#mike faist fanfic
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You’re Such a Loser pt. 2
nsfw fic ! 18+
part twoo (part one) !! i hope that those who liked pt. one will like this part just as much :) it’s a lil bit of a switch in dynamic (pun not intended)
content warnings: switch(dom)!art donaldson, switch(sub)!reader, reader guiding art through domming, begging, brief choking, slight hate fucking themes, orgasm denial, slight bit of tears/crying (he’s okay), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, praise, degradation, creampie.
all that frustration from losing his matches has built up in him, and now Art is ready to let it all out. only because you’re letting him, of course.
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He’s diving back into your cunt without hesitation, lapping at the remnants of your orgasm that have spilled and sprayed down your inner thighs. His arms are hooking under your legs so that he can bury his tongue deeper and deeper into you.
You groan deeply, running your fingers through his hair before pulling the locks taut in your fist.
“Yes, baby, just like that.. your mouth always feels so damn good,” you breathe out, moaning at his expert tongue skills.
As you gaze down at him, you can see the way that his eyes are squeezing shut and his brows are turned up in arousal as he licks at your insides. He lets out a pathetic whimper at your words of praise, which shoots a mouthful of vibrations up through your form. Your knees tremble, clamping down on his flushed cheeks, and you use your grip on his hair to guide him gently up to your clit. He takes notice of your cue, and moves his mouth up to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp brokenly and toss your head back, before looking down again to see his face.. and god, he is beautiful. His brows are still knitted up, but now his big aquamarine eyes are watery and looking up at you like a lost puppy. He was all yours. Just yours, and he knew it too -- in fact, he loved it.
“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so--mmf!--so well,” you moan out, using your hand to now stroke at the back of his head and give him a bit more physical stimulation. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his scalp, and out of habit he reaches up with one of his free hands and uses his middle and ring finger to brush against your dripping hole. Immediately, you wince at the contact, and he lets out a drawn out groan that you can tell is an incoherent plea for permission. You nod.
He wastes no time in turning his wrist so that his hand is palm-side up, and then his fingers are gliding into you without any resistance whatsoever. Your body is absolutely starved for him at this point, and you can’t do a thing to hide it. As he feels your insides wrap warmly around his digits, his eyes prick with tears while he continues to mouth at your clit.
He brings his head back, detaching his mouth from your body, and moves to look longingly at the way your fingers are sucking him in every time he pulls them back. Your slick is covering his chin and his lips, which are currently parted in arousal as he huffs and puffs from desperation. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, relishing in the way that he can feel you clench and twitch.
“You’re so hot,” he whispers, not breaking eye contact with the point of connection between your body and his. He then decides to bury his two fingers so deep inside of you that they actually completely disappear. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers repeatedly in the “come hither” motion while he’s still buried up to the hilt. About thirty seconds of this is all it takes for you to get there.
“SHIT-! Oh my god, Art, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m g’na-”
You manage to moan out a quick warning before your hips are arching into his touch, going completely still for a few moments. Then, wave after wave of your orgasm washes over you, causing your pelvis to spasm rapidly as you babble incoherent phrases of praise to your partner.
Art’s mouth is now completely agape, his eyes lidded, as he takes in the show of your orgasm, not stopping the movements of his fingers. You couldn’t really tell over the sound of your own vocality, but he was letting out tiny whines and whimpers from the way that your body was making his cock leak pathetically in his already-soiled boxers. He could barely hold his second orgasm off.. it was so damn hard.
After you collapse fully on the bed in an attempt to recover in your afterglow, sticky with sweat and panting heavily, you are now able to fully hear Art’s pure and unfiltered anguish. He’s moaning lowly as he glances from your cunt down to his clothed cock, which is jumping over and over in his underwear -- begging for attention. He then moves to pull his wet fingers from inside of your pussy, which allows for a few drops of viscous wetness to spill from your hole. Without hesitation, he lurches forward with his pretty tongue sitting gently on top of his bottom lip so that he can gulp down the taste of your release. He sucks and licks greedily at your hole, letting his eyes flutter closed as he grips his own thighs. He doesn’t want to touch himself yet. After all, you never gave him permission.
“You’re such a good boy, baby.. so needy and hungry for me, aren’t you?”
He nods quickly but shakily, his nose brushing against your clit as his mouth continues to relentlessly engulf your heat.
“You want me to let you cum?” you ask, knowing from his track record that he’s probably already on the edge.
He pulls back, licking at his bottom lip to not waste any of your taste, before he removes his hands from gripping his legs and instead places them to your waist. He digs his fingers into your soft flesh as he looks up at you from his position on the floor.
“Please, please, I’m already there-- just tell me I can and I will! I promise,” he gasps out, drawing out the second half of ‘promise’ to emphasize his sheer closeness. His brows are still turned up as tears start to well in his eyes. He’d cry if you said no, you knew that. The real question was: did you want to keep punishing him tonight? Had he had enough?
“Tell me how bad you want it, love.”
You could stand to be cruel a little bit longer.
He whines, his fingers clenching around the skin of your hips, as his pelvis continues to buck involuntarily.
“I want it so badly- I wanna cum- I’m so close, please please please.. I don’t know if I can stop it,” he moans, the slight friction of his cock against his wet boxers pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return.
“What if I said no?”
“Nooo, god, please don’t.. I’ve already made you cum.. I could prob’ly cum just from you telling me that I can.. can I? Oh shit, please-”
“I’ll tell you what: I’ll let you cum if you can take control for once.”
He looks at you, confused, before trying to stave off his orgasm by biting down on your thigh as he lets out a broken whimper. You yelp, before stroking his hair, knowing that he was deep in an animalistic state of mind -- he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just was trying so hard to be good.
“Use your words, Art.”
He releases you from between his teeth, before tears are spilling down his cheeks.
“I,” he sobs, “I can try.. but you know that I’m not like that..”
“I know, baby, I know. I want to teach you. Would you like to try that?”
He nods. He’d do anything to cum at this point.
You use your hands to push yourself farther back onto the bed so that your head is now close to the headboard. Art watches your every move, but stays as still as he can. He still wanted to please you, and didn’t want to do anything without your say-so. This was going to have to change within the next ten minutes.
You pat the bed’s comforter, and he immediately crawls up onto the bed and hovers over your form. His breathing remains uneven as his cheeks continue to flush with the torment of his delayed release. The erection in his boxers is still as stiff as ever, and you eye the way that it visibly jumps with anticipation.
One of your hands reaches up to comfortingly caress his face, and he leans into your touch.
“Breathe, honey, breathe. You’ll get what you want soon.”
He sighs, which almost turns into a moan, but he cuts himself off as you start to give instruction.
“Okay, first I want you to take off my top and bra. Undress me, understand?”
“Yeah,” he responds breathlessly, moving to pull your shirt over your head and unclasp your bra in under a minute. You were now completely naked, and he allowed himself the pleasure of drinking in the sight of your uncovered body. You were so gorgeous, it made his dick twitch.
“Good. Now, take off your boxers and shirt. I wanna see you,” you couldn’t help staying in a dominant headspace for a few seconds more.. it was just so fun to boss him around. He was so quick to follow directions, too.
He unsurprisingly does as he’s told, swiftly removing his gray tee and pulling down his boxers. At the sight of his bare cock, you bite your lower lip and place a hand on the back of his neck to guide him down to meet your mouth. You kiss him deeply, letting your own tongue lick his as he reciprocates with equal ferocity. He’s mashing his lips with yours, moaning into your open mouth when you pull back to switch the angle of your head. You bite down on his bottom lip before sucking it, which causes him to groan deep in his chest. Your hands snake to his lower back and you pull him down in one swift motion so that his body is now pressed flushed to yours as you continue to make out. A few more moments of this go by before Art knows that he has to speak up..
“I th-think I’m gonna c-cum,” he stutters, rubbing his hard cock against your lower stomach, “I can’t hold it, I cannn’t-!”
You reach down quickly and grasp his dick, which makes his eyes roll back into his low lids, and then you’re sliding it inside of your tight hole without warning.
“Nnghh-! I’m--fuck!” he sobs out, immediately spilling a thick, warm load inside of you. You let him thrust shallowly into you as he pumps you full of cum.
“Ah hah hah haah-!” he cries as he overstimulates his cock by continuing to fuck himself through his long-awaited orgasm.
As you watch his face with a smile and feel his throbbing dick inside of you, Art suddenly pushes himself up onto his hands so that he’s looking down at you. He’s gasping for more air but his brows are sitting low on his face and he looks weirdly upset.
You reach a hand up to his face, but he grabs your wrist with one hand and shakes his head without breaking eye contact with you.
“Don’t,” he breathes out, before beginning to thrust his spent cock more forcefully inside of you. Was he pissed that you had initially denied him..?
“Wha-”
“Don’t say anything, please,” he cuts you off, “just let me fuck you some more..”
You close your mouth, feeling a new kind of heat swirl in your gut. There was something about his tone that was new for him.. there was a bit of authority in it. Art hangs his head as he groans, pulling his cock all the way out to the tip before slamming it back into you. The wind feels like it just got knocked completely out of your lungs, and you squirm on the sheets.
“You feel so good.. f-fuck, I’m already hard again,” he moans, a growl beginning to creep up his throat.
A moan escapes your lungs as you let your head fall back into the plush pillow, and then before you can fully comprehend what he’s doing, his hand is over your mouth. His elbow is resting by your neck as his palm covers the lower half of your face and muffles your sounds.
“I said to be quiet,” he says gruffly, now speeding up the movements of his hips. They snap back and forth with a renewed sense of fervor, filling you up with his heavy cock with every thrust inside of you. You moan, although muffled, and you can tell that your stifled sounds were driving him crazy.
“You did a lot of talking tonight, babe, now let me say something--”
You drool under his hand, your mouth open and panting, as you try to focus on his words,
“I don’t get why you called me a loser when you’re my coach.. my loss is your loss- shit!”
The tip of his cock hits your cervix as you clench around him, causing him to briefly lose his train of thought. He finds it quicker than you thought he would, though.
“So that means that you’re a loser too, aren’t you?” he spits out with gritted teeth, leaning down close to your face and looking deep into your eyes. You compulsively whimper and buck your hips up to meet his.
“Use your words, baby,” he mocks you from earlier, anger laced potently in his command.
He knows that you can’t talk coherently right now, and it’s not his hand that’s stopping you. He knows damn well that if he removed his hand from your mouth, you’d still be a slurring mess of moans and pleas for more beneath him. His cock was fucking you so well, and it was hitting all of the right places at all of the right times. You weren’t sure you were going to last much longer, and neither was he to be honest..
Before, he was in the mindset of a defeated, washed-up tennis champ, but now he was taking on the same persona that he did when he was in his prime. When he won back-to-back matches. He was a fucking beast.
“Mmmph-! Mm-!” your moans rolled around in your chest and were muffled by Art’s large palm as he continued to fuck mercilessly into you. You felt the cord in your gut being pulled taut.. ready to snap at any moment..
Suddenly, he pulls his hand from your mouth and groans, bringing it up to his mouth as he licks depravedly at your drool left behind on his skin. You whimper at the sight, and he follows it up with a similar vocalization before speaking down to you.
“You taste so good, baby, fuck fuck...” he pants, the movements of his hips becoming sloppier by the second.
he places his wet palm down across the center of your collarbones, and you groan lowly at the feeling, before you take his wrist and manually move his hand up to the base of your throat.
“please,” you whimpered.
and he readily obliged.
Art squeezes gently at the sides of your throat, stifling the blood flow to your brain and initiating the spread of a pleasant fuzziness throughout your body and head that made your impending orgasm feel that-much-more intense.
“you like that? you like when i choke you, baby..?” he moans, clearly enjoying the switch in dynamic as much as you were.
you nod immediately, trying to take in more oxygen as his fingers pressed deliberately against your pulse. then, he released you from his grasp like a lion drops a gazelle from its mouth before feasting upon it.
you take a huge, broken breath into your lungs before everything begins to feel like it’s getting too much .. everything feels too good right now..
“Honeyimgonna-mffphh!-imgonnacumpleaseohmygod” you couldn’t stop the slurry of nonsensical pleas and whines as you felt your orgasm getting ready to wash over you.
“I’m gonna give it to you so good.. i wanna fill you up.. you’d be nowhere without me, let’s face it.. if i didn’t win any matches we’d have no income.. so i’m not a goddamn loser.. i’m not.. i’m.. i..”
Art was becoming more and more incomprehensible the closer he got, and then he felt everything crash down around him once your orgasm started to rip through you and pulse around him.
“OH GOD! HOLY SH- OH FFFUCK! I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!” he shouts, unable to hold anything back as he fills you up again.
You feel the warmth and tingly pressure of his release spread throughout your cunt as you cum on his throbbing cock, your eyes rolling as your head tips back against the bed. You whimper and groan as you take in the feeling of your second orgasm of the night, and relish in the heat and aftermath of your partner’s third one.
After you both come down slightly from your highs, Art collapses in a sticky, sweaty mess on top of you as his chest heaves against yours. You close your eyes, smiling, as your hands move to rub lovingly at his lower back. As his head rests heavily in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, he slowly pulls his hips back and you whimper as the feeling of emptiness starts to rush through you in the absence of his length.
You could feel his cum oozing down your pussy, and you laughed softly at the sudden realization of the reality of your situation.
“You know,” you huffed, still trying to catch your breath, “i think you just came inside of me.”
he laughs.
“i don’t think i could have stopped that from happening..” he smirks, rubbing his soft but sensitive cockhead against the inner part of your right thigh.
“right, right.. all i’m saying is that you better not get me pregnant. you’re already a handful as it is.”
“You love it,” he whispers, picking up his head slightly to bite at your neck.
“Whatever you say, loser.”
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guys, this took so long to finally finish up and that’s on me lmaoo
writer’s block had me in a firm chokehold n i didn’t like it
i feel like i ended this fic a bit quickly, but i think that can mostly be chalked up to sleep deprivation.
anyways, hope this quenched ur mike faist thirst for the moment, but i have more ideas that i want to write about asap.. so there’s definitely some more hot stuff coming soon hehe
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I Fall In Love Too Fast - Part One
I’ve been wanting to get back into writing and I’ve been working on this Mike Faist fic for ages and it’s not finished yet, but I’ve decided to post what I’ve got so far because who knows when I will actually finish it. Feel free to leave feedback!
A couple of things - the “I love The Smiths” thing is not a 500 Days of Summer reference, just an annoying coincidence because I read an interview that said Mike listens to The Smiths haha. And the title is from a Chet Baker song which is another artist he listens to (according to this interview).
Enjoy!
Emily Dunberry knew she wasn't anything special. The middle of three daughters, she wasn't stunningly beautiful and charismatic like her older sister or hilarious and freakishly smart like her younger one. You'd never see a hair stylist replicating the plain brown of the locks that were most often in a messy bun atop her head, and she'd inherited her father's build in that she was rake thin with absolutely no curves anywhere. Even her height was exactly average, at 5 foot 4 inches.
It wasn't that she was ugly. She was just plain. Unremarkable. Forgettable.
She was creative though. Good at art. She'd topped all the visual arts classes at school and even as a sophomore was the best at doing makeup for the drama club's productions. No one was surprised when she pursued a career as a theatrical makeup artist. She was good at it too. By 27 she had a variety of jobs from film and TV under her belt.
That was how she met Mike.
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Emily couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she looked around, taking in the enormity of what was happening. She'd worked a lot of cool jobs, but this one would have to be the best so far: Steven Spielberg's West Side Story. Her favourite musical of all time, with the best in the biz at the helm. She could hardly believe she was actually here.
It was early, and the sun had barely broken the horizon, and though she'd hardly slept the night before due to a mixture of excitement and nerves, the adrenalin pumping through her veins meant she wasn't sleepy. Her long brown hair was in its usual messy bun and her brush belt was secured around her waist.
One of the other artists nudged Emily as the door to the makeup trailer opened.
"Here we go".
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It was only mid-morning, but it was warm in New York City in June. Mike Faist breathed a small sigh of relief at the feeling of air conditioning on his skin as he entered the makeup trailer. A PA ushered him towards the end to the vacant chair. He sat down, catching his reflection in the mirror as he did so. He was dressed in dark jeans and a blue striped t-shirt. There was a rosary around his neck and a silver bracelet on his wrist. He made eye contact with himself in the mirror and began his process of transforming himself from Mike, friendly neighbourhood working actor, into Riff, angry and reckless leader of the Jets.
Someone spoke to him and he jumped, having barely noticed when one of the MUAs had appeared in front of him.
"Sorry," the young woman said with a chuckle. Mike returned her smile.
"No, that's okay. Sorry - I was just... getting myself in the headspace, you know?" He spoke with an accent that wasn't his natural mid-western one but that of a boy from NYC in the 50s. He'd been doing it for weeks now and it came naturally, as if he'd been speaking in it his whole life.
"Oh yeah, for sure, don't let me interrupt. Sorry," she responded, looking at the laminated card in front of her with sketches and instructions about what makeup was required for this actor. Mike Faist, Riff.
"Do you two realise there's been three sorrys between you in the last 12 seconds?" One of the hair stylists remarked with amusement as she rubbed some gel between her palms and started working on Mike's hair.
He and the young woman exchanged a smile in the mirror.
"Do your thing," she said, picking up a make-up sponge and spraying something into it. "And I'll be quiet and do mine".
Mike laughed. "Okay, deal".
Emily dabbed at Mike's face softly with a sponge. There were no fights or hijinx in the scene they were shooting today so there was only minimal makeup required. She carefully applied his tattoos, and pretended not to notice the way his muscles rippled under her hands.
"Okay," she said softly, turning from the table and bending slightly. “Just tilt your face up for a minute, I need to do your scar". The character of Riff had a small scar under one of his eyes, presumably from a past rumble. She picked up a small angled brush and began painting, furrowing her brow.
“You’ll hurt yourself, concentrating that hard”.
Mike’s voice snapped her out of her focus haze. He’d only spoken softly, but her face was so close to hers that it didn’t matter, and while she didn’t reply, she did smile and shift her gaze slightly, so that she’d made eye contact with him.
Mike’s eyes, icy blue with a patch of brown in one thanks to heterochromia, locked with Emily’s emerald green ones, and for a moment everything went very, very quiet.
Emily's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would rip out of her chest. Her breath caught in her throat and she broke the gaze, shifting her focus back to what she was doing.
"Okay," she said, putting down the setting spray she'd just used and standing back. "You're all done. Go make trouble for the PRs".
Mike laughed, and made a show of admiring her handy work in the mirror. "Well I look stunning, so thank you for your hard work..." he trailed off.
"Emily".
"Emily. Thank you".
"No problem. Good luck for your scene".
He gave her another smile as he exited the makeup trailer. Emily breathed out heavily, exhausted, and leaned back against the table. It was quieter in the trailer now; everyone had been makeup and sent to set so the only people who remained were crew members sipping from cups of water and checking their phones.
Sarah, a hair stylist who Emily had worked together before and was friendly with, elbowed her softly with a smirk.
“What?” Emily asked, though she had a feeling she knew what Sarah was going to say. She was cheeky, that’s for sure.
“That Mike Faist is cute, huh? I bet it’ll be a real chore having him in your chair every day”.
Emily rolled her eyes, the memory of their moment shared causing her heart to speed up again. She felt a blush creep across her face. She shook her head at her friend. "Come on, let's go check out craft services while there's still time".
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It was hot. So hot that you could see the heat waves reverberating above the pavement as the sun beat down on it. Emily watched Mr Spielberg blocking out the scene and wondered how the bottoms of his shoes weren't melting.
They were shooting the prologue today. From her spot under the shade cloths with the rest of today's on set crew, she watched in awe as the Jets spun and leaped, making each movement seem effortless. Emily couldn't dance to save her life.
Each time cut was called, she and the other MUAs rushed in for sweaty touch ups.
"How's it looking?" Mike asked as Emily dabbed at his face. He was in her chair most days and they'd developed something of a friendship. Sarah liked to tease that he did that on purpose but really it was for continuity.
"Amazing," Emily gushed. "Its insane how you can move your body like that".
"Oh, so you were looking at my body then?" Mike quipped with a cheeky grin.
Emily felt her cheeks turn red. “N-no, I just meant...you know, the way you all dance is amazing...” She trailed off, hoping he hadn’t noticed the way her face was burning, or at least that he’d assume it was from the soaring temperature.
Mike winked at her playfully before jogging back to the Jets. Okay, so she had a little crush. It was hard not to, when he was so friendly and sweet every time she saw him. And, he was cute. That was definitely a contributing factor.
It didn't have to mean anything. She'd be on this job for a few months and then she'd probably never cross his path again and her crush on him would fade. And even if it didn't, who cares? He was Mike Faist, Tony nominee. She was... It didn't matter.
She would just enjoy her time, appreciate the work, and move on when it was over.
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A few weeks later, Emily found herself alone in the makeup trailer. It had been a shorter day of filming that day and there were few people who hadn't left to go enjoy the summer sun. Emily had stayed back, tidying up her area and cleaning her brushes and sponges. She didn't have anywhere to be and she was in no rush to leave. Her two roommates with whom she shared a tiny apartment on the lower east side wouldn't be home for hours. Her family didn't live in New York and she didn't have any pets. Anyway, she enjoyed the quiet and the time to herself.
She carefully laid out the last of her clean brushes to dry and picked up her bag, sliding on her sunglasses as she stepped out of the air conditioned trailer. She was so lost in her own thoughts, debating whether she should walk home through Central Park or get the subway because it was really just so hot outside, that she didn't notice she was walking into someone until she'd already done it.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she apologised in a hurry, taking one of her ear buds out. It was Mike. Of course it was.
He shook his head dramatically. "Jeez, Dunberry, watch where you're going!" But he said it all with a smile. She didn't know how he knew her last name, but it made her feel some kind of way that he did.
"My sincere apologies. I hope I haven't caused you any injuries, Steven would have my head". Mike pretended to check himself over.
"I think you're okay. This time". He shot her a grin and gestured towards his ear. "What are you listening to?"
"The Smiths" she replied, pausing the music and taking the other bud out so as to not be rude. She loved The Smiths.
"I love The Smiths", Mike said. "You heading off?"
"Yeah, all done for the day. You?" The began walking together off the lot.
"Yeah, I was just getting some practice in. I really need to nail the gym scene”.
“Oh yeah, like you don’t nail every scene”. She spoke without even thinking about what she was saying, and she wished she could pluck the words from the air and shove them back into her mouth before he heard them.
Mike smiled, and gave a small shrug. “This production, you know, it’s amazing, but it’s... hard work”. They were walking down the street now, as if they’d both decided that wherever they were going, they were going together. “I mean, it’s West Side, you know? And Justin’s choreography... and the other guys. It’s lucky I got Riff, coz I’m not good enough for anything else”.
“Not good enough?! Mike, you were in Newsies”.
“Yeah, pushing sets around,” he mumbled quietly. An awkward silence hung in the air.
Since production started, a storm cloud of imposter syndrome had hung over Mike. He hadn’t danced in over ten years ago, not properly, and never at the level that the other boys in the Jets - and the Sharks- could. Everyone always reminded him that he was in Newsies and therefore he must be able to dance but he didn’t see it that way - all that did was increase the amount of pressure he felt to be good enough. He was so happy to be part of this film, don’t get it twisted. But it was hard work and he was grateful every day that Justin Peck was patient enough for him to get up to snuff.
“I’m sorry if I...” Emily stammered, worried that she’d clearly struck some kind of nerve. “I didn’t mean to- I was just...”
“It’s okay, you didn’t,” Mike replied, the smile returning to his face. They’d stopped walking by now, and he placed his hand lightly on her arm. Emily looked down at it, her breath catching and her heart flip-flopping in her chest.
“You’re just really good at what you do, Mike. I hope you know that”, she said quietly, looking back up at him.
“So are you, Emily. I hope you know that”. Mike motioned towards the building they were stopped in front of, which was a bar. “This is me. You want a drink?”
She did. It was a thousand degrees out, and the thought of a cold beer was inviting. More importantly, was he asking to buy her a drink? Was Mike Faist... asking her out?
Before she’d had a chance to respond, she heard a familiar voice greet Mike from behind her. She turned as his gaze moved to over her left shoulder.
“Hey, Paloma,” she said, hoping that the actress playing Graziella would recognise her outside of the make-up trailer and she hadn’t just embarrassed herself. Paloma Garcia-Lee was intimidating - her beauty, her confidence, her talent. You couldn’t hate her for any of it either because she was so, so nice.
“Hi, Emily!” Paloma replied. She stood next to Mike, wrapping her arm around his. Grazi is Riff’s girlfriend, and seeing them together like this made Emily wonder if their onscreen relationship had developed into an offscreen one. “Are you joining us?”
“Oh, no,” Emily shook her head. God, she was so stupid. Of course Mike wasn’t asking her out. Why would he? Why would anyone? “Thank you, for the offer, but I have plans already. Have fun!” She plastered on her best smile and gave a little wave. “See you in the trailer!”
And then she went home to her empty apartment, had a bowl of cereal for dinner, and went to bed.
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Fearless Masterlist
Pairing: Dodge Mason x Female OC
Summary: Josie grew up in Carp, Texas. She knows everything that is to know about this town. So it becomes evident that she knows about Panic. She was dead set on winning, and no one was going to stand in her way, that was until she met Dodge Mason. The guy who stirred just as much mystery as the game's secrets begins to unravel.
Warnings: Minor Explicit Language, Violence, Injuries, Mention of Death, Abandonment, Fire & Explosion, Substance Abuse, Shooting
Disclaimer
I do not own the series of Panic or the characters. This is a slight AU of Season 1.
C H A P T E R S:
I. PANIC
II. HEIGHTS
III. TRAPS
IV. ESCAPE
V. PHANTOMS
VI. VISIONS
VII. DEAD-END
VIII. SENSORY
IX. OUTSIDERS
X. TRUST
XI. CAUTION
XII. TENSE
*new* XIII. RETURNS
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Day 27 of Kinktober: Sneaking Around With Riff
pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader
warning: dirty talk, eating out, getting caught, unprotected sex, violence
Y/N’s POV
Riff and I have been sneaking around for quite sometime but the Jets have been getting suspicious lately of Riff coming to their meetings late or him not showing up when Riff is needed when the Sharks are around the Jets.
I invited Riff to come to a spot that no one knows except for him and I but I want to do something different. When Riff found me, I was sitting on a crate naked with my legs spread out, I can tell he wanted me so bad but he just stood there staring.
“What’s the matter Riff, I don’t bite.” I said in a sweet voice he’s heard before.
“I wish we were married so I can this all the time.” He says approaching me.
“You know that my dad thinks you’re dangerous.” I said wrapping my legs around Riff’s waist.
“And the Jets don’t know about us.” He whispers in my ear.
“But that’s the fun part of it.” I whisper. “You can have me whatever you want, and you can always come to me when you’re having a rough day because I love it when you get rough.” I whisper again while trailing my finger on his body.
“Why’s that doll?” He said making us do nose to nose.
“The way you fuck me, you just go in and out, making me beg but you want to keep going and making me scream and moan until I cum, and then you take control on eating me out. But the way you fuck me, it’s different than you normally do, harder and rougher than usual.” I whisper in his ear.
“Where do you want to go hide and maybe, I can be rough with you.” He smirks.
“Wherever you want to hide.” I say.
Riff looks around and takes us to a different spot then where we not normally go to.
“This is different.” I say when Riff sets me down on a bench in a fort.
“Just want to make my baby feel good.” Riff says going down where my pussy is at.
I feel his tongue inside me, I gasp for a second, I tug on his hair which made him grab my legs so I couldn’t move them.
“I’m about to cum.” I moan.
He moans into me which made me moan again, fuck I need him inside me.
“Riff.” I make him look at me by tugging his head up to look at me. “Just fuck me.” I say.
He smirks and takes his pants off including his boxers off, he so huge. I lean towards him to make him be on top of me so we can make out. He positions himself so can fuck me. He goes in and out of me and I scream and starts to scratch his back, I can tell the Jets are going to make fun of him.
He keeps on fucking me until we hear the cat whistle. Riff and I look where the whistle came from and it’s the Jets, fuck! They found us.
“Well, well, well boys, look what we have here, our leader with a whore.” Joyboy says.
Riff covers me and himself up, but he tries to keep me behind him.
“So this is where you’ve been going to Riff isn’t?” Tiger says approaching us.
“Yeah, what about it?” Riff says.
I get scared so I hold on to Riff’s arm.
“Look boys, the whore is scared.” Joyboy says. The Jets chuckle.
“If you get near her I swear to god I’ll kill you.” Riff says.
“You’re defending the whore but you couldn’t be at the fights with the Sharks.” Mouthface confronts Riff.
“Stop calling me that.” I said.
“The whore speaks, did you blow hi-“ Riff slaps Tiger’s face.
“You son of a-“ Tiger and Riff begins to fight.
I try to hide but one of the Jets tries to grab me but Riff notices so he protects me from them. I find a knife so I hold it to in front of Balkan, Riff takes the knife out of my hand, Balkan looks smug and looks at the rest of the Jets and Riff ends the fight by punching Balkan in the face.
When the Jets leaves, Riff checks my body if there are any scars on my body. I check on his wounds, I help him sit down.
“Thank you for protecting me.” I smile.
“Anything for my girl, can you patch me up? I’ll try to patch you up as well.” Riff says.
I giggle, I try to find something to cover his wounds, I found an old t-shirt and I rip it apart so I can wrap the fabric around Riff’s wounds.
“You’re not a whore, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says holding still for me.
“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too.” I say wrapping some fabric around one of his wounds.
I give a look, I lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back. Sneaking around with Riff has been really fun but terrifying because of the Jets finding out about us but Riff protected me through all of this mess, and Riff knows what he’s doing when he’s in control.
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Hi! You’re such a fantastic writer!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where Riff survives the rumble, but needs medical attention and the reader is there to comfort him. (If it’s not too much to ask) Thank you!
thank you! i appreciate it so much ❤️ i love writing for my boy riff
fem reader x riff
warnings: injury, talk of wanting to die/death, weapons
Death Wish
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“happy rumble day, Y/N,” riff said excitedly as he came out of Y/N’s small bedroom and into the kitchen where Y/N was preparing breakfast in the middle of the afternoon.
“you know i’m not a fan of this, riff.”
she kept her back to him, and he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around the tops of her shoulders.
Y/N was the complete opposite of riff. she wasn’t even sure how she fell in love with him in the first place. they had opposing views, as she was constantly promoting peace between the two gangs in the city. but, they did have something in common. Y/N was outspoken, and brave, and stood up for herself. she was a good girl who liked bad guys, because bad guys brought out a fiery personality in her. and riff fit that definition perfectly.
riff squeezed Y/N’s body a little tighter. “come on girly, you know me. i’m going to be safe. those sharks can’t lay a finger on me,” he said quietly, kissing the back of her head before stepping away.
“i know you, you can hold your own. that’s not what i’m against. i don’t like the idea of this rumble in general,” she stated.
riff’s calm demeanor was growing into an impatient one. “it’s necessary. this is our turf, and no one gets to come into this city and steal what we worked so hard to build.”
Y/N noticed a complete switch in his tone. he went from being sweet to being sharp all in a matter of seconds. she turned around to find riff’s cold eyes fixated on her own.
she walked closer to him, and he looked down at her. “the sharks can’t steal land that was already previously stolen.”
riff frowned, his accent getting thicker with every word. “we were here first.”
“were you?” Y/N replied sassily.
riff’s playful side smile came back once more. “why are we arguing? i love you, and you love me, and you’re making me breakfast,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/N couldn’t help but fall into his trance. “we can agree to disagree.”
she rolled her eyes. “fine. that’s not going to stop me from trying to prevent this though.”
“i know it won’t.”
Y/N went back to her spot at the stove and continued to cook the meal. she finished it up, and split it into two for both her and riff. they sat down together at the small table, awkward silence thick between them.
“what time do you have to go tonight?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“it starts at midnight in the salt shed,” he replied.
“are you worried?” Y/N questioned quietly.
riff shook his head. “no. the sharks can’t do anything to me and my boys. we have the upper hand.”
she knew it was better to stay quiet than fight riff again, so she silently nodded her head and continued to eat. eventually, they finished eating and they cleaned up their messes.
“i’m going to go out, gotta see my boys before the big night,” riff said, smiling to himself. he stepped closer to her. “i’ll see you tonight, right?”
Y/N nodded. “yeah, i’ll meet you before you go to the shed,” she said back, her voice almost monotone.
riff rested his hands on her hips. “good,” he replied before placing a loving kiss on her lips. “see you later.”
he excitedly ran out the door, and Y/N watched as her one love walked out of her apartment to go make the most stupid decision he’s made yet. which, considering the amount of dumb decisions he’s made, truly says something.
she didn’t have the greatest feeling about tonight. maybe that was just because she was prone to excessive worrying. regardless, something didn’t feel right about what riff was doing. she tried her hardest to ignore the gut feeling that was making it’s presence known.
Y/N tried to keep herself occupied for the rest of the afternoon. her anxious thoughts kept her from going anywhere, so she decided to release her crowded thoughts into deep cleaning the entire apartment. it was long overdue, and she figured keeping busy would help calm her racing mind. by the time she had completed her task, it was nearing six o’clock. she decided to go out and meet riff at his jets group spot in the city.
she took a walk in the cool summer air as the sun began to fall behind the skyline. she arrived at the spot, and her quiet footsteps alerted baby john.
“riff, you’ve got a visitor,” he stated, causing the rest of the jets to flick their eyes to whoever it may be.
riff rounded a corner, and Y/N took notice of his appearance. he looked like he was ready for war in his vest covering his cream colored shirt, and his icy eyes widened when he saw her. she wondered why riff was so surprised, until she glanced down and saw a gun in his hand. he quickly slid his hand behind his back to hide it.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked almost frantically, stepping closer to her. every few steps he made, she would take a step back.
“riff, why the hell do you have a gun?” she asked, her voice cracking. “what do you think you’re going to do with it?”
“it’s just a precaution, darling,” he reassured, trying to calm her down. she shook her head. “the sharks are bringing heat, so i gotta bring heat.”
“oh yeah? and what happens if you get hurt? you and your boys are going to shoot them? what if they take your gun and shoot you?”
“that’s not going to happen, Y/N, i know what i’m doing,” riff said back, dropping the gun and finally approaching Y/N. he held her shoulders tightly.
“please riff, don’t do this,” she said in response, her eyes brimming with tears.
riff sighed. he considered it, but eventually removed his hands. “i’m going to bring it, but i won’t use it. okay?”
Y/N wasn’t happy with that either, but she nodded nonetheless. she felt a little bit better knowing riff wouldn’t be using it.
riff kissed her forehead. “the boys and i are goin’ out soon. i’ll see you when the rumble is over, yeah?”
“yeah. i love you,” she said quietly, resting her head on riff’s chest. his calm heartbeat immediately relaxed her. he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“i love you too, girly. it’ll be over before we know it.”
Y/N left, not sure what to do with herself in the meantime. she decided that since she wanted to be awake when riff came home, she would take a short nap back at her apartment. she walked home without a sound, and immediately went to her bedroom and went to sleep.
before she knew it, her body shot up out of bed and she checked the clock on the wall, which read 11:30. she paced around the room a little bit, and came to the conclusion that she couldn’t wait at the apartment for riff to come home; she had to see him.
Y/N threw on a sweater and hurriedly walked out the door, running down the streets to the salt shed. she kept a close eye on her watch, knowing that the rumble would start at midnight.
as she approached the shed, she heard the familiar sounds of footsteps down the pavement, and she spun around a building to hide from the jets. she held her breath as she watched the boys prepare for war and wait outside the shed. riff didn’t look like the sweet boy she knew and loved, he seemed almost animalistic.
then, right as her watch showed her that it was midnight, the boys walked in, and she knew the sharks had arrived. Y/N made her way closer to the shed when she knew the coast was clear, but on her way, a figure ran past her vision.
she tilted her head, and ran closer. that’s when she saw anybodys trying to get into the shed.
“anybodys!” she whisper yelled, catching their attention.
“Y/N, what are you doin’ here?” anybodys asked, catching the closing shed door.
Y/N ran up to the door. “i’m here for riff.”
Y/N always liked anybodys. she knew riff and the rest of the jets wouldn’t let anybodys in the gang, and quite frankly, they treated him like garbage. if Y/N caught this behavior, she would try her best to put a stop to it. anybodys was a great friend to her.
“it ain’t safe for you here!” anybodys whisper yelled back.
“i gotta be here, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i wasn’t.”
anybodys finally gave in, and together they slid under the door and gently closed it, hiding together behind a pile of salt. not long later, the door began to make noises from the outside, as if someone was trying to get in.
Y/N and anybodys sunk further down, until tony and chino slid their way under the door as well. she knew tony didn’t want the rumble to happen just as much as she did.
her eyes then stayed fixated on riff. Y/N could see from a mile away the reckless abandonment that was ever present in riff’s demeanor. he was prepared for anything.
“why are they talking so much?” Y/N asked to herself quietly. then, she watched as riff slid tony his gun. at least he was keeping his word.
they all talked more and more, and tony shared some words with bernardo. she couldn’t make out what was being said.
then, bernardo sent a punch to tony. Y/N gasped, and covered her mouth. tony didn’t fight back. bernardo flung his fists repeatedly at tony as the sharks and jets simultaneously yelled.
tony quietly said something to bernardo, and a full out brawl started between the boys.
“i can’t watch,” Y/N whispered, not being able to pry her eyes off the sight in front of her.
tony pinned bernardo and sent punches as the boys roared. then, as bernardo was nearing a blackout, he stopped. Y/N knew tony didn’t want to fight. he stood up and saw the outcome of what he was doing.
Y/N looked away for a split second, and when she turned around, bernardo and riff had knives in their hands and were eyeing each other.
“oh dear god,” she whispered. her face went pale as she watched riff.
she could tell riff didn’t want to do this anymore. there was fear in his eyes that wasn’t there before. bernardo and riff were afraid of each other.
they swung around the knives like it was choreographed. tony caught riff, leaving his back open for attack from bernardo. Y/N felt like yelling to tony to let him go. riff struggled to get out of his grasp.
then, he freed himself and turned around right into bernardo’s knife, which impaled him in his upper leg.
Y/N screamed. she didn’t care if she was caught at this point. she heard anybodys exclaim her name, but her world went silent. she came out behind the salt pile when she saw riff fall to the ground. tony took the knife and in return stabbed bernardo.
Y/N gasped again and took a step back. the room froze, confused as to what had happened. in a matter of seconds, two rival gang leaders lay injured on the ground, one being sprawled out dead.
Y/N ran into the action, and her footsteps alerted the group. their shock didn’t last long, for red and blue lights began to shine in through the windows.
the boys scattered, and tony backed away slowly, realizing what he had done.
“Y/N! tony! we have to go, now!” anybodys yelled trying to stop Y/N.
she ran to riff’s side and bent down next to him. he was still alive, but losing a lot of blood.
“Y/N… w-why are you here?” riff asked quietly.
“don’t talk about me, i’m here to help you, okay? we’re going to get you out of here.” she rested her hand on his cheek, and riff gently held her wrist.
“i can’t walk. you can’t get me out of here yourself. besides…” he took a deep breath in. “you’ve got company coming. you need to go now, Y/N.”
she began to cry. “i’m not leaving you riff,” she looked up to see anybodys ushering tony out.
“anybodys, tony! help me get riff out of here!”
tony left, and anybodys hesitated before running to riff’s side to help Y/N.
“Y/N, don’t do this. you’ll be caught,” he said again.
“you’re an idiot if you think i’m going to leave you here to die,” she fired back. she took off her socks and quickly tied them into a makeshift tourniquet to wrap around his leg. the pair stood him up on his good leg and he wrapped his arms around Y/N and anybodys’ shoulders, and together they hobbled out of the shed just in the nick of time.
anybodys and Y/N guided him into an alley not far from the shed, but far enough to stay out of the eyes of the police. they laid him down against the wall as he faded in and out of consciousness. “stay with me riff, please!” Y/N said as anybodys sent her a look. “thank you anybodys, i owe you one. i can take it from here,” she said hurriedly. anybodys nodded before running off to find tony.
“i’m going to fix you up, okay?” she told him frantically. luckily, she brought her purse which contained gauze, alcohol, and tape.
“y-you’re not a nurse,” riff said quietly.
“i know i’m not, but i’m not going to leave you alone to die. i can’t.”
she used the tourniquet around his leg to dab up the blood after untying it, and then she took the alcohol out of her purse and poured it over the wound. riff grimaced and squeezed Y/N’s arm tight.
she finished it off by wrapping it in gauze tightly and taping it down. “this won’t last you long, you need stitches.”
“we gotta wait until the heat dies down, Y/N. they’ll know this is from the rumble,” he pleaded.
“riff, we can’t wait any longer. that gauze can only hold you off for so long. i know the people that work the emergency room, they know i don’t get involved with the rumbles. it wouldn’t make sense for me to even be at the rumble. trust me, i know what i’m doing. they won’t know a thing.”
riff rolled his eyes, complying with the plan. Y/N helped him stand, and they hobbled a few blocks away to the nearest emergency room.
they walked in, and immediately the nurses took action. they took riff back and got to work on fixing his wound. Y/N knew them, for her mom actually used to work with these ladies in the same emergency room.
“how did this happen?” one of them asked, writing on a clipboard. riff looked to Y/N for an answer.
“um…he was getting ready for the big rumble tonight. when him and one of his gang members were practicing, he accidentally jabbed him in the leg before the rumble even began,” Y/N said, hoping the excuse was good enough. “riff just now decided to tell me.”
“he wasn’t at the rumble?” the nurse asked. Y/N shook her head.
“looks like your buddy got you pretty deep there. Y/N did everything right though to take care of you,” one said to riff, peeling away the soaked gauze to unveil the wound.
“we’re going to go get the equipment we need to fix him up,” another said before all of them piled out of the room.
“i don’t want to get stitches,” riff said as Y/N pulled over a seat next to him.
“you would have died, riff. it’s kind of a miracle you’re still here. the stitches are going to save your life.”
“what if i didn’t want to be saved?” riff said loudly, causing Y/N to be taken aback.
“what?” she questioned.
riff avoided eye contact. “why do you think i wanted you to leave me there? my death wish was obvious to everyone but you, Y/N. i kept it from you because of this exact reason. i always knew the outcome of today, i was supposed to die.”
tears formed in Y/N’s eyes. “riff, i-”
“what do i have to live for? tony’s no longer a jet, i’m losin’ my territory, you deserve better than me, so what do i have?”
Y/N took riff’s hand. “you have me. i don’t need anything better.”
riff finally made eye contact with her. he squeezed her hand back, and tears formed in his eyes as well. “you’ve been there for me more than anyone else, and here i am treatin’ you like shit.”
“i don’t care, riff. i’ll always love you regardless of anything. i love you more than you’ll ever know. i couldn’t bear to lose you today.”
riff smiled and rested his hand on Y/N’s cheek. “i don’t deserve you.”
the nurses came back in and gave him pain medications while also numbing the area around and in his wound to prepare to stitch it up.
“i’m scared, Y/N,” he said quietly. she went to the free side of the bed and took his hand.
the nurses quickly stitched him up, and riff pressed his eyes closed the entire time. he held on to Y/N’s hand tightly.
“all done!” the nurse said, stepping away from the bed. “we’ll keep you here for a while longer to monitor you and make sure everything is okay, but you should be able to leave later tonight.”
they thanked the nurses and Y/N and riff were left alone again.
“thank you for not giving up on me,” riff said, admiration in his eyes.
“i would never.”
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requests: hi can you plz write a fic about riff being jealous bc he finds out reader had a tiny crush on tony before him?? thanks
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Hiiii!! I loved your Riff x reader story and I was just wondering if you could write another one pleaseeeeee <3
word count: 0.5k
a/n: this took me forever to write and i am SO SORRY. it's also not as long as i'd like it to be, but thank you for the requests anyways! i combined them both, hopefully it's good enough?? i'm so sorry lol. also, you didn't specify the readers gender, so i made them gender neutral. hope that's fine!
pairings: riff lorton x gn!reader
warnings: kissing i guess, mostly fluff
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not, I swear!” You laughed, a little because you were tipsy, but mostly at the incredulous look on Riff’s face.
“Tony?” His eyebrows alternated between shooting high and furrowing, unable to process the fact that you, his partner, used to have a crush on his best mate. “What? Why? When?”
“Uh, I think it was when he used to work at Doc’s? I had popped in just to buy some medicine, but what can I say? Have you seen that man’s smile?” You rambled, oblivious to the deepening scowl on Riff’s face.
“And that hair, he could be starring in freaking shampoo commercials with those locks. Not to mention,” you went on, well past drunk now, “His face looks like it’s been sculpted by the gods.”
“Right,” Riff said sourly, causing your head to snap towards him at the change in his tone, but you were still unable to place the emotion on his face- was it anger? Jealousy? Deciding to find out, you put your drink down on a table to the side of the couch, scooting over closer to him and squinting your eyes to scrutinise his expression.
He simply scoffed, taking your actions as a way of making a move on him, and turned his head away, tilting his chin up to take a large swallow of his drink. Definitely jealous, you thought to yourself, noticing the way his jaw had tightened over the course of your conversation, the way his hand tightened on the cool glass bottle, God, you’re hot when you’re jealous. You realised too late that you had vocalised your last thought out loud.
Riff sputtered on his swallow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to look at you with wide eyes, “I’m not jealous!”
You just giggled at his blatant lie, leaning up slightly to place a series of gentle kisses on his tense jaw, loving the way he immediately relaxed to your touch, the goosebumps you could feel forming against your cheeks as you peppered fluttery kisses on his skin. “Sure you aren’t, Lorton,” you said, words muffled into his body.
“I’m not,” he said, but with a lot less conviction as he sighed, leaning in closer to you. You pulled away from your soft assault on his skin, your hands coming up to gently sweep across his exposed collarbone, finding their way to the hair on the nape of his neck, turning him so he could meet your eyes again.
“Well,” you said slowly, “In that case, wanna know what I thought Tony’s best feature was?”
His shoulders slumped visibly and his eyes looked defeated, but he nodded yes anyways. “Go on.”
He let out a sharp gasp as you suddenly swung one of your legs over his thighs, straddling him, your hands moving to grab the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer to you.
“His best friend,” you whispered, closing the distance between you.
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When We're Alone
A/N: 18+ Smut based on request
"Riff smut plz!!! (Maybe the reader being one of the Jets little sister)"
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I arrived at my building and immediately recognized the sound of The Jets. As I climbed the stairs to my apartment, their hollering became louder and I groaned in frustration. Diesel told me he was working at the auto shop late tonight, why are they here? I open the door, slowly looking around, my eyes land on a small group of rowdy boys standing around my kitchen table. When I walk closer, silence fills the room as they turn to stare at me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask pointedly, looking from one to the other before looking at Riff, their leader. He’s sitting at the table, casually with his legs propped on the chair next to him and a tooth pick in his mouth.
“We’re waitin’ on yer brother, girly,” He leans back further into the chair.
“Well, you’ll be waitin’ a while,” I say walking past them to the fridge, pulling out a jug of lemonade and pouring myself a glass. “He’s workin’ late,” I turn back to face the group, “There’s really no point in you all hangin’ round.” I mumbled the last part, hoping not to anger them.
Mouthpiece lets out a loud groan, “Yer kiddin.” He turns his attention to Riff, “Can we go now?” he sounded like a whining child.
“Yeah,” A-Rab shouted, “She said he’ll be late.” The boys started to get worked up again, all shouting over each other. I attempted to get them to quiet down, but of course, they ignored me. Until Riff stood up, silencing them all.
“Alright,” he spoke slowly, taking the toothpick out of his mouth. I watched as he locked eyes with Ice briefly before giving a nod. “Roll out, boys.”
I watched as they began to file out the door, running down the stairs, the yells starting to become distant. All of them, except Riff. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw he had returned to his earlier position at the table. A lump grew in my throat, as I felt his stare.
“Mind if I wait here?” His voice was much softer than when I had heard him speak earlier. Not knowing what to say, I nodded back quickly returning to my lemonade. “Sorry about them,” he gestured towards the door.
“It’s fine,” I sigh out, “I’m kind of used to it by now.” I rolled my eyes and he smiled back. He had a beautiful smile that lit up his face, he looked like he wouldn’t hurt a fly when he smiled but I know better than that. I realised I was staring and quickly shook myself out of the trance. I watched his smile turn into his signature smirk, as he stood up from the table slowly.
“When did Diesel say he’d be home?”
“He didn’t,” I croaked out. My eyes went big at the sound of my voice, I had really hoped I wouldn’t sound nervous. I coughed, pretending to clear my throat. “Just that it’ll be late.” I stood up a little straighter, trying to recover from my little hiccup.
“I see,” Riff slowly began to walk towards me. “So it’s just you and me tonight,” he spoke lowly and I felt his hand lightly brush against my waist before resting on my hip. “Hows about we have a little fun?” He looked down at me, mischief reflecting in his eyes and I watched as he lowered his gaze on my body.
I was used to this side of Riff, whenever we were alone he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Not that I mind at all, he’s gorgeous. We always had to be careful though, Diesel would kill me if he knew I was foolin’ around with one of the Jets, not to mention the leader. I looked Riff up and down, returning his smirk before turning away and walking towards my bedroom. He quickly followed me, closing the bedroom door behind himself.
“I don’t know how long we have,” I said while slowly unbuttoning the shirt I had on. He nods at my words, but he’s too distracted by my body.
“Better get started then girly girl,” he replies smugly. I take off my top, revealing a red bra and Riff groans to himself before closing the space between us. “You sure you weren’t expectin’ someone? You’re lookin’ real sexy.”
“This is nothin’,” I say gesturing to my bra, doing my best not to blush. “Besides The Jets always come on Fridays and yo-,” I realize what I said and freeze, stopping mid-sentence.
“Oh really?” Riff wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in even closer. He clearly caught what I said. “You mean to say, you get all dolled up for me?” His lips were on my neck in seconds, kissing and sucking lightly. I moaned quietly at the contact and I felt him smirk against my neck. “Jump,” he mumbled, as he moved his hands to my thighs. I did as he said and he caught me, wrapping my legs around his torso.
His lips now crashed onto my own in a wave of passion. I felt him walking me over to the bed before dropping me on it. His eyes, now dark and filled with lust, racked over my body. I felt his hands grip my skirt and rip it off in a matter of seconds, my panties were gone next. I propped myself up so I could see him better, his muscles glistened from sweat with each movement. I smirked to myself as I watched him frantically remove his clothes. His hands returned to my body, slowly making their way up my legs, I knew Riff was doing it on purpose.
“Riff,” I moaned, “stop teasing.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, in a playful manner. I watched as he slowly lowered his face to my pussy, maintaining eye contact with me.
I gasped as I felt his mouth leave kisses around my folds. His tongue moved expertly on my clit, rubbing small circles and earning a moan from me. A shiver ran through my body, feeling him suddenly blow onto the sensitive area. My hands grabbed his hair and he let out a grunt, burrowing his face into my pussy deeper. My legs began to shake as I got closer to my climax, I couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure.
“I’m so close, Riff,” I moan out and I feel him stop abruptly, pulling himself up to a standing position. I sat up, watching his every movement, mesmerized by his beauty.
“Not yet,” he said sternly, yanking off his boxers. His cock was already hard and looking at it made my mouth water. I instinctively licked my lips, looking up at him, waiting for approval. His smirk reappeared, “ya wanna suck me doll?” I nodded back in response. “How about ya suck me and then I pound that pretty little pussy?”
“Yes please,” I moan back in response. I grab his member by the base and slowly insert him into my mouth. He lets out a quiet moan as I take in his length, putting his hands in my hair. I feel him start to push my head further into his cock, making me gag slightly, the feeling making me wet. I let out a moan on his dick and I feel his grip on me tighten.
“Just like that,” He moaned, “be a little slut for me.” I moaned again at his words and hollowed out my mouth, starting to deep throat him faster. I moved my hand to his balls, massaging him lightly, earning another moan from Riff.
“That’s enough,” he practically growled and pulled me off of him, pushing me back onto the bed. He lined his cock up with my opening, thrusting deep into my pussy. I moaned as he quickened his pace, digging my nails into his back. My moans turned into screams moments later and I did my best to match his movements.
I could feel my orgasm nearing, and I threw my head back in pleasure, Riff’s name spilling from my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him impossibly closer to me. He leaned in, connecting our lips again sloppily. I bucked my hips into him, and he moaned into my mouth before lightly biting my lip. I came hard on his cock, a small scream of pleasure escaping my mouth. Quickening his pace, Riff quickly filled me with his cum before pulling out.
We stayed in bed for a moment before the sound of the door made us both jolt up. I started to fix myself, making it look like I was sleeping. Riff scrambled to his feet, putting his clothes on in record time before heading over to the window. He looked at me then back and the window, pausing briefly. Within seconds he was right in front of me, placing one last kiss hungrily on my lips and then dashing right back over. He sent me one last glance, giving me a wink then slipped down the fire escape.
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Hi Daniella!, Can I ask for a fem!reader for Conor Murphy, in which the reader has a big family with a couple of brothers and sisters (she is the oldest) and she wants to introduce Connor to them, but my poor Con is very insecure about it ?. If you don't fell like doing it is totally fine, take care ❤
Nela
open your eyes
pairing: connor murphy x fem!reader
summary: connor is finally comfortable to be himself in your relationship when you decide it’s time for him to meet your big family
warnings: slight angst, mentions of mental health struggles, bullying, and insecurity (because it’s Connor)
reader pronouns: she/her (by request)
word count: 1.8k
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Connor Murphy was in love with you. But then again, he’d never really had any other option. You weren’t the type to give up on anyone, and once you’d decided that you would be friends with Connor Murphy, well, the boy didn’t stand a chance.
He’d fallen for you slowly, ever careful with his fragile heart. Had done everything that he could to deter you. He’d put on a tough facade, determined to not fall for those doe eyes of yours, but his walls had started to crumble from the first moment he heard your sweet voice.
It had been your first day of school, a year ago or thereabouts, and he had been grabbing books out of his locker when he’d heard confident steps approaching him. He’d flinched, used to being grabbed and shoved against lockers, or shoved to the ground, books toppling around him. High schoolers were not kind. His nervous system relaxed, however, when he’d seen you looking up at him, shoulders back, with a determined smile on your face. “Hi, I’m new here and-”
“I can tell.”
“Oh! Right, sorry.” You smiled, shaking off his rude interruption. “I’m y/n, it’s my first day and I was wondering if you could tell me where room 416 is?”
He rolled his eyes, painful as it was to treat such adorableness with displeasure. Still, he couldn’t let anyone in. Not when he’d been hurt too many times before. “Look, what I mean is I can tell you’re new here because no one speaks to me unless they’re looking for trouble. But, if it gets you out of my hair, it’s down the hall, to your left, and then your third right. Got it?”
You nodded, smiling up at him as he turned back to his locker. “Thank you…uh…”
He sighed, closing his locker door and turning to you. “It’s Connor.”
“Oh, well thank you Connor, I-”
Your voice had paused as he turned and walked down the hallway in the opposite direction. That hadn’t stopped you though. “I hope you have a great day!”
It would take him months to tell you, but as he walked away from you that day, a small smile spread across his face at your kind words. He told himself not to think anything of it, but figured as he’d probably never see you again, he could allow himself to enjoy that small moment of kindness. It was a rare occurrence for him after all.
Until it wasn’t. A few days later, he was sitting alone in the cafeteria when a lunch tray appeared next to him. Again, he flinched at the sound of it hitting the table, used to being approached by bullies intending to threaten him or tease him about…existing…he figured. But again, he’d been surprised when those increasingly familiar doe eyes looked up at him. “Hi Connor, it’s uh, y/n? We met the other day. I just wanted to say thank you for helping me find my class. It’s nice to have a friend, this school is bigger than I imagined.”
He was flabbergasted. A beautiful girl kept approaching him, and had now decided that they were friends? After a miniscule interaction? He had to be dreaming. These kinds of things didn’t happen to guys like him. And yet there you were, awaiting his response patiently while he sat there like a moron staring blankly back at you. Nice one Connor. He laughed as he thought back to how awkward he’d been.
“People don’t usually sit with me.”
Somehow emboldened by his words, you shuffled closer. He felt his walls begin to crumble. “Well there’s always a first!”
He stared at you before coughing himself into action, he figured he should at least give talking to you a go. “How, uh- How was your first day anyway?”
Your mouth broke into a warm smile. Crumble. “It was alright, a bit lonely, people don’t seem to want to give new people a chance here, but-”
“Oh, they don’t give anyone that isn’t a part of their cliques a chance, don’t take it personally.”
“Thanks Connor,” Those doe eyes met his cautious irises. Crumble. “So how’s your day?”
He grimaced then, not used to people asking him about himself. He took a deep breath and gave his best attempt at a smile. “It’s, uh- okay? I don’t usually have someone to talk to about my day so I’m not really sure what to say.”
You frowned at him, which, against his better judgement, caused a deep laugh to emerge from his chest. Crumble. He couldn’t help it, your concern for him was adorable. Those walls he built to keep himself safe were no match for your kind heart. “Well, here.”
You leaned down and took out a notebook and pen from your bag before writing on the page, ripping it out, and handing it to him. When he took the page from you, his hand trembled as he realised what had happened. He looked up at you with the expression of a child being given their first dose of affection. You smiled, resolute. “Now you have my number, so you can call or text to tell me about your day if you ever want to.”
He couldn’t get the smile off his face for the rest of the day, palming the page in the pocket of his hoodie whenever he needed a reminder that someone as wonderful as you actually seemed to care about him. Little did he know how your heart had soared when, an hour after school, your phone buzzed with his first message:
Hi y/n, this is Connor. Thanks for being my friend. You’re a cool person.
Followed immediately by another after as he realised that his message was a bit cold.
:)
You’d giggled the whole way home.
A year later, and you had happily been dating for eight months. It had been tough, what with Connor’s seemingly endless self-doubts and insecurities, but you were going strong. Connor had made you more considerate and thoughtful, taking extra care to stop and pay attention to the world around you, and you had made him open up, showed him that it was okay to let the world in and that not everyone was out to hurt him.
Connor was finally comfortable being himself, secure in the relationship, when you decided that it was time for your worlds to combine. Your mother had been insisting for months that she wanted to have your boyfriend over for dinner, and having seen Connor so happy lately, you figured now was as good a time as any.
You imagined it going so smoothly, with Connor melting into your arms and being so excited to meet the people that loved you as much as he did. What happened instead was that Connor stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, then stood up, mumbled something about being late for class, and left the cafeteria. Despite it being the middle of the lunch break.
Anyone else would’ve been worried but you knew Connor. He just needed a bit of time to think about things and then he would come find you and talk about it. Sure enough, he approached your locker right after the school bell rang to finish the day.
He looked at you nervously, arms folding in on themselves. “Can, uh, we talk?”
You nodded. “Of course we can, love.”
You walked to a nearby park where you often spent time, the two of you sitting down on a park bench. A group of young kids were kicking a soccer ball around between them, while others sat on swings. You looked at Connor whose gaze was locked on the group kicking the ball around in a desperate bid to avoid your eyes. “Sweetheart, what’s going on in that mind? Please let me in.”
He sighed, studying the gravel below you with his head in his hands. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to meet your family.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. “And why is that?”
Running his hands through his hair, he finally looked up at you. “I’m not a..people person…like you. I mean, you remember what I was like before we were dating, I’m not good at looking at people, let alone talking to them, let alone trying to impress your family who…”
His eyes widened. “-your large family, who I’m just never going to be enough for. Your parents are already going to stress me out and you can at least hold an adult conversation with them. How am I supposed to make a good impression on your siblings? They’re kids! I’m horrible with kids.”
Just as Connor was returning to his head-in-hands-moping position, a ball landed at his feet. “Hey, pass us the ball!”
Connor slowly stood up, gently dribbling the ball between his feet before jogging over to the group and passing it to the boy that had called out. “Dude, that was some super quick footing before, do you play professionally or something?”
You watched the young boy blush, rubbing a hand behind his neck bashfully. “Haha, no!”
Connor leaned down, “You sure? With moves like that I wouldn’t be surprised if you make the big leagues with some patience and practice!”
The kid squinted up at your boyfriend, smiling excitedly, and your heart melted at the sight. Connor reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair before heading back over to you. He turned around to the boy, pointing a finger at him and calling out, “Gotta put in the hard work, alright?”
The kid nodded as Connor sat back next to you. You noted how his body language had shifted: he was more open, happier, content. At least until he remembered the conversation he had left. He sighed, “I just…they’re going to hate me.”
“Connor, hey,” You reached out an arm, noting the way he flinched before easing into your touch. It broke your heart how much pain he held inside him, despite how far he’d come. How far you both had. “They’re going to love you. You have so much heart, my love. You try so hard to be loving and kind despite all that you’re going through. How could they not love you?”
He lingered in your gaze before looking back out to the park, letting out a deep exhale. You took the opportunity to continue. “I mean, look at how you just made that little boy’s day. He’s not going to forget the guy that went up to him in the park and believed in him and his dreams. If you can do that, you can sure as hell hold a conversation with my siblings.”
He looked up at you, a glint of hope in his eye and a small smile appearing on his face. “You think?”
You smiled, “Absolutely. And besides, do you really think I’d ever let you get hurt by someone, even slightly? If my family says anything that upsets you, I’ll be right there. And I’ll give them a piece of my mind.”
He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, angling down to kiss the top of your hair. “How did I ever get lucky enough to find you?”
You smiled into his embrace, “You opened your eyes.”
a/n: hi lovely Nela! thank you for being so patient waiting for me to tackle one of your wonderful requests. I figured since you’re a bit nervous about your upcoming adventure that I would surprise you with a story to cheer you up! I hope that this is everything that you wanted it to be. thank you for always being such a wonderful friend 💜
p.s. I listened to the writing playlist you made me while writing this and I absolutely adore it 🥰
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Taking care of you
I wrote both Riff and Dodge, because I had a cute scenario for Dodge already in mind, but I also wanted to write again for Riff so... yeah. Hope you like it🤞
Chapter summary: And I was wondering if you could do a oneshot with Riff or Dodge about the reader being sick and him taking care of them? If not that’s okay :)
For @Charliedelancey
Dodge.
Let's make a list, shall we?
Nausea, headache AND vomit... what a wonderful day.
Fuck.
Today was supposed to be a good day: breakfast, shower and a date with Dodge.
He would've taught me how to ride a horse.. fuck.
I have to warn him we gotta postpone it so I grab my phone and call him.
"Hey babe" he quickly picks up the phone.
"Hi" I weakly say.
"Hey hey.. you okay? What's wrong?" He ask worriedly.
"Just.. this morning I woke up and I felt nauseous, my head feels like it would explode anytime and I threw up what I think was also last month meals..I don't think we're gonna see each other today" I tell him.
"Oh baby... don't you worry okay? Just rest, we'll see each other soon. Promise me you would rest" he says sweetly.
"I promise. See you soon"
"See you, baby"
And I hang up the phone.
I decide to make some tea, maybe it would help a little.
In the meantime the headache stopped, thankfully, but I still feel like throwing up anytime.
I go to the couch and just lay down closing my eyes focusing on my breathing and trying to relax.
After a while I hear the doorbell.
What. The actual. Fuck.
Who could be now?
I groan standing up and go to the door.
I smile as soon as my eyes land on Dodge's.
"What are you doing here?" I ask surprised.
"My baby isn't feeling well... what else was I supposed to do?" He asks rhetorically and let himself in closing the door behind him.
"Wh-" I start.
"Nah uh, you now go to bed and I'll make some food" he states walking up to me and moving his hands to frame my face.
"I will just throw it up.." I whine.
"You need something in your stomach, love. No complaints. Go upstairs and lay down, I'll be there soon" he kisses my nose, giving me a small push towards the stairs.
I do as he say and walk to my room to lay down on the bed.
After a few minutes he comes in and sits on the bed with me.
"The soup will be ready in a few minutes." He informs me, stroking my leg under the cover.
"You didn't have to come" I say to him.
"I know" he smiles. "We got a date, remember?"
"And what a wonderful date this is" I sarcastically reply.
"Well.. let's see: I'm with you, you can't get away from my cuddles and I get to take care of you... I'd say it's pretty wonderful" he explains.
"I..." I'm speechless.
"See? Can't argue, I'm right" he says proudly.
"Fine" I say trying to hide a smile.
"Good girl. Now rest and I will fetch your lunch, my lady" he dramatically says.
"Thank you, kins sir" I reply.
He just smiles and come up to kiss me sweetly.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
Riff.
My head is killing me...
My stomach is killing me...
Just my luck..
I promised Valentina I'd help her at the store, so here I am, hiding my pain ad much as I can.
"You sure you're okay, querida? You look pale" Valentina asks me worriedly.
"Yeah.. I'm fine" I lie.
"If you meed to go home, go. No te preocupes, okay? Don't worry."
"I'm fine" I lie again.
She sends me a sceptical look and just goes downstairs.
While I'm cleaning the counter the doorbell jingles I look up and roll my eyes seeing Riff entering the store.
"You know you can't be here" I tell him.
"Hi to you too, beautiful" he replies.
"Hi"
"You're okay?" He asks.
"Yeah" I say quickly.. or way too quickly.
"You're clearly not" he states. "Come, I'll walk you home"
"I'm fine. It's nothing" I tell him as I keep cleaning, avoiding his stare.
Then all of a sudden I feel my head spinning like crazy, I have to grab the counter to keep myself standing.
"It's clearly not nothing." He says, he's worried, I've never seen him this worried.
"I'm... I'm fine" I weakly say.
"Yeah sure and I'm a billionaire. Where the witch, I'll tell her I'm walking you home" he asks, already heading for the basement.
He comes back soon after, followed by Valentina.
"Ay ay, mi niña, go home. I can manage today" she reassures me.
"I'll send Tony to help. Is that okay?" He asks Valentina, who just nods.
"But.."
"No buts" Riff cuts me off "Let's go"
He gently grabs my arm and lead me out of the store, heading home.
After he made me lay down, he made tea and brought it to me.
"You're burning, pretty girl" he says touching my forehead.
"You always say that" I try to joke.
"True. But this time literally. Give me a second" he says getting up and walking round the bathroom.
He comes back with a wet cloth, that he put on my forehead.
"There" he says and slightly caresses my face.
"Why are you so worried?" I ask.
"Isn't it obvious? I like you, a lot. Why else do you think I come to the store this often?"
"To annoy me" I guess.
"Yeah.. also that, but that's because you look cute while mad" he says with a grin.
He gently grabs my hand stroking my knuckles.
"So.. what do you say.. would you let me take care of you?" He asks, hope filling his eyes.
I look at him and I see sincerity.
I smile at him.
"Yeah, Riff. I'll let you take care of me"
He seems surprised, but leans down to press a small kiss on my lips.
"And... when you get better... I hope you'll let me take care of you I'm other, more fun, ways" he says with a smirk.
"You're the worst" I slightly push him and he laughs.
"Oh as if you never thought about it" he jokes.
I laugh.
"You're denying!" He exclaims.
"Maybe" I say.
He smile at me and kisses me again.
"Try to sleep. I'll be here the whole time if you need me" he tells me.
I smile and close my eyes trying to get some rest, knowing he will take care of me... in any way apparently.
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TRANSMASC READER:3
YES TRANSMAC READER X MIKE faist(i love Mike faist)
women can interact i just don’t..write women as often:3..
Type of fic: fluff at the end -ish,smut:3
warnings:degrading(he loves you dw),praise, p in t v!!, hair pulling,kissing,making out, cussing(ofc cussing..?), ..nipple play..?,edging:3
LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOME
(smut underneath :3..)
shitty grammar, grammars hard for me!!
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Mike sat you onto his lap grinding your hips against his throbbing cock kissing a nibbling at your neck “you taste so sweet Angel.” He muttered into your neck leaving trails of kisses along your neck guiding your hips onto his hard cock. “Mike..please!” You whimpered begging and throbbing for him to be inside you “please what? Use your words baby.” He said teasing your nipples between your shirt “I need you to fuck me!” You moan out has he continued to play with your nipples “after that little stunt you pulled today? I think the fuck not.” He whispered into your ear, rubbing against your clothed pussy “Beg for it, beg for me to fuck your tight fucking pussy, for me to fill you up with my cum.” He growled softly into your skin.
“please Mike! I want you! I need you inside me right now! I need you to fuck my cunt! Please mike!” You begged grinding against his crotch even more before he picked you up and lays you onto the bed, unbuckling your jeans and taking your shirt off revealing old top surgery scars “such a handsome boy.” He whispered into your ear, he continued to pull down your pants and slip into your boxers putting in one finger inside of your warm cunt, you whimper softly covering you mouth before Mike grabbed your wrist with his free hand. “I don’t think so sweetheart, i want people to know that I’m making you feel good, you understand?” He picked up the pace slipping in another finger “yes! I understand sir!” You moan out from the unexpected movement.
after minutes of pure bliss he pulled out his fingers and put them in front of your face “suck.” He commanded, has you sucked his fingers You whined due to how close you were “suck a good boy sucking my fingers, so handsome too.” After that he took out his fingers and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans pulling them off as long with his boxers revealing his hard cock covered in pre-cum.
he fully undressed you, he got onto the bed and you followed right after him getting into his lap “Ride me.” He commanded putting his hands into your hips guiding you into his cock “so wet for me baby.” He whispered into your ear slamming his cock onto you, you moaned loudly into his chest, after gaining a little self control you slowly bounced onto his cock moaning into his ear “such a good boy, aren’t you my pretty little slut?” He said pulling you hair back to reveal your neck kissing and biting it, licking the bites and leaving hickeys all over your neck and shoulder, Mike slowly started thrusting into growling softly into your ear.
“your close, i can feel it.” He said thrusting into you, you moaned softly yet loudly into his chest shaking a bit “cum for, show me how much you love my cock.” He picked up the pace slamming his cock into you rougher has you climaxed moaning loudly, your moans echoed in the room and a few minutes after you came Mike came inside of you filling your cunt with his seed.
Panting and resting on his shoulder he pulled out of you gently “that’s as..amazing like always.” He said kissing your head softly and smiling. “You were amazing” he muttered, “such a good boy..now let’s get you cleaned up.” After that he picked you up and walked you into the bathroom
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hi:3 erm.. idk how to do aftercare so!! Yeah:3
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Headcanons: Working with Dodge at Dot's diner
Warnings: None
Author's note: English isn't my first language, so even though I have already written stories in English before and I consider myself fluent speaker, I can still make mistakes that I can even not be aware of. If you have any constructive feedback, if you spotted something that is grammatically/lexically incorrect or if something just sounds clumsy - feel free to let me know through my inbox or in comments! I will really appreciate that, your advices can help me become better writer and improve my English skills.
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Since you never wanted to get involved in Panic you knew that you had to take up a summer job somewhere in Carp if you wanted to go to your dream college.
When you started looking for a job you really didn't have many options, no one was hiring new employees except Dot's diner.
You knew that Dodge worked there, but you hadn't spoken to him before - in school, he was kind of an outcast and you were a bit shy so you two didn't have a chance to have a real conversation.
But you knew him by sight and had to admit that you always found him attractive.
On your first day working at Dot's, you were worried that he would get annoyed with you for having to explain to you how everything worked there. Besides, you had always perceived him as a bit intimidating before because he seemed so unapproachable .
But from the moment you walked into Dot's, he was very patient with you - teaching you how to make the best coffee you've ever had, how to prepare the cold drinks and dishes served in the diner. When you happened to forget how to do something, he carefully explained it to you again.
After a few days, you began to really enjoy spending time at Dot's, working there with Dodge. Sometimes, when the diner was already closed, you both would grab your favorite sodas and just sit at the bar, talking about your plans for the future.
At first, Dodge was distrustful and somewhat suspicious of your willingness to talk to him - that's the way he's always been with people, but you truly wanted to be friends with him.
For a while, he was almost certain that you were a judge in Panic, who was just trying to learn more about his life and his weaknesses.
But you were really persistent and eventually, step by step, you won his trust and convinced him that your intentions were sincere and that you just wanted to be friends with him.
Gradually you became Dodge's best friend - actually his only friend at Carp. You were the first person in town he told about his rodeo hobby and about his family.
The two of you began to really enjoy each other's company, one cloudless night you even went to the roof of the Dot's with some blankets to sit on and watched the stars over the Carp.
But back to working at Dot's. While you were doing your daily tasks, whether serving customers at the bar or just cleaning tables, sometimes you glanced at Dodge just to admire how good he looked.
After a while, you surprisingly often would catch him glaring at you too when he thought you didn't see it.
Soon you realized that you not only found Dodge attractive but you actually started to catch feelings for him.
One day you came to work ready to confess to Dodge that you like him, but he surprised you. After a long day spent serving clients and thoroughly cleaning the whole diner you two were sitting at the bar sipping iced tea. Suddenly he asked if you wanted to go out with him next weekend.
You were genuinely shocked, you just managed to ask him simply: "Are you … are you taking me on a date?" You immediately regretted that you were so blunt. You were sure that he would think you had gone crazy.
He just smirked.
"If you want it to be a date, I am all in."
His words left you speechless. That evening, coming home from Dot's you were beyond happy and looking forward more than ever to another day at work with Dodge.
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Fearless (12/x)
Pairing: Dodge Mason x Female OC
Summary: If anyone knew how dumb Panic was, it would be her. The game at first felt freeing. However, when you keep playing, it doesn't appear to be worth it at all, but by that point, it's too late. There was no joy left in the game. It was more than that now.
Warnings: Minor Explicit Language, Violence, Shooting
Word Count: 8.5k
Disclaimer
I do not own the series of Panic or the characters. This is a slight AU of Season 1.
Masterlist || I. PANIC || XI. CAUTION || XIII. RETURNS
XII. TENSE
A week had passed since the last Panic challenge and Heather was frantic. As she, Josie, and Natalie walk across the pavement of the streets of Carp, the brunette cannot help but show her worry about the lack of updates. From the last time they've spoken, Heather told Josie that she had to basically stalk Diggins to ask if she could use her immunity and be back on the game. His lack of response after that encounter made her all worry. She had no regrets about ditching the challenge for her sister but she needed to be persistent for the money.
"Still nothing about Panic?" Heather asks.
"I'm telling you it's been awfully quiet," Josie said. The surface surrounding Panic was hushed following the challenge on the bridge. There was no mention of the game around the town, no hints about the next challenge, and no other players showing any signs of interest in the game. The previous round seemed to resonate with everyone who responded to the questions, even Josie. There was anxiety about the information they provided since nobody knew what they would do with it. She remembered seeing Drew a day after the game. He still looked petrified as if he saw a ghost.
"They're probably preparing for the individuals." She assumed.
"What did Diggins say to you again?" Natalie chimes in.
"He said Panic's a dumb game. There's tension between judges right now, and he'll think about it." Heather frowns, remembering his words.
"That sounds reassuring." Josie sarcastically remarks.
If anyone knew how dumb Panic was, it would be Heather. The game at first felt freeing. However, when you keep playing, it doesn't appear to be worth it at all, but by that point, it's too late. The concept of fighting for money seemed evil in its entirety. Particularly now when she sensed that this summer of playing Panic wasn't like the summers before. But like everyone else in Carp, she was in urgent need of money. If her mother never stole her money saved up for college, she would've never joined.
"Maybe he's right, Heather. Maybe you should sit this one out."
The brunette stopped and turned toward her friend. "You were the one who suggested using my immunity, Nat. I've come this far. I'm not stopping now."
"But you did when you decided not to show up."
"Is she supposed to leave Lily all alone with her mom and her druggie boyfriend?" Josie made an effort not to sneer at Natalie's words. They both understood how Lily was Heather's entire world.
"All I'm saying is that it's probably for the best that she shouldn't go back to Panic, Josie." She glowered. "Why are you guys so desperate about Panic?"
"You were as desperate as us in the beginning, remember?" Heather blatantly reminds her.
"It's just a game guys."
"Easy for you to say when you have a trust fund sitting quietly in the bank. Some of us don't have the luxury to sit around and do nothing all day, Nat."
"Are you saying that I do nothing?"
Natalie shifts her gaze to Josie. "You don't want my opinion on that." Josie reacts. Natalie scoffs at her.
"We are desperate, Natalie. I need the money. Heather and I need the money."
"Winning the prize money is not just about being able to leave Carp but we could actually be set. I'm not just talking about being able to pay bills but think about other things. I could do things for myself this time. Maybe start up something using the money. And as stupid as it seems, I actually think I could go to college with the money we'll win," Josie said.
Josie muses somberly about her plans and what she'll do with the money should she win in Panic. She had already fantasized about driving in her car, leaving Car, not knowing where she'll end up next. She could travel wherever she wanted, preferably far like California, and, probably, settle in the city. Josie would go to the college she wants and finally pursue her dreams of becoming a writer. She'll still call and maybe visit Nick when she could. But she'd be finally contented.
"You've been avoiding the talk about college for months and now you're just deciding to go." Natalie continues. "You guys have been using money as an excuse. You can go to college."
"It's not an excuse. It's not just an easy choice for us to make, Nat." Heather was trying hard not to snap at her friend's naivety of her privilege. "Josie and I are poor, remember?" She wasn't motivated to keep going by the money, but rather by the person she knew she would spend the money to.
"Fine." Natalie sharply says, deciding to give up her asking. "Don't listen to me. But don't say I didn't warn you guys about the game."
The two girls stared at her retreating figure as their friend ditches them on the side of the street. Josie couldn't help but wonder about Natalie's opposition to Heather reentering. She felt bad for making assumptions about Nat's jealousy. With her individuals, Heather may still catch up in the game. And by then, she'd be just mere points behind them, with a chance to compete in the finale.
Heather and Josie decided to rest and sauntered towards Dot's diner.
"She'll come around eventually. You know she does." Josie comforts the frown in Heather's expression. "Don't worry."
As they sat in their respective seats near the store's counter, Josie's gaze can't help but look for that recognizable tall boy in his signature black shirt and jeans working around the place and eventually finding his way in front of her.
"Should I take a wild guess on who you're looking for?" Heather teasingly rested her chin on her palm as she watched her best friend's eyes search the scape of the diner.
"That's it." She blasts, catching the dark-haired girl's attention. "What's going on between you and Dodge?"
"Dodge and I kissed." Josie's expression turned red.
"What?!" Heather's eyes widened. Josie giggles as the brunette vigorously shakes her joyfully and lightly hits her arm in disbelief. Heather was astonished by the shift in their relationship since she has last seen them jokingly throwing quips at one another and having an unsaid tension.
"Yep. It was over a week ago. After Panic."
"Was that part of the challenge?"
"W-What? No." She laughingly shook her head. "Actually, earlier on he told me that he liked me. He gave me this long talk about what would've happened if we never met and then just said it out of the blue. I thought he was kidding but he said it again and I realized he was being serious. Back then, I didn't know what to say so afterward, I kind of..."
"Chickened out?"
"During the challenge, Diggins asked me about Dodge. He asked if I have feelings for him, and I do. So after, I just went up to Dodge and-"
"Kissed him?" She nods. The Slater girl couldn't believe it either. "Just like that? Wow."
No matter how many times she'd replay that night in her head, she'd look down bashfully in disbelief. It's been smooth sailing for her and Dodge since. Josie never would've imagined how old-fashion Dodge would be. He'd offer to pick her up and drop her off at home at the end of the day, open the car door for her, and even gives her flowers, even if it's just a single piece, after learning what her favorite was. She had assumed Dodge wouldn't be the sort to make silly displays of affection in front of others, but Josie would always find him hanging on to her even if they just parted for a split second.
Dodge was hooked. And so was she.
Her enthusiasm for them was understated, sitting closer to Josie to hear more about the pair. The girl couldn't help but notice the radiance that sparked on Josie's face when she spoke of the Mason boy.
"So what, are you guys dating now or what?"
"Actually, I don't know. We never really talked about it." Josie continued. "I don't know if that indicates you're in a relationship. But we did go out and we've kissed a few times."
"Now you're just bragging."
The girl apologizes in humor. But she wasn't really sorry, she wanted to brag about him.
"How about you and Bishop?" Josie asks, turning the attention to Heather. "What's going on with the two of you?"
"It's great."
"You don't sound great." That strained smile was one that Josie recognized. The same smile Heather would give to her when she would ask if everything was fine. She knew something was wrong. "What is it? Are you guys fighting?"
"No, seriously, we're great, Josie. I mean, he's great." She breathed out. "It's just that...i-it's a little overwhelming finally being with him after years of wanting it."
"Then what's wrong?"
"It's just that his whole rich guy scene. I don't feel like I fit in in all of that. Being around those fancy places he goes to, the fancy people he meets, and his fancy parents. I mean, you should've seen his dad's car collection, I swear the value of those could feed a town." Heather confided. She felt like a piece trying to fit into the wrong puzzle.
"I don't like that look of pity he gives me whenever I talk about my mom, or Lily, or home." Heather lamented. "It makes me feel like a bigger charity case than I already am."
The Slater girl placed her arm around the brunette's shoulder, rubbing it softly. "Heather, it's Bishop. He just cares about you that's all."
"So did he ask you about Midsummer?" Josie asked about the upcoming festivity. "Yep. He asked me yesterday. And also speaking of going..." Heather went on. "Bishop is planning to take me to the drive-in tonight and you're coming with me."
She instantly shakes her head in refusal. "I don't want to be a third wheel."
"You won't. You're taking Dodge with you." She bites the inside of her cheek as Heather smirked at her notion.
"I don't like social functions."
"He might."
"You have met him, right?" She raised her brow.
"I'm just saying he might go 'cause he'd be going with you." Josie gave it a thought. She hated the scene but it would be tolerable as long as Dodge was with her. "C'mon, if I'm going, you're going too." Her best friend gave her a nudge in the arm.
However, a familiar voice interrupts them. "Hey, Heather. Can we talk?" Ray Hall spoke daintily.
The immediate frown rose in Heather's expression as she saw his face. Never again does she want to speak with or see him. Heather accepted all she had to do was ignore him for the rest of her life. "No, I don't think we can."
"Please, it'll only take a second. It's about yesterday."
"There's nothing to talk about, Ray." She said coldly. "It was a mistake trying to talk to you. A stupid mistake."
"Heather, I'm sorry. Look, I didn't mean all those things-"
A part of Josie felt bad for the guy. Despite Heather's rejection, he continues to plead, to give him a chance to speak. Nothing was cutting it with her best friend who refused to give him her attention and chose to stare straight forward at the table, ignoring his excuses Josie didn't understand the context of. And when he ran out of words to say and energy to give, he simply left the diner before looking back once more at the brunette Josie couldn't quite depict what the look meant.
"What was that about?" Josie asks.
"Nothing. I..." Heather breathed in. "I've been distracted during the first week of Panic and at the Graybill challenge...Ray and I almost hooked up."
"Save me the lecture. Natalie already gave me one." She cuts the Slater girl off before she could say anything.
"I feel like such an idiot. I can't believe I think that he might actually have some feelings for me that didn't come out of his dick." Heather frustratingly runs her fingers through her hair as she relived those same feelings she wished he had for her the way she had for him. Perhaps it was love or just the assumption of love, she didn't know. She didn't need to know more about it as it wasn't her problem anymore. "But you were right and Nat was right. He's an asshole. Just like his brother."
"Did Luke do something?" The dark-haired girl's voice sounded alert, protective.
"I wanted to confront him on what he answered during Panic. So I went over to his place and was looking for him on his boat, but Luke was there too but I left as soon as I can." Heather continues. "This would probably not sound unusual but I think Luke is up to something. Over at the boat, I found these ballots- betting slips-"
"With our names on them?" Josie finishes her sentence.
Josie nudges Heather closer. "I bumped into Luke a few days ago and I found similar ones that I found in Spurlock's basement." She uttered.
"I know this sounds crazy but I think Luke's fixing the game. There were slips from last year's game too. And I think it might be connected to Jimmy and Abby's deaths." Heather listened intently to Josie. "Abby was pregnant before she died but she had an abortion. I don't know if Jimmy knew or if anyone else did. But what if that was the reason she gave up on Panic. Everyone saw that she was acting off and a lot were betting a lot of money on her."
"They needed her to keep playing for the money. She could've been manipulated to keep playing or she was blackmailed to forfeit the game."
"And you think this person is Luke?"
"It makes sense, Heather," Josie exclaimed. "Panic's been here long enough. He's betting now he could've done so before. He sagged all the money he won before, remember? He tried betting on either Jimmy or Abby but neither won, so he's back now betting on Ray 'cause he's broke and desperate."
"We all know he's just gonna take the money if Ray wins." She deteriorates.
Having a moment to take it all in, Heather was overwhelmed. Sinking in the thoughts of how corrupt the game has turned now. Or it was always like this but they never really knew. It needed to stop before it gets worse. "We need to tell the cops, Josie."
She shakes her head, no. "The second we tell them about us and Panic, they're gonna arrest us. I don't think they're gonna believe us anyway. We're gonna need more than just a hunch and betting slips."
The two girls were troubled. Asking the Slater girl how can they find more evidence, the notion came into Josie's head. "We could sneak into Ray's boat again. I bet there's stuff there."
"We are not sneaking back there, Josie." Heather differed. Josie's expression sunk. "Luke could be there."
"It'll be fine. I have a gun."
"You have a gun?!" She yelled, eyes widened. Josie immediately tried to cover her mouth in silence. Some wandering eyes stared at the two but sooner dismissed their attention. "Where did you get a gun, Josie?!" Heather whispered.
"Does it matter? I always keep it in my bag. We'll be fine." Josie says, earning a judgemental look from the brunette. She exhaled. "I stole it from Spurlock's basement, alright. It's not like I'm gonna use it. It's just insurance. Just in case."
"Just in case, what?"
"Just in case someone would try to mess with us just like they did with Abby."
"Abby was leading in Panic, remember? Everyone knew her only real competition was Jimmy." Josie recalled the stories she'd heard a summer ago on how that year of Panic was gonna be epic. "A guy was betting a lot on him. If they wanted Jimmy and them to win, then they needed her out."
Josie recounted the first time she had heard about Panic. As a kid, she'd see the older kids running around town doing crazy shit. At first, she thought that was how one acted when they were older. She remembered Natalie dragging her and Heather out of the swimming hole, seeing the teens jumping high from the drop, her heart pounding frantically in her chest not knowing what was going on. As Natalie continued to drag to them whatever parties she could and drunk teenagers boasted about the money they were gonna win, Josie was introduced to Panic.
She knew they were just mere fishes playing in a much larger bowl. Lost in their own bubbles as something bigger happens on the outside. They were never aware of how much was occurring outside of Panic. They were able to get away with it so easily. But she refused to allow them to take her down, as they did to Jimmy and Abby. The closer she got to the finish line, the closer to the danger she gets.
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As the breeze through his car window brushes through his brown hair, Dodge's mind wavered toward something else. After being on edge about Panic, he drove to the ranch to get it off his mind but the email he got sooner after the session drove him back to the problem.
It's been weeks since the last mention of Panic. Dodge thought it would give him some rest or a break but he just ached it even more. The complete silence felt like a giant clock ticking, telling him he was running out of time. The longer he waited, the further Luke Hall was getting what he deserved. He wanted the game to end as soon as it can. He wanted to make Luke Hall pay for what he did to Dayna. And this would finally be over.
The days hadn't been so bad. He'd been with Josie. And it was certainly the best days of his life. At every thought, mention, sight, call, text, or even just by being around Josie, Dodge was happy. Happier than he could've ever imagined. He didn't think it was possible to be like this. The possibilities with her are endless and sometimes he wished the summer would be endless too. Despite his reality regarding his drive for revenge, he wouldn't want to wake up one day and find all the memories with disappeared. He'd be lost.
As Dodge's car took a turn to the street near his place, he spotted a familiar figure of Josie Slater walking across the pavement.
"Hey!" He called out. "What're you doing here?"
Josie gazes at Dodge as he got off his car and dashes his way in her direction. "I was over by your house. I was looking for you but Dayna said you were over by the ranch."
"Well, you found me now." The pair gleamed at each other.
"Have you got any news on your individuals yet?" Dodge asks her. Josie noticed his eyes slightly narrowed with seriousness every time he spoke regarding Panic. "Nope. Not yet." She shrugged. "You?"
"It got in just a while ago. All I got was an email." She peered over the message sent to Dodge's phone, reading: In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. The couple's forehead creased after a second of deduction.
"Guess you need to find a key," Josie suggested. "Probably. They didn't mention a date or a time yet though."
"You nervous?"
"A little bit, but we'll get through it. I know we will." He gave her a light peck on the cheek.
Wondered about her sudden silence, he asked her if something was concerning her. He noticed how often Josie would go into a daze. Her brows were wrinkled in thought and her eyes shifted around like she was on guard for something. Dodge squeezed Josie's hand, seeing how lost she was in her own head again. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to push it.
"Are you gonna stay over tonight, or...?"
"No. Well, that reminds me." She loomed closer. "Actually, I came here to ask you something."
"There's this party thing the town throws every year at Coral Lake." Josie looked down, her hands nervously fidgeting on the sides of her legs. "And I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go with me to Midsummer..."
"Are you asking me out?" Dodge couldn't help but smirk.
"Yes. Yes, I'm asking. But I mean, y-you don't have to if you don't want. The party's pretty stupid actually, so it's fine if you say no." Josie continues to ramble. "N-Not like I want you to say no. I'm just saying you can but I do want you to say yes. But don't feel pressured to say yes though 'cause-"
"Hey, hey, hey." He cuts her off. Holding her by the shoulders which seemed to ease her anxious breathing. Josie apologized for babbling to which Dodge replied with a chuckle. She didn't have much experience with dating, not asking a guy out herself, so this was all kind of new to her. It was new for both of them.
"Yes. I'd love to go with you." Dodge grinned.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously." He smiled. "Actually, I saw a flyer in town, and I was planning to ask you but you kinda beat me to it."
Despite her earlier reluctance, Josie mentally agreed of going. Dodge saying yes was the right push that got her to decide to go. The prospect of being around Dodge didn't seem too horrible, even though Josie disliked going out to places where she knew she wouldn't exactly fit in. When they are alongside one other, difficult situations become bearable. Perhaps it is how they saw one another. They were each other's safe place.
"I didn't think you'd like those types of stuff."
"I don't sometimes, but I like you and I want to take you to this thing."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. You had a crush on me since the first day of school." She quipped. The two gazed at each other as his hands snaked around her waist.
"I really want to take you out on a date, like an actual date, so I think maybe Midsummer could be it," Dodge tells her about his wishes. He looked over to her, lips slightly pouted.
"...That first official date could happen tonight." The girl grinned as she continued. "Heather gave me this idea. She and Bishop are going to the drive-in tonight and I was thinking we could go..." Dodge bit his lip as she continued to look at him with those eyes that would make him say yes to anything.
"Always finding ways to be around me, huh, Slater."
"I guess I just really like you, Mason."
He never had a girlfriend before. Nothing came to mind when you ask him if he remotely liked someone. He never had particular expectations regarding relationships. He also never realized how his days previously felt so empty. He wanted nothing but to skip forward and end it all. But that was before Josie Slater. Everything else before her felt like a fever dream.
I shouldn't be thinking like this, his mind fought as panic rose on him. He was scared. He was uncontrollably scared. Scared of losing her. Scared of being lost without her because, for the first time, he felt like he belonged. A part of him knew that she was meant for something. Something better. Something bigger. Something greater. He knew that as the days of summer passed and reality comes knocking on their door, he'd have to see her fly away.
"Josie..." He spoke.
"I..."
Bzzzzzz. Josie's phone vibrated, cutting off Dodge's words before he could say them. "It's Heather." She mentioned. Shoving his hands into his pocket while he masks his disappointment, he listened thoroughly as Josie read the text her friend sent her, asking her if she could stop by her place to get ready. After she declined his offer to drive her there, he sighed. He was desperate to spend more time with her, but guess he just has to wait until tonight.
"I'll see you tonight?"
"See you tonight."
"Just promise me that you won't wear anything black."
Dodge laughs. "That sounds like a challenge, but I promise."
"See you later, Dodge Mason," Josie says before giving him one final kiss on the cheek as they parted ways.
The boy watched her depart the street as her figure walked away from him, then got back in his car and headed toward his house, which was only a few doors away. Making a turn and parking the car in their driveway, Dodge groaned as he shifted toward his rear-view mirror noticing the familiar sheriff's car following him and pulling over in front of the house.
"Afternoon, son!" Dodge kept a watchful glare as Sheriff Cortez exits his car and made his way toward him. "My mom's not here." He answered quickly, quickening his steps to the front door, ready to escape from the guy.
"I'm not here to talk to Jessica. I'm here to talk to you." Cortez tried to keep it light.
"Yeah. Well, I kinda already have plans tonight, Sheriff. So I can't really-"
"I need to speak to you, Dodge." The sternness and sharpness of Cortez's voice were enough to make Dodge comply. Stopping mid-step from the stairs, he stopped, turning back to the old man who now got his full attention.
"Still no news about Panic?" He breathed out, getting right into business. Dodge only shook his head at the question.
"How about your individual? Nothing?"
"Nope. Not yet." The Mason boy casually shrugged, keeping it nonchalant as the sheriff continues to grill him.
Visions focused, almost as if he was examining the boy, he interrogates. "You sure?" Dodge looked away for a second. Not because he was gonna break. He would never. It was to shudder away the scornful glare he was about to send towards the sheriff's continuance. Looking at him straight in the eye, he answered. "Yeah, I'm sure."
The two stood quiet before Cortez released a light chuckle. "Well, that's disappointing. The sooner the game ends, the sooner this is over, right?" The teenager let out a tight-lipped grin before returning back to his plain expression.
"I noticed that you've been distracted lately, son." He trod forward.
"You keeping tabs on me now?"
"I do. If it means that our plan would work." Dodge wanted to roll his eyes as he continued. "You've come this far. You're not slowing down now."
"I'm not." He folded his arms to his chest.
"Dodge, remember the plan. You have to be in the lead at Panic so you can go against Luke at Joust. It's not gonna work if you're not. You understand that?"
Dodge did understand. For a year, that was all he understood. There was never a day that goes by that he doesn't look up at his ceiling in the middle of the night and replay the whole idea in his head. From the night of Dayna's accident to those nights he spent right beside her at the hospital and all those months in physical therapy. When Sheriff Cortez reached out to his family with a notion, a flicker of hope and rage surged through Dodge. Nothing was gonna get in between him and Luke Hall. Cortez made sure of that.
"Heather Hill is in the lead, right?" The sheriff referred.
"She was, but she didn't show up so she forfeited."
"Then, who is it?" He asked, impatiently. "Who is it now?"
The seventh challenge at the bridge didn't count any points but deducted one if players took longer to walk through the tracks. That means the fugitive challenge for finding the flags was the last pointed round, Dodge opined. He could still clearly recall the tenseness. His blood was rushing as he ran throughout the city trying to elude the police. He also recalled discovering the flag that was hiding in plain sight. He remembered pleasantly finishing in second after the person he admit he wouldn't mind losing to.
"Josie Slater?"
Dodge felt his breath hitched as Cortez mentioned her name. With Heather out of the running, Josie was leading for scoring first at the flag challenge and still has most of her points intact at the previous one.
"She's tough I'll give her that, but she'll crack just like that mother of hers." The boy flexed his hand, open and closed. He inhaled sharply as Cortez continued to talk about her.
"Now obviously all you have to do is beat her. Shouldn't be a problem."
"Don't drag her into this."
"Son, if she's playing Panic, then she's already part of it," Cortez spoke slowly to get him to understand.
"Don't go soft on me now, Dodge." He gave him a tap on the shoulder. "You weren't like this with that Natalie Williams."
Right after he made the deal to team up with Natalie, Dodge told Sheriff Cortez. Natalie digging more about his past was a dilemma they don't have time to spare for. Cortez gave him a warning. To take care of it or he will. She won't be a problem, Dodge said. With Natalie, he would have quickly dismissed anything that may have put the plan in jeopardy, but with Josie, he felt divided.
"What is it? You have a thing for her?" The man asks. Dodge gripped the side of his arms. His hands almost turned red, holding back. "Panic's a game, son. Josie Slater, Natalie Williams, Heather Hill. Everyone in this town is willing to do anything for just about anything. Don't be fooled."
"You don't know her, sheriff."
"I knew her since she was seven." He stated. "Trust me. I know her."
"You think she wouldn't cast you aside when it comes down between the both of you? Panic is her ticket out of Carp and she's not gonna miss that shot. You know that." Cortez points out.
"Keep an eye on her."
"Leave Josie out of this." He sent him a sharp, deadly gaze. It wasn't a favor, it was a warning.
"You're not just gonna throw it all away because of some girl, are you? You do remember who you're playing for?" The man walked closer. Dodge tried to keep his breathing under control as Cortez continued to lecture him. His knuckles formed into a fist. It would only take a second the send a punch flying to Cortez, but he resisted.
"This is for Dayna. This is for your mother. This is for you. And the justice you all deserved."
"What are you gonna do, Dodge?"
Anger was his fuel. It was the only thing that kept him going as the need for revenge flooded through his veins. He only wanted to scream at this point. He wanted to go atop the highest mountain and scream. Dodge grows more and more torn as they move closer to getting their payback. He knew that if he made the wrong move, he would either lose Josie or the opportunity to face Luke. But every move appeared to be the wrong one.
The Mason boy's shoulders fell. His gaze was set on the ground as some part of him knew Josie wouldn't back down so easily in Panic. That she would give everything she can to win, just like he would. Dodge didn't want to go against her. That was the last thing he wanted to happen. Because he knew that he would throw away the game if it means that she would be alright.
He had to do something. He'd restrain her if he has to. They were already in the tricky part of Panic. He'll do anything to keep her out of all this. He wasn't gonna let her get hurt.
"I'll take care of it."
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Dodge Mason felt like he was hanging over a tightrope. His heart racing the whole drive towards Heather's place. He was slightly grateful for Josie's suggestion to bring Heather alongside in the car. Then maybe she wouldn't notice his silence.
Leaning up against the car, he took out his phone, texting the said girl that he was outside the house. Even just by merely texting her, he felt guilty.
Panic rose through his chest the second Cortez mentioned Josie's name. It sounded like a threat when he told Dodge to keep an eye on her. She wasn't a threat. She was Josie. His Josie. Just like that, everything felt different now. The last thing he wanted was to drag her along with their plans. Dodge knew it was dangerous. He was reckless and he didn't care, but it wasn't the same case with her.
He let out a breath. Exhaling sharply as he tried to figure out a way to pull her out of the circle she was already in while also not letting her find out the truth. He needed her gone from the games. The idea of putting her in danger made him fume in anger but also ache in desperation. The tall boy taps his foot restlessly against the ground, waiting for the two girls to come out.
His intrusive thoughts were immediately interrupted upon hearing those daring footsteps. Those steps that always strode with certainty and balance. Never faltering even when the world tried to bring her down.
"Hi."
Looking up from his shoes after hearing the familiar tune, his eyes trailed up seeing the girl that he was most nervous about but also excited to see.
"Hi," Dodge said back.
"You're not wearing black," Josie pointed out. He let out a chuckle. "I'm not."
Dodge didn't even try to cover the grin she could so easily get from him. Laying out his hands outward, he showcased himself. She took a moment to look at him up and down. Giving an unbelievable smirk seeing the Mason boy all dressed up. Instead of wearing his usual color, he wore a dark blue dress shirt, and underneath was a light grey t-shirt. She also noticed how the hair she continuously ran her fingers to has been brushed a bit over at the side which made her see his face better.
Looking at her was like waking up at the right moment as the sun peeks and being able to see the first ounce of sunlight. Beautiful moments tend to happen less often around him but this time, this second, this was one. He smiled to himself seeing that spark in her eyes. Her lips had a little color of lipstick on them but are still familiar. Her cheeks were red and her summer yellow dress she paired with a denim jacket.
"You look beautiful."
"Thanks."
"You look very beautiful."
"Is that all you could say?"
"Honestly, I'm trying to find the words." The pair exchanged a bit of laughter. Her smiling seemed to melt the ice forming around him.
She loomed closer. "You clean up nice too. Handsome, even."
Dodge's eyes soften as the corner of his mouth quirked up in delight. He looked at her, trying hard to memorize this moment. He wanted to remember her exactly as she was right now. Her staple smile. The kind of smile that could save his entire world and crumble it down the second it disappears.How her bright yellow dress made her look like the sun, the way her long dark hair always looked so neat as the wind blew. Even the very faint bruise on her ankle that Dodge remembered during the first night he drove her home.
"Hey, I need uhm- I need to tell you something..."
"Sounds serious," Josie said in a laugh wrought with nervous energy. "Everything okay?"
"Y-yeah. Uhm...Josie, I-"
"Hey, there lovebirds!" Heather's loud voice yelled out from behind them as she approached them with quick and exciting steps. "Sorry I took so long your girlfriend here didn't even bother to help me look for a jacket." She pants, nudging her friend.
"You look good, Heather." Dodge complimented politely.
"I interrupted something, did I?" She shifts her gaze between them.
"Dodge was just about to tell me something," Josie said. She goes back to Dodge. "Sorry. What was it?"
"I..." His voice was about to crack like ice. "I- I don't know what movie we're watching tonight."
Their brunette friend let out a small chuckle, clasping her hands, she mentions. "It's The Princess Bride. Have you seen it?"
Dodge nods.
"Alright, well- let's go. C'mon guys." She waves her hand, nudging them to follow her as she makes her way to the car. The pair let go of each other, following her sooner after.
Just before he could open the car door, Josie pulled him aside for a second. She rosed in concern. Seeing his demeanor change, she asks. "Dodge, you okay?"
"Yeah." He spoke confidently. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Her eyes wander around his in thought, finding some truth that she'll settle to. Josie gave a smile, wanting to enjoy the night rather than interrogate him for something she believes that he would tell her eventually because he trusts her, right?
"Ready?"
"Ready when you are."
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Sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of Dodge's car, the pair quietly watched the movie projecting in the large white silk across from them. It's been thirty minutes since they arrived and no one said a thing except for excerpts of are you enjoying the movie? or are you cold?
"Hey, you good?"
Giving out a tight-lipped, reassuring smile, she says, "I'm fine."
"Do you want me to get you a drink or something?"
"Dodge, seriously, I'm fine.
Looking over to Heather and Bishop's car right on their left, they seemed to be immersed in the film too as Dodge likes to pretend. He's been acting a little closed off these days ever since Josie's encounter with Luke. He'd be guarded and mostly tried to be alone with his thoughts, like what he's doing right now. Neither of them was fully paying attention to the movie. Both of them were idly gazing at the film while their minds were elsewhere.
She was also veering off in another direction. She was nervous about what she and Heather were finding out about the betting ring for Panic players, especially after learning that Luke was involved. And how she could sense in the pit of her stomach that Dodge is keeping something from her about what is also going on between Luke and himself.
In a daze, she felt his hand reaching for hers. His fingers grazed on her skin, both hands intertwine. Her body felt suddenly fizzy and warm.
"Are you gonna miss me?" Dodge asked suddenly.
"Don't be an idiot," she said, nudging him.
"I'm serious." He shifted, sitting closer and turning his shoulder to face her. "I'm gonna miss you so bad, Jo."
"Nothing bad's gonna happen, Dodge." Her words seem to soothe a part of him. Telling him that everything was going to be ok.
Josie felt a loud, cruel throb in her chest as if her heart were about to burst. She had been making an effort to avoid the possibility that they would part ways after the summer. She would be off for college, and Dodge could do whatever he wanted. She'll miss him more than words can express.
For a second, she didn't think. She just leaned in, closed her eyes, and kissed him.
Dodge kissed girls before but not like that. He often found it stressful to try to determine if he was doing it correctly or whether he was doing too much or too little. He never really cared about it until his first kiss with Josie. But with Josie, he forgot to think, or even breathe.
Their lips moved in sync. It was a kind of kiss that gave her body tingles and made her want more. He murmured her name, his voice hoarse with something more. His strong body pressed against hers. His firm hand firmly touched the small of her back, and his other moved to her neck, enticing her with the gentle warmth of his skin and attempting to draw her in. His mouth probed hers as her hands went through his hair, clutching on for dear life. She was simply there, inhaling the smell of him, of his lips, while the movie thudded softly in the background.
Then, abruptly, Dodge pulled away. "Wait," he said. "Wait."
Dodge drew back an inch, frowning. He sighed and stroked his hair with his fingertips. As soon as he stopped touching her, Josie yearned for his touch to come back.
"I can't..." Suddenly he looked different- changed, full of regret, like someone she barely knew. "I don't want to lie to you, Josie."
"I need you to back out from Panic."
She stiffened suddenly. "What are you talking about?"
"Please listen to me, Jo. Just trust me."
"How could I?" She grimaced, distrustfully. "You're not even telling me why."
"Did Natalie put you up to this?" Josie was shaking. "No, she didn't-" Dodge fends. "I completely forgot about your team up with her."
"That's not what this is about."
"-Well, then tell me what this is about."
"You don't want to know, Josie."
"Try me."
She was staring at him so intensely, Dodge could feel the warmth between them.
"I can't let you keep playing and I can't let you go to Joust because I have to. And if you're there, then I can't win." His throat tightened "And I have to. I have to win. I have to beat Luke. I'm not gonna let him get away with what he did to Dayna."
"Is this about what he did to the girl in the hit-and-run? Is this what you and your mom were talking about? Your plan?" Her words pondered through his head as those memories flash back into his brain like a slideshow. Dodge closes his eyes as he deeply exhaled, feeling defeated and seen by her. "Or you could tell me that I'm wrong." Josie wanted her to be wrong.
"I'm playing for revenge," Dodge says. "It's all Luke's fault and he's gonna pay for it."
She felt suddenly cold. The word revenge was so awful. Straight and sharp, like a knife.
"You can't just decide to do that, Dodge." Josie continues to stare at the blank state of the boy. She sighed to herself, cursing and feeling betrayed.
"But Luke can just decide to run over my sister and get away with it." His jaw clenched in rising anger. "He's walking around without a scratch on him. I just want to get even."
"So, what are we, Dodge? Just pawns to your little revenge plan?"
"I don't want to hurt anyone, Jo." He had tremble in his voice. "How am I sure of that?" Her icy words stung his chest. "Because I don't. But Luke is gonna get what he deserves." Dodge had the urge to take Josie's hand, but Josie was hugging herself tightly.
"You're scared." He says, observing her distant figure. "You're scared of me?"
She turned away from him. "I think I'm gonna need that drink now."
This was what he was trying to prevent. What he was relieving himself from. Dodge felt a pang in his chest as she looked at him with those eyes. He felt he was a monster. Maybe he was. Dodge wasn't like Dayna. He couldn't make peace with the past. He couldn't change his nature. He was out for vengeance, and he was going to get it. But everything came with a cost.
Exiting the car and giving her space, he retreated behind the food truck further beside the other cars. Leaning his head down the truck, he felt cold. The cold was washing through his whole body. He was freezing, confused and furious. He didn't feel like himself.
"Fuck off, Ray!" He turns toward the commotion coming from in between his and Bishop's car, recognizing Bishop's voice and the nauseating sight of Ray Hall.
When Ray saw the pair smitten with one another, he made the petty and cruel decision to mess with them. Calling out while banging on the car's window. Heather longed to strangle him while glaring scornfully at Ray, but the Hall boy seemed unbothered. She wouldn't even talk to him. He's got nothing to lose.
"I'm not gonna say I'm not surprised. I mean, if the son of the richest guy in town has a thing for me, I'll jump on that train." Regardless of Bishop being face to face with him, Ray gave a smug smirk. "Seeing how cozy you two were, I guess your daddy didn't pay for that one, didn't he Bishop?" He winks.
"Just fuck off, asshole."
Ironically looking up, grinning as he recognized her bossy tone, he fumes. "You seriously have got to mind your fucking business, Josie."
"Leave them alone, Ray."
"You don't get to tell me what to do." He points, intensely treading closer to Josie which Bishop immediately stood in her defense and harshly pushed Ray away. "Just get out of here, man."
He scoffs, biting the inside of his cheek. "Don't push me." He warns and dashed to push the boy with stronger force. Heather instantly ran out of the car as a fight is beginning to arise. Josie rushed to pull Bishop out from Ray's punches and stop him from giving some. From the corner of her eyes, she could spot others seeing the two boys shove each other repeatedly. Their grunts are getting louder and are gaining an audience.
"Woah!" The voice of the other Hall came into view. "What's going on here?"
"Tell your brother to leave us alone," Josie yelled.
"Feisty, there." Luke grinned down at her. It sent a chill down her spine as she looked at him now after Dodge's admission. It made her irk at him even more.
"Both of you dicks should just leave."
"Do you really want that, sweetheart?" Luke sniggered. Ray grabs Luke by the shoulder as he inches closer to Josie, telling him to just leave it. "You know I would've bet a lot of money on you. If only Ray wasn't around." He whispers.
Her hands formed a fist as she felt his fingers brush her arms and his other arm circling her waist. "Let go." He doesn't listen. "Let GO!" She punches him in the gut.
"What? I thought you liked that. You liked it before." Luke laughed, yelling out the last part for everyone to hear as more people gathered. Josie could hear Ray's pleas to his brother as Bishop tried to shield her away from Luke as she rages. "Your mom certainly did. You know what they say like mother like daughter."
That was the last straw.
Breaking free from Bishop, she darted toward Luke's smirking figure and punches him in the nose. Hard, strong, and straight. One is the first punch. Second, to make sure it hurt. The people around gasped, including Heather, Bishop, and Ray, seeing the blood rushing out of Luke's nose. The pain in her knuckles was excusable, satisfaction rose on her. The very pissed-off Luke retaliates, slapping the teenager hard and harshly. She could've sworn the slap echoed around the parking lot. Josie winced and groaned. The side of her face stung and a tear just fell from her right cheek.
It was lightning-like. Dodge suddenly rushes in to defend her, taking Luke by the shirt and delivering a clean blow to Luke's bloody face while dragging him away from Josie's position at the end.
He could feel it. The cold in Dodge's chest had turned into a hard fist. It was pounding on his ribs and trying to burst through his skin. As if all the anger and vengeance he was saving up for their confrontation on Joust were bursting at this very moment. Luke failed to fight back. His flailing arms could not stand a chance against Dodge. Dodge continued to attack. Punching and punching and punching the man continuously, not even giving him time to breathe. Dodge didn't care about the blood marking on his skin, the looks people were giving him, or the pain and numbness he was feeling on his knuckles. Ray tried to shove him off, but he didn't even flinch.
"Dodge. DODGE!" Josie shouts, running close to him. She grabs his shoulder trying to pull him away before he does something stupid. Something he might regret. "DODGE! Stop! You're gonna- DODGE, PLEASE!"
His trance was broken by her begging voice. His eyes scream in grief and despair as he stares at the bleeding Luke, his fist, and then her. Luke seized the opportunity to knock the Mason boy to the ground while he was off guard. With the advantage, he doesn't waste time pounding the boy in the face, arm, chest, or stomach. Josie froze in fear. The sound of Dodge writhing in agony and coughing blood caused her breathing to become erratic, and she began to shake with panic.
Luke caught him and wrapped his arms in a circle around Dodge's neck, strangling him. Ray ran up to Luke's side as his eyes grew wide. He shoved and shook his brother to get him to stop, but it was pointless. Menacingly staring at him dead straight, Luke gripped tighter at Dodge's neck, choking him and watching him slowly lose the life out of his eyes.
Josie took off running. Running towards Dodge's car, she ducked inside her purse the thing she thought could help. She needed to do something. Josie overheard Heather scream to Bishop to call the cops. Dodge's visions started to feel drowsy. His eyes began to turn red and his face pale. Her eyes widened, seeing Dodge's arms tap desperately and vindictively at Luke's arm to let him go before he took his last breath.
Click.
He didn't need to look. He didn't need her to say. As his breath stuck in the pit of his throat, he was trembling. Just one pull of the trigger, he'd be dead. Feeling the barrel settled patiently on his skull, Luke knew he needed to pull away.
"Easy, sweetheart."
"Let. Him. Go." Josie threatened, holding the gun down to his head.
As soon as Josie drew out the old revolver, the joyful applause quickly faded into frightened quiet, including Ray, who was tentatively holding out his hand as he moved forward.
Finally letting go of Dodge's neck, the Mason boy let out a desperate cry of air. Josie sighed in relief seeing him okay, squatting down on the ground, coughing, inhaling and exhaling. Still with the gun on his head, Luke laid out his arms up in surrender.
"Careful, sweetheart, you might hurt yourself."
"Oh, would I?"
BANG! She shot just right by Luke's foot which had the whole scenery duck down in fear including the nearby people flinching as she took the shot. Eyes darted, scowling on Luke, she points the gun back to him.
"If you do anything to him again, next time it's the head."
"Now for the last time, while I'm still being nice, fuck off!"
Sending her one last glare, Luke and the rest of his party got on their truck and drove off. Everyone else seemed to get the message, some driving off and others going back to watch the film that Josie never noticed was still playing in the background.
There was no joy left in the game. No lightness or humor at all. Panic, as far as Josie knew, had never been this serious. It had never been played with so much secretiveness, either. With everything that just happened in the past half hour, Josie didn't know what to do. But she knew that this is more than just their game now. None of them was safe. No more. Never again. At last, she realized too that despite everything, the game was still ongoing. And that she had just lost.
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I know he's losing in the Kinkmas votes but, if we could get any reader x Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (WSS) I would love it and I know a lot of the fandom would, too. There's very little fics out there anymore for WSS.
Day 10 of Kinkmas: After The Dance With Riff
pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader
warning: hickeys, protected sex, hickeys, riding
Y/N’s POV
There’s 2 weeks until the homecoming dance and I don’t have a date, which I really don’t care if I don’t because I rather stay home anyway watching TV, read books, or do my homework, like I normally do on a Saturday night.
One day, Michael Tamblyn, also known as, Riff, asks me to go to the homecoming dance, which I got so excited about because he’s the kindest and sweetest (to me) boy I’ve ever met.
Yes, I’m in the Jets but the reason why I’m in it because I met Debby in English 1 and she introduced me to the Jets. They told me that another gang name Sharks are dangerous, I’ve met María and her brother’s girlfriend they are so sweet and I try to treat them like they treat me and they appreciate it.
When I met Riff, I fell in love, but I can’t believe that he asks me to go to the dance.
When Riff picked me up we picked up some other jets including their girlfriends. We arrive at the school and the gymnasium looks pretty decorated! Riff holds my hand and takes me to the dance floor to dance. We begin to dance and our friends join in, I feel someone bump into me, I turn my head to see Velma and her date, I get excited to see them and Velma and I do this little hand gesture to each other, Riff turns us around and continues to dance but I’m hugging him while we dance.
I look around and see Tony, I tape Riff on the shoulder and he looks behind him and he sees Tony. We walk up to him and we let him join where the jets are at but he wanted to walk around.
Some of the Sharks come in the gymnasium doors, I already know what’s coming. I see María, I give her a little smile, We made an agreement that we would make little gestures to each other but we will make them not that obvious.
Riff and I kept on dancing and apparently Riff bumps into someone and then it turned into world war three, everyone yelling at each other, Riff screaming at the Shark in front of us and him holding close to me, I wanted to leave but we all hear a whistle and everyone payed attention to whoever blew the whistle.
The judge kept on telling us to behave, have you ever met Riff, he doesn’t behave at all. We do the dance but things go overboard, we ignore his orders so we danced on our own, it was so fun.
After the dance, Riff and I went somewhere, we went to West Point, where people go to make out. When we got there, he gets into the back seat and we start to make out. He gets my straps of my dress off my shoulders and he kisses my neck, I moan. He begins to give me hickeys which made me moan again. I get on top of him and begin to give him some hickeys, he holds me tight to keep me in place.
After a while, clothes on the car floor, moaning in the car, and the car is kinda rocking. Riff is going in and out of me. We’re protected don’t worry! I get on top of Riff and start to ride him. I can hear him groaning, I can hear other people screaming and groaning which makes me go faster, Riff sits up and kisses my chest.
After us making out, we get back home and my parents almost killed me because of the hickeys that Riff gave me but I don’t care, he’s so good to me that I sometimes forget that he’s done that to me before.
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riff x short!latina!reader who has a very heavy accent and is extremely shy. riff and her are secretly dating and he teases her a lot and it's all cute and fluff? ty, love ur writing!
i’ve missed writing for riff 🥲
female reader x riff
warnings: none
Confidential Couple
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“good afternoon, riff.” Y/N said in her thick puerto rican accent, meeting up with him in a secluded alleyway.
riff looked up from lighting his cigarette. “hey Y/N, how’s my lady feeling today?”
“good. and you?”
“my day has gotten a whole hell of a lot better now that you’re here.” riff replied.
riff and Y/N both knew how bizarre of a partnership their relationship was. gringos weren’t supposed to like puerto ricans, and vice versa. especially when riff is the leader of the jets, infamously known for being overprotective of their territory.
Y/N and riff met completely on accident. one day, riff stumbled across a group of puerto rican men beating up on a girl who he believed to be white at first. when he scared the men away and saw that the girl was, in fact, not white, he felt the need to help her anyway. normally, in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have helped. but she seemed different than all the girls he’d been betrayed by in the past. she carried herself differently, and riff took note of that right away.
riff tried not to become friends with Y/N. and Y/N tried not to become friends with riff. she was extremely shy, and she didn’t want to let her walls down for riff. when Y/N mentioned to him that it was a regular occurrence for the group of older men to beat her up, riff couldn’t help but feel remorse for her. that was a weird feeling for him, as he had never truly experienced it before, especially with a puerto rican girl. given her inherited introverted nature, riff wanted to keep the men that hurt Y/N at bay for as long as possible.
riff tried his hardest to avoid Y/N because he knew if any of the jets saw him anywhere near a puerto rican, he’d practically be exiled. however, something about her kept drawing him back. maybe it was because he desperately craved an escape from living his life as a gang leader. whatever it may be, as more and more time passed, the more often he found himself with Y/N. eventually, a casual friendship developed into a secret romance.
riff opened his arm to give Y/N a hug. given her small stature, she rested her head just below his shoulder in the hug, and riff reached down to reciprocate it.
“what would you like to do today?” Y/N asked, pulling away.
“not like we can go many places, right?” riff replied, taking a puff from his cigarette.
Y/N loved her relationship with riff, despite hating how secretive it had to be. she completely understood why he needed to keep it a secret, it was just a downside to falling in love with a gang leader.
she shrugged in response, looking down.
“you’re extra quiet today, what’s wrong?” riff asked bluntly, stepping closer to her.
“i’m always quiet, riff.”
he laughed and ruffled her hair playfully. “i know that, i just thought you seemed even more quiet than usual, that’s all.”
Y/N shrugged. “i know, i just wish we could do more together. i wish we didn’t have to hide.”
riff sighed, rubbing her shoulders with his hands. “i know girly girl, but it’s safer for the both of us if we keep it a secret. my boys find out, i’m dead. your people find out, you’re dead. the more secretive we are, the better.”
Y/N looked down, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “we can still have fun today.”
after more discussing, the couple decided on playing card games, eating snacks, and resting for the whole day at riff’s place.
riff’s hang out spot was an abandoned train car in the junkyard. he had set up a small table and a bed for him to rest on. for him, it was home. Y/N liked the simplicity of his “house”. she wasn’t into everything lavish and grand.
Y/N couldn’t decide if riff let her win at cards over and over again, or if she was actually really good at them. but, she also figured riff would actually play every so often so she would lose, and riff could tease her about being bad at cards. regardless of the outcome, she enjoyed this valuable time with him.
after a few hours into one of their last games, riff sat up in his spot, holding up a finger that silenced Y/N.
“riff, what-”
“shhh!” he interrupted, listening. Y/N sunk back in her chair a bit.
then, she heard it too. it was the sound of footsteps growing closer and closer to riff’s train car.
“shit,” riff started, standing up. “you gotta hide.”
“hide, seriously?” she whispered back.
“yes, i mean it. these people will not approve of you, and i don’t want them to hurt you, now hide!”
Y/N scrambled to find a sufficient spot to hide in riff’s small abode. suddenly, she realized there was just enough space under his bed for her to hide.
“go, go!” riff said, helping her under the bed. when she disappeared, he sat quietly at his table when a knock sounded on the metal outside his home. Y/N held her breath, trying to keep anxious tears from spilling out of her eyes.
“who is it?” riff asked monotonously.
“a-rab and tiger.”
riff lit a cigarette and took a quick puff. “come in.”
they stepped into his train car and looked around. “who were you talking to in here, riff?” a-rab asked.
riff kept the cigarette he was smoking resting on his lips. “no one.”
“so you were talking to yourself?” tiger asked, not believing riff for a second.
“yes.” riff said coldly, with a sharp “s”.
a-rab squinted at him, before smiling playfully. “you hidin’ a girl here, riff?”
“no.”
“then how ‘bout we have a look around?” asked tiger.
“not like you can even look around much, this is a small place.” riff replied.
meanwhile, Y/N watched the feet from outside the bed walk past multiple times, and it took all of her energy to not make a noise. she was frightened of riff’s friends.
she watched as a pair of shoes stopped in front of the bed, and before she knew it, a pair of eyes that weren’t riff’s caught sight of Y/N. she snapped her own eyes shut, hoping that if she didn’t see him, he wouldn’t see her.
“oh tiger, i think i found something.”
“a lady?” tiger asked, bending down to take a look.
“yep, riff’s hiding a lady.”
“and for good reason too,” riff started harshly. “there’s a reason she had to hide when she heard you two. she doesn’t want anything to do with you.”
“we just want to meet the lucky gal.” tiger said.
“no means no, tiger. now leave.” riff said with a very stern tone.
tiger and a-rab exchanged looks, before going on either side of the makeshift bed and lifting it to the side before riff could stop them.
tiger and a-rab gawked at the sight before them. “woah.” they both saw that Y/N was puerto rican, and not white like they had expected. she had light tear marks on her face.
Y/N looked up to the men and saw their confused, angry, and hurt faces before backing herself as close to the wall as possible.
“you assholes!” riff yelled, storming over to the two jets.
“riff, what the hell is this?” tiger asked.
“how could you do this to the jets? how could you betray us like this?” a-rab continued. “she’s puerto rican!”
“you guys didn’t have to see this. i kept this a secret for a reason. you guys stormed in here and did your own thing, and now we’re all angry. you two need to leave. as your leader, that is an order.” riff yelled, stepping closer to the boys.
Y/N watched the scene unfold in front of her in horror. tiger turned to her, and began to speak. “what have you done to riff?” he started. “he used to be like us. what kind of puerto rican witch shit did you do to make him like you?”
Y/N froze, trying to find words. she stuttered as more slow tears fell out of her eyes. she hated that she was so shy.
“look, she can’t even speak when spoken to, lousy pig!” a-rab yelled.
“hey!” riff yelled again, pushing the boys towards the opening of his train car. “the only person that gets to say anything about Y/N, positive or negative, is me, you hear? now scram before i take a chain to your head.”
he pushed them again and they ran out, not looking back. riff watched as they ran far away.
riff whipped his head around and saw Y/N crying on the floor. he walked over to her, sat down next to her, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. she leaned her head in and rested her head on his chest, and riff kissed the top of her head.
“i’m sorry, Y/N. i’m so, so sorry.” riff said quietly, gently rubbing her arm.
Y/N lifted her head up and looked at riff. he turned his head so his eyes met hers. “i was scared, that’s all. i guess this crying is a little over dramatic, isn’t it?” she said, laughing a bit.
riff wiped her tears away. “yeah, it is.” he teased.
Y/N giggled, and riff laughed back. “i’m kidding, you handled it just fine. i’m happy they didn’t do anything to you.”
the two sat comfortably together until Y/N fully calmed down. when she did, they stood up, and riff looked down on her. he held her hands in his own for a moment, and then he let go of one and placed it on the side of her face, tilting her head up so she looked at him.
“you know, i always forget how short you are.” riff whispered.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “riff, ni siquiera vayas allí. don’t even go there.”
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Morals: Riff Lorton
Masterlist
Notes: Sorry if I don’t update that fast.
Warnings: Sexual assault, violence, swearing, explicit smut
Update: This used to be a Y/n story but I decided I’m going to change the name to Lily, so if you see any stray ‘y/n’s that I forgot to edit out, please lmk. Thank you so much and enjoy!
Chapters
Chapter 1 ✔️
Chapter 2 ✔️
Chapter 3 ✔️
Chapter 4 ✔️
Chapter 5 ✔️
Chapter 6 ✔️
Chapter 7 ✔️
Chapter 8 ✔️
Chapter 9🔜
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A Good Distraction 18+
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Mike always took his work seriously. When he wasn’t at rehearsals or filming, he would be working on his character or running lines with me. Even now, Mike finally has a break between projects and he’s sitting on the couch, reading a new script he found. I was doing my best to not be annoyed by it but I was looking forward to having time together.
“Any good?” I asked, gesturing to the script as I took a seat on the chair next to him.
He glanced up at me briefly, “too early to tell.” His brows were furrowed together as his eyes quickly scanned across the pages. He moved his hand to head, running his fingers through his hair like he usually does when he's deep in thought and let out a sigh. “The characters are good but this plot…” he trailed off.
“Let me guess,” I leaned back further into my chair, “you’ll need to read it a few more times.” I took his silence as confirmation and let out a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be off?”
Mike looked over at me, “I am off.” I instinctually rolled my eyes as he continued, “Y/N, I really gotta get through this. As soon as I’m done, I promise I’m all yours.” He smiled at me and turned his attention back to the script.
I stood up from the chair, defeated. This is the first time in months that we’re both actually off at the same time and he’s reading a damn script. I went to our bedroom and began pacing in thought. How can I get his mind off of work? An idea struck and I quickly changed out of my pyjamas, putting on his favourite pair of my red lace panties and one of his shirts. I smirked as I took in my reflection in the mirror, pulling my hair out of the messy bun and letting it fall past my shoulders. The plan was set and I was sure it would work.
I made my way back into the living room, “Do you want a coffee?” I asked, walking past where he sat on the couch, making sure to sway my hips as I did. I saw him sit up out of the corner of my eye and I did my best to conceal a smile.
“What are you doing?” He asked, eyeing me suspiciously before looking me up and down.
“Going to make coffee,” I called back over my shoulder, laughing. “Was that not obvious?” I set up the keurig and made myself a cup before returning to the living room. I took a seat on the chair and crossed my legs, picking up a book from the side table and pretending to read.
“It’s not going to work,” He hummed, his attention back on the script.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mused back.
“You’re about as subtle as a sledgehammer.”
I tossed my book at him, which he caught with ease, letting out a laugh. I made my way over to where he was sitting and grabbed the script from his hands. He watched my movements, annoyance all over his face. I flipped through the pages, quickly before tossing it down beside him. I positioned myself so I was straddling his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck. He turned his head away from me and moved his arms to rest on the back of the couch.
“I told you,” he smirked, “It’s not going to work.” I pouted up at him before moving my lips to his neck, planting sloppy kisses. “C’mon babe,” he groaned.
“What do you care,” I mumbled between kisses, “I thought it wasn’t going to work?” I looked up at him smirking and we briefly made eye contact before he reached over and grabbed the script. I let out a groan in frustration, “Mike, please? I missed you.”
“I’m right here,” he gave me one of his award winning smiles. I pouted again in response, making him chuckle slightly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, baby.” He moved his free hand to rest on my hip as he gripped the script in the other.
“Fine,” I said, making his eyebrows raise again. “I can make plans with a friend,” I pulled myself up and grabbed my phone, “do you think Y/M/F/N is free?” I knew this would bother him the most and I watched his eyes go darker. Y/M/F/N and I had been friends since we were little but for some reason he was the only person Mike would ever get jealous of. I started to dial as I walked down the hallway to our room but I had no real intention of calling.
“You better be going to put some clothes on first!” He yelled after me, I could hear the seriousness arise in his tone.
“Oh c’mon, where’s the fun in that?” I yelled back, laughing. It didn’t take long before Mike was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and I tried not to smile at the stern look on his face. “Besides, I already tried to get your attention and like you said, It won’t work.” Within seconds his hands were gripping my hips and I let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden contact.
“Well you have my attention now,” his eyes were clouded with lust and I felt him guide me backwards towards our bed. “The question is,” he sat down on the edge, “now that you have it, what will you do with it.” I smiled down at him, standing between his legs and ran my fingers through his hair.
I leaned down and connected our lips together. His hands found the shirt I was wearing and he gripped it, pulling me closer. Our tongues fought for dominance until Mike bit my lip causing me to moan, letting him take control.
“Hey,” I whined, pulling away slightly, “that’s not fair!”
“Since when do you care about fairness?” He chuckled, “You’re the one walking around half naked, just begging for me to grab you.”
“I’m not begging!”
He let out a laugh, “No, you’re just dressed like this,” I felt his fingers brush against my panties and my breathing hitched, “hoping I wouldn’t notice.” I could feel myself starting to get wet. His voice lowered, “you should be happy baby, you’re getting what you want.” He attached his lips to my neck and I moaned.
“I’ll be happy when you start using me,” I smirked down at him. He roughly grabbed my ass and I shrieked.
“Always so impatient.” Mike tossed me onto the bed beside him. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he removed his shirt and then pants. “That’s too bad though, because I plan on teasing you.”
He climbed on top of me, connecting our lips again, briefly. His mouth moved down my body, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all the way down to my panty lines. His fingers looped the sides and dragged them down my legs. I felt his finger trail along my folds, and I tried to hide my moans.
“You’re so wet for me baby,” he smiled down at me. He began to place kisses on my folds making me squirm, licking till he found my sweet spot.
“Mike,” I moaned, “please?”
He stopped to look at me before standing up, “You close already, babe? I don’t want you tiring out on me yet,” he winked. He pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang free, I licked my lips at the sight. I looked up to see him smirking, watching my mouth. Our eyes met and he nodded lightly. I immediately sat up and positioned myself at the edge of the bed, bringing his cock to my lips. Mike ran his hands through my hair, pulling it gently. I began to place light kisses all along his length, making him groan in frustration. “I get it, you’re teasing me back now.”
“Sorry, baby,” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, giggling. I took his cock into my mouth, deepthroating him. I bobbed my head on his dick, the sounds of Mike’s moans filled the room. I started to feel him throb, so I slowed down to a stop and slowly pulled my lips off of him. “As much as I love to suck you, I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Oh yeah?” Mike asked, pushing me down on the bed. I nodded in response and he placed a light kiss on my lips.
Without warning, Mike slammed his cock into my pussy causing us both to moan out. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size, ripping his shirt off my body. He slowly began to fuck me, bucking his hips deep. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I began to match his movements.
“That’s my girl,” he grunted, picking up his speed. My nails dug into his back, I’m sure leaving marks. I wrapped my legs around him, deepening our movements. He sped up and I became a moaning mess. “I love fucking you,” He leaned down and we made out as he continued to pound me. “I want you cum for me, sweet heart.”
“I’m so close, Mike.” I could feel my thighs shaking.
“Cum, now.” His voice became harsh and I did as he said. I moaned out as I covered his cock in my juices. He pulled out of me and stood at the bottom of the bed. I felt him slide two fingers in me and I let out another moan. “Fuck babe, you’re soaked.” I looked up to see him smirking down at me, looking proud of how much damage he’d done. His hand was gripping his cock, rubbing gently.
“You made me feel so good,” I giggled out, “but you still need to cum. I sat up and positioned myself in front of his dick. “Maybe you could fuck my mouth?” I asked, looking up through my eye lashes.
“You want me to?” He asked, running his thumb over my lip. I nodded back and he smirked down at me, “open wide, beautiful”
I opened my mouth and he positioned his cock inside. He began to thrust, making me gag on his size. I could feel my eyes begin to water and his grip on my hair tighten, I knew he was close. I reached up and lightly massaged his balls, earning a growl from Mike. I looked up at him and we made eye contact just before I felt him explode in my mouth. He pulled out and I happily swallowed his load.
”You really are so beautiful,” he told me, crawling onto the bed next to me. He pulled me close to his chest and placed a kiss on my forehead. I looked up at him and started giggling. “What’s so funny?”
“I won,” I smiled up at him, confusion was all over his face. “You said my distraction wouldn’t work.” Realisation washed over him and he smiled before placing a kiss on my head.
“You’re a good distraction,” He winked and then began to smirk at me. He hopped out of the bed, “But thanks for reminding me, I’ve got more reading to do.”
“Mike,” I groaned in annoyance, watching him slip a pair of sweatpants on.
“You rest up,” he said walking to the doorway. “Round 2 in 1 hour,” he paused to wink at me before running back to the couch. “Timer starting now!”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I wrapped myself in the blanket and waited for what felt like the longest hour ever.
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