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darkisrising · 2 years

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The Compromise, by DarkIsRising

I worked on this fic all day, which was supposed to be a follow up to the steter, petopher, stetopher mini series I’ve been dabbling with but... I kind of feel like this isn’t going anywhere useful for the series? I dunno, maybe tomorrow I’ll change my mind. Until then here’s a tumblr exclusive: 1600ish words of lightly-edited Chris and Stiles at a coffee shop post-The Adjustment.

The Compromise

In the morning, Chris takes Stiles out for coffee.

No, scratch that. In the morning Peter makes good on his promise by going down on Stiles right there in the bed while Chris pretends to sleep beside them. With Stiles’ legs thrown over his shoulders, Peter’s mouth is hot and hungry as he works Stiles into a gasping, grasping mess. When Stiles comes, he bites his own forearm so hard there’s an indent from his teeth that doesn’t fade until after he’s showered, dressed—his own clothes have too much blood to walk around in Peter’s bougie neighborhood now that the sun is up, so he doesn't bother to ask before he throws on Peter’s sweatpants and a v-neck that probably costs as much as six of Stiles’ Old Navy tees—and out the door with a stone-faced Chris before Peter's finished his own shower.

And then, after that, Chris takes Stiles out for coffee.

Stiles’ head is fuzzy. The bright morning light that blasts through the trendy, hipster cafe’s storefront window might be good for the wall full of draping plants but it’s hell on Stiles' retinas, and the grind of coffee beans is intense where it pings through his skull like an arcade game of pain. But all-in-all he knows he got off easy considering how much vodka he’d manage to down on the walk to Peter’s building last night.

He knows he should probably be hurting way worse and he wonders, as he settles into the tiny, bistro-style table, if there’s some kind of study on the effects of sex and dopamine on hangovers, because with his limited sample size of one it's fucking awesome, but that's not exactly enough to know for sure. His fingers itch to tap out a Google search on his phone, to lose himself in a meaningless research spiral, but Chris is heading his way so Stiles resists the temptation.

His knees knock into the side of Stiles’ thigh when he takes the chair opposite, and Stiles has to make a concerted effort to give him some room. He’d much rather stay put, letting their legs press together, but he already showed his hand last night when he’d kissed Chris, so he cant get away with something like that being unintentional, especially not when he’d already caught a glint of ice-blue eyes this morning when he’d moaned, Peter’s hand cradling his balls, before Chris had turned to one side and left Stiles looking at his back, clearly uninterested in joining them. And that’s alright. That’s fine. Maybe it hurts Stiles’ ego a little, but hey, he knows he’s an acquired taste. Like bananas and ketchup. Or pizza and nutella. Perfect for some, but maybe not all, and certainly not something he could logically imagine Chris Argent enjoying now that he’s not plastered out of his mind.

Even with a resolution Not To Care, he still can’t keep his knees from bouncing and his fingers from drumming on the table in a chronically over-medicated agitation of nerves and awkwardness. AKA: the Stiles Stilinski Special.

“So, not that this isn’t great, having someone else pay for my ten-buck latte, but I feel like maybe this is where we go our separate ways until the next horrifying adventure in paranormal-land crops up.”

Chris responds with a non-response: humming and sipping from his coffee as he looks at the wall of plants like he’s maybe thinking of taking up horticulture. “How are the hands?” he asks at last, still staring at the pothos, and Stiles shrugs.

“Fine,” he says, not because it hasn’t been a bitch and a half to realize just how often his palms stretch and flex with every simple task, but because he doesn’t really want to talk about his hands.

His hands make him remember the garrote biting into his flesh which makes him remember the possession, and then he’s remembering all the possessions before this one, the loss of control, the loss of hope, the feeling like he won’t ever be normal again, won’t ever be clean from all the blood spilled, won’t ever be absolved from all the lives taken, and then that bleak, heavy anvil of despair that’s been swinging overhead is starting to darken the sky around him, like he’s Wile E Coyote stepping onto a hand-painted target in the middle of the desert.

This is what his arrangement with Peter is supposed to prevent—this body-crushing, brain-rotting hopelessness. It's supposed to give him something else to think about to get through one more day, and one more after that, and one after that, until a week’s gone by and the need to be done with it all has dimmed to more manageable levels of awful.

Stiles doesn’t realize his drumming fingers have gotten more frenetic until warm hands settle on top of his, a wordless request, and he stills them with a mumbled “Sorry.”

“What did Peter mean when he said—” Chris begins at the same time Stiles says “I'm sorry we’re fucking the same guy” and then they are staring at each other.

Chris blinks. His face is blank. He blinks again, and then, withdrawing his hands he wrap them around his coffee cup and looks away. From this angle, Stiles can see the muscle of his jaw working.

Stiles should wait him out. But he's not built for things like 'patience' so he keeps talking even though he knows odds are pretty good he's only going to make everything worse.

"Probably was a better way for you to find out than seeing me on his lap when we was naked and you two had just… Anyway. I'm sorry. And I know the age difference bugs you, but I can guarantee this doesn't even crack my top ten of Worst Ideas Stiles Followed Through On." Stiles fiddles with his coffee cup, popping off the plastic lid to watch a curl of steam rise, caught in the sunlight. "I mean, sure, the fact that it's Peter is probably a horrible idea, seeing as he's, you know." He waves his hands in the air to sketch out his best approximation of psychopath and zombie and Peter. "—though in my defense you are sleeping with him, too, which means you're judgement is just as fucked as mine so it's not like you can totally think less of me for it."

"I don't think less of you, Stiles. I'm worried." Chris sighs, so world-weary it brings out the smudges of tired beneath his eyes. "I don't know exactly what Peter's angle is with all of this but I know he has one. If things go south, I can handle Peter and whatever he's plotting."

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? "And, what? You don't think I could?" Chris doesn't have to say it. His pursed mouth and sad eyes talk plenty. "Listen, first off, screw you. I might not have grown up an Argent but I think by now I've more than proven myself with all the shit this fucking town has thrown at me—"

"Stiles."

"Second of all, if you think I don’t realize Peter’s probably got some angle that is going to absolutely bite me in the ass later, then you are dumber than you are hot. Of course he’s up to something. He can’t order a fucking pizza at pack night without there being a devious angle he’s working. But right now waiting for this week to be done so that I can come back to his douchey, minimalist apartment and get dicked down is the only thing keeping me from eating a gun or jumping off the interstate overpass so excuse me for not caring at this particular juncture what his motivations are. And thirdly—”

“Stiles,” Chris says again, cutting his eyes to the other patrons, and Stiles realizes that he’s getting a little loud so he brings his voice down but he’s no less emphatic.

“Thirdly, you’re not my father. You don’t need to treat me like I'm your kid. Like I need protecting from the big, bad wolf." Like you couldn't protect your own daughter from me, he stops himself from saying though the words bore a hole straight through his tongue.

He waits for Chris to say something, to match his own boiling-over anger with that cold fury Stiles has become way too acquainted with over the years, but he doesn’t. He watches, assessing, like he watches and assesses everything, the intelligence glittering in his eyes like noon off a glacier-fed lake. Finally he gives one lone, single, solitary nod and says “Okay.”

“Okay?” Stiles repeats, wary.

“Okay. You’re right.” Chris shrugs, not like he doesn't care but maybe like he's uncomfortable. Stiles has never seen the capable hunter extraordinaire Chris Argent uncomfortable like this before. “You’re an adult. You can handle yourself. You’ve more than proven that through the years. Whatever you’re doing with Peter is none of my business.”

“Good. Yeah, okay,” Stiles says, and it is good—it is—only he feels kind of unhappy, unsettled, even though Chris is conceding every one of his points. They drink their coffee in silence after that, looking anywhere but at each other. "I mean, it is a little your business," he mumbles, elaborating when Chris only raises an eyebrow. "Peter. Since we're both…you know. With him. It’s kind of your business, too."

"It’s really not. We've never been exclusive. More like," he shakes his head, plunges on, "we fell into it after Allison… and now it's—"

"Sexy? Angry?" Stiles suggests. "Angry-sexy? Sexy-angry?"

"Habit," Chris says firmly.

"Huh." Stiles scratches his chin and instantly regrets the pulling ache he gets for moving his palm. "A three-year-long sex habit."

"Something like that." Standing, Chris leaves to throw his empty cup in the trash. When he returns he asks "Where are you parked? I’ll walk you to your Jeep."

"Ah. Well, actually. Funny story: I walked here last night."

"Then I'll give you a ride home. Come on."

#steter #petopher #stetopher #teen wolf #darkisrising fic #spicy-ish #tw: suicidal ideation #mentions of it at least

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trashyshrew · 7 months

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#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #misa amane #lawlightmane #??? is that even the tag for this?#world's saddest ot3? 😂#spicy-ish content #from the depths of my hard drive #found this the other day while looking for something else #and hey i guess it's on theme for the month #so why not post now?#😅

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bruciemilf · 11 months

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“ You can stop staring now, Superman. "

#bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #dcu #battinson #dc fanart #some anatomy practice but make it Spicy #fanart #digital art #wheres purpose in a man if not looking pretty and dainty #but also look if bruce isnt buff as fuck in dainty ish aesthetic im not INTERESTEEEEED #batman #superbat #HMMM EDITING FOR A BIT OF AN IDEA #bruce is dating superbat. not clark kent 👀👀👀👀

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miceandmonsters · 1 month

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#werewolf #werewolves #tetrophilia #monster boyfriend #yes this is me trying to scope this out for a book im writing #i'm curious what y'all think bc i've seen it both ways in books i've read #spicy ish

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iwasneverth3re · 1 year

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*sighs* y'all I caved in cuz I was DEVASTATED when I saw that Gun panel

#HAVEN'T BEEN THE SAME SINCE I SAW LONG-ISH HAIRED GUN PARK #No I didn't draw Gun's n*pples bc it looked weird so he's n*pple-less but hey #That's the least of Gun's problems🤷🏽‍♀️#I was gonna draw him getting out of the shower or smth but I was too lazy #And I have other drawings of him too but they're a little... spicy LETS JUST PUT IT THAT WAY >.>#lookism anime #Lookism #lookism gun #Gun park #Park jonggun #Lookism fanart #Lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #My art #Drawing #artists on tumblr

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dandydanthelion · 3 months

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pov ur julian abt to check on ur least fav patient

ok this was supposed to be done on his bday and im very late to the party but in my defense his bday lasts a whole month also ive just been playing sm bg3 lately uh

so yeah happy january aka a whole month dedicated to this stinker

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fanart #count lucio #lucio morgasson #lucio the arcana #dandelion's art #mildly spicy #ish

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ellawrites-if · 2 months

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SHARED DESIRES

This short (spicy-ish in a very vague, very gender-neutral (i hope) way) story was inspired by Newmann fanart I saw of Hermann and Newt sharing a dream of them kissing. The artist is @/dad-dumpster.

As always this is unedited and vaguely proofread, so any mistakes are my own. I’m pretty sure the tense changes like 8x but whatever.

Your lips crash against theirs, knocking the breath from their lungs.

That’s not unusual, although it’s usually because of your mere presence rather than your lips.

They kiss you back with a fierce hunger, with a need to wreck you, to consume you, to make you crave them as much as they crave you.

Your hands slide up their stomach and push, and they’re powerless to do anything but fall.

They hit their bed and you’re on them. Your teeth nipping at the skin of their neck and soothing the sting with your tongue. All they can do is pant and tip their head back for you. Their hands latch onto your hips and dig in. They’ll probably leave bruises, and that thought thrills them even more.

Your lips have reached their jaw, but it’s too much and not enough all at once, and they delight in your surprised yelp as they flip you onto your back.

They immediately latch onto your neck, paying you back with a love bite that you’ll struggle to cover up.

Your hands fumble with their trousers, pushing them down just enough to gain access to what you want. Your fingers explore and they moan, their voice echoing across the space.

You laugh, triumphantly, even as your pupils swallow the colour of your pretty eyes. It drives them crazy to see how affected you are by them.

They decide to return the favour, pulling your hands away from them, so they can tug your own trousers down and lay between your thighs. The only thought in their head is that they’d die here quite happily.

Their mouth descends onto you, and your hips jerk as your snarky words are cut off by a choked out moan. A bit of information to file away for later.

They want to make you feel good. Want to taste your desire on their tongue. Want to be the one you pleasure yourself to thoughts of. Want to be the only one you turn to when the need gets too much.

They’ll ingrain themselves on your soul if they have to.

You scream, your thighs tightening around their head and your hands yanking at their hair.

They’re in heaven.

It’s the only explanation.

Ciaran jolts awake, their heart thundering in their chest and their breathes coming out in harsh pants.

They wipe the sweat from their brow.

A dream.

The only explanation that actually makes sense.

They take a few gulps of their water from the glass they had left on night stand, and attempt to do what they always do when it comes to you.

They shove their feelings down into an abyss and pray that they never come crawling out.

Once they calm down enough to get back to sleep, they place their water back on their night stand, and flop onto their mattress. They hit their pillow a few times and force their eyes to close.

Ciaran is a master of burying their head in the sand by now. This is no different.

At least, it isn’t until the next morning when they spot you and you can’t look them in the eyes.

Ciaran raises an eyebrow at your behaviour as they sit opposite you.

“What’s up with you?” They ask, curious. “You dream about me or something?”

They don’t know why they asked you that, but your reaction makes them freeze up.

Did they send you their dream through the connection between your minds? Did you send them yours?

Or…did you share the dream? Your subconscious coming together with theirs in a mess of both of your desires.

They shake the thought away.

Breakfast, surrounded by some of the sharpest minds in the world, was not the place to be thinking about such things.

“Idiot, just eat your breakfast and stop being weird.”

That snaps you out of it.

Good.

Your nonsense should hopefully be able to stop them from launching over the table and kissing you senseless in front of everyone.

#ro: ciaran #sinful whispers #this is my first (vague hand motions) spicy-ish story so it probably sucks but whatevs #what’s writing if not a fun lil learning curve #THE MIND LINK IS SO PERSONAL TO ME #ITS SO *BITES THE BARS OF MY CAGE*

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heybiji · 1 year

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#original character #lady knight #wlw #sapphic #suggestive #ish??#the best of bone and blood #tbobab #george of the gallows #the lady of thorns #i thought i posted this before but i can't find it anywhere #was it deleted? did i delete it? i don't know #goals: putting knights in the most toxic relationships #i don't think this is too spicy for tumblr but wtf do i know

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cherrypoison1889 · 1 year

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hello thronebreaker fans

#thronebreaker #shitpost #laughies #reynard odo #queen meve #gascon brossard #the mental image would not leave me until i created this monstrosity #video games #the witcher #ish #spicy meme

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e-vay · 9 months

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Bubbles and Blush

[A/N: I've been drawing a lot of non-Sonamy-related content lately, but I desperately needed my fix so I wrote this spicy fluff whenever I had any free time (灬♥ω♥灬);;;;;;; I hope you enjoy] [Summary: Happily reunited after a week apart, Amy devises a delicious strategy to help Sonic overcome his fear of water. Rated T]

Sonic zipped through the forest as quickly as possible, darting and weaving through the trees while careful not to drop the bag he was carrying over his shoulder. The familiar spring breeze of his hometown was refreshing on his fur. He had spent the last week away, sprinting from country to country with no real plan but following wherever his feet took him and to see what new adventures were in store for him. The trip left him feeling reenergized. Now his only concern was hoping Amy would be home once he got there.

The two had finally become an item months ago and he was still pleasantly surprised at how natural it all felt. To be fair, the pair had already been acting like they were more than friends for a long time, anyway. For years he loved fighting alongside her and lived to make her laugh. Now he had the added benefit of getting to kiss her anytime he wanted. And Chaos, did he want to kiss her now. The thought sent a rush of butterflies through his stomach and he couldn’t help a smile from forming on his lips.

The blue hero picked up his pace even more. He loved the freedom he still enjoyed to be able to run as carelessly as the wind, but if he was honest, he found himself missing Amy and longing to come back home to her. It seemed everything he came across on this particular trip reminded him of her. Thus, he ended up with this tote bag full of souvenirs and treats he thought she’d like.

Finally, Amy’s house was in sight. He dug his heels into the ground so he could make a screeching halt, stopping just at her bedroom window. He adjusted the tote on his shoulder once more before using both hands to pry open the window and swung one leg over the sill to climb in.

“Yo Aaaames ♪!” Sonic called out in a melodic tune. “You home?”

“Sonic! You’re back!” Amy shouted excitedly from another room. The sound of pure joy coming from her voice made Sonic’s heart flutter. She made him feel like the center of the universe without even trying. He hoped he could make her feel just as appreciated, especially with this surprise he planned for her. He finished jumping in through the window and closed it behind him.

“Is there such a thing as a Best-Boyfriend-in-the-World Award?” he asked, marching comically through Amy’s bedroom towards the direction of her voice. “‘Cuz if there is, I’m about to win it!” He only managed a brief glimpse of Amy’s face before he swiftly spun on his heel with his back towards her. Crap! He was so busy bragging about his romantic gesture that he didn’t even realize he was following the sound of her voice to her en suite. Amy had called out to him while she was enjoying a bubble bath. Luckily – or not so luckily – he caught himself fast enough that he didn’t see anything. Sure he had seen her naked already, but he figured he probably oughtn’t look without her permission…

“Sorry! I didn’t realize…” he muttered, his cheeks growing warm and his fur starting to stand on end.

Amy laughed from behind him, “You can look, Mr. Chivalry.”

Well, if she insisted.

Just as suddenly as he had turned away from her, Sonic spun back around eagerly. He barked out a laugh at the unexpected sight. Enormous mountains of foamy bubbles were towering from the ivory tub, completely overtaking Amy so only her head was visible. She had her pink quills pulled back into a messy bun. Even if it wasn’t what he was hoping to see, she was so damn cute that he didn’t feel disappointed.

From the mass of bubbles, Amy reached out her hand with her fingers splayed. Sonic hurried over and laced his fingers with hers before kneeling down on the tile floor. “I missed you,” she smiled, leaning forward. His lips met hers for a tender, longing kiss. He started to pull away, but Amy abruptly wrapped her other arm around his neck and yanked him back towards her for more, devouring him hungrily. Despite the unpleasant feeling of being splashed with water from her fast movement, Sonic grinned against her lips. Amy was so assertive and unapologetic about what she wanted. Her passion was just one of the many things he loved about her.

The bubblegum-colored goddess only broke her lips free from his so she could pepper more kisses across his muzzle, snout and forehead. Sonic laughed happily at the attack and only when she finally paused to catch her breath did he place a gloved hand on her cheek. “I missed ya, too,” he whispered.

“So,” Amy kissed his palm before folding her arms on the edge of the tub and rested her chin on her forearms. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, “What’s this about a ‘best-boyfriend’ award I owe you?”

Sonic chuckled mischievously, repositioning himself on the floor to sit more comfortably. He removed the tote from his arm and placed it in his lap. He cleared his throat and put on his best ‘game-show host’ voice. “One of the perks of dating the fastest thing alive is you get the finest delicacies the planet has to offer delivered fresh to your door! Behold -” He reached into the bag and pulled out a colorful bouquet of skewered candied fruits, carefully protected in plastic wrap. With his other hand he pulled out a small box covered in ornate packaging. “Mooncakes and tanghulu from Chun-nan.” Amy squealed with delight and grasped for the treats but Sonic pulled them just out of reach, setting them carefully on the ground. “But wait, there’s more!”

Two more packages were drawn from the bag and he opened one ceremoniously, revealing an array of flaky pastries. “Every flavor baklava Shamar had to offer-” he glanced inside the box and grimaced, realizing some of the desserts had been crushed and mangled on his run. He closed the container quickly and set it aside, murmuring in a rushed tone: “SonicTheHedgehogWillNotBeHeldResponsibleForDamagedOrDestroyedGoodsDuringTheShipmentOfYourPackages.”

Amy laughed as he fished out another item from the tote. He held up a plastic container with what was once a beautiful pastry dusted in sugar and covered in layers of cream and fruits. Jostling around in the bag had made it not nearly as elegant as it was when he first bought it, but it was still prettier than anything he usually ate. “Last but not least, all the way from Spagonia! This… thing!”

“Mille-feuille!” Amy exclaimed.

“Gesundheit,” Sonic quipped.

“No,” Amy giggled. “That’s what that’s called: ‘mille-feuille.’ Oh it’s one of my favorites! How’d you know?”

“Hahaha, ohhh Ames,” Sonic closed his eyes and shook his head as if it were foolish of her to ask. “I had absolutely no idea.” Amy burst out into a fit of laughter at his honest response. “But–” he added with a grin, “–it looked super fancy so I figured you’d like it.”

Amy sprang up and leaned forward to kiss Sonic once more. “Are you kidding? I love it, I love all of it! This is an incredible surprise. Thank you!”

“Ahh it’s nothing,” Sonic waved his hand dismissively, hoping to hide his blush. He didn’t consider himself much of a romantic but these kinds of reactions he got out of Amy were the best. “So are ya hungry? I was thinking we could have lunch, maybe even try some of these swanky things,” he gestured at the tower of goodies.

The pink hedgehog pouted and sank into the tub dramatically until she was almost completely hidden in the mass of bubbles. A soft whine came from the mountain of foam.

“What?” Sonic chuckled.

“I really want to, but I just got in here. Can we have lunch after I’m finished?” Amy pleaded.

“Of course!” Sonic assured her, standing up from the floor and collecting the pile of treats to stash in the kitchen. “You relax. I can entertain myself.” He made it just beyond the threshold of the en suite when he heard Amy’s voice call out in song.

“Orrrr~” the mischievous tone in her voice stopped him dead in his tracks. He slowly looked over his shoulder and saw her head poking out from the mass of bubbles once again. She had a deliciously playful look in her eyes that made his breath catch in his throat. “You could join me,” she suggested.

“In there?!” Sonic asked incredulously. He set the boxes on a nearby dresser and came back to the bathroom, leaning on the doorway. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so.”

Amy rested her forearms on the edge of the tub again, her tone unamused. “You’ve been running all around the world for the last week. When’s the last time you bathed?”

Sonic crossed his arms as he racked his brain. He was a lot better about grooming more frequently now that he had a lady to impress, but come to think of it he had been pretty busy this week. “It… rained?” he suggested, hoping that answer was good enough.

“Ugh!” Amy responded in disgust, scooping up a handful of bubbles and tossing it at him.

“If you were suggesting I shower with ya, I’d be all for it!” he shouted. He gestured gingerly at the tub. “But a bath? All that … water.” He shuddered.

Amy clasped her hands together. “What better way to face your fears? You really should try to get acclimated to water one of these days so why not start by having a bath with me? I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Quite the opposite, actually…” She released her hands and walked her fingers along the edge of the tub. “I’ll scrub every. last. inch.”

Sonic’s fur pricked up again, his cheeks flushed. Damn, this woman knew how to rile him up. He pushed himself off the door frame and began pacing back and forth, chewing his bottom lip as he weighed his options. He truly hated water more than anything in the world. It wasn’t just a silly little dislike for it; it genuinely terrified him. The thought of him sinking helplessly, his lungs filling up… And it would take way less water than was in that tub to do the trick!

But on the other hand…

The cold shiver in his spine was quickly replaced by a warm burning in his belly. He really missed Amy this week. And with how closely they’d be pressed up against each other in the tub, he could show her just how much he missed her… Sonic bit his cheek to try and stop the leering smile that was creeping up his muzzle, but it couldn’t be helped.

“Is there even room in that thing for the both of us?” he groaned, one last attempt to win this battle of logic.

“♪ You’d better hope not ♪” Amy sang. She pressed her tongue to one of her canines, accentuating her impish grin before slinking down into the bubble bath until she was no longer visible.

“Ah hell,” Sonic cursed in defeat. He quickly yanked off his gloves and kicked off his shoes and socks before making his way to the tub. Clutching onto both edges of the basin, he took several rapid, shallow breaths before stepping one paw into the water. He instantly recoiled and clamped his eyes shut, immediately regretting his decision.

He heard the water splashing around and suddenly warm, wet hands tenderly grasped his hips. He jolted in surprise. “I’ve got you,” Amy reassured him. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her sweet voice, which helped make him feel a little less stupid. She kissed him so softly it made his heart hurt. “And you’ve got this. Just follow me,” she kissed him again and again, each time pulling a little further away so he’d have to lower himself more and more to reach her mouth. Once he was fully submerged in the bath, Amy held him tightly to her and licked his lips as a reward, soliciting a shaky sigh. He was trembling and struggling to breathe, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the terror of the water or the exhilaration of feeling Amy’s bare body against his. He wanted more than anything to just go at her, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t let go of the edge of the tub to keep himself from sinking. Just being in her embrace would have to be enough, he guessed.

Sonic slid his hands along the rim of the bathtub until his forearms were on either side of Amy’s neck. He slowly opened his eyes, sucking in air through his teeth. “So, uh… How were things while I was gone?”

Amy rested her head against the back of his hands behind her. “Oh, you know, the ‘yoozh’,” she replied casually. She started gently massaging her fingers into his back and sides, working the soapy bath water into his navy fur. Sonic’s rigid body relaxed ever so slightly, relishing in the feeling. “Actually,” she continued, “‘He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named’ did not bring his A-Game this week. The battles were so pathetic they’re not even worth mentioning!”

Sonic chuckled in admiration. Here this woman was, describing duels with one of the most formidable villains of their time as if it were as inconvenient and mundane as taking out the trash. “I really did find my perfect match,” he said aloud without realizing.

The admission made Amy’s cheeks turn bright red and for the first time in their encounter, she became bashful. “Oh,” she whispered sheepishly, trying not to call him out on his statement but secretly screaming with joy on the inside. Her claws dragged from his back around to his front and began scrubbing his chest fur. She cleared her throat to keep her voice from wavering, “You mentioned you made it to Shamar. I have good memories there.” A smile formed as she recalled a scene from what seemed like a lifetime ago: a handsome blue hedgehog agreeing to a date with her. “Tell me about all the trouble you got into this week!”

“Oh man, you have no idea!” Sonic beamed, launching into a drawn-out story of all his latest antics. Amy’s plan worked. He got so caught up in relaying all the details of his recent travels that she could feel the tension easing up in his muscles and the fear of the bath water drifting from his mind. She politely nodded while he spoke, making sure to interject a slew of questions throughout to keep him yapping. But Sonic was known for running his mouth, so that was plenty easy to do! There were just a few instances where Amy would scratch and knead particularly sensitive areas and his sentences would trail off into pleasurable murmurs but as soon as her hands worked their way elsewhere his narrative picked up where he left off. She secretly reveled in the delectable wickedness she felt having this power over him.

After some time, Amy reached outside of the tub to grab a bottle of shampoo. She began lathering the soap into Sonic’s quills and the sensation turned him into putty in her hands. He closed his eyes and sank into her, practically purring at her touch. Amy giggled at his incoherent speech and leaned in to whisper in his ear, pinning his face to her bosom. “What’s that?” she teased. “I can’t understand you.”

He nuzzled into her soft chest and absentmindedly slipped his hands from the rim of the basin down Amy’s back. The feel of his fingers firmly raking down her flesh made her gasp but she promptly held her breath to not break his comfortable trance. She focused on grooming his scalp, trying to suppress the fire rising inside her. “This… feels… amazing…” he moaned. The rhythmic pressure Sonic was applying to the sensitive dimples in her lower back was making it difficult to focus. She decided she’d better wrap this bath up fast so they could move on to another form of quality time together.

“You love me, right?” she panted.

“Oh yeah,” Sonic sighed dreamily into her bosom.

“And you know I love you, right?”

Sonic’s brows furrowed, sensing the trepidation in Amy’s voice. He was slower to answer this time. “…Yyyeah…”

“And you trust me?”

His eyes shot open, suddenly very aware of how submerged he was in the bath water.

“Amy.”

She hugged him close to her, hoping to ease his worries with her feminine curves. “You’re not going to like this part but I promise it’ll be over before you know it!”

“WhA-?!” Sonic yelped when, in an impressive display of speed and strength, Amy used a reversal to flip them around, laying Sonic down with his back to the floor of the tub and she straddled on top of him. He clenched his eyes shut and held his breath in the panic of being shoved mostly underwater, though his face and ears were plenty safe from being submerged. His hands immediately left her and braced the edges of the tub again.

She reached under him to release the drain then turned the water spout on to rinse him with fresh water. “You need to breathe,” Amy encouraged empathetically.

“Mm-mmm!” he grunted in objection. He’d be shaking his head aggressively if he wasn’t at risk of waterboarding himself!

She carefully combed her fingers through his quills under the running water. “Baby, you’re gonna pass out if you don’t breathe,” she reminded him. “Just focus on me, okay?”

Hesitantly, Sonic opened his eyes just enough to glare at Amy. She scoffed at his obstinance but quickly corrected her tone to be reassuring once again. “Good...” She honestly was very proud of him for doing all this for her. “Now breathe with me.” Amy used one hand to demonstrate the cadence of her breath, inhaling and exhaling in a deep, slow rhythm. Her other hand continued rinsing and smoothing his fur hurriedly.

Sonic exhaled forcibly in frustration, but his gaze did shift from glaring at her to following the waving of her hand. It took a few stuttering attempts, but eventually, he was able to sync his lungs with hers.

Why the hell did I agree to this? he thought to himself, sulking. Well, he knew why. But he was still annoyed! Sure, parts of it… most of it… was good. Really damn good. And maybe with practice, I coulda gotten the hang of baths… But now this?! She’s pinned me down, just one false move away from drowning me, and she expects me to relax? ‘Focus on me,’ she says, HA! Looking at her never calms me down anyway… It only ever… gets me… riled up…

Amy leaned over him once more, turning off the faucet. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She was grinning proudly when she leaned back, but her cocky expression was quickly replaced with concern when she noticed how rough and heavy Sonic was panting. Oh no, maybe it was that difficult for him after all.

Just as she was about to apologize, his eyes darted up to meet hers and the intensity of his stare made her entire body quiver. “Ah,” she gasped in realization. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt a noticeable shift happening to him from beneath her. She licked her lips and cleared her throat to try and compose herself.

“Mmmaybe,” Amy muttered, “...we should… finish this conversation in the other room?” Her fingertips trailed down Sonic’s heaving chest and traced the muscles in his abdomen. “Unless of course you’re too hungry?” She winced at the suggestion of putting this on pause, but she remembered they were supposed to be having lunch right now.

In one fell swoop Sonic had lifted them both up out of the now empty bath. His arms were wrapped under her rear for support and pinned her hips so tightly to his. They each moaned as he kissed her ravenously. “I’m starving,” he growled into her lips before sprinting into the bedroom.

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