Riley X Val Fanart Novels & Stories

Rolling my eyes, I watched the whole scene, the giggles of the cheerleaders grew louder as they witnessed the extraordinary. Well, as they would always call it. Like a mix of swirling different colors of broken crayons---there were gaping mouths, annoying smirks, and stares full of lust with curses along their mouths. So who was the target of this ridiculous disorder? Yes, the most popular girl in our school--- the head cheerleader. The girl every boy wanted and every girl wanted to be. And girls also wanted her. In bed, actually, if you know what I mean. Her name is Arisa Gail Valentine.

On prom night, I buried my dream of becoming an artist—for Sophie. Wanna know why? ‘Cus my greatest fulfillment will be seeing her turned out to be nothing like me: broken and ruined. “Not again!” A familiar feminine voice snatches me from my thoughts. I blink my eyes open to see Riley’s face almost pressed against mine, her wild green eyes studying my face. She’s cosplaying a maid, her short flared black skirt hangs high on her tiny waist, revealing her long skinny summer thighs. The kind you fantasize about smearing oil on and licking with your tongue.

Valerie's relatives barely had time to celebrate before I added with a slight smile, "But reconciliation is out of the question." Valerie's father, Raymond Larson, grew anxious. "Austin, you're a man, and men should be forgiving. There really was nothing between them. Why are you being so petty?" I looked at him directly. "Nothing between them? Are you sure? Then where did the baby in Valerie's belly come from?" My words stunned everyone present. Valerie became furious. "Austin, what nonsense are you talking about? Didn't we agree no one else would know about this?" In her panic, her words contradicted themselves. Everyone exchanged glances, and after a few seconds of silence, they all knew

On their way back down the hallway, Riley kept poking her side, making her jump. “Riley, stop it,” she hissed, glancing at the students passing by. “What? I’m checking if my girlfriend’s ticklish. It’s very important,” Riley grinned, jabbing again. “Important for who?” Valery raised an eyebrow, trying to hold it in. “For humanity,” Riley declared solemnly. “If you’re ticklish, I’ll have to protect you from merciless tickle monsters. If you’re not… well, then I just wasted my break.” He shrugged.

He mumbles, looking down at his desk. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, if that’s the case, can you please be Ainsley’s helper and introduce her to everyone this week?” She sounds nicer now. “Alright, Miss Ratner.” His eyes brighten up. He looks at me and smiles, “Hi! I’m Riley.” He has straight blonde hair that comes down to his chin. It’s a little tangled and looks like straw. I don’t think he brushed it this morning. He has hazel eyes and tan skin. He’s missing a couple of teeth that make his smile look funny.

“Testing me? Bullshit. You were dying for me to close that inch. I saw the way your lips parted, the way your thighs pressed together like you were already wet just from me breathing on you. Tell me I’m wrong, Riley. Tell me your panties aren’t soaked right now thinking about what would’ve happened if that elevator hadn’t dinged.” She swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “They’re not. And even if they were, it wouldn’t be because of you. It would be because I’m furious that you still think you can talk to me like I’m one of your little fan girls who drops to their knees the second you flash that smile. Newsflash, Xander: I don’t drop for anyone. Especially not you.”

Riley watched, transfixed, her hand unconsciously brushing over her own thigh. “Come here,” I told her, breaking the kiss. “She feels as good as she looks.” Riley hesitated only a moment before shedding her hoodie, revealing a simple tank top that showed off her lean, athletic build and colorful tattoos on her arms and collarbone. She climbed onto the wide chair beside us, eyes dark with want. Lena reached for her first — a tentative touch on Riley’s arm that turned bolder when Riley leaned in and kissed her.

We lay there just enjoying each other’s company as his breathing and pulse returned to normal, his fingers drawing circles on my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my spine. “You’ll have to get my tattoo, you know.” “I know,” he smiled. “I won’t make you get it as big as mine, don’t worry,” I winked. “To be fair, my guy could probably make it work alongside your Henchmen tattoo.” “You don’t want me to cover it up?” “Why would I?” I questioned, one eyebrow raised. “The Henchmen have been a big part of your life. As long as you stay committed to the Valkyrie, I don’t have a problem with it.”

Seeing Xena still worried about her despite her own troubles, Riley felt both touched and sympathetic. She whispered reassuringly, "There's nothing wrong with it. If she treats you like this, and I turn a blind eye, then I don't deserve to be your friend!" Xena blinked back tears, filled with warmth and gratitude, "Riley, you're so good to me. Having a friend like you is truly a blessing." Riley was flattered by Xena's praise, her cheeks flushing slightly, reinforcing her belief that her decision was correct. She promised, "Xena, just wait and see. I'll handle this properly!"