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 thatās essentially erased Draco Malfoy from his mind despite a wedding band and shared home.
In 2000, Draco had expected Pansyās 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 isnāt 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. Whatās 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 jokingā¦
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-cissaā (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 ā Harry seems to have it all, until a Quidditch accident ends his career. Lost and without purpose, Harryās life is lonely until a surprising event brings him to Dracoās doorā¦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 Dracoās 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 itāand also teach Samantha how to control a power that's becoming more dangerous by the dayāwill Harry's truths become too much to handle? And will whateverās 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 Malkinās and instantly take a liking to each other. Just kidding. They donāt, 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 thatās what the papers said. Theyād 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 canāt 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, thereās 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. Itās obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Dracoās never been able to back down from a challengeā¦ 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 isnāt 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. Harryās life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment. ~~~ Or, the one where Harryās 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 Potterās 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 Lordās return to power. If it were anyone else, Draco would have no problem turning them over to the Death Eaters, but thereās something about this certain bespectacled idiot that has him questioning everything heās 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. Heād 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 ā 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 wonāt leave Draco the bloody hell alone, wonāt 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 Dracoās cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think ofāPotter. 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 whatās expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledoreās Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his fatherās example as he grows into his own man rather than his fatherās shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harryās 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 doesnāt have much of a choice in the matter.
Graceless Heart by @orange-peonyā (132k)
Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Placeāwhich feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he wonāt ask for help, and he still canāt 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 intimateā¦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 heās forced to live. Heās 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 doesnāt 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 attentionāone of the only things that ever hasāis 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.
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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 thatās essentially erased Draco Malfoy from his mind despite a wedding band and shared home.
In 2000, Draco had expected Pansyās 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 isnāt 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. Whatās 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 jokingā¦
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-cissaā (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 ā Harry seems to have it all, until a Quidditch accident ends his career. Lost and without purpose, Harryās life is lonely until a surprising event brings him to Dracoās doorā¦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 Dracoās 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 itāand also teach Samantha how to control a power that's becoming more dangerous by the dayāwill Harry's truths become too much to handle? And will whateverās 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 Malkinās and instantly take a liking to each other. Just kidding. They donāt, 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 thatās what the papers said. Theyād 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 canāt 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, thereās 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. Itās obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Dracoās never been able to back down from a challengeā¦ 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 isnāt 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. Harryās life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment. ~~~ Or, the one where Harryās 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 Potterās 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 Lordās return to power. If it were anyone else, Draco would have no problem turning them over to the Death Eaters, but thereās something about this certain bespectacled idiot that has him questioning everything heās 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. Heād 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 ā 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 wonāt leave Draco the bloody hell alone, wonāt 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 Dracoās cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think ofāPotter. 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 whatās expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledoreās Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his fatherās example as he grows into his own man rather than his fatherās shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harryās 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 doesnāt have much of a choice in the matter.
Graceless Heart by @orange-peonyā (132k)
Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Placeāwhich feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he wonāt ask for help, and he still canāt 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 intimateā¦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 heās forced to live. Heās 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 doesnāt 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 attentionāone of the only things that ever hasāis 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.
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Rewatched the prequels at the beginning of the pandemic, became obsessed with the Obi-WanāAnakin dynamic pretty much the second AOTC started. By the time I got to the Sceneā¢ļø 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 š
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 Iām indecisive and love fanfic?
My AnankÄ by @intermundia ššš Professor AU my beloved!! Gorgeous characterization, steaming hot sexā¦Iāve reread this one eight million times
The Devilās 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 canāt 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 Palpatineā¦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 canāt 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!!
iām 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 ā LMAO two hours later i am FOR SURE dividing this into parts
canonAU here means itās pre-ROTS and/or Anakin doesnāt 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! donāt think there couldāve been a better fic to start me off than than this series. A++ writing and characterization. ā„ļø š¦
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 @sassyresacon1990ā, 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, š³
Out of the Bag by RagnarLothcat,Ā 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 ksjdkshdkjhsš„
All I Want For Christmas byĀ RagnarLothcat, 9k M, nonSW AU, !!!! OBI WAN IS HORNY AND ANAKIN IS SHY AND ALSO HORNY and its SO GOODš¦ā„ļø
burn every bridge but please leave me a boat by tennessoui @tennessouiā, 8k nc17, padawan Obi-Wan Master Anakin, š³š¦ā„ļø
letās get your fingers tangled in my hair by tennessoui, 6k Mature, AU King Obi-Wan, Jedi Anakin, arranged marriage sorta?? š„
almost could have been strangers again by tennessoui, 5k mature, nonSW AU, ahhhhh š
the enemy of my enemy is mine by tennessoui, 5k nc17, sith!obikin š¦ā„ļø
put your money where your mouth is byĀ tennessoui, 5k pg13, anakin is cursed and obi-wan gets everyone and their mom to kiss him awake jsjsjsjsjs bestestššš
that mouth of yours looks like it gets you into trouble by tennessoui, 5k M, basically a truth serumed Obi-Wan š
we walk among the clouds in the sky byĀ tennessoui, 5k pg13, AU, i could read 70k of this
when all we have are shadows byĀ tennessoui, 8k nc17, nonSW AU, so much pining such dumbasses SO GOOD š„
lost to a sea of troubles byĀ tennessoui, 8k nc17, OH HO HOOOOOO
the size of the fight in the dog by tennessoui,10k nc17, canonAU, ATTEMPTED SEDUCTION BY ANAKIN šš¦ā„ļø
10 to 20k
what tomorrow may bring, what tomorrow may carry away byĀ Ā tennessoui,12k M, king Obi-Wan and sorta creature/enslaved Anakin, š
Donāt be afraid. by spqr @andthepeopleā, 12k, pg13, padawan Obi-Wan, master Anakin, absolutely FABULOUS ā„ļø
love is a battlefield (not a one-night stand) by izazov, 16k pg13, canonAU, AHHHHH AHHHH ahhhhh AHHHš„š so many feelings SO MANY
Gray Matter byĀ unfortunate17 @unfortunate17ā, 16k M, canonAU, BODYSWAP!!!!!!!!!! š„š„
In The Afterglow byĀ unfortunate17 @unfortunate17ā, , 12k nc17, canonAU āobi-wan loses his memory anakin loses his mindā 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
thereās some things i gotta say (get it off my chest and hope itāll be okay) by Resacon1990 @sassyresacon1990ā, 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 couldāve been a better fic to start with this pairing ā„ļø
ambrosia by demi_faeĀ @rynae-reblogsā , 24k nc17, canonAU idiots to lovers ksjdfkjsh
Nor the Suns Themselves Brighter by glimmerglanger, 27k M, non Jedi Anakin, STUNNING just fully š„š„š„ā„ļø
30 to 50k
parks & recreation by luckee and septemberist, 32k nc17, nonSW AU, professor Obi-Wan, park ranger and hermit Anakin, š„š¦
pretty bird and the mob boss by tennessoui, 33k nc17, nonSW AU, !!!!!!!!! everything about this!!!!!!!!!!āØš„ā„ļø
Invictus by Himboskywalker @himboskywalker , 40k, nc17, canonAU, the Force ships it!āØ
50 to 75k
Master Mine by skyl_tales, 55k nc17, deaged Obi-Wan which brings about a role reversal - judging by the hits i donāt even really need to say anything but !!! if you havenāt read this? READ THIS š¦
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 ficsĀ š
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 Ćterna by obiwanobi, 5k, PG13, AU - thereās still the Force, still Jedi, and i am not telling you more because itās OH SO GOOD. loved the way it was written and plotted and loved the reveal, just absolutely yes š š
This Was Obi-Wan by Himboskywalker @himboskywalkerā, 6k, NC17, OBI-WAN HAS A BIG DICK and Anakin sort of loses his mind over it, we all know how this goes donāt we š„š¦Ā š„š¦Ā
yesterdayās jam by y0u_idjits, 6k, PG13, AU - modern setting, think IT crowd, itās 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 š
cute guy, fast car, iām all yours by wanderlove, 7k, NC17, AU - modern setting, OHH HO HOOOO š¦ š„š¦Ā
Magnets by secretsolarsystem, 9k, NC17, SITH OBI-WAN, donāt you just love him, i sure do š³š
Something to Talk About by RagnarLothcat @ragnarlothcatā, 9k, NC17, HO HO HOOOOOOOOOOOO, everything about this, EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS is just stunning, i love it byeššš
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, LOVELYš
Give them blood by Himboskywalker, 10k, NC17, vampire!obi-wan, blood drinkingš„š¦Ā š³
We Were Younger in Our Daydreams by wickersnap, 10k, NC17, female anakin, 5+1, ahhh š
dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, 10k, NC17, Anakin has a wet dream about Obi-Wan, chaos ensues. Idiots to lovers pspsps šš³š
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10 to 20k
Eternally Beloved by izazov, 12k, Mature, MIND THE TAGS (im saying this because i fully didnāt 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, itās so!!!!!!! Ahhhh š
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 š
Good Form by ranianke, š„š¦ 15k, NC17, ANAKIN AND OBIWAN MAKE A PORNO BYE
I Melt With You by disast3rtransp0rt, 16k, mature, AU, !!!! honestlyyyyyyy love love love š
Your Presents is Requested by edge_of_night, 17k, G, AU - modern setting, christmas fluff ;_;
āāSomething 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 twinsā teacher, SO GOOD SO HOT SO FLUFFYšā„ļø
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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 !!!!!!!!!!! š„
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 !!!!!š„
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!!!!!! šā„ļø
dreams of summer by elysianprince, 35k, NC17, hopeless romantic anakin, flower crowns and soulmate dreams and just an all around wonderful story ahhhh š
Ć 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 ā„ļø
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 šš¦ā„ļø
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, thereās no denying it, and the only thing to possibly make it worse?
āCāmon, thereās a place not far away,ā Stephen snaps at you, cajoling.
āWhy canāt we just portal back?ā you ask, uncaring of your tone, how brisk you are.
āBecause we canāt. Shut up.ā
And you do. Heās been grating on your nerves for this whole mission. It wasnāt 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 donāt use your powers, save for impending doom. And you have to grant it to Stephen, he knows what heās doing, and heās admirable with it. The way he carries his title, so graciously aids those who need him, all with a stoic resolve. Heās a good sorcerer, thatās an irrefutable fact, and you wouldnāt be this far without him.
Still, doesnāt 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 Stephenās mundane clothes, sheltering him from view ever so slightly, walking a few paces in front of you.
It doesnāt 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.
āāScuse me, please can I book a room for tonight?ā he says, each word articulated to its fullest.
āHow many people, Sir?ā
He casts a glance towards you, rolls those pretty blue eyes of his, and looks back. āTwo.ā
āWhat kind of room would you like, sir?ā
āOne with two beds, I donāt care about the cost.ā
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 canāt give you what you want, you know exactly whatās coming.
āSorry sir, we only have rooms with one bed available. I can get you one with a couch if thatās better?ā
Stephen grinds his ridiculously defined jaw so aggressively, you can almost hear the bones crunching, grating together.
āYouāre small, you take the couch,ā he hisses, the comment directed at you before gulping down a breath, straightening his resolve, and meeting the clerkās gaze. āThatāll do.ā 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 heās 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. Stephenās 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 doesnāt actually seem to have a front to it, but thereās an ironing board you wonāt useābut Stephen probably willāand 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 wouldnāt even get your torso on there comfortably. Itās a decent room, not to your taste but nice enough, and clean, your main query.
āIāll take the first shower,ā 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. Youāre 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 hasnāt even begun.
While heās 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 chiselledāno surprise thereābut from what you can see, heās scarred too, his tan skin worn and cut in places it shouldnāt be. Still, his hands are covered in a towel that heās rubbing through his charcoal hair, even when he brings it down, youāre not even allowed to catch a glimpse of his bare fingers, the cloth shielding them.
āItās free.ā
āI can see that, thanks Mr Obvious.ā
He offers you a saccharine smile, āThatās Dr Obvious to you, rookie.ā
āMyehhh,ā 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, youāre 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 youāve been avoiding a while, youāre 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 songāinstinct, you guess, an earworm, a good song with infectious lyrics and a strong tune. Youāll be over it in a week.
āDo you?ā Stephen suddenly asks, appearing from around the wall.
You gasp in surprise, your reverie snapped. Heās 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.
āWhat?ā
His exasperated sigh fills your brain with naught but aggravation. How can one person be so anxious and annoying?
āThat song you were playing, itās called Daddy Issues. Do you have them?ā
A soft chuckle leaves your lips, tossing your hair around, running your fingers through the locks. āDoesnāt everyone?ā
āNo.ā
You donāt even bother to deadpan him for more than a split second before youāre pushing past him, your shoulder bumping his bicep again, and youāre shifting over to the desk area, where you lay out your moisturiser and hairbrush.
āWell, statistically, more than fifty percent of people doā"
āJust be quiet Stephen. Get ready for bed.ā
He bares his teeth, but obliges, and within half an hour, youāre 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.
āIām not taking the couch,ā you warn, āitās bloody tiny.ā
āI donāt expect you to, and this bed is bigger than I anticipated, so I suppose we can share if you stick to your side.ā
You grumble, making strange whining noises to piss him off momentarily, āWhat do you propose, a pillow wall?ā
āYes, actually,ā he says, āthat sounds rather practical.ā
āWhy? Itās not like Iām gonna try and cuddle you or hold your hand or anything. Youāre not my type anyway, God.ā
āAlmost, but not quite.ā he snarks.
āCould you be any more conceited, Strange?ā
āYes. But, just lie down, Iām tired and canāt be arsed to hear your whining all night. No touching.ā
āWouldnāt dream of it, asshat.ā
You draw back your side of the duvet and slide beneath, curling your toes at the cold weight of it, your back to Stephenās. Thereās so much space between the two of you itās 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. Heās abnormally tall, his feet are probably dangling off the end, too.
āIs this about your hands?ā you whisper, barely heard over the deafening silence crashing around in both of your ears, āor your scars? If so Iā I donāt mind, Iām not in any position to judge.ā
āShut. Up.ā he enunciates.
āDude, itās okay.ā
āItās also none of your fucking business.ā
Oh heās seething. Heās fucking hilarious when heās 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. Thatās exactly whatās happening now, you can feel the shift of the bed next to you, hear every tiny movement.
āIām not trying to pry, just curious.ā
āWell, 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 mustā¦ look like.ā
āYeah,ā you breathe, an inflection of compassion in your tone, āand I donāt give a shit. I hate you no less.ā
He allows a breathy chuckle out, one of the lightest sounds youāve ever heard from him, nothing derisive in it, no spite or teasing, just a small laugh. āHate me all you want. I know Iām right.ā
āAbout what?ā
āYou donāt want to see me.ā
Itās 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. āNight, Stephen. Thanks for this.ā you bid.
āNight, Y/N.ā
And you still into a horrible, dense silence, the darkness of the room overwhelming your senses. If you sleep a wink like this, youāll be lucky.
ā
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. Youāre cold, incredibly uncomfortable, and the pillow is too cold, but you darenāt move it, lest you disturb the wrath of Stephen.
Fuck it, you tell yourself. You wonāt lie on the ridge of a hard mattress all night just because heās 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?
āStephen?ā you husk, your voice full of surprise. āCouldnāt sleep?ā
You reach over and flick your bedside lamp on, fluffing your pillow and turning to him.
āNo. Why did you do that?ā
āWhy did I do what, roll over in bed and accidentally brush your hands?ā
āYes.ā he says, teeth gritted.
āDonāt be such a twat, whatās the big deal anyway?ā you ask, a throwaway comment, but the way he gulps, his blue eyes so full of anxiety, you know well enough what it is. āStrange, I didnāt meanāā
āIt doesnāt matter.ā
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. Heās asking for it. In one swift move, the duvet is folded back, and youāre 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, theyāre not pretty, no scars are, but they arenāt as repulsive as he makes them out to be. Theyāre endearing, unique, and show heās a Goddamn fighter. Maybe youād be more inclined to work with him if he hadnāt 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. Thereās an expectant pause, like heās waiting for you to say something, but for once, youāre lost for words.
āIāll sleep on the couch.ā he says, wholly tugging away from you.
āWhy, Stephen? Why are you being so pretentious and callous? Canāt we share a bed without it being fuckinā weird?ā you demand, hitting a fist against the pillow childishly.
āNo.ā
He shifts his pyjama bottoms awkwardly when he catches another peek of your skināyour upper arm this time, a swirl of inkāand 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 heās going to be that obtuse, youāre gonna let him.
ā
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, youāre still unable to sleep, simply staring at the dull white ceiling, your fingers linked and resting over your steadily rising chest. Youād 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, theyāre all at the Sanctum. Youāre 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 awayāor perhaps it's just having him in the room. Somehow, you don't know which is worse.
āStephen,ā you tentatively call out, your sound swallowed by the reverberating night. āAre you awake?ā
āYes. Why?ā he replies in his typical abrupt nature.
āJust wondered. Iām cold, can you come sit?ā
āNo.ā
This time you donāt 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. Itās 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 isnāt fair. Still, doesnāt stop you from having a hearty chuckle to yourself.
āYouāre so fucking uncomfortable over there and donāt try to deny it. Get your ass into bed with me. Now.ā
Heās not used to you being bossy, no one is. As he so constantly reminds you, youāre just a rookie, you donāt bark orders, and only occasionally lend a snarky comment. He likes those best, no matter how much he tries to feign it.
āCan you tolerate me enough to just lie in bed with me?ā you tease, hearing his footsteps padding on the carpeted floor.
āTo say I ātolerate youā is a vast overstatement.ā
āThanks, Doc.ā you reply sardonically, rolling your eyesāplayfully this timeāand 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 heās 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 donāt mean to, but youāre stretching, and just trying to find a good position, when your hand accidentally grazesā¦
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.
āIs this why you didnāt wanna sleep in the bed? Because youāve got a boner?ā you ask, slyly.
āDonāt talk about it.ā he growls in warning.
āWhy? Secret stash of porn up there in that eidetic brain of yours?ā
āCould you be more oblivious?ā he says under his breath.
Turning onto his side, he pushes you away, prying your arm from him.
āMyeh could you beeee more oblivious, Y/N?ā 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 heās offering you his bodily warmth so you donāt feel so alone in such an unfamiliar place.
āItās fine if you do have a boner. For all I care, go sort it out. Human nature, buddy.ā you quip, turning on your own side, almost half way into the bed, his body within touching distance, breathing distance. āI am curious, though, why didnāt you just say so? Or wear baggier pants? Men, youāre all the same, so fuckinā annoying. Contrary doesnāt even begināā
You donāt have a chance to finish your arsey statement before heās right there, his hot breath fanning your face hovering above you, his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you in.
āYou think you know everything, huh? I bet youād really love to know what got me so riled up.ā he growls, his face lowering to your neck, the juncture of your shoulder, his lips barely brushing the skin there before heās taking a deep inhale; animalistic, almost.
Thereās no denying that his actions send heat flooding to your core. Frankly, you wouldnāt 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...
āYouāre so fucking insolent. Maybe if you hadnāt been such a bratty bitch then I mightāve 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 youāre dressed in every layer of robe under the sun I canāt keep my eyes off you. You should see how damn hard I struggle to keep my hands to myself, even these Goddamn lumps.ā
His fists clench next to your head, shifting your head on the pillow. His eyes burn sapphire. Youāre not one for āskimpyā 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 heās been watching you, his criticisms have been his manner of flirting, his hiding his own shield. As sweet as that is, thereās something very hard urgently poking at your thigh, something you should probably see to...
āFucking hell, Stephen, just kiss me.ā
After so much waiting, he really doesnāt 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 heās wanted to do this for.
It doesnāt take long for his hands to stray, his palms skimming down your burning flesh, goose bumps rising in his wake.
āOff.ā 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.
āNo bra?ā
āMaybe I wanted to tease you too.ā 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. Youāre 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. Youāre 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, heās had his thinned eyes focussed on you, silently working his way down your body.
āI canāt wait to put bruises all over that pretty, unblemished skinā¦ā he murmurs, vibrations shooting through you like a meteor shower. You donāt realise why heās training off until his baby blues arenāt locked on your eyes anymore. āIs that a tattoo?ā
Not the time, but your cheeks begin to burn red, drawing a blush onto your skin.
āI asked you a question, is that a tattoo?ā Heās more solemn this time, commanding your full attention so naturally. Unable to control your voice, you offer him a nod, your eyes wide. āWhen did you get this? Oh, my God.ā
āBā before I came to the Sanctum. I have more, if you like them.ā
āFuck,ā he blasphemes, running a hand over his face. Is heā¦ flustered? āWhere? Show me.ā
Who wouldāve guessed he has a thing for tattoos? Itās not like youāre covered, just the odd few: one on your hip, one in between your ribs, one on your back. Youāre surprised he hasnāt noticed the few at the tops of your arms yet. You adjust your positioning and show him what he wants: heās damn near salivating, his fingers toying with his beard as he grows impossibly harder against your leg.
āDo you have a thing for tattoos? Do you like girls with ink all over their skin?ā
āStop,ā he whines, imploring, ādonāt, Iāll finish too fast if you keep on.ā
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.
āThese walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.ā he whispers, and continues his actions, prying your hand away with one of his, and not flinching when you begin to hold it. Tight.
āYou know, youāre gonna look so much better when I mark you up, every inch of you. Already look like mine.ā
You dare a glance down, and half your stomach is covered in bites already, and heās right, it looks damn good.
āI know, please.ā
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.
āWe shouldnāt,ā he stammers, casting his gaze away.
You find yourself gulping nervously, āI know.ā
His blue orbs wantonly flit from your eyes to your lips, searching for reassurance thatās been there all along. It doesnāt last long, you knew it wouldnāt, 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. Heās so reliant on his arms, his hands trembling with the slightest movement when itās not sorcery related. Tonight, you want to show him that he doesnāt 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 canāt 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. Youāre 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.
āYou look good all soaking wet.ā 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 canāt 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 youāre 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 doesnāt break eye contact. How he does this, you donāt know, and donāt 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 greenā
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, itās the most beautiful sight youāve 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.
āI think youāre going to ruin me. Am I right?ā you gasp, your words cut off when he suckles on your most sensitive spot.
āFor every other man?ā he purrs, straight into your core. āAbsolutely.ā
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 youāre the most beautiful thing in the planet.
Youāre close, though, so close, teetering just on the edge of something incredible, something mind blowing, something astronomical. Youāre 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 clitā¦
And Stephen being Stephen, thatās when he decides to pull away, crawling back up your body until heās 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 itās not enough. Frustrated would be a behemoth understatement.
āGoddamn it, Y/N,ā he hums heartily, āyou get under my skin like no one else.ā
āYeah?ā you retort, not pondering the consequences in your haze of denial and desire, āyou quite literally were just under mine, and you didnāt let me cum. Asswipe.ā
Heaving a sigh, he rolls away slightly, stopping his sweet show of affections in favour of sulking
āIf youād shut up for one damn second and not insult me, Iād tell you why.ā
āWhy then, huh?ā 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?
āBecause I want the first time I make you come to be around my cock, darling. Okay?ā he growls.
Wow. Thatās 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.
āOkay, Doctor.ā
āFuck me,ā he groans, barely audible.
In one movement, you have him pinned beneath you, hands on either side of his head while heās listless between your legs, cerulean irises fixated on your every perceptible move.
āOnly if you ask nicely, Doctor.ā
His eyes fly shut, lids squeezed together, his head tossed back into the pillow. Thatās 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 heās disappearing, and even then heās moving deftly, muscles contracting and water droplets glistening on the panes of his chest, so you're not entirely sure what youāll find. You tug it up to his collar bones, and he does the rest, since you canāt 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 heās just Stephen and youāre just you, and this is just a moment youāve caught yourselves in. His skin is burning, begging to be ravished the way he did yours, but you darenāt 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.
āYouāre heaven.ā you whisper.
āYou taste like it.ā
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. āIāve yearned for this for so long.ā
āWhat, to shag me?ā
āNo, to finally have you quiet and under my control.ā
āIāve always been under your control,ā 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. āSay the word, Iām yours.ā
āThe magic word?ā
āMhm.ā
āAgamotto?ā 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 itās 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, youāre 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 beenā¦ this way for you before, this pleasurable, this fun. And as much as you hate to admit it, thatās because of Stephen and his God-like appendage that youāre not even sure will fit.
āBaby, youāre drooling,ā he coos in a condescending tone, something that makes you impossibly wetter, āyou gonna ride me?ā
āWant your hands on me, though,ā 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. Heās allowed to be as cocky as he is.
āIf you keep onā¦ā
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 wonāt last. Eh, maybe he doesnāt 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 thatās when you realise, your breathing shallowed, that heās balls deep within you.
This is actually happening.
āFuck,ā 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. Youāre sure your own moans and whimpers are deafening, too. Stephen simply doesnāt 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.
āStephen,ā you squeak as he grazes something special, followed by a shout of, āFuck!ā though thatās more to the stimulation to the precious spot on your neck he seems to be so wantonly attacking, bruising you.
āTell meāā he orders, pausing to pant between kisses and his frantic movements beneath you, seeking the best position, āwhat you like.ā
āThisā fuck just keep doing that!ā
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.
āThink you can handle that much?ā he taunts.
āJust fuck me, Stephen, no restraints, just you.ā
āAre you sure thatās what you want? I could really hurt you.ā
āI donāt care. I need you.ā you grit out, whining at the slight still.
You thank whatever deity there is that itās only very brief before his pace begins to pick up again, your body so malleable despite your being on top. And frankly, you canāt 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.
āIf you keep making those sounds, Iām not going to be able to stop myself.ā
āWhat if I donāt want you to?ā
āI donāt care what you want, Iām in charge.ā
āMyeh Iām in charge, Iām Doctor Strange, ooooo look at me.ā you mimic, challenging him, and his movements stall.
āYouād better watch your fucking mouth.ā he spits.
The cock of your head is simply devilish, defiant in every way possible, power surging within your veins as you say, āOr what?ā
Regret is instantaneous. Youāre not sure why you thought that, if you were on top youād 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 youāve 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 canāt even help it, merely gripping onto Stephen youāre not sure where for dear life. Thatās the āor whatā.
Heās quite literally ravishing you in a way no one has before. Youāre 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.
āRoughā was never a word youād 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, itās certainly up there with adjectives to describe the supreme sorcerer.
āFucking hell youāre so good,ā he praises, āshitā squeezing me so well.ā
āStephenā¦ā you plead. You canāt care that youāre 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
āWant your hands on me,ā you moan, whine, beg. Your words come out in broken fragments in between slathering kisses, your body bouncing.
āNo you donāt. I promise you donāt.ā he refutes, cut off by a deep groan.
He doesnāt 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.
āYou donāt get to tell me what to do. I like your hands.ā
āI donātā fucking hell.ā
āAnd I donāt care. Please touch me, just run your fingers over me, palm at my tits, anything, I donāt care. I just need your hands on me.ā 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. āPlease.ā
He sighs, cut off by a growl, holding his hands out before him, removing them from their hold on your waist. āThese things?ā
āYes!ā you shout in response, both to the stimulation on your clit from his pelvis and his rhetorical question. āThose āthingsā that wield so much power. Such ability for pleasure. Doctor.ā
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 āoā. When he seems satisfied enough, they travel to your ass, squeezing your cheeks, his hold bruising.
Heās 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.
āBaby,ā you hiss before you can help it.
Skin slaps against skin, youāre 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. Heās fucking you so hard, so meaningfully, youāre going to be aching for days.
āLook at me,ā he demands, ālook.ā
You do, but youāre 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.
āNo, no darling, I need my hand for this.ā
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.
āYou feel that?ā you nod. āThatās where I am, so deep inside you.ā
The stream of expletives you moan is utterly unholy, in need of censorship. Never before have you imagined this, anyone being so deep inside theyāre bulging against your bellyā¦
āNobody does it like you do.ā 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.
āI taste you on my tongue. Still,ā he confesses, licking into your mouth filthily so you can taste it too.
āStephen, Iām gonnaāā you canāt finish your sentence, as youāre 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 canāt 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. Itās a pleasurable ache, but a mark youāll struggle to hide. This spurs you on further, your entire body pulsing, limbless. Youāre whimpering amidst your screams of pleasure, cries so pornographic they startle you. Thatās 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 youāre 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 wouldnāt be surprised if, when you opened your eyes, you were in your astral form, on absolute cloud nine, or in another realm entirely. Maybe youāre 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, thereās no way youāre 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 Stephenās, 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. Heās 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...
āWhatās that for?ā
āLove your tattoos. So sexy.ā
Thatās something youāre never gonna let him forget, and thereās no doubt in your mind that heās 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.
āWhat?ā
āOh my God, youāre so much better than the last person I was with.ā you sigh, flopping down next to him.
āAnd you, bloody hell.ā
āWe should do this again.ā
āWe definitely should.ā
His hand flies out to rest on your stomach, linking your fingers with his, watching you conspicuously from the corner of his eye.
āHey, you okay?ā he asks, concern betrayed in his tone and the crinkle of his nose.
āYeah, just might be a bit sore.ā
He shrugs his shoulders softly, and you chuckle, āYou told me to give it all Iāve got. I think Iām rather spent now, though.ā
āSo spent. God, is this what overstimulation feels like? How can something be so nice and so achy all at once?ā
āThatās how my cock feels, Y/N. You milked me for all Iām worth.ā
āDonāt be so crude!ā
āIāll be what I like, baby, and right now Iām going to be bossy. Go to the restroom, Iāll be waiting when you come out.ā A mischievous grin creeps its way onto his face, watching you struggle as he sneers, ātry to walk in a straight line, sweetheart.ā
You offer him your middle finger as you stagger to your feet, clutching onto every piece of furniture along the way. Itās 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. Heās 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.
āHere,ā 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 āStephen.ā You tug it on over your head, unfazed when it hits your mid thigh.
āLooks good on you. Come here.ā
You donāt 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 heās 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 canāt help but to blurt it out, āDid you want me to call you 'Daddy?' Is that why you asked about the song earlier?ā
A subdued nature overtakes him, his voice becoming shy as he murmurs, āMaybe. I like āDoctorā too.ā
You roll closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso.
āMaybe next time,ā you tease courageously, kissing his neck softly. āI canāt wait to be on my knees for you later.ā
āTomorrow, baby, Iām tired enough to sleep at last.ā
It really is an āat lastā 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? Youāre not entirely sure, an inkling nagging at the back of your mind. Not that you particularly care after the mind blowing shag, but...
āWe couldāve portalled back, couldnāt we?ā Nervously, he nods. āSo this was a ploy to get me to shag you?ā He nods again, blue eyes glittering, and you simply scoff at him, holding him closer under the duvet. āCheeky little shit, Doctor.ā
His low laugh rumbles through your whole being, sending more heat flooding through you. āBut then again, maybe itās best if we donāt go home. Whatāll they say about us?ā
āTheyāll congratulate me for finally growing the balls to fuck you.ā 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 thatās why you canāt stop yourself sayingābefore you succumbāyour most peculiar thought from the whole night, his half lidded startling baby blues trained on the barely perceptible movement of your lips.
āHey, reckon we could have sex in our astral forms?ā
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āIām so close with him. Weāve stayed in touch over the years but we havenāt seen each other in such a long time. And as it got closer and closer to the shoot (ā¦) 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.ā
āItās just been years since we actually saw each other, not for any other reason than just [ā¦] 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.ā
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No one asked for these, and no one should again. These are just my cream of the top fics Iāve read throughout the last two years, and I hope everyone enjoys. Iāll 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 itās 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. Thatās 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. Heās 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 theyāre stuck in the magical world of a childrenās 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 theyāre 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 itās 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 Ā Ā Ā (b) 161,754
Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm - Itās 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 didnāt mean to at all.
Tags: 8th Year. Post-War. Hedwig is Alive. Smut. Itās 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. Itāll 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 donāt 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. Itās 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 Andromedaās death, Harry and Draco share custody over Teddy. They decide itās 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 - Dracoās path stumbles into Molly Weasleyās. How that connected to her inviting him to eat with them at Christmas, he still doesnāt 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 Whoās 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 Harryās 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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