smiles because there was a time when he never thought he’d get something this normal.
GrownupHarry! doesn’t always realize when a memory is coming. Sometimes he’ll be talking normally and suddenly lose his train of thought, staring at something across the room like he’s forgotten where he is. Sometimes a memory catches him completely off guard at dinner. Harry will suddenly go still, grip the back of his chair, and lean against it while he waits for the feeling to pass. When the kids were little, it scared them. They’d look at each other before quietly asking, “Dad?”
GrownupHarry! hates that his children have ever been scared because of something happening inside his own head. The second he comes back to himself, he’ll crouch down beside them and reassure them that they didn’t do anything wrong and that he’s safe. Eventually, his kids learn that when Dad gets quiet like that, they don’t need to panic. They can just sit nearby. The littlest sometimes quietly holds his hand, and Harry squeezes it once to let them know he knows they’re there.
Sometimes you notice before anyone else. Harry will be listening to you talk, but his fingers have started tapping against his mug in the exact same rhythm they do when he’s overwhelmed. You don’t interrupt him. You just slide your hand across the table until he takes it.
GrownupHarry! occasionally wakes up convinced he’s still som ewhere else. He’ll sit bolt upright, breathing hard, and stare around the bedroom before recognizing the familiar curtains, the bedside table, your belongings. Sometimes he whispers, “Home,” almost like he’s reminding himself. There are nights when he doesn’t want to talk about what happened. So you don’t make him. You simply sit beside him until the tension leaves his shoulders.
GrownupHarry! Who sometimes goes completely silent when he hears something that reminds him of his childhood. A cupboard door slamming. Someone shouting from another room. A particular smell. He knows he’s an adult, knows he’s safe, but his body doesn’t always understand that immediately. Once, one of the kids accidentally slammed a door particularly hard. Harry flinched so sharply that everyone went quiet. He immediately apologized for startling them, even though he was the one who had been startled. You hate when he apologizes for things that aren’t his fault.
GrownupHarry! Sometimes comes home after a difficult day and doesn’t say anything. He’ll put his things down, sit on the couch, and stare at the floor. You know better than to bombard him with questions. You sit beside him, and eventually he’ll lean against your shoulder.
GrownupHarry! smokes when his trauma gets particularly bad, mostly because it’s an old unhealthy coping mechanism he picked up as an adult. You sometimes sit outside with him asking him to pass one over and by the end of the night you’ll be kissing or laughing together.
GrownupHarry! sometimes needs physical reminders that he’s present. Your hand in his. His feet against the floor. The sound of the kettle. His children’s voices from upstairs.
GrownupHarry! Sometimes gets overwhelmed at family gatherings. You’ll find him in one of the kid’s rooms sitting on the bed. “You what me to stay?” You ask. He nods tracing a thumb on your cheek.
GrownupHarry! hates feeling like a burden. He’d rather struggle silently than make someone else worry about him. Unfortunately for him, you know him too well.
There are nights when you wake up and realize Harry is sitting against the headboard, staring into the darkness. He doesn’t want to wake you, so he’s just waiting for the feeling to pass. When you sit beside him, he quietly says, “Go back to sleep.” You don’t. He eventually leans in and kisses you softly
Sometimes his children notice little things too. His oldest once found Harry sitting alone in the kitchen after a nightmare and quietly brought him a glass of water without asking questions. Harry nearly cried. Not because he was still afraid, but because his child had learned how to care for him.
GrownupHarry! is incredibly careful about never making his children feel responsible for his emotions. If they ask whether he’s okay, he’ll tell them the truth without making them feel like they need to fix him. “I’m having a difficult moment. But I’m okay, and it’s not your job to make it better.” That’s something he learned the hard way.
GrownupHarry! is ridiculously soft with sleepy children. If one of them wanders downstairs at midnight because they had a nightmare, he doesn’t even question it. He just opens his arms and lets them climb onto the couch beside him.
GrownupHarry! keeps every drawing his children have ever made for him. Every single one. Even the ones that are basically just colored scribbles.
GrownupHarry!has a little box of sentimental things hidden in a drawer. Old photographs, birthday cards, tiny notes, random little objects his family has given him. He doesn’t look through it often, but when he does, he gets ridiculously emotional.
GrownupHarry! loves when you fix his glasses for him. It’s such a tiny gesture, but it makes him feel cared for.
GrownupHarry! still gets embarrassed when you tell him you’re proud of him. Being called a hero doesn’t mean nearly as much to him as hearing you say, “I’m proud of the man you’ve become.”
GrownupHarry! absolutely falls asleep during family movie nights. His kids complain that he’s missing the movie while simultaneously fighting over who gets to use his shoulder as a pillow.
GrownupHarry! always wakes up if one of his kids cries. Doesn’t matter how deeply he’s sleeping. The second he hears them, he’s awake.
GrownupHarry! has a habit of checking that everyone is home before he can properly relax. Once he hears the front door and realizes everyone is safe, his shoulders finally drop.
GrownupHarry! doesn’t like goodbyes. Even completely normal ones. He’ll stand at the door watching his family leave and won’t turn around until they’re out of sight.
GrownupHarry! is absolutely the dad who insists on taking pictures before every first day of school. His kids complain every single year. He takes the pictures anyway.
GrownupHarry! loves hearing his children laugh from another room. Sometimes he’ll stop whatever he’s doing just to listen for a moment.
If one of his kids falls asleep against him, Harry becomes completely immobile. His arm could go numb and he still wouldn’t move because, “I don’t want to wake them.”
GrownupHarry! gives forehead kisses constantly. It’s almost unconscious at this point.
GrownupHarry! remembers what it was like when quiet meant being alone. Now quiet means everyone he loves is asleep upstairs.
author’s note ♡
I’ve been wanting to write some grown-up Harry headcanons for a while, so I finally did 😭 I wanted these to be a mix of domestic fluff, his relationship with you, and some of the trauma he’d realistically still carry as an adult.
Some are lighter, some are a little heavier, but I really wanted to show both sides of him. I hope you enjoy ♡ 🥹
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SUMMARY: flirting with your guests is a regular on your youtube show… but flirting with SPIDER-MAN hits different, especially ‘cause he flirts right back!
ⓘ CONTENT WARNINGS: flirting, teasing -> confident fem! reader ノ dialogue heavy ノ back-and-forth banter ノ heavyyyy fluff ノ couple of uses of y/n!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: wow, me not posting smut for once— fluff will appear on this page every once and a while. my guilty pleasure watch is “chicken shop date” and love the idea of spider-man flirting heavyyyy. god, i can’t wait for brand new day! btw, i don’t own chicken shop, that shit belongs to amelia diloldenberg, only using the idea!
NEW NOTIFICATION!
CHICKEN SHOP DATE with y/n l/n has uploaded a new video: SPIDER-MAN | CHICKEN SHOP DATE #214
(2 hours ago…)
it took about two years to finally get the man on your show… but finally, someone from spider-man’s personal life finally listened to you and got him on your youtube series.
peter? loved your show. he loves the guests and the style of the show and your laid back personality compared to the other shows on youtube. he always found late night shows too… forced, other people had weird questions, but yours? yours was perfect
the only issue? they asked for… him. so now, here he was, dressed in his spider-man suit, mask halfway pushed up to reveal his mouth and a part of his jawline, and a camera on him… steaming hot chicken and fries sitting in front of him.
and here you were; internally freaking out that you were really interviewing him, the fucking king of new york himself. spider-man. fucking spider-man. the wall crawler!
the restaurant atmosphere wasn’t tense or quiet but rather warm and nervous. maybe it’s cause you’re interviewing world famous superhero, possibly. but even spider-man across the table was nervous as he tasted the food.
but then, spider-man speaks the first words of the video. “you know… this is really good chicken.”
“thanks, we try to make the chicken at least some what edible… like me.” you reply to him, taking a bite of your own food; it’s pretty good, you will agree with him like that.
immediately, peter could feel his heart do a little flip thing that he’s felt before… but never to this extent. he doesn’t let it show though, he knows he can’t be too confident on this show— just be friendly, flirt back, and don’t overshare too much. “well it’s good cause i’m hungry. i didn’t eat before coming.”
you lean back in your chair, pointing to him. “so how do you work out? considering you’re a… human spider after all.”
he chuckles lightly, covering his mouth with the top of his hand before speaking, pointing to his own body. “the spider-like qualities don’t really… stick in terms of… appetite and stuff like that.”
“oh? it doesn’t.”
“no, luckily i’ve gotten good at maintaining sweat and all that jazz.”
[video cuts to an outside shot of the shop; nighttime with the moon bright and the lights of the chicken shop lit brightly; Y/N’S CHICKEN. ON 45TH STREET]
peter takes another bite of the chicken as he swirls the straw around in his chosen drink. “you know… we’ve probably met before.”
“oh yeah?” you challenge. “you think as spider-man we’ve met or as your secret alias thing?”
he shrugs as he scratches his left cheek with his fingers. “i mean, probably as both… sorry if i didn’t remember you if i did save you once; i save a lot of people.”
you put your chin on your hand as you completely ignore his defense. “you have been avoiding me”
“have i?” he asks, tilting his head.
you nodded. “yeah, been trying to get you on this show for two years up to this point… seems like my calls to your manager didn’t reach you.”
he nods his head even if he doesn’t agree with your sentiment. “i don’t have a manager darling, it’s just me… who the hell would you have called in the first place?”
“i tried the daily bugle but they hung up on me, i think i was talking to jameson himself."
“yeah… he doesn’t really… fancy me all too much.”
putting a chicken strip into your mouth, you chew on it before putting your knuckles to your mouth, swallowing it as you respond. “oh that’s so unfortunate.”
peter points his french-fry holding fingers at you in agreement. “that’s what i tell them because i don’t do anything wrong and yet they have an issue!”
“i mean, what did you do to them?” you question, a teasing tone to your words.
peter shrugs. “i don’t know.”
“did you like, fuck jameson’s wife? flirt with his daughter in front of him?” you ask, adding possible solutions to j.jonah jameson’s undying hatred for the wallcrawler.
“not that i know of.” he answers, sipping from his straw. “spider-man doesn’t usually do the hit it and quit it stuff so i know i didn’t do anything to him personally.”
you crack a smile at his words. “so spider-man doesn’t fuck a civillian he saves if they ask hard enough?”
he shakes his head. “nope… not trying to have a son or daughter running ‘round and it uh… reveals my secret identity because of dna and everything… plus, not trying to give my powers away.”
“selfish.”
“reasonable.”
[video cuts to a woman’s arm, your arm, putting the fries from the deep-fry basket onto the tray, ready to serve to the next customer]
you eat a couple of fries before steering the conversation somewhere else. “so we all know new york is the weirdest of weird places… what’s the weirdest thing you’ve interrupted while swinging?”
spider-man chuckles behind his glass. “uhhhh… basically, i accidentally landed… right in between a proposing couple on one of those garden rooftops.”
“was there like a serial killer on the roof? what happened?” you ask.
“uh… the ring rolled off the roof and the guy nearly fell trying to catch it.” he explains, rubbing the back of his head as he chews on a fry, taking the time to scratch the back of his neck as well. “they still got engaged.”
“did you go to the wedding?”
“no, wasn’t on the guest list.”
you click your tongue. “you know; i would invite you to my wedding.”
he smiles bold. “oh really? you think i could look good in a suit?”
“you’d be invited as the groom and not a guest.” your tone deadpan despite the smile on your lips.
peter nods in understanding— he tries to hide his blush at flirty words. “ohhhhh.”
[video cuts to a close up on the chicken’s shop menu… damn, in this economy, it’s surprising to see a 4 chicken tender and fry combo for seven dollars. the sound of the kitchen can be heard in the background.]
peter fixes his mask to make sure it doesn’t reveal too much before he speaks again. “i noticed that the colors of the show’s logo match my suit.”
you look up, smiling as you eat another piece of chicken. “oh yeah?” you cover your mouth to swallow before finishing your sentence. “you like it?”
“it’s an honor, sweetheart.”
[video cuts to the grill inside the kitchen, two pieces of texas toast sitting butter side down]
“is it true that all superheroes are fuckboys and fuckgirls?” you ask.
peter looks up at you, eyes of the mask widening before shortly going back to regular position, waving his hand is dismay. “nah, most of us are professional. i know the human torch and hawkeye and that knobhead from bludhaven, what’s his name?”
“nightwing?” you finish his question, remembering that black hair bird gymnast sitting across from you.
he snaps his finger. “yeah, that kid… bro, he gives us a bad rep ‘cause he’s always flirting with his fans… it’s like totally crazy the type of stuff he pulls with ‘em.”
“so you, spider-man, don’t flirt with your own fans?” you question him, raising a brow as you lean forward on the table.
the webslinger shakes his head. “nope. not trying to have my name trending for flirting.”
“well i’m a fan and you’re flirting with me right now…”
“if you wanna spin it like that.”
[video cuts to the soda station in the shop; all sodas are available except mountain dew. a sticky-note is placed at the bottom of the dispensary, reading very simply; out of order.]
“i’ve asked people out a lot.” you begin, swinging around the half-eaten chicken strip in your fingers. “and have gotten no’s back.”
peter interrupts with a smile, pointing to the ceiling of the restaurant. “in this way or like… in a real way?”
“no… no…” you begin, tilting his head at the accusation that this restaurant is not a real way. how dare he. “well, this is real, but…”
then, spider-man busts out into a fit of laughter— serious, unbridled laughter. you just made spider-man laugh and there’s something good about that. there’s something sweet about having that power over someone so much more powerful.
“stop laughing damn it!” you say, reaching over and smacking the back of his shoulder, which only makes him laugh. “this is a serious issue!”
“oh i know it is, y/n, that’s why i’m laughing!” he tries to explain in between laughs, finally leaning back in his chair.
you look at him dumbfounded, but a smile doesn’t stop from appearing on your lips. “you think you’re so fucking funny.”
“i think you’re funny, darling.”
[video cuts to a still shot of the outside deal; free desert with a purchase over $10, and in this restaurant? that’s pretty easy to get… so obviously, free cakes and free brownies were flying all over that damn restaurant]
“are you seeing anyone?” you ask him, stealing one of his fries.
he shakes his head as he does the same to you; stealing a much bigger fry than you stole. “not right now, it’s kinda hard to date with the whole… superhero stuff. why? you seeing if you have a chance?”
“maybe, why does that matter?” you press him, leaning back and crossing your arms.
he mirrors your action; key sign of someone liking you, mirroring your actions. “just asking. it’s hard to try to be on a date and suddenly an idiot is trying to rob a bank down fifth avenue.” he explains, motioning with his hand.
you nod along. “are you feeling any danger around us?”
he puts his fingers on his chin; surprisingly? his spidey-sense haven’t gone off… maybe this is a sign. “nope, for once, my little inside radar ain’t going off.”
and you almost read his mind perfect. “aye, it’s a sign we are made for each other.”
“can you handle heights?” he asks.
you shrug. “possibly, why you asking?” you question.
peter sticks his tongue to the inside of his cheek, visible to the screen as he scratches the back of his neck, a blush clear on his cheeks. “maybe after this, i can show you what a little web slinging with spidey is like.”
[video cuts to an empty version of the chicken shop; the red and white tables nice and pretty, the lights vibrant inside the restaurant, in the background has two workers behind the cash register.]
“so… as we wrap up our date… speak now or forever hold your truth, they say.” you offer him before sipping on your drink.
peter thinks for a minute before grinning bright. “eh, you have my number, this won’t be our last date.”
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user431 (2 hours ago)
i have never seen two ppl flirt so hard before and go absolutely no where | 34K likes
user01 (2 hours ago)
HE WAS BEATING HER AT HER OWN GAME AND I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT | 12K likes
╰ user43: she wasn’t trying to stop it either
╰ user04: when he asked her to go web-slinging 🫦
user69 (2 hours ago)
would pay exponential amounts of money to see an uncut version of this | 128K likes
user420 (2 hours ago)
the random nightwing stray???? 😭😭😭 | 44K likes
╰ user55: bro is FUMING
╰ user67: he’s impregnating one of his fans just to make spidey more mad at the fact that he’s giving them a bad rep
╰ user58: and i’m the baby mama!
╰ user06: sorry! the baby mama is actually me!
╰ user88: i need to see them interact!
╰ user77: i fear spidey is putting him through the wall
johnnystorm (2 hours ago)
this motherfucker has no game istg | 404K likes
╰ mattthelawyer: how does he have the bucket right in front of him and yet still not score???
╰ johnnystorm: dawg idk, this is baddd
╰ user100: how tf is matt the blind lawyer typing if he can’t see shit?
╰ user44: user100 never heard of asking siri to read the comment out loud
user667 (2 hours ago)
their sex tape would go crazy | 69K likes
user111 (2 hours ago)
watching this after being broken up with was NOT a good idea lmaooooo | 101K likes
ironfistyoass (2 hours ago)
and i thought i was bad at realizing flirting attempts | 91K likes
╰ user789: it’s not even that he’s bad at flirting, it’s just that neither of them will fucking admit shit 😭
peterbparker (2 hours ago)
loved this one y/n, great interview! | 1K likes
╰ user123: jolly aah mf
╰ user457: basic ass comment
╰ user843: ur that mf from the daily bugle, u know spider-man, get this motherfucker on game or tell him to pass the controller!
╰ peterbparker: you think I know spidey personally?
╰ user843: yes. get on it.
user674 (2 hours ago)
i love how he says he doesn’t want to be on trending for flirting with fans and yet he’s been #1 trending for 2 hours bc of this interview 😭😭 | 690K likes
user999 (2 hours ago)
imagine if they become the next rpf final boss like superman and lois lane | 55K likes
╰ user885: their sex tape didn’t leak, this couple’s will atp
╰ user798: still can’t believe they actually became a thing
╰ user321: loved how they went from denying their relationship every single time they were seen out together. the amount of times “i’m just interviewing him” was said is insaneee
╰ user541: everyone remembers that casino video leaking of batman, wonder woman, green lantern, and the flash putting bets of them ‘cause even they were shipping them!
╰ user999: everyone was there for the sky photos
╰ user561: when they got photographed fucking on the daily planet logo 😭😭😭
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synopsis: Harry gets you back after you hint at him to shut up.
warning! Smut!
The Great Hall was loud in the way it always was at the start of term. Hundreds of voices overlapping, plates clinking, the occasional burst of laughter from the Hufflepuff table. Candles floated overhead having nowhere better to be.
You sat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table. He had been talking for a while now about his new Care of Magical Creatures textbook. Something about revised classifications and Ministry interference and a man who was apparently about to lose his job over a loophole involving nifflers.
You were only half listening. Your eyes kept drifting to the way his hands moved when he got excited. The way he pushed his glasses up every few sentences only for them to slide down again.
“And then the Ministry completely misunderstood the whole section on classification,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “It’s actually really interesting if you think about it. The loopholes alone-”
“Yeah,” you murmured, reaching for your goblet. “I’ll think about it.”
Harry kept going. “They really want this bloke fired. You can tell by the way they worded the regulations. It’s
almost personal.”
“Harry.”
He paused mid-sentence and looked at you. “Yes, baby?”
“You need to eat. You haven’t touched anything.”
He grabbed a biscuit, shoved the whole thing in his mouth, and grinned around it like that solved the problem. Crumbs stuck to his bottom lip. He swallowed and immediately opened his mouth to keep talking.
You reached over and put two fingers against his lips.
“Chew first.”
His eyes stayed on yours while he finished the biscuit. When you dropped your hand he caught it under the table instead of letting go. His fingers laced with yours for a second, then slid higher, settling on your thigh just under the edge of your skirt.
You raised an eyebrow at him.
Harry’s voice dropped a little. “I am eating. See?” He reached for another biscuit with his free hand and took a slower bite this time, still watching you.
His palm stayed warm against your leg. His thumb started moving in small, idle circles, higher each time, brushing the soft skin of your inner thigh.
You shifted in your seat.
“Anyway,” he continued, louder for anyone who might be listening, “the new chapter on grindylows is completely rewritten. They finally admitted the old binding spells were useless.”
Under the table his hand crept higher. Fingers tracing the edge of your panties now, light enough that no one looking at the two of you would notice a thing. You were still facing forward, still nodding like you were following every word about grindylows. You weren’t.
“Harry,” you said under your breath.
“I’m just making a point,” he murmured back, still pretending to study the bread basket. His fingertip slipped under the fabric and stroked once, slow, right where you were already starting to get warm.
You pressed your lips together and reached for your drink again to hide the way your breath caught.
Harry kept talking about the textbook like nothing was happening. Something about Ministry oversight and proper classification. Meanwhile his finger traced lazy patterns against you, dipping lower, pressing just enough to make your thighs tense.
You dropped your hand under the table and found the front of his trousers. He was already half hard. The second you pressed your palm against him his voice stuttered for half a second before he recovered. Ha got him.
“And the footnotes alone are longer than the actual chapter,” he finished, a little rougher than before.
You rubbed him slowly through the fabric. He exhaled through his nose and spread his knees wider under the table.
His fingers pushed fully under your panties and slid into you without much warning. Two of them, curling right away. A loud sound slipped out of you before you could stop it. Harry’s eyes flicked sideways.
“Quiet,” he whispered, amused,“Unless you want the whole table knowing what my hand’s doing right now.”
You bit your lip. He added a third finger and rubbed your clit with his thumb in slow, teasing circles. Another small moan escaped anyway. He pressed closer like he was telling you something about the book.
“You’re already this worked up? We’ve barely started. Look at you, trying not to make a sound while I’m fingering you under the table in front of everyone.”
You stroked him harder through his trousers. He hissed quietly through his teeth.
It was getting too much. Your hips kept twitching. Another moan threatened and you stood up abruptly before it could get out.
Harry blinked up at you, fingers still inside you for half a second longer before he pulled them free.
“Come with me,” you said, voice low and a bit shaky.
He didn’t ask questions. He just stood, adjusted his robes quickly, and followed when you walked out of the Great Hall.
You didn’t go far. The corridor outside was mostly empty. You grabbed his wrist, pulled him down a side passage, and shoved open the first unlocked door you found. A broom closet. Narrow, dark, smelling of dust and polish.
The second the door shut behind you Harry had you backed against it.
His mouth was on yours hard, hands already under your skirt again, yanking your knickers down your thighs. You got his trousers open just as fast. He was fully hard now, hot against your palm.
“Here?” he asked against your mouth, already lifting one of your legs.
“Yes. Hurry up.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He hooked your leg around his hip, lined himself up, and pushed into you in one steady thrust. You moaned louder than you meant to. The sound bounced off the close walls.
Harry’s hand came up immediately, covering your mouth.
“Shh. You have to be quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?”
You nodded against his palm. He started moving, short deep strokes because there wasn’t much room. Every time he bottomed out a moan tried to escape and he pressed his hand firmer.
“That’s it,” he murmured close to your ear, voice low and rough. “Take it. You’ve been teasing me under that table for ages, getting so wet on my fingers. Now you’re going to stay quiet while I fuck you in this closet like we can’t wait.”
You whimpered against his hand. He kept talking, steady and filthy, while his hips worked.
“Feel how hard you made me? All through dinner, sitting there pretending to care about grindylows while you were soaking my hand. You love this, don’t you? Risking getting caught just so I can be inside you.”
His other hand slid between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched his thrusts. Another moan slipped out, muffled by his palm. He groaned quietly at the sound.
“Good girl. Let me hear you a little, just not too loud. I want to know exactly how good it feels when I’m this deep.”
You were getting close fast. The teasing, the way he kept talking you through every movement, the hand over your mouth, all of it stacked up. Your leg tightened around his waist and you moaned again, longer this time.
Harry’s breath hitched.
“You gonna come for me already? Go on then. Come on my cock while I keep you quiet. Let me feel it.”
He rubbed your clit faster and thrust harder. You came with a broken moan against his hand, body clenching hard around him. He held you through it, still talking in that low voice.
“That’s it, just like that. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. Keep coming, baby. I’ve got you.”
He lasted only a few more thrusts after that. His hand stayed over your mouth as his hips stuttered and he came on the ground with a low, drawn-out groan against your neck.
For a long moment neither of you moved. Harry’s hand slowly dropped from your mouth to cup your jaw instead. He kissed you soft and slow while you both caught your breath.
“Next time,” he said, still a little out of breath, “I’m going to make you stay quiet under the table the whole way through. See how long you last before you drag me off again.”
You huffed a weak laugh and pushed lightly at his chest.
“We should get back.”
Harry pulled out carefully, helped you straighten your clothes, and fixed his own. He checked the corridor, then took your hand.
“Come on,” he said, still flushed. “I’ve still got half a textbook to finish telling you about.”
You rolled your eyes but let him lead you back toward the Great Hall, fingers laced with his the whole way.
author’s note ♡
nerdy harry has my whole heart actually i’m never going to shut up about him pushing his glasses up and rambling about the most random things.
synopsis: Harry gets you back after you hint at him to shut up.
warning! Smut!
The Great Hall was loud in the way it always was at the start of term. Hundreds of voices overlapping, plates clinking, the occasional burst of laughter from the Hufflepuff table. Candles floated overhead having nowhere better to be.
You sat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table. He had been talking for a while now about his new Care of Magical Creatures textbook. Something about revised classifications and Ministry interference and a man who was apparently about to lose his job over a loophole involving nifflers.
You were only half listening. Your eyes kept drifting to the way his hands moved when he got excited. The way he pushed his glasses up every few sentences only for them to slide down again.
“And then the Ministry completely misunderstood the whole section on classification,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “It’s actually really interesting if you think about it. The loopholes alone-”
“Yeah,” you murmured, reaching for your goblet. “I’ll think about it.”
Harry kept going. “They really want this bloke fired. You can tell by the way they worded the regulations. It’s
almost personal.”
“Harry.”
He paused mid-sentence and looked at you. “Yes, baby?”
“You need to eat. You haven’t touched anything.”
He grabbed a biscuit, shoved the whole thing in his mouth, and grinned around it like that solved the problem. Crumbs stuck to his bottom lip. He swallowed and immediately opened his mouth to keep talking.
You reached over and put two fingers against his lips.
“Chew first.”
His eyes stayed on yours while he finished the biscuit. When you dropped your hand he caught it under the table instead of letting go. His fingers laced with yours for a second, then slid higher, settling on your thigh just under the edge of your skirt.
You raised an eyebrow at him.
Harry’s voice dropped a little. “I am eating. See?” He reached for another biscuit with his free hand and took a slower bite this time, still watching you.
His palm stayed warm against your leg. His thumb started moving in small, idle circles, higher each time, brushing the soft skin of your inner thigh.
You shifted in your seat.
“Anyway,” he continued, louder for anyone who might be listening, “the new chapter on grindylows is completely rewritten. They finally admitted the old binding spells were useless.”
Under the table his hand crept higher. Fingers tracing the edge of your panties now, light enough that no one looking at the two of you would notice a thing. You were still facing forward, still nodding like you were following every word about grindylows. You weren’t.
“Harry,” you said under your breath.
“I’m just making a point,” he murmured back, still pretending to study the bread basket. His fingertip slipped under the fabric and stroked once, slow, right where you were already starting to get warm.
You pressed your lips together and reached for your drink again to hide the way your breath caught.
Harry kept talking about the textbook like nothing was happening. Something about Ministry oversight and proper classification. Meanwhile his finger traced lazy patterns against you, dipping lower, pressing just enough to make your thighs tense.
You dropped your hand under the table and found the front of his trousers. He was already half hard. The second you pressed your palm against him his voice stuttered for half a second before he recovered. Ha got him.
“And the footnotes alone are longer than the actual chapter,” he finished, a little rougher than before.
You rubbed him slowly through the fabric. He exhaled through his nose and spread his knees wider under the table.
His fingers pushed fully under your panties and slid into you without much warning. Two of them, curling right away. A loud sound slipped out of you before you could stop it. Harry’s eyes flicked sideways.
“Quiet,” he whispered, amused,“Unless you want the whole table knowing what my hand’s doing right now.”
You bit your lip. He added a third finger and rubbed your clit with his thumb in slow, teasing circles. Another small moan escaped anyway. He pressed closer like he was telling you something about the book.
“You’re already this worked up? We’ve barely started. Look at you, trying not to make a sound while I’m fingering you under the table in front of everyone.”
You stroked him harder through his trousers. He hissed quietly through his teeth.
It was getting too much. Your hips kept twitching. Another moan threatened and you stood up abruptly before it could get out.
Harry blinked up at you, fingers still inside you for half a second longer before he pulled them free.
“Come with me,” you said, voice low and a bit shaky.
He didn’t ask questions. He just stood, adjusted his robes quickly, and followed when you walked out of the Great Hall.
You didn’t go far. The corridor outside was mostly empty. You grabbed his wrist, pulled him down a side passage, and shoved open the first unlocked door you found. A broom closet. Narrow, dark, smelling of dust and polish.
The second the door shut behind you Harry had you backed against it.
His mouth was on yours hard, hands already under your skirt again, yanking your knickers down your thighs. You got his trousers open just as fast. He was fully hard now, hot against your palm.
“Here?” he asked against your mouth, already lifting one of your legs.
“Yes. Hurry up.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He hooked your leg around his hip, lined himself up, and pushed into you in one steady thrust. You moaned louder than you meant to. The sound bounced off the close walls.
Harry’s hand came up immediately, covering your mouth.
“Shh. You have to be quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?”
You nodded against his palm. He started moving, short deep strokes because there wasn’t much room. Every time he bottomed out a moan tried to escape and he pressed his hand firmer.
“That’s it,” he murmured close to your ear, voice low and rough. “Take it. You’ve been teasing me under that table for ages, getting so wet on my fingers. Now you’re going to stay quiet while I fuck you in this closet like we can’t wait.”
You whimpered against his hand. He kept talking, steady and filthy, while his hips worked.
“Feel how hard you made me? All through dinner, sitting there pretending to care about grindylows while you were soaking my hand. You love this, don’t you? Risking getting caught just so I can be inside you.”
His other hand slid between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched his thrusts. Another moan slipped out, muffled by his palm. He groaned quietly at the sound.
“Good girl. Let me hear you a little, just not too loud. I want to know exactly how good it feels when I’m this deep.”
You were getting close fast. The teasing, the way he kept talking you through every movement, the hand over your mouth, all of it stacked up. Your leg tightened around his waist and you moaned again, longer this time.
Harry’s breath hitched.
“You gonna come for me already? Go on then. Come on my cock while I keep you quiet. Let me feel it.”
He rubbed your clit faster and thrust harder. You came with a broken moan against his hand, body clenching hard around him. He held you through it, still talking in that low voice.
“That’s it, just like that. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. Keep coming, baby. I’ve got you.”
He lasted only a few more thrusts after that. His hand stayed over your mouth as his hips stuttered and he came on the ground with a low, drawn-out groan against your neck.
For a long moment neither of you moved. Harry’s hand slowly dropped from your mouth to cup your jaw instead. He kissed you soft and slow while you both caught your breath.
“Next time,” he said, still a little out of breath, “I’m going to make you stay quiet under the table the whole way through. See how long you last before you drag me off again.”
You huffed a weak laugh and pushed lightly at his chest.
“We should get back.”
Harry pulled out carefully, helped you straighten your clothes, and fixed his own. He checked the corridor, then took your hand.
“Come on,” he said, still flushed. “I’ve still got half a textbook to finish telling you about.”
You rolled your eyes but let him lead you back toward the Great Hall, fingers laced with his the whole way.
author’s note ♡
nerdy harry has my whole heart actually i’m never going to shut up about him pushing his glasses up and rambling about the most random things.
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untitled @hollowdeath
you and harry have been working on a project involving amortentia, the most powerful love potion to exist, and when harry tests your device the night before it's due, he has some rather intense side effects.
harry james potter x fem!reader (18+)
words : 6k
smut / mdni
hopeless , the both of them @lumosflairr
Hermione and Ron watch you and Harry in awe from a distance as you both share a moment in the snow.
words : 0.4k
personal fav !
she loves me @lovel4nita
A flower and a gentle breeze remind Harry that her heart is his.
words : 318
the eye of the snake @dearlizzies
Regulus died. Everyone knew it. Sirius had the same fate, but not without regretting before not having talked to his niece, you. Everyone knows who you are and the story that involves you, a pretty girl at Howgarts, but that was not what attracts the most attention—it’s the fact that you‘re dating the chosen one. Post-war/7th year.
harry potter x Regulus’Daughter!reader
dance pratice @junezsq
professor mcgonagall’s dance class suddenly gets interesting when you have to dance with your best friend turned crush
words : 1.5k
he's like a poem i wish i wrote @fear-less
In which, harry finally confesses his feelings towards his closed off friend.
harry potter x f!reader
words : 2.4k
almost was ours @nocturnao
She was Harry Potter’s constant—his secret keeper, his sanctuary, the girl who stitched him together when the war threatened to tear him apart. A quiet Ravenclaw who stood by him when no one else knew how, she never asked for anything… except maybe for him to see her. But as the world began to heal and the noise returned, Harry reached for the girl who burned bright in public—Ginny—and left behind the one who had carried him through the dark. Years later, when fate crosses their paths again, Harry is haunted by what he lost: the girl who loved him in silence, and who walked away with all the parts of him he never knew he gave. A story of almosts, aching regrets, and the kind of love that gets remembered in every timeline—but never chosen in the one that mattered.
harry james potter x ravenclaw fem reader
day one @darcellexxx
the Boy Who Lived and Draco Malfoy are known to hate each to the core, but what about another Malfoy loving Harry Potter with the same intensity? It’s good that Harry likes the colour red and that he’s a Gryffindor, because there’s no way that he would actually get out of the ‘Harry Potter Wears Lipsticks’ situation without a bit of his smugness. The second best thing is Draco’s expression, after he finds out his darling sister dates his nemesis…
Harry James Potter x Malfoy!fem!reader
words : 2.1k
only by name @slytherinsimp12
Y/N spent her entire life at beauxbatons. Her whole world turned upside down when her mother she never met escaped Azkaban, forcing her to transfer to Hogwarts in her 5th year for her safety. Harry knows he should stay away. She’s a Lestrange, the daughter of the woman who destroyed part of his world. But the more he sees of Y/N, the harder it becomes to believe that blood decides who we are.
Harry Potter x Lestrange!reader
we would have been timeless @fear-less
everyone at Hogwarts saw it coming when you and Harry started dating. To most, you were just another sweet couple. but to the professors, you were a reminder of two people they had lost. In your smiles, your arguments, and the way you looked at each other, they saw echoes of James and Lily. not a repeat of the past, but a new beginning filled with hope.
harry potter x f!reader
beneath the silence @elytriumm
harry has always been more than a best friend to you, but as of late, his coldness and distance have left you wondering if it’s you he’s pushing away. best friends to lovers.
words : 2.1k
green and gold @lumosflairr
when you, a sharp-witted Slytherin express interest in joining Dumbledores Army, you soon find yourself caught between not only house loyalty and what’s right - but an unexpected bond with Harry Potter.
harry potter x slytherin reader
personal fav !
so obvious @junezsq
hermione has always been smart, but you never would’ve thought she’d so quickly figure out who you have a crush on… or were you just being really obvious?
harry james potter x fem!reader
words : 1.2k
baby names @ravenclaws-stuff
with the due date rapidly approaching, you and Harry discuss baby names.
Harry Potter x Longbottom!Reader
cherry pink , cherry kiss ! @mokkiaun
harry loved his girlfriend, but a dream made him wonder if you’d taste better in sweet, red cherry lipgloss— and what happens when your lips appear redder and honeyed the very next day?
harry potter x fem! reader
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Ron Weasley
steal my girl @yasministration
for some reason, every one in ron's family has been trying to steal his girl, so he has to fight for a moment of privacy with you
words : 0.9k
flustered feelings @angelphie
"ron weasley has been friends with you since you were both children, but he's developed feelings for you and he finally takes up the courage to tell you unexpectedly"
ron weasley x fem!reader
words : 1.3k
don't fall in love with my brothers , please @holysmokesblog
His only request: don't fall for his brothers. But love, sometimes, is the most disobedient of all.
words : 1.7k
i love you first @blondykebarbie
Ron is used to feeling second.
ron weasley x gn reader
words : 538
untitled @slvqtore
you, oblivious as ever, hadn’t caught on to ron’s not-so-subtle signals about his feelings for you.
ron weasley x fem!reader
words : 1.8k
sneaky visits ! @bvrnesher
spending christmas at the burrow and having to sneak around the creaky floors because Molly doesn't want you sleeping in the same room
ronald weasley ! fem. reader
a weasley gift @jijournal
Ron surprises you with something very special in the Weasley household.
blushing in the bookstore @rottenherbs
In a cozy Hogsmeade bookstore, Ron Weasley finds himself smitten with someone he’s never seen before ~ leading to shy glances, soft laughter, and the start of something sweet.
words : 758
not a game @luv4freddie
You were a well known flirt, the Slytherin maneater. But now you’ve set your sights on Ron Weasley, and he’s not sure what to believe.
ron weasley x slytherin fem reader
words: 1.5k
loving him was red @cipheress-to-k-pop
You'll be allowed to date Ron Weasley over Draco's dead body
words : 8.5k
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Fred Weasley
the trick @ilovelygood
Y/n attends Hermione and Ron's wedding, but decides to bring her deck of cards to prove that, even though she is a Muggle, she can also do magic, catching the attention of a certain red-haired twin.
Fred Weasley x Muggle!fem!reader
little sister , my arse @cipheress-to-k-pop
You were “like a little sister to him”—or so Fred said. Please. Anyone with half a brain could see there was something way more between you two.
words : 8.9k
christmas at the burrow @alexadolly-8
your first christmas at the burrow being fred's gf
words : 669
4me 4me @biscuitz707
It’s Easter break and instead of being home, you’re stranded at Hogwarts prepping for N.E.W.T.s. Stuck studying inside the library, you surprisingly find yourself accompanied by Fred Weasley.
words : 1.2k
amortencia @binchidavinci
‘When you have to make Amortentia in Slughorn’s potions class, the last thing you expect to smell is Fred Weasley; Fred doesn’t expect to smell you, either.’
verituserum @maria021015
Fred, George, and Lee have been avoiding you all day and you’ve had enough. When you blackmail your way into the Gryffindor common room to confront them, you don’t expect Fred to start bombarding you with strange compliments. You definitely don’t expect what comes next.
lingering perfume @yasministration
harry has warned you that if you don't stop stealing his sweaters, he'll tell your parents about your boyfriend. but your parents are very much aware of your relationship, so harry goes one step further.
fred weasley x potter reader
words : +1k
never planned @lqveharrington
you and fred had been friends for so long that it never occurred to the both of you that everyone thought you were dating.
fred weasley x gryffindor!reader
pains and promises @marvelwitchergilmore
A rivalry that has been going on for four years suddenly begins to change when you help Fred's little sister.
Fred Weasley x slytherin!reader
wrong twin @yasministration
for a long, gruelling minute, angelina is under the impression that her best friend has a crush on her boyfriend. but no, that's the wrong twin.
words : +1.3k
"you really can't tell ?" @oc3anlvsu
Fred Weasley has a huge crush on his brother’s best friend, but she’s completely oblivious. Between teasing her about her handwriting, stealing her food, and randomly braiding her hair, Fred thinks he’s flirting — she just thinks he’s annoying
Fred Weasley x Ron’s best friend
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george weasley
dazed and devoted @lumosflairr
George gets knocked out during Quidditch practice. When he wakes up, confused and concussed, he flirts with his girlfriend like he’s never met her before. And honestly? It’s kind of adorable.
words : 1.5k
cool about it @hunnyisland
When Fred notices you’ve taken a liking to his brother, he formulates a plan to wingman you.
george weasley x gryffindor reader
words : 6k
saint like @rottenherbs
Molly Weasley doesn’t hide her disapproval of you, being George’s girlfriend, it made things awkward every time you visit the Burrow. But when George loses his ear and you care for him with gentle dedication, Molly begins to see you in a new light—slowly warming up and starting to accept you as part of the family.
words : 2.2k
someday @ravenclaws-stuff
Five times George Weasley says he's going to marry you and One time he actually does.
George Weasley x Lovegood!reader
sticky situation @weezyweasleys-fg
A young rivalry blooms between you and the supposedly "quieter" twin of the Weasley family's sons. Despite the teeth-grating relationship you two had grown to have being quite new, things got heated up pretty quickly. Now stuck because of each other in detention with no real way out but getting through with it—burning down the classroom felt better than being stuck in a room with George Weasley.
reasonless hatred @yasministration
Severus snape's daughter causes him nothing but chaos, hatred where love should be in their relationship. but she is finally given a real reason to hate her father, and she decides to give him one to hate her too.
words : 2.6+
patience @kittyminion
george finds a way to entertain you, despite your introverted nature at a party
george weasley x introvert!f!reader
hands @lcvecials
in which george is just trying to have a conversation with you, and you can’t stop staring at his hands.
george weasley x gn reader
words : 0.6k
i won't say (i'm in love) @drowsyhope
You’ve been trying to convince yourself that you do not like George Weasley. sure, he has nice hair, a handsome smile, and those eyes? Yeah, you’re in love — but you won’t say it!
words : 3k
his little fox @rottenherbs
George has spotted a wild fox that has taken to his liking, little does he know it’s the girl he can’t keep his eyes off in the halls.
george weasley x animagus reader
words : 1.9k
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Oliver Wood
captain's favorite @drowsyhope
being apart of the Gryffindor Quidditch was surely not for the weak because of the captain — Oliver Wood. so, when you came back for your 5th year, you strived to be the best! funny enough, the Prefects keep watch on you for some odd reason?
words : 3.6k
in the background @incantatem
you find yourself in detention with Oliver Wood, who seems to have gone the last seven years without noticing you, or so he thinks.
words : 9k
mobility exercises @yasministration
oliver wood doesn't expect to walk onto the quidditch pitch to find the slytherin team finishing up their post workout stretches. nor does he expect to be flirted with by their captain
words : 1.3k+
a bit suggestive
the chocolate frog conspiracy @toffeetonks
To the students at Hogwarts, Oliver Wood is Gryffindor’s beloved Quidditch captain. But to Y/N L/N, he’s the boy who keeps sliding her Chocolate Frogs during her study sessions... Like sugar can disguise the fact that he’s falling in love with her.
words : 2k
so possessive @lumosflairr
Oliver gets jealous when he see’s you and the twins messing around. More specifically, when they have their hands on you.
words : 0.9k
thicker than a broomstick @jijournal
Quidditch is brutal, but nothing compares to Oliver Wood’s hopeless attempts at flirting—too bad the only person who doesn’t realize he’s asking you to the Yule Ball is you.
words : 2.1k
an A minus @vaanny
remembering your parents’ promise of not letting you come back home for the holidays if you don’t meet their expectations, you find yourself considering an offer that is too good to refuse.
the party & the after party @spencersmopbucket
After three years of dating, you and Oliver come to the conclusion that you're better off without each other. A few months later, at the start of 7th year, you realize just how wrong you were. Oliver had always had a quick temper, but seeing you being flirted with at a post-victory party seemed to push it to new limits.
ye alright ? @nyxthedeity
Everyone's getting struggle in finding a date for the Yule Ball, but for Oliver? Oh, he already got his eyes on someone far longer than the Yule Ball. The only problem is how he's going to ask her out.
Oliver Wood x Ravenclaw!fem!reader
ring @soupandsimple
moments that Oliver’s wedding ring amplify the butterflies in your stomach
the hate game @heartthrobin
the only thing more grating than Oliver's foul moods and his permanent scowl, has to be the fact that he's so damn pretty. you fucking hate him for it.
oliver wood x female!reader
words : 13.3k
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Neville Longbottom
gamophobia @cipheress-to-k-pop
Gamophobia (noun) | /ˌɡæməˈfəʊbiə/ An extreme or irrational fear of long-term commitment or marriage, often resulting in avoidance of deep emotional intimacy despite genuine affection.
words : 11.7k
greenhouse blues @ssspark
Neville’s clumsy moment in the greenhouse before class surprisingly gives him a little bit of hope.
Neville Longbottom x Hufflepuff!Fem!Reader
words : 1.2k
obvious enough @yasministration
it seems that the only person in the entire castle who doesn't know about your feelings for neville is neville himself. your signals become increasingly more obvious, but even asking him out to hogsmeade doesn't seem to be obvious enough for him.
words : 1.9k
the alchemy @kyber-crystal
there’s a special sort of alchemy that’s involved in falling in love and finding the ‘one.’ luckily, you don’t need to try so hard—he’s already out there waiting.
words: 3k
my wish @ravenclaws-stuff
Neville makes one wish for his birthday.
palmistry @yasministration
when you begin learning advanced palm reading with professor trelawney, you don't only uncover new truths about you, but those around you — particularly one boy you have your eyes on.
words : 3.3k
yeah , I do @httpvomitello
One day, you looked at Neville Longbottom and saw something new. Something you had never noticed before—the way he had grown, the quiet strength in his eyes, the way his smile made your heart stutter.
neville longbottom x f!reader
between the pages @leturmindwonder
A study session in the library leads to some truths being revealed.
your voice is my favorite sound @yupthisisshe
Nevile begins rambling about plants and Neville apologizes for talking too much. Reader assures him that they do not mind at all.
Maybe I'll make you see through my words and my actions exactly just how much you mean to me. @drearydaffodils
You spend an afternoon in the presence of your lover, and have a sweet date <3
words : +800
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Cedric Diggory
platitude @artyteah
there's nothing more used and reused than popular students falling for the one student that isn't interested in them. for cedric, it started with curiosity. for reader, it certainly is a bad joke where she is the punchline.
the alchemy @blossominmist
you were hogwarts’ golden couple — both quidditch captains, both prefects, both hopelessly in love. until your family forced you to break his heart. a year later, the feelings are still there, stronger than ever, but so are the rumours about cho chang. when cedric is chosen as hogwarts’ champion, you finally speak to him again. not to win him back… just to help him survive.
cedric diggory x fem!reader
words : 4.9k
personal fav !
where the snow remembers us @taycherouzz
Cedric and you end up in a chaotic snowball fight that accidentally exposes a photo he’s kept of you for years.
Cedric x fem!reader
rough day ? @mmeskywalker
CEDRIC DIGGORY has just gotten done with quidditch practice. a rough one at that. if the word rough even began to cut what that poor man experienced. he’s upset, he’s grouchy, yet he’s completely and utterly yours.
the golden labrador and pretty blues @mokkiaun
cedric diggory was the golden boy of hogwarts, his charming smile and soft gestures had every girl swooning. so what happens when mr perfect stumbles into a sweet and beautifully dazed beauxbaton girl?
cedric diggory x beauxbaton! fem! reader
your champion @rottenherbs
You’re Harry’s sister, close in age and fiercely protective of one another. At the Quidditch World Cup, you meet Cedric Diggory, and the connection between you is instant. Harry disapproves of the budding relationship, worried about Cedric’s intentions—but when the second task of the Triwizard Tournament puts you in danger, Cedric steps in to save you, proving just how much he cares.
cedric diggory x potter reader
words : 2.7k
a lover's ruse @mentally-in-northern-italy
Your agonizing courtship and Cedric’s need to spite his ex are both ailments that have a very simple cure: a fake relationship, obviously.
Cedric Diggory x fem!gryffindor!reader
words : 3.9k
a promise kept @jijournal
Before the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric makes you promise that, no matter what happens, you won’t cry over him. After his death, you struggle to keep that promise—until you find the letter he left behind.
words : 2.3k
only you , my girl @lumosflairr
While you and Cedric are in a happy relationship, some girls can’t comprehend the fact he’s taken and shamelessly flirt with him. While your aware he wouldn’t dare give them a second thought, it hurts a little. However, Cedric being the amazing boyfriends he is - comes up with an idea to cheer you up!
the extended potter family @luv4freddie
now that you and Cedric have gone official, it’s time to finally give your parents what they want. A holiday visit to the Potter home quickly becomes chaotic.
Synopsis: After being apart from Harry for longer than either of you expected, you finally see each other again.
warning: suggested spice.
The steam engine hissed and sighed beside Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, thick white clouds rolling across the bricks and swallowing the chatter of students. Trunks scraped against stone. Owls hooted in their cages. The air smelled of coal smoke, damp wool, and the sharp metallic tang of magic that always clung to the barrier.
Harry stood behind Ron and Hermione, only vaguely aware of their voices. His eyes kept sweeping the crowd. All summer he had told himself it wasn’t a big deal. that the unanswered letters didn’t matter, that three months was nothing, that he would be fine. The second he saw you cutting through the bodies, suitcase in one hand and that familiar smile already forming, every careful lie collapsed.
He’d missed you. Desperately. More than he’d allowed himself to admit.
His mouth curved before he could stop it.
“Harry?” Hermione’s voice reached him as if from underwater. He was already moving.
You hadn’t spotted him yet. You hummed under your breath, weaving carefully between clusters of first-years and their hovering parents, suitcase bumping lightly against your leg. Then a figure broke from the crowd at a near run in. Messy black hair, green eyes bright in a way they hadn’t been all summer, grin wide and unguarded.
“Harry…”
Your suitcase hit the platform a second before his arms closed around you. He lifted you clean off the ground and spun once, twice, your skirt flaring out.
“Harry, enough.”
He set you down slowly, hands still firm at your waist, forehead nearly touching yours. His breath warmed your cheek as he leaned in so only you could hear him over the station noise.
“Merlin, I’ve missed you.”
A soft pink bloomed across your face.
“My name’s not Merlin,” you managed, voice thinner than usual.
Harry’s smile turned crooked. He bent, scooped up both your suitcase and his own, and headed for the nearest open carriage door without another word. He glanced back once on the steps to make sure you were following, then disappeared inside.
He moved past the compartment where Ron and Hermione were already settling, ignoring Ron’s raised eyebrows and Hermione’s pointed look. An empty compartment farther down the corridor waited.
You followed, heart already beating harder. The door clicked shut behind you. Outside, the platform noise dulled to a distant roar.
Harry heaved both trunks onto the luggage rack, then turned. His glasses sat pushed up into his hair like a makeshift headband, leaving his eyes bare and intent. You had taken the seat by the window. Farthest away.
“Are we scared now?” he teased, voice low.
“No. Adjusting.” The smile you offered felt wobbly. Your mind was already supplying images of what an empty compartment and three months of absence might lead to.
“Oh yeah?” He closed the distance in two steps and sat beside you. One hand rose, thumb tracing the line of your jaw with deliberate slowness.
“I really did miss you,” he said again, quieter this time, leaning in.
You met him halfway.
The first kiss was careful—soft presses of lips, testing, reacquainting. Your eyes fluttered shut. His stayed open a moment longer, watching the way your lashes trembled, the way your mouth parted under his. A low sound of satisfaction hummed in his throat.
You laughed against his mouth, “Creep.”
He smiled into the next kiss, deeper, more certain. His tongue traced the seam of your lips until you opened for him. The taste of him, a little sweet from the chocolate frog he must have eaten earlier. He explored slowly at first, then with growing hunger, sucking gently at your lower lip, nipping just hard enough to draw a soft gasp from you.
Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging lightly at the messy strands. Harry groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your mouth. His hands found your waist, then the curve of your hips, pulling you closer until there was almost no space left between you. One palm drifted higher, skimming the side of your ribcage, thumb brushing just beneath the underside of your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. The touch was light, but it sent a sharp pulse of heat low in your belly.
You arched into it without thinking.
Harry broke the kiss only long enough to murmur against your cheek, “Still adjusting?”
“Shut up,” you breathed, and pulled him back in.
This time the kiss turned properly hungry. His tongue stroked yours in slow, deliberate slides. One of his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, warm palm spanning the small of your back, fingertips tracing idle patterns against bare skin. The other stayed at your hip, thumb rubbing circles that edged closer to the sensitive crease of your thigh. When you shifted restlessly, he took the invitation, guiding your leg over his so you were half in his lap, skirt riding up.
The compartment felt suddenly smaller, warmer. Outside the window the platform began to slide past as the train lurched into motion, but neither of you looked.
“Not here. Wait for the castle tonight.” You smile teasingly, but a bit disgusted at the thought of doing it here.
“Whatever my lady wants then.”
Harry smiles keeping you on his lap a moment longer. “Why didn’t you answer my letters?”
“I’m sorry-“
“No excuses please I missed you”
He interrupts his eyes boring into your own. His shoulders are a bit stiff now almost sad.
“How bout a I tell you tonight among other things.” You offer with a slight smile and a look at him through the side of your eyes.
He lets out an amused huff “alright. Then we have two plans for tonight”
authors notes!
okayyy so this is my first ever oneshot on this blog 🥹 please be nice to me. I’ve been wanting to write for a while, so I finally just went for it!
Harry missing you for three months and then making out??? Yeah I needed that.
Synopsis: After being apart from Harry for longer than either of you expected, you finally see each other again.
warning: suggested spice.
The steam engine hissed and sighed beside Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, thick white clouds rolling across the bricks and swallowing the chatter of students. Trunks scraped against stone. Owls hooted in their cages. The air smelled of coal smoke, damp wool, and the sharp metallic tang of magic that always clung to the barrier.
Harry stood behind Ron and Hermione, only vaguely aware of their voices. His eyes kept sweeping the crowd. All summer he had told himself it wasn’t a big deal. that the unanswered letters didn’t matter, that three months was nothing, that he would be fine. The second he saw you cutting through the bodies, suitcase in one hand and that familiar smile already forming, every careful lie collapsed.
He’d missed you. Desperately. More than he’d allowed himself to admit.
His mouth curved before he could stop it.
“Harry?” Hermione’s voice reached him as if from underwater. He was already moving.
You hadn’t spotted him yet. You hummed under your breath, weaving carefully between clusters of first-years and their hovering parents, suitcase bumping lightly against your leg. Then a figure broke from the crowd at a near run in. Messy black hair, green eyes bright in a way they hadn’t been all summer, grin wide and unguarded.
“Harry…”
Your suitcase hit the platform a second before his arms closed around you. He lifted you clean off the ground and spun once, twice, your skirt flaring out.
“Harry, enough.”
He set you down slowly, hands still firm at your waist, forehead nearly touching yours. His breath warmed your cheek as he leaned in so only you could hear him over the station noise.
“Merlin, I’ve missed you.”
A soft pink bloomed across your face.
“My name’s not Merlin,” you managed, voice thinner than usual.
Harry’s smile turned crooked. He bent, scooped up both your suitcase and his own, and headed for the nearest open carriage door without another word. He glanced back once on the steps to make sure you were following, then disappeared inside.
He moved past the compartment where Ron and Hermione were already settling, ignoring Ron’s raised eyebrows and Hermione’s pointed look. An empty compartment farther down the corridor waited.
You followed, heart already beating harder. The door clicked shut behind you. Outside, the platform noise dulled to a distant roar.
Harry heaved both trunks onto the luggage rack, then turned. His glasses sat pushed up into his hair like a makeshift headband, leaving his eyes bare and intent. You had taken the seat by the window. Farthest away.
“Are we scared now?” he teased, voice low.
“No. Adjusting.” The smile you offered felt wobbly. Your mind was already supplying images of what an empty compartment and three months of absence might lead to.
“Oh yeah?” He closed the distance in two steps and sat beside you. One hand rose, thumb tracing the line of your jaw with deliberate slowness.
“I really did miss you,” he said again, quieter this time, leaning in.
You met him halfway.
The first kiss was careful—soft presses of lips, testing, reacquainting. Your eyes fluttered shut. His stayed open a moment longer, watching the way your lashes trembled, the way your mouth parted under his. A low sound of satisfaction hummed in his throat.
You laughed against his mouth, “Creep.”
He smiled into the next kiss, deeper, more certain. His tongue traced the seam of your lips until you opened for him. The taste of him, a little sweet from the chocolate frog he must have eaten earlier. He explored slowly at first, then with growing hunger, sucking gently at your lower lip, nipping just hard enough to draw a soft gasp from you.
Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging lightly at the messy strands. Harry groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your mouth. His hands found your waist, then the curve of your hips, pulling you closer until there was almost no space left between you. One palm drifted higher, skimming the side of your ribcage, thumb brushing just beneath the underside of your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. The touch was light, but it sent a sharp pulse of heat low in your belly.
You arched into it without thinking.
Harry broke the kiss only long enough to murmur against your cheek, “Still adjusting?”
“Shut up,” you breathed, and pulled him back in.
This time the kiss turned properly hungry. His tongue stroked yours in slow, deliberate slides. One of his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, warm palm spanning the small of your back, fingertips tracing idle patterns against bare skin. The other stayed at your hip, thumb rubbing circles that edged closer to the sensitive crease of your thigh. When you shifted restlessly, he took the invitation, guiding your leg over his so you were half in his lap, skirt riding up.
The compartment felt suddenly smaller, warmer. Outside the window the platform began to slide past as the train lurched into motion, but neither of you looked.
“Not here. Wait for the castle tonight.” You smile teasingly, but a bit disgusted at the thought of doing it here.
“Whatever my lady wants then.”
Harry smiles keeping you on his lap a moment longer. “Why didn’t you answer my letters?”
“I’m sorry-“
“No excuses please I missed you”
He interrupts his eyes boring into your own. His shoulders are a bit stiff now almost sad.
“How bout a I tell you tonight among other things.” You offer with a slight smile and a look at him through the side of your eyes.
He lets out an amused huff “alright. Then we have two plans for tonight”
authors notes!
okayyy so this is my first ever oneshot on this blog 🥹 please be nice to me. I’ve been wanting to write for a while, so I finally just went for it!
Harry missing you for three months and then making out??? Yeah I needed that.
