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raggellion · 2 years

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Morals: Chapter 8

Riff Lorton

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Warnings: maybe some cursing

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“What on earth are you staring at?” Val asked me with a concerned look on her face. I snap out of my trance with a ‘huh?’

“You were staring at the door with that look of impending doom.”

“Oh.. um,” I start, trying to think of any other excuse I could give as to why I was staring off into space with a frown on my face. “I was jus-“ Fortunately for me, I didn’t have to think of an excuse; not that Val would buy it anyway. Riff and Diesel come walking through Doc’s.

“What do you want?” Val asks them, narrowing her eyes.

This is awkward. This is very awkward.

“Hey princess.” Diesel says with a wink, ignoring Val. Normally it would be cute, but somehow the nickname made my insides turn. “Hey,” I said awkwardly, giving a small smile. If I’m being honest, I totally forgot about Diesel. Sure the dance was fun with him and all, but I don’t really know if I’m all that interested anymore.

My eyes flicker to Riff, who doesn’t even acknowledge my presence. “We’re here for Tony.” He says.

Valentina sighed. “I told you to leave him alone. Tony is trying to better himself. It’s time you do the same, Ri-“ “I didn’t come here for this, I came here for Tony.” He interrupts. His voice is strict. Riff picks a toothpick from the shaker on the counter and inserts it into his mouth. Jeez what is his problem today?

“I’ll go get ‘em.” Diesel signs, disappearing into the basement. Valentina chases after him, “Ay, you’re not allowed down there.” She says, her voice fades away as she enters the basement.

I shuffle awkwardly as Riff stands in silence. “Hi,” I say, breaking the uncomfortable silence that was in the room.

“What’s up, kid.” He said nonchalantly, not daring to look at me. My face burned. Kid? That’s what you call the person who sucked your dick only a night ago without even kissing you? If you’re wondering what happened last night when he came over again, he didn’t. He simply didn’t show up. Now he’s calling me kid? Leave it to me to do something intimate with a literal gang leader, only for him to like never talk to me again.

“I thought you were coming over last night,” I said quietly. He kept playing with the toothpick in his mouth so I went on. “You sa-“ “I dunno what ya want me to do, Lily.” He said, sternly.

I stood up from my stool. “I want you to talk to talk to me!” I say, whisper-shouting. He turns away again. “Why won’t you just talk to me?” I say quietly, my voice breaking a bit. My eyes stung with shame, welling up.

“I’m talking to ya right now, kid.” He said, head still facing another direction.

“I’m right here. Why won’t you even look at me or have a normal conversation with me?” I whisper.

“I really don’t got nothin‘ to say to ya, Lilianna. We ain’t dating.” If he wants to play like that, so can I.

“Don’t come to my window anymore.” I say with anger and hurt in my tone. I rush upstairs before the tears spill, not that he would actually care to look at me and see them anyway.

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I felt bad for Val, of course. I didn’t come out for the rest of the day. She must have known it was Riff, though. Val always knows.

I stayed curled up in my bed. A small fraction of my innocence just…. Gone.

A small knock on my window drew my attention away. My heart filled with joy. Despite what I told Riff earlier, I’d actually been hopeful that he would show up again.

I rushed over to the blurry window and unlatched it, however it was not Riff. It was Diesel.

“Hey,” he said, entering through the window. “I came to ask ya somethin’” he said cheerfully. I faked a smile, hoping he wouldn’t see through me. He couldn’t; I didn’t even really know the guy that well.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“So when I came up from the basement, you disappeared. What happened?” He asked. My heart leapt in my chest. Was it that obvious that we were having a moment up there? “Uhh, I don’t know.. I guess I just wanted to go upstairs for a bit. Why do you ask?” I said, slightly stammering. He pondered for a bit before speaking.

“Ahh it’s probably nothin’. I came up and the guy seemed… off.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t wanna assume nothin’ but he seemed like he was on the verge a’ tears. An’ that ain’t like Riff, y’know?”

I nod slowly. Verge of tears? That’s some bullshit. Did he send Diesel here to try and make me feel bad? He wouldn’t. So maybe he was actually about to cry. It doesn’t change the fact that he was literally such an asshole today.

Despite what happened today, my heart really did ache for him. I so desperately wanted to press my cheek against his chest and go to sleep again. It all seemed like so long ago that I was able to do so.

“I also came to ask ya something else.” He said nervously. Oh no…

“Would you be up for another dance tomorrow? Some of the gang will be there and I think it’ll be a good time.” He said, meekly. Jesus, how many dances does this place have?

I sighed. “Listen Diesel,” “We can just go as friends.” He interrupts quickly, a rosy blush spreading on his face. “I’m usually pretty good at telling when a girl ain’t into it. The gang’s cooled down now too, so ya don’t gotta worry about that.”

I smile at him, “Then that sounds lovely. I’m in.”

His eyes light up in excitement. “I’ll pick ya up same time as last time. Goodnight Lily.” He said, kissing my cheek. I wished him a ‘goodnight’ as he exited back out through the window.

My sleep was troubled that night. How could someone who acted like they adored me, just turn their back the day after doing something intimate.

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“Val! Do you know where I put my silver earrings?“ I called down to Valentina. Diesel would be here any moment and I still don’t have my jewelry ready yet.

I catch sight of myself in the mirror and twirl my red dress at the sight of myself. “Si, amor,” Valentina answered my previous question, coming up the stairs to deliver me the earrings.

She gasped when she saw me. “You look beautiful as always.” She said affectionately as she handed me the earrings.

I gently slipped them on.

“Perfect.”

Diesel arrived not too long after, clad in a grey suit and tie. We arrived to the dance without Tony tonight. He and Maria decided to go for milkshakes before stopping by the dance.

“Ya wanna dance? I promise there won’t be any gunshots.” Diesel asked, chuckling. I can’t promise.

I smile at him and grab his hand. He wraps me in a tight position as we slowly dance to the sentimental music. Diesel’s hands tightly wrapped around my waist.

If I was being totally honest, I couldn’t help but wish they were Riff’s hands. That he was Riff, and he was coming to tell me he felt the same. But that wouldn’t happen.

It didn’t take too long to spot Riff in the crowd of dancers. It was who I spotted him with that caused bile to rise up to my throat. Was he dating her the entire time when I was in my attic, obliviously sucking him off? Was he with her when he told me I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? When I slept peacefully on his chest?

Riff seemed to notice me too, and the anxious look on my face. His gaze was empty, void of any emotions.

“Ya seem distracted,” Diesel says, his thumb rubbing soft circles around my hip. Oh god. No matter how light-hearted the action was, it made my skin crawl a bit. I snap my attention back to him. “Let’s try this again,” he said with a small smirk. No. “I thought we were here as friends…” I tell him as he leans in close to me. His face was so close and my heart leapt in my chest. “Diesel stop,” I whisper, but he doesn’t budge. “Please Lily. Ever since I saw ya I’ve been dyin’ to kiss ya.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Riff storm out of the gym. I back away from Diesel. A ‘WTF’ look was written on my face and I leave, immediately going outside to follow Riff.

“Riff!” I call. The light from the sunset blinds me as I quickly run down the school steps. The boy turns around, a defeated look on his face. “Ya were right y’know.” He said quietly. I didn’t answer, waiting for him to continue.

“I shoulda talked to ya. I dont even know why I did it. I couldn’t bear to hurt ya anymore- Seeing ya kiss him-“ he stuttered, stopping before a loud sob/ breath escaped his lips.

“Woah, woah, Diesel and I never kissed,” I whisper, inching toward him.

“What do you mean hurt me?” I asked softly.

“Ya got so much ahead… and I’m just a street boy slowly losing my territory. I’m only gonna drag ya down, Lils.” He choked out. Tears pricked my eyes. “Graziella made sure I was aware a’ that. Told me I’d ruin yer innocence, being so infatuated with ya the way that I am. Didn’t take me long to realize I was already starting to.” He said softly, reaching up to cup my cheek.

I smiled softly. “You’re not ruining my innocence Riff. Do you really think I want to stay a virgin forever?” I asked with humor lacing my tone.

“Yer the only thing I need.” He whispered.

The bright glow of the sunset lit up his face, and mine. His blue eyes shine bright, that little patch of brown turning honey in the sunset.

Riff quickly pressed his lips to mine, engulfing us both in a sweet state of bliss. A content sigh left my mouth as our mouths worked together in perfect unison.

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wh2m · 4 months

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→ "Henry Butash On The Making Of The Atlantic City Story With Broadway Stars Mike Faist And Jessica Hecht"

“I think where Mike’s so great is just, even when he’s not delivering dialogue, he’s just giving such a strong performance with his looks. You can always feel him thinking when you look at him—you can see him thinking. Which is sort of the mark of really good film acting, at least.”

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jesuistrestriste · 9 months

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♡ You're Such A Loser pt. 2; Art Donaldson x Reader ♡

nsfw (18+) cw: 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.

word count - 2.9k

note : 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)

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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 again.”

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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jilllovesmike · 10 months

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Just the beginning

#mike faist #art donaldson #challengers movie #zendaya #josh o'connor #west side story 2021 #connor murphy #dear even hanson #panic amazon #riff west side story #morris delancey #newsies #the atlantic city story #challengers

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guillotineman · 2 months

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Quentin Tarantino: "I loved 'West Side Story (2021, dir. Steven Spielberg).' The best movie of 2021, should have won the Oscar and the guy who played Riff should have won the Oscar. It’s the only film that I’ve seen, on my own, at the theater, twice. It was beyond the beyond. It was right up there with 'Fury Road'..."

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mikedfaist · 2 months

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can we have more riff headcanons? maybe some spicy/smutty ones too?

I was worried this wasn't smutty enough for the smut club but I gave all that I could with an impending migraine but if you would like a part 2, let me know, or even a headcanon for for another character Part 1 | Part 2

The first time the two of you were ever intimate was after your third date.

You had told yourself that he was only going to walk you home, that he wasn’t coming inside, but somehow, someway, you found yourself entangled with him in your bed.

It must have had something to do with his lips sucking on our neck, and how you could feel his cock pressing into your leg through his jeans.

He just has this alluring semblance about him that you cannot resist.

And boy, did he find you just as compelling. From the moment the two of you met, you were the only thing he could find himself thinking about.

And he loved to think about you, especially when he was alone, with is hand wrapped around his cock—

When he cums, he has to be holding you. When he’s taking you from behind, he pulls you up so your back is flush with his. When he’s on top, he nearly collapses so he’s lying right against you, his face buried in your neck.

You’re obsessed with the sounds he makes.

Mostly soft moans, where he’s biting his lip to keep quiet. The only time he’s ever worried about the noises is if he knows some of the boys might be meandering around the apartment. Though a part of him enjoys the idea of them hearing how good he makes you feel.

Riff has a voyeurism kink.

Which explains why he seemed content with fucking you in front of the boys at that abandoned warehouse party.

There have been possible talks about a threesome with Ice, but Riff knows his jealousy will get in the way.

But he also can’t get the thought of you taking it from someone else while you suck his cock out of his pretty little head.

One night, you, Riff, Rhonda and Action went to the drive-in, and by the end of the night, all four of you found yourselves in the backseat, straddling your boyfriends, riding them into oblivion.

Riff’s favorite place is between your legs. It’s the perfect way to start the day if he’s being honest.

He loves to fuck you, but he also loves to be fucked.

The moment you take control, it’s all over for him. He will do whatever you say.

You once gave him a blowjob behind the bleachers at the dance.

The Jets have nicknamed you both “the rabbits”.

You fucked on your rooftop on multiple occasions.

Riff is a softy when he wants to be. On your one-year anniversary, he kicked all of the boys out of his apartment so he could have you over, and happily fuck you wherever you pleased.

But, that boy does love to make love to you. He swears he cums the hardest that way.

He loves to have you close, even when you’re riding him. He has to be touching you in some way.

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OMFG I LOVE U. (platonically, your honor). omg omg omg do u interact with the newsies shit too??? (i'm @ask-sarah-jacobs)

' hah Im flattered! and I interact with some of the lads. So I guess my answer for that is yes '

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→ Naheem Garcia On Playing Tashi Duncan’s Father In Challengers Starring Zendaya, Josh O’Connor and Mike Faist

“They couldn’t have asked for better actors; all three of them were amazing. You’re talking about one of them who was in West Side Story and the other from The Crown. These are top actors and they’re young people. Young but they’re at the top of the game right now – and they have a nice chemistry.”

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“the more i give the more you want me less” – riff about tony, probably

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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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Morals: Chapter 7

Riff Lorton

Notes: hehehe this was… interesting to write.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut

Words: 2.2k

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I decided to sleep in some more, after all, I didn’t have work and I kinda wanted to continue my dream, that included some details about last night… maybe even some extras. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to wipe the grin off my face. A loud bang to my attic door forced my eyes open.

“Lily, are ya’ awake and decent?” Asked Tony from the other side of the door. Part of me wanted to pretend to be asleep but he probably would barge in anyway. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Wanna go get a milkshake at Cubby’s?”

Ok, a milkshake doesn’t sound too bad right about now…

“Yeah, sure. Give me a couple minutes to get ready.” I called out to him and quickly sprinted to my bathroom.

The outfit I chose was a simple black top with some shorts. My hair was styled in a high ponytail and I didn’t bother to apply any makeup to my face.

I walked downstairs as Tony looked at me with a sheepish grin. “What?” I asked defensively, to which he also puts his hands up in defense. “Nothin’, nothin’.”

We exit Docs with an awkward tension in the air. I feel Tony stealing glances at me from time to time, lips still pressed into that stupid smile. I turn to him, annoyed. “Tell me what’s going on, Tony.” I snap. He starts to laugh and my face burns bright red. “How about ya tell me what going on instead… either you was watching a movie with someone that sounds exactly like Riff, or the guy was in yer room last night.”

My face flushes with embarrassment. He continues, “God that's so weird to think my best guy friend and my best girl friend sleeping togetha’.”

I nearly choke at his words. “We did not sleep together!” Tony raises his eyebrow at me.

“I mean we slept… But that's all we did.”

“But why?”

“That’s a great question, Tone.” I say, cracking a genuine smile. “I know Val tells me that he’s dangerous and I should stay away but… when I’m with him, I-“ “feel like you’re falling?” He interrupts and I softly nod.

“We haven’t done anything yet… not even kissed and somehow I just feel this.. connection to him. But I’m half Puerto Rican and he’s a jet and- I don’t know where to go from here.” I confess and Tony slightly smiles. “How ‘bout I introduce ya’ to Maria? She’ll tell ya all about it.” He laughed and I found myself laughing along. “Look,” he continues. “I may not know what’s goin’ on in Riff’s brain 24/7, but I do know that he is absolutely smitten with ya. Known it from the first day ya met.” He says rather proudly.

Tony and I enter the restaurant and take a seat at a free table. “Hey Lily,” Tony starts and I hum in response, still looking over the choices of milkshake flavors. “How come I’ve lived here all my life, yet I’ve never really met you before all this?” He asked softly.

“Well… my family lived in an apartment in the same building as Valentina,” I explain. Neither the jets or the sharks went there. While I was able to see Tony or Riff from afar, they never saw me.

I continue,”When my parents died, I moved in with her. And then when tío Doc passed, things would get a little hectic so I volunteered to move in at Doc’s… which exposed me to all sorts of… trouble.” I say the last part teasingly.

“Do you remember ‘em? Yer parents?” Tony asked softly. “I was 7 so the memory comes and goes. I have one specific memory of my father and I. I was on his shoulders and I just remember laughing at the way eyes would look when he looked up at me.”

Images of my father, lovingly looking up at me flashed through my mind; eyes shining the same green color as my own.

A pretty waitress with short brown curls came over to take our order. “Hi! Welcome to Cubby’s, what can I get ya today?” She said with a bright smile on her face.

“I’ll get a chocolate shake.” Tony says. I look at the menu for the first time, instantly knowing what I want. “I’ll get a berry blast shake with extra whipped cream please.” I say and Tony starts laughing. “What?” I ask, defensively.

“Berry blast, huh? Make that two chocolate shakes.” A familiar voice taunts from behind me. Oh gosh. Riff motions for me to scoot over in the booth, taking a seat as I did so.

Tony meets him with a fist bump. “Yo what’s up man. Glad ya made it.” He invited Riff?

Riff turns his head to look at me but I keep my gaze straight in front of me. “Yeah me too, buddy boy. Had a great night. Only fitting to start off with a bang.” He says as his eyes burn holes into me.

Tony eyes us with humor in his gaze. The waitress comes back over with our shakes and I’m relieved that the focus between us 3 is now located elsewhere.

The woman hands me my drink and I immediately take the straw out and use it to spoon whipped cream into my mouth.

“Woahh. This is all going in here.” Tony whistles, pointing to his stomach. He begins to greedily slurp at the drink.

I swiftly twirl the red and white straw between my fingers as I continue to pick up a bit of whipped cream and plop it in my mouth, awkwardly lapping the cream off the straw. Riff’s eyes stayed glued to me, and I couldn’t help but notice he hadn’t touched his shake. His hand was in a tight fist that popped his veins out. My eyes slowly reached up to meet his. His jaw clenched, eyes stayed focus on my every move. He looks uncomfortable… or sick. What did I do now? “Are you okay?” I ask, softly.

He lightly nods and looks away after screwing his eyes shut for a few moments. A gnawing feeling built up in my lower stomach. Did I make him feel upset? He was fine a moment ago. My gaze dropped to my lap. What di- then I noticed it.

His trousers restricted his growing arousal as a tent formed in his crotch area. I avert my eyes quickly, but it’s too late. I watch as Riff smirks at me from the corner of my eye. A rosy blush spreads, confirming my embarrassment.

“Yo… María!” Tony calls, staring past us to the glass window. Great. Just great. “I’ll see ya guys later.” He said and rushed out the door, slapping a 20 dollar bill on the table. Well at least he covered for our bill too. I steadily sipped at my blue drink as Riff and I both stayed silent. He quickly gulped his down within a couple seconds.

“Can we go?“ I ask quietly. He nods and stands up from the booth, offering me a space to slide out. I pretended not to notice as Riff subtly covers his obvious erection, that he knows I saw.

The silence nearly swallowed me whole as we walked, shoulder to shoulder. I’ve never been in a situation where a boy has this type of reaction to me. It ignited a flame somewhere inside of me and tingled all the way down to my core.

I practically shoved Riff in my attic the second we got to Doc’s. I was particularly grateful that Valentina was in the basement at the moment. She didn’t have to witness him entering my room, trying to cover up what looked like a painful erection.

I pressed Riff up against the door, leaning closer with every passing second. I’ve never wanted him more. The desire, the hunger for him gnawed at my core, my lips, my most intimate areas.

“Lily,” he said, stopping me. He lightly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. What is he doing? Did he stop being attracted to me within the 24 hours we were last together? My face stung with shame and I walked away, taking a seat on the bed. My eyes met with the ground and they dared not to look up any more.

Riff rushed over to me, crouching right in front and cupping my face with his hands. He tilts my chin up to look at him. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because you saw.” He says softly. He doesn’t understand. I’ve never felt this way before. Fully consumed with desire for him. To taste him, feel him, smell him, see him, hear him.

He stands up straight now, ready to walk away, but I grab his hand. My face is eye level with his crotch.

My heart thuds in my chest. I’ve never done this before. What if I get it wrong? What if I can’t make him feel good? What if I’m just bad at everything all together.

My hand shakily comes up to palm Riff through his trousers. A groan comes from his throat. I look up for any sign of protest, but there weren’t any. Riff’s eyes were glued on me, filled with lust. He gives me a small nod. I continue to palm him through the trousers, small stifled groans unleashing here and there.

I trail my hands up, my fingers dancing around the waistband of his trousers. My heart pounds in my chest as I get bolder. I slowly dip my fingers below the waistband, slowly pushing my hand into the warmth underneath.

I wrap my fingers around his manhood and slowly start to pump him, still from inside his trousers. My eyes widened at the size. Woah, that’s big.

I was frightened to pull the trousers down, to see what was underneath.

My hands continued massaging the soft, warm skin. It moved easily, with each back and forth motion that I performed. Riff’s groans were louder now, he struggled to silence them, clenching his jaw every now and then.

It’s time. I slowly pull down the trousers, firstly revealing a patch of light blond, curly hair on his pubic bone. I go further, pulling his trousers down even more to reveal his throbbing erection. The veins showed his arousal even more as his hard dick pointed straight out, facing me.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, breathlessly.

I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and continue to pump faster now. His groans grow consistent and faster. Here goes nothing.

I take the soft pink head of his cock between my lips, slowly pushing him further and further into my mouth. The taste of his skin was satisfying, soothing every urge that previously told me to jump his bones. Every urge except one… my core throbbed and ached for him. Riff moaned, loud and vocal this time.

I broadened my tongue as I bobbed my head back and forth, brushing against the underside of his dick. Riff’s fingers played with the ponytail on my head.

“Lils… I-I’m about to finish. Ya don’t g-gotta swallow if ya don’t wanna.” He struggled to make out, but my mouth remained on him, sucking and licking to give him the pleasure he needed.

His breathing became irregular, quickening as he finished, spurting his hot liquid down my throat. I coughed, choking on the liquid as he fixed himself into his trousers and collapsed on the bed.

“God damn Lils. Where’d ya learn to do that?”

“Heard about it, I guess.”

The truth is, before moving into Docs, my friends would tell me all about their experiences with various different shark members. I’d always feel different from them, like I was the only one who hadn’t done those things… but hey, at least I picked up some experience for my firsts.

“Ya never done somethin’ like that before, have ya?” He asked softly and I shook my head.

“Well then I gue-“ “Lily!” Tony interrupted from downstairs. “Come down! I got a surprise for ya.”

“I’ll be right down!” I yell back, silently urging Riff to get up. He makes his way toward the window.

“Wait,” I call to him and he turns around to face me. “I’ll see you later?”

A bright smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “That you will, Lils.” He says and then disappears through the window.

I sigh, a small grin forming on my lips. What just happened?

I make my way downstairs to see what Tony has to show me. There he stands, smiling near the counter. As I get further downstairs, I see someone is with him. A pretty girl with a tan complexion and the prettiest thick black hair. Maria. I could tell why he was so smitten with her. She’s beautiful. “Lily,” Tony said giddily.

“This is Maria. Maria, this is Lily.”

Maria smiles brightly at me and I reciprocate. “Hi! I’ve heard so many great things about you!” She says. Her accent is strong and melodic. “I can say the same about you as well! Nice to meet you.” I say, complying as she extends for a hug.

Maria is lively, funny, smart, witty. As I talked to her, it seemed like she brought out the best in Tony. However I couldn’t say my mind was fully with the conversation. How could it be, with the lingering taste in my mouth and the new vivid memories that made my core ache and clench uncontrollably.

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