#sneaking around

[rehenys]

God, you're so handsome. ~ T.Wolff

Synopsis: Toto and George Russell's Sister are sneaking around. TW: Implied smut, Age Gap, Smoking.

God, he's so handsome in his vintage Merc and black Tom Ford glasses. With the sleeve of his black shirt casually rolled up, his muscular forearms catch the light. A wisp of smoke hangs between his parted lips as he waits for me at the end of the road, hoping my brother doesn't see us. I drop my duffle bag rushing into his arms and meeting his lips with a sinful kiss. His lustful eyes raked over my outfit, biting his lip But we both know time is of the essence.

Out on the open road of Monaco with the wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck, just us and the ocean. His palm lays flat on my exposed thigh, mindlessly drawing shapes, his fluffy hair tousled due to the wind. His skin was glowing due to the setting sun. We pause to watch the sunset. I lean back against his chest, nestled between his long legs, with his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips against my neck. While my phone rings in the back seat.

5 missed calls from George

It's midnight, and we're tangled up in his sheets. I'm nestled against his side, his warm skin pressed against mine. His hand slowly roams my hip and waist until the teasing becomes too much. I stand over his body, holding him like a python, he canʼt keep his hands off me or his pants on. His lips whispered my name like a prayer.

16 missed calls from George

DAY 2:

In the morning light, he's still as handsome as ever, with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. I press a soft kiss to his jaw. As I try to untangle our limbs, his arms tighten around my waist. I flop back down, giving up on getting out of my safe place. After all, who needs breakfast?

Around mid-noon, we begrudgingly leave the bedroom to have ‘breakfastʼ. Who would have thought Toto Wolff would look so good making eggs? His bare torso is covered in an apron, his dexterous fingers wrapped around the whisk. I just intently stare at him making us breakfast, simply mesmerised, which he notices, he winks before giving me a bowl of strawberries to snack on. We share Crêpeʼs with whipped cream, with my feet in his lap; our lips swollen and his marble skin covered in purple splotches.

26 missed calls from George

It's the dead of night, and he sits on the sofa with his spectacles on, furiously typing away on his laptop, his hair messy from running his hand through it, his face set in a scowl. I just made his favourite Pumpernickel bread, and I have about 45 minutes to kill while it bakes. He looks too delicious right now for me to resist. I stand in front of him with an innocent smile, slowly moving his laptop away. His brown eyes crinkle with excitement, His lips find mine as I tug on his hair, gently massaging it to soothe the sting. He chuckles against my lip, his large palms sinking into my skin as my fingers nimbly unbutton his white shirt. My lips meet the skin between his neck and shoulder, his head thrown back in pleasure.

38 missed calls from George 

DAY 3:

The next morning, I grab my phone while Torger is in the shower, to see a flurry of texts from my brother cussing me out, asking where I am. I calm him down, listing more lies to cover up our trial and he blindly trusts me, my heart heavy with guilt but he would never understand. I repeat it in my head like a mantra till that guilt settles when Toto takes me into his arms, kissing away my problems.

We lay on the couch as I read out loud, my hand running through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut. God, he's so handsome.

I chuckle, my darling all worn out. The simple domesticity of this week has me longing for more. we need to tell my brother, but how can I, this wasn't meant to happen but if I could go back in time I wouldn't change a thing. but my brother wouldn't understand, he has always been protective of his baby sister, and I know he would blow a fuse if he realised I was with his long-time mentor.

Our peaceful weekend had come to an end when he parked at the end of the road; back where we started, His face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl during the drive back. A chaste kiss and I walked up the road back home nodding at the security guard as he let me in giving me a sorrowful look. Stepping through the threshold of my house I switch to being the perfect sister and daughter of The Russells.

I happily greet my brother, feeding lies about my girl's weekend like I didn't spend the whole weekend in bed with his Boss and Mentor. As I head up the stairs he complements my outfit, I thank him with a soft smile but beneath that pretty pink Chanel dress he brought are the bruised hand prints of Torger Wolff with love bites to match.

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[babbygirlblues]

Sneaking Around

A/B/O AU!

Summary: Alpha!Nat is your secret girlfriend that sneaks away from the Sunday church crowd to fuck you in your fathers office. 

Note: some comments could be considered impious and anti-religious hehe, but I don’t want to offend anyone so… warning there, I'm just playing around with A/B/O so please excuse anything that isn't right / doesn't make sense. If it's any good i'll make it into a series. Explicit!

18+, MINORS DNI.

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Church is a performance. 

The priest holds himself high above the stands as he delivers a sermon on this beautiful Sunday. His whiny voice rises and falls as he pretends that what he’s saying has any real authenticity behind it. He waves arms, calling up to God in the sky like a dramatic 10th grader in theatre class.

Your phone pings in your lap and you reach down quickly to silence it under your fathers sharp and disapproving glare. 

“Off!” Your mother whispers harshly. She bends at the waist to lean across your father and slaps you with the back of her hand, waving away the phone in your hand.

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” You mumble back to her, flipping your phone into silent mode.

You look down at the screen, it’s a text from Nat:

Say it, don’t spray it Father!

You hold back a breathy giggle and your eyes immediately search for her across the hall. She’s sitting with her family a few rows up and across the aisle. Her eyes watch you, waiting to catch your gaze and she winks at you playfully when you find her.

You roll your eyes dramatically at the priest still shouting from the stand and it makes her smile. 

Church is a performance because you have to sit there like you’re listening to the words spraying out of the old alpha’s mouth. Pretend that you like the heavy arm that slings around your shoulder, and your eyes aren’t constantly seeking out Natasha of their own accord in a way that feels completely out of your control. 

In fact, for the whole hour you can’t take your eyes off her. The crowd seems to separate perfectly through the seats and they give you an unimpeded view of the back of her head. She turns around occasionally and her own parents nudge her arm when they notice her attention has strayed. You wish she was the one sitting next to you. Instead you're stuck with the ‘boyfriend’ your father has decided is a suitable alpha and despite your vehement protests, you will one day be expected to mate with him.

Dylan, the huge bore, seems to actually be listening intently to the priest's speech. He sits with his legs splayed out on the bench and the hand around your shoulder rests on your hair, tugging it uncomfortably. He’s from a powerful family, a “strong” - your fathers words -  and large alpha who’s not completely stupid. Unfortunately for you, that means he knows how to take advantage of his status. 

Your phone vibrates against your thigh and you sneakily turn the screen to look at the message coming through. 

How can no-one else see that we have a literal goddess in our presence?

Another grey bubble appears:

You look beautiful

You feel your cheeks blush, she’s so sappy. Before you can type a reply, everyone starts to stand and you jump up to your feet alongside them. The group applauds the priest and Dylan enthusiastically pulls you into his side and plants a sopping wet kiss on your cheek. Inside, you gag as his tongue swipes your skin like a hot wet slug. You pretend to find it cute, smiling up at him sweetly.

As you walk out, his hand slips from your shoulder and wanders down to the small of your back. In the middle of the crowd, he drops further down to your ass and grabs a lewd palmful through your thin summer dress. You reach back to swat his hand away, feigning modesty that is really a disguised aversion to his touch.

You try to catch another glimpse of Nat as you’re led by the hand back to your fathers car. He holds a barbeque every week at the house for everyone after church. Natasha’s father is always there, he’s your fathers business partner and right-hand man, so she gets dragged along too. Something you’re perfectly fine with.

~~~

Your fathers guests, the alphas, drink and laugh cheerfully out in the sun. You watch anxiously from behind the kitchen counter as Natasha excuses herself from the group. She slips through the back door and you watch her walk though the living room causally. You count to 15 in your head before sneaking down the hall after her.

You keep your footsteps light as you toe along the creaky floorboard when a hand clasps around your wrist and drags you into an empty room to the left. A squeal starts to escape your lips but a firm hand cups over your mouth, silencing you.

“Shhhh!” A raspy voice whispers behind you. 

You turn around to Natasha beaming at you shyly. 

You slap a hand to her shoulder, “You scared me!”

“Sorry, baby.” She says, “I didn’t want anyone to see.”

You look around at the bookshelves lining the room and the huge desk that overlooks the greenery outside the window. Most of the books in here are unread, only ever opened by you during the hours your father was never home.

“Jesus Natty, you chose the worst room to sneak into.” You groan at her, “this is my father’s office.”

“Oops,” She smirks. 

She steps closer into your space and you instinctively lean in to hug her, your forehead resting down onto the top of her chest. 

She takes a soft grip at the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair and she pulls you into a burning kiss. Her lips are soft, easy to surrender to and make you moan into her mouth. Unlike Dylan, the wetness of her tongue is delicious, you steal the tip of it between your lips and erotically suck the muscle into your mouth. 

Her hips react fast, bumping into your lower stomach and she pulls you against her to increase the friction between your hips. The sucking sensation puts crude images into her mind of you on your knees for her.

She kisses you sensually, slowing down the fiery pace between you as she intertwines your hands tenderly. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. The intensity in her emerald gaze makes you worried, she’s looking for something in your expression. 

“Are you ok?” She whispers.

Your brows scrunch up confused, “Yeah, why?” You pull your joined hands to your lips and kiss the back of her hand affectionately.

“Dylan looked like he was getting handsy.” She says softly.

She’s an alpha, she doesn’t really understand how violated unwanted touch can make one feel but she’s always been incredibly empathetic about it, always observant and cautious, even between the two of you. 

“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrug, but the way you avoid eye contact when you lie to her is telling enough. 

She hates it when you feel scared, she can smell it across the room, see it on your face and in your body language despite how good you are at hiding it from everyone else. 

“You don’t have to do that with me,” She whispers, pulling your chin up so you’re forced to look at her. 

“Do what?” 

“Pretend that you’re fine.” 

You run a gentle hand over her cheek, caressing the soft warm skin and trying to sooth the deep crease between her eyebrows that appear when something’s bothering her.

“You wanted to defend me?” You tease her lightly. 

She grumbles something incoherent back to you. She can’t help the overwhelming desire to protect you when it happens. 

You smile at her, bright and toothy, and she thinks about the sweet smile you force his way. The way he must think about you makes her furious. She feels a wild roar erupt silently in the depth of her chest and it commands that she prove herself to you. Strong hands gasp around your hips and spin you around, right away grabbing violent fistfuls of your ass. The force behind her touch sends you stumbling towards your fathers desk. 

You almost faceplant into the dark wood but you catch yourself just in time, “Nat! God, what’s gotten into you?”

“I saw him grab your ass.” She growls, “In front of everyone, in front of me.”

She nips at the sensitive skin of your neck and you mewl at her aggression. 

“Who does that mother fucker think he is? Hmm?”

She withdraws and steps back slightly to pull the bottom of your dress up over your ass, letting the material drape around your waist. The cool air heightens the feeling of exposure, you’ve never let her fuck you somewhere you could actually get caught.

She slips her hands inside your underwear, pulling the material under the curve of your ass and she roughly squeezes your cheeks in her fists, it feels like she’s marking the print of her palm into your sensitive skin. She pulls the round fleshy globes apart and grinds her pelvis into your exposed hole.

“He’s not mine.” You say quickly, your voice faint from the way your chest thrums excitedly at the sensation of her threatening presence against your asshole. 

“Right.” She huffs, “Because you’re mine.”

“Say it.” She says, pulling the band of your underwear up to let it slap back against your skin.

You whimper at the light pleasurable sting, “I’m yours, all yours.”

“Hmmhm,” She hums softly into your ear, leaning flush up against your back. She cups your cunt in her palm and the hard bulge in her pants rubs against your hip.

Oh what your mother would say, what would Dylan think about the way you let her touch you. You hardly even kiss him. No matter how hard he tries you won’t let him grope your chest, let alone your pussy.

You spin yourself around to face her and dexterous fingers reach down to unbuckle the thick belt holding her pants up. She helps you yank her pants down her legs.

You palm her delicately through her underwear before pulling her cock out from under the waistband. She's massive and the weight of it bobs heavily in the air. Your fingers struggles to wrap around its girth properly as you give her a gentle stroke up to the base where you press your palm against her lower stomach. You kiss her lips teasingly soft, taunting her. 

She growls deeply, her chest vibrating and she rips your underwear all the way down your legs. Pushing you back onto the desk, she savagely spreads your legs open and the muscles of your inner thighs complain about the sudden stretch. 

You grip the edge of the desk, trying to balance your weight as Natasha moves in closer. You watch down as the space between the two of you closes and the wide pink head of her cock presses up against your entrance. Your arousal is already dripping onto her and she rubs the tip through your folds, knocking up against your clit.

She gets desperate, rutting against your entrance and she reaches down to guide herself inside. You watch the way your walls stretch around the enormous width of her, your mouth opening in a wide ‘O’, hardly able to breathe as she starts to push herself inside. The power behind her hips fights fiercely against the resistance in your walls and she moans softly under her breath. 

You lean backwards with your hands behind your back, so you can stretch out to create more space for her to dig inside. It’s an uncomfortable position and you almost fall backwards from the force of her hips rutting with a strength that lifts your whole body up into the air.

"Ugh, Nat," You whimper as your arms start to shake and complain about holding your up under the force of her thrusts.

She tries to help by gripping your waists easily with her broad hands and she pulls your hips down onto her as she spears herself up and into you. Your breasts bounce under the weak confines of your lace bra, your whole body jerks back and forth from the domineering power of her thrusts. Your hands start to slip against the desk, threatening to tip you off over the back. You whine pitifully as Natasha easily pulls out and you let her yank you down off the table so she can spin you around. 

“Bend over,” She says in a gravely whisper, her fingers pressing your chest down onto the hard wood surface. She grips both ass cheeks and spreads them apart to thrust herself back inside you. 

With the new stability she starts absolutely pounding you into the desk. Your face squishes against the luxury dark wood and drool from your gaping mouth drips onto the surface.

She growls at the cold air and fights to push herself back inside the warmth of your walls. 

“Fuck,” She huffs, “You feel so fucking good.” 

She’s rocking into you passionately, her hips slapping against your ass. The crude sound of her cock driving into your wet channel reverberates through the room. Surely, anyone walking past would be able to hear exactly how well she keeps her rhythm of drilling herself inside her. 

Her enormous size rips your walls open and you can’t help the small breathy moans of her name that she forces from the depths of your throat as she pistols into you. 

Her heavy cockhead bangs against your cervix, brushing a pleasurable spot there that makes you see stars and your whole body trembles as a powerful orgasm creeps up on you. Your walls flutter against her and she moans at the tight squeeze against her length. Her hips slow down as she carefully rubs herself against your spasming walls and you mewl at the way she hammers against the sensitive spot inside you. As soon as your breathing starts to even out she picks up again to a brutal pace.

If your father saw Natasha like this, he’d second guess everything about how ‘soft’ she is.

She's furious, jackhammering into you and taking out her anger on your welcoming cunt. An avalanche of pent up jealousy has been simmering around her head all morning since the moment you walked into church holding his hand. The mere thought of him sitting next to you made Natasha throb painfully in her pants, her alpha screaming for her charge over and take you in front of the whole church. She’d drag you over to the front steps and bend you over the altar so everyone has a perfect view of the way she fills you. 

The thought of claiming you in front of everyone, the way you whither and moan under her makes her knot start to form and it bangs into your entrance painfully with the rough momentum she maintains. 

She’s not thinking clearly but through the haze she feels something blocking her hips from pressing up against your ass. You feel the hard bugle punching against you as she mindlessly tries to force herself deeper, only registering the fact that she’s not reaching as well inside you as before. 

“Natty, Nat, Nat, Nat, please!” You moan her name, breathy and high pitched, your words slurring together into a long plea. Your omega needs her to knot you, it craves the connection that ties you together and binds her as part of you. It mewls inside you and you squirm and shake painfully at the empty feeling.

Natasha sees red, she hears your voice begging her and all she can do is fight harder to bring you pleasure. She steps her feet in between yours, forcing your legs to open wider to accommodate her. She lifts your hips until your toes drift from the ground and it positions you perfectly for the taking. 

“Natalia,” You whimper.

She pistols into you, grunting loudly as she drives her hips forwards as hard as she can. A particularly brutal thrust tears your entrance open and you bite down hard on your fist to keep yourself from screaming as you cum. Her knot pops into you and it immediately gets stuck inside your walls that grip her tightly. The strangle hold around her knot tips her over the edge and into a pleasurable high that makes her hump into you uncontrollably, yanking your whole body back and forth against the table. She rams herself deeper and the pressure against your cervix sending you into another orgasm that curls your toes and makes you choke on the air in the middle of your throat.

When your legs stop twitching, Natasha gently lets your feet touch back down onto the ground and you take a few deep breaths as your vision comes back. Her plump lips kiss the curve of your shoulder and up along your neck. In the calm, your vision comes back and you become aware of the sweat that’s started to bead along your back, it drips down your legs and your hair clings to the dampness of your forehead.

“Shit,” She mumbles in your skin. “I didn’t mean to knot you, I’m sorry.”

She wraps you up tighter in her arms and carefully inspects your hips for bruises where she violently banged you into the hard edge of the table. Her heart thuds heavily at the purple welts starting to form around your bone and it makes her eyes start to water. She prays you weren't hurting as she made love to you.

You caress the hands that prod at your hips and start to murmur back to her how much you wanted her knot, when someone walks through the hallway and Natasha jolts upwards towards the door. You whimper at the painful way her knot tugs you up with her. 

“Fuck! I’m sorry,” She whispers, “I’m so sorry!” 

“Shhh,” You shush her with a finger to her beautiful lips.

You both wait nervously until you hear the footsteps retreat back down the hallway as the person finally leaves, probably going back to join the party and Natasha laughs quietly into your neck in relief. 

“Are you okay?” She whispers.

You laugh softly, “I’m fine, sweetheart,” You tell her, twisting to try and face her as best you can. “Very well fucked is all.”

“Sorry.” She whispers again, this time through a huge smile on her face and not at all apologetic.

You wiggle your hips against her to check if she’d shrunk enough for you to slip out. But you curse her feracity, she’s still plugging up your entrance and you flop back down onto the desk exhausted and impatient.

“This could take a while,” You mumble, “maybe we can start cleaning this mess up.” 

From your viewpoint, your fathers office is a mess. His table is covered with your sweat and everything has been knocked over - either onto the floor or scattered around the table. The draws on the other side have all been rocked open, revealing the items inside. And you don’t even want to think about the mess between your legs.

Natasha runs her fingers down your spine, tenderly massaging the tense muscles the run the length of your back. 

You relax back into her, “Maybe we can pretend someone tried to rob him?” 

She giggles at the blissful daze you’re clearly absorbed by. In a minute you'll be panicking again about the state of the room and she'll be frantically helping you cover your tracks.

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Six: Market Stepmommy

Conner waited for Barbara to let him past the security system, and he followed her directions to the kitchen, where Jason scrambled to make their sandwiches. “Hey, Jason?” Conner asked. Jason froze in place, staring up at Conner. “How hard did you fall?”

“Oh, not hard. I have nerve damage. Like today isn’t a bad pain day, but it’s a numbness day,” Jason explained, “It’s funny how a few hits to the head can do a lot to your body in the long run.”

“Sports?” Conner asked.

“Not exactly,” Jason replied as he finished making breakfast. “Gromit, here, buddy. Thanks for the pick me up this morning.” He fed Gromit two slices of bacon and washed his hands. Gromit brushed his face against Jason’s ankle. “I love you too, Gromit.”

“Food smells great,” Conner replied as Jason gave him his plate.

“Thanks… Barbara! Food’s done!” Jason hollered.

“Why are you yelling? Just use the intercom,” Barbara complained as she entered the room. “Hi, Baby Boy, watch out,” Barbara whispered as Gromit walked past her, proudly chewing his treat.

“Oh, Barbara. Conner thought you were my stepmom,” Jason chuckled.

“I would never date Bruce, though… That’d be gross, but I might start telling women at the grocery store that you’re my son. Do you think that works the same way it does for cute babies in sitcoms? How about it, Jason? Do you wanna help me find you a new stepmommy?” Barbara joked.

"I thought you were talking to that computer guy?" Jason asked.

"I can't have a backup plan? Besides, what if you don't like your future stepdad—?"

"Eww, okay. This joke is getting gross. Conner, she isn't my stepmom, she's a friend of the family. We wouldn't know what to do without her. Hey, Barbara, could you get Conner into school with me?" Jason asked as he took three pill bottles from Gromit's backpack. Conner watched as Jason washed his pills down with half a bottle of water.

"Mhm, I'll have him enrolled by Sunday night," Barbara answered.

Conner looked up from his sandwich. "Whoa, you guys were serious? That's—. Wow. Thank you," Conner smiled.

"It was easy. Don't worry about it. Do me a favor and make sure these two get outdoors,” Barbara requested, “And we’ll call it even.” Conner chuckled and nodded.

“Jason, where do you like to hang out?” Conner asked.

“I haven’t been to the museum in a while,” Jason replied, “Oh, and there’s this place called The Sewer, and they play live music sometimes. But it’s only cool at nighttime…” Jason looked at Barbara with wide eyes.

“I’ll watch Gromit while you hit the teen club tonight, but only because he’s great at keeping me company. How about it, Gromit? Do you want to work with Auntie Barbara tonight?” Barbara asked as she scratched under Gromit’s chin.

“Nothing too dangerous,” Jason warned her. Barbara nodded. “Does anybody want another sandwich? I’ve got a bunch of leftover bacon.”

“Please,” Barbara replied. Conner nodded along with her.

After breakfast, Jason let Conner go to his room with him while he got ready to go out. “Thanks for coming over. Are you gonna spend the night after The Sewer or—? Sorry, I haven’t been out and about a whole lot, so I’m excited to have somebody to hang out with—.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I don’t have anyone normal like you to hang out with, so it’s nice to be able to chill with you,” Conner smiled. Jason threw on one of Bruce’s old beat-up flannels and pulled on his pants. Conner laid back and stretched out on Jason’s bed. “What’s it like living with Bruce Wayne? Is he like your dad or something?”

“Yeah, he is my dad. I love him a lot, but he’s got this weird vendetta against you because he thinks you’re gonna hurt Superman or something,” Jason confessed, “Which is why he can never know you’re Superboy. He’d flip his lid if he knew we were friends.”

Conner turned on his side and grinned at Jason. “So, we’re friends?” Conner asked.

Jason’s cheeks went rosy. “Shut up,” Jason giggled without meaning to. “We can do whatever you want between the museum and The Sewer tonight.”

“What is The Sewer exactly?” Conner questioned.

“It’s a nightclub for teens. After eight, it’s sixteen and up,” Jason replied, “I snuck in once when I was eleven… But I haven’t been able to get in since.”

Conner chuckled. “I’m sorry. I’m not—. Well, I kind of—. I imagined a tinier you in a nightclub moshing with teenagers,” Conner laughed. Jason snickered, and it built into a full-body laugh that left him doubled over.

“Oh, it was terrible,” Jason laughed, “I got tossed around like a ragdoll.” Conner and Jason laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks.

“I would’ve given anything to be a real kid,” Conner mumbled. Jason stopped laughing.

“You are a real kid,” Jason replied. Conner smiled and shook his head.

“I’m a science project being passed off as a kid,” Conner replied, “You don’t have to be nice about it. I know what I am—.”

“Clone or no clone, you’re a regular sixteen-year-old kid to me—. No, you’re better than most sixteen-year-old kids. You’re empathetic. You’re not judgmental. You’re funny. You’re friendly—. I mean—. I’m glad you were made in a lab because that’s what it took for me to get a friend like you,” Jason stated. Conner smiled.

“Thanks, Jason,” Conner whispered, “Hey, do you like fast cars?”

“Do ducks fly south for the winter?” Jason replied. Conner laughed.

“How ‘bout I take you flying on the way home tonight?” Conner suggested.

"Yeah, I'd love it, but my chair—."

"I can carry the chair too. Just fold it up. What do you say?" Conner asked. Jason nodded, his mouth open at the thought of flying. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Barbara knocked on the door. "No curfew tonight. It’s Saturday, and I think the chances of you two getting arrested are slim to none,” Barbara whispered.

Jason’s phone rang. “Oh! Hold on, it’s my dad. Mind if I take this?” Jason asked. Conner shook his head. “Hi, Bruce. Everything okay from abroad?”

“Mhm… I miss you,” Bruce whispered, “I don’t think I’ll be home this week, though… Jason, are you alright with Barbara until I get home?”

“Mhm… Are you gonna—? When are you and Alfred coming home? Do you have any idea?” Jason asked. A loud wind blew on Bruce’s end.

“It’ll be at least a week… Hopefully no more than a month, Jason—.”

“Is it dangerous?” Jason asked. Conner heard Jason’s pulse pick up speed.

“No more than the usual… I love you, Jason,” Bruce whispered.

“I love you too… Bruce? Um… If you’re in trouble—. Can you have Alfred write me or call me if something happens?” Jason asked.

“Uh-huh… Jason, are you alright?” Bruce questioned.

“Yeah… I just—. I’m hanging out with my friend tonight, so I might not answer my phone,” Jason replied.

“Okay… Be good, and feel free to call me if you need something,” Bruce whispered, “I gotta go.”

“Bye, D—. Bye, Bruce,” Jason whispered. He hung up and dropped his phone in his lap. “Okay. Ready to go?” Jason smiled, but there was no hiding his discomfort.

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[storywriter12]

Hay guys my 5th chapter of the crazy tinder guy is up on wattpad sorry for the slow updates I've been getting my Christmas books done! Well trying to before December 😊❤️

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[willshookaspear]

Right Now | Rafe Cameron x OC

Snippet from 12: be quiet, don't get caught.

She opened the door a crack without peeking through the peephole and her eyes shot wide open. Rafe, realising the reason for her reaction, did the same.

"Shit," he mouthed and Billie nodded: yes, you idiot.

She quickly slid outside into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" Billie asked, urgent voice hushed.

"Are they here?" Rafe asked and pointed to the door. Billie gave him a dead glare. "Okay, stupid question," he said quickly and smirked. "I'll leave," he whispered and gave her a wink.

As he started walking down the stairs, Billie walked after him.

"Rafe," she whispered curiously and grabbed his wrist. He turned around with raised eyebrows. "Why did you come?" Rafe smirked viciously at her question and she looked at him in surprise, taking a step back. Oh, really. He started walking down the stairs. Billie closed her eyes hard for a second. Shit.

"Psst, Rafe," Billie hissed and took another step. He turned around with hunger in his eyes, which flickered cautiously to the door to her apartment. Billie bit her lip in indecision.

"Fuck it," Rafe muttered, took a big step towards Billie and pressed her up by the waist against the staircase wall. He hungrily collided his lips with hers.

Her hands were in his hair, his were placed firmly on her waist as their tongues fought for control. As Rafe made his way to her neck, Billie let out an involuntary gasp, making him grunt in disapproval, telling her to be quiet, don't get caught. She bit her lip in response and Rafe's lips pressed against hers again. Suddenly, he tore away from her and she almost fell into him from the sudden lack of resistance. She looked angrily at him through her lashes and he sighed violently through his nose. Then Billie smiled deviously, got on her tip-toes and bit him gently on his ear-lobe. Then she walked back to the door. When she opened it, she looked back at Rafe who was still leaning on the wall with his arm stretched out. He pushed away from it and looked at Billie one last time, a side smile playing on his lips. Fuck.

AO3: Right Now | Rafe Cameron by willshookaspear

#drew starkey #enemies to lovers #jj maybank #jj obx #john b routledge #obx #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe obx #brother x sister #protective #jealousy #smut #rafe smut #sneaking around #obx fanfiction

[keyh0use]

if I was in the obx writing room, I would do something never before seen on the show like create a happy, healthy, lasting relationship

#nothing TOO crazy #i'd just cut out the cheating #lying #sneaking around #leading people on #dumb unnecessary arguments #and betrayal #(that's for u barry.) #obx #sarah cameron #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe x barry #john b routledge #kiara carrera #topper thornton #outer banks

[joanofart5]

Anybody else sneaking around making fake accounts to watch new seasons of their favorite shows, and concealing that they are reading/writing fan fiction, because your significant other found out about it once a long time ago and lost their shit? Anyone? Anyone? Just me?

#ofmd #our flag means death #good omens #loki #sneaking around #fake accounts #i love my shows okay #Is it just me? #secrets #if this is you then you are my mutual #fanfic #It all started with Sherlock #bbc sherlock

[miss-grimwood]

Polyjuice Potion - Bellamione

Hermione Granger had never broken the rules as a student. Now she was the Hogwarts History of Magic professor, she seemed to break them all.

When Headmistress McGonagall had caught Bellatrix Black sneaking into the castle, she’d been swiftly brought to her office, along with Hermione, to remind them that if her partner would like to visit, she could apply for permission - or wait until the holidays.

After that incident, Bellatrix was struggling to be granted permission to visit - a punishment from McGonagall.

Undeterred by their punishment, Hermione wrote to Bellatrix, excited to share her solution. Even Bellatrix was surprised to receive a vial of polyjuice potion, turning her into Madame Pince - the perfect candidate, since she rarely made conversation with McGonagall.

She took the dose early, not wanting to spend her time with Hermione disguised as an old woman, and apparated to the edge of the castle grounds. Luckily, she wasn’t spotted as she made her way to Hermione’s bedroom, and proceeded to lock herself away in her ensuite until the effects of the potion faded.

@sapphicmicrofics

#bellatrix lestrange #hermione granger #bellamione #alternate universe #polyjuice potion #sneaking around #<500 words #microfic

[massivedrickhead]

bechloe week day 1: sneaking around

Words: 1846

Notes: It’s bechloe week! I think I mentioned before that I didn’t think I’d be writing every prompt this year, and yeah that’s going to be the case. I have an idea for a couple that I’d like to write (plus this one) but I won’t be doing all of them. 

Anyway, enjoy day 1! 

Read on AO3

Beca tried not to glance over her shoulder for a third time as she made her way across campus, past the grand building which contained her father’s office, and towards the auditorium where Bellas’ rehearsals were held.

Normally there’d be nothing suspicious about Beca leaving her dorm and making the short walk to the auditorium, but it was close to 10 pm on a Sunday night, so it would be hard to convince anyone she ran into that she was simply heading to a rehearsal.

She tried to remind herself that no one was likely to ask. Nobody cared why she was sneaking around the campus at night. Nobody would even give her a second glance.

It still didn’t stop her from tugging her hood up over her head and turning away as she passed by her father’s building, just on the off chance that he would be working late. On a Sunday.

She felt ridiculous, but she did it anyway, hands pushing deeper into her pockets as she quickened her pace.

As she reached the auditorium, she caught sight of the person who made all this sneaking around worth it. She felt the knot of anxiety in her stomach loosen and her shoulders started to relax.

Chloe, who had been talking on the phone, spotted her approaching and smiled.

“I gotta go ‘Bree, speak to you later,” Chloe said, grinning at Beca as she ended the call and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Beca replied, smiling, feeling the calm relief that only Chloe could make her feel. “Have you been waiting long?”

Chloe shook her head, turning to unlock the door of the auditorium. “Aubrey always makes me call her when I’m heading out. She doesn’t like me walking around by myself this late.”

Beca felt a familiar pang of guilt in her stomach as she followed Chloe through the door.

“That wasn’t a dig, by the way,” Chloe said, taking hold of Beca’s hand now that the outside world couldn’t see them.

“I know,” Beca said. If there was one thing she knew about Chloe, it was that she was a well of patience and understanding. 

“And I haven’t told her about us,” Chloe said, taking hold of Beca’s other hand, walking backwards as she pulled her away from the door and further into the darkness of the auditorium. “I haven’t told anyone.”

“I know,” Beca said again. Add that to the list of things she knew about Chloe Beale. Patient, understanding, trustworthy. 

“Then why does your face look like that?” Chloe asked, stopping, smiling as she felt Beca bump into her. There was just enough moonlight peaking through the high-up windows that Chloe could make out Beca’s expression.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re worried,” Chloe said, kissing one cheek, then the other, then her lips. “Like you’re thinking too much.”

“I just… I hate that we have to do this,” Beca said. “I hate that I have to keep you a secret.”

“Bec, it’s okay,” Chloe replied, her hands squeezing Beca’s before moving to rest on her hips. “You aren’t ready yet. I’m happy to wait until you are.”

“I… I want to be ready,” Beca said. “It’s just… My Dad works here…”

“I know,” Chloe said. “Believe me, I get it, you don’t have to explain yourself. Coming out is a big thing and you shouldn’t rush it.”

Beca smiled and felt the tension she’d been carrying begin to fall away. “How’d I get so lucky with you?” She asked, her eyes falling shut as Chloe closed the gap between them.

“I’m the lucky one,” Chloe said, her forehead resting against Beca’s once their lips separated. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” She pulled Beca further into the room, towards the beat-up sofa in the far corner. The one Chloe always made sure was full of junk during rehearsals, so no one ever sat on it. “One day, the world will see you for the amazing person you are. One day, you’ll outshine the sun. But tonight, I get you all to myself.”

“I bet you say that to all your secret girlfriends,” Beca said, trying to hide the way her heart beat faster, glad Chloe couldn’t see her cheeks darken. She dumped her bag on the ground and shrugged out of her jacket, dropping it on one side of the sofa as Chloe took a seat on the other. 

“Only the ones as special as you,” Chloe said, pulling Beca onto her lap. Her hands toyed with the end of Beca’s shirt. “Are you gonna keep this on?”

-

“How long will you wait?” Beca asked a little while later, her head on Chloe’s chest as they lay on the sofa. The cold air of the auditorium bit at her exposed shoulder, and she pulled the blanket she’d brought with her up so it covered them better. 

“As long as it takes,” Chloe said, as patient as ever. “There’s no time limit.”

“What if I can’t ever do it?” Beca asked, shivering slightly, causing Chloe to hold her tighter. She didn’t want to admit she was cold. She didn’t want to leave this bubble they had.

“Then you don’t do it,” Chloe said. “Baby, I don’t want you to push yourself into doing something before you’re ready, just because you think it would make me happy.”

“You deserve to be with someone who isn’t afraid to be themselves,” Beca said. “Who isn’t afraid of people finding out that you’re together.”

Chloe let out a soft sigh as she ran her hand through Beca’s hair. 

“Have you ever wondered why I never mention my parents?” She asked. She felt Beca shift on top of her, adjusting her position so she could see her better. Chloe kept her gaze on the particles of dust that floated through the shaft of moonlight. “Didn’t you think it was odd that I didn’t go home for Christmas?”

“I, uh, I never wanted to ask,” Beca said, feeling new waves of guilt hit her now. “I’m sorry, I should have. I didn’t know if it was a sensitive subject or not.”

“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “I’m kinda glad you didn’t, I don’t really like talking about them.”

“What happened?” Beca asked, assuming it was okay to ask now since Chloe had been the one to bring them up.

“We… We had a really good relationship when I was growing up. They were always kind, loving and supportive. They’re religious, but not like… They weren’t the kind to go protest outside Planned Parenthood, or turn up at Pride with a bullhorn, you know? They had their beliefs, but they were sort of the live and let live types. Or, I thought they were, anyway.”

Beca shifted her position again so could see Chloe better. She could just about make out the tears in her eyes, and it broke her heart because she knew where this story was going.

“I came out to them when I was sixteen,” Chloe said. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. I knew the church had opinions about gay people, but I didn’t think my parents shared them. I didn’t think they were that kind of religious.” Chloe swallowed, and Beca pressed a kiss to the closest bit of her skin she could reach. “They told me either we could all just pretend I’d never said anything, or I could leave. Forever. So, for two years I pretended to be a different person. We never talked about it again, but they never looked at me in the same way. They never had the same… warmth when they spoke to me. And it destroyed me. It nearly killed me.”

Beca felt tears sting her eyes as Chloe spoke aloud the deep-seated fear she’d always had about what would happen if she ever came out to her own family. 

“Before I went to college I spoke to them again. I told them nothing had changed, and they could either accept me for who I was or they could lose me,” Chloe said, clearing her throat. “I haven’t seen them in about three years now.”

“Chlo’, I’m so sorry,” Beca said. “You don’t deserve that. They don’t deserve you.”

“I know,” Chloe said. “So I know why you’re scared, and it’s why I would never rush you. Having your parents reject you like that… It changes you. It breaks something inside of you and I don’t know how you fix it. So believe me when I say you don’t need to come out until you’re ready.”

“Thank you for telling me all of that,” Beca said. “I had no idea. You always seemed so… you’re so confident and happy and I… I wouldn’t ever have known.”

“It was a conscious decision. I spent two years being ashamed of who I was,” Chloe said. “Being so desperately unhappy and feeling like I’d never be loved. When I came out again I decided I wasn’t going back to that. I lost the relationship with my parents, but I gained one with my aunt and her partner. I found a community and support and more real friends than I’d ever had before. I don’t regret it.”

“You’re amazing,” Beca said. She opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off by the sound of Chloe’s phone ringing.

Beca moved so Chloe could answer it.

“Hey ‘Bree,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes playfully at Beca. “I’m fine, I’ll be coming home soon. Yeah, I’ll call you when I’m on my way.”

She ended the call and looked at Beca with a sad smile. “Same time tomorrow?” She asked as she started pulling on her shirt.

Beca felt something in her chest tighten as she got dressed. She didn’t want to sneak around anymore. She didn’t want to watch as their friends teased Chloe about her secret partner that she refused to tell them about. 

She felt like she was treating Chloe like some dirty secret that she would only meet up with at night to screw, and she hated herself for it. Even if Chloe insisted she was fine with it, Beca wasn’t. Not anymore.

She wanted to date Chloe for real. She wanted to hold her hand as they went out for dinner and kiss her goodnight on the doorstep. She wanted to really be her girlfriend, and she wanted to be able to tell people about her. To brag about her. She wanted to be able to share her like she was good news, and not hide her like she was a shameful secret.

“Bec?”

“Can… Can I come back with you?”

Chloe’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I’m not quite ready to tell my parents, but… Maybe we could tell Aubrey?”

Chloe’s eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight as she smiled. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Beca said. “I don’t wanna hide anymore. I just… I need to start small.”

Chloe held out her hand for Beca to take. “I’m really proud of you.”

#bechloe week 2022 #bechloe week #bechloe week day 1 #bechloe week 2022 day 1 #sneaking around #bechloe week sneaking around #bechloe #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #pitch perfect fanfiction #pitch perfect fanfic #pitch perfect #fanfiction #fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #beca #chloe

[hburkett99]

Bechloe week day 1 - Sneaking Around

#bechloe #fanart #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #my art #bechloe week #sneaking around #bechloe week 2022

[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Nine: Pho

Jason let his fingers dance through the mess of curls on his lap. Conner’s weight wasn’t suffocating like most things were. Conner woke up and lay in place. “Hey,” Jason whispered, “Hey…

“Are you okay?” Conner murmured, almost purring at the sensation of fingers in his hair.

Jason made a soft noise. “My head hurts, but that’s normal. My dad’s gonna be pissed that I trashed my chair… But then again, he might not find out if I can replace it before he gets home,” Jason mumbled. “Oh crap, I’m—. Sorry, the pain medication always makes me weird. Why am I touching you?” Jason removed his hand from Conner’s hair as his face went red-hot.

Conner didn’t budge. “You don’t have to stop… It was nice,” Conner mumbled. Jason hesitated before returning to Conner’s hair. “Should you call your dad?”

“No… I don’t want Bruce to be worried. No use in both of us being worried about each other,” Jason answered without thinking.

“He’s your dad, though,” Conner whispered. Jason nodded.

“I know, but—. I don’t like to make him worry if it isn’t serious. I’ll heal… Probably before he gets home. He doesn’t have to know,” Jason half-pleaded. A knock on the door startled them both.

“Jason, can we come in?” Barbara asked. Conner sat up, and Jason told Barbara to enter. Gromit rushed to Jason’s side, and Jason giggled.

“Gromit. Hey buddy. Did you eat?” Jason asked as he leaned forward to receive an affectionate kiss on the cheek from Gromit. “Hi, sweet boy. I missed you too.”

“Jason, your left wrist is only sprained,” Barbara announced.

“I figured. You didn’t tell Bruce, did you?” Jason asked.

“No, but this is why I talked to you about the other thing yesterday—.”

“And I said okay,” Jason interrupted.

Jason reached out with his uninjured arm, and Barbara squeezed his hand. “I’m gonna sign you out. Get dressed, and I’ll wait for you. I’ll take both of you kids home,” Barbara whispered, “I brought you a change of clothes.” Barbara gave Jason a bag.

Jason removed the hospital gown and pulled his shirt out of the bag. Jason fastened the magnetic buttons with his uninjured hand. Conner sat with his face hidden in his arms. Jason figured it was out of respect for him while he got dressed. Jason pushed the blankets aside and finished getting dressed. “Conner, I’m done getting dressed. You can look now,” I replied.

“Okay… Sorry, I don’t—. You didn’t ask me to leave,” Conner stammered.

“I didn’t wanna be alone,” Jason explained. Gromit whined. “No offense, Gromit. I love you, but sometimes a guy needs a human friend to talk to.” Jason scratched under Gromit’s chin.

Jason put a foot down and shifted his weight. Gromit took his place at Jason’s side. Jason winced and clutched his ribs on one side. “Jason—.”

“I’m fine. I mean-. It could’ve been worse if you weren’t there,” Jason interrupted. He stood, wavering before grabbing the support handle attached to Gromit’s harness. Conner stood up, making sure Jason was okay. “It’s the medication… That’s all. I’m just dizzy.” Jason shut his eyes, breathing through his nose. “You can never get used to how the hospitals dope you up. Hungry? We could stop and get some pho on the way home.” Jason laughed.

“You still wanna hang out with me?” Conner asked.

“Yeah… Do you?” Jason questioned.

“Chicken or beef?” Conner smiled. Jason chuckled.

“Beef, definitely,” Jason chuckled. Conner held the door and followed him.

“Did you guys eat dinner last night?” Barbara asked as she led them to the car.

“Nope,” Jason replied before groaning. “My meds—.”

“Got you covered. Also, I have you covered on the chair too… But you owe Gromit a movie. He didn’t get to finish The Curse of the Were-Rabbit,” Barbara interrupted.

“Gromit, that’s our movie,” Jason whined. Gromit kissed his cheek. “Oh, flattery will get you everywhere. I forgive you, sweet boy.” Conner chuckled.

“What do you guys wanna eat? We can eat anything as long as I don’t have to cook,” Barbara replied.

Jason lay back and shut his eyes. Conner answered Barbara’s question, and she took them to the restaurant. Jason leaned forward, breathing heavily, and Gromit lay over his lap to support him. “Is he asleep?” Barbara asked.

“Mhm,” Conner answered.

*

Jason slept most of the afternoon, waking to eat or tell Conner he felt fine. He lied. Gromit curled up beside him, keeping watch. “Gromit would tell us if something was wrong with him,” Barbara whispered. Conner nodded. “Are you alright?”

“I’m practically invulnerable—.”

“Emotionally, Conner. What’s going on up there?” Barbara asked.

Conner shrugged. “Don’t know… I guess it doesn’t matter because he’s okay now,” Conner replied.

“It matters,” Barbara interrupted.

Gromit tugged at Conner’s pants leg, and Conner followed him to the bedroom. Jason gasped for air, kicking and clawing at nothing. Conner listened to Jason’s heart and lungs and didn’t hear a disturbance, so he sat the sleeping boy up, allowing Jason to rest on his shoulder. Conner rubbed his back, gently humming so Jason could feel the vibration. He continued until Jason went limp in his arms, and he gently laid Jason back on his pillow. “It’s okay, Gromit,” Conner whispered. Jason curled into a ball, and Gromit took his place on the bed. Conner stayed behind, watching Jason until he fell asleep as well. Jason woke up, confused by Conner’s presence but not alarmed. He grabbed the back of Conner’s sweatshirt and pulled him away from the bed’s edge, wrapping his injured arm around his chest because he wasn’t strong enough to do it on his own. Gromit helped, and Conner rolled onto his back. Jason hesitated before letting go of Conner’s torso and scratched behind Gromit’s ears.

“I’m not lonely, Gromit,” Jason mumbled. Gromit’s ears perked up. “Oh, don’t do that. Whatever happened, you could’ve handled—.”

Conner sharply inhaled and stretched out. “Jason, I’m—.”

“Conner, it’s late. You can apologize all you want to, but-. I’m tired, and it’s cold,” Jason mumbled as he rolled toward the wall and let Conner climb under the blankets. Jason was ice cold next to him.

“Jason… Do you remember your nightmare?”Conner asked. Jason sighed. “I’m sorry if that was personal—.”

“I have nightmares about my claustrophobia,” Jason mumbled, “Always different scenarios… What did you do when you came in?”

“I sat you up and let you lay on me until your breathing slowed down,” Conner answered. Jason made a soft noise of acceptance and shut his eyes. Conner yawned and fell asleep shortly after Jason curled into him. Gromit lay on Jason’s other side, offering enough space for Jason to roll over when he needed to. That night, everyone slept peacefully.

#fic #batfam #superfam #in the soup fic #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Barbara Gordon #Conner Kent #Roxy Leech #Rex Leech #Jason Todd Lives #Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain #Jason Todd Has PTSD #Conner Kent is Superboy #Good Friend Jason Todd #Protective Jason Todd #Overprotective Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon is Oracle #Disabled Characters #Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along #Good Parent Bruce Wayne #Developing Friendships #Sneaking Around #Disguise #Fluff and Humor #Secret Messages #Hiding in Plain Sight

[im-immortal]

hot girl summer (playing by the rules)

chapter 15: powerful with a little bit of tender

Her head was in the clouds, her heart following right along with it. She was floating somewhere high above the atmosphere, nearing space and damn near able to touch the stars. And this… this is what she’d been searching for when she’d let Gareth press his lips to hers. This is what she’d been desperately yearning for while she’d gone about her day-to-day life. Like drowning in that lake and letting the euphoric sensation of breathlessness overtake her, swallow her up, consume her. She could almost hear the low hum of a boat engine at the surface, reminding her that reality was awaiting her once she came back up for air.

But then Daryl growled against her lips and pulled away. Before she could comprehend what was happening, he gently pushed her back with the hand that had been kneading and massaging at her breast and teasing her nipple. His lips trailed their way down her chin, her neck, her chest. She gasped in a deep breath, trembling at his touch. She arched her back over the steering wheel and pushed her chest out, and he seemed to relish in the access. His mouth was still trailing down and down, kissing its way around both breasts, tongue flicking out across her nipples. She couldn’t swallow back the moans that escaped at the sensation. She slid her hands back to grasp either side of his head, tangling her fingers in his shaggy hair.

As he kept up the work with his hand on one breast, he was wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking slowly. She couldn’t suppress the shudder than ran through her, a moan escaping her parted lips. Her fingers tightened in his hair, hips grounding down against his twitching cock through both her shorts and his jeans. He growled against her skin, the vibration reverberating through every bone in her body, and sucked a little harder.

She moaned even deeper, almost a guttural sound, tilting her head back as her jaw went slack and her eyelids fluttered, gasping for breath in between relentless moans that escaped on their own fruition. Felt his cock twitching and jumping from beneath his jeans. Felt his tongue tracing around her nipple, his lips sucking at it fervently. Felt his palm kneading at her breast. 

He’d turned her into an animal, moaning like a cat in heat, grounding herself down against him for even the slightest bit of pressure to ease the ache that had bloomed into a primal need. Then she felt the sharp edges of his teeth nipping at the very tender flesh around her nipple. 

Maybe she’d turned him into an animal, too.

A shudder wracked her whole body and she jerked against him.

“Daryl—!”

At the sound, he immediately stopped and pulled his mouth away to look up at her with hooded eyes, pupils wide and blown. She met his gaze, recognizing the uncertainty and slight hint of fear in his face.

“‘M sorry,” he said breathlessly. “Didn’t mean to—”

“Why’d you stop?”

Something sparked in his eyes, and though he didn’t smirk or even grunt, she felt his fingers dig tighter into the flesh of her hip before he resumed his previous ministrations. Leaned in like he was ready to bury his head into the earth that was her bare chest, wrapping his lips around her nipple and cupping her breast with his hand. Then he switched to the other breast, offering that side the same treatment with his mouth on her nipple and his hand kneading at the soft, tender flesh.

She couldn’t swallow back the squeal that escaped when he lightly dug his teeth in, her hips bucking reflexively, her core grounding down into him desperately. He wasn’t sucking as hard on this breast, but he returned to the other one as though he had a job to finish.

“And when Daryl Dixon says he’s gonna do something, he does it. And he doesn’t leave ‘til the job’s done,” she recalled, smirking to herself as that ironic thought popped into her head.

She could already tell—could already feel—that a mark was forming around her nipple. Knew it would end up being a hickey to rival the one on her neck. And oh, God, if that didn’t just feed the fire currently blazing at the very bottom of her stomach. She wanted him to mark every inch of her. To declare her as his and his alone. She wanted to be left with the evidence that Daryl Dixon had been here, had conquered her. And had been conquered in return.

#bethyl fanfiction #smut #au #no za #beth greene pov #cheating trope #sneaking around #beth greene/daryl dixon #my fic: hot girl summer #my series: ifap ifap #bethyl