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lovingmusicalmen · 1 year

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Riff + "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?? x

I rewatched WSS today and ngl it feels good to return to writing Riff

Still accepting blurb requests! - Open to new characters!!

Fluff 5 - " I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn"

"You know, normally people actually... you know dance at a dance, girly girl."

Y/N smiled shyly at her friend. Riff had come over to where she had huddled herself into the corner of the gym, hoping to let the eyes of her peers pass over her. She should've known Riff wouldn't be able to do that, considering it was he who had spent the better part of the last few weeks trying to convince her to take a night off of work to attend the dance.

"I'm just having a drink," Y/N lifted the cup of punch to emphasise her point. Something fluttered in her chest at the slight eye roll it garnered from Riff, who folded his arms and leaned against the wall beside her.

"Well I'm sure by now you're nice and hydrated and ready to take the dance floor by storm, right doll?" He teased, eyebrows raising.

Y/N chuckled, forcing herself to look away from his eyes, determined not to get caught out staring. It was just... it was rare to see Riff in a state of such - for lack of a better term - cleanliness. Y/N was used to seeing her friend covered in paint or dust from his scuffles with both his fellow Jets and the Sharks.

And the jacket he was wearing this evening didn't have a single hole ripped into it. A shocking feat, if you were to ask Y/N.

Basically, what she was trying to say was that Riff cleaned up well. And Y/N wasn't really sure how to respond to that.

"I don't have a partner," Y/N denied, pretending to find something particularly interesting about the wood patterning of the gym floor, tracing the lines with the toe of her shoe. Anything to avoid the disbelieving look Riff was directing towards her.

"That's a load of horseshit," Riff finally burst out with a scoff. Y/N risked a glance at his blue eyes just in time to watch him roll them yet again. "I'm right here, girly girl. Aren't I?"

And... yes. Y/N supposed Riff was right there. For almost a month now she and her childhood friend had been skirting the borders between friendship and... something more. Stemming from a night of too much stolen beer, where they had ended up stealing away from the Jets - not overly secretively, if their whoops and hollers were anything to go by at the time - and Riff had pressed her up against a wall in an alleyway and-

Well... Y/N could feel the heat crawling up her neck at the memory and she suppressed a shiver.

Since then, things had changed between them. Riff would walk her home from work more often, he'd pull her onto his lap when they were talking, he'd wind an arm around her waist if he thought she was getting a little too comfortable with any of the other Jets.

A couple more stolen kisses here and there, too. But Riff hadn't said anything. Hadn't done anything to indicate that he actually wanted something more than... the casual-more-than-friendship thing that they had going on.

At least, that had been true up until he had started harassing her about coming to the dance. And if the intense look he was giving her was anything to go by, Y/N was getting the feeling that had been Riff trying to make it.. something official.

Though, Y/N had apparently taken too long to formulate a response to Riff's blatant invite. Because the leader was clearing his throat, pushing himself more upright and it was he avoiding her eyes now. Y/N could have sworn she saw a dusting of pink across his cheeks.

"Or - I mean I'm sure any of the Jets would dance with you if you asked. No need to have one partner."

Riff went as though to move away, but Y/N reached out to catch her fingers in his sleeve before he could get too far.

"I didn't mean it like that," she whispered. Riff cocked his head to the side, questioning. "I do want to dance with you, Jet Boy. I promise. It's just... I don't really know how to dance?" She offered, forcing herself to meet Riff's eyes.

A slow smirk made its way across his face, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he showed his amusement. And then Riff plucked the cup out of her hand, placing it on a nearby table and presenting Y/N with his hand in a dramatic flourish that had Y/N grinning.

"It's never too late to learn, girly girl."

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sl-newsie · 4 months

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Normal people: look up an actor to see what other shows they've been in

Me: sees a hot character and immediately researches for fanfiction about them

It's an instinct now.

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metalheads-trash-bin · 3 months

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!!WAPOW!!

I love gay men especially that metal fuck he makes me UGHHHH

This issss another scene from my fliff fanfic! Enjoy a taste of what’s to come <3

Fun fact: the image on the computer is my Fliff playlist on spotify!

Read the fic below!!

See this shit in HD on my insta: _.metalheads.trash.bin._!!

I want Riff sloppy style right on that bed-

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auspicious-manner · 10 months

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welcome back! just some simple domestic fluff with mike faist and famous reader! get to this whenever you feel like it! lots of love<3

thank you for the kindness! <3

i’ve missed writing for mike! also have you guys seen the new challengers trailer AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!! i have a few challengers themed mike stories in my inbox/drafts, so expect those somewhat soon ;)

also it’s been a long time since i’ve written a fluff fic, so sorry if this sucks lol

fem reader x mike faist

warnings: anxiety and mentions of depression

Worthy

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you loved nearly everything about your life. being an actress, singer, and now a writer has given you more confidence than anything else.

you started as an actress. ever since you were little, you would put on shows for your entire family with costumes and scripts. they weren’t simple either; you would perform full dramatic monologues, emotional scenes, and romantic moments with your stuffed animals. your mom didn’t have to hesitate putting you into acting classes.

into your teen years, you booked commercials and small roles in children’s shows. then, right when you turned eighteen, you got your big break when you gained a major role in a movie alongside some of hollywood’s biggest stars, directed by none other than steven spielberg.

from there, business offers and acting gigs flew in. everything seemed to be happening all at once. it was all so overwhelming. but fame is what you wanted, right?

that’s what you thought, at least. as a child, you glamorized the picturesque hollywood starlight life. you wanted everything from the glitz to the glam. you didn’t realize that being famous came with this sense of dread that one wrong move could end your entire career. you felt unworthy of being in the spotlight all the time. so, in order to keep those intrusive thoughts from rearing their ugly heads, you kept so busy that not even a single thought could even cross your mind.

you knew you could sing, and you began writing songs and releasing music. you even went on a north american tour. then, when the tour slowed down, you wrote a novel. you kept so busy that you lost track of who you really were. what you felt you were meant to do.

sure, you had success and had more connections and fans than anyone could dream of. but what did it matter when you felt so alone?

you began closing yourself off. the limelight was making you anxious, and you couldn’t bring yourself to be seen in public in the state you were in. it all felt so hopeless. you considered living of the grid and going incognito in order to escape the expectations placed on you. for months, you stayed as hidden as possible, and it only made things worse.

being a long time friend of steven spielberg at this point, he sent you a personal invite to the premiere his new film west side story. you almost threw the invite in the trash. the thought of going out on a red carpet again and seeing all of these faces with bright, flashing cameras was out of the equation for you. yet, you missed the feeling of being dolled up. you missed feeling pretty.

when the big night came, seeing yourself in the dress that you had picked out didn’t feel real. you felt like you and not you all at the same time. your mind was conflicted; you knew the glam of hollywood was what made you happy, but since it had been so long since you have felt that way, you felt oddly out of body.

it was a long, off white dress with a leg slit and a completely open back. the dress had sleeves that stopped just below your shoulders, and it hugged your body tightly but not uncomfortably. your wavy hair fell onto your shoulders neatly in a half up half down, your curtain bangs framing your face. for the makeup, you tried to keep it relatively natural, and you didn’t want to draw too many eyes. you paired the look with some heels and a purse.

looking in the mirror, you tried your hardest to feel positive. you looked beautiful, you felt beautiful, yet something still felt wrong. maybe it was because you had no one by your side if you got anxious. as far as you knew, you would know one person there.

the car sent to pick you up took you on a ride through new york as your heart rate quickened. when you arrived at the scene, the bright lights and red carpet gave you chills.

after walking into the crowd, it didn’t take long to find steven. he pulled you aside into a fatherly hug. it felt good to be near someone as familiar as him.

“Y/N, long time no see!” he said excitedly as you hugged him.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you replied, pulling away.

“what have you been up to? knowing you, i’m sure it’s something great!”

you smiled, trying to create a facade. “oh, you know, a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” you said while nervously laughing. you couldn’t tell steven spielberg that you’ve been in a slump and that the most productive part of your day is waking up and making something to eat.

“i’m excited to see whatever you have up your sleeve,” he said, going to your side and taking your arm. “now, there’s someone i’d like you to meet.”

he guided you through the crowds, and you kept close to him. everything was becoming overwhelming.

you approached a man with his back turned to you. “Y/N, meet mike faist. you two could have a lot to talk about.”

the man turned around, and the first thing you noticed about him was that his eyes seemed to be glowing. they were brighter and bluer than anything you’d ever seen. they were absolutely stunning. upon further inspection, you realized that you recognized him from the posters for the movie, and knew he was playing riff.

he smiled at you, almost as enthralled with you as you were with him. he held out a hand, and you took it gently to shake it. you hoped he didn’t feel the sweat building on your palms. “Y/N L/N, it’s lovely to meet you.”

you grew flustered. “how’d you know my last name?”

mike looked taken aback. “doesn’t everyone?” your smile fell slightly, and mike noticed. “i’m a big fan of your work. your songs, your movies, and i recently started reading your book too. you’re amazing at everything you do.”

steven patted your shoulder before walking away, leaving you with mike. mike had a presence about him that made you feel welcomed and seen. it’s been a while since you felt that way.

“so, mike, what else have you been in?” you asked, wanting to know more about his work. he knew so much about yours, and you felt a little embarrassed that you didn’t know more about him.

he smiled and looked down. “i was a newsie in newsies on broadway, and i covered jack kelly. i played connor murphy in dear evan hansen on broadway, i was in a tv show called panic, and a lot of other stage and film work.”

you nodded, squinting your eyes slightly. “you know, i’ve seen both of those shows on broadway, and i didn’t realize until just now that that was you.”

he laughed. “am i not memorable?”

you giggled in return. “i don’t think it’s that. i just think i’m missing a little part of my brain.”

you and mike continued to talk about your respective careers. you noticed that he was so easy to talk to, and that he listened to and hung onto every word that you would say. it gave you butterflies, and you wondered what was wrong with you.

sadly, you remembered you’re at mike’s movie premiere and he had to do interviews and talk to other people besides you. you could tell he wanted to stay with you, but knew he had other obligations. before he left, he said, “we’ll see each other again before the night is through.”

you’ve had plenty of men try and charm you, with the efforts always falling flat. you’re no stranger to keeping your feelings under control and learning to not date in hollywood. it was too easy to be played by the wrong guys. but, your heart was telling you something different about mike. he made you more nervous and giddy than anyone else ever had and you barely knew him. you started to forget about the fact that you’ve been a hermit battling with your mental health for the last few months.

you caught up with a few old friends from the industry that you had recognized in the crows before it was time to go to a private screening of the film.

you watched as everyone funneled into seats in the theater next to their plus ones and friends. you stood back, scoping the area for empty seats. you felt frozen as all the seats seemed to fill.

“follow me,” a voice said close to your ear before taking your hand and walking with you down the rows of seats. you noticed it was mike and you smiled to yourself.

he took you close to the screen, but not too close, and sat down with you. you sighed. “thanks for saving me back there, i was getting stressed.”

mike tilted his head. “you’re from around here. you’re used to red carpets and screenings, aren’t you? i didn’t think this would stress out someone as experienced as you.”

he was right, it shouldn’t have stressed you out. you were so used to hiding away for so long that this all felt new to you again like it did when you were eighteen.

mike noticed your expression change, and he turned to you. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said anything. but you’re worrying me a bit, is everything okay?”

you tried to brush it off. “i’m fine now, really. crowds just get me anxious-”

“i’m not just talking about tonight,” mike said, leaning in towards you. “the world has caught onto your unprecedented disappearance from the public eye. that can never mean anything good. are you sure you’re okay?”

you bit your lip, holding back tears. it was one thing to keep everything to yourself and pack it away and never confront what you’re actually going through, but to hear someone else say it put it into perspective for you. you had completely lost track of your vision and goal in life. you had lost track of you.

mike put his hand on your leg comfortingly, taking the silence and the glossy tears hidden in your eyes as a sign that you weren’t okay. the silent support he sent was exactly what you needed in that moment. a stranger was the person you least expected to comfort you.

before you could both think to say anything else, steven appeared at the front of the crowd and gave a speech, followed by the showing of the movie. every time mike appeared on the screen, you got chills. he was amazing. his performance made you hate riff yet feel some kind of empathy for him. that was due to mike’s spellbinding performance.

occasionally, you would feel mike’s eyes glance at you when important scenes came up. it’s almost as if he wanted to see your reaction. he wanted your approval.

then, after two and a half short hours, the movie ended, and the theater erupted in applause. everyone stood on their feet and you did the same, small tears running down your cheeks. you looked at mike, and his smile dropped when he saw you.

“why are you crying?” he asked.

you sniffled. “it was so amazing. you were so amazing.”

mike turned red, and he reached down to envelope you in probably the best hug you’ve ever had. he had the widest grin, and it wasn’t just from the movie.

you and mike traded numbers, and from that night on, you became inseparable.

mike awoke something in you that hadn’t been seen in a long time. he made you feel inspired at motivated and comfortable. you hid yourself away from the world in fear that the public would turn on you, twist your words into something far from the truth. mike dispelled those feelings for you; you felt like yourself again around him.

after the night at the premiere, mike made the first move in wanting to talk to you. you face timed each other for hours each night, staying awake into the early hours of the morning just talking about anything and everything.

you went out for a coffee date a week after the premiere, and it seemed clear to both of you that there was more to be discovered than just a friendship.

as you were walking through central park with mike, keeping your head slightly down as to not attract any unwanted eyes, you boldly brushed your hand against his, letting it linger for a moment. his hand moved away, but creeped back into place when he realized what you were doing. he slowly grazed his finger tips against yours as he walked, and he reached his fingers out and your hand fit neatly into his. you continued to hold hands for the rest of your walk.

when you arrived back at your apartment, you both sat down on the couch, your bodies turned inwards to face each other.

“i feel like i’ve know you my whole life, but its only been a week,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes.

mike smiled lightly. “i’ve never clicked this fast with anyone.”

you both paused, and mike hesitated before he spoke again. “can i ask you a question?”

you nodded, and he went on.

“there’s always been so much speculation about your love life in the media, and dating rumors and whatnot. i don’t like believing anything the media says, but i want to hear it straight from you.”

you smiled to yourself. the media liked to pull things that weren’t actually there and make up stories for fun. you’ve never actually had a real date since you’ve been in the business, let alone a relationship.

“i haven’t found anyone worthy yet.”

mike nodded, scooting closer to you. you could tell he was aiming to put his arm around you, but hesitated to see your reaction. you leaned in, telling him without words that it was okay, and he rested his arm around your shoulder as you laid close to each other. you immediately felt comfortable under his arm.

“i admire you, Y/N. i always have. i like that you know what you want, and that you know yourself. that’s a really great quality to have.”

you blushed, but your happiness faltered. you leaned your head back on his arm. “yeah, i guess. too bad i haven’t felt that way recently.”

mike looked at you, frowning. “why? if you don’t mind me asking.”

you weren’t typically the one to open up quickly to strangers. but mike felt different. he wasn’t going to judge, or make you feel bad about yourself. he was comforting.

“i’ve hid myself away from the world because i’m scared. i’m so insanely scared of messing up and having the whole world turn on me. so, i did the only thing i could think to do. i locked myself away in hopes that it would help,” you giggled nervously. “it didn’t do shit.”

you were smiling at your own misfortune, but mike stayed somber. “i’m sorry, Y/N, that’s awful.”

you shrugged. “yeah, but i did it to myself.”

mike sat up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you froze under his touch. “the world needs your brilliance. don’t be afraid, there’s so many people ready to guide you and protect you from anyone trying to take you down. i’m here for you, i promise.”

you bit your lip, unable to say words. mike was so incredibly kind. all you could do was whisper a thank you.

mike put his arm back around you, and you leaned into the couch together. “if there’s anything i can do to help, let me know,” he said quietly.

you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. “you already have.”

mike smiled, turning red. “you’re cute.”

you felt complete. you hadn’t known mike for that long, but he filled a part of your soul that had been gone for a while. he made you feel liked again when you couldn’t like yourself.

you sat up and looked at him. your faces were only a few inches apart. at the same time, you leaned in, and your lips grazed each other before interlocking. it felt euphoric.

you pulled away, remaining close, and you smiled at each other. “you’re the most talented person i’ve ever met,” you whispered to him.

mike lightly placed his hand under your chin. “that means a lot coming from you. i love everything you do.”

you leaned in again, feeling your old self coming back again. you felt renewed. mike made you feel like the star you are again.

you rested your forehead on his. “thank you.”

mike tilted his head slightly. “for what?”

“for making me feel worthy again.”

mike smiled lightly, then gave you a short but sweet kiss. “never forget that you’re beautiful and wanted.”

a small tear escaped your eye. mike was everything you needed. you almost felt in denial that someone like him could be making you feel this way because you were so used to men not valuing you. you were moving fast with mike, but it felt right. you were never one to believe in love at first sight, but this was pretty damn close.

you leaned into his side again, and his hand rested on the back of your head. you could get used to this.

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brights-place · 2 months

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WAZZAP‼️ I was wondering if you could do a Riff x king of metal NSFW? like the readers like huge, but not like human size, you know what I mean, but like larger than the average troll. And he’s like really dominant and crap :33 (if you can’t do Riff, then you could totally do Barb also, I’m sorry for this being so specific I just love Riff☕️)

-U B E L🦴

Riff X Metal! S/O NSFW

Pairings: Riff X Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Cursing

A/N: Riff is so UEGHHVWUEHAJVIPM enjoy this NSFW post I have for all of you Riff fans like me! I wrote this at 2:15am Yall! And I was sleepy

Your tall figure stood before Riff who blushed yo towards his partner who’s bat wings slowly expanded while you smirked slyly “Riff honey your so cute” You smirked kneeling down as he flushed an darker grey as you grab his hands lovingly smiling at him as he spoke “Please don’t go soft…” riff whispered looking away well that’s what he was doing under his beanie you just thought you were staring at his eyes due to the beanie covering them.

An chuckle passed your lips as you kissed his cheek “I’ll make sure you won’t walk okay?” Riff nodded quickly as a darker shade of grey appeared on his cheeks. his gaze flickered down to your lips, giving you the signal before leaning into a kiss due to his impulsive desires. If you weren’t going to tell him anything, he’d get you to respond in another way.

Your lips were turning numb along with the rest of your body as you could feel yourself falling down the rabbit hole of lustful intent for your partner who laid on the sheets before you. Your hand wrapped around his shaft to jerk it off through the fabric, seeing a small dot of pre-cum began to form around where his tip was hidden from his pants.

He stared towards you as you tugged down his studded belt unbuckling it in your hands. Your E/c eyes tugged down his pants smirking as he covered his face embarrassed slightly as you told him how gorgeous he looked. He felt himself bare and exposed after you succeeded in getting his lower clothes down to his knees as a light whimper escaped his lips.

His eyes widened when noticing your smirk as he tried to suppress the noise trying hard to cover it up as much as he could, swallowing it and enduring it.

You couldn’t help but let out praises pass your ears as you gripped onto his waist as your other hand jerked him off playing with the slit as he let out another breathy noise eyes darting up towards you as an small chuckle passed your lips Riff looking away flustered You gave his flushed pink tip kisses, swiping your tongue slowly across it before obliging to his ask while pumping his dick with one hand, “You’re doing an amazing job, Riff. I’m so proud of you… Does that make you feel good, my handsome boy?” A sly smirk spread onto your face as you looked down to see riffs shocked expression, wrapping his entire mouth around him and hollowing his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but speak up "Your already wet from a little teasing Riff" You muttered sliding your hand teaisngly up and down the clothed slit staring at Riff with hunger. The raventte male stared up towards you watching you slowly lay your head between his inner thighs before looking up at him a wet feeling touched Riffs bud making him yelp out a moan seeing your teasing smirk

Riff couldn’t help but reach up clutching your hair as he let out whimpers and begs gripping the males hair not even remembering how many times he made him get to the edge and stop teasing before changing using his tongue "Just a little longer love I'll let you cum soon..." You muttered as your tongue continued to tease his tip.

Riff couldn’t help but feel dizzy at the feeling. His fingers clutching his fingers tighter to your hair and the bedsheets below as Riffs tongue stuck out as he let out heavy and loud breaths

Riff couldn't help but drool feeling his orgasm coming as your tongue made him start feeling light headed and so in love. you pulled away from him completely after you were about to make him let go. Riff could feel the tears pricking his eyes. "w-why I wanted-" He got cut off with a kiss on his cheek then below his eyes where small tears rested just moments ago. Your voice was gruff and tired "I'm letting you cum soon Love" Riff nodded his head obediently.

As the sound of something ripping being heard Riff couldn't help but watch your back while you chucked go the remainder of your clothes throwing it to the floor the clothes gone like Riff’s underwear, and clothes He let you kiss jis neck and play with His nipple piercings as he bit his lips feeling something enter him easily making an groan past his lips as he clutched to your forearm “F-fuck, you feel so good." you grunted out your hands wandered upon the Drummer is tone body while he awaited for you to adjust to him "Go ahead” riff muttered giving the the clear as Soft grunts and curses spilled from his lips. The sound of wet slapping, and riffs mewls and moans of how big you were filled the apartment the two were in as you grunted.

Your hands held onto his waist as you kissed riff as he clinged to you trying hard for Barb or other rock trolls to hear the noises he was making as his body shook

Your hands caressed riffs face. "I’ll make you look so fucked out Don't worry, love." His pace increased making riff squeal about how good it hit him "G-gonna cum!" The male moaned out loudly. " Yeah? Go ahead Darling I Won't stop it this time" Riff wrapped his arms around your neck. Breathing in your scent as his moans were muffled. his orgasm hitting hard The hot blinding sensation had his eyesight blurry with tears. his body shook under Yours. Thighs almost clamping together if you weren’t holding them harshly. "Fucked you g-good, didn't I?" you grunted voice slightly stuttering and getting breathy as you got closer to your own orgasm "Too much!" Riff whined. The over stimulation of all the pain and pleasure he felt was almost enough for him to start crying again. "Y-You can take it. Just ngh- hold on a little longer" You grunted as his hips faltered slowly as he felt the warm liquid fill Jim up as the both started panting. "Are you ok? Wasn't so harsh was I” He questioned. "No, it was really good.” Riff muttered

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sansxfuckyou · 4 months

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sugar and spice, but not so nice

Summary: Riff's definitely not hurting for a Pop Troll, regardless, Barb offers to lend him a hand in getting Floyd's attention

Warnings: swear words censored when spoken by Pop Trolls cause its funny, there is tension and its almost sexual

Authors Note: the fliff brainworms got to me guys, I couldn't stop myself the second I got a keyboard in hand, it just happened. hope ya'll enjoy, and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checkin' the ao3 port

"Really, Riff? That Pop freak is the Troll you're jonesing for?" Barb asked.

Riff just nodded and Barb had the audacity to laugh, "What's so funny about it?"

"Oh nothing, it's just that he's the epitome of sugar, spice, and everything nice," Barb stated boldly, almost abrasively at that. She looks so very, very disappointed in Riff, "C'mon man! There's so many rockers and you choose a Pop troll! We got Death, we got Punk, we got Thrash- and you choose someone who clearly isn't any of the above."

"He's sort of like, Pop Punk," Riff said, "But he could totally pull a death scream if he wanted too."

Barb scoffed, "He's pink, he's so pink it makes me want to vomit."

"Magenta," Riff corrected sharply, "His hair is magenta and white, we could introduce him to hair dye."

"That's illegal in Pop," Barb said, "He'd be staked if you dyed his hair."

"Then he could stay in Rock, until it faded out, just for a little bit," Riff said.

Barb gave a faux gag and the tuft of her tail puffed up, "You're gross."

Riff props the rim of his toque up with the blunt end of his drumstick, "How about Viva? Isn't she also a Pop troll?" He's pushing his luck, he's pushing it harder than he thought he ever would.

"Let's move onto the next subject," Barb swiftly answered with, quick to defend her own sanctity of being a Rock Troll who definitely isn't out for a Pop Troll. A Pop Troll without any Rock tendencies, because she'll admit it, Floyd has some Rock potential despite everything. "Hair dye. You want to dye his hair for a date?"

"To help him blend in more," Riff answered with, tail flipping back and forth, "I'd really like to perform some music with him."

"I'll pull some strings for you, my shockingly smart friend," Barb answered with.

-/-/-/-

Floyd is the one who chose the song, he's the one who chose the list of songs he wanted to perform. And all of them were shockingly raunchy, shockingly explicit, very unbecoming of a Troll whose origin is Pop. It shocks Barb more than it does Riff, she just stares at the list and reads over them while Floyd looks at her like a puppy.

"Lemme just," She pauses, then speaks, "Nine Inch Nails?"

"If you don't mind," Floyd tacked on before she could further question.

Barb laughed a bit, "Please, I love them, woulda been a fan since day one but I wasn't quite born yet. But the songs?"

Floyd can't quite form a verbal answer, just give this sheepish grin. Barb swears his fringe falls a little further over his eyes and she's bold enough to reach out a paw and bat it away. The bleached section is frail, it feels like hay compared to what still retained that magenta hue she mocked. He almost lurches back, his fur just stands on end, and Barb pulls back her hand.

"Personally, I like them. But singing about fucking someone to feel alive doesn't seem your speed, isn't there a weird Pop language barrier?" Barb asked, "Or that one line from a different song, 'I am a good boy and I will swallow it all,' Floyd, that's an amazing song but jeez."

"I thought it'd be funny, cause whenever I try and swear it just," He pauses, trying to find out how to describe it before settling on just swearing, "F*ck, a$$."

Barb laughs until her stomach hurts at the garbled intentions of swearing that Floyd manages to provide. The Pop swear barrier has never been funnier in her entire life, but the fact he can enunciate enough to get the idea of an expletive across is impressive. Trolls like Poppy can barely say 'frick' without a large censor forcing itself in place, but Floyd? He's almost broken it.

"Alright kid-"

"I'm older than you,"

"Same difference; I'll cue up the songs for you and Riff,"

"You aren't joining?"

"Not unless you want me too, might hog the spotlight, sorry if I do," A small giggle snort, "It would be fun to try and go at it with a Pop Troll."

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Riff stares.

He stares the entire fucking show.

He can't help it really, eyes stuck on a Troll like Floyd as he just drums out the beats and Barb strums out the additional bass lines. It's a comfort really, having someone in the back man the soundboard for the industrious instruments they can't quite do as a trio.

He holds on tight to whatever sense of sanity he can grasp whenever he gets gifted a glance at Floyd's face. He really is head over heels, he really is deep in this pit, for a Pop Troll of all genres. Albeit, a Pop Troll that's belting out songs of the industrial rock genre with an uncanny amount of ease. But still a Pop Troll, still something he'll be disowned over at the dinner table even if Barb goes public with Viva.

He'll just take this if he can't get anything else.

He'll take performing songs with his two favorite Trolls over nothing any day of the week.

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Post show jitters reside comfortably on Floyd's fur, splayed atop an amp larger than he is with his tail lazily thumping on the material. His chest is heaving and he's curling and uncurling the mic cord around a finger, painted nail scratching at the plastic so rarely.

"Good show," He manages, voice cracking just a bit with how much he stressed it trying to break the Pop swear barrier for one song. He failed to do so, but he still tried until he felt like he was passing out, vision nearly going spotty. It was more fun than he'd ever had performing with his brothers.

Riff takes a heavy breath, "Great show," He's giving this long exhale that's almost a laugh as he speaks.

"Amazing show, I should go work an after party," Barb mused.

"Aw, is your girlfriend rubbing off on you?" Riff teased, rolling onto his stomach where he lay on the cold, hard, concrete ground. It eased his nerves, they were still on fire, the layers of denim and torn fabric probably didn't help much.

"Girlfriend? Tell me more, Riffy," Floyd said before he could stop himself, glancing down at the navy Troll from where he lay.

"Barb has a crush on Viva," Riff drawled as he pulled himself into a criss crossed position, one leg over the other. Floyd nearly laughs.

"Hey man! We agreed not to talk about her," Barb snapped as she stood up from her chair. She stretched her arms over her head and her tail snapped to punctuate her sentence, "Not like you can talk either."

Floyd raises a brow, "Tell me all about it, Barb," he lets his legs sway over the edge of the amp.

Riff sends Barb a pleading look, a begging look, desperation impossibly clear on his partially obscured face.

She just grins, "Well, our friend here has a crush on a Pop Troll. A fella trying to change genres when no one's looking," She winks at Floyd and watches as Riff tries not to respond to the words viscerally, that would give it away and he's highly aware that Barb is trying to play him like the cheap kazoo he is.

"Controversial," Floyd managed to supply, "But fun, inter-genre relations are still kind of, ya know."

"Yeah, kind of," Riff answered with, "Rock Trolls are wide open to the idea in my experience. We legalized polyamory a hundred some odd years ago. We're working on the papers for inter-genre stuff as we speak."

Floyd laughed, "I should just, live here as a Rock Troll. Pop Rock, Pop Punk, Pop Thrash- I could make it work."

"That you could," Barb said, there's this twisted grin on her face, showing off all of her fangs, "But really, I gotta catch that after party, you two can chat."

It's a segue into a conversation really, a shoe in for them to continue speaking as she leaves. She wants this as much as Riff does, maybe if she gets him with Floyd he'll let her fawn over Viva in peace.

Riff just taps his drumstick on the ground, balanced between fingers and tapping back and forth. Floyd just stares at Riff from the amp comfortably, sort of like a cat on a high perch.

"So this mystery Troll, tell me more," Floyd prompts as he slides off of the amp, "If you want too."

And Riff does want too, he wants to tell Floyd everything, but he bites his tongue. He just shrugs, "Nice guy really, probably heading back to Pop sooner than later."

"Pop? Are you crushing on JD?"

Riff shudders, "No offense, but he's too Country coded."

"Did you just call my brother Country coded?" Floyd asked with this devilish smirk, slowly stepping closer to Riff as he goes.

"Am I wrong?" Riff countered with a nervous chuckle.

"Never said you were, but continue about this Troll," Floyd urged, if he just reached out he could trace his hands across Riff's face. Learn every contour, twirl a finger through his hair, that would be nice, that could also be the adrenaline talking.

"Right, right," Riff stalled, what else he could say that isn't virtually outright saying that it's Floyd? Not a whole lot, "Got a great voice, an amazing voice with even greater range. It's scary really, he just hops on stage and gets into it, like he's a different person."

Floyd's tail flicks just a bit, Riff doesn't notice the tell that the Pop Troll is onto him.

"And then he starts to sing, most Rockers have deep voices naturally, but this breath of fresh air, a blend of Pop and Punk? It's amazing," Riff overexplained, just going off, "I'm talking too much, aren't I?" He looks up to find Floyd much, much closer than before. Red instantly rises to the Rocker's face, a stark contrast to his usual hue.

"No," Floyd said quietly, the flow of words pausing just enough to make Riff worry. He comes to a complete halt when the gap is small enough their knees are almost knocked against each other, "Keep going."

"I would," Riff begins, drawing out the syllables as he stares at Floyd through the blur of black hair and fabric alike. He brings a paw to run through his hair and it knocks back the toque just a bit, "But, I don't know what else there is to say without totally blowing the covers," He pauses, "He's really pretty."

"It's me," Floyd declares.

"It is," Riff confirms.

The Pop troll places a gentle kiss to Riff's forehead, one of the few spots where frizzy black hair isn't splayed over his fur. He rears back just a bit, "That's pretty fuckin' sweet," He doesn't even realize the Pop swear barrier dissolved entirely for a brief moment.

"Pretty fuckin' sweet," Riff echoes back before pushing aside a chunk of Floyd's fringe to return the motion. He almost flinches back from it, expecting the contact to sting or ache with how frail that performance left him, but it doesn't. It just feels nice, a warmth sprouting all over his body, it tingles and he loves the sensation.

"You should go tell Barb, we could pressure her into telling Viva," Floyd proposed, "That'd be fun, no?"

Riff is reeling, it took a moment for it to catch up but he is fucking reeling when it finally does. His eyes widen just a bit, there goes the boldness of adrenaline, "That actually happened," He tentatively places his paw on Floyd's, it isn't shoved off, "Oh my god it actually, it happened."

"Yeah man," Floyd said, pressing another chaste kiss to Riff's face, this time his cheek, "It did, and I'll do it again."

Before he freaks out he manages to collect himself enough to breath, "Let's go find Barb, she's been listening to me talk about you for a while now."

"Oh? So this crush isn't a new development?" Floyd teased gently.

"Not at all. But her thing for Viva? That's new," Riff countered with a laugh, it's nervous, just to fill the silence, "But us, we're a thing, those kisses?"

"Those kisses made us a thing," It's a calm reaffirmation, a promise with the squeeze of a paw.

"See, that's new, newer than Barb's crush on Viva," Riff explained, "Which is why we need to find her and tell her."

"You're freaking out,"

"Oh absolutely, you just kissed me, why wouldn't I be freaking out?"

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pariahsparadise · 1 year

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riff lorton x shy!reader hc's

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requested by @luckyrabbits - hi! if requests are open, can i request something (fic or hcs are alright!) w riff lorton and a fem / gn reader who’s very shy? ty and have a great day!

word count: 500

a/n: sorry this took so long to make! and as a shy person myself, i totally loved this prompt lol. hope you like this 💗

pairing(s): riff lorton x fem!reader

riff first sees you when he stops by at doc’s. you’re working alongside tony and laughing at something he’s saying to you, one hand coming up a little self-consciously to cover your smile

riff melts on the spot

he bothers tony for next few days, trying to convince him to introduce the two of you

tony first says no, he knows you aren’t too comfortable around strangers

but riff manages to wear him down eventually

you’re a little scared when you first talk to him, and you’re really thankful that tony and riff manage to carry the conversation on their own with little input from you

but over time, talking to riff gets a little easier

until the mf starts flirting with you

my god, you get so flustered

riff’s a pretty smooth guy, with lots of confidence, he knows what he’s doing

you’re the exact opposite

the first time riff calls you “girly girl”, you get so flustered, you have to walk away to the staff room

he always keeps himself in check though

yes, he loves making you blush, but he never wants to actually make you uncomfortable, so he stays within his limits

he takes you out on multiple dates, usually in secluded places

originally, he did this so you’d feel better, but he ends up liking it more himself, it’s quality time with you AND he’s the sole receiver of all your attention

this isn’t always the case though

sometimes you insist on going dancing because you know all the jets are

and riff loves it too, but he won’t go without you

so you try and bear with it as much as you can

you’re too shy to dance in the hall with all the people milling about you though, so you encourage riff to dance with grazie and the other girls

and even if he does, he always manages to find his way back to you

will probably drag you out of the hall to dance in the parking lot

the music is muted, he sings along to it as he sways you around before pulling you into a kiss

you melt against him, knees unsteady, thankful for the arm he secures around your waist to keep you standing

riff’s also great at extracting you from social situations you don’t want to be in

all you have to do is tug on his sleeve once, and he’ll offer the people around you a pleasant smile and believable excuse before whisking you away

he’s usually the one to initiate physical touch, but on the rare occasions that you do?? fucking dead

just imagine, dragging him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss you?? out of absolutely nowhere?

he always makes the most surprised gasp, too

it fuels your ego, gives you the very necessary confidence boost that you need

riff kind of tends to keep the jets away from you, they’re a really loud and often rude gang

he knows you don’t need to be a part of a crowd like that, so the only jets you properly know are riff and tony

all in all, he’s a great boyfriend, and he finds your shyness endearing instead of annoying

it’s just one of the many things he’s loves about you :)

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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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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glitterp0prhaps0dy · 16 days

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Bad Hair Day

It was Friday night, which meant Carol and Riff were in the house. Floyd, now equipped with crutches since his sprained ankle had healed but his leg remained broken, sat on the floor, taking it easy. Barb lounged on the couch behind him, busy styling his hair into whatever wild creation she pleased. Meanwhile, Carol had gathered an assortment of ingredients, concocting something slimy-looking.

Riff occupied the house phone, ordering a pizza for the evening's indulgence.

Thrash had planned to spend the evening at home, but plans took an unexpected turn when Sid Frett decided to drop by for a visit. Sid wasn't alone; accompanying him was his unusual but charming pet bat, which nestled comfortably in his lap. As Carol busied herself concocting one of her infamous slime recipes, Sid assisted by passing her various ingredients, all the while gently stroking his bat.

Meanwhile, Rebel was on a mission throughout the house. She was diligently collecting blankets, pillows, sheets, and a variety of plushies. Her goal was to transform the living room into a cozy fort where everyone could gather, relax, and enjoy the playful ambiance of their makeshift hideaway. The evening was shaping up to be one of those spontaneous gatherings that promised laughter and a touch of whimsy.

Carol triumphantly lifted the bowl above her head, her face alight with mischievous glee. "BEHOLD! My latest masterpiece! Bow before the might of my slime creation!" she proclaimed, her voice echoing through the room.

Sid chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You've outdone yourself, Carol. That looks... interesting."

Riff, from his spot on the couch, smirked and called back, "That thing's more terrifying than half the horror movies we've watched!"

Floyd, still fiddling with his crutches, couldn't help but laugh. "Just don't get any of that goo near me, please."

Roxanne, the bat, seemed particularly captivated by the glittering slime. With a swift flutter of her wings, she swooped down, snatched the bowl from Carol's hands, and ascended rapidly, perching herself high on a bookshelf where no one could reach.

"Hey! Roxanne, bring that back!" Carol shouted, jumping up in an attempt to retrieve her creation.

Sid stood, trying to coax the bat gently. "C'mon, Roxanne, let's not start a slime war here."

Riff joined in, "Maybe she wants to add bat artistry to it, eh?"

As they all tried different tactics to persuade Roxanne, the bat seemed to consider their pleas. With a sudden decision, she tipped the bowl and dropped it right as Rebel walked into the room. The slime cascaded down, landing with a splat on the left side of Rebel's head, covering her hair and shoulder in sticky, glittery goo.

Rebel froze, wide-eyed and slimed. "Seriously? Right when I thought this day couldn't get any stickier," she groaned, wiping the goo from her face.

Carol burst into laughter, even as she rushed over with apologies. "I swear it's good for your skin... or hair... maybe?"

Riff couldn't contain his mirth. "Looks like you've been officially initiated by Roxanne's slime baptism!"

Floyd, still safely away from the slime fiasco, grinned. " It's not a proper hangout until something weird happens."

Rebel playfully hurled a bundle of blankets at Floyd, sending him toppling over with a surprised yelp. The soft landing cushioned his fall, eliciting a small puff of air as he landed. Next, a barrage of plushies flew towards Carol, who welcomed them with a triumphant shout of "MY ARMY!" She gathered them around her protectively, as if preparing for battle.

With everyone suitably equipped for the fort-building mission, Rebel distributed the remaining items she had gathered. She then made her way to the kitchen, intent on washing off the sticky remnants of slime from her encounter with Roxanne's playful antics.

Barb followed Rebel into the kitchen, grabbing a towel as she entered. "Need a hand?" she asked, pitching in without waiting for a reply.

"Thanks," Rebel replied, turning on the faucet and adjusting the temperature. "How's your day been?"

"Usual chaos," Barb chuckled, helping to work shampoo into Rebel's hair. "Carol's experiments never cease to amaze me—or terrify me, depending on the day."

Rebel laughed, her head under the stream of water. "Yeah, her creativity is something else. I'm just glad her enthusiasm is mostly contained to non-explosive materials these days."

As they worked the suds through the tangled locks, they soon realized the slime was stubbornly clinging on. They exchanged a glance, a mix of frustration and amusement in their eyes. "Well, this is going to be tougher than I thought," Rebel sighed.

Rebel and Barb were at their wit's end trying to remove the stubborn slime from Rebel's hair. They had already tried multiple remedies, from dish soap to mayonnaise, but nothing seemed to work. The slime clung to her hair like it was meant to be there permanently.

"Okay, let's not panic. We'll figure this out," Barb reassured Rebel, though her own confidence was waning.

Carol, feeling responsible for the mess, joined in. "Let me try something else," she suggested, fetching a bottle of vinegar from the kitchen. "This could help break it down," she said with hopeful eyes. Despite their doubts, Rebel let her pour the vinegar over her head, wincing at the smell.

"Anything?" Carol asked, her voice filled with hope.

"Just a stinky head," Rebel replied, frustrated as she rinsed her hair yet again, only to find the slime mocking their efforts.

Seeing the ongoing struggle, Floyd limped in with a new suggestion. "What about ice? Freeze it and maybe it'll peel right off?"

"That sounds... a bit extreme," Rebel hesitated but agreed out of desperation. They wrapped her hair in ice packs, waiting for a miracle that never came. The slime remained, unaffected by the cold.

Riff entered the scene with a confident stride. "I've got it—club soda. Works on stains all the time," he announced, pouring the fizzy liquid over Rebel's head. Everyone watched anxiously, only to sigh in disappointment as it too failed to dislodge the sticky mess.

The frustration was palpable when Carol, out of ideas and feeling guilty, blurted out, "Well damn... Well, it looks like we're gonna have to cut it out."

"YOU'RE NOT CUTTING MY HAIR!" Rebel shouted, the very idea pushing her to her limits.

After a tense silence, Rebel finally relented. With a resigned nod, she allowed Carol to grab a pair of scissors and begin snipping away at the slime-encrusted hair. Piece by piece, the slime-coated locks fell away, revealing a surprisingly stylish side shave haircut underneath.

As the last of the slime-coated hair fell away, Rebel examined her new 'do in the mirror, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing her face. "Well, I guess this is one way to shake things up," she remarked, a hint of a smile playing at her lips.

Everyone regrouped in the living room, each member of the group ready to dive into the fort-building project. Floyd, still navigating with crutches, showed no signs of slowing down as he directed the placement of cushions and blankets. Together, they draped sheets over chairs and tables, transforming the space into a cozy enclave. Pillows were strategically placed for comfort, while plushies scattered across the ground added an extra layer of softness.

As they were setting the last blanket in place, a knock echoed through the room. Riff, ever eager, dashed to the door. His face lit up as he greeted the pizza delivery person, the aroma of freshly baked pizza filling the air as he brought the box inside. The group gathered around, each taking a slice, their fort-building efforts momentarily paused in favor of the delicious treat.

With their energy replenished, the movie picking session began. Carol kicked things off with her choice, a bizarre sci-fi called "Galactic Goo Monsters from Mars." Floyd selected a classic action-packed thriller, "Skyline Heist," known for its spectacular stunts and explosive plot. Barb, ever the romantic at heart despite her tough exterior, surprised everyone with a little-known indie film, "Whispers of the Heart." Riff rounded out the selection with a horror flick, "Nightmare on Crow Street," which he claimed would keep everyone on their toes.

With a stack of movies lined up, the group settled into their plush fortress. The lights dimmed, the first movie began, and laughter mingled with the occasional shriek filled the room. As the night wore on and the final credits rolled on their movie marathon, the group decided to break out Monopoly to keep the fun going.

The game started friendly enough, with each player strategically acquiring properties and building their empire. However, as the game progressed, the competitive spirit took over. Sid found himself relegated to jail after a risky decision didn't pay off, spending turn after turn unable to escape. Riff, on the other hand, thrived, amassing almost all the game's money and properties, becoming a Monopoly mogul. Barb wasn’t as fortunate; her finances in the game mirrored a rollercoaster ride, ultimately leaving her bankrupt.

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As the night deepened, the energy of the room gradually wound down. The once lively banter and laughter subsided into a comfortable silence punctuated only by the soft soundtrack of their final movie flickering in the background. One by one, the group succumbed to the warmth and coziness of their makeshift fortress. The plushies that once lay scattered on the ground now served as soft, makeshift pillows or cuddly companions as each member found their spot under the expansive blanket ceiling.

Sid, exhausted from his extended Monopoly jail time, was the first to drift off. He nestled into a snug space between Floyd and Riff, his head resting on a particularly fluffy stuffed dragon. Floyd, managing to adjust his crutches beside him, leaned back against a pile of cushions, his breathing slow and even as he too fell asleep. Riff, ever the night owl, stayed awake a bit longer, his eyes barely keeping open as he watched over his friends like a protective older brother. Eventually, even his eyelids grew heavy, and he joined the others in slumber, his hand still clutching a handful of Monopoly money as if guarding his empire even in sleep.

Barb, known among her friends for her ability to sleep through almost anything, was out like a light. She had inadvertently turned Carol into her personal pillow, her head resting comfortably on Carol's shoulder. Carol, slightly less comfortable but too amused by the situation to move, watched Barb for a few moments, smiling softly at her friend's gentle snoring before her own eyes closed, and she too drifted off.

Rebel found a quiet corner of the fort, away from the gentle chaos of her friends. Roxanne, curled up in the crook of her neck, both finding comfort in the presence of the other. Rebel's breathing was soft and rhythmic, a peaceful counterpoint to the occasional snuffle or shift from the others.

As the movie ended, the TV cast a soft glow over the room, illuminating the peaceful scene. The fort, filled with friends and laughter just hours before, now hosted a serene tableau of connected lives, the outside world forgotten for a few precious hours. In this safe haven of blankets and dreams, they shared more than just a space; they shared a bond that nights like these only deepened.

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Hours later, as the night deepened into the wee hours, Thrash returned home. The house was quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the soft murmur of the TV left on low. As he entered the living room, he spotted the group of sleeping teenagers, nestled within their cozy fort. Their peaceful slumber brought a warm smile to Thrash's face, a rare moment of tranquility in their often chaotic lives.

However, his serene reverie was abruptly shattered when his gaze landed on Rebel and her unexpected companion. Roxanne, the bat, was curled up beside Rebel, nuzzled against her neck in a display of unusual affection. Thrash's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with a million questions and concerns.

He stood frozen for a moment but then started retreating to the safety of his own room. In the end, his instinct for self-preservation won out. With a mixture of fear and bewilderment, Thrash turned on his heels and hurriedly ascended the stairs, seeking refuge in the solitude of his bedroom.

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xriff-raffx · 10 months

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Saying Goodbye

A/N: 18+ It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything and I honestly have no excuse. I'm working on a new chapter of Do Over but for now here's some good ol' Riff smut to tie you over - a little naughty and a little nice. enjoy!

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“Riff, please,” I groaned out. He was tracing his fingers delicately along my hips, tracing the waistband of my panties.

“Maybe I want to take my time,” he whispered into my ear before softly grazing my neck with his lips. “This could be the last time I see ya, don’t rush me.” He began to place kisses on my collar bone causing me to moan in pleasure.

It was true, Riff was going to some stupid rumble with the Jets later tonight. As much as I missed him and hated him fighting, I looked forward to saying goodbye, he was different with goodbyes. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice that he would miss me. He always touched me like he didn’t want to let go and selfishly I wish he didn’t. I felt him finally slip his hand over my heat and my eyes closed instinctually at the contact.

“How are you this wet, babe? I’ve hardly touched you,” I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I started to run my fingers through his hair. “You never make it easy to leave.”

“I don’t want it to be easy for you to leave,” I said in almost a teasing tone. I opened my eyes, finally looking deep into his blue ones, “Do they really need you tonight? I’m sure Ice can handle it,” I added with a pout.

He let out a low chuckle, “You know I gotta go, but fuck girly you make a good point.” He moved a finger over my clit and my breathing hitched. “Especially when I have you like this underneath me. You’re such a good girl.” His lips returned to my neck but his kisses were more rough than before. Kisses turned into nibbles which turned into biting and it wasn’t long till I was a moaning mess.

“You’re going to leave marks.”

“That’s the goal babe,” he leaned back smiling and placed his free hand on my neck, tracing the love bites he gave me. “Gotta mark my territory doll, need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine while I’m gone.”

I felt Riff begin to dance his fingers over my folds and a moan escaped my lips. It wasn’t long before he tore off my panties leaving me naked on his bed. Pulling himself off me, he stood up at the edge of the bed and scanned my body with his eyes, taking in every curve and mark on my body. I started to get an overwhelming self conscience feeling and reached for the blankets, only to have them ripped away.

“No way am I letting you cover up.” His voice was stern but his eyes were still soft, “I’m trying to look at ya, you're too beautiful to hide from me princess.” I felt my face heat up at his words, and tried to cover my face with my hands. “Hey hey hey,” he said, taking my hands in his, “what did I just say.”

I giggled, “Stop staring at me.” I playfully hit his chest, sitting up.

“No,” he said quickly, pushing me back down on the bed. I watched as he undid his belt, “You’re all mine and I’ll stare if I wanna.” He pulled his jeans down his body, followed by his boxers, causing his member to spring free, already hard. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight, “Now who's starring?”

He climbed back ontop of me, “are you going to come and fuck me now?” I questioned him, making him shake his head in disbelief.

“Listen to you, miss goodie two shoes begging to be fucked by some gang leader.” His voice was dripping with arrogance, he knew he had me right where he wanted me. I let out a moan, as I felt him line his cock up at my entrance. He slowly thrust into me, causing another moan to spill from my lips. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling us even closer together as his pace picked up.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he cooed looking down at me. “You take my cock so well.” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his member push deeper into my wet pussy with each thrust and tilted my head back in euphoria. He took this as an opportunity to pepper my neck with his warm kisses, taking his time to suck harshly on my sweet spot before moving up to my ear.

“Move with me baby,” Riff moved his hand to gently grip my neck and I obeyed, moving my hips to match his. A groan of pleasure left his lips and all I wanted was to hear it again.

“Maybe I could be on top tonight?” I asked quietly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He met my look with a devilish smirk before connecting our lips once again. I took that as a yes and pushed him back with my hand lightly. Taking my cue, he flipped us over expertly, without breaking our kiss.

I repositioned myself a little so I was straddling him, finally disconnecting our lips so I could look into his sea coloured eyes. He stayed silent but his smirk had returned as he watched my movements. I slowly ran my hands down his chest, scratching him slightly in the process.

“I’m going to miss you,” I said fake pouting at him. “I want to make sure my man feels like a king tonight.” I bit my lip looking down at him and watched his eyes turn to a dark grey and fill with lust. I slowly began to bounce on him and was met with a moan of approval.

“Fuck princess,” His hands found my hips and he gripped tightly. He began to help my movements and bounce me on his big cock. “You’re giving me the best view in the world.”

He began to match my movements and thrust back with force. I did everything I could to not come undone right then and there. He could tell and it only made him move faster.

“You wanna cum for me, beautiful?” His words were sweet like candy. “I want to feel you soak me before I have to leave.” Feeling a little brave, I rolled my hips earning another moan.

“On one condition,” I reached down and grabbed one of his hands, bringing it up to my lips and placing a sweet kiss on his palm before biting gently on one of his digits.

“Anything.”

“Fill me before you go.” I watched his smirk grow. “I want to feel you cum deep inside me daddy please?”

“Aw, is that what you want, princess?” His tone was almost mocking but all I could do was nod. His movements grew fast and sloppy as obscenities spilled from his lips. I quickly became a moaning mess. “You’re such a little slut for me.”

“I can’t help it daddy,” I moaned out, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. “It’s what you do to me. I’m all yours.”

That was all Riff needed to hear as I felt him release inside of me, triggering my own orgasm. The room became filled with our moans and heavy breathing as I collapsed on top of his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead as he pulled out slowly. He carefully rolled me off of him and on to my side, making me groan at the loss of contact.

“Sorry princess,” he chuckled lowly, removing himself from the bed. He began to put on his clothes and I sat up to watch him. “I gotta get goin’.” He mocked my over exaggerated pout and pulled me in for another kiss.

“I wish you’d stay,” I whispered quietly, one last attempt to keep him here with me.

“Don’t you worry doll,” he said, connecting our foreheads. “There’s nothing in this world that will keep me from coming back home to you.”

#riff west side story #smut #wss #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist #west side story #daddy #riff smut #mike faist smut

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sl-newsie · 4 months

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Me: feels guilty for not spending time with family

Also me: shut the door leave me alone and let me write fanfics while watching TV

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metalheads-trash-bin · 4 months

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Out of context clip of my fanfic that i will not be giving the lore of teehee

Just you mfs wait

Theres gonna be some REAL BAD sexual tension

Heres the fic btw!!

#trolls #trolls world tour #dreamworks trolls #fliff trolls #trolls band together #fliff fanfiction #fliff #trolls riff #riff #riff trolls #barb and floyd being best buds #floyd trolls #trolls floyd #trolls fanfiction #trolls fanfic #trolls movie #trolls world

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auspicious-manner · 8 months

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Hi, could I request mike faist x reader where they meet through mutual friends and at first reader is a bit sceptical about him, because he is an actor and she thinks he must be full of himself but gradually she gets to know him and she falls for him, getting to know how humble and kind person he in reality is.

hi guys! i turned my requests off for the time being, just because i have about 7 drafts i need to work on right now and any more might make my head explode. as soon as i get caught up though, i’ll open them up again :)

fem reader x mike faist

warnings: insecurities?

mike taglist: @diorgirl444

Charming

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“what would you say to a blind date? i know a guy,” your friend alyssa asked smugly.

you had met alyssa while in college at nyu, and remained close friends after graduation. you had even recently moved in together into a small apartment. you were the introvert to her extrovert, the quiet to her loud. she pulled a lot of guys, and you didn’t, and you had accepted that. it was just the way it always had been.

you scoffed. “alyssa, i love you, but your taste in men is horrible. i don’t trust you to set me up with anyone.”

you were sitting at a coffee shop with her, and she leaned across the table. “Y/N, your love life is nonexistent. you need some action. trust me, i went to high school with this guy. he’s super nice, you’d like him.”

you tilted your head knowingly. every time alyssa has tried to introduce you to a guy, he was either never your type or was never interested in you. things never went well when she set you up with guys.

you knew you definitely needed help with relationships, though. you had never been in a real relationship, and it’s been years since you’ve been on a date. for a while, you were fine with that. you had bigger and better things to focus on anyway. but, you also felt ready to date again. alyssa was your best friend, and that’s sometimes enough, but you were ready to find a boyfriend. you were ready to find your other half.

you sighed. “okay, fine, you win. but if this doesn’t work out you can’t say that i didn’t tell you so.”

alyssa smiled wide. “thanks Y/N! i promise you, this one is different. he’s not the typical guy i’ve set you up with before.”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, sure.”

she had planned the date for you: you were to meet the mystery man down town at an italian restaurant at 7pm on friday night.

“lyss, whats the dress code for this? do i have to dress nice?” you asked after getting out of the shower, wearing your robe. alyssa sat on your bed, smiling complacently.

“semi-formal. i want you to look hot and put together, but not pretentious.”

you giggled. “okay, fine. whatever you say.”

you did your wavy hair routine and applied curl cream, gel, and mousse before diffusing your hair. it laid over your shoulders, your natural waves looking lively and bouncy.

you did a light makeup look, only applying mascara, a bit of eyeliner, blush, highlighter, and a nude pink lipstick.

“i have the perfect dress for you,” alyssa said, pulling a dress out of her bag.

your eyes widened as she held it up. “are you serious?”

“try it on!”

you went into the bathroom, slipping the dress on. it was a small, black cocktail dress that stopped midway down your thigh. it hugged tightly around your curves, and the long, black mesh lantern sleeves accentuated your arms.

you walked out, and alyssa’s jaw dropped. “Y/N, you look hot.”

“don’t you think this is a little…” you looked down at your dress. “much?”

“not at all,” she replied, placing a silver necklace on your chest to match your dangling silver earrings. “you look ready for a date.”

you sighed. “if you say so. you seem to know best.”

she grinned. “that’s right, i do know best.”

as alyssa drove to the restaurant, you tried to get as much information as possible. “can’t you tell me anything about this guy?”

“his name is mike.”

you laughed. “thanks lyss, that tells me so much,” you replied. “what if this guy’s a murderer or a real dick and you’re just throwing me head first into danger?”

alyssa threw her head back. “he’s not, Y/N! i know this guy, he was always great. give him a chance, okay?”

you pulled up to the restaurant right at 7. “if this ends badly, i think i’m going to have to find a new best friend.”

you opened the car door as alyssa lightly shoved you. “that’s what you always say, and i’m still here.” you stepped out onto the street, getting one last “good luck!” before you closed the door and nervously walked into the restaurant.

the restaurant was dimly lit, but lively with customers. you walked to the hostess stand, your heart beating out of your chest.

“hi, is there a mike waiting here yet?” you asked apprehensively.

the woman smiled. “yes, i’ll show you to your table.”

you followed the woman to the back of the restaurant, where you rounded a corner into a private room. at the table was the man said to be mike.

immediately, you thought he was, surprisingly, very handsome compared to all the other guys you’ve been set up with in the past. he had chiseled and defined features, and bright blue eyes. his body was bulked like he worked out often, but not entirely ripped. he had a dusty, brunette head of hair that was neatly combed. he gave you a smile, and you had no choice but to smile back.

“i’m assuming you’re Y/N?” mike asked. when you nodded as you sat down, he reached out a hand for you to shake. “i’m mike faist, it’s great to meet you.”

“it’s good to meet you too.”

he looked down at the table before looking up at you again. “i’m not used to doing things like this, so i’m sorry if i seem a little rusty.”

you moved your hand as if you were brushing something away. “don’t worry about it, i am too. it’s been a long time since i’ve been on a date.”

a silence fell over the table, and you searched your brain for conversation starters. “so, um, what do you do for work?”

mike smiled like he had expected this question, and looked away briefly. “i’m an actor.”

you nodded. “that’s really cool, actually. what kinds of things have you booked so far?” you asked, not expecting the answer you were going to receive.

new york was the city of dreams, and there were a plethora of aspiring actors and performers in the city. you assumed he was one of them, looking for a way to make ends meet.

“oh, you know,” he started, shrugging. “just a few broadway shows, a few off broadway shows, a few movies and tv shows, the works.”

your jaw dropped slightly. you firmly believed all actors of mike’s caliber had only their best interest in mind. they were full of themselves, pretentious. they would do anything to keep their fame. you should have known this guy seemed too good to be true.

you nodded, amused. “no kidding,” you started, resting your chin on your hand. “tell me everything,” you said sarcastically.

your smiled was probably a dead give away that you were trying to get him to walk right into your trap. you wanted him to keep going about his career so you could rub it in alyssa’s face, once again, that her playing matchmaker was never going to work.

“well,” mike started, looking unsure. “my work can wait for some other time, it’s not all that interesting to most people. i want to hear about you. what do you do?”

your smug smile fell. you didn’t expect him to be more interested in you than he was in himself. “oh, yeah, um,” you said, caught off guard. “i own a small coffee shop, a few blocks from time square.”

he nodded, a real smile on his face. “awesome, maybe i could get a coffee from you some day while you’re there.”

you smiled against your will. this guy was probably used to charming people to get what he wants. “you can certainly come and visit me someday.”

mike smiled. “i just might have to.”

you couldn’t help but grin back. there was a short, comfortable silence before it was interrupted by the waiter coming by to take the orders.

after the waiter left, mike turned back to you. “i don’t know what you were planning for the check, but don’t worry about it. i have it covered, this is my treat.”

“it’s fine, i know you’ve got a lot of money from all this acting you’ve been doing, but i can cover my own.”

mike shook his head. “that’s not why i want to cover it. it’s the right thing to do, that’s all.”

at this point, you were trying to find reasons to dislike this guy, but you couldn’t come up with any reasonable ones yet. he was totally different from what you expected.

mike lightly scrunched his nose. “why do you have that look on your face?”

you sighed and looked down at your hands in your lap, your fingers nervously fidgeting. “because i’m trying to come up with reasons why i shouldn’t like you.”

mike looked at you confusedly, but with a curious look that prompted you to keep going. “i’m used to these blind dates going south very quickly, and that hasn’t happened like i thought it would, and now i don’t know what to do.”

mike’s confused glares went to sympathy. “i’m glad i can be the different one for you.”

you lightly blushed. you decided to let your rough exterior fall around him. “that’s enough about me, tell me about you.”

he grinned. “well, i have a play coming up that i have to start rehearsals for soon.”

you tilted your head. “no kidding! that’s really cool, actually,” you replied, genuinely meaning it.

the rest of the night at the restaurant, you and mike continued having conversations about your lives, passions, and everything in between. it felt oddly liberating, because you were so used to only ever having one person to talk to, and that one person talked about herself most of the time.

it got to the point where the restaurant had to tell you two to leave, because you were sitting there for so long and the restaurant was closing.

“can i give you a ride home?” mike asked as you walked out of the restaurant.

“i would love that.”

he opened the passenger door of his car as you got in. you were trying to hold in a giddy smile; against your better judgment, you really liked mike.

“thank you for tonight, mike. i really enjoyed getting to know you,” you said as he drove into the streets of new york city.

“always. let me know if you want to do it again,” he said with a grin.

you laughed. “i might just have to take you up on that.”

mike glanced at you while he drove, then looked back at the road. “it’s been a long time since i’ve enjoyed a date this much.”

you were full on smiling at this point. “i’ve never even had an enjoyable date until now.”

he glanced at you, but for longer this time. “okay, you win.”

when he pulled up to your apartment building, you both looked at each other.

“do you think we should…” you said, trailing off. “do a lap around the block?”

mike nodded. “yeah, definitely.”

he drove slowly around the block as the two of you continued talking, and then he pulled up to the building again. “should we…?”

“keep going,” you answered.

he made another lap around the block, your endless conversations continuing, and finally you both decided that was enough and he parked the car in the lot. you both got out, and he stood in front of you. he towered over you with his height as you looked up at him.

“you have my number, right?” you asked him.

he nodded. “i’ll let you know what days i’m free to do this again.”

you bit your lip. “i’m sorry for being kind of an asshole at the beginning of the night. i was hesitant to let my guard down, i was going into tonight thinking it would be a disaster and i was hoping i could tell alyssa that her plan failed once again.”

mike looked down at your hands, and hesitantly took your fingers in his. your heat rate immediately picked up.

“you don’t have to apologize. i didn’t think it would go well either. until it did,” he said with a laugh.

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a small kiss on his cheek. “thank you again, mike.”

he wrapped you in a welcoming hug. it was comfortable, and you felt like you could live in that moment forever. you never thought this would be happening on one of alyssa’s blind dates.

“of course, Y/N.”

you pulled away, and waved goodbye as you walked into your building. you noticed mike didn’t get back into his car until he knew you were safe inside. before walking to the elevator in the building, you stood against the wall, smiling to yourself.

when you had finally made it upstairs, alyssa had opened the door to the apartment before you had a chance to get your key out of your pocket.

“how’d it go?” she asked breathlessly, a wide smile etched on her face.

you sighed. “i hate that you might be right about this one.”

you met up with mike two more times after that, and feelings were definitely building between the two of you. you spent most of your free time calling or texting mike, and flirting while playing mario kart and imessage games. at first, you worried the connection you were building wouldn’t translate in person; but it did.

you thought it would bother you that mike was somewhat of a celebrity. you expected to hear all about his work and his extraordinary life as a famous performer, but he rarely talked about that side of his life with you. he always made sure to make it about you, even though you wouldn’t mind hearing about his work every once in a while. now you just found it cool that he was doing what he was doing. but, he didn’t want your relationship to be entirely covered up by his work, which you appreciated.

on your fourth date, mike took you to an art museum within new york city, and you dressed classy for the occasion.

you walked out of the doors to your apartment building, where mike was also dressed classy, leaning against the hood of his car.

he looked you up and down, his eyebrows raising. “well, look at you.”

you blushed. “look at yourself.”

mike looked down, then looked back at you. “we clean up nice, don’t we?”

you smiled and stood in front of him. “we really do.”

you got into his car, and as mike sat down in the drivers seat, he instinctively reached for your hand, leaving his palm up on your thigh. you grabbed it, your heart feeling like it was about to explode. it felt right, despite only knowing him for less than a month.

you got to the museum, and mike opened the passenger door for you, letting you out of the car.

upon walking in, the art on the walls and the displays were mesmerizing. your eyes lit up at the beauty on the walls, and you caught mike staring at you from the side, lightly smiling.

“what are you smiling at?” you asked, turning your head to face him as you walked.

he shrugged. “you. i like seeing you excited.”

you blushed and covered your face with your hands, suddenly embarrassed. “god, you were staring at my horrible side profile.”

mike stopped you from walking by stepping in front of you. he grabbed your wrists gently, taking your hands off your face for you. he held your wrists still, scanning your eyes with his.

“you have one of the prettiest faces i’ve ever seen, Y/N. believe me.”

you bit your lip and nodded timidly. he let go of one wrist, but took your other hand in his as you continued to walk.

“my side profile has always been one of my biggest insecurities.”

“why?” mike questioned, squeezing your hand a little tighter. his touch felt reassuring.

“i don’t know, i guess i just think my nose is too big, and my jaw is kind of square, and my teeth aren’t perfectly straight,” you told him. it was true, your side profile was one of the things that made you most insecure. “there’s nothing i can really do about it though.

his thumb gently rubbed the back of your hand. “i don’t know if my opinion counts, but i think you could fit into any one of these art pieces here.”

you giggled, stopping again and standing in front of him. your bodies were close, and if you made one more move, you could easily plant a kiss on his lips.

you placed your hands on his chest, looking up at him. “you always know how to use your movie star charm to make me feel good.”

mike smiled, taking your face in is hands and leaning down to give you the most euphoric kiss you could ever think of.

“i only do it for you, sweetheart.”

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist x reader #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist riff

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brights-place · 3 months

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Hi! Could you do NSFW headcanons of Riff please?

Riff NSFW Headcannons୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Pairings: Barb X Reader Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, SFW A/N: RIFF IS EVERYTHING! I AM AN RIFF SIMP AND LOVER HE'S SO YVEHRaB PLUS THE FACT HIS VA IS PAVITR IN ATSV IS EVEN BETTER!

- I FUCKING LOVE RIFF! UGH HE IS SO FINE! Him and Clay are so EVRUIAIBHJES - Is an dom in bed but dosen't mind when you tie him up every now and then he just likes to be more dominant - Gentle Dom! but sometimes might be an Rough Dom! if he's annoyed which is rarely - Praise this man HELL DEGRADE HIM AND HE'LL BE AN MESS!! Do it All the time. - Tell him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks. -He’ll blush and duck his head, but he thrives onz your words as he hides his head in your shoulder moaning loudly - Hands on your ass, or thighs whenever he can be able to touch them - He’ll whine when you grab his jaw and make him look at you. - Dig your nails onto him and he'll be an mess - Make him repeat your praise back to you, make him say that he’s so pretty, that he’s such a good boy, make him say he’s yours and yours alone.

- What are his turn on’s? Biting, Kissing and marking, Bondadge, BDSM, and light touches on his skin

- What are his turn offs? talking about your ex regularly, Cheating, bad breath, blood play

- favorite positions are the slider, the lean in, the rocket, Reverse cowgirl, Missionary, Cowgirl and doggy - He's very vocal so you have to kiss him to shut him up as he rutts into you which is pulsing on his dick - When he has to masturbate if your not there he’s rougher with himself he’s full of desperation with how much he’s thinking about you, and he wants to take you right in his bed loving the idea of being naked around you when you’re not with him - He keeps thrusting hard while he’s cumming, grinding his hips against yours, milking every last drop of his orgasm

- He Cums a lot, like my god does it make for a great cream pie and he'd definitely just want to cum inside you whenever you let him

- His cum is like an thick milk white coat that he loves to see on your stomach, leave your holes, or on your face he dosent care he just loves to see it in you - His length is of 16 cm (6.3 in) and a girth of 12.2 cm (4.8 in) flaccid but when erected it would be an 16.51 cm(6.5in) when hard and the girth would stay the same

- If you ask him to man handle you or hurt you in the process of the doing the devils tango he would do it - He loves having control when you are doing so he likes stopping his movements on purpose just to hear you whine and beg for him to go back to railing you

- HE WOULD SUCK YOU OFF/ EAT YOU OUT IF YOU EVEN FIRST START YOUR SENTENCE “Hey Riff Can you- Ngh~!” He already started to eat you out/ suck you off in an second “Fuck You taste good” riff said his tongue lapping around your tip/folds

- Literally loves teasing you any chance he gets but would wanna be reassured every once in a while to make sure he’s not hurting you too bad and would make sure you feel alright and good

- Wouldn't mind fucking you in public places in secret for fun as he covers your mouth as he's balls deep into you - Makeout sessions backstages or some more STEAMY stuff going on before an concert - Sticks his tongue out drooling as he bends you over his tail smacking the floor many times happily as you are doing the devils tango backstage

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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