Hello! I'm getting back into fandom after many years and was hoping you could recommend the best (or most popular) drarry fics to come out in the last 5 years?? The longer the better! I'm having such a blast re-reading old favs and would love more to read! Thank you so much!
I was also away from the fandom the past three years, we share the feeling! I'll go for +100k and skip super well known examples (e.g., Grounds for Divorce)
Alucinatio by alexmeg (127k)
"It's... it's not good," Harry tells them lowly. "They've given him a month's time, only." There is so much he needs to explain, but his head is foggy and exhausted and he can't think properly, can't think of how to relay all that he's learned. "Have you heard of Alucinatio?" is what he starts with. "The Daydream potion," Hermione says. "The person who intakes it experiences very vivid and realistic daydreams of all they could ever want, but is essentially in a severely catatonic state out in the external world, incapable of any basic functions." Harry nods. "Somebody's given it to Malfoy." He remembers the tattered remains of a black coak wrapped around Malfoy. "I think it might have been Professor Snape." They take a minute to process that. "And... the cure?" Ron asks. "Tears of anyone the experiencer craves love of," Hermione answers.
I Do Not Love You by Writ_and_romance (228k)
In 2013, a carefully-designed Obliviation leaves Harry reconfiguring his life and identity without any memories of true love; an act that’s essentially erased Draco Malfoy from his mind despite a wedding band and shared home.
In 2000, Draco had expected Pansy’s relationship with Luna to bring the Gryffindors a bit closer to his orbit of quiet, carefully pacifistic existence, but he never expected to navigate such a transparent embrace into a unit of family, friendship, and love.
A mystery, two love stories, and a reminder that learning to love never has an end date.
Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (110k)
Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.
But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.
Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking…
Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by @norelationtoatticus (104k)
Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.
Every Hour Has Led to This by @sassy-cissa (105k)
Banned from the wizarding world and sentenced to live as a Muggle for ten years, Draco Malfoy finds his world turned upside down. Navigating the Muggle world becomes easier thanks to help from some unexpected strangers who become family. But when his mother insists Draco fulfil an agreement set when he was a child, he finds himself married and a father. Then a divorced single father. After the war Harry Potter found himself without purpose, until an unexpected offer changed his life. Playboy, Quidditch star, war hero – Harry seems to have it all, until a Quidditch accident ends his career. Lost and without purpose, Harry’s life is lonely until a surprising event brings him to Draco’s door…literally. Running parallel lives for nearly 10 years, when they reconnect both Draco and Harry find the passion for life that had been missing. A story of love and loss and how the best things in life happen in their own time
Pages of You by @wolfpants (101k)
Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't.
In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire.
A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.
Notes on a resurrection by newleaves (126k)
It was never Draco’s intention to raise Sirius Black from the dead.
The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (103k)
This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.
Turning Leaves by @kbrick (112k)
Draco and Harry have a one-night stand that ends in disaster after Harry tells Draco he's unable to move beyond their poisonous past. So when Draco finds an unusual Time-Turner in the Department of Mysteries, he seizes the opportunity to start fresh with Harry. Only instead of fixing things, he keeps making them worse.
Bolts by @lqtraintracks (114k)
Harry joins the Hogwarts staff as the new History of Magic Professor, while Draco has already been teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts for the past year. When Samantha, a first year, is being bullied one day and throws a made-up Truth curse at her harasser, only to accidentally hit Harry instead, Harry becomes cursed to tell the truth, and not only that, he has to regularly tell it to Draco Malfoy. Samantha is clearly gifted, maybe the most powerful witch or wizard to ever come through Hogwarts, and yet she has no idea how to take the curse off. As they work to remove it—and also teach Samantha how to control a power that's becoming more dangerous by the day—will Harry's truths become too much to handle? And will whatever’s going on with Draco just make everything exponentially worse?
Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid (169k)
Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.
By the Grace by @letteredlettered (139k)
Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.
Two to Shore by Lamplighter (204k)
Harry and Draco meet in Madam Malkin’s and instantly take a liking to each other. Just kidding. They don’t, but Harry does get sorted into Slytherin, and they do become extremely good friends.
Way Down We Go by @xiaq (109k)
The war was over. Or at least that’s what the papers said. They’d been saying it, for months, as if people needed reminding. Maybe they did.
In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It's super.
Nyctophilia by prolonged_autumn (107k)
Everyone's back for 8th year, and Harry and his friends seem determined to spend their last year in school running around at night, hyped up on coffee and alcohol and Honeydukes candy, doing all the childish things they didn't have the chance to do before. Draco watches as he's always watched: from afar, quiet and bitter and hopelessly in love. That is, until Pansy decides she's had quite enough of it.
Make Yourself by @anyaelizabethfic (103k)
Harry just wants to be safe within the freshly painted walls of Grimmauld Place, with his friends around him. But when he hears Draco Malfoy has been spotted at the local soup kitchen, he can’t help but encourage a different type of stray to come under his roof.
Kept Man by @drarry (147k)
A downtrodden Harry Potter in a serious dry spell is looking to be a kept man, and a lonely Draco Malfoy responds to his anonymous ad. A perfect storm of lust, scandal, and maybe even love. A Daddy Kink Magnum Opus.
The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake (146k)
When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there’s unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It’s obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco’s never been able to back down from a challenge… especially from Potter.
Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by @sobsicles (456k)
When Harry fails to keep his anger at bay and Voldemort possesses his mind, the events that follow lead him down a long road to realizing the world isn’t as black and white as it seems. Chaos, hilarity, and tragedy ensue with a Dark Lord being honest all the time, a rival becoming something else, and a world demanding to be saved. Featuring frightened Death Eaters, deep conversations with a monster, Pureblood traditions being ridiculous, and the fight to do the right thing with no true options. Harry’s life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment. ~~~ Or, the one where Harry’s life gets split in half, and he has to figure out how to bring it back together.
The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand (225k)
On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand. An unlikely team assembles to teach him everything he needs to know before the charm runs out, but only one of them knows the truth behind the Dark Lord’s return to power. If it were anyone else, Draco would have no problem turning them over to the Death Eaters, but there’s something about this certain bespectacled idiot that has him questioning everything he’s ever known. Will Draco seal the fate of the wizarding world by uncovering the Chosen One or will Harry save Draco from a fate of his own?
Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (135k)
Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals. Except Head Auror Potter is everywhere — in Draco's chair, at his door, in his dreams. All six feet of motorbike-riding, combat-boot-wearing, sex-hair-sporting Saviour of the World packed into one unfairly fetching uniform. Potter won’t leave Draco the bloody hell alone, won’t let him breathe, let him forget, let him sleep. Because no matter how fast Draco Malfoy runs, Harry Potter is always hot on his heels.
A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (128k)
When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be. Draco has to navigate dealing with this Potter while being hunted by Dark wizards and wanted by extremists in the Ministry. When things take a turn for the worse, Draco has to decide whether he's going to keep running or find a way to protect the world and the people he cares about most.
Changing Tides by @carpemermaidtales (109k)
Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life. Instead of doing what’s expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledore’s Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his father’s example as he grows into his own man rather than his father’s shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harry’s fates, intertwining their paths until they converge.
Taking Chances by @gracerene (135k)
After the war, Draco disappeared and started over in America, vowing never to return to Great Britain and the fraught past he left behind. Unfortunately, when his mates convince him to sign up for an exchange programme for the last year of their Auror Training, Draco learns that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter.
Graceless Heart by @orange-peony (132k)
Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry.
When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook.
Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.
Brave Though The Stars They Make Me by @dwell-the-brave (108k)
After the events at the end of his Sixth Year, Draco Malfoy has been kept all but prisoner in his childhood home, Malfoy Manor. Alone, terrified, and desperate for some way out, he begins to have strange dreams - dreams of Harry Potter. Are they a trick of his mind? Or are they a way to change his fate, and a chance at redemption?
Always Already by @aibidil (170k)
Harry and Draco are perfectly fine, separately minding their business in 2004, when the Unspeakables conscript them into service... in the First War against Voldemort.
Come for mutual pining and forced proximity in a 1980 hotel room, stay for young Sirius and philosophising about immortality and wormholes. And an eighties cowboy soap opera.
He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by @korlaena (140k)
Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last?
Close Behind by @oflights (134k)
To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back
where all the veins meet by @saxamophone (146k)
It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now? His friends try to help, but the only thing that can hold his attention—one of the only things that ever has—is Draco Malfoy, out on parole and weirdly hanging around the British Museum. As they keep running into each other, Harry sees that Malfoy is different, and he wonders if he can be someone else, too. Featuring rumpled band shirts, poker games everyone hates, fumbling sex, and a Harry going a little mental over how wands even work.
Hello! I'm getting back into fandom after many years and was hoping you could recommend the best (or most popular) drarry fics to come out in the last 5 years?? The longer the better! I'm having such a blast re-reading old favs and would love more to read! Thank you so much!
I was also away from the fandom the past three years, we share the feeling! I'll go for +100k and skip super well known examples (e.g., Grounds for Divorce)
Alucinatio by alexmeg (127k)
"It's... it's not good," Harry tells them lowly. "They've given him a month's time, only." There is so much he needs to explain, but his head is foggy and exhausted and he can't think properly, can't think of how to relay all that he's learned. "Have you heard of Alucinatio?" is what he starts with. "The Daydream potion," Hermione says. "The person who intakes it experiences very vivid and realistic daydreams of all they could ever want, but is essentially in a severely catatonic state out in the external world, incapable of any basic functions." Harry nods. "Somebody's given it to Malfoy." He remembers the tattered remains of a black coak wrapped around Malfoy. "I think it might have been Professor Snape." They take a minute to process that. "And... the cure?" Ron asks. "Tears of anyone the experiencer craves love of," Hermione answers.
I Do Not Love You by Writ_and_romance (228k)
In 2013, a carefully-designed Obliviation leaves Harry reconfiguring his life and identity without any memories of true love; an act that’s essentially erased Draco Malfoy from his mind despite a wedding band and shared home.
In 2000, Draco had expected Pansy’s relationship with Luna to bring the Gryffindors a bit closer to his orbit of quiet, carefully pacifistic existence, but he never expected to navigate such a transparent embrace into a unit of family, friendship, and love.
A mystery, two love stories, and a reminder that learning to love never has an end date.
Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (110k)
Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.
But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.
Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking…
Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by @norelationtoatticus (104k)
Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.
Every Hour Has Led to This by @sassy-cissa (105k)
Banned from the wizarding world and sentenced to live as a Muggle for ten years, Draco Malfoy finds his world turned upside down. Navigating the Muggle world becomes easier thanks to help from some unexpected strangers who become family. But when his mother insists Draco fulfil an agreement set when he was a child, he finds himself married and a father. Then a divorced single father. After the war Harry Potter found himself without purpose, until an unexpected offer changed his life. Playboy, Quidditch star, war hero – Harry seems to have it all, until a Quidditch accident ends his career. Lost and without purpose, Harry’s life is lonely until a surprising event brings him to Draco’s door…literally. Running parallel lives for nearly 10 years, when they reconnect both Draco and Harry find the passion for life that had been missing. A story of love and loss and how the best things in life happen in their own time
Pages of You by @wolfpants (101k)
Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't.
In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire.
A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.
Notes on a resurrection by newleaves (126k)
It was never Draco’s intention to raise Sirius Black from the dead.
The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (103k)
This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.
Turning Leaves by @kbrick (112k)
Draco and Harry have a one-night stand that ends in disaster after Harry tells Draco he's unable to move beyond their poisonous past. So when Draco finds an unusual Time-Turner in the Department of Mysteries, he seizes the opportunity to start fresh with Harry. Only instead of fixing things, he keeps making them worse.
Bolts by @lqtraintracks (114k)
Harry joins the Hogwarts staff as the new History of Magic Professor, while Draco has already been teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts for the past year. When Samantha, a first year, is being bullied one day and throws a made-up Truth curse at her harasser, only to accidentally hit Harry instead, Harry becomes cursed to tell the truth, and not only that, he has to regularly tell it to Draco Malfoy. Samantha is clearly gifted, maybe the most powerful witch or wizard to ever come through Hogwarts, and yet she has no idea how to take the curse off. As they work to remove it—and also teach Samantha how to control a power that's becoming more dangerous by the day—will Harry's truths become too much to handle? And will whatever’s going on with Draco just make everything exponentially worse?
Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid (169k)
Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.
By the Grace by @letteredlettered (139k)
Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.
Two to Shore by Lamplighter (204k)
Harry and Draco meet in Madam Malkin’s and instantly take a liking to each other. Just kidding. They don’t, but Harry does get sorted into Slytherin, and they do become extremely good friends.
Way Down We Go by @xiaq (109k)
The war was over. Or at least that’s what the papers said. They’d been saying it, for months, as if people needed reminding. Maybe they did.
In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It's super.
Nyctophilia by prolonged_autumn (107k)
Everyone's back for 8th year, and Harry and his friends seem determined to spend their last year in school running around at night, hyped up on coffee and alcohol and Honeydukes candy, doing all the childish things they didn't have the chance to do before. Draco watches as he's always watched: from afar, quiet and bitter and hopelessly in love. That is, until Pansy decides she's had quite enough of it.
Make Yourself by @anyaelizabethfic (103k)
Harry just wants to be safe within the freshly painted walls of Grimmauld Place, with his friends around him. But when he hears Draco Malfoy has been spotted at the local soup kitchen, he can’t help but encourage a different type of stray to come under his roof.
Kept Man by @drarry (147k)
A downtrodden Harry Potter in a serious dry spell is looking to be a kept man, and a lonely Draco Malfoy responds to his anonymous ad. A perfect storm of lust, scandal, and maybe even love. A Daddy Kink Magnum Opus.
The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake (146k)
When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there’s unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It’s obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco’s never been able to back down from a challenge… especially from Potter.
Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by @sobsicles (456k)
When Harry fails to keep his anger at bay and Voldemort possesses his mind, the events that follow lead him down a long road to realizing the world isn’t as black and white as it seems. Chaos, hilarity, and tragedy ensue with a Dark Lord being honest all the time, a rival becoming something else, and a world demanding to be saved. Featuring frightened Death Eaters, deep conversations with a monster, Pureblood traditions being ridiculous, and the fight to do the right thing with no true options. Harry’s life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment. ~~~ Or, the one where Harry’s life gets split in half, and he has to figure out how to bring it back together.
The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand (225k)
On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand. An unlikely team assembles to teach him everything he needs to know before the charm runs out, but only one of them knows the truth behind the Dark Lord’s return to power. If it were anyone else, Draco would have no problem turning them over to the Death Eaters, but there’s something about this certain bespectacled idiot that has him questioning everything he’s ever known. Will Draco seal the fate of the wizarding world by uncovering the Chosen One or will Harry save Draco from a fate of his own?
Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (135k)
Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals. Except Head Auror Potter is everywhere — in Draco's chair, at his door, in his dreams. All six feet of motorbike-riding, combat-boot-wearing, sex-hair-sporting Saviour of the World packed into one unfairly fetching uniform. Potter won’t leave Draco the bloody hell alone, won’t let him breathe, let him forget, let him sleep. Because no matter how fast Draco Malfoy runs, Harry Potter is always hot on his heels.
A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (128k)
When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be. Draco has to navigate dealing with this Potter while being hunted by Dark wizards and wanted by extremists in the Ministry. When things take a turn for the worse, Draco has to decide whether he's going to keep running or find a way to protect the world and the people he cares about most.
Changing Tides by @carpemermaidtales (109k)
Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life. Instead of doing what’s expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledore’s Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his father’s example as he grows into his own man rather than his father’s shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harry’s fates, intertwining their paths until they converge.
Taking Chances by @gracerene (135k)
After the war, Draco disappeared and started over in America, vowing never to return to Great Britain and the fraught past he left behind. Unfortunately, when his mates convince him to sign up for an exchange programme for the last year of their Auror Training, Draco learns that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter.
Graceless Heart by @orange-peony (132k)
Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry.
When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook.
Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.
Brave Though The Stars They Make Me by @dwell-the-brave (108k)
After the events at the end of his Sixth Year, Draco Malfoy has been kept all but prisoner in his childhood home, Malfoy Manor. Alone, terrified, and desperate for some way out, he begins to have strange dreams - dreams of Harry Potter. Are they a trick of his mind? Or are they a way to change his fate, and a chance at redemption?
Always Already by @aibidil (170k)
Harry and Draco are perfectly fine, separately minding their business in 2004, when the Unspeakables conscript them into service... in the First War against Voldemort.
Come for mutual pining and forced proximity in a 1980 hotel room, stay for young Sirius and philosophising about immortality and wormholes. And an eighties cowboy soap opera.
He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by @korlaena (140k)
Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last?
Close Behind by @oflights (134k)
To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back
where all the veins meet by @saxamophone (146k)
It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now? His friends try to help, but the only thing that can hold his attention—one of the only things that ever has—is Draco Malfoy, out on parole and weirdly hanging around the British Museum. As they keep running into each other, Harry sees that Malfoy is different, and he wonders if he can be someone else, too. Featuring rumpled band shirts, poker games everyone hates, fumbling sex, and a Harry going a little mental over how wands even work.
Oh, friends, there is so much good Obikin fic about our two favorite idiots in the STAR WARS fandom out there and I have a huge back archive of recs to show for it, but sometimes it’s hard to know where to start when you’re new or haven’t read anything in awhile, so I wanted to put together a list of Starter Recs that I think are great places for a beginner who’s just dipping their toe into the waters!
There are many, many fics that are often times some of my favorites that will not be on this list, because these are the ones that I think are specifically useful to those who are just kind of figuring out what they like or aren’t really sure they 100% ship it and just kind of want to test things out. And also because if you made me list my actual favorites, it’d be literally thirty times as long as this, and that might be just a bit overwhelming. So, here, have my suggestions for where to start! Joinnnnn usssssssss.
OBIKIN RECS - CANON-COMPLIANT UP TO BEFORE EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT:
✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan (sort of), d/s, 95.9k
During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.
✦ Upfall by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin & some obi-wan/satine & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, 166.8k
Anakin is doing just about everything he can to hold himself together; it won’t last.
✦ the sound of your voice (helps me find peace) by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 34.7k
Five times Anakin had to ask for a story. And one time Obi-Wan offered it freely.
✦ Lex Talionis by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, sith!anakin, 187k
How Obi-Wan and Anakin fell to the dark side, obtained their revenge, and saved the galaxy in the process.
✦ starbird by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 8.8k
Anakin thinks he knows everything about Obi-Wan but doesn’t. Anakin thinks a lot of things, actually, and he’s wrong about most of them. Anakin’s whole world view is turned upside down. Obi-Wan is having the time of his life.
✦ small gestures and grand vows by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 6k
Five times Obi-Wan and Anakin show how devoted they are to each other, and one time somebody demands proof and they are insulted.
✦ Across the Stars by unfortunate17, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, time travel, 14k
A story of how Obi-Wan and Anakin have thousands of firsts between them, fates intertwined by the will of the force across space and time. Or, Obi-Wan is the Time Traveler’s Wife.
✦ love is a battlefield (not a one-night stand) by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 15.5k
For all his skills as a negotiator, Obi-Wan does a poor job of handling the aftermath of spending the night with his former Padawan. (He gets better at it. Eventually.)
✦ what heaven did you leap from, dear love? by loosingletters, obikinn, obi-wan/anakin, 3.2k
Surely Obi-Wan hadn’t meant to call him that. It was just a slip of the tongue, he told himself. But that didn’t stop his heart from racing and his palms from getting sweaty.
✦ Abyssus Abyssum Invocat by Burning_Nightingale, obi-wan/anakin, 10.3k
While searching for Separatists on the very edge of the Unknown Regions, Obi-Wan and Anakin discover three things. A Chiss pilot in desperate need of their help; a Jedi Temple more ancient than the Republic itself; and a dire warning.
✦ Into the Archives by skygawker, obi-wan & anakin (& some anakin/padme) & palpatine & cast, 104.9k wip
After hearing the legend of Darth Plagueis the Wise from Palpatine, Anakin decides that his best chance to save Padme is to break into the restricted Holocron Vault of the Temple Archives to search for information about Plagueis. Predictably, all does not go according to plan. Revenge of the Sith AU.
✦ Satellite Mind by intermundia, septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 19.3k
Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s
✦ Aggressive Negotiations by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 15.7k
Five times Obi-Wan makes use of Anakin’s beauty in a negotiation, and one time someone turns the tables on him.
✦ It’s How You Learn by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.6k
Anakin and Obi-Wan spar in Jar'Kai and it ends up exactly how they both planned.
✦ Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) by Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.1k
Three occasions in which Anakin comes in his pants.
✦ Seed by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 44k
When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him– no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote.
✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k
“I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience.
✦ hey there by retts, obi-wan/anakin, 4.6k
‘Sick,’ says Anakin, stood in the doorway of Obi-Wan’s room aboard their ship. ‘You’re sick.’ 'No need to sound so delighted over it,’ grouses Obi-Wan, bringing his fist up to his mouth to cough feebly into it. Damn. 'I’m not, Master.’
✦ O Trespass Sweetly Urged by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.6k
Anakin and Obi-Wan witness a sex ritual while on a mission. Obi-Wan doesn’t understand why Anakin is so scandalized by this, until Anakin admits that he’s never had sex. Obi-Wan…might need a minute to process that.
✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k
Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.
OBIKIN RECS – THE DARTH ASSHOLE CAT DYNAMIC THAT’S CLOSER TO THE SHOW’S RELATIONSHIP POINT (SOMETIMES FIX-IT, SOMETIMES NOT):
✦ Sear me by thedunesea, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, suitless vader, 9.9k
“So here we are, a failed Jedi, a Sith, and our imminent deaths. I leave it to you to choose how we will meet our demise, whether fighting or doing something else entirely.”
✦ Make Your Siren’s Call by intermundia, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, 4.5k
After a visit to check on young Luke, Obi-Wan spends the night in a cave nearby. He struggles to fall asleep, his mind reaching out into the Force, and is surprised by a visit from his old apprentice in his dreams.
✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, 6.5k
Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light.
✦ Mirage by intermundia, obi-wan/vader & obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, time travel, a/b/o, 17k
The Force switches AotC Anakin with Kenobi-series era Darth Vader.
✦ (Un)happy Reunions by izazov, obi-wan/vader, 4k
After defeating his former Padawan but sparing his life on Mustafar, Obi-Wan had hoped that their paths would never cross again. He should have known better.
✦ Homestead by JSwander, whohatessand, obi-wan/vaderkin & cast, NSFW, 46.2k
Obi-Wan deals with a troubled newly widowed Anakin, two twins, and desperately needs a hug.
✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, raised as a sith!anakin, 11.2k
Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing.
✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 66.2k
In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker’s miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who had thought he had lost everything to darkness.
✦ love is not a victory but neither is it pain by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, 4.7k
Five years after Anakin Skywalker falls Obi-Wan Kenobi helps lead the Rebel Alliance against the Empire.But hope has reached its end,and General Kenobi confronts Vader in a desperate effort to save his men and the last threads of the rebellion.
✦ nothing compares to you by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, nsfw, time loop, 40.5k wip
Sometimes you only get one chance to make things right. But when you’re Anakin Skywalker, Chosen One, sometimes the Force intervenes to give you a second chance. Or a third. Or a fourth.
✦ Prompted - Chapter 5 by intermundia , obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking, rough sex, 2.3k
5. suitless!Vader / resentful!Obi-Wan (Spank a Sith back to the Light AU)
✦ Don’t go blindly into the dark by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 3.5k
Anakin falls to the dark side earlier than expected, gets scared by his own impulses and decides to hide somewhere nobody will look for him. It doesn’t stop Obi-Wan from finding him.
✦ Replaceable by ibex_ascendant, obi-wan/vader, nsfw, ~1k
He buries hands of flesh in thick, auburn-colored hair. He knows this is a dream.
✦ Pivot by Phosphorescent, obi-wan & anakin, 1.3k
“What would you have me do, Anakin? Just… walk away?” “Or you could join me.”
OBIKIN RECS - DO YOU WANT THEM TO KISS BUT DON’T WANT TO WADE THROUGH THAT GROSS PLOT WHILE STILL GETTING INSIGHTFUL CHARACTERIZATION? I GOT YOU:
✦ Collar by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 9.4k
“You have to be sure, Anakin. Once we’re in, we’re in.” “I think I can handle being your sub, Obi-Wan.“
✦ This Was Obi-Wan by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.3k
With how proper and refined his master is,Anakin just can’t figure why he sits like that, all spread-legged and obscene.But after a mission goes awry and he sees Obi-Wan naked for the first time,the question isn’t why,but more like how he’s possibly going to survive with the knowledge.
✦ Home Again by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, mild bondage, 1.7k
When Anakin’s emotions overwhelm him, Obi-Wan is always there with a firm hand and clear eye to help him find his way back from the dark.
✦ It’s How You Learn by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 10.6k
Anakin and Obi-Wan spar in Jar'Kai and it ends up exactly how they both planned
✦ Good Form by ranianke, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 15.1k
Obi-Wan needs help shooting a training video. What could go wrong?
✦ Lifeblood by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.3k
The ancient people of the Zeffo contact the Jedi in a cry for help,they need force users who can connect to the living force,who can save something dear to them. But the price of life is itself something dear,and one Obi-Wan is not sure they can pay.
✦ Persistence is Key by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k
Anakin has been making suggestive remarks all day, when they’re finally alone together Obi-Wan finds himself succumbing to Anakin’s persistence.
✦ Bloom the want by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 13.5k
Upon being reunited with Obi-Wan after a number of months apart, Anakin struggles with his Master’s continued distance, but perhaps there is something he can do to get his attention.
✦ Exile Vilify by nessa_j, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 1.4k
Anakin struggles with the horrors of war, Obi-Wan tries to offer comfort.
✦ that which rages in the place of dearest love by shipwrecks, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.4k
He loves Obi-Wan but he’s not going to let him tell him to calm down like he’s still a padawan who doesn’t understand anything about the galaxy. He understands plenty—the galaxy is cold and unforgiving, dark and pain, he’s known this longer than anyone.
OBIKIN RECS – IF YOU WANT TO GET YOUR FEET WET IN A WORLD WHERE THEY WEREN’T TEACHER AND STUDENT TO SEE IF IT’S FOR YOU:
✦ wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 117.4k wip
There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Obi-Wan is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.
✦ Conceal Me What I Am by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, a/b/o, senator!obi-wan, 108.3k
Separatist Propaganda is turning the Republic against the Jedi Order and the Senate sees no choice but to join in a political alliance to fight dissent on a unified front.An alliance is proposed through an arranged marriage,between a Jedi Knight and Republic Senator. Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi are chosen as representatives of the political union by Darth Sidious, meant to bring ruin to the marriage and the public’s support of the Jedi,for Obi-Wan Kenobi is not the Beta he claims. But even Sidious does not know of the secret Anakin Skywalker keeps, that he is not the Alpha the galaxy believes him to be.
✦ Needing/Getting by chapstickaddict, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, alternate canon, 198k
Anakin is a paranoid, over-protective hot mess doing his best to raise his weird pack the way Padmé would have wanted. How the hell is he supposed to do that when his kids and not-apprentice make him haul a half-dead Jedi Master home like a lost pet?
OBIKIN RECS – LOOK, JUST TRUST ME, IT’S GOOD:
✦ à la carte by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, modern au, 55.6k
Anakin Skywalker is a perfectly normal grad student. He spends his days at the robotics lab, his evenings working at an upscale restaurant and his weekends on inadvisable hookups. That is, until Obi-Wan Kenobi saunters into his workplace and sweeps him off his feet.
✦ The Snowball Effect by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 11.3k
Anakin had not meant to nail the cute guy from his building in the face with a snowball. Obi Wan had absolutely meant to hit him back.
✦ when all we have are shadows by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 8.3k
Anakin’s gone when Obi-Wan wakes up. He’s left a note, a little cutesy message with a smiley face and awful handwriting. He has a class he can’t miss, it says. Obi-Wan’s gone and fucked a college kid.
✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k
Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.
OBIANIDALA RECS – BECAUSE ANAKIN SKYWALKER HAS TWO HANDS AND REALLY, REALLY WANTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT SANDWHICH, AND WE HAVE FEELINGS AFTER ALL THOSE PADME MENTIONS:
✦ Only Ones Who Taste by maravilla, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 3.4k
“Have I ever noticed what?” she said, half smiling and fixing him with a stare. “That Anakin – he – I mean, we’re not here to talk about Anakin.”
✦ more than a candle by jenmishe, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 50.3k
How Anakin, Obi Wan, and Padmé realize many things, which include, most notably, how they feel about each other and how to handle said feelings. Oh, and in the meantime, they deal with a megalomaniac Sith Lord.
✦ Exposure Therapy by septemberist, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 10.1k
Anakin struggles to overcome jealousy in his relationship with Padmé and Obi-Wan. They decide to help him in an unconventional fashion.
✦ Only Ones Who Taste by maravilla, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 3.4k
“Have I ever noticed what?” she said, half smiling and fixing him with a stare. “That Anakin – he – I mean, we’re not here to talk about Anakin.”
✦ Diplomatic relations by Tenillypo, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 6.2k
It was late when Padmé Amidala got home, and there was a Jedi sitting in her living room.
Oh, friends, there is so much good Obikin fic about our two favorite idiots in the STAR WARS fandom out there and I have a huge back archive of recs to show for it, but sometimes it’s hard to know where to start when you’re new or haven’t read anything in awhile, so I wanted to put together a list of Starter Recs that I think are great places for a beginner who’s just dipping their toe into the waters!
There are many, many fics that are often times some of my favorites that will not be on this list, because these are the ones that I think are specifically useful to those who are just kind of figuring out what they like or aren’t really sure they 100% ship it and just kind of want to test things out. And also because if you made me list my actual favorites, it’d be literally thirty times as long as this, and that might be just a bit overwhelming. So, here, have my suggestions for where to start! Joinnnnn usssssssss.
OBIKIN RECS - CANON-COMPLIANT UP TO BEFORE EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT:
✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan (sort of), d/s, 95.9k
During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.
✦ Upfall by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin & some obi-wan/satine & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, 166.8k
Anakin is doing just about everything he can to hold himself together; it won’t last.
✦ the sound of your voice (helps me find peace) by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 34.7k
Five times Anakin had to ask for a story. And one time Obi-Wan offered it freely.
✦ Lex Talionis by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, sith!anakin, 187k
How Obi-Wan and Anakin fell to the dark side, obtained their revenge, and saved the galaxy in the process.
✦ starbird by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 8.8k
Anakin thinks he knows everything about Obi-Wan but doesn’t. Anakin thinks a lot of things, actually, and he’s wrong about most of them. Anakin’s whole world view is turned upside down. Obi-Wan is having the time of his life.
✦ small gestures and grand vows by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 6k
Five times Obi-Wan and Anakin show how devoted they are to each other, and one time somebody demands proof and they are insulted.
✦ Across the Stars by unfortunate17, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, time travel, 14k
A story of how Obi-Wan and Anakin have thousands of firsts between them, fates intertwined by the will of the force across space and time. Or, Obi-Wan is the Time Traveler’s Wife.
✦ love is a battlefield (not a one-night stand) by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 15.5k
For all his skills as a negotiator, Obi-Wan does a poor job of handling the aftermath of spending the night with his former Padawan. (He gets better at it. Eventually.)
✦ what heaven did you leap from, dear love? by loosingletters, obikinn, obi-wan/anakin, 3.2k
Surely Obi-Wan hadn’t meant to call him that. It was just a slip of the tongue, he told himself. But that didn’t stop his heart from racing and his palms from getting sweaty.
✦ Abyssus Abyssum Invocat by Burning_Nightingale, obi-wan/anakin, 10.3k
While searching for Separatists on the very edge of the Unknown Regions, Obi-Wan and Anakin discover three things. A Chiss pilot in desperate need of their help; a Jedi Temple more ancient than the Republic itself; and a dire warning.
✦ Into the Archives by skygawker, obi-wan & anakin (& some anakin/padme) & palpatine & cast, 104.9k wip
After hearing the legend of Darth Plagueis the Wise from Palpatine, Anakin decides that his best chance to save Padme is to break into the restricted Holocron Vault of the Temple Archives to search for information about Plagueis. Predictably, all does not go according to plan. Revenge of the Sith AU.
✦ Satellite Mind by intermundia, septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 19.3k
Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s
✦ Aggressive Negotiations by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 15.7k
Five times Obi-Wan makes use of Anakin’s beauty in a negotiation, and one time someone turns the tables on him.
✦ It’s How You Learn by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.6k
Anakin and Obi-Wan spar in Jar'Kai and it ends up exactly how they both planned.
✦ Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) by Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.1k
Three occasions in which Anakin comes in his pants.
✦ Seed by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 44k
When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him– no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote.
✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k
“I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience.
✦ hey there by retts, obi-wan/anakin, 4.6k
‘Sick,’ says Anakin, stood in the doorway of Obi-Wan’s room aboard their ship. ‘You’re sick.’ 'No need to sound so delighted over it,’ grouses Obi-Wan, bringing his fist up to his mouth to cough feebly into it. Damn. 'I’m not, Master.’
✦ O Trespass Sweetly Urged by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.6k
Anakin and Obi-Wan witness a sex ritual while on a mission. Obi-Wan doesn’t understand why Anakin is so scandalized by this, until Anakin admits that he’s never had sex. Obi-Wan…might need a minute to process that.
✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k
Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.
OBIKIN RECS – THE DARTH ASSHOLE CAT DYNAMIC THAT’S CLOSER TO THE SHOW’S RELATIONSHIP POINT (SOMETIMES FIX-IT, SOMETIMES NOT):
✦ Sear me by thedunesea, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, suitless vader, 9.9k
“So here we are, a failed Jedi, a Sith, and our imminent deaths. I leave it to you to choose how we will meet our demise, whether fighting or doing something else entirely.”
✦ Make Your Siren’s Call by intermundia, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, 4.5k
After a visit to check on young Luke, Obi-Wan spends the night in a cave nearby. He struggles to fall asleep, his mind reaching out into the Force, and is surprised by a visit from his old apprentice in his dreams.
✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, 6.5k
Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light.
✦ Mirage by intermundia, obi-wan/vader & obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, time travel, a/b/o, 17k
The Force switches AotC Anakin with Kenobi-series era Darth Vader.
✦ (Un)happy Reunions by izazov, obi-wan/vader, 4k
After defeating his former Padawan but sparing his life on Mustafar, Obi-Wan had hoped that their paths would never cross again. He should have known better.
✦ Homestead by JSwander, whohatessand, obi-wan/vaderkin & cast, NSFW, 46.2k
Obi-Wan deals with a troubled newly widowed Anakin, two twins, and desperately needs a hug.
✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, raised as a sith!anakin, 11.2k
Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing.
✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 66.2k
In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker’s miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who had thought he had lost everything to darkness.
✦ love is not a victory but neither is it pain by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, 4.7k
Five years after Anakin Skywalker falls Obi-Wan Kenobi helps lead the Rebel Alliance against the Empire.But hope has reached its end,and General Kenobi confronts Vader in a desperate effort to save his men and the last threads of the rebellion.
✦ nothing compares to you by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, nsfw, time loop, 40.5k wip
Sometimes you only get one chance to make things right. But when you’re Anakin Skywalker, Chosen One, sometimes the Force intervenes to give you a second chance. Or a third. Or a fourth.
✦ Prompted - Chapter 5 by intermundia , obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking, rough sex, 2.3k
5. suitless!Vader / resentful!Obi-Wan (Spank a Sith back to the Light AU)
✦ Don’t go blindly into the dark by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 3.5k
Anakin falls to the dark side earlier than expected, gets scared by his own impulses and decides to hide somewhere nobody will look for him. It doesn’t stop Obi-Wan from finding him.
✦ Replaceable by ibex_ascendant, obi-wan/vader, nsfw, ~1k
He buries hands of flesh in thick, auburn-colored hair. He knows this is a dream.
✦ Pivot by Phosphorescent, obi-wan & anakin, 1.3k
“What would you have me do, Anakin? Just… walk away?” “Or you could join me.”
OBIKIN RECS - DO YOU WANT THEM TO KISS BUT DON’T WANT TO WADE THROUGH THAT GROSS PLOT WHILE STILL GETTING INSIGHTFUL CHARACTERIZATION? I GOT YOU:
✦ Collar by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 9.4k
“You have to be sure, Anakin. Once we’re in, we’re in.” “I think I can handle being your sub, Obi-Wan.“
✦ This Was Obi-Wan by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.3k
With how proper and refined his master is,Anakin just can’t figure why he sits like that, all spread-legged and obscene.But after a mission goes awry and he sees Obi-Wan naked for the first time,the question isn’t why,but more like how he’s possibly going to survive with the knowledge.
✦ Home Again by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, mild bondage, 1.7k
When Anakin’s emotions overwhelm him, Obi-Wan is always there with a firm hand and clear eye to help him find his way back from the dark.
✦ It’s How You Learn by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 10.6k
Anakin and Obi-Wan spar in Jar'Kai and it ends up exactly how they both planned
✦ Good Form by ranianke, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 15.1k
Obi-Wan needs help shooting a training video. What could go wrong?
✦ Lifeblood by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.3k
The ancient people of the Zeffo contact the Jedi in a cry for help,they need force users who can connect to the living force,who can save something dear to them. But the price of life is itself something dear,and one Obi-Wan is not sure they can pay.
✦ Persistence is Key by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k
Anakin has been making suggestive remarks all day, when they’re finally alone together Obi-Wan finds himself succumbing to Anakin’s persistence.
✦ Bloom the want by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 13.5k
Upon being reunited with Obi-Wan after a number of months apart, Anakin struggles with his Master’s continued distance, but perhaps there is something he can do to get his attention.
✦ Exile Vilify by nessa_j, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 1.4k
Anakin struggles with the horrors of war, Obi-Wan tries to offer comfort.
✦ that which rages in the place of dearest love by shipwrecks, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.4k
He loves Obi-Wan but he’s not going to let him tell him to calm down like he’s still a padawan who doesn’t understand anything about the galaxy. He understands plenty—the galaxy is cold and unforgiving, dark and pain, he’s known this longer than anyone.
OBIKIN RECS – IF YOU WANT TO GET YOUR FEET WET IN A WORLD WHERE THEY WEREN’T TEACHER AND STUDENT TO SEE IF IT’S FOR YOU:
✦ wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 117.4k wip
There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Obi-Wan is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.
✦ Conceal Me What I Am by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, a/b/o, senator!obi-wan, 108.3k
Separatist Propaganda is turning the Republic against the Jedi Order and the Senate sees no choice but to join in a political alliance to fight dissent on a unified front.An alliance is proposed through an arranged marriage,between a Jedi Knight and Republic Senator. Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi are chosen as representatives of the political union by Darth Sidious, meant to bring ruin to the marriage and the public’s support of the Jedi,for Obi-Wan Kenobi is not the Beta he claims. But even Sidious does not know of the secret Anakin Skywalker keeps, that he is not the Alpha the galaxy believes him to be.
✦ Needing/Getting by chapstickaddict, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, alternate canon, 198k
Anakin is a paranoid, over-protective hot mess doing his best to raise his weird pack the way Padmé would have wanted. How the hell is he supposed to do that when his kids and not-apprentice make him haul a half-dead Jedi Master home like a lost pet?
OBIKIN RECS – LOOK, JUST TRUST ME, IT’S GOOD:
✦ à la carte by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, modern au, 55.6k
Anakin Skywalker is a perfectly normal grad student. He spends his days at the robotics lab, his evenings working at an upscale restaurant and his weekends on inadvisable hookups. That is, until Obi-Wan Kenobi saunters into his workplace and sweeps him off his feet.
✦ The Snowball Effect by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 11.3k
Anakin had not meant to nail the cute guy from his building in the face with a snowball. Obi Wan had absolutely meant to hit him back.
✦ when all we have are shadows by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 8.3k
Anakin’s gone when Obi-Wan wakes up. He’s left a note, a little cutesy message with a smiley face and awful handwriting. He has a class he can’t miss, it says. Obi-Wan’s gone and fucked a college kid.
✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k
Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.
OBIANIDALA RECS – BECAUSE ANAKIN SKYWALKER HAS TWO HANDS AND REALLY, REALLY WANTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT SANDWHICH, AND WE HAVE FEELINGS AFTER ALL THOSE PADME MENTIONS:
✦ Only Ones Who Taste by maravilla, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 3.4k
“Have I ever noticed what?” she said, half smiling and fixing him with a stare. “That Anakin – he – I mean, we’re not here to talk about Anakin.”
✦ more than a candle by jenmishe, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 50.3k
How Anakin, Obi Wan, and Padmé realize many things, which include, most notably, how they feel about each other and how to handle said feelings. Oh, and in the meantime, they deal with a megalomaniac Sith Lord.
✦ Exposure Therapy by septemberist, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 10.1k
Anakin struggles to overcome jealousy in his relationship with Padmé and Obi-Wan. They decide to help him in an unconventional fashion.
✦ Only Ones Who Taste by maravilla, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 3.4k
“Have I ever noticed what?” she said, half smiling and fixing him with a stare. “That Anakin – he – I mean, we’re not here to talk about Anakin.”
✦ Diplomatic relations by Tenillypo, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 6.2k
It was late when Padmé Amidala got home, and there was a Jedi sitting in her living room.
Hello my lovely!! I hope you’re hydrated today! Thanks for the ask! 💜💜💜
1. How did you get into the Obikin fandom?
Rewatched the prequels at the beginning of the pandemic, became obsessed with the Obi-Wan—Anakin dynamic pretty much the second AOTC started. By the time I got to the Scene™️ in ROTS, I was sobbing and scrolling through AO3 simultaneously. Then I made the grievous mistake of actually talking to you delightful people and now I live here 💖
15. If you could describe the Obikin ship in 3 words, what would they be?
Banter, familiarity, pain
20. What is your all time favourite Obikin fanfic?
How about five faves because I’m indecisive and love fanfic?
My Anankē by @intermundia 😍😍😍 Professor AU my beloved!! Gorgeous characterization, steaming hot sex…I’ve reread this one eight million times
The Devil’s in the Details by @ragnarlothcat Everything Rag does is flawless!! This one currently has me hanging on the edge of my seat, tho, the plot is fantastic, the characterization is genius, the slow build is spicy as all get out, and I can’t wait to unravel the mystery!!
I Could Use Your Saving, Now by @disast3rtransp0rt Everything Tadhg writes is cute as all hell but this hurt/comfort one-shot makes me so happy
Conceal Me What I Am by @himboskywalker I love everything about this a/b/o Senator Obi-Wan au. Anakin hiding his designation, Obi-Wan struggling with his instincts, the sinister machinations of Palpatine…incredible
if i only knew by wanderlove. I love this canon au! Obi-Wan learning a few things early on changes everything. The slow build of their relationship is just captivating!
i can’t generally point to one single person and go YOU dragged me into this but THIS TIME I CAN, and the honor goes to @svmadelyn so you all can thank her
NOW WITH VOLUME 2!!
i’m gonna split /sort this by word count, as i already have (checks notes) SIX pages of obikin fics bookmarked on ao3 lmaoooooo so maybe it will be more than one post????? we will see – LMAO two hours later i am FOR SURE dividing this into parts
canonAU here means it’s pre-ROTS and/or Anakin doesn’t become Vader
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under 10k
dreamfield by treescape @treescape, series of 3 stories, 5k (vaderwan, suitless vader) what an introduction to a pairing! don’t think there could’ve been a better fic to start me off than than this series. A++ writing and characterization. ♥️ 💦
Languages by Crowgirl, 6k, nc17, canonAU, just - so so good, the sort of pining that makes your heart hurt and then the sort of smut and fluff that makes it all better
Lullabye and Goodnight by Crowgirl, 3.5k, pg13, OH SO LOVELY
Love is Suppose to Be by Resacon1990 @sassyresacon1990, 5k pg13, Obi-Wan character study in a way!
sweet temptation by amidnightlove , 8k, nc17, canonAU, chubby Obi-Wan
Learn Your Place, Young One by RagnarLothcat, 8k nc17, canonAU, 😳
Out of the Bag by RagnarLothcat, 8k M, canonAU, Anakin gets himself sorta cursed with cat ears and its THE best thing to happen to us and THE worst thing to happen to Obi-Wan ksjdkshdkjhs🔥
All I Want For Christmas by RagnarLothcat, 9k M, nonSW AU, !!!! OBI WAN IS HORNY AND ANAKIN IS SHY AND ALSO HORNY and its SO GOOD💦♥️
burn every bridge but please leave me a boat by tennessoui @tennessoui, 8k nc17, padawan Obi-Wan Master Anakin, 😳💦♥️
let’s get your fingers tangled in my hair by tennessoui, 6k Mature, AU King Obi-Wan, Jedi Anakin, arranged marriage sorta?? 🔥
almost could have been strangers again by tennessoui, 5k mature, nonSW AU, ahhhhh 😭
the enemy of my enemy is mine by tennessoui, 5k nc17, sith!obikin 💦♥️
put your money where your mouth is by tennessoui, 5k pg13, anakin is cursed and obi-wan gets everyone and their mom to kiss him awake jsjsjsjsjs bestest😭😭😭
that mouth of yours looks like it gets you into trouble by tennessoui, 5k M, basically a truth serumed Obi-Wan 😭
we walk among the clouds in the sky by tennessoui, 5k pg13, AU, i could read 70k of this
when all we have are shadows by tennessoui, 8k nc17, nonSW AU, so much pining such dumbasses SO GOOD 🔥
lost to a sea of troubles by tennessoui, 8k nc17, OH HO HOOOOOO
the size of the fight in the dog by tennessoui,10k nc17, canonAU, ATTEMPTED SEDUCTION BY ANAKIN 😭💦♥️
10 to 20k
what tomorrow may bring, what tomorrow may carry away by tennessoui,12k M, king Obi-Wan and sorta creature/enslaved Anakin, 😭
Don’t be afraid. by spqr @andthepeople, 12k, pg13, padawan Obi-Wan, master Anakin, absolutely FABULOUS ♥️
love is a battlefield (not a one-night stand) by izazov, 16k pg13, canonAU, AHHHHH AHHHH ahhhhh AHHH🔥😭 so many feelings SO MANY
Gray Matter by unfortunate17 @unfortunate17, 16k M, canonAU, BODYSWAP!!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥
In The Afterglow by unfortunate17 @unfortunate17, , 12k nc17, canonAU “obi-wan loses his memory anakin loses his mind” HARD SAME ANAKIN HARD SAME, so good SO GOOD
Various Applications of Salves and Oils by glimmerglanger, 17k, nc17, canonAU, this is so LOVELY and HORNY and the PINING just ahhh
there’s some things i gotta say (get it off my chest and hope it’ll be okay) by Resacon1990 @sassyresacon1990, 17k pg13, canonAU, !!!! yes!!!
20 to 30k
where every mask cracks by skyl_tales, 24k, nc17 (vaderwan, suited vader), 2nd fic i read in this fandom and as with dreamfield i do not think there could’ve been a better fic to start with this pairing ♥️
ambrosia by demi_fae @rynae-reblogs , 24k nc17, canonAU idiots to lovers ksjdfkjsh
Nor the Suns Themselves Brighter by glimmerglanger, 27k M, non Jedi Anakin, STUNNING just fully 🔥🔥🔥♥️
30 to 50k
parks & recreation by luckee and septemberist, 32k nc17, nonSW AU, professor Obi-Wan, park ranger and hermit Anakin, 🔥💦
pretty bird and the mob boss by tennessoui, 33k nc17, nonSW AU, !!!!!!!!! everything about this!!!!!!!!!!✨🔥♥️
Invictus by Himboskywalker @himboskywalker , 40k, nc17, canonAU, the Force ships it!✨
50 to 75k
Master Mine by skyl_tales, 55k nc17, deaged Obi-Wan which brings about a role reversal - judging by the hits i don’t even really need to say anything but !!! if you haven’t read this? READ THIS 💦
as always: HUGE HUGE thanks to all the writers, yall are the real MVPs. to readers: leave kudos! leave comments! spread the love! and also feel free to send me your fave obikin fics 👀
again, this is sorted by word count, and all thanks go to the writers for coming up with such amazing stories!!!
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under 10k
down beside me by treescape, 2k, PG13, JOINT NAPS ;___;
Lux Æterna by obiwanobi, 5k, PG13, AU - there’s still the Force, still Jedi, and i am not telling you more because it’s OH SO GOOD. loved the way it was written and plotted and loved the reveal, just absolutely yes 😭 😭
This Was Obi-Wan by Himboskywalker @himboskywalker, 6k, NC17, OBI-WAN HAS A BIG DICK and Anakin sort of loses his mind over it, we all know how this goes don’t we 🔥💦 🔥💦
yesterday’s jam by y0u_idjits, 6k, PG13, AU - modern setting, think IT crowd, it’s so cute and adorable and then SO ANGSTY and just, love it SO LOVELY
Beginners by calmersky, 6k, Mature, AHHHH, post war with introspection and just, ah AH AH, right in the heart 😭
cute guy, fast car, i’m all yours by wanderlove, 7k, NC17, AU - modern setting, OHH HO HOOOO 💦 🔥💦
Magnets by secretsolarsystem, 9k, NC17, SITH OBI-WAN, don’t you just love him, i sure do 😳🙏
Something to Talk About by RagnarLothcat @ragnarlothcat, 9k, NC17, HO HO HOOOOOOOOOOOO, everything about this, EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS is just stunning, i love it bye🙏🙏🙏
Smoke Me and Never Quit Me by edge_of_night, 9k, PG13, AU - modern setting, anakin is a uni student, obi-wan is a professor, LOVELY😭
Give them blood by Himboskywalker, 10k, NC17, vampire!obi-wan, blood drinking🔥💦 😳
We Were Younger in Our Daydreams by wickersnap, 10k, NC17, female anakin, 5+1, ahhh 👀
dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, 10k, NC17, Anakin has a wet dream about Obi-Wan, chaos ensues. Idiots to lovers pspsps 👀😳🙏
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10 to 20k
Eternally Beloved by izazov, 12k, Mature, MIND THE TAGS (im saying this because i fully didn’t read them and then was PIKACHU MEME at the end lmaooooo), but by god what a story
no other faith is light enough for this place by oceaniads, 12k, PG13, AU - raised as a Sith Anakin, soulmates, LOVE LOVE LOVE this one, it’s so!!!!!!! Ahhhh 🙏
we should run after each other (and be with one another) by Resacon1990, 13k, PG13, 5+1, five times obi-wan lied to anakin and one time he told the truth 😭
Good Form by ranianke, 🔥💦 15k, NC17, ANAKIN AND OBIWAN MAKE A PORNO BYE
I Melt With You by disast3rtransp0rt, 16k, mature, AU, !!!! honestlyyyyyyy love love love 😭
Your Presents is Requested by edge_of_night, 17k, G, AU - modern setting, christmas fluff ;_;
Something So Flawed and Free by usasarah, 17k, NC17, ABO AU, OBI-WAN IS THE FIRST CHOICE FOR ONCE ;__;
I Can Tell That We Are Gonna Be Friends by secretsolarsystem , series, 17k altogether, NC17, AU - modern setting, Anakin is a divorced dad and Obi-Wan is the twins’ teacher, SO GOOD SO HOT SO FLUFFY😭♥️
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20 to uhhh 55k lmao
Of Fawns and Fangs by disast3rtransp0rt, 20k, Mature, AU - no Force, vampire obi-wan, !!!!!!! everything about this is !!!!!!!!!!! 🔥
Tangled Garlands by orphan_account, 22k, NC17, AOTC AU, Anakin is the senator, Obi-Wan is his bodyguard Jedi
Exceptions by rinverse, 24k, NC17, AU - modern setting, OHHH THE WAY THIS WAS !!!!!🔥
falling up by obiwanobi, shatou Series of 9 works (so far), PG13 and now at 25k, ex-Sith Anakin, and everything about it is just (clenches fist)!! Slow healing! Character study! Obi-wan taking care of anakin!!!!!! 😭♥️
dreams of summer by elysianprince, 35k, NC17, hopeless romantic anakin, flower crowns and soulmate dreams and just an all around wonderful story ahhhh 😭
à la carte by RagnarLothcat, 55k, NC17, AU - modern setting, ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! The way this fic lives rent free in my head still right now, just my god SO FUNNY, SO HOT, SO HIMBO, love itttttt ♥️
A Study in Tears by shatou, 55k, NC17, ANAKIN CRYBABY DARLING SKYWALKER, my reaction in the comments and in my bookmark is just ELMO WITH FIRE.GIF 😭💦♥️
ONCE AGAIN big big huge thank you to all the writers ;_;
for part one, click here, for all of my other fandom fic recs, click here
A/N & WC - This is the enemies-to-lovers, co-workers, 'there was only one bed' fic. As soon as I thought of it, I knew it had to be a Dr Strange thing, and I loved writing it. Also, Ben's wink in the below GIF makes my knees go weak. 8.9k.
Warnings - Swearing, too much bickering, mentions of scars, mentions of a daddy kink, smut: oral (f rec), unprotected sex, brief orgasm denial, 'Doctor' kink, tattoo kink, hickey kink, belly bulge kink. 18+.
Summary - After a tiring mission, the last thing you want to do is have to crash at a hotel, especially with the cockiest man alive. Will things change with the fact there's only one bed on such a sleepless night? PART II HERE!
YOUR DAY HAS BEEN EXHAUSTING, there’s no denying it, and the only thing to possibly make it worse?
“C’mon, there’s a place not far away,” Stephen snaps at you, cajoling.
“Why can’t we just portal back?” you ask, uncaring of your tone, how brisk you are.
“Because we can’t. Shut up.”
And you do. He’s been grating on your nerves for this whole mission. It wasn’t like it was a bad one, you were away barely for twenty four hours, but this is Stephen. He gets exhausting after five Goddamn minutes.
Bags slung over your shoulders, you follow him down the street. This, sadly, is the type of place you don’t use your powers, save for impending doom. And you have to grant it to Stephen, he knows what he’s doing, and he’s admirable with it. The way he carries his title, so graciously aids those who need him, all with a stoic resolve. He’s a good sorcerer, that’s an irrefutable fact, and you wouldn’t be this far without him.
Still, doesn’t mean you have to like the pretentious bastard in any way.
Dusk is long gone, night time in full bloom, stars scattering around the sky like tiny sprinkles, smudges of light to guide you through the night, only a thin crescent moon available to you in the far distance. The enveloping navy of the night sky meets the dark hues of Stephen’s mundane clothes, sheltering him from view ever so slightly, walking a few paces in front of you.
It doesn’t take long for a relatively small building to come into view, small for a hotel, no bigger than the body of Bleecker Street, an orange glow bleeding out the entrance.
His shoulders rigid, his posture as straight as a rod, he stalks through the front doors and up to the clerk, slightly more human clothes back on in place of his mission attire.
“‘Scuse me, please can I book a room for tonight?” he says, each word articulated to its fullest.
“How many people, Sir?”
He casts a glance towards you, rolls those pretty blue eyes of his, and looks back. “Two.”
“What kind of room would you like, sir?”
“One with two beds, I don’t care about the cost.”
The boyish clerk nervously clears his throat and shuffles the papers on the desk before clicking around on his computer a fair amount. When he looks at you with that typically awkward glance hospitality workers give when they can’t give you what you want, you know exactly what’s coming.
“Sorry sir, we only have rooms with one bed available. I can get you one with a couch if that’s better?”
Stephen grinds his ridiculously defined jaw so aggressively, you can almost hear the bones crunching, grating together.
“You’re small, you take the couch,” he hisses, the comment directed at you before gulping down a breath, straightening his resolve, and meeting the clerk’s gaze. “That’ll do.” he says, his manner more brusque than usual.
You roll your eyes, biting back a snarky comment at his forcing you onto the sofa for the night, and stay positively quiet and zoned out as he organises the rest, handing over his card, and in turn, receiving your room keys.
He marches you down the corridor, shouldering more than his fair share of the bags, while still keeping a gloved hand on the small of your back to steer you in the right direction. He never takes his gloves off. Ever. Even in all your months at the Sanctum, whether he’s fresh out the shower or fully dressed for work, he has never once removed those gloves with you in the vicinity. Strange, like him.
He deftly swipes the key card, his arm looping around your body to do so, and pushes the door open, allowing you in first.
The room is nothing special, just your standard hotel room. White sheets grace the double bed, the main feature of the room, with a soft grey footer to match the draping curtains, comparatively light when beside the ever darkening night. Stephen’s elbow hits the light switch, a white globe light shade casting a fluttery white glow everywhere, bouncing off the tea tray atop the dark wood desk that invades and clunks up half the room. The wardrobe is just behind the door, and doesn’t actually seem to have a front to it, but there’s an ironing board you won’t use—but Stephen probably will—and some coat hangers. The walls are mostly a very pale grey, modern, but a feature appears behind the headboard, the main attraction point of the room, a bright orange that pairs nicely, if not shockingly with the sofa: a poxy thing, barely a two seater. You wouldn’t even get your torso on there comfortably. It’s a decent room, not to your taste but nice enough, and clean, your main query.
“I’ll take the first shower,” he says.
Shifting past you, he nudges your shoulder, heat temporarily shooting between your bodies, and he flings the bags carelessly onto the bed, shrugging off his jacket before shouldering past you and chucking open the bathroom door. You’re still just standing there, even after you hear the door lock shut, Stephen huff a little to himself in the mirror (that much you can imagine, he does it all the time), the clink of a belt and the water start running. You already know this is going to be a long, long night, and it hasn’t even begun.
While he’s out of the way, you begin unpacking, simply lying out your night clothes and any necessities you brought with you just in case, straightening the pillows. Then he walks out, a plain white towel hung low around his hips, his Adonis belt glistening with droplets of water all around. His body is defined, incredibly chiselled—no surprise there—but from what you can see, he’s scarred too, his tan skin worn and cut in places it shouldn’t be. Still, his hands are covered in a towel that he’s rubbing through his charcoal hair, even when he brings it down, you’re not even allowed to catch a glimpse of his bare fingers, the cloth shielding them.
“It’s free.”
“I can see that, thanks Mr Obvious.”
He offers you a saccharine smile, “That’s Dr Obvious to you, rookie.”
“Myehhh,” you mimic, rolling your eyes as you brush past him, but really, his bulk of muscle does more damage to you than him, leaving your arm throbbing, only able to clutch it and open your mouth in a silent cry of pain once the door is shut and locked behind you.
As you undress, you’re sure you hear his soft chuckles as he goes about his inane bedtime rituals. One of your own rituals is listening to music in the shower, the one thing you know drives Strange insane, so you do exactly that, putting your current favourite song on repeat as you shower.
The bathroom is nice, too, just white. All porcelain white: floor, walls, sink, with only the mirror and showerhead a glistening silver. Why does nowhere have the same character as the Sanctum? If this is the rest of the world you’ve been avoiding a while, you’re not sure if you like it.
Coming out the bathroom, you wrap your white towel taut around your body and tuck the corner in, the lump pressing into your supple skin, releasing your hair from the shower cap. Almost unwittingly you begin humming the song—instinct, you guess, an earworm, a good song with infectious lyrics and a strong tune. You’ll be over it in a week.
“Do you?” Stephen suddenly asks, appearing from around the wall.
You gasp in surprise, your reverie snapped. He’s right there next to you, his hair coiffed but still slightly damp, wearing his usual half-baggy blue pyjamas. His blue eyes snag on something, a peek of black partially obscured by the towel, but he can't be sure.
“What?”
His exasperated sigh fills your brain with naught but aggravation. How can one person be so anxious and annoying?
“That song you were playing, it’s called Daddy Issues. Do you have them?”
A soft chuckle leaves your lips, tossing your hair around, running your fingers through the locks. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“No.”
You don’t even bother to deadpan him for more than a split second before you’re pushing past him, your shoulder bumping his bicep again, and you’re shifting over to the desk area, where you lay out your moisturiser and hairbrush.
“Well, statistically, more than fifty percent of people do—"
“Just be quiet Stephen. Get ready for bed.”
He bares his teeth, but obliges, and within half an hour, you’re nervously slouched on opposite sides of the bed, the top light off, curtains drawn, only the bedside lamps on to offer your bodies some shadow.
“I’m not taking the couch,” you warn, “it’s bloody tiny.”
“I don’t expect you to, and this bed is bigger than I anticipated, so I suppose we can share if you stick to your side.”
You grumble, making strange whining noises to piss him off momentarily, “What do you propose, a pillow wall?”
“Yes, actually,” he says, “that sounds rather practical.”
“Why? It’s not like I’m gonna try and cuddle you or hold your hand or anything. You’re not my type anyway, God.”
“Almost, but not quite.” he snarks.
“Could you be any more conceited, Strange?”
“Yes. But, just lie down, I’m tired and can’t be arsed to hear your whining all night. No touching.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, asshat.”
You draw back your side of the duvet and slide beneath, curling your toes at the cold weight of it, your back to Stephen’s. There’s so much space between the two of you it’s bordering on ridiculous, you could fit half the other wizards in with you at this rate. You're small, but with how close he is to his edge, he has to be falling off. He’s abnormally tall, his feet are probably dangling off the end, too.
“Is this about your hands?” you whisper, barely heard over the deafening silence crashing around in both of your ears, “or your scars? If so I— I don’t mind, I’m not in any position to judge.”
“Shut. Up.” he enunciates.
“Dude, it’s okay.”
“It’s also none of your fucking business.”
Oh he’s seething. He’s fucking hilarious when he’s mad. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare and his face goes as red as Goddamn tomato, his lips quirk to suffocate a grimace and hands close to fists he can barely control and his voice always stutters when his desperately regulated breath hitches. That’s exactly what’s happening now, you can feel the shift of the bed next to you, hear every tiny movement.
“I’m not trying to pry, just curious.”
“Well, you are prying. You know what happened to me, you know who I was and who I am, surely you have some idea what I must… look like.”
“Yeah,” you breathe, an inflection of compassion in your tone, “and I don’t give a shit. I hate you no less.”
He allows a breathy chuckle out, one of the lightest sounds you’ve ever heard from him, nothing derisive in it, no spite or teasing, just a small laugh. “Hate me all you want. I know I’m right.”
“About what?”
“You don’t want to see me.”
It’s so quiet a request that it's barely a whisper, simply a wistful hope, a prayer, a silent plea. His last word cracks, breaks, and his currently slightly less annoying voice trails away, broken. Even now, the least you can do is respect his privacy on it despite the fact it's the last thing you want to do.
You find the only words you can muster, curling further inwards on yourself. “Night, Stephen. Thanks for this.” you bid.
“Night, Y/N.”
And you still into a horrible, dense silence, the darkness of the room overwhelming your senses. If you sleep a wink like this, you’ll be lucky.
—
You find yourself to be regrettably correct, since after what feels like a lifetime (and appears to only have been an hour, and even then, just barely) you feel the whole weight of the bed shift, followed by muffled cursing. You’re cold, incredibly uncomfortable, and the pillow is too cold, but you daren’t move it, lest you disturb the wrath of Stephen.
Fuck it, you tell yourself. You won’t lie on the ridge of a hard mattress all night just because he’s a whiny brat who never cuts you a break. Fidgeting and jolting, tossing and turning, you eventually turn over full bodily, and completely by accident, your hand falls onto more flesh, warm and callused, Stephen. Instantaneously, he recoils, his body slithering away from you, even across the masses of space. Your own breath catches, brows furrowing, shock, perhaps?
“Stephen?” you husk, your voice full of surprise. “Couldn’t sleep?”
You reach over and flick your bedside lamp on, fluffing your pillow and turning to him.
“No. Why did you do that?”
“Why did I do what, roll over in bed and accidentally brush your hands?”
“Yes.” he says, teeth gritted.
“Don’t be such a twat, what’s the big deal anyway?” you ask, a throwaway comment, but the way he gulps, his blue eyes so full of anxiety, you know well enough what it is. “Strange, I didn’t mean—”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Only, you know it does. His hands are balled up in his shirt and embedded into his body, covered by the duvet despite the convulsive movements. He’s asking for it. In one swift move, the duvet is folded back, and you’re grabbing his hands roughly by the wrists and tugging them away from him. Sitting up a little more, moving your body and crossing your legs, you yank his hands into your lap. Gnarled red scars run down each finger and down the back of both hands, puckering from stitches mars them too, and beneath the skin, when you tenderly run the pads of your fingers over his scars, the cuts, you feel metal. Screws, bolts, whatever else. Maybe even metal rods are in there, holding his bones together.
Sure, they’re not pretty, no scars are, but they aren’t as repulsive as he makes them out to be. They’re endearing, unique, and show he’s a Goddamn fighter. Maybe you’d be more inclined to work with him if he hadn’t been trying to hide from you so much.
Suddenly, he jolts away from you, away from the tender rub of your fingers on his skin, his face contorted in a perpetual wince. There’s an expectant pause, like he’s waiting for you to say something, but for once, you’re lost for words.
“I’ll sleep on the couch.” he says, wholly tugging away from you.
“Why, Stephen? Why are you being so pretentious and callous? Can’t we share a bed without it being fuckin’ weird?” you demand, hitting a fist against the pillow childishly.
“No.”
He shifts his pyjama bottoms awkwardly when he catches another peek of your skin—your upper arm this time, a swirl of ink—and clambers out of bed, snatching a spare sheet from the wardrobe that he takes over to the sofa with him. No way is he gonna fit, but if he’s going to be that obtuse, you’re gonna let him.
—
Another hour has gone by, and having tried just about every possible position known to man on both sides of the bed, every pillow on both the head and foot of the bed, you’re still unable to sleep, simply staring at the dull white ceiling, your fingers linked and resting over your steadily rising chest. You’d think that sorcery has some perks, perhaps a spell to help you sleep, but no. There are some herbs that can go in drinks to knock you out, but naturally, they’re all at the Sanctum. You’re fucking knackered, and usually sleep so well, why is tonight any different? Does it have anything to do with the gnawing in the pit of your stomach? The anxiety of Stephen being so far away—or perhaps it's just having him in the room. Somehow, you don't know which is worse.
“Stephen,” you tentatively call out, your sound swallowed by the reverberating night. “Are you awake?”
“Yes. Why?” he replies in his typical abrupt nature.
“Just wondered. I’m cold, can you come sit?”
“No.”
This time you don’t even bother to turn on the light, but merely point your finger at the wall shade and light begins to glow around you, allowing you to peer at Stephen over there. It’s a pitiful sight, really, and one he willingly inflicted on himself, but with his long legs dangling off the edge and his head at a funny angle on the arm, the sheet barely covering half of him, you know this isn’t fair. Still, doesn’t stop you from having a hearty chuckle to yourself.
“You’re so fucking uncomfortable over there and don’t try to deny it. Get your ass into bed with me. Now.”
He’s not used to you being bossy, no one is. As he so constantly reminds you, you’re just a rookie, you don’t bark orders, and only occasionally lend a snarky comment. He likes those best, no matter how much he tries to feign it.
“Can you tolerate me enough to just lie in bed with me?” you tease, hearing his footsteps padding on the carpeted floor.
“To say I ‘tolerate you’ is a vast overstatement.”
“Thanks, Doc.” you reply sardonically, rolling your eyes—playfully this time—and smiling at the fact.
He does as you say, though, and shuffles into bed beside you, actually bothering to get properly comfortable this time, settling into a relatively normal position on his back, his head turned to the side, his cheekbones glowing from definition in the shine from your light. You could cut yourself on those, sweet Mercy.
Once he’s nuzzling into his pillow, you begin to do your own fidgeting around, finding your own comfort with a heavy, warm weight beside you, one of relative solace. You don’t mean to, but you’re stretching, and just trying to find a good position, when your hand accidentally grazes…
No way, this is incredible, better than anything you could have dreamt up. You think you might even bite a hole in your tongue from biting hard enough to keep your incredulous laugh under control.
“Is this why you didn’t wanna sleep in the bed? Because you’ve got a boner?” you ask, slyly.
“Don’t talk about it.” he growls in warning.
“Why? Secret stash of porn up there in that eidetic brain of yours?”
“Could you be more oblivious?” he says under his breath.
Turning onto his side, he pushes you away, prying your arm from him.
“Myeh could you beeee more oblivious, Y/N?” you mimic, purposely whining in that tone you know he hates.
You were trying to banter, so if he wants to be a tosser about it, so fucking be it. At least he’s offering you his bodily warmth so you don’t feel so alone in such an unfamiliar place.
“It’s fine if you do have a boner. For all I care, go sort it out. Human nature, buddy.” you quip, turning on your own side, almost half way into the bed, his body within touching distance, breathing distance. “I am curious, though, why didn’t you just say so? Or wear baggier pants? Men, you’re all the same, so fuckin’ annoying. Contrary doesn’t even begin—“
You don’t have a chance to finish your arsey statement before he’s right there, his hot breath fanning your face hovering above you, his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you in.
“You think you know everything, huh? I bet you’d really love to know what got me so riled up.” he growls, his face lowering to your neck, the juncture of your shoulder, his lips barely brushing the skin there before he’s taking a deep inhale; animalistic, almost.
There’s no denying that his actions send heat flooding to your core. Frankly, you wouldn’t be surprised if a wet patch appeared in the sheet beneath you right about now. Who knew his voice could be so low? So sensual? Christ...
“You’re so fucking insolent. Maybe if you hadn’t been such a bratty bitch then I might’ve fucked you quiet two hours ago. You wanna know what made me hard? You, dancing around in your skimpy underwear and pyjamas. Every day I see you around the Sanctum, and even when you’re dressed in every layer of robe under the sun I can’t keep my eyes off you. You should see how damn hard I struggle to keep my hands to myself, even these Goddamn lumps.”
His fists clench next to your head, shifting your head on the pillow. His eyes burn sapphire. You’re not one for ‘skimpy’ clothes, but you have to admit that being the only woman in a house full of completely disinterested men has made you want to try and test the boundaries just a little, leading to your slightly smaller pyjamas and other minuscule changes in your wardrobe.
Still, his admission sends your mind into a lust-filled frenzy, your only coherent thought being to just submit to him, to kiss him, to finally know what he tastes like. For all these months he’s been watching you, his criticisms have been his manner of flirting, his hiding his own shield. As sweet as that is, there’s something very hard urgently poking at your thigh, something you should probably see to...
“Fucking hell, Stephen, just kiss me.”
After so much waiting, he really doesn’t need to be told twice, pouncing onto you, his lips meeting yours furiously, a desperate clash of tongues. Never in your life has someone kissed you this way before, with so much passion and life and unadulterated want. It makes you wonder just how long he’s wanted to do this for.
It doesn’t take long for his hands to stray, his palms skimming down your burning flesh, goose bumps rising in his wake.
“Off.” he ghosts, tugging at your pyjamas.
You begin to peel your shirt off, but Stephen grabs it by the neck and removes it before you can get any further.
“No bra?”
“Maybe I wanted to tease you too.” you breathe, and only once you say it do you realise the truth of it.
Perhaps all this time you have been subconsciously been trying to tease him, rile him up. You’re in for it now, that much is easily detectable by the ragged breaths he begins to take, his grip on your waist increasing as his lips make a downward trail. First, he kisses gently at your neck, only growing more fervent when he reaches your pulse point where he sucks, hard, but only for a moment as he moves further down, biting your right clavicle while pinching your left breast, then switching, and grazing his lips over the swells of your boobs. You’re barely able to control yourself or your moans, desperately holding your tongue, silencing yourself and the obscenities bound to spill. Next, he goes just below your sternum, the sensitive skin there reacting to his tender assault. Until now, he’s had his thinned eyes focussed on you, silently working his way down your body.
“I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty, unblemished skin…” he murmurs, vibrations shooting through you like a meteor shower. You don’t realise why he’s training off until his baby blues aren’t locked on your eyes anymore. “Is that a tattoo?”
Not the time, but your cheeks begin to burn red, drawing a blush onto your skin.
“I asked you a question, is that a tattoo?” He’s more solemn this time, commanding your full attention so naturally. Unable to control your voice, you offer him a nod, your eyes wide. “When did you get this? Oh, my God.”
“B— before I came to the Sanctum. I have more, if you like them.”
“Fuck,” he blasphemes, running a hand over his face. Is he… flustered? “Where? Show me.”
Who would’ve guessed he has a thing for tattoos? It’s not like you’re covered, just the odd few: one on your hip, one in between your ribs, one on your back. You’re surprised he hasn’t noticed the few at the tops of your arms yet. You adjust your positioning and show him what he wants: he’s damn near salivating, his fingers toying with his beard as he grows impossibly harder against your leg.
“Do you have a thing for tattoos? Do you like girls with ink all over their skin?”
“Stop,” he whines, imploring, “don’t, I’ll finish too fast if you keep on.”
You cup his cheeks, turning his face towards you, and begin to pepper kisses over his long neck, grazing your teeth where he seems to be the most sensitive, chuckling into your actions.
He kisses you hotly, briefly, and resumes his prior attack. Biting and sucking, drawing the supple skin of your hip bones between his teeth, he has you clamping your screams behind your hand, writhing around beneath his hold.
“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.” he whispers, and continues his actions, prying your hand away with one of his, and not flinching when you begin to hold it. Tight.
“You know, you’re gonna look so much better when I mark you up, every inch of you. Already look like mine.”
You dare a glance down, and half your stomach is covered in bites already, and he’s right, it looks damn good.
“I know, please.”
He moves gradually lower, tugging on the waist of your trousers. That seems to be when the reality hits him, drawing away from you, his breathing laboured, his beard tickling your hip bones.
“We shouldn’t,” he stammers, casting his gaze away.
You find yourself gulping nervously, “I know.”
His blue orbs wantonly flit from your eyes to your lips, searching for reassurance that’s been there all along. It doesn’t last long, you knew it wouldn’t, because his lips are colliding with yours after little more than a tense moment of eye contact. Your hands grip onto his arms, corded with muscle, tensing as they hold him up. He’s so reliant on his arms, his hands trembling with the slightest movement when it’s not sorcery related. Tonight, you want to show him that he doesn’t have to struggle, but merely has to enjoy it.
Mouths fastened together, your chest presses to his as his tongue glazes along your bottom lip, then your top, delving into your mouth. His muscle is skilled, dancing with yours, but not in a tender waltz, more a hazed tango of burning passion, like he has to taste all of you before he can be content in life. In return, you can’t kiss him deeply enough either, hold him tightly enough, clinging to him with your whole being.
He tears his lips away from you, leaving a strange void in your chest once he lifts away, an emptiness where his deft mouth was licking into yours just moments before. You’re certainly not disappointed when he presses a single kiss to your navel and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, peeling them off, sliding them down your legs along with your panties.
“You look good all soaking wet.” he purrs, his eyes glued to the glistening slick coating your heat.
You revel in the fact that he can barely tear his eyes away long enough to glance at you, but once he catches sight of your lust-clouded eyes, half-lidded, expectant only for him, he can’t look away, his blue eyes enraptured with the slight drop your jaw makes as his breath fans over you. Almost animalistically, he licks his lips, then yours, tracing the shape of your vulva with the tip of his lithe muscle. Already you’re keening as he languidly works his mouth on your core. He presses a tantalising kitten lick to your clit, causing your legs to instinctively clamp around his head, your thighs trapping his ears. He still doesn’t break eye contact. How he does this, you don’t know, and don’t particularly care to find out right about now, since his eyes are so mesmerising, the different flecks and shades of blue, contrasted with hues of golden green—
Oh Mary sweet Mother of God.
How does he do that? His moustache tickles your swollen pearl as he literally eats you out, no reservations, a full meal to him. His tongue in your cavern, it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever beheld, his doling out of sloppy kisses while you can but watch, grasping onto his hair, threading your fingers through his dark locks, tugging for some semblance of grounding, something to keep you tethered to this realm, because this level of pleasure is unmeasured.
“I think you’re going to ruin me. Am I right?” you gasp, your words cut off when he suckles on your most sensitive spot.
“For every other man?” he purrs, straight into your core. “Absolutely.”
The vibrations are simply heavenly, sending your spare hand flying to the pillow beside you, grasping to it with all you're worth, until your fingers begin to cramp, but not once does his assault on your sensitive heat ease, his eyes smiling at you as though you’re the most beautiful thing in the planet.
You’re close, though, so close, teetering just on the edge of something incredible, something mind blowing, something astronomical. You’re simpering as he nears you closer and closer, every lavish of his tongue within your cavern, every nudge of his nose to your overly sensitive clit…
And Stephen being Stephen, that’s when he decides to pull away, crawling back up your body until he’s laying beside you, the heat welcoming and warm, the heavy weight of his arm slung around your bare waist, his breath fanning over your neck. He begins to lazily brush kisses over your neck, but it’s not enough. Frustrated would be a behemoth understatement.
“Goddamn it, Y/N,” he hums heartily, “you get under my skin like no one else.”
“Yeah?” you retort, not pondering the consequences in your haze of denial and desire, “you quite literally were just under mine, and you didn’t let me cum. Asswipe.”
Heaving a sigh, he rolls away slightly, stopping his sweet show of affections in favour of sulking
“If you’d shut up for one damn second and not insult me, I’d tell you why.”
“Why then, huh?” you square up to him.
The last thing you expect is to be kissed, his scarred hand weaving its way into your hair, pushing your head closer to his. You can feel the heat emanating from his cheeks, from his chest. Who knew heaven would be as hot as hell?
“Because I want the first time I make you come to be around my cock, darling. Okay?” he growls.
Wow. That’s one argument you can get behind, but two can play at his game, so you flutter your lashes and play coy, your most innocent doe-eyes joining your pretty, swollen lips that curl up into the sweetest smile you can manage.
“Okay, Doctor.”
“Fuck me,” he groans, barely audible.
In one movement, you have him pinned beneath you, hands on either side of his head while he’s listless between your legs, cerulean irises fixated on your every perceptible move.
“Only if you ask nicely, Doctor.”
His eyes fly shut, lids squeezed together, his head tossed back into the pillow. That’s when you get to work on his shirt. You grasp the hem with nimble fingers, slowly tugging it up the tanned skin of his torso. He occasionally walks around with just a towel on, like today, but you barely glimpse him before he’s disappearing, and even then he’s moving deftly, muscles contracting and water droplets glistening on the panes of his chest, so you're not entirely sure what you’ll find. You tug it up to his collar bones, and he does the rest, since you can’t help but run your hands all over him. Every inch of flesh you can reach. His body quite frankly ripples, his muscles incredible, and his scars matter no more or no less than ever, because he’s just Stephen and you’re just you, and this is just a moment you’ve caught yourselves in. His skin is burning, begging to be ravished the way he did yours, but you daren’t mess up such a masterpiece.
In an intoxicating kiss, you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling gently as you tug on it, your smirk unwavering yet your eyes as round as saucers.
“You’re heaven.” you whisper.
“You taste like it.”
The blush that dusts your cheeks is undeniable, sprinkling raging droplets of fire that reach the tips of your ears.
You sigh breezily, moving up his hips a little further, thinking aloud at your position, his body all yours, your bare heat hovering his clothed member, rock hard against your bum. “I’ve yearned for this for so long.”
“What, to shag me?”
“No, to finally have you quiet and under my control.”
“I’ve always been under your control,” he tells you earnestly, raising a hand to brush errant locks of hair away from your face, his rough fingers touching your cheek. You nestle into his grip. “Say the word, I’m yours.”
“The magic word?”
“Mhm.”
“Agamotto?” you question bashfully, curling your hair behind your ear.
He splutters a laugh, jolts his body up to meet yours, and kisses you, a searing embrace, his tongue working it’s way back into his mouth. You can still taste yourself on him. Beneath you, however, his length is twitching, begging to be touched.
You stand on your knees, and crawl back down his body, settling yourself on his beefy lower thighs that clench so delectably, setting friction onto your own throbbing core. You unravel the string at the waist, and fumble to get the soft cotton trousers off him, but seem to forget that, well, you’re hindering your own access. He nudges his legs and pelvis up, shucking the material over his bum. The action grazes over your slit in such a way that makes your breath hitch, the mix of the material of his pyjamas, the hair on his leg, and his tensing muscles creating the perfect cocktail of arousal within you, clouding your cognitive processes. He kicks them off, and draws you further up his legs, his member standing proud, brushing against your navel.
Something strange and new stirs deep within you at the sight, a primal need awakened. Sex has never been… this way for you before, this pleasurable, this fun. And as much as you hate to admit it, that’s because of Stephen and his God-like appendage that you’re not even sure will fit.
“Baby, you’re drooling,” he coos in a condescending tone, something that makes you impossibly wetter, “you gonna ride me?”
“Want your hands on me, though,” you softly admit, wrapping your hands over his, moving them to the dip of your waist. Instantly, they take a bruising settle there, but the pinch is so delectable.
Grasping him in your hands is quite the feat, but nonetheless you try, spitting on your palms to give yourself ample slick as you jerk him a couple of times, watching intently how the skin pulls around his member, your brows furrowed at such a simple yet such a beautiful sight. As much as you hate to cede it, he has a fucking incredible dick. He’s allowed to be as cocky as he is.
“If you keep on…”
You know he means for it to be a threat but he sounds so blissed out, his voice gruff and hitting you right at the pit of your belly. He has a point, though, with your fingertips gingerly running up the vein on the underside, your nails grazing tantalisingly over his balls. His slit is already leaking, a bead of pearly-white precum there. He won’t last. Eh, maybe he doesn’t have to be so cocky if such a featherlight touch can drive him to the edge.
His eyes draw yours in and keep their focus as you rise onto your knees and fidget a little closer, your knees scratching on the white sheets. Your brain grows foggy, like the night outside as you tease the head of his dick against your wetness before you gradually lower yourself down.
Birds crow outside, owls cresting their night time lullaby as he enters you, the most delightful harmony. Flickers of twinkling stars can be seen in your periphery through the slit in the plain curtains.
You hiss, but the slight pain of him stretching you simply spurs you further onto him, desperate to engulf him all. Your bum hits his thighs, and that’s when you realise, your breathing shallowed, that he’s balls deep within you.
This is actually happening.
“Fuck,” he mutters letting out the most aching groan yet, throwing his head back into the pillow once more and letting his dark hair flop of its own accord, his hands tangling their way into your hair to pull you down to him.
Your actions start slowly, a small rocking to your hips as you get used to his sheer size filling you to the brim, even the slightest movement causing your walks to tense around the ridges of his dick, rubbing within you so detectably. His breathing increases with every rock, his eager pants and soft pleas filling the air as you begin to speed up, silenced by your lips.
His moans increase once you start to raise yourself up, only to grind back down with purpose. You’re sure your own moans and whimpers are deafening, too. Stephen simply doesn’t know what to do, where to look. His lips attack your neck, moaning into it as he starts to drive himself further and further into your pussy, his hips bucking to meet your movements.
“Stephen,” you squeak as he grazes something special, followed by a shout of, “Fuck!” though that’s more to the stimulation to the precious spot on your neck he seems to be so wantonly attacking, bruising you.
“Tell me—” he orders, pausing to pant between kisses and his frantic movements beneath you, seeking the best position, “what you like.”
“This— fuck just keep doing that!”
His hands on your waist keep guiding your movements, the rotations of your hips, the rise and fall of your body unencumbered, unbound, free to drive him to insanity with your sensuality in this moment.
“Think you can handle that much?” he taunts.
“Just fuck me, Stephen, no restraints, just you.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”
“I don’t care. I need you.” you grit out, whining at the slight still.
You thank whatever deity there is that it’s only very brief before his pace begins to pick up again, your body so malleable despite your being on top. And frankly, you can’t stop the screams that erupt from somewhere deep in your throat, followed by a steady stream of whimpers, your hands curling into his pecs to keep you upright.
“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
“What if I don’t want you to?”
“I don’t care what you want, I’m in charge.”
“Myeh I’m in charge, I’m Doctor Strange, ooooo look at me.” you mimic, challenging him, and his movements stall.
“You’d better watch your fucking mouth.” he spits.
The cock of your head is simply devilish, defiant in every way possible, power surging within your veins as you say, “Or what?”
Regret is instantaneous. You’re not sure why you thought that, if you were on top you’d have the power, because you certainly don't. His hands grasp your hips bruisingly hard, lifting you up before literally impaling you on his dick. His pace soon after is punishing, controlling your every movement so you can barely breathe or see straight, just a rag doll for him to throw about. He reaches new depths you’ve never even found yourself before, all while keeping his tip grazing your g-spot on every stroke, his pelvis meeting your clit on every hit. Your jaw hangs open, and you can’t even help it, merely gripping onto Stephen you’re not sure where for dear life. That’s the ‘or what’.
He’s quite literally ravishing you in a way no one has before. You’re fucking mewling before you can help it. His sudden surge of dominant energy causes you to moan headily, putty within his control. With each upward thrust of his, your hips roll in ways you never knew they could before, offering you new depths of pleasure, rolling more arousal from your core.
‘Rough’ was never a word you’d have used to describe the astute, precautious Dr Stephen Strange before, but with the sheer strings of profanity leaving his perfect, plump lips as he takes you wholly, it’s certainly up there with adjectives to describe the supreme sorcerer.
“Fucking hell you’re so good,” he praises, “shit— squeezing me so well.”
“Stephen…” you plead. You can’t care that you’re begging, not with the wash of pleasure trickling down your spine, a building climax within the pit of your stomach, ready to split at any second.
You lean forwards daringly, connecting your lips in a clash of teeth and tongues, a tango of passion, desire, sheer unadulterated need
“Want your hands on me,” you moan, whine, beg. Your words come out in broken fragments in between slathering kisses, your body bouncing.
“No you don’t. I promise you don’t.” he refutes, cut off by a deep groan.
He doesn’t stop pounding into you, your one hand moving to cling around the back of his neck, your other with your nails digging into his flesh, grazing over his nipples; anything to keep you half steady.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do. I like your hands.”
“I don’t— fucking hell.”
“And I don’t care. Please touch me, just run your fingers over me, palm at my tits, anything, I don’t care. I just need your hands on me.” Tears begin to well in your eyes before you can help it, a feeble squeak when his thick tip drives into that spongy spot deep within that has your toes curling, his vein squeezed by the slight ridges within you. “Please.”
He sighs, cut off by a growl, holding his hands out before him, removing them from their hold on your waist. “These things?”
“Yes!” you shout in response, both to the stimulation on your clit from his pelvis and his rhetorical question. “Those ‘things’ that wield so much power. Such ability for pleasure. Doctor.”
That seems to be what does it, a gasping groan leaving him, taking incentive. His scarred finger begins to brush up your stomach, the dip of your hips, pinching your tattoos. His palms splay over your boobs kneading the flesh, eyes as wide as saucers, mesmerised by the way they bounce in his hand, your peaked buds caught under the rough pads of his thumbs. He runs his hands across your whole body, your back, shoulders, arms, savouring every inch of flesh he can reach as your back arches with waves of pleasure above him, thrusting your chest further out as your head lulls backwards and your mouth falls open in a silent ‘o’. When he seems satisfied enough, they travel to your ass, squeezing your cheeks, his hold bruising.
He’s enthralled by every movement you make, his blue eyes staring at you, fixed so intently, the intensity sparking something to life in your belly. You draw your lip between your teeth before leaning down to kiss him, his mouth devouring yours hotly, his lips almost burning on yours, chapped skin massaging yours. While he has you there, his grip on your ass increases, and he begins to go harsher.
“Baby,” you hiss before you can help it.
Skin slaps against skin, you’re just there for him, feeling every jolt of his body so thoroughly beneath you. He swallows your moans, and you swallow his, before detaching and moving your lips to his jaw instead, kissing along the sharp bone gently. He’s fucking you so hard, so meaningfully, you’re going to be aching for days.
“Look at me,” he demands, “look.”
You do, but you’re in such a haze that you only manage to actually see into the crystal orbs once he grasps your skin between his scarred fingers, one of which you press your lips to, swirling the tip of your tongue around the digit.
“No, no darling, I need my hand for this.”
Doe-eyed, you let his finger go with a pop, but follow his hand where it goes, trailing down to your lower stomach. His fingers tentatively press over a blossoming bulge there, one that grows every time you sink down onto him, and then his palm presses down, causing you to scream a little, a pleasurable sort of pain.
“You feel that?” you nod. “That’s where I am, so deep inside you.”
The stream of expletives you moan is utterly unholy, in need of censorship. Never before have you imagined this, anyone being so deep inside they’re bulging against your belly…
“Nobody does it like you do.” you whine, bouncing up and down on him at an inhuman speed, nearing climax more and more, still holding back despite it all, despite the pressure building right where his tip grazes.
“I taste you on my tongue. Still,” he confesses, licking into your mouth filthily so you can taste it too.
“Stephen, I’m gonna—” you can’t finish your sentence, as you’re finishing in other ways, the pressure on your g-spot and the brush on your clit and the intense penetration too much for you to handle amongst his piercing blue stare.
You can’t hold the inevitable tide back anymore, clamping and clenching around him, causing him to emit a guttural, feral moan, clamping his teeth down on your shoulder, his cry resonating through your entire being. It’s a pleasurable ache, but a mark you’ll struggle to hide. This spurs you on further, your entire body pulsing, limbless. You’re whimpering amidst your screams of pleasure, cries so pornographic they startle you. That’s when the world slows, and you feel his thumb pressing harshly into your clit, his other hand pinching your nipple, tweaking it fervently.
The hot white wash of euphoria sends you to heaven and shooting through the stars in a split second elongated by the prolonged, unceasing pressure in your bundle of nerves, keeping you in uncontrollable bliss for you’re not sure how long. Your entire body is electrified, stars dancing on your skin like droplets of Elysian sun, shocking your nerves into a tingling sensation, heavy limbs filled with ecstasy filled blood. The world around you faded long ago, replaced by his beautiful hands and his kiss intoxicating you, explosions of delightful rapture filling your earthly being. In all fairness, you wouldn’t be surprised if, when you opened your eyes, you were in your astral form, on absolute cloud nine, or in another realm entirely. Maybe you’re simply in paradise, your sorcery skills having transported you there of their own volition.
Somewhere in your elation, Stephen comes too, filling you up entirely, warm stickiness painting your inner walls and beginning to trickle out, down your thighs and onto his, melding the two of you together further. Was his orgasm as incredible as yours? Like a hundred put together? Stars plucked from the sky and morphed into a single climax just for the pair of you? Because if he shared it, there’s no way you’re not doing this again, that much you can bank on.
It takes a while for you to come around enough to flutter your eyes open, only to find your chest almost pressed fully against Stephen’s, his arms around you entirely, your harsh breathing in sync. A veil of sweat gleans on your skin, gathering between your breasts, moving up and down hastily with your ragged breaths. He’s covered in a similar sheen, his abs and forehead, the ripples of his biceps as you hold him, feebly pushing yourself half upright.
The last thing you expect while basking in the afterglow, desperate to just catch your breath is for him to lick a blood stripe from the tattoo at the side of your ribs, around the underside off your one boob, and to then suckle tiredly on the rune nestled between your tits, but apparently...
“What’s that for?”
“Love your tattoos. So sexy.”
That’s something you’re never gonna let him forget, and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s also going to beg for you to get more. You find yourself giggling, the sweet bubbling of it in your throat. It comes out as an airy sound, endearing Stephen.
“What?”
“Oh my God, you’re so much better than the last person I was with.” you sigh, flopping down next to him.
“And you, bloody hell.”
“We should do this again.”
“We definitely should.”
His hand flies out to rest on your stomach, linking your fingers with his, watching you conspicuously from the corner of his eye.
“Hey, you okay?” he asks, concern betrayed in his tone and the crinkle of his nose.
“Yeah, just might be a bit sore.”
He shrugs his shoulders softly, and you chuckle, “You told me to give it all I’ve got. I think I’m rather spent now, though.”
“So spent. God, is this what overstimulation feels like? How can something be so nice and so achy all at once?”
“That’s how my cock feels, Y/N. You milked me for all I’m worth.”
“Don’t be so crude!”
“I’ll be what I like, baby, and right now I’m going to be bossy. Go to the restroom, I’ll be waiting when you come out.” A mischievous grin creeps its way onto his face, watching you struggle as he sneers, “try to walk in a straight line, sweetheart.”
You offer him your middle finger as you stagger to your feet, clutching onto every piece of furniture along the way. It’s strange to be so naked around him, nothing to shield you from his stare that follows you, right from the bed until you disappear into the bathroom. While there, you glance at your dishevelled state in the mirror. Small hickeys litter your skin, hand prints lying lightly, but the most noticeable things are the signs of affection around your tattoos. Bite marks, finger prints, blossoming bruises. He’s an absolute scamp. You take the opportunity to run a brush through your hair and tap some balm onto your lips.
Your steps are a little more shy on the scratchy, grey carpet as you step out again, taking strides as wide as you can before all but throwing yourself onto your side of the bed.
“Here,” he says, smiling at you in that sweet, closed-mouth way he does, the apples of his cheeks glowing.
In his outstretched hand is his pyjama shirt, creased from your clutching to it. You take it, the soft material limp in your hands, but it simply radiates ‘Stephen.’ You tug it on over your head, unfazed when it hits your mid thigh.
“Looks good on you. Come here.”
You don’t mind his commands for once, and happily shuffle in beside him, instantly curling into his side. Heat radiates from his body, and only when you sling your one leg over his thigh do you realise he’s put his pyjamas back on, the bottoms at least. His arm winds around your shoulder, and perhaps in a feat of confidence, he starts to brush his forefinger up and down the skin of your arm, rising goose bumps in its wake. You could just stay this way forever.
A strange thought brews in the back of your mind, and you almost can’t help but to blurt it out, “Did you want me to call you 'Daddy?' Is that why you asked about the song earlier?”
A subdued nature overtakes him, his voice becoming shy as he murmurs, “Maybe. I like ‘Doctor’ too.”
You roll closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso.
“Maybe next time,” you tease courageously, kissing his neck softly. “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”
“Tomorrow, baby, I’m tired enough to sleep at last.”
It really is an ‘at last’ type situation, and definitely more than three hours since you arrived at this place with the intention of crashing straight away. Well, it was your intention. His? You’re not entirely sure, an inkling nagging at the back of your mind. Not that you particularly care after the mind blowing shag, but...
“We could’ve portalled back, couldn’t we?” Nervously, he nods. “So this was a ploy to get me to shag you?” He nods again, blue eyes glittering, and you simply scoff at him, holding him closer under the duvet. “Cheeky little shit, Doctor.”
His low laugh rumbles through your whole being, sending more heat flooding through you. “But then again, maybe it’s best if we don’t go home. What’ll they say about us?”
“They’ll congratulate me for finally growing the balls to fuck you.” he deadpans, and you kiss his jawline once more, snorting a little laugh.
You reach out to switch the light off and instantly embed yourself in his comfort again, revelling in your synced breathing and the gentle rise of his chest against your cheek, the stolen whispers and the gentle way he kisses your hairline, so sweet in contrast to his earlier dominance.
Sleep is, rightfully, dragging you both under, your eyelids heavy at last. All you feel is him, the steady thrum of his heart, the tender run of his scarred fingers up and down your arm and spine, sparks shooting through you. Your sleepy state, however, also lowers your already dangerously thin inhibitions, and that’s why you can’t stop yourself saying—before you succumb—your most peculiar thought from the whole night, his half lidded startling baby blues trained on the barely perceptible movement of your lips.
“Hey, reckon we could have sex in our astral forms?”
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“I’m so close with him. We’ve stayed in touch over the years but we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. And as it got closer and closer to the shoot (…) Once Hayden was on board, he was in LA and we met. It was during the lockdown. We met in Santa Monica in a park. We both walked along with our masks on outdoor. We had this long catch-up, it was so lovely.”
“It’s just been years since we actually saw each other, not for any other reason than just […] locations. You know, I was here and he was in Canada. But I love him so much and we have a special bond from making two of those first three films together.”
- Ewan McGregor on working with Hayden Christensen again for “Obi-Wan Kenobi” (x)
No one asked for these, and no one should again. These are just my cream of the top fics I’ve read throughout the last two years, and I hope everyone enjoys. I’ll be posting Naruto, Soukoku, Wolfstar, Klance, and more.
Drarry
My literal favorite:
Twist of Fate - From 4th year on, this fic definitely explores the world of Drarry, as it’s about falling in love, forgetting, and then falling all over again.
Tags: Smut. Enemies to Tentative Friends to Lovers. Secret Relationship. Cannon-divergent. Starts At 4th Year. Cedric Is In This. Coming out.
Word Count: 302,209
Temptation on the Warfront - Draco joins the Order in hopes of protecting his mother. Joining the Golden Trio in the hunt for horcruxes, he and Harry resolve unfinished feelings that finally go from hate to undeniable love.
Tags: Smut. Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Cannon-divergent.
Word Count: 180,305
Normal Gems:
Balance, Imperfect - After Harry gets injured and is crippled in an Auror mission, he falls into despair from losing the life had so deeply loved. That’s where his healer comes in, a snarky, ex school rival in the beautiful encarnation of Draco Malfoy.
Tags: Healer!Draco. Smut. Physical Injury. Post-War. Cannon-divergent.
Word Count: 91,000
A Wonderful Life - Draco Malfoy is put with an impossible job. Get Harry Potter in an inside interview on the five year anniversary of Voldermort. He’s freaking out. Meanwhile, Harry dreams of finding a man to love. Maybe the two get their agendas to match.
Tags: Journalist!Draco. Auror!Potter Post-War. Cannon-divergent. Pinning. No Smut.
Word Count: 13,657
The Boy and the Sleeping Prince - The two end up crossing paths as Harry grows tired of his life as an Auror and decides to make a change. Things lead to another, and they’re stuck in the magical world of a children’s book. Literally.
Tags: Author!Draco. Illustrator!Harry. Post-War. Cannon-divergent. No Smut. Adventure. Fairytale.
Word Count: 26,689
Running on Air - Draco Malfoy is missing and has been for the last three years. Harry Potter gets the cold case, and as he goes on his journey to find him, he starts falling in love with the bits and pieces he finds.
Tags: Auror!Harry. Harry and Ginny are married. Draco is divorced. No children. Mystery. Romance. No Smut.
Word Count: 74,875
Proving a Theory - 11 years after the battle of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy decides he wants to try. Harry Potter is oblivious. And all they’re doing is proving a theory.
Tags: POV Harry Potter. Post-Battle. No Smut. Awkward Flirting.
Word Count: 29,024
Qye - Harry Potter was cursed with a scar after Voldemort was destroyed. The story goes as it’s told. Sirius is separated from him. Pettigrew fakes his death. Harry is with the Dursleys. But then he becomes five years old, and something in him changes. And the rest of his story does as well.
Tags: Dark Harry Potter. Smut in the third part. Original Characters. Vampires. Slow Build and Slow Burn.
Word Count: (a) 46,514 (b) 161,754
Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm - It’s been eleven years since the end of the war, and Draco Malfoy leads a perfectly quiet life. That is, until a sudden Veela awakening that gets him to start needing to feed the boy-who-lived, Harry Fucking Potter.
Tags: Veela!Draco. Auror!Harry. Veela Mates. Smut. Mental Health Issues. Draco Cooks. Food. Romance. Harry Raises Teddy In This One. Post-War. Fuck The Epilougue.
Word Count: 104,357
Insecurities Abound - 8th year students struggle to get back into school after the war. Hogwarts begins a pen-pal exchange with magical journals. Draco and Harry find each other, even if they didn’t mean to at all.
Tags: 8th Year. Post-War. Hedwig is Alive. Smut. It’s Kinky Smut. Therapy. PTSD. Ronald Weasely Is Not Nice In This One.
Word Count: 76,283
Mental - Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter come back to school after the war. Neville Longbottom has a magical slip up. Draco and Harry end up mentally bonded. It’ll take a few months to fix it.
Tags: 8th Year. Post-War. Magical Accidents. Falling In Love. Smut. These Two Are Bitter Bitches. HEDWIG IS ALIVE.
Word Count: 186,678
This Is Never Happening Again - These two don’t get along any better than they used to. The only difference is that they keep hooking up.
Tags: Post-War. Auror Training. Smut. Harry Wants More. Draco Acts Like This Is The Last Time They Have Sex. It’s Not.
Word Count: 32,126
How I Met Your Father - Harry tells his children how he came to meet Draco Malfoy again. The story is just a little bit long.
Tags: Post-War. Slow burn. Falling In Love. No Smut. Draco Malfoy Is Strangely Wise.
Word Count: 95,500
The Ties That Bind - After Andromeda’s death, Harry and Draco share custody over Teddy. They decide it’s best they live together to raise him.
Tags: Post-War. Teddy Is Great. Parenting. Guardians. Slow Burn. Romance. No Smut.
Word Count: 60,700
One Shots -
All Roads Lead Home - Draco’s path stumbles into Molly Weasley’s. How that connected to her inviting him to eat with them at Christmas, he still doesn’t know.
Tags: Post-War. Draco POV. Weasley Family. Harry Is A Baby. But They Find A Way To Each Other.
Word Count: 14,991
Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner - Harry brings his boyfriend to dinner with his parents. James Potter reacts as well as expected.
Tags: The Potters Are Alive. Harry and Draco Are Already A Thing. Lily Is God.
Word Count: 5,098
The Cruise - Ronald Weasly must save his best friend from a bad boyfriend. So he pays for a cruise.
Tags: Draco Is A Comedian. Literally. Harry Is Seduced By Someone Funny. Guess Who.
Word Count: 10,285
Here We Stand - Draco walks into an argument between Harry and Ginny. That somehow leads to him becoming Harry’s confidant.
Tags: 8th year. Draco Has Matured. Harry and Ginny Are A Thing. Harry Falls For Draco Instead.
Word Count: 5,358
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