#the most rec of fics

[becca-alexa]

more than just friends

steve harrington x female!reader {3.1k} you and your best friend have gotten into the habit of making out, as long as there's no touching. but that's easier said than done. no use of y/n, not proofread 18+ mdni

cw: mutual masturbation, unprotected p in v sex

No touching.

That was the rule that you and Steve had settled on, because making out with your best friend is totally okay as long as there’s no touching. Sure, a hand on a waist or a cheek is alright - anything more is off limits. 

Your rule worked fine at first, but recently the two of you seem to keep pushing the boundary. Just a little each time - like the way you’ll leave hickies on each other and not make much of an attempt to hide them, or how Steve has you underneath him with a leg in between your thighs and there’s just enough pressure to make your head a little dizzy. 

His mouth is kissing softly against the lilac bruise he’s left under your jaw, and you’re having to use all your self control to not press yourself down against his leg for the friction your body is craving. You feel so tightly wound, the fact you know it can’t go any further only makes you crave it more, your stomach in knots and heart pounding in your chest. 

“Steve.” It comes out as a whine, all desperate and you’d probably be embarrassed if it were anyone else who was kissing down your neck. You only get a hum as a response, Steve too focused on marking up your skin to realize you weren’t just saying his name as some encouragement. “Steve.” You’re a little firmer this time, voice not as breathy as before and it’s enough to finally bring his attention back to your face.

“Hm, what? Y’wanna stop?” His lips are all slick and swollen from his work on your throat, pupils a little blown as he stares down at you. He pushes some of your hair out of your face, loose strands that he can tuck behind your ear and the gentle act only has you aching more, the coil in your stomach twisting that bit tighter.

“No, no.” You breathe your words out, eyes closing as you almost laugh at the suggestion. “S’like, the opposite of what I want.” 

Steve’s still stroking mindlessly at your hair, all soft and without a second thought. “You want more hickies?” His brow pinches with confusion, face a little scrunched up and you hate that all you can think about is how cute he is, how much you want him. “‘Cause I can do that, but y’might get in trouble at work.” 

“No, not that.” You sigh, pressing your lips together as you battle with yourself over saying what you actually mean. “I want more, y’know?” 

“More?” He watches you nod below him, cheeks all flushed and you can’t hold his gaze. “What, like you wanna get off?” His voice is a little teasing, a grin tugging on his lips as you try to hide your face with your hands. 

“God, I d’know.” You groan, suddenly all shy even though you know you don’t have to be. “I guess, maybe, yeah.” Steve taps your arms, a silent signal for you to uncover your face and you do, reluctantly. “I know we said no touching, but like, I feel like I’m gonna explode or somethin’.” You try to cover how serious you are with a laugh, hoping it’ll make it easier to play off if Steve completely shuts you down. 

“I mean, there’s ways around that.” The way Steve’s smiling at you has your stomach doing somersaults. 

“There is?”

“Sure, if you really want to.” He leans down to press a kiss on your lips, something small and barely there that has you chasing his mouth for more when he pulls away. “D’you want to?”

“Don’t be a dick, Steve.” You whine, head tipping back because of course he’s dragging it on, drawing it out of you as if you’re not already so tightly wound that you feel like you might snap any second. “Go on then, what's your loophole?”

“We can just get ourselves off, together.” He shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

You feel like your body is pressing harder into your mattress now, like gravity suddenly got stronger and you’re stuck in your spot with no way to move and Steve is looking down at you with his big brown eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips. You think your skin must be hot to the touch at this point, your temperature climbing and climbing because you’re about to get off with your best friend. You kind of wish you weren’t sober right now, craving the liquid confidence that comes with the buzz from a couple of drinks. 

“Yeah, okay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, looking up at Steve through your lashes suddenly all shy but the way he’s looking at you, all fondness and lust and like he’s been craving this too, makes you feel a little more confident. 

As soon as you say the words, his lips are back on yours. It’s all hot and heavy with the way he’s licking into your mouth, different to how he usually kisses you - a little dirty and it’s enough to rip the air from your lungs and have you panting whenever he pulls away.

“Don’t be shy, baby, it’s just us.” He whispers against your lips, breath tickling your skin and the way he calls you baby has your hairs standing on end. He takes one of your hands in his own, guiding it down your body towards your already wet core. “You got it, just relax.” He coos, only moving his hand once you take the step and dip yours beneath your pyjama shorts. 

You start slow, lazy circles rubbed over your panties because you’re still a little shy with it all. Steve’s placing soft kisses all over your face and neck, mumbling words of encouragement as he palms at himself through his sweatpants. Neither of you brave enough to shed any clothing yet, because sure you’ve been friends for years and spent countless summer days by Steve’s pool wearing far less but this was different. 

You try to stifle your moans by biting down on your bottom lip, a little whimper trying to escape each time you brush over your clit and Steve can see the way your chest hitches as you try to control it. 

“Y’don’t have to be shy, not with me.” He nudges his nose against yours, voice all soft and all you can manage is to nod wordlessly at him as he sits up to pull his shirt over his head. He tosses it to your bedroom floor, not that you saw where it went because you can’t stop staring at him - the way his muscles move with each motion, skin all tanned from the summer sun and you really, really hate your no touching rule now. 

You squeeze your eyes shut before wriggling out of your own top, it’s a little easier when you can pretend like your best friend isn’t watching your every move. You do, however, regret not wearing a bra because you’re suddenly feeling all too exposed and a little - or maybe a lot - self conscious. 

You go to try and cover yourself, one eye barely open to peer at Steve who’s looking at you like you’re the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re so hot.” His voice sounds spent, all breathy and strained and you suddenly feel a lot less exposed. If you weren’t already so hot with it all, you’re sure all your blood would be running to your cheeks. 

Your eyes travel down to watch Steve stroking himself beneath his sweatpants, still constrained by them and his boxers but you can see how hard he is and feel your core clenching around nothing just at the thought of him. 

It all seems to move so quickly once you start shedding clothes, like stripping back that layer has taken away all the shyness and uncertainty you felt and replaced it with some insatiable longing for something more, anything more. 

You finally dip beneath your panties, wet fabric cold against your skin as you run a finger through your slick, gathering it up before rubbing tight circles against your clit. You can’t help but whimper with it all, the way Steve’s looking at you as he touches himself and how sensitive you are already, body reacting to each touch like they’re laced with electricity. “Oh my god.” You tip your head back, blinking hard as you try to breathe through the way you can feel the pressure build up in your stomach.

“Jesus, fuck, y’look so good.” Steve’s kneeling in between your legs, his free hand against your cheek and thumb rubbing softly against your skin. “Y’gonna take those off for me?” He nods down to your shorts. “Gonna let me see you?”

“Fuck, Steve.” You mewl, eyes meeting his as you continue rubbing your clit. “Y’want that? Wanna watch me touch myself?” You’re not sure where this faux confidence has come from, because it even shocks you when you say it but the way Steve reacts - a deep groan of your name and his pace against himself increasing -  has your head spinning. 

“God, yeah, please, I want that.” You don’t need anymore encouragement, hands tugging your shorts and panties down your legs to be discarded to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You go to tug and Steve’s waistband, to even the playing field so you’re not the only one fully exposed, but hover your hand there because the lines are all blurred now and you don’t know what’s okay anymore. You think you might be a little bit fucked. “You wanna help me? Y’can do that, it’s okay.” 

His tones all soothing and his hand guides yours back to his sweatpants so you can pull them down his legs along with his boxers. You knew Steve was big, you’ve felt him get hard when you’ve been straddling him when you make out, but actually seeing him has you clenching around nothing again, your body desperate to be filled by something other than your own fingers. 

It’s all a little messy, because Steve’s leaning over you and kissing all down your neck and onto your chest and your hands keep knocking against each other as you both try to chase your highs. It’s driving you a little mad each time his hand bumps yours, so close to your cunt but never quite getting there, the frustration building in you as you dip a finger inside yourself in an attempt to get some sort of relief. 

Steve looks down between the two of you, watches you try to settle on a rhythm as you pump your finger into yourself and whine at how it’s never quite right. Like it’s just missing that spot that would finally send you tumbling over the edge, so close to being what you need but falling short each time. 

“Steve.” The way you say his name has him groaning again, because you sound so desperate and needy and his cock is so close to your cunt and God does he want to fuck you. Abandon all the boundaries you’ve spent so long obeying because you look so perfect underneath him and he just wants to look after you, make you feel good like he knows he can. “Please.” 

It’s like you don’t need to say anything more, he already knows what you’re asking for, what you want from him. “Please what, baby?” He gives you that stupid grin as he rubs the tip of his cock against your core, running it up and down your slick eliciting a whine from you each time it nudges your clit. 

“Want you.” You’re so wound up that you can barely force any words out, brain all muddled from how desperate you are to just be touched. “Want you to fuck me.” 

“Fuck, yeah, y’sure?” You just nod at him, eyes all wide and chest heaving and he can see the way you squirm with each movement he makes against you, so sensitive and wound up. “Y’gotta tell me, use your words.” 

“M’sure, Steve, please.” You’re practically begging now, blinking hard because you can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and you don’t want to cry but you’re just so needy and your body feels like it’s on fire with it all. 

Steve kisses your temple, thumb swiping under your eyes where the skins a little wet from the tears that are welling up. “Oh, honey, don’t cry, I’ve got you.” He hushes you, hand moving from your face to hold yours as he uses the other to line up against your entrance. “Gonna make you feel so good, yeah?” 

As soon as he starts to press into you, it’s like all the pent up energy inside your stomach is ready to release. The way his cock stretches you out, slow thrusts so it doesn’t hurt you too bad as he kisses you all soft and you find yourself thinking that this doesn’t really feel like you’re just friends messing about anymore. 

Your free hand finds purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin and leaving little half moons there that’ll probably still be there in the morning. Your breath hitches in your chest with each thrust, a little whimper spilling from your mouth as Steve squeezes your hand. “Doin’ so good for me, takin’ me so well.” His words are whispered against your skin, and you feel him hum against it when he finally bottoms out inside you. 

He sits there for a moment, letting you adjust to him but he can feel you clenching you around him and it sends his head spinning a little. You rock your hips against him, your voice still caught in your throat so this is the best way you can think of to tell him to move. He seems to get it though, a small chuckle at your antsy movements before he starts to rock his hips into you. 

It’s still a slow pace, agonizingly so almost. Because you’re so tightly wound at this point, teetering on the edge just to be pulled back over and over and never quite get there. You don’t say anything though, don’t push for Steve to move faster or harder because he’s still holding your hand and mumbling praises into your neck over and over and it feels about as soft as fucking your best friend can. 

After a couple minutes he does quicken his thrusts, you still mewling underneath him each time the tip of his cock nudges the soft spot inside you that you can never quite reach yourself. His free hand hitches one of your legs up higher, fingers spread wide against the soft skin of your thigh so he can bring it up to his waist and get deeper inside you. 

“Jesus, Steve, feels so good.” You manage to mumble something out, words a little slurred from how tight your chest feels because you’re already so close and your heart is beating so hard you can almost hear it. “M’so close.” Everything you say comes out as a whine, not that you mean it to, but Steve likes it. Likes that it’s him who’s got you so blissed out. 

“Yeah? Y’gonna cum for me? Such a good girl.” He soothes, voice all sickly sweet but still a little filthy. He thrusts into you harder now, watching the way your back arches up off the bed for him when he gets real deep. When his fingers start rubbing against your clit you know you’re done for, the messy circles against your nerves and the way he’s buried so deep inside you and looking at you like you’re the only important thing in the world right now is all too much for you. 

“Fuckfuckfuck.” You moan as you feel the tether inside you finally snap, wound so tightly that when it finally releases it has you seeing white as you squeeze your eyes shut and grip onto Steve even harder than before. 

“You’re okay, I got you.” Steve keeps rocking his hips into you through your high, letting you squeeze his hand so tight that you would definitely feel bad about it if you weren’t so preoccupied. “So pretty for me, y’so perfect.” He keeps running his mouth with praises as he chases his own high, thrusts getting a little sloppy as he gets closer, feeling you squeeze him as you came enough to have him almost there already. “I’m so - fuck - m’so close, where should I cum?” He’s blinking hard to try and keep himself controlled enough to at least last until you tell him. 

You’re still trying, and failing, to catch your breath. Body still feeling like it’s charged with electricity, all your nerves on high alert as you try to come down from your climax whilst Steve still pounds into you. 

“M’on the pill.” You exhale, words barely audible over the sounds of Steve fucking into you. “Can cum inside, want you to.” 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Steve groans, head tucked into the crook of your neck as his movements become a little sloppier and fall out of rhythm as he reaches his own climax, hips stuttering as he whispers about how good you feel and how pretty you are as he spills inside you. 

He stays inside you after he’s finished, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath amidst pressing gentle kisses to your face. You don’t want to admit how much you like it, not just the fucking but the intimacy of it all. Your hands are still intertwined, fingers locked with each other and neither of you make any attempt to unhook them. 

“Think we did that wrong.” You mumble, a shy smile on your lips as Steve pauses his kisses to look at you. His eyes still look all dark and wide, thick lashes blinking slow at you as he grins, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, think the whole ‘no touching’ things kinda out the window now.” He glances down to where he’s still buried inside you, and despite everything it’s still enough to have you feeling all shy. “I don’t mind though, if you don’t.” He looks at you, eyes full of affection and a soft smile as he waits for you to answer. It’s always no pressure with Steve, never pushing you for anything or making you uncomfortable - you’re always his first priority. It makes your heart ache a little, in a good way. 

“I don’t mind.” It’s a roundabout way of expressing your feelings, neither of you pushing it any further right now because it’s enough. You know each other so well that you don’t need to say more, reading between the lines and letting things happen slowly. Maybe you’re not as fucked as you thought you were.

[wombywoo]

do you have any ghostsoap favorite fics, perhaps?

boy do I....

I should preface this by saying that I'm pretty...particular with what types of fics I enjoy reading (I only like certain character interpretations/tropes/writing styles, etc) so bear with me...

These are all mostly canon-compliant, non-AUs, ones that I regard highly~

Seasons--by StinglessWasp: This is pretty much my go-to fic rec for anyone into CoD and ghostsoap in general. It showcases everything I love about these characters, in a setting that feels as authentic to the games as possible, while also exploring the depth and sincerity hidden under the surface. So well-written and paced--the dialogue and military references all contribute to that 'feels like a mission out of the game' experience. Plus, I just love this interpretation of our boys--the humor, the inner struggles, the intimacy--Wasp 100% *gets* these characters and it's a joy to read <3

Except You, You Can Stay--by Iravaid: While this one isn't *technically* ghostsoap until the last chapter, in my opinion, it's required reading for anyone who gives a shit about Simon Riley. This is *the* character study--an intimate dissection of Ghost's past that seems so realistic and grounded, you forget how ludicrous those comics really are. Ira takes such care in treating these heavy topics with delicacy and effectiveness. Each chapter has you going 'oh wow, this is even better than the last', but as a whole--it's a stunning, fleshed-out glimpse into Simon as the character he was always meant to be. And the final chapter which eases you into his relationship with Johnny is so authentic and sweet, it just makes perfect sense that they should be together, and that this poor poor man deserves some goddamn love <3

bleeding in the house of god--by revolvermonkcelot: This is a really great 'missing scene' fic, a perfect opportunity to explore the in-between moments that the game so carelessly chooses to gloss over. I can't praise Monk's writing enough--it's slick and crisp and very tasty; the imagery just jumps off the page and you can practically feel the sweat. Plus, the dialogue exchanges between our two boys are so well-timed and in-character--love all the slang and British references~ This whole fic reads like an addition to their mission flirting, and I'm all for it! You can truly tell this author has such deep understanding and experience with this franchise (winkwinkwink, this is a joke) Read it--it's good!

The Dead are all Living--by Kabbal: This fic blew me away when I first read it. It's such a unique take on the retirement trope, I just adore this interpretation of Simon as an aging recluse while he builds his home. I tend to lean towards more subtle, grounded characterizations of Mr Riley, and this really fits the bill. All of these glimpses and fragments into his post-military life contribute to an overarching love story; the scenes with Johnny are so poignant, it's like you're pining alongside them both. I love how not-perfect they are; flawed and difficult and real. There are some moments and lines that just....struck something in me so deeply. I'm sure I'll still be thinking about it for a long long time <3

Portrait of Taction--by a_platypus: Another Simon-centric fic that I absolutely love. The character voice in this is off the charts, I can hear him so vividly in all of his inner dialogue and stunted attempts at conversation. Simon is so endearingly dense in this fic, you're just waiting for him to finally get his act together, but the clumsy, oblivious steps he takes in his relationship with Soap are truly a treat to read. I love this version of Johnny too--confident and considerate, but still hopelessly crushing on his superior. It's comedic, well-written, and the paragraphs describing Soap's journal give some of the best insights into his character I've seen <3

come on, haunt me--by flyby2: This was a really good long fic that I took my time savoring. What could have been a typical 'on leave' fic instead took time to develop a unique spin on the backstories as well as throwing our boys into some wholesome encounters. Both Soap and Ghost felt very true to character, and I appreciate the exploration of PTSD and the subsequent struggles that come along with...all that. There was a really nice balance in having their romance spread across the chapters, and I can promise a very sweet, happy conclusion <3

in the mess of it all--by flowersferns: A lovely one-shot that exhibits some of my favorite aspects of these two characters. I'm a sucker for 'one of them is hurt, the other is freaking out, they are both idiots in love, etc'. There are some really great dialogue and character moments in this, plus the overall prose hits hard. Love this take on their romance--the mutual trust, the familiarity of their bond. And just the general theme of impermanence--the inevitability of what this relationship means for them--two soldiers, willing and ready to sacrifice their lives at a moment's notice, still clinging to each other because...god...that's all they have---big fan of this :'D <3

Lapsus--by Lisbetadair: Another really great one-shot and 'missing scene' fic. The authenticity in the writing is spot-on--it's like you can feel Soap's pain right off the bat. I love how smoothly the banter flows between the two, and the attention to detail and references all help lend to that 'hardened military man' exterior. Ghost smelling like flowers because of a face wipe is such a delightful addition, plus the scene where Soap is, ah, donald-ducking it in just a t-shirt with his jewels out is such a funny mental image, I still think of it fondly from time to time. It's funny, it's surprisingly cute, it's very in-character. Stick around for some awkward but adorable cuddles <3

I'm sure I have more to recommend, but these are the ones I can personally endorse for now~

[technically-human]

A commission for @williamvapespeare!

This is a scene from the fic The Case of David Bowie's Made up Sexuality and everyone should go read it! It's beautifully written, there's a cool mystery and Charles is not beating the bisexual allegations. This scene in particular is just so sweet, and I particularly love Edwin's reaction. He DOES freeze when he feels frightened, huh?

[ash-and-starlight]

a little something for @erisenyo’s fic Love is in the hair, (feat zukka, identity reveals, and a trip to the hairdresser) i’ve never been more happy to win a fic bingo in my life <333

[becca-alexa]

PLEASE

I BEG OF YOU -- CONTINUE THIS

"Bad news first, Eddie," Steve sighs as he leans back on his heels, cleaner in one hand and a rag in the other. "They vandalized your headstone again. Good news, I beat Wayne out here so he won't be seeing it."

It's been over a year since they'd had to leave Eddie behind. He'd been cleared of the murders. That had been the easy part, since the Upside Down had exploded out into the Rightside Up. When Vecna started killing people it had been pretty easy for people to realize Eddie was just another victim.

Or so Steve had thought.

Eleven saved them all, the people of Hawkins knew the truth, yet Steve still found graffiti on Eddie's grave.

Eddie's grave is empty, because Eddie's body hadn't been recovered. Too much had happened, no time to mount an expedition to retrieve it, and the gates were closed. Another regret Steve lives with.

Like not taking Eddie's face between his hands and looking him dead in the eye when he told them not to be heroes.

Late at night, Steve sometimes imagines he did just that. Looked him dead in the eyes and says "there is no shame in running, in living to see another day. Don't be a hero because I need you to be okay tomorrow."

Robin says it's not good for his mental health, these what if scenarios, but so what?

Steve isn't sure what started it but coming out here to talk to Eddie seemed to help him clear his thoughts. He'd always start with the bad news, Eddie's voice in the back of his mind. Bad news first, always.

The first time Wayne had caught him out here, Wayne that he was vandalizing. Had scared him half to death being yanked back violently by his upper arm. It didn't take Wayne long for his eyes to process that Steve wasn't holding a spray can.

"You know my boy?" Wayne always spoke on the present tense about Eddie.

"Not as well as I would have liked, sir," Steve swallowed thickly. It was the start of a friendship, of sorts. Wayne seemed happy to have someone to tell stories about Eddie to, and Steve was happy to learn about Eddie.

Months pass and Steve goes every week.

"Bad news. The new guitarist is mediocre at best. Good news. Corroded Coffin lives on and they finally got a new guitarist."

"Bad news. Robin will not shut up about Vickie. Good news. Robin got that date she wanted."

"Bad news. Wayne had an accident at the plant. Good news, he's okay. I think... this might be weird for you but I've convinced him to move in, at least until he's healed fully so he's not alone. He's staying in the downstairs guest room. Not that you know where that is. You've never even been to my house... bad news, you've never been to my house. Good news, I really wish you had."

So it goes. Wayne Munson moves in and never moves out. Steve's parents call once, to ask if he wants the house. Steve says yes.

Shortly after, Robin takes a room upstairs. Says she gonna take a year off school before college. The Party moves their dnd games to Steve's giant dining room table. His house is always full but part of Steve feels empty.

"B-bad news," Steve forces the words out around the lump in his throat, "I found out too late. Good news, I'm bisexuality. Bad news, good news? I don't know man, the news is I could have loved you. I think I do, but that's the you Wayne and the kids tell me about, so who is to say really."

So it goes.

"Bad news. They're seniors this year, Eds. Seniors! Robin going away to college was bad enough. I don't know if I'll even know how to function when they do. 'Cause they're gonna, you know? They're smart. Too smart to stay in this town," Steve is crying, can feel the tears falling, but doesn't stop them. "I know I should go, too. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. But I can't leave. Wayne's here. You're here. And if I go, who will look after either of you?"

"Bad news. College acceptance letters have come in. They're not even graduated yet. This should be good news, but, heh, friends don't lie."

"Bad news, Eds. I can't remember your voice. I didn't think.... I feel like I remember it but I can't hear it. I want to hear it. I-i need-" Steve doesn't know what he needs, doesn't know how to end that sentence so he just sobs, fingers burying themselves into the dirty of an empty grave.

Wayne gets a phone call one day and says he's gotta go back to Tennessee. Eddie's father -that rocks Steve because while he knows Wayne was Eddie's uncle, he never connected that a father was somewhere out there- Eddie's father, Wayne's younger brother, needs him.

Steve drives Wayne to the airport in Indianapolis. Wayne promises he'll return but Steve won't hold him to that. This is family, and as much as Steve pretends, he isn't Wayne's nephew. It's Wayne's family.

As Wayne disappears onto his flight, Steve is left hollow. There's no one left in Hawkins that needs him.

"Bad news, Eds. I think I'm a danger to myself. I keep having these thoughts... like how easy it would be to drive my car into the quarry. Or just skip into the pool and take a deep breath. I don't know who I am, or how to be me, without someone needing me."

Wayne calls and tells him he's coming home. Bringing a guest if that's ok. Steve says okay because he needs to meet the man who taught Eddie how to hot wire a car but not play catch. Also, he hopes to hear Eddie in his voice when they speak.

"Bad news, Eds. I'm too much of a coward to meet your old man. Afraid of what he'll sound like. Because I want him to sound like you so fucking bad it hurts. So instead of being home, I'm hiding here."

And then, a miracle happens.

"Well, I've some bad news for you, too, Stevie. I got my voice from my mom."

[quail-in-red]

One of the funniest things I’ve read in fanfic is this scene from find a new place to be from by @oflights where Harry tries to help Draco with a smart home device and completely fails

[ifyoucandaniel]

exactly one person asked and i’ve been DYING to make this, so here are all of my favorite long batman fanfics in general and for new readers @twisted-tales-told :)

cards on the table by @wesslan ! 69k, completed. this is one of my all time favorite fanfictions, it’s so funny and tim is a mastermind genius and a little liar <3 he basically pretends to be a fortune teller and gives scarily good predictions and advice by stalking the upper class and eventually gets involved with the batfam and has to maintain his lies while dealing with his issues :) 10/10, very found family, good angst, so much lying

Dark Matter by @mysterycyclone , 221k, ongoing. this is a batman fanfic rec, of course my bbg dark matter is going to be here <3 this is a MCUxDCU crossover where after infinity war (spoilers for that if you haven’t seen it!) peter parker gets sent to the DCU dimension with part of the soul stone and basically is haunted by the ghosts of the avengers while trying to survive in gotham and get back to his dimension. this is so well written i’ve read it at least three times, it’s still ongoing but trust me it is SO GOOD. i can’t properly describe it, but if you like spider-man and you are interested in batman, you’ll love.

Red is the Color of Sinners by @bluelotuswrites , series, 120k, ongoing, M. i want you to look me in my eyes when i tell you this is my favorite series on ao3. it is set after under the red hood and daredevil 3 where jason and matt meet in a church after jason loses his ability to speak following the events of UTRH. they keep running into each other both as matt and daredevil and eventually jason begins helping matt out with injuries and tech. it’s not finished yet, but there is something so compelling about their dynamic in this series as well as jason’s overall character and how he is portrayed. i’m a sucker for mute jason after UTRH and this series does so well giving him a fresh start and a place away from gotham to heal and build relationships. i cannot recommend enough.

buy back the secrets by @vinelark , 71k, ongoing, T. THIS!!! oh my god, so this is a timkon fic where kon still doesn’t know tim’s civilian identity, but whenever he’s in trouble tim calls for superboy which leads to them meeting without kon knowing. shenanigans ensure when kon starts spending more time with tim! it’s still ongoing but the author is currently working on the next part and it is so so worth the wait. chapter 4 ends on a cliffhanger though so be warned :))

Sales People Know (listening is the most important part) by Mayhem10, 77k, completed, T. this has the coolest urban magical realism ever. tim basically runs this magic shop that shows up places and people who need something find it in his shop :) it’s kinda a slow burn found family fic with magic themes and a smidge of angst!

Retrograde Motion by Lysical, 112k, completed, T. this is best de-aged kid fic ever. jason gets turned into a 7 year old and basically the outlaws, artemis and biz, join forces with the batfam to take care of him. but trust me when i say this is worth your time, it might sound tropey but in the best way possible!! and jason’s relationship with artemis is sooo important to me in this!

Hand in Unloveable Hand (a chokehold) by britishparty, 54k, completed, M. this is one of the best psychological torture/grooming fics i’ve ever read. pretty much what if while our taking photos of batman and robin, little tim gets kidnapped and black mask gets his hands on him and decides he’s the perfect size for a protege. years of psychological abuse and insane mind games ensue. also tim is a Badass™️

If He Had Come by bronwe_iris, 45k, completed, T. so i’m a little freak and i love the angst of arkham knight jason, but more specifically the aus where bruce saves jason before he becomes the arkham knight! this is an au where bruce finds jason and saves him from the joker after 9 months of torture and brings him home. focuses on his healing mentally and physically and rebuilding his relationship with his family

Banshee in a Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee), 43k, completed, T. veeeery good angst. basically what if tim couldn’t die? 43k of tim drake whump where he just dies a bajillion times and eventually his family notices <3

The Birds: Hatching a Family by Oceanera12, 81k, completed, T. this is like “what if the batkids weren’t adopted by bruce, but instead they were all foster siblings who can’t seem to stay out of gotham at night and batman happens to find them and decides obviously he can’t leave these kids to their own business, he has to stick his nose in it” and there’s some angst and heaps of found family

The Hellblazer’s Apprentice by @bluelotuswrites, 29k, ongoing, M. what can i say, im a simple woman, i love to see jason with literally any older male mentor :) basically in UTRH what if he took up an apprenticeship under constantine to learn magic to piss off batman! so good, i really love constantine so seeing him and jason interact in a long fic is so good. also ALL BLADES JASON TODD SAVE ME… ALL BLADES JASON TODD-

something in the static by bonerot19, 101k, ongoing series with three main completed works, T. this is a jason centric series where jason still lives in crime alley with his mom and dad and never stole the batmobile tires. it follows his life in crime alley with an addict mom and an abusive dad and one night when his dad is whaling on him nightwing finds him and the bats just can’t seem to leave him alone after that. steph is his neighbor and best friend also and their relationship is so good. this is a “what if jason took a different way home to the wayne’s” fic series and i love it so much <3

catch the asteroids that come your way by ThePackWantsTheD, 54k, completed, T. i don’t read a lot of ships in the batman fandom i’m sorry, but this kyle/jason one is sooo lovely. basically the two of them growing up together and falling in love and then dealing with the aftermath of A Death in the Family and finding each other again :) really sweet and nice!

hope you find something you like! i realized the majority of these are tim or jason centric, and i love them all dearly, but if anyone has any recs for long fics focusing on any of the other batkids lmk! and any other recs in general, i am a fiend for new fics

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 42!

another lovely reading week! i really need to sort through my marked for later list though, it just keeps growing... a task for next week, perhaps?

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! note that unlike in previous weeks, this list contains some fics that are set during season 8, so be careful if you don't want spoilers!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

drench yourself in words unspoken | foxwatson/@eddiediazes | 26.2k | T

the one where everything in canon is the same, except eddie diaz is secretly a bestselling romance author, and nobody knows. Yet. romance writer eddie is brilliant, the vision!! and this is so well-written <3

lazy sunday (lay with me) | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 1.3k | G

Buck wakes up to sleepy morning couch cuddles with his second favorite Diaz boy AKA Eddie is clingy in the morning. clingy eddie is so special to me <3 this captures that soft moning atmosphere perfectly!

line | the_one_that_fell/@buckvalentina | 4.4k | E

Eddie and Buck cross a line in an El Paso motel. okay but this fic. THIS FIC. they absolutely would do the in person phone sex no touching thing. it's so them i'm obsessed

please, i've been on my knees | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 11.6k | E

Buck discovers he has a kink. this is the most recent addition to the list, i only read it this morning! and wow what a way to wake up... a good day to be me. it's sweet and funny and hot and i loved research!buck <3

pumpkin spice and everything nice | PretentiousSwanQueen/@hotcinnamonsunset | 4k | M

Buck tries to get Eddie to accept one pumpkin spiced flavored something in his life and eventually finds success (in love and edibles). no but this fic is so right buck would love pumpkin spice and eddie wouldn't!! such a fun read!

songs and poems and promises | lesbianrobin/@lesbianrobin | 4.9k | E

“Stubble’s kinda crazy,” Buck says, “And it actually kinda drives me crazy. I didn’t think I’d be into that, you know? But it’s cool. Like, he’s a man, you know?” [...] “It’s just like, you know, even though it doesn’t feel as good, there are still all these new things that I didn’t expect I’d like so much.” in just a few lines this captures the firefam dynamics so well!! and the buddie is also brilliant of course. i had a great time with this one <3

stop waking me up in the middle of the night | reincrimination/@reincrimination | 2.3k | G

“Do you not like sleeping with me, Diaz?” Buck hazards, taking a swig of his nearly-empty bottle. [...] “If you would stop waking me up in the middle of the night, I might like it more,” Eddie sighs, half-genuine in his annoyance. “Buck kicks like a racehorse.” pandemic era buddie bed sharing fics hit so hard <3 this is lovely!!

sweetheart (you look a little tired) | EiraLloyd | 14.6k | T

five times Buck tried to cheer up Eddie with baked goods, and one time Eddie tried to cheer up Buck with baked goods. i love baking and i love buddie so basically this is perfect for me <3 had a lovely time reading through this earlier this week!!

the kiss that lingers | greenbergsays/@greenbergsays | 10.7k | E

5 times Eddie kisses Buck's birthmark & 1 time he doesn't. birthmark kisses my absolute beloved <3 soft and sweet and so them!!

too often the power of touch is underestimated | xjustlikeyou/@xjustlikeyou | 15.3k | T

Five times a touch knocked Eddie off his feet, and the one time he got to return the favor. buddie and eddiekaren bestieism what else could i possibly want <3 so good!!

the sincerest form of flattery | canadadry | 1.7k | NR

in which Brad Torrence only almost passes out, and observes the aftermath. brad torrence is the gift that keeps on giving <3 i loved his inner dialogue here!!

touching me, touching you | rainbow_nerds/@rainbow-nerdss | 7.1k | E

Buck and Eddie wake up one morning able to feel each other's touch. They make the most of it. i love the premise of this fic so so much, it's so cool?? and executed so well <3

what's your love language? | songbvrd/@songbvrd | 18.3k | E

After finding out that Eddie doesn't know what his love language is, Buck sets about finding out for him. He begins a five week experiment, one for each love language, to figure out which will make Eddie feel the most loved. this fic makes me go !!!! inside. i love the way buck goes all out to make eddie feel loved while also thinking it's the most normal thing in the world. and that ending!

you bring me comfort | thewolvesof1998/@thewolvesof1998 | 4.2k | T

Eddie is touched starved and just needs a hug instead, instead he has his sweater. i've read this so many times by now, it's an absolute favourite!! i'm a big fan of giving eddie comfort in whatever way he wants or needs <3

[becca-alexa]

so.... so wonderful.....

After Starcourt, Steve and Robin began a new tradition- 'spa nights'. Robin would make them homemade face masks (“peaches and yogurt? On my face? That’s disgusting Robin.” “Shut up and put it on, dingus.”). They would put in a shitty tape from Family Video and Steve would paint their nails. (“How do you even know how to do this Steve?” “I’m a babysitter, Rob, it’s in the job description.”)

The school year started and Robin got a lot more busy- what with it being her senior year and all- but they still made time for spa nights. They were less frequent (maybe once a month instead of every other week), but they happened.

Vecna came, they killed the bastard, and they all lived- somehow, miraculously, certainly not unscathed, but they’re all alive. They beat him. A few months later, after the almost-end-of-the-world, Robin brought up their spa nights. (“Come on, Steve, it’s been months. My brain needs a vacation, my face needs a vacation, my nails need a vacation.”) Steve agreed, acting reluctant (but was secretly really excited to get back to one-on-one time with his best friend).

Except the kids find out, namely El and Max, and they beg Steve and Robin to join them. The two acquiesce, and then Eddie hears about it and joins the party, too. Uninvited. (But nowadays he doesn’t need an invitation. He shows up, bright personality and even brighter smile, and brings a constant, welcome addition to the party. Along with some… feelings that Steve can’t even start to try and acknowledge.)

The spa night comes and everyone crowds into Steve’s living room. Robin has put together a new face mask recipe (“ugh, what is in this?!” “Just shut your mouth and put it on, Red.”), Eddie brings his braiding skills, and Steve provides the nail polish.

Only now, his hands shake.

It’s something he’s noticed by now. The nerve damage from fighting the bats and Vecna, the 24/7 anxiety, the brain damage, something that they faced over spring break has left him with a tremor that he can’t quite get rid of. Sometimes it’s small, sometimes it’s more noticeable, and tonight… well, it’s not great.

Robin wiggles her fingers at Steve, ready for their tradition of him painting her nails, and Steve hesitates. It’s a small thing, but his shoulders tense. He hasn’t mentioned the shaking to anyone yet, and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to get the crisp, clean paint that he used to. The tremor would make itself obvious, and he just can’t face picking up the nail polish bottle. It’s a sign of the new weakness, one that he can’t admit to others, can barely admit to himself… he can’t face being seen as weak. As flawed. As-

“Hey! Are we painting nails?! Here, lemme have a go. I haven’t done it on anyone else before, always just painted my own.” Eddie interrupts Steve's train of thought in his easy way and grabs the nail polish from just below Steve’s hand. He plops down between Steve and Robin, admiring the color the later had chosen. “Robin’s Egg Blue, very fitting, Birdie.” Eddie winks at her and starts painting, accomplishing a more polished finish than Steve was ever able to get before Spring Break.

And Steve just watches. Quiet, his hands on his knees. He watches as Eddie paints Robin’s fingernails blue, then Max’s a bright red. Eddie paints Eleven’s a deep purple shade, then gives himself a fingernail in each polish that Steve has to create a rainbow of clashing colors. Afterwards, once the paint has dried, the girls all wash their face masks off and curl up to watch the shitty movie Robin had picked.

Eddie turns to Steve then, a bright yellow shade in his hands. “Want a turn, sunshine?” Eddie must’ve seen the look on Steve’s face, the flash of pain, because his voice turns to a whisper before Steve can answer. “I can help you keep your hands steady, Stevie. Don’t worry about that. Just relax and lemme treat you to a manicure.”

Steve startles at that. He thought he'd been better at hiding it. “How did you know?“

“How wouldn’t I know, Steve?” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, a gentle but firm grip holding his fingers straight and steady. “I paid attention. I noticed. We all came away from that fight with a different scar, and we all need some extra help with different things now.” Eddie speaks as he paints, carefully brushing away any mess with the corner of his thumb. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but I get it if you can’t tell anyone just yet. I’ll be here to help, though. Just like this. If you want it.”

Steve’s quiet still, but now in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. He’s never had anyone do… anything like this for him before. Eddie moves on to paint his other hand, and they sit in silence while the sound of the shitty rom-com washes over them, joined by the occasional giggle or mocking comment from one of the girls. Eddie does a second coat, brushes any scraps of excess paint away with an alcohol wipe, and caps the nail polish with a gentle smile.

Steve admires his nails, then glances up at Eddie, his eyes welling. “Eddie, thank you-“

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’, it’s just a paint job-“

“No really, Eddie. Thank you. For everything. For noticing. No one’s ever-“

“I’ll always notice, Stevie.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm, then turns slightly to watch the movie, his hip pressed against Steve’s.

Years later, in retrospect, Steve realizes that the spa night was the night he fell in love with Eddie Munson.

[benevolenterrancy]

Swords pining for each other's cultivator is my new favorite type of pining. Love your NieYao content! <3

I don't suppose we could get Baxia or Hensheng throwing a tantrum while Jin Guangyao / Nie Mingjue are away, leaving their owners to deal with the embarrassing aftermath?

Also, do you have any recs you'd recommend with these two?

this is the exact moment Nie Huaisang realised he was going to have to start meddling in his big brother's love life (con't: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Hensheng, on the other hand, doesn't throw tantrums but WILL sulk...

[4th-make-quail]

IWTV Fic Recs - Old Man Daniel Focused

I've been meaning to put together a list somewhere for this, and since I just sent a bunch to someone, here it is finally! it's a mix of Armand/Daniel, Daniel/Louis, Armand/Daniel/Louis in various configurations - please enjoy!

if you read and enjoy these fics, please make sure to leave a comment for the authors on ao3!

Daniel/Louis

Conflict of Interest, by hereticas - T, 2000 words

Louis comes by Daniel's room the morning after they recover their memories of San Francisco.

Very very cute kissing post s02e05 fic!

Daniel/Louis, Daniel/Louis/Armand, Armand/Daniel, Armand/Louis (combo of all)

it seemed the thing to do (what made me think I could start clean slated?), by fastcarmp3 - E, 3900 words, WIP

Louis asked Daniel if he wanted to… now. It wasn’t an empty offer.

Danlou with Armand watching which is SMOKING HOT

Terza Rima, by nothing_but_paisley - E, 1700 words

Daniel finally gets what he came to Dubai for, but the aftermath brings even more questions.

INCREDIBLY hot threesome with stellar character voices, bit of Armand Voyeurism (THE GOOD SHITE), bit of Daniel being a slut for being bitten

That's It, Mr. Molloy, by anonymous - E, 4900 words

Daniel finds himself distracted, during the interview. Rashid comes to help, and invites Louis along, too. He snaps his gaze away, clearing his throat. “So, are we, uh…talking about that? Or…” “Talking?” Rashid cocks his head, amused. “Is that what you would like to do, Mr. Molloy? Talk?” As he speaks, he steps forward, walking Daniel backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed. Daniel looks back, startled, as though he hadn’t realized he was moving, at all. “Won’t you sit down, Mr. Molloy?” Rashid asks, gesturing.

that old man gets PROPERLY FUCKED!! bit of a Rashid!Armand situation, bit of massage, very very hot

Push it away but it all comes back again, by butchybats - E, 5400 words

“'Let me get this straight. You left me for dead,' Daniel addresses Louis, who very pointedly does not make eye contact with him. This time Daniel turns slightly to face Armand. 'And you saved my life in the most erotic way possible?'” Or: All Daniel wants is to resume the interview like normal after finding out about the supposed "love of Louis' life". Louis and Armand have better plans.

Threesome sex VERY HOT (includes a bit of flashback to 70s era) with a really fucking excellent Daniel Voice!

Armand/Daniel

were the flowers orange?, by andrealyn - T, 6700 words

Years ago, Daniel cut out the love of his life to save himself from choking on tiger eye, daylily, bird of paradise. Now, in Dubai, suddenly the disease returns even though the only thing that's changed is Rashid became Armand. And yet, the flowers tell him something -- whoever he cut out is fighting like hell to be remembered.

Absolutely DEVASTATING hanahaki fic, this shit is really fucking good!!!

the fog eating the night, by tei - E, 3700 words

If Louis had wanted him alive, he'd have escorted him out himself. But he hadn't. He'd left Daniel standing there stunned, and walked out like none of this had mattered to him at all. Whether he meant to or not, Louis had given Daniel to Armand.

Very tasty post s02e08 turning fic! Really damn good Daniel Voice.

At Close of Day, by nothing_but_paisley - E, 1700 words

On a frigid Christmas night, Daniel and Armand celebrate being alone together as they explore their budding relationship.

Really hot with human!Daniel! A top Armand who absolutely ADORES him, it's very fucking cute

Only a Name, by nothing_but_paisley - E, 1500 words

In Dubai, Daniel is visited in dreams by an opinionated young man--but there's something terribly familiar about him.

More Rashid!Armand fic, very very fucking hot

strange mutations, by leavethebes - E, 11000 words

Armand’s done it to him once before—gored him through the stomach, gutted him like a fish, snipped his gills off, and drained him right down to the fluttering valves of his heart. Left Daniel little more than a shriveled husk of a person, and somehow Daniel is back here anyway, on his knees in front of Armand and begging for the oblivion that was promised.

Post s2 but before Armand turns Daniel, really fun Armand interfering in Daniel's life post-Dubai and another excellent Daniel Voice!

Devouring, by verimeru - Mature, comic

An 11-page IWTV (2022) fancomic about the vampire Armand facing his worst nightmare.

OUGH, MY FEELS.....

Daddy, by GreyGiantess & verimeru - Mature, comic

“What's with the face?” Daniel asked. Armand’s eyes widened slightly, which was probably meant to make him look innocent, but it only made The Face worse. “This is just my regular face, Daniel.” “Yeah, right. You’re up to something.” In which VERIMURU and GRAYGIANTESS team up to give you the Armandaniel age difference COMIC you didn't know you needed! Very loosely related to Baby.

VERY cute age difference comic with human Daniel! Appreciated him still having his parkinson's, and their relationship and dynamic is SO cute

whip in my valise, by firstaudrina - E, 3100 words

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” Armand said. “Yeah,” Daniel said, the word an aggravated pull. “Well.” Old Man Daniel goes to Night Island.

Very very good, VERY VERY HOT, excellent level of fucked up with some delicious voyeurism also

[muffinlance]

Hey fic rec time! I didn't do these often so you KNOW it's good

If you like Star Wars and Mandos and falling in love with character dynamics you'll never be able to find again because OP just smooshed together things that never existed before

May I introduce you to:

Mando'jekai jedi by Anonymous

Yes Anonymous come out here OP so I can put you in a little jar and provide you optimal writing enrichment and maybe shake you a little to see how you work

Author Summary:

Feemor saves a random Mandalorian and earns himself the position of Jedi watchman for the sector. Now if only the mandos would stop hunting him so that he can investigate this terrorist cell in peace.

Jaster really wants to talk to the jedi who slapped the darksaber into his hands before running off. Now if only the haat'ade could track him down.

My Summary:

Feemor Gives Mandalorians a Life-Changing Field Trip (No They Cannot Exit This Ride): The Fic

The writing is so smooth the humor is HIGH-LARIOUS the angst is wrapped up in the humor which is wrapped up in outsider POV

It's like you went to Fic Restaurant and the waiter slapped the menu out of your hand and said "I've got the good shit" and you were too terrified to protest that actually you were just here for a little hurt/comfort fix-it fic but when they came back

Oh damn

Oh that is the good shit

Anyway click this it's the good shit

[becca-alexa]

visual representation of me trying to keep a straight face while reading this on my train commute home and not giggle like a little girl

truth | dare nsfw 18+ bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

It was just a game.

Skin flushed sticky hot under Eddie’s cooling breath on your twitching thighs. Bedsheets twisted in your sweaty fists, as he instructed. Cheek pressed to the pillow smelling of his hair products, letting your frustrated whine be heard above his sloppy kisses, on the verge of pitiful tears. On the cusp of breaking. Slipping from your building high as he edged another answer out of you.

“Truth or dare?”

Once, you told him he had doe-eyes. You couldn’t have been more wrong. Staring into them now, rising from between your legs, those were not the tender eyes of prey. He was enjoying the chase. Craving another rebellious lurch of your hips, watching you struggle to reach his mouth from beneath his strong arms pinning you down.

“Eddie–” The groan of his name visibly excited him, and he reminded you, once again, it was your idea to play this innocent game between friends. “T-Truth,” you caved. You couldn’t risk another dare keeping you from his explicit tongue.

You thought he was giving you mercy. Wrong again.

Eddie’s lips consoled your desperate state by treating you to delicate, fluttery kisses along either side of your pussy. Licking the sensitive skin of your hip crease, amused at how you squirmed for him to put his tongue elsewhere. Begging for it. But first, he put his mouth to your cunt, wanting to taste the mess he helped create before it dripped onto his bed, and fuck. He swallowed the reward and his entire being paused. Breath stilled. Eyes falling closed. Moving his tongue around his mouth in languid, lazy swirls. Cold fingers digging into your flesh in poorly controlled self-restraint.

It was his turn to surrender. In quick tandem, his thumbs held you open, and his throaty moan stuttered against your aching need. He buried himself there, and spoke, dragging his lips over your clit, “Taste so–fucking–good, baby.” The mumbled words trembled with absolute desire. “Christ–Truth?” he asked in a flash of clarity, remembering the game. You grinded against his flattened tongue as your answer. “How long have you liked me–?” he blurted, rutting his own hips against the mattress. Losing the last of his mean streak one inadequate thrust at a time.

“Years.” He moaned–Elaborate?–whilst suckling you into bliss. Fucking. Writhing bliss. So good. Each caress of his tongue. Perfect. Wet, lewd sounds. Filthy slurps. Exactly. On the spot–perfect. Bliss.

No more rules. No more teasing. You tangled your fingers in his hair, palm on the back of his head, and used his mouth to fuck yourself, hips lifted to ride his tongue. He allowed you to do so; slipping his arms under your ass to bring you closer, sealing his lips around your clit, moaning along to your unchaste cries, giving you what you deserved. Adoring eyes cherishing how intensely you unraveled for him after winding you up for so long.

“Three years,” you gasped as the haze waned, and your body collapsed. “Since we shared a table in Chemistry.”

[smuttyaf]

Please, please, please?

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

wc; 12.8k | xxxtra for the business

“What are you doing up?”

Forest view gazing down your body in the reflection before him as he continues to button his dress shirt. The sheer nightgown displays perky nipples with lettuce trim flowing across your upper thigh slightly revealing the delicate bow of your panties.

You rested against the door frame, one hand rubbing your eye as the other felt over the soft panel of wood. The dim lighting that the walk-in closet brings allows your eyes to quickly adjust to his appearance; sleek Amiri suit fitting his body sophisticatedly, hair pushed away from his face with the combination of his cologne intruding the area. His dazzling physique adds brightness to the space that makes your fingers fall from their position with lips parting.

Every morning Harry would be gone before you even wrinkled your nose, and every night you would already be laid to rest and still he wouldn’t be by your side until hours later. With such days left unseen but only felt through late night touches, it’s as if it's been months since you’ve last seen him.

“I heard you.” Words said so soft and gentle that it has Harry halt his movements to turn around.

He drinks in the way your body leans off the frame and towards him. Subconsciously swaying your hips seductively making your breasts jump to each beat, your face still resembling needed sleep. Your own perfume fills his nose and has his body float towards you effortlessly just as your arms wrap around his shoulders. Tired eyes and cracked lips staring at him with his favorite look.

“I’m sorry.”

“I miss you.”

The pads of your fingertips run along his shoulder blades and down his chest to meet where his dress shirt still reveals inked skin. Manicure nails aid in continuing to button his shirt as both of your stares never waiver.

“Always leaving me so early.” Sleepy voice running across his skin as you lean on your toes to raise up and fix his collar.

Harry tongue peeks out of his mouth to run across his bottom lip, his own touch finding itself wrapped around your hips as he lets his head bow. Hearing those words makes his heart ache, how could it not? Especially when you look like this, all needy and submissive with little cloth covering your skin; he was missing you in every way.

“I don’t mean too…” His own voice coming out quiet yet deep at the same time he brings you closer into his chest.

A sincere hum carries from your throat, head bobbing and lashes fluttering as your fingers roam down his chest slowly. His heart beat picks up under your palm as you lean in, slight smile toying at your lips as you feel his erection press against your thigh.

“I know.” You mutter with gaze breaking from his and letting them run down his frame. The touch that feels amongst him fits itself along his pelvis and begins to grope his cock.

The heavy feel of it in your grip makes you moan quietly, sight batting up at him as your fingers run over his thickness. Whether it was his fragrance clouding your senses or his touch drawing you into his magnetic presence, you were captivated by him and wanted him to take you right then and there.

Sure, it might be four in the morning and Harry should already be leaving the penthouse by now, but you wanted him and it was clear the feeling was mutual.

“I just miss spending time with you.” Grip tightening around his girth as your lips lean forward and dot kisses along his dress shirt.

“I miss feeling you.” One of his hands leaves your waist to run up your spine and collect your locks in his hold, his grip gently tugging your neck back as he continues to lean down and be mesmerized by your aura.

“Especially inside me.” You whisper letting the connection in the room grow stronger as eyes glaze over in pure lust from the situation. “Don’t you miss it too?”

Harry’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, sight examining every twitch and needy draw of your hand just begging for him to fuck you. It’s so alluring, the way your mouth parts to expel the way you feel and how your body curls into him just dying for the feeling you’ve been restrained of.

The strands of your hair collected in his palm holds your head back even further, lips moving closer towards yours as your hand never draws away from stroking his erection through his slacks.

“Of course I do.” Harry mumbles just at the same time you whimper from his breath running across your lips.

The submissive sound makes him smirk, such simple words responding to your question that makes you moan so easily in a way that has him reeling. Harry can’t get enough of you, not when you're laying it down on him like this.

“You want me baby?” He adds with hand leaving your hip and descending down your backside, his fingers sinking beneath the surface of your nightgown and feeling your fat cheeks.

A shaky breath escapes your mouth, eyes closing sensually as you hum and continue to touch him as he does you. Smooth expensive material and the essence of your delicate skin drawing both of you together to tease each other in the closed space.

It’s crazy how enthralled you both can be with just a few seconds in each other’s presence. How there’s this never ending attraction constantly tying you together with the need to crave the other in the most unhealthy way possible. All those empty mornings and lonely nights are embedded with each stroke down his cock and whine leaving your throat.

“Yes.” You whisper as his lips press against yours following every motion of your mouth. “Please Harry, please?”

Flesh sinks amongst each other not caring for the indifference of morning breath but instead on pleasuring the ache of arousal that’s been brewing since buttoning the rest of his shirt. Transfix stare and persuasive body language was all that was needed to have both of you ready to pounce for the forgotten time spent.

His tongue roams amongst yours messily as if drunk from the off taste of you, his fingers running over your pussy lips as the other begins to massage your scalp. It was moments when he touches you like this that make you melt like putty in his hands. So gentle yet rough, so tall but firm. You’re sure it’s obvious how much you desire his cock at the moment, it’s practically written all over your face and Harry loves that.

It’s admirable how you whimper and blush under his presence, how you can be so confident in your actions but submissive with such little effort. It has him groaning against your lips, his mouth smoothly slotting against yours as he takes steps deeper into your presence that makes you walk backwards, your body shuffling across the room to press you into the otherside of the closet.

The rushed movement squishes your grip against his hips as he begins to runt himself into your body. Palm pressed tightly amongst his stiff cock as it moves roughly dying to feel you wrapped around him.

“Mr. Styles…”

Dominant name falls from your mouth smoothly while head cranes back into the closet frame. The cool feel of the wood makes you hum pleasantly as his lips float amongst your chin, light kisses sinking along your flesh with his fingers begin to swivel circles along your throbbing hole.

Having you like this and calling him by his desired title was like dangling candy in front of his face. You’re so eager to please and submit to him it’s like you’re just begging for it as much as he is.

And Harry adores that, absolutely loves it, really. The way he can shove you into furniture as if nothing and have you moaning against him like the toy you are to him. Tiny clothing fitting plump flesh with the savory taste of you that he’s been missing these past few weeks, it’s so wrong of him to leave you with such little attention but with the way you act so desperate for his touch, god does he love it so much.

“I’d love to baby,” He breathes as his hand releases from your hair and gazes down the other side of your neck.

The way he has you positioned right now, with dripping pussy lips and moaning incoherently against him has him thrust forward again. His touch roaming amongst your collarbones with delicate yet rough fingers following the indents of your skin as if trying to memorize every divet and curve.

It draws over your shoulder to skim down your armpit, cupping your breast to soon let his palm flex the fat skin together as if a stress reliever before letting go to twist your aroused nipples in his grip. A sharp intake of breath gathers within your lungs as your sight slithers open to reveal dainty light fixtures and Harry’s feathered curls.

“Please sir, I want you so bad.” You whine with your head swaying to press love into his neck.

“Really?” Teasing voice of him running across your flesh that has you shiver at the feel.

Your hand flexes amongst his moving hips as you indulge in the feeling of him playing with you. Fingers drawing down soaked folds, splatter of bruises trickling up your skin as he taunts you. Even though you hate when he toys with you like this, you can’t help but love it.

“Yes… don’t you feel what you do to me.” Inhaling eerily as your hips jerk shakily at the feel of his fingers grazing your clit.

Harry hums knowingly. His own body stepping further into your touch as if reiterating your own words with the way his cock drags against your skin wanting nothing more than to feel your walls around him.

“I do… and I love it.” He sighs with mouth drawing away from bitten skin and carrying his head up to look at your blissed out face. “I love it so much.”

Mouth sinking against yours to deliver the fresh peppermint paste floating amongst his tongue to transfer along yours and swirl together.

His thumb and index finger release from their previous motions of tugging your nipple to softly smack the flesh and collect it into his palm once more. The thin material allows him to feel every ripple and squirm that draws down your body as he continues to explore every space he’s missed so much.

From the smell of your shampoo to the way your body molds against his so easily it sways his frame into yours. The spine of the closet digging further into your back, tongue stroking against yours lovingly while his paste slows down in your hand.

A relieving sigh passes through your nose as mouths continue to link together and exchange in sloppy kisses, limbs continue to flex and move against each other with eagerness as Harry stands pressed against you refined and exquisite. His cologne making you dizzy in the best way as hands leave you a begging mess. You missed him so much.

Pinned fingers slither up the tight expanse of his waist to trail along the undercut of his curls, nails scratching the surface lightly just as his hips slouch against yours once more. The desperate plea for attention graces both of your lips as his mouth pulls away, the wet feeling of him leaves you only to carry your touch to bring him closer once more.

“I can’t baby.”

Disappointment falls amongst your skin warm with a combination of his fingers feeling over your clit playfully, only furthering your desire for him. An unsatisfied huff passes through your lips before you’re taking initiative to lean forward and begin drawing your love amongst his jaw.

“Please, Harry.” You sigh with touch going to gently massage the bottom of his neck. Thumbs drawing softly down the expanse that has him relaxing further under your touch. “I miss you so much.”

Hips rolling amongst his erection as you let his skin suck between your lips, tongue swirling against the expanse before your releasing it to further create bruises along the space.

“And I miss you too…” His fingers drawing down your slit once more before it’s passing between your ass cheeks and hugging you closer amongst the curve of your ass. “But I have to go.”

“No.” You whine pathetically, fingers halting from their previous motions as your head slouches against the pane. “Just stay.” Sight looking up as you carry his face towards yours letting him see how bad you want him no matter how it made you look.

“Please?”

Whispered softly and so sweetly that it puckers his lips, head swaying sadly as he peers down at you. Like always, he stares through you as if knowing every little thought dwindling in your mind and satisfied with the fact that he consumes every single one of them.

“I’m sorry, baby… you know I am, I want to spend every day with you.” His fingers crawl up to cup your bum as his lips fall into a straight line. “But I have to go.”

Another huff passes through your lips before your sight is rolling in annoyance. Nails trailing down his skin in disdain at the same time Harry lands gentle smack against your cheek.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He commands which leaves you bowing your head under his gaze. His right hand trails away from their position to fit itself amongst your chin, his favorite place to hold.

“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I want with you.” Teeth sucking back his bottom lip as he looks over your features before releasing the flesh. “It’ll only be a few hours, then I’ll be back.. so I want you to be a good girl, and I’ll see you when I get home.”

His eyes draw close as he places one more cherished kiss amongst your sad lips. Another depressing huff fills the space when he pulls away, gaze skimming down your frame as his fingers grip your cheeks in his palm.

It never made sense to you why he always needs to be up so early for work, never understood why his presence is needed at the highest point in dawn but still you never questioned it. Harry provides for you, anything you want and need he’ll snap his finger and have it in your hands immediately, so you’re not one to question his absence with everything given. However you are entertained to see him refrain from falling into your tactics, especially in this situation.

Your head turns away from him at the same time the touch that once draped along his neck pushes his hand away as you side step him..

“What a shame.” You sigh as you begin walking towards the entrance, head twisting a bit to catch Harry staring at you while fixing himself back up. A smirk tugs across your lips from the obvious attention before you watch him quickly scoop up his blazer and walk towards you.

A giggle trails from your lips as he comes up behind you beginning to pinch your sides. Playful teasing continues down the descent of you following him to the elevator and kissing him goodbye. It was only seconds later did you curl into bed and slip back to sleep, letting the previous moments aid in the pleasant dreams that sweep you away for a couple more hours.

“Tired?” Emilio smiles once taking the car out of park and checking his blind spot before pulling out.

A genuine smile tugs at your lips as you nod your head in agreement. “Nothing like feeling burnout on a Tuesday.”

Hands leaving your sides to tighten your ponytail as you still feel sweat dampen the baby hairs flatten amongst your forehead. Your sight catches over the many pedestrians and street vendors filling the road as you begin to make your way home.

Pilates definitely kicked your ass today but it was worth it, the soreness in your calves to the slight pain running along the underside of your arms only meant you were looking your absolute best. Ever since being away from Jasper’s you spent all your days going to appointments to keep up your appearance and have Harry’s entourage chauffeur you around.

All his credit card information connected to your phone to tap away whatever you needed, weekly money transfers to your account regardless of such access to his life. It was reassuring that you held a place in there, that you were really his and can confidently say that.

Fingers draw down your neck feeling the dry sweat built up after your class. The crusty feel of it makes your face twist in disgust before skimming your hand along your leggings. A sigh leaves your mouth as your head kneels back into the leather interior, eyes scanning every skyscraper crossing your vision as cool air blows through the vents.

“Don’t worry miss, once you get home and take a nice shower you’ll feel ten times better!” Sincere smile being sent through the rear view mirror which has you laugh softly.

“Hopefully.”

Though a shower would be nice and refreshing you knew the only thing that would sooth your bones was a nice warm bath, which is exactly what you began to run once you got in.

You smiled at Cleo in the doorway before heading straight upstairs to bring the water to the right temperature before stripping down and dipping into the steamy bubble bath letting aromas of lavender and vanilla fill the space.

Sore skin and weak limbs relax softly against the porcelains bath that lets a satisfying moan trail out. You rest against the panel and drag your fingers down the many jet flow options provided.

Moments like this amaze you that this is what your life consisted of now; nail appointments, facials, regular shopping sprees, and pilates lessons. All you had to do was look pretty and keep your mouth shut and Harry rewarded you for such things. That’s been your motto most recently, just smile and nod, be his good little doll that he loves so much.

Chewing on your bottom lip you firmly press on the preferred jet option only increasing the volume of bubbles in the steaming water. Carefully you turn on your thigh, fingers swiping amongst your towel carefully before collecting your phone and immediately going to your camera.

The large window space in the expansive bathroom adds beautiful light to display thick clouds to surround you and display water dripping from your slender shoulders and around your plump round breasts, you knew you looked amazing, especially after a workout, so it was only right to tease Harry, make him feel bad for leaving you hot and heavy after not seeing him for so long.

You carefully zoom in and lean your phone downwards purposely posing with your tits out on display, the consistent clicks ring off in the space before you turn your camera a bit to lean over and display your backside even more. The photos you took are sexy and without a second thought you’re picking your favorites and sending them to Harry.

Your body twists around once more, eyes watching closely with lip between your teeth as you see the photos registered as delivered on both ends. Index fingers tap along either side of your phone as you feel anxiety begin to creep up. You’ve never been bold enough to send him nudes because it was never necessary in the relationship; whenever Harry wanted your attention it didn’t take much for you to provide him with it, but it’s only been as if recently after moving in did little time begin to be spent with each other.

Carelessly you begin scrolling up and reading your previous conversations from days ahead asking him when he’ll be home to how’s work to i miss you’s, that’s normally all they ever consisted of as he spent his time doing god knows what in your absence.

And just as your thoughts begin to veer that far your screen automatically slides down to reveal three bubbles dancing across the screen for what seems to be so eerily long as your heart thumps against your chest until his response floats across the screen.

More

Only registering in your brain as the many times he would encourage you to beg for more of his withering attention during times of need.

As if being in that same situation you immediately go back to your camera and subtly push your breasts together. Flaky bubbles dotting amongst your chest as water flows between the crevice of skin between swollen breasts, your index finger and thumb collect your nipple and tug on it with mouth slightly parted and moaning quietly.

Once again, you choose your favorite pictures and send them to him. The ringing swipe of the photos goes through just as you let your back relax with happiness soaring through, it felt good to finally be noticed.

Turn around

Bend over for me baby

Teeth chew into the side of your mouth before you raise up once more, free hand positioning your towel against the marble surface while carefully clicking the longest timer setting before beginning to pose.

Both hands leaning on the side of the tub while you curve your spine just the way he likes, head leaning to the side to stare out the window and let the strands of your hair cascade down your back beautifully. The timer goes off letting the multiple lens sound puncture your ears, you smile to yourself before turning around and setting it up once more, this time with your chest leaning into the rim of the tub and both hands pulling your cheeks apart to have your pussy out on display.

Once the familiar ring goes off again you’re gripping your phone back into your palm and looking through the raunchy pictures. You haven’t took photos like these since highschool so it was reassuring that the long forgotten poses are still ingrained in your memory and that Harry was appreciating it.

After selecting your favorite ones you immediately send them to him, teeth biting into your lip and feeling the soft plump skin below as your thumb begins to move across the keyboard.

Don’t you want to fill me up, sir?

Smirk tugging across your lip as hand begins to roam along your body. From shoulder blades to breasts, to the crevices of your ribs to your belly button until it draws down your pussy.

The memory of Harry’s own fingers groping you this morning floods your mind. His lips pressed against yours, body shoving you into walls with cock pressed snug against you. You missed him so much, and hopefully this is persuading enough to get him home at this moment.

You’re so sexy princess

Got me so hard during my meeting

Your heart immediately paddles at the thought of him looking down at his phone with such pictures of you crossing the screen being surrounded by business men. It turned you on and you wanted nothing more than to please him at this moment despite the distance.

I miss you so much Mr. Styles

I’m touching myself thinking about this morning

Finger swirls around your clit with an erotic moan flowing out as pleasure creeps up your body. The added pressure of the jets massaging your limbs adds to your body relaxing and hips slouching amongst the glass letting you sink deeper into the tub.

Interesting

I don’t remember telling you to do that

Your ear begins to ring at the words floating across the screen, heart beat increasing as you continue to let your touch float amongst your pussy once more.

Even from far away Harry’s dominance speaks volumes, how you manage to feel even more warmer while soaking in this bathtub at the change in conversation over such conditions, how you can nearly feel his irritated demeanor through the screen.

With teeth now chewing into your lips and fingers tapping amongst the case of your phone, you can’t help the surge of deviance that crawls through. He’s the one who left you all high and dry this morning, hell, he’s been the one gone for weeks without little care for your needs. It was only right for you to poke at him.

I know but I don’t feel like being a good girl today

Sight watching closely the way the three dots build up on the screen with quickness at resistance over your actions. It wasn’t only entertaining but it was endearing seeing his feelings and how possessive he is towards you.

Don’t play smart with me

You better not be touching yourself still

Every sentence translates in your mind as his voice which has another moan trail from your throat, lashes fluttering as your touch flattens against your pussy lips.

And if I am?

Giggle slipping through as you let your finger pull away and slither backup your body from its previous descent.

This is exciting… actually this was more than that, it was fun! Having Harry rock hard on the other side of the city while you tease him through the phone. It finally felt like you had some control back and you’ll do whatever you can to maintain it.

If you are then you’re not gonna like your punishment when I get home

A wobble of a smile flows amongst your features at the premeditated event already set in place, how he’s already plotting about how he’ll discipline and treat you. It was only right that you feel completely light headed at the thought of what can happen hours from now.

Oh well

Guess I will see you when you get here then

If that’s how you want to play it then be ready

You grin to yourself happily as lock your phone before twirling yourself over in the bathtub, giddy feeling tingling through your toes and down your spine at the adrenaline soaring through about what's in store.

After the steamy conversation, you cleaned up and immediately began preparing yourself. Vintage Christian Dior mini dress gently running along your skin as thin socks cover up to your knees. You did your hair all nice and voluminous with natural makeup enhancing your features as well as spraying your signature scent on all pulse points.

After getting ready you blasted your playlist and started cooking immediately, strands of hair pushed behind your ears as you began to prep the meat and vegetables for the extensive meal about to be made just to impress Harry. Typically you wouldn’t make something so large since you’re the one eating in the dining room, but you wanted to make this night special and cater to him his favorite way.

Boiling noodles, seasoning meat, washing leafy greens before you begin to hear the beautiful sound of searing steak and smell the delicious food beginning to fill the penthouse. You made sure everything was perfect; constantly checking temperatures, carefully looking over the stringy pasta so it was just the right amount of soft that Harry enjoys.

It was as if you’re a teenager again with the ecstatic feeling consuming you over him being home tonight. It must be very telling because Cleo struts in and loops himself between your legs, beginning to purr adding comforting reassurance that makes you relax a bit and not overwhelm yourself with the high expectations you set.

You grade cheese, layer it in a dazzling pattern before popping it in the oven and setting it to bake. You remember to consistently spoon the natural oil onto the steak cutlets so it soaks in the juices properly while tossing and turning the carrots and broccoli in another pan. You were focused and attentive towards every occupied gasket making sure everything is going smoothly.

With everything that Harry does for you this night has to be special. From appearances to flavor, everything has to look its best. Living in this high rise apartment, being surrounded by such luxury it was only right to pamper and care for him after all that he does. Even despite leaving early and staying out late on a regular occurrence it was obvious that you’re happy to play this role in his life as his own personal doll, and like everything you have to play the part perfectly.

Once all sides are cooked you decorate the dining table and plate everything before cleaning up any remaining messes. The savory smell tingles your nose and has your lips running over each other wholeheartedly content with the dinner choices for tonight.

Just as you light a candle to add to the ambiance of the decorated kitchen, the gears of the elevator doors turning pick up your already anxious heart and have a nervous smile tugging across your mouth.

You carefully slip away from the connected kitchen to pass through the lounging area where you see the sliver doors begin to pull apart. The once scared smile turns into a wide grin as you see a large circular bouquet of red roses pressed against Harry’s suited chest. Your paste turns into delicate hops on your toes when passing by the living room and right towards him stepping into the quaint hallway.

“Hi baby!” You shine with happiness, leaning up on your toes as he meets you halfway to press a kiss to your lips.

“My love.” He says once pulling away and letting his hand sling around your waist while passing you the flowers. “For you.”

“They’re beautiful,” You smile while leaning in once more to give him a peck. “Let me put these in a vase.” Turning on your heel you begin to retrace your steps before you feel Harry’s presence behind you.

“What are you doing?” You question while stopping in your tracks, his own body halting as he smiles admired by you.

“Pouring myself a glass.” Being his answer that has you looking at him with a raised brow and seductive glint in your eye.

“Sit down, I’ll fetch you it.” Sight connecting between the couch and him which leaves him to smirk before taking a seat.

His sight draws down your frame obnoxiously drinking in your appearance. The black slip dress provides in your curves to stand out heavenly as the knee length pantyhose places an undeniable sexy appeal over you. Just seeing you like this was already making him hard despite only being around each other for a few seconds.

You concedingly sway your hips as you pass through the door frame and run luke warm water before pouring the proper contents into a vase and sticking the bouquet in. After trending to your surprise gift you return back to the large living room where you go to the designated bar in the space and begin fixing his usual order.

It was impossible for you not to watch him from your position in the room. Despite only seeing the back of his head and faint side profile Harry radiants all that you love in this man. His beauty, determination, class, elegance. There is so much to adore about him that it isn’t a surprise you already feel your clit throbbing.

His body shuffled against the leather of the couch, his fingers undoing buttons to peel open his blazer and carry a cuban to his lips, soon the aged tobacco adds to the delicious smell in the air which further reminds you of how much you’ve missed him.

Three cubes of ice clink amongst the glass before you’re filling the intricate cup half way and making your way over to your boyfriend. Your knees cushioning your position as you sit next to him with drink outstretched.

Just as he inhales the rolled leaf, his hand peels away from his thigh to accept the glass and send a wink your way, only making you blush from ear to ear.

“Are you hungry? I just finished dinner and set everything out,” You question while examining the way the smoke bellows through the space before he’s sipping back the dark liquid.

Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow, lengthy fingers gripping the glass as his body rests along the couch pleasantly. His cologne fills your nose and has you subconsciously leaning closer towards him, one hand running amongst his thigh and other resting along his bicep.

“I made lasagna with steak, medium rare just how you like, and I made—”

“—Domestic looks good on you.”

Faint smile tugs across your lips as heart thumps at the compliment. Your head sways into his shoulder when looking towards his slacks that display his obvious erection.

“You think so?” Hand drawing down the material as you fit yourself deeper into his side.

“All this for me? Of course.” His arm raises to fit over your shoulders and bring you closer. “I love what I’m molding you to be.”

Stomach immediately fills with butterflies at such manipulative words entering the air that now fuels the heightened craving you feel towards Harry.

“Put this down for me love,” His hand fitting the glass amongst your hand along his thigh. Immediately you accept and place it onto the center table. Your head turning to look at him as you sit up and gaze towards his appearance.

His sight examines every feature over your face while he inhales the tobacco. Black mascara painting your lashes, pink hue of gloss spread amongst your lips as warmth carries throughout your cheeks and down your neck. He loves that he has this control over you, how you get so nervous under his eyes. He absolutely adores it.

“I appreciate the meal but I’m not really hungry for that.” Thick clouds twirl between the space of you both as your teeth fits along your lip. The hand that once carried the cool drink runs its way back down his knee and up his thigh.

“Thought I forgot about what you did today?” Harry chuckles darkly while leaning in and drawing his mouth along your neck.

Flesh rolls into your mouth as you shake your head softly, touch running along his erection to outline the thick shape of him with a soft whimper leaving your throat at such dirty words gracing your skin.

“Speak doll, I want you to speak.”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Mr. Styles.”

Knees sink deeper into the cushions as you drink in the curls that flow effortlessly through his scalp and lips so smooth, continuously teasing you to the point that such possessive words captivate you.

“So… what are you waiting for?” Green eyes looking between you and his cock as he brings the cigar to his mouth.

Thighs push together at such discern for your feelings as he shuffles deeper into the couch. Your grip over his erection drawing down the length as you fit your hand next to the occupied one.

Tongue slithers out of your mouth to taste the gloss across your lips as you excitedly begin to undo his belt. Rushed fingers tugging the belt through its metal loops that makes Harry smirk at your eager behavior, his sight watching closely the way you tug his pants down and look back at him with doe eyes.

“I missed your cock in my mouth so much,” You hum as your hands feel over his thickness, lashes fluttering in your vision over how hard he is in your palm.

A smirk tugs across Harry lips as he sucks in the poisonous smoke, gaze examining you like he always does when caught up in your submissive demeanor. How your flesh juts out bitten and shiny, hands softly stroking him with affection as your body continues to lean impossibly close to him captivated by his dominance.

His hand draws away from your shoulder to draw along the back of your neck, thumb smoothly running across your skin staring at you and all your beauty. Harry still can’t comprehend how you're his. How your charm and captivating aura are forever bound to him in every way imaginable. How all it takes is one look and his cock is standing up straight unable to control his desire for you even if it’s for a split second.

It’s what makes the connection so riveting, constantly tied by such attractive beauty. Perky breasts bound by lace with polyester shining under the low light from the setting in the room, to the skyscrapers shining in the distance. Hair flowing down your shoulders with spine beautifully curved to nestle in his chest. He worships your beauty and attentiveness, always ready whenever he is as if been longing even worse for such receptive touch, as if missing it just as much as he is.

“Is that so?” He hums with touch feeling over baby hairs. Teasing voice flowing across your skin as his sight looks over your lips; plump and juicy, all red and bitten, he wants to kiss you, wants to taste your sweet tongue amongst his but he hasn’t forgotten his plan.

“Yes, sir.” Answering with a nod of your head as fingers blindly release him from his boxers and moan at the warm heaviness of him.

“Well…” Harry sighs while letting his grip over your neck tighten to control your movements as he playfully shakes your head. “It doesn’t look like it.”

His other hand carries the cuban to his lips while he releases your head and slouchs amongst the cushions. Once again, his nonchalant demeanor swoons you to shuffle backwards on your knees and lean further down his body.

Eyes relish in the beauty of his erection; how it’s all veiny and pulsing in your hand. It has you moaning at the site, how lengthy and thick he is, how he fills up every inch of you so effortlessly. You’re so consumed by the look of him that you're salivating, drool hanging down the corner of your mouth before they pierce together to spit along the slit of his cock.

Saliva divides into three as it flows down the girth of him, such a dazzling sight in front of you that you don’t resist to lean forward and suck him into your mouth. Glossy flesh wrapping around the crown of him while tongue drags around the curved edges, immediately a moan muffles around him from the salty taste.

Lashes flutter at the forgotten flavor of him, mouth twisting to relish in the fact that he’s finally between your lips. That the weighty feel of him already dragging down your throat has your thighs spreading wider and eyes sensually rolling.

Mouth slowly slides down the expanse of him, spit cascading down every vein and covering every inch of skin till there’s no longer air filling up your lungs. It’s a delicious burning feeling, the way they thump and beg for oxygen till your nose is running across the soft hairs along Harry’s groin. It’s the best kind of pleasure, the type that has you moaning against him once more before drawing up and admiring how wet and gorgeous his cock looks.

And just as you’re so starstruck by how hefty he stands and fits in your palm, does he hum pleasantly at the sight of you yearning for him, all deer eye and pouty, he can’t control his hands from spreading down your back and rubbing against your plump ass cheeks, his other hand bringing his cigar to his lips and puffing on the cuban.

Smoke breezes through dancing in twirls as you continue to slurp him down your throat. Trousers bunched up over his knees, your dress riding up to reveal your skinny g-string, his own grip feeling over exposed skin as lights twinkle over and illuminate the sexual space. The energy of dominance that radiates is strong yet easy to distinct the submissive role of being on your knees and swallowing him down.

“Good girl.” Harry groans with thighs shuffling against the cushions, his head leaning back as his eyes close.

The grip your mouth has over him, slick and cherry red engulfing him so beautifully, he forgot how good your mouth feels. So succulent, so moist, god, you have so much control over him you don’t even know.

It’s why his hand lies a deafening smack against your backside, why he grunts wholeheartedly, aroused by the way he feels your flesh recoil back, how soft yet fat it is. He has to suck in a breath to control himself from acting on his immediate thoughts.

“That’s it… take it all in your mouth.”

Pads of his finger running down the material of your thong till it’s swiping through your lips, the warmth of his slap radiates sending warmth throughout your body. It’s that addicting tingle that has your spine flexing back into his hand. Another muffled moan releasing from your mouth as you draw up his cock, bubbles and spit roaming down the expanse that has you licking your lips at the sight.

“What did I just say?” Harry huffs, the hand carrying the cigar directs you to take him back.

In a drowsy trance your swollen smackers part once more to accept him. Glistening eyes met with a tired throat continuing to stroke him. Your vision a mix between his thigh nestle across the couch to the sparkling lights twinkling in the distance. It shifts with each descent down him with blurry spheres filling your vision as tears brim your waterline.

It’s pure euphoric pain that aches throughout your throat; how strained and stuff you feel. Glands burning, cheeks stretched, and tongue sore from swirling around him relishing in the taste that you’ve missed so much.

Your spine curves in as your mouth continues to fit down him. Pleasant hum leaves as your brows push together at him filling your throat completely. Crown of his cock tagging your uvula while your nose grazes against his pubic hair; and just as you’re about to pull away his hand situated on your head shoves you back down, his hips adjusting slightly to begin thrusting into your throat.

“Fuck.” Harry moans in a long drawl as he fucks your mouth. His head leaning away from the couch to open his eyes and watch you follow his every movement.

With each thrust it’s a wet squelching sound releasing into the space, silky and passionate with smooth plush lips. Harry is going absolutely manic the way he’s buried into your throat right now. He’s missed this so much, he’s missed you so much.

You’re irresistible and it’s moments like this where he can’t believe you’re his. Dressed all sexy and bent on all fours just accepting of his movements. It’s why he lands another demanding smack against your ass letting a grunt escape him.

His grip relaxes over your head allowing you to rise up and inhale deeply. Your hand situated between his leg along the couch runs under your eye catching the mess of tears. With sight all fuzzy and mouth sore from the assault you can barely catch your breath before his fingers carefully bring your mouth towards him.

Lips slotting against each other all slow and nurturing as if he wasn’t just roughly fucking your throat minutes ago. His tongue controlled and enticing, twisting and tangling along yours so sensually that you’re moaning into the kiss.

The hand that once cleaned the mascara under your eye runs up his arm to hold his neck. Mouths still exchanging love as hands roam amongst clothing grasping and gripping like time apart was the most dreadful thing for both of you to experience.

Cigar and whisky stains your lips; it’s the long forgotten taste that has you reminiscing about all those late nights and hours you spent fitting amongst each other until falling asleep. All those memories flooding your mind and having your body lean further into him.

“I missed you so much, Harry.” You sigh once pulling away from the kiss. Eyes fluttering open to watch him lean back, hand running over your backside as the other pulls away from your face.

The cigar is long forgotten between his fingers with his attention now sorely on you and the whine that rings through the air so needy for him. He smirks, all charming and sweet, his head leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips while his touch runs up your spine and drags your dress along the skin.

“I know.” He breathes against your flesh, his eyes looking at every feature that displays such eagerness that he simply just has to toy with. “Why don’t you take this off for me baby.” Sight descending down your frame as you bite your lip sensually before standing.

Your foot slips between his thighs and down his calf being intriguing just like when you first met him. Fingers softly roaming down his neck to rest along his shoulders as you stand between his legs, hips swaying to the music in the air as your gaze falls towards his unattended hands nestled along the cushions.

With confidence you lean towards Harry, chest playfully dazzling in its display as you let your hands roam down either side or him till you're collecting the unattended cigar back in your hold. Swiftly turning around you teasingly lean over, ass on display as you continue to sway your hips and place the cuban onto the ashtray.

And as your knees begin to flex your fingers teasingly drape up your hips, feeling over the material as waist continues to swing. The seductive movements have you nostalgic of the familiar decorative room that you both would find yourselves locked away in. How your head rolls and touch skims over lace easily, how your motions are dedicated to being alluring and sexy like the many times you’ve done before.

It adds to the longing desire that’s been craving Harry. Heavy gaze locked watching your every motion, teeth shining as he bites back his lip and watches you dance; he’s captivated, and it’s very telling from his deamour to his erection laying across his stomach. It makes you grow even more hot as if burning up with a fever.

The pads of your toes twist against the floor as your hips continue to move. Fingers running along the trim of your dress, playfully rubbing it further up your waist until pulling the material over your head. Swollen breasts, perky nipples, and delicious hips flowing to the music flowing in the room. It’s like you’re back at Jasper’s with every motion revealing skin and turning each other on even more.

The sexual desire between both bodies is very compelling, it fills the penthouse with the unique aroma of a decadent meal and furious passion brewing within the room. Steps bring yourself closer into his chest with gaze glimmering as he welcomes you with open arms. Harry’s eyes shine as head cranes up, lips pulling back into a smirk as you lean downward getting closer towards him.

“Want me baby?” Voice trailing across your lips with his hands running down your waist as you nod your head and begin tugging down his blazer.

“Mhmm…” You hum just as he raises up to allow you to drape it off him. Your attention completely focused on evening the scale of nudity as you carefully unbutton his dress shirt.

Sparrows, butterfly, and black out heart exposing itself as the soft glow of the chandelier above lights up his toned figure. Immediately it has you licking your lips, sight obnoxiously looking at him all nude and exposed that it has your thighs squish together when your pussy throbs at the sight.

“Get on the table for me.” Harry orders, his gaze examining your body and how delicious you look.

“The table?” You question while pulling away from his face and looking towards the sturdy center piece in the living room.

“Yes, love.” He replies, touch skimming down your thighs before they trail away and run across his own leaving you to follow his command.

Carefully you lie yourself on the glass, the cool feel of it makes you sigh comfortably with calves crossing over themselves. Vision now parallel to Harry who has one arm against the frame of the couch while the other strokes himself. That sight alone has you moaning quietly as you sit up to get an even better view.

“Open ya’ legs.” He commands next, his hand descending down his dick slowly as you unravel your feet and spread them apart.

Harry surveys your body positioned on the table, all firm and tight, how the sheer material along your thighs adds to your aura. Always eager to please, always submissive and ready for whatever he is. He can’t get enough of you.

“Play with yourself.” He directs with tongue wetting his bottom lip and grip drawing back up his length. The sight alone with the combination of his words has you sucking in a breath. Mouth curling in as your knees lift closer towards your chest with thighs widening, hand slipping off the table to run down your stomach.

Teasingly you let your touch run down your bikini area running over your clothed lips. Pleasant hum trailing from your throat as your neck rolls slowly, your finger drawing back up your pussy with eyes lowering at the sensation running through.

“C’mon baby,” Harry eggs on, his thighs sounding against the couch as he shifts forward, his hand gripping your upper thighs and pulling you towards him so roughly that the table moves. The actions have you giggling with head slouching to the side, eyes rolling playfully as you feel his touch roam up your waist.

“Play with your pussy for me.” He orders once more with touch pulling your panties down your legs.

The warm air hits your throbbing core happily making you sigh with comfort. Still a grin spreads across your features as you lean up on your elbow and watch Harry take his place once more. Hand seeping back between your legs to draw fingers down your soaking pussy that begs for attention.

“Yeah, just like that.” Harry breathes, back relaxing into the couch and grip dragging back down his cock.

Those words are so simple yet have your stomach erupt with butterflies, loving such attention spreads your hips wider displaying your middle finger rubbing circles along your clit, soft moan falling from your lips as you see Harry relax further into the couch.

He has seen every single inch of your naked skin but laying here in this position touching yourself in front of him, this was on a whole other level, especially with him sitting across from you doing the same thing. It doesn’t take you long to fall into the intoxicating feeling flowing. Such smooth rhythmic motions pleasuring your pussy making your mouth hang open, heat coursing through your bloodstream at an alarming paste with the way your heart is hammering in your chest. From your own touch to Harry’s hungry gaze, you’re drunk off such emotions.

“Mmm…” You hum in satisfaction, head swaying to the other side as you dip your finger into your pussy. “I feel so tight Mr. Styles.”

Words easily having Harry groan in his seat as he watches closely to the way your juices collect along the ridges of your finger from each stroke pleasing yourself. Sweet nectar shining in the light making his grip tighten amongst the sofa, bicep flexing and thumb running over the slit of his cock bubbling with precum.

Even though he was the one to set up this plan of having you touch yourself in front of him, he didn’t think it would be this tempting. He wants to feel you wrapped around him, all warm and wet. He wants to feel your skin, nice and soft. And he wants to smell your scent all over him while being burrowed in your deepest parts. He’s absolutely feening for you and all that you do.

“Just want you to fill me up,” You continue with lashes batting slowly from the way your knuckle collects with wetness. “Don’t you want that, Mr. Styles.” Lips parting even more as you curl your finger to replicate what he does when having his finger inside you, but because of such difference in length it leaves you whining in your throat.

“Fuck…” You moan in frustration. Head rolling back, eyes closing, and nostrils flaring as your finger leaves your pussy to draw back down your folds. Overwhelming arousal drips out of your punctured hole as your touch collects it to run along your clit once more.

Harry watches everything; the way your breasts bounce subtly, brows push together in frustration with pussy glistening. He’s so hungry for you and it’s just killing him inside watching you and knowing that this what you were doing on the other side of the phone, that the way you're pleasuring yourself right now is what you were doing while he was sitting in front of business executives.

He’s so greedy and for all good reasons. You’re the light of his life, the joy during his boring days that everything you do easily has him ready to pounce on you, but instead his arm tears away from the cushions to let his teeth bite into the back of his hand to control himself.

“Mm.. I want you to touch me, Mr. Styles. Please?” You whine again with head sloshing and pout spreading amongst your lips. The sensitivity roaming has your thighs shudder at the slow motion drawing across your clit.

“I’d love to, baby…” Harry sighs with touch sliding down his cock steadily. “But I love watching you play with yourself.”

Words make your nostrils flare with view locked on him jerking off and surveying you with so much hunger that you’re surprised he wants you to continue your actions. So surprised that the annoyed huff that passes through your lips is noticeable to him, causing his face to light up with amusement.

“You didn’t seem to mind earlier.” He comments with grip twisting himself upwards that makes him hiss at the feel. The sound alone has your brows furrow and head lean back to look towards the ceiling with aggravation.

“No, it wasn’t like that.” You say shaking your head pitifully at the teasing taking place as if you’re not dying to have him fuck your brains out.

“Oh, it wasn’t?”

“No.”

“How was it then?”

Another huff leaves your nose as your head cranes forward to see the charming smile of your boyfriend enjoying the view of his torment. You roll your eyes playfully at the same time your foot extends to run on top of his knee. Sight watching closely the way he deeply inhales with view panning over your devious actions toying with him.

“I just wanted you to know… what I was doing…” Finger running back down the expanse of your pussy as you look at him with flirty eyes. As much as you hate the constant needling of Harry’s character it’s hard to deny how much it draws you both together.

“But I never told you to do that.” Harry counters with sight staring longingly at you plunging your finger back in. A deep breath leaving him as his gaze goes back to your alluring face.

“Harry…” Drawing out his name pouting and purposely fluttering your lashes as your feet continue to roam up his thigh.

“Still calling me that?” His smile fading as he sits up on the couch, chest leaning towards you and licking his lips.

“Ugh, Mr. Styles.” Moaning dramatically as your shoulders slouch a bit. The game being played is beginning to grow tiresome and honestly you’ll do anything for him to just take you then and there. “You’re making this so difficult for me.” Toe running back down the expanse to sway his knee. The happy glint in your eye is what has Harry feening, his body moving closer towards you as he continues to rub himself.

As much as he should be harsher on you for not saying his dominant name, he lets you get away with it because hearing you whine and whimper his actual one turns him on more than anything at this moment. He hasn’t heard you call his name in so long and just hearing it falling from your lips has his heart singing a different tune.

“I am?” Harry remarks, smirk tugging across his features as you nod your head with your own grin widening.

“Yes, I just want you to fuck me.” Huffing with finger pulling out to thrust back in once again. Creamy velvet walls accept the skinny finger effortlessly as nostrils flare in annoyance. The position you’re propped up in is incredibly sexy; neck on display, pussy slick and mouth dropped open saying the most promiscuous of things. It makes Harry lean off the couch completely, his hand leaving his cock to collect your thigh and position you further down the table.

“Use me.” Sight flickering between his hand collecting his cock to gaze connecting where your touch slips out of your pussy and greets him rubbing between your lips.

“Play with me, just how you like.” Voice wavering as your mouth wobbles open to expel another whine of frustration when the crown of him runs over your clit.

“Want you you to treat me like your toy.” Brow arching as your head leans forward watching the way he heavily inhales.

“I can do whatever you want and more, baby.” Harry responds with breath falling across your cupid bows as his hips draw back to slowly run down your soaked pussy, such sensual actions has your knees move closer towards his tantalizing hips with an obvious shiver racking through, he laughs lightly at the reaction he has over you.

“Please?” Shoulders slink back as his chest becomes parallel with yours, lips catching onto each other and spine carefully balancing you on the table as you whisper pathetically. “Please?” Asking again, all quiet and sweet just how he likes as he leans back and his head dips shallowly in your fingered hole. Lashes flutter deliciously at the sensation roaming as the pads of your fingers feel over wet skin that glistens with moisture. “Please?” Voice cracked and barely audible as your mouth falls open in awe of Harry’s cock spreading you out just the way you like.

The tight feel of your soiled walls expand around him as he thrust into your pussy, it has Harry moan heavenly along your lips. Emotions high off the sensations you provide that it makes his head sway, nose brushing along your temple with breath floating along your cheek; the feeling enveloping him is as if a long forgotten addiction, one that he doesn't want to quit again, not when it’s like this.

His neck rotates allowing wet kisses to float along your skin, his eyes rolling arousingly as his hips sink into yours. The snug fit that encases him allows a hearty grunt to vibrate through his chest to float amongst yours is a reminder that you both hold together like a puzzle piece, the perfect fit that has both of you pleased at the euphoric tingle raking through.

“Fuck Harry.” Your hand slipping away from between your legs to feel along his biceps. Head leaning back and sight blurry with the amount of arousal coursing through.

“I missed your pussy so much.” He moans into your ear so heavenly that your stomach drops. He knows just what to say to have your mind in the gutter and your pussy a sobbing mess.

Creamy discharge cascades along throbbing veins, crown breaching your hole before plunging back in allowing your folds to stretch and accept the thick cock of Harry. It has you crying out pitifully with nails digging into skin and toes tangling together, he only just entered and you’re already delirious.

His strokes, his touch, his breath fanning across your skin as he fucks you into the table has your mind reeling and waist twitching. The hand balancing yourself against the table runs along the wings of his back, touch trailing from the wide muscle spread to collect his neck and direct his attention back to your mouth.

Tongues twist and tangle together, spit echoing in the space as dedicated thrusts continue to pleasure the aching depths of your body only consumed of Harry. All those nights left alone and mornings greeted with disheveled covers, it all ignites the passion that has you both sloppily moaning into the kiss, rushing as if your time apart is still so sparse.

“I love your cock.” You can’t help but confess, fingers feeling over his chin as you moan against his lips.

“Mhmm…” Harry hums with eyes low and chest shining with sweat. His hands nestled by your thighs holding you there tightens as his thrusts begin to pick up. “Keep going baby, tell me more.” Taunting against your lips while his sight continues to look over your body jerking up the table.

“Feels so good inside me.” You moan, eyes peering up at him all doe as your nails scratch up his skin.

“Alway fuck me so good sir.” Blinking at him as head bobs with each assault, spine curving even further into his chest as your mouth parts letting a moan escape.

“God, I missed you so much.” You mumble drunk off the emotions trickling up your spine. Harry knows just how to fuck you; slow, deep, and rough. It’s like the first time he slipped in and already could tell how you wanted to be treated, how he knew just by the look in your eye to the moan falling from your lips, he knew.

“That’s right baby,” Harry hums adored by the words slipping into the air. He watches your view fall to where you both link, his teeth revealing themselves as he bites his lip and releases one of his hands to hold your neck, such excessive force being brought to have you look at your pussy being filled up.

“Watch me while I fuck you,” He says while rocking his hips and tighting his grip around your skin. The delicious moan that flows out of your throat makes his heart grow warm and pelvis stutter in pleasure at the erotic sound.

And you do exactly what’s told, you watch his cock glimmer in the soft light as he pulls out just to slide back in effortlessly on repeat. Muscled limps flexing with each stroke, calves clenching around his thighs as you fall into the pulsating rhythm. There was only so much longer you could endure Harry fucking you like this before you become every emotion running through.

One hand drags down his arm while the other feels along his fingers holding down your body, touch linking on top of him as a gasp draws from your lips not only feeling the heavy thickness of him filling you up completely but watching his waist sink against yours. Discharge lying in every crevice of your pussy as he plunges in enticingly each time as your mind spins at such a lewd sight.

“You’re so pretty… letting me fuck you like this…”

Voice heard over head as you continue to watch him fuck you relentlessly. Butterfly tattoo glistening, thighs outstretched accepting every thrust as your stomach quivers at the words floating into the air. Your neck twists uncomfortably in his hold with eyes straining as you look between his cock and him.

Unruly curls push back, forest vision dark and unsettling as he continuously attacks your pussy. Breathless grunts floating along your forehead, his grip tightens even more watching you fight to keep your sight on him. The view of you enthralled by such pleasure has his body cower deeper into yours.

“Fuck.” Harry moans, his head tilting to the side as he feels you twitch around him. That feeling alone prepares him for the introduction of your climax.

Plump lips drop open, nails digging into his knuckles as your toes curl and mouth elects delicious moans to trail out of your throat.

“Mr. Styles… I’m gonna…” Not even able to finish your sentence as your pelvic clenches and releases uncontrollably. Eyes blinking slowly overcoming with uncontrollable shocks raking through your body as sight is still caught on his cock fucking you to the point your thighs shake against his hold.

“Yeah, baby. I know you’re comin,” Harry murmurs, hand releasing from your neck to hold you up and lean down to watch arousal sweep across your face. “Feel so good.” He eggs on as squirms begin to flutter along your walls and have his hips stuttering once more. From the tightness wrapped around him to the feeling of your orgasm vibrating throughout, Harry can’t help but lean down and capture your lips which only has you shivering even more. The signature taste of him to the lightning ticking up your spine, you’re not able to control yourself only allowing Harry’s touch keeps your body held down as if nothing, continuing to fuck you through your high.

The pinching euphoric feeling punctures every emotion consumed by him. Ears ringing, knees buckling against hips with toes curling into each other letting your climax ring through and leave your body numb.

“Look baby,” Harry whispers, his chest pulling away to see where you both meet to look at how much your arousal has spread between two bodies. “So pretty for me.” He continues as his strokes calm down and allows you to regain your breath, his sight watching over you heavily as you begin to relax.

“Mmm Mr. Styles,” You hum incoherent as you watch your juices flow along the erect skin of him as he thrusts back in. “Always fuck me so good.” You mumble before your sight is staring back up at him with lip between your teeth.

Harry can’t help but sigh pleasantly at your words, his sight flickering between your glistening pussy and needy eyes, he leans down once more. Bruised flesh linking together to exchange in a sloppy kiss fueled by the stuttering squirms that remind him how much pleasure he brings you. How the words you just breathed correlate to your pussy throbbing around him.

Tongues link messily as touch roams loosely amongst bodies in the room driven by the burning passion that brews within this relationship. Both of you feeling over each other as if starved by one's presence, lips sucking as if greedy to the way you taste amongst each other, moans and whimpers mix between muscles roaming and teeth nipping at skin, the emotions expelling only further intensify the love.

“Harry,” You breathe with eyes peeling open and fingers dragging down clammy red streaked skin. “I wanna ride you.”

Words fanning across his lips softly as he nods once; touch dragging over your thighs to carefully pull out and let his grip tighten around your waist. He effortlessly picks you up at the same time making a giggle fall from your lips at the rough movements. Arms link around his shoulders as he sits back on the couch, your knees on either side of him with pussy directly parallel to his dick. One hand pulling away from him to slip between both bodies to grip his length direct him back in.

“I love the way you fill me up.” Nose pressed against his watching the way his eyes sparkle from your compliment to your walls seeping around him once more. “Fill me up so good baby.” Buttering him up with compliments as your hips press amongst his waist completely sink down on him before sore thighs rise up carefully to let your hips circle back down.

“Don’t you like how I feel, Mr. Styles.” You continue, gaze roaming over his physique lying amongst the couch examining your moving body that sends ripples of pleasure through him. His arm rests along the frame as the other roams from your hips to your thighs, caressing the soft skin before he’s helping your sinful movements by holding down your calf.

“Mm, sir?” Asking while pecking his lips sweetly before letting it flow down the expanse of his neck. Baccarat Rouge flooding your nose as flesh presses wetly into his skin, body still moving seductively as low moans escape along your back. You know he loves how you feel, but it sparks something deeper within when you hear his quiet groans replaced for an answer.

It’s why your hips continue to swivel and pick up in paste, your hands leaving their respective spots to lightly drag across his skin to meet them by his broad shoulders. Just the feel of the tough muscles under his skin and scent cocooning around, it has you whimpering into him, your head leaning back towards his mouth.

Delicate kisses press against his lips and suck every grunt and moan that falls into the space. Every touch and motion is dedicated to pleasing him with waist never stopping its tantalizing movements. Thick cock stretching you out, crown tagging your cervix with each descent having thighs sound together; you’re in heaven at such emotions.

“Fuck, baby.” Harry groans, his hand leaving your calf to place a harsh smack amongst your ass. “Keep doing that.” Touch falling to your hips and guiding your circling ones that makes his head knock back into the frame.

His long lashes add a shadow amongst his under eyes as they close blissfully in a trance over your pussy and how you work him amazingly. He’s never experienced something like this before; such enchanting movements gracing his cock as if it took little work, as if it’s so easy to have him obsessed with all that you do.

“I love you, baby.” He moans with head leaning forward and sight opening back up to see your sweaty skin and alluring hips. “Fuck, I love you so much.” His hand along the couch leaving to take your hip in his hold.

And to that you’re beaming at his words, a flirty smile toying at the ends of your lips as you continue to caress the skin of his shoulders.

“I love you too.” You respond sincerely, but that proclamation doesn’t register for Harry as his eyes roll and grip tightens even more against your skin. Having your pussy encase him all wet and tight. He’s trying to control himself, he really is, but the way you smell, taste, feel. He’s going crazy.

His hand leaves your backside and grips the other side of your waist, touch controlling your movements from rushed circles to calm and controlled ones that makes another moan leave him.

“Yeah, you like my pussy sir?” Voice seductive as you lean back and let your fingers trail along the couch cushions. “Like the way I feel?” Stomach filling with butterflies as you see his head sway and an audible whisper trail out. “Huh, Mr. Styles? You like the way I ride your cock?” Taunting him even more to the point his grip continues to clench and unclench around your hips only telling you that he’s about to do.

Breath fanning across his face as your eyes grow heavy to the way he’s manipulating your motions.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan, eyes closing as he directs you to trail up the expanse of his dick until his head escapes before letting your hips drop back and take him. “Mm… I want you to fill me up, sir.”

Slow motions sway your head into the crane of his neck as your fingers curl into the metal frame of the couch. You weren’t in control of your movements anymore, it was all Harry. His biceps flexing as he lefts you up as if nothing, as if getting a good workout in as he plays with his toy. It was incredibly hot how he can just toss you around with little effort, how you really are just his doll whenever needed.

Gentle kisses roam down the expense of him as pitiful whines leave your throat. Your walls flexing repetitively as Harry plunges back in each time dragging out higher pitched moans. You’re crying into his neck pent up with so many sensations but can do very little because of his grip over your body.

“Want you to come in me baby, fill me up… please?” Whispering sweetly in the clammy space as your eyes flutter slowly, body continuing to follow his heavy motions. “Mr. Styles.” Muttering against his skin as your feet slip amongst the couch only adding more noise in the passionate atmosphere.

And it’s as if the crack in your tone sends him over the edge; his thighs still against yours as touch halts and milky seed spills into your pussy. It’s warm and heavy, swishing lucidly throughout the snug fit as you begin to circle your hips against him.

“Fuck…” Harry draws out with head leaning back and touch rubbing your skin along his palms. A simple gesture so small and reassuring that you’re floating your love across his jaw to below his chin.

“I love you.” You breathe against his skin as you feel the premature growth of stubble gracing across your lips reminding you of how much you’ve missed him. “And I love the way you fill me up.”

Waist shallowy continues their alluring position as Harry neck rolls and hands trail away from your hips to grab your ass. Fingers drawing away from the couch frame and collecting his neck to hold. Without a second thought your lips are slipping onto his and moaning happily at the taste.

You want to bask in this moment forever the way his touch floats across your skin to his breath fanning along your cupids bow. It was the most precious thing and you just want it to last forever.

“Baby,” You sigh against his lips as your waist completely stops. Harry hums in response at the same time his head leans forward to dot more kisses against you.

“Let’s clean ourselves up. Hmm… doesn’t that sound nice?” You ask as your nails gently scratch the skin behind his neck.

“Anything you want, princess.” Harry mumbles with eyes still closed and grip still eagerly feeling over feverish skin.

And that’s how the night ends; bodies cleaning up after yourselves before reheating the forgotten meal in the dining room. You both sat on the couch and lied across each other appreciating the other's presence unknown when it’ll ever be like this again.

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i heard there was a HUGE outcry for more codywan fic recs...(@tapemonkey21 & @dontbelasagnax lol) so here I am posting another one

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Desert Box by br1ghtmouth | 7k words

With a chip in his head that has already caused the ruin for which he was made, Cody finds his way to Tatooine in the hopes of tending to the painful layers of memories left behind in his own silt.

Facile Felicity by br1ghtmouth | 14k words

Primary functions are supposed to be useful: survive against all odds; shield one’s battalion; fight until the very last breath. Cody would prefer anything besides the bleeding heart he’s been dealt.

Or: the General makes plans. Cody follows.

Good man of war by scrapathon 🔒| 16k words

During a medic’s first mission with the 212th, everything goes wrong. In the midst of it all, Cody deals with his growing feelings towards General Kenobi.

Across the path by Threebea O(ThreeBea)| 1k words

Cody is inspecting a cave system. He meets his General.

No. Not his General.

“The pathway,” Obi-Wan whispered. “I understand now. C-Commander, I owe you an apology. I am not your General.”

But Obi-Wan isn't the only one that has crossed over into his universe.

Safe in hand by Threebea O(ThreeBea) | 11k words

Cody ends up where all griefstricken people on the run end up in the galaxy far, far away. He makes a life for himself looking for scrap in the deserts of Tatooine.

He always did have a knack for finding Kenobi's lightsaber.

in the middle before I knew that I had begun by tenderjock🔒| 2k words

Obi-Wan beams at him, feeling unbearably fond. His Cody. His darling. Always looking after him.

Cody’s face is very still, just a few inches above his. Obi-Wan reaches out, touches his scar.

“What are you thinking?” he wonders.

OR: as the war stumbles to its end, Obi-Wan is forced to reassess his relationship with his commander.

Floating on a Starless Sea by shadowmaat🔒| 2k words

A cave-in leaves Cody trapped and badly injured. With another contingent of droids on the way there isn't time to try and dig him out. Obi-Wan is forced to make a difficult choice.

when the jebwa flower blooms by mxartbotboy🔒| 10k words

One year since the end of the war, and Cody still hasn’t figured out what to do about Obi-Wan. With Coruscant struggling to make the transition with the New Republic, Cody already has enough on his plate without trying to untangle the knot that is his feelings for the ex-Jedi. Will the tightly twisted flower bud finally bloom?

love without compromise by mxartbotboy🔒(ch.1) |

Cody has a panicked moment with his General and reveals more than he means to.

grip my hand through the pain by The_Last_Kenobi🔒| 2k words

It's all just happened, and yet Cody cannot stop playing it over and over in his head.

The trek into the hills, the deserted path.

His General standing like a human shield between his battalion and a wall of fire.

Panacea by MissyPup | 4k words

Cody has been falling for his General for two years. Two long, war filled years. But he's been able to stay in control of his feelings by just not acknowledging them.

But having to share a bed with the man he's been daydreaming about for two years makes Cody so tense Obi-Wan decides to give him a massage to help out.

Obi-Wan would certainly be the death of him.

Facula by MissyPup | 5k words

Obi-Wan would only be gone for a few days, Cody could handle that alone. Until his thoughts catch up to him thanks to Beru.

Or: How the Kenobi series should have gone because Cody deserves to be there.

Interrobang by MissyPup | 10k words

“I love you.” Cody blurted out so fast that even he was surprised by it.

Obi-Wan leaned back a bit, enough to touch Cody’s cheek and grin, “I love you too, Cody.”

“Keeping this a secret is hard.” Cody admitted, reaching up to grip Obi-Wan’s robes again. “But I know what would happen if anyone found out… Kriff, Rex found out on his own and I thought I was going to-”

coming full circle by catboydogma 🔒| 5k words

Or: five times Obi-Wan has handed Cody his lightsaber and one time Cody handed Obi-Wan his lightsaber

A Hush Sublime by catboydogma | 10k words

When Master Qui-Gon died, Obi-Wan had known him for half his life. He thought—sometimes, distantly, like the artificial Coruscanti sunlight—that he should have told Qui-Gon more often. They hadn’t needed words in living: Qui-Gon was a man of action more than anything else, and they both had difficulties in unspooling the thick vines of feeling inside their chests enough to speak of them. Obi-Wan had loved Qui-Gon. He’d thought, more than once, that that adoring love, of the Initiate that Obi-Wan still was at heart, had been a sign of a terrible and thorny attachment.

that is that + this is this by catboydogma🔒| 8k words

“Here. Drink, Cody. Come on. Don’t die on me now, not when you went to all the trouble to get out here.”

“Didn’t know,” Cody rasped.

“So I shouldn’t be expecting a cavalcade of Imperial stormtroopers to show up here, then?” The man asked, bland as anything.

The Commander gave this the consideration it was due. “No.” “Forgive me if I don’t immediately believe you.” The man’s voice sharpened, but his grip on the Commander stayed gentle, supporting his head even when it lolled back against his will. “When have I ever let you down?” Cody asked.

The man’s breathing hitched. He set Cody back down against the blankets and retreated to his spot several feet away, blaster and charge pack between the two of them like some strange barrier. “When you killed me,” the man said.

repeat, replay, return by Serie11🔒| 3k words

The last time he saw his General, Cody was ordering him shot off a cliff.

Ten years later, and Obi-Wan is in a bacta tank again. Some things, it seems, don’t change; Cody’s feelings among them.

all the world in my arms by biscuityskies | 5k words

A brief wry smirk flashes across his face, and as Cody meets his own eyes in the reflection of his drink, it softens. If he had to rationalise it, this anxiety most likely stems from the recent developments with the general.

Something's been off about him ever since he came back from the mission to Kadavo.

Compartment Syndrome by elwenyere | 3k words

Cody was lucky, really, that Obi-Wan had lost consciousness during the crash, because otherwise he would never have gotten away with the tender pressure building in his wrist - much less the lance of pain that sliced across his arm every time he adjusted his General’s weight over his shoulder.

I Promise by dontbelasagnax��| 6k words

Mace raises an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. He looks over Cody for a solid thirty grueling seconds, evaluating. "Hypothetically," he says in that dry way of his that is nearly impossible to tell whether he's making fun of Cody or teaching him a lesson, "if someone wanted to propose to their partner, they'd bring it up with said partner."

[ OR: Cody has plans. He's going to make a certain Jedi a very happy man. ]

The Lessons Not Yet Learned by meadmeinthemiddle | 23k words

The Force works in mysterious ways. Cody knows this, theoretically, but it all seems so far beyond him that he tends to not pay it any mind.

Little does Cody know, the Force has its claws buried deeper into him than he can possibly imagine - he just hasn't realized it yet.

: (Is to) :: (As) by TamerLorika | 12k words

Cody notices that Kenobi's regard for himself is always clinical and utilitarian. As he ponders a way to break the stalemate, he begins to learn more about the lightsaber that is so often in his hands, and how it relates to the subject of Kenobi's own soul.

for you, only you by dontbelasagnax | 11k words

“What's next for you, my dear, now that you’re a citizen of the Republic?” Obi-Wan tilts his head, expression alight and imploring. “You could get a job and find a place of your own amongst the many levels of Coruscant- or the stars.”

Light Will Prevail by kotekenobii | 3k words

In the aftermath of battle, an exhausted Obi-Wan slips away to watch the sunrise. Worried, Cody seeks him out.

Based on the end of Obi-Wan Kenobi #3.

You're the Only Stim I Need by Captora | 7k words

The five times Marshal Commander Cody brought General Kenobi bad GAR caf and the one time Obi-Wan showed Cody what caf was supposed to taste like.

[butcherlarry]

you’re doing important work with your recs and i admire you greatly 🫡 i will ask tho if you have any good superbat recs that feature pining (can be mutual or not), angst, enemies to friends to lovers, past relationships, or slow burn?

Let's see what I can dig up for you anon :)

slow dancing in the dark by scarletazure - for your pining request, this was the first fic that came to mind for me. Also a bit a of a slow burn too! Bruce and Clark get temporary amnesia, bone, get their memories back, and then deal with FEELINGS. I remember reading an update to this fic after a 11+ hour car drive home. It was a balm to my SOUL.

Rumor Has It by rotasha - Friends to lovers and pining! Bruce comes out as bi and Clark has to deal with this, especially since he's been pining for Bruce for a while

how to perform an exorcism (five easy steps!) by soetry - Clark confesses his love to Bruce. This obviously means that Clark is possessed.

find someone who will stand between your legs by amosanguis - Pining and a bit of slow burn. Also idiots in love, which I consider a subsect of friends to lovers. Ten incidents where Clark had to stand in between Bruce's legs

over this threshold by orphean - Bruce and Clark get married for tax reasons. Shenanigans ensue :)

The Odyssey of Bryce Wayne series by Tatsumaki_sama - This has a bit of everything, pining, friends to lovers, past relationships, getting back together, slow (ish) burn. With the added bonus of a gender bent Bruce!

push the sky away by bleakmidwinter - Pining and a bit of slow burn, friends to lovers. Batman and Superman come to an agreement to cuddle a certain times to get over some touch starvation :) :) :)

Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang by ShowMeAHero - Pining, slow burn, and not quite enemies to lovers, but more of a grumpy black cat learns to befriend a cheerful golden retriever. No capes AU, Bruce and Clark are university professors.

The Xenomorality Hypothesis, Revisited by MaskoftheRay - Enemies to lovers, a bit of a slow burn too. A canon divergency of Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.

Love, Conquering by MaskoftheRay - A Krypton survives AU, but Krypton conquers Earth! Some enemies to friends to lovers and bit of a slow burn.

a song came after by susiecarter - The aftermath of Bruce being trapped in a machine where he had a relationship with Clark. So much pining! Especially on Bruce's end!

the cost of being a good dad by Mawiiish - Slow burn! With a side of identity porn and misunderstandings! Bruce's kids thinks he needs to start dating, so they set him up on a date with a hot reporter named Clark without his knowledge. Despite this, Bruce and Clark decide to give this dating thing a shot. Shenanigans (and feelings) ensue.

Happy reading!