#West Side Story Imagine

[sl-newsie]

A Clean Slate (Balkan x OC)

I also have a request. Balkan x OC. Idc what happens in it, I just need him!

Another sunny day. Too bad I have to spend it working indoors.

“God I hate this place,” Rita groans from across the shop. “I can’t wait to get outta here!”

“Calm down, mi querida!” Valentina assures her. “You may not like it here, but some of us had to work hard to get here!” 

My coworker goes on complaining while I zone out and scrub the counter. Rita’s always complaining because of her position in the Jet gang. Apparently the Jets are a big deal, but I’ve never personally met them because I just moved from Brooklyn. My father’s in the police force and he transferred to the West Side, which meant I had to wipe a clean slate and start over with making friends. Turns out the goils of the West Side ain’t so friendly and instead of being social I’ve decided on keeping a steady job during summer vacation. Doc’s is the perfect place because Valentina needs all the help she can get.

I hear the door bangs open and a man wearing jeans and a white tank top steps in.

“Ey, Rita! Ya done woirk’n yet? We’s got business in ‘Hattan to deal with!” 

“Alright, alright.” Rita follows the brute out, strangely looking more bored than before.

Time slips by, only providing us with a few customers, and before I know it it’s already 5:30.

“Time to clock out, Lottie.” Valentina walks out from the back room holding the keys. “Don’t worry about the clean up. Tony’s stopping by to mop. Buenas noches!”

“Good night, Valentina.” I grab my purse and head into the cool summer night. The sun hasn’t set yet and a gorgeous collage of orange and pink spreads across the sky. I clutch my purse close and begin the walk home-

“Hey! Runaway coin!”

The clinking sound of metal draws my attention to a silver-colored coin rolling down the sidewalk. It nearly reaches the sewer until I step on it with my blue heel.

“Much obliged, doll!” A man jogs up from behind and kneels down to look for his coin. “Um, where’d it go?”

“Oh, sorry.” I lift up my foot to reveal the gleaming coin. “Here it is.”

The man keeps his face down as he retrieves his possession. What I don’t expect is for him to lean down to kiss my foot.

“Excuse me?” I jerk away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Now the man stands up and I can see him. He’s wearing an olive-green shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a blue vest, along with dark jeans and sneakers. At first I think he’s too bizarre to trust, however the thankful expression on his face makes me reconsider.

“Sorry, doll. ‘S just that this coin means everything to me. Guess I overreacted.” He holds out a hand and we both shake, causing my heart to respond by racing much too fast than I’d like it to.

“You ain’t from here, are ya? I’d remember you if you were.”

I shyly shake my head and fidget with my purse. “No, I just moved from Brooklyn.”

“Brooklyn, eh? Well then let me be gentlemanly enough to officially welcome you to the West Side!” He gives me a quick salut. “Name’s Balkan, from the Jets.”

My breath catches and I step away. “Jets? That’s the gang everyone talks about. I heard some people were almost killed in a fight last month.”

Balkan pockets his coin and holds up a steady hand, eyeing me with a calm demeanor.

“Yeah, there were a few close calls. But that was before the peace agreement. You got nothing to worry about.”

I want to believe him, but my father’s teachings are spinning through my head.

“My father’s a police officer. If you do anything to me, he will find you.”

There’s a noticeable spark in Balkan’s eyes, something that imitates fear. But it only lasts a split-second. He steps a few feet back and holds his hands out for me to see.

“I’m unarmed, I swear. I don’t want you to feel unsafe. What’s your name?”

He knows his law procedures. This is how dad says criminals are supposed to stand when they’re arrested. Has he ever been arrested? Calm down, Lottie. He asked a decent question. 

“I’m Lottie.” My voice shakes a little. “Nice to meet you, Balkan.”

Balkan nods respectfully. “That’s a pretty name. If you want you can call me Marcus. That’s my real name, Marcus Jackson.”

I’ll have dad run a background check on him later.

“Since you’re new, would you want me to show you around?”

Keep calm, relax. He’s just being friendly.

“Um, maybe some other time? During the day?”

It’s strange how Balkan isn’t getting annoyed by my paranoid behavior. He’s been nothing but respectful, which is something I don’t expect from a gang member.

“I get that. Is your home nearby? I wanna make sure you get there safely.”

I inch further away towards the direction of home. “I’d rather not have you know where I live, if you don’t mind. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

Taking a deep breath, I swiftly walk past the now-stuttering Jet.

“What’s it gonna take for you to trust me?”

I keep walking. “In Brooklyn I learned to trust nobody. People are disappointing, they will take what they want and spread lies when they’re through with you.”

Now Balkan is walking to keep up. “I’m sorry that happened, but not everyone is like that. It doesn’t have to be too serious. I’ll start.” He clears his throat. “Hello, my name is Marcus. I come from a broken family because my own father left when I was 5. I met the Jet leaders Tony and Riff a few years ago, and since then I've become one-a the Jets’ best fighters. I know that sounds whacky to you, but to me the Jets are my family.”

His sad background sounds like lots of the cases dad talks about at home. He says delinquents are unpredictable. But this is the first time I’ve heard the other side of the story.

I stop walking and look at Marcus with a different perspective. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that. We both have conflicted pasts, but that shouldn’t define the future. Would you, um, still be willing to walk me home?”

Dad’s going to kill me.

Marcus grins in delight and offers an arm. More gentleman than delinquent. “I’d luv to, Lottie.”

I take his arm and we resume walking. Another trait that surprises me is his smell. It’s mint. Like a fresh peppermint pattie.

“Why is your coin important to you?” Just keeping up the conversation.

“It was my old man’s. He gave it to me before he left, said a million-dollar fortune could be made out of a single coin.” Marcus shakes his head and laughs. “Some fortune now, huh?”

His unfaltering optimism is something to admire. “What is it you plan to do for a living after school?”

“Dunno, maybe something with mechanics. I’m pretty good with building things. Have you met Jackie yet?”

The name brings no familiarity. “No?”

“She works with me in the shop. Jackie’s Velma’s little sister.”

I grit my teeth. “I do know Velma. Her and Grazie are… interesting.”

Marcus chuckles. “Yeah, they can be a handful. Jackie ain't like that, though. She’s nice.”

I give him a questioning look. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’re new here and I can tell you’s looking for friends. Am I right?”

Ok this guy’s growing on me. First he offers to take me home, now he’s taken interest in helping me fit in.

“Y-Yeah. I’m not too good at finding friends. Thank you.”

“No problem.” We turn the block and start walking down my street. “So what’s your plans for after school?”

I don’t wanna lie, but I feel that my planned career will make him feel embarrassed.

“Um, I’m looking into being a professor of anatomy.”

Marcus’ head swings to look at me with wild eyes. Here it comes. Go ahead, make fun of the weird, nerdy outcast newcomer-

“That’s amazing!”

What?

I stare at him. “You’re not upset?”

Balkan repeatedly shakes his head, still smiling. “Why would I be? That’s a top-notch job! You must be one smart cookie, Lottie!”

I slowly realize that my brain isn’t going to get me mocked. “Thank you! Normally people hear that and think it’s crazy for a woman to be teaching at a university.” I bite my lip. “That’s- that’s actually part of the rumors I had back in Brooklyn. The girls used to say I was less feminine for wanting to take up a man’s job.”

Balkan stops walking and puts a hand on my shoulder. Earlier my instincts would’ve been to kick his crotch and run, but now I’m not afraid anymore.

“Those bitches don’t know what they’re saying. They’s jealous because you’s smarter than them, Lottie. Being smart don’t mean you’s less feminine. In fact, lots-a guys admire a goil with brains.” A smile grows on his face. “I know ‘cause I’m one-a them.”

Oh God. Steady, Lottie. But it’s no use. The walls I’ve built to keep people out are cracking. How has this man been able to make me feel special when he literally just met me?

“Who are you, Marcus Jackson?” I whisper. “You show up chasing a coin, a complete stranger. And now you treat me like an actual person.” My body reacts by giving him a soft hug, one that Marcus accepts gently.

“You’s a real nice goil, Lottie. Anyone should treat you like one.” I hear him sigh. “I’m probably gonna get killed for this.”  Before I can ask Marcus pulls away and looks down at me with soft eyes. “Lottie, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? It don’t have to be much, just- Maybe as friends?”

It’s a good thing Marcus is still holding me because if he wasn’t I’d be crumbling to the floor.

“You mean that? An actual date?” I can’t hide my excitement. “No one’s ever asked before. Are you sure?”

The Jet boy’s eyes widen. “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”

Through my sudden happiness I feel tears beginning to form. “I’d luv to, Marcus. But first-” I give a small laugh. “You should probably meet my parents first.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “Absolutely!”

“Good! Because… This is me.” I point to the door of the small house we’re standing in front of.

“Nice place,” the Jet compliments.

“Thank you. Would you like to come in? Dad won’t be home for another hour but I can ask if you can stay for dinner.”

Marcus looks as if I’d just offered him a million dollars. “Um, yeah! I mean, if it’s alright with your folks- Am I dressed well enough?”

I can’t help but laugh at his adorable statement. “You’re fine, Marcus.” Taking his hand, I lead him to the front door and lead him deeper into my life.

“Mother! I’m home! I brought some company.”

“Hello, dear!” Mother comes bustling from the kitchen. When she sees Balkan she freezes and her eyes narrow. “Lottie, who is this man?” she asks in a stern voice.

I give Marcus’ hand a squeeze. “Mother, this is Marcus. He walked me home from work.”

The Jet sets himself in a respectful stance. “Good evening, ma’am. I just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe. I meant no disrespect.”

“Could he stay for dinner?” I ask hopefully.

Mother stews over my words with a conflicted expression. “Could I talk with you for a moment? Your friend can wait outside.”

That’s not exactly a no. Balkan doesn’t seem to mind because he gives a nod and walks back out without question. Once he’s gone, mother rushes over to put her hands on my shoulders.

“Sweetie, I am so happy you are trying to socialize. But is that boy the kind of crowd you think is right to be around?”

My confidence doesn’t slip. “I didn’t trust him either, but Marcus is a good man even if he is part of the Jets. You know how hard I’ve had it trying to find friends, mom. Well, Marcus and I are both starting with a clean slate. He’s not like the criminals dad deals with.”

Mother lets out a deep sigh. “Your father may not be happy at first.”

“I know. But please at least let him stay for dinner? Give him a chance for you to warm up to him.”

I think my goose is cooked. My parents have always been strict, and someone like Balkan isn’t exactly the prime example of dinner company-

“Very well, he can stay.” Mother’s worried look changes to a smile. “We’ve raised you well enough to have good judgment. I’m sure this young man is quite catching enough for you to bring him home. You’re growing up so fast, Lottie!” She gives me one last squeeze. “Alright, let him in.”

Feeling full of giddy hope I rush back to the door and open it to find an anxious-looking Balkan.

“My mother passed her blessing for you to join us! Come right in.”

Marcus looks like I just hung the moon. “O-Ok!”

I show him to the dining room and we both help set the table. Mother keeps a watchful eye as she brings out dishes of chicken and potatoes, but relaxes after she starts to see Marcus isn’t a threat.

“We usually eat before dad gets home,” I explain as we sit down. “Sometimes he gets overbooked with paperwork and doesn’t want us waiting too long.” I lean in and whisper: “You’ve met my mom, now you just need to survive my dad.”

Balkan’s face freezes in a look of new-found terror, but mother just laughs.

“I’ll talk him into it,” she assures. “Your father may be the head of the house, but the mother is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.”

Marcus and I grab hands under the table, and for once in my life I’m glad we moved from Brooklyn. This new start is refreshing for both me and Marcus, one that I hope will lead to something special.

(Sneaked in a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference!)

#balkan #balkan wss #wss 2021 #west side story #west side story 2021 #west side story imagine #west side story x reader #tony west side story #maria west side story #riff lorton #riff west side story #west side story jets

[sinofwriting]

The Sun Rises - Riff

Words: 376 Summary: Riff refuses to let her out of bed.

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She groaned as the sun hit her eyes, her body after years of waking up as the sun did had never failed her before, but she did wish it would wake her before the sun was up so high or so bright that blinded her when she first opened her eyes. With a sigh, she reaches across the mattress, resting her hand on Riff’s shoulder, before giving it a shake. “Wake up, Riff. It’s time to get up.” He mumbles into his pillow and she gives him another shake. “C’mon we both got work today.” He lifts his head from the pillow, “no.” the word is drawn out. “Yes.” She laughs. He grumbles, but turns onto his back.

Figuring that’s it, she throws the blanket off of herself, ready to get up for the day only for a body to roll on top of her.

“Nope.” Riff says, sounding a little more awake than before. “Riff.” She warns, trying to wriggle out from underneath his body. “We have work, I have work.” She corrects, knowing that Riff could give a crap about going to his construction job on time or at all today. It was Sunday, which meant it wasn’t mandatory for any of the boys to go. “Skip.” He mumbles, brushing his lips across the skin of her neck. “Jenkins will kill me.” “Jenkins, thinks the sun shines out of your ass, doll. I think he could forgive you for missing a measly Sunday.” She sighs, knowing that he did have a point. Jenkins was more sweet on her than any of the others. Reminded him of his granddaughter, she was pretty sure it was she got the job in the first place. “Fine. But, I’m not missing another day for the next three months, Riff.” She tells him, voice stern. “What you say now.” “Riff!” “I’m joking, I’m joking.” He laughs, rolling off of her but intertwining their fingers to keep some contact between them. “Now rest your eyes for a bit more. I’ll make you breakfast when the birds stop singing.” “The birds never stop singing.” “At nine then, when people should actually be up.” She lets out a mumble, but closes her eyes, relaxing further into the bed and into sleeps’ clutches.

#riff west side story x reader #riff west side story imagine #riff imagine #riff x reader #west side story imagine #west side story x reader

[lunamadhatter99]

Taking care of you

I wrote both Riff and Dodge, because I had a cute scenario for Dodge already in mind, but I also wanted to write again for Riff so... yeah. Hope you like it🤞

Chapter summary: And I was wondering if you could do a oneshot with Riff or Dodge about the reader being sick and him taking care of them? If not that’s okay :)

For @Charliedelancey

Dodge.

Let's make a list, shall we?

Nausea, headache AND vomit... what a wonderful day.

Fuck.

Today was supposed to be a good day: breakfast, shower and a date with Dodge.

He would've taught me how to ride a horse.. fuck.

I have to warn him we gotta postpone it so I grab my phone and call him.

"Hey babe" he quickly picks up the phone.

"Hi" I weakly say.

"Hey hey.. you okay? What's wrong?" He ask worriedly.

"Just.. this morning I woke up and I felt nauseous, my head feels like it would explode anytime and I threw up what I think was also last month meals..I don't think we're gonna see each other today" I tell him.

"Oh baby... don't you worry okay? Just rest, we'll see each other soon. Promise me you would rest" he says sweetly.

"I promise. See you soon"

"See you, baby"

And I hang up the phone.

I decide to make some tea, maybe it would help a little.

In the meantime the headache stopped, thankfully, but I still feel like throwing up anytime.

I go to the couch and just lay down closing my eyes focusing on my breathing and trying to relax.

After a while I hear the doorbell.

What. The actual. Fuck.

Who could be now?

I groan standing up and go to the door.

I smile as soon as my eyes land on Dodge's.

"What are you doing here?" I ask surprised.

"My baby isn't feeling well... what else was I supposed to do?" He asks rhetorically and let himself in closing the door behind him.

"Wh-" I start.

"Nah uh, you now go to bed and I'll make some food" he states walking up to me and moving his hands to frame my face.

"I will just throw it up.." I whine.

"You need something in your stomach, love. No complaints. Go upstairs and lay down, I'll be there soon" he kisses my nose, giving me a small push towards the stairs.

I do as he say and walk to my room to lay down on the bed.

After a few minutes he comes in and sits on the bed with me.

"The soup will be ready in a few minutes." He informs me, stroking my leg under the cover.

"You didn't have to come" I say to him.

"I know" he smiles. "We got a date, remember?"

"And what a wonderful date this is" I sarcastically reply.

"Well.. let's see: I'm with you, you can't get away from my cuddles and I get to take care of you... I'd say it's pretty wonderful" he explains.

"I..." I'm speechless.

"See? Can't argue, I'm right" he says proudly.

"Fine" I say trying to hide a smile.

"Good girl. Now rest and I will fetch your lunch, my lady" he dramatically says.

"Thank you, kins sir" I reply.

He just smiles and come up to kiss me sweetly.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

Riff.

My head is killing me...

My stomach is killing me...

Just my luck..

I promised Valentina I'd help her at the store, so here I am, hiding my pain ad much as I can.

"You sure you're okay, querida? You look pale" Valentina asks me worriedly.

"Yeah.. I'm fine" I lie.

"If you meed to go home, go. No te preocupes, okay? Don't worry."

"I'm fine" I lie again.

She sends me a sceptical look and just goes downstairs.

While I'm cleaning the counter the doorbell jingles I look up and roll my eyes seeing Riff entering the store.

"You know you can't be here" I tell him.

"Hi to you too, beautiful" he replies.

"Hi"

"You're okay?" He asks.

"Yeah" I say quickly.. or way too quickly.

"You're clearly not" he states. "Come, I'll walk you home"

"I'm fine. It's nothing" I tell him as I keep cleaning, avoiding his stare.

Then all of a sudden I feel my head spinning like crazy, I have to grab the counter to keep myself standing.

"It's clearly not nothing." He says, he's worried, I've never seen him this worried.

"I'm... I'm fine" I weakly say.

"Yeah sure and I'm a billionaire. Where the witch, I'll tell her I'm walking you home" he asks, already heading for the basement.

He comes back soon after, followed by Valentina.

"Ay ay, mi niña, go home. I can manage today" she reassures me.

"I'll send Tony to help. Is that okay?" He asks Valentina, who just nods.

"But.."

"No buts" Riff cuts me off "Let's go"

He gently grabs my arm and lead me out of the store, heading home.

After he made me lay down, he made tea and brought it to me.

"You're burning, pretty girl" he says touching my forehead.

"You always say that" I try to joke.

"True. But this time literally. Give me a second" he says getting up and walking round the bathroom.

He comes back with a wet cloth, that he put on my forehead.

"There" he says and slightly caresses my face.

"Why are you so worried?" I ask.

"Isn't it obvious? I like you, a lot. Why else do you think I come to the store this often?"

"To annoy me" I guess.

"Yeah.. also that, but that's because you look cute while mad" he says with a grin.

He gently grabs my hand stroking my knuckles.

"So.. what do you say.. would you let me take care of you?" He asks, hope filling his eyes.

I look at him and I see sincerity.

I smile at him.

"Yeah, Riff. I'll let you take care of me"

He seems surprised, but leans down to press a small kiss on my lips.

"And... when you get better... I hope you'll let me take care of you I'm other, more fun, ways" he says with a smirk.

"You're the worst" I slightly push him and he laughs.

"Oh as if you never thought about it" he jokes.

I laugh.

"You're denying!" He exclaims.

"Maybe" I say.

He smile at me and kisses me again.

"Try to sleep. I'll be here the whole time if you need me" he tells me.

I smile and close my eyes trying to get some rest, knowing he will take care of me... in any way apparently.

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #riff fanfic #riff x reader #west side story #riff imagine #wss riff #riff west side story #west side story imagine #panic prime #dodge mason smut #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason #dodge mason x reader

[captainlunaxmen]

hey loved you riff fic from your old account. Will you be counting it. No rush

Hey, love, first of all, thank you for reading it♥️ I'm so happy to hear there's still someone liking WSS🥰

Secondly, what do you mean by "counting it"? English is not my first language, so maybe I'm not catching immediately what you mean, sorry love😅 let me know, please ♥️♥️

#riff imagine #west side story #west side story imagine #mike faist #mike faist imagine

[veryberryjelly]

college!art headcanons

i watched challengers on saturday and i have not stopped thinking about this man since so here are some of my headcanons for him ! please send in some requests for challengers & top gun !

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

college!art who takes you to a drive in movie for your first date.

college!art who will use literally any excuse he can think of to see you before you're officially together. leaving things in your dorm, not reminding you if you leave something in his car, asking for help in classes he doesnt even take.

college!art who you practically live with after you've been dating long enough. whether its at your dorm or his, it is rare that you spend a night apart.

college!art who has a drawer in your dresser and gives you one in his so you can stay at his dorm comfortably.

college!art who tells you you're his good luck charm so you come to all of his matches.

college!art who goes straight to you after a win and you've learnt to go straight to him after a loss. either way you both end up in bed together.

college!art who absolutely love seeing you in his clothes. a t-shirt, his hat anything.

college!art who just adores being cuddled but won't admit it to anyone but you.

college!art who is such a slut for head scratches.

college!art who is fiercely protective. if you're out together his arm is wrapped around your waist to keep you by his side and also show to everyone eyeing you up that you're his.

college!art who doesnt really wear jewellery but if you get him any he is never taking it off. even if it turns his skin green.

college!art who tries to teach you tennis but ultimately gets distracted seeing you in those outfits.

college!art who is the subbiest motherfucker on the planet. but only for you.

college!art who always feels the need to have his hands on you in some way.

college!art who is the ceo of back hugs

college!art who will come running if you say you need him.

college!art who is essentially wrapped around your finger.

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut #art donaldson x you #art donaldson imagine #art donaldson fic #challengers 2024 #challengers movie #challengers press tour #challengers spoilers #challengers x reader #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig fic #tashi duncan x reader #tashi duncan #tashi duncan smut #mike faist #zendaya #west side story

[emcilly]

the way im alternating between Ao3, Tumblr, and Wattpad for Art Donaldson/Dodge Mason/ Mike Faist/ Riff fanfics is unreal.

#mike faist #challengers 2024 #mike faist imagine #art donaldson x reader #dodge mason #dodge mason x reader #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist x reader #panic tv show #west side story

[mikedfaist]

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.

#mike faist #riff west side story #riff x reader #mike faist imagine #riff smut #west side story 2021

[lovingmusicalmen]

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."

#riff west side story #wss riff #riff #riff imagine #riff x reader #riff fanfiction #west side story movie #west side story #mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist x reader #mike faist fanfiction

[pariahsparadise]

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 :)

#riff lorton x reader #riff lorton x fem!reader #riff lorton imagine #riff lorton headcanons #west side story #wss #wss riff #riff wss #west side story headcanons #riff lorton fluff #riff lorton x you #riff lorton x y/n #riff x reader #west side story riff x reader #x shy!reader #x reader #x reader insert #the jets #riff wss fanfiction #riff lorton fanfic

[auspicious-manner]

Hi! You’re such a fantastic writer!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where Riff survives the rumble, but needs medical attention and the reader is there to comfort him. (If it’s not too much to ask) Thank you!

thank you! i appreciate it so much ❤️ i love writing for my boy riff

fem reader x riff

warnings: injury, talk of wanting to die/death, weapons

Death Wish

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“happy rumble day, Y/N,” riff said excitedly as he came out of Y/N’s small bedroom and into the kitchen where Y/N was preparing breakfast in the middle of the afternoon.

“you know i’m not a fan of this, riff.”

she kept her back to him, and he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around the tops of her shoulders.

Y/N was the complete opposite of riff. she wasn’t even sure how she fell in love with him in the first place. they had opposing views, as she was constantly promoting peace between the two gangs in the city. but, they did have something in common. Y/N was outspoken, and brave, and stood up for herself. she was a good girl who liked bad guys, because bad guys brought out a fiery personality in her. and riff fit that definition perfectly.

riff squeezed Y/N’s body a little tighter. “come on girly, you know me. i’m going to be safe. those sharks can’t lay a finger on me,” he said quietly, kissing the back of her head before stepping away.

“i know you, you can hold your own. that’s not what i’m against. i don’t like the idea of this rumble in general,” she stated.

riff’s calm demeanor was growing into an impatient one. “it’s necessary. this is our turf, and no one gets to come into this city and steal what we worked so hard to build.”

Y/N noticed a complete switch in his tone. he went from being sweet to being sharp all in a matter of seconds. she turned around to find riff’s cold eyes fixated on her own.

she walked closer to him, and he looked down at her. “the sharks can’t steal land that was already previously stolen.”

riff frowned, his accent getting thicker with every word. “we were here first.”

“were you?” Y/N replied sassily.

riff’s playful side smile came back once more. “why are we arguing? i love you, and you love me, and you’re making me breakfast,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/N couldn’t help but fall into his trance. “we can agree to disagree.”

she rolled her eyes. “fine. that’s not going to stop me from trying to prevent this though.”

“i know it won’t.”

Y/N went back to her spot at the stove and continued to cook the meal. she finished it up, and split it into two for both her and riff. they sat down together at the small table, awkward silence thick between them.

“what time do you have to go tonight?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“it starts at midnight in the salt shed,” he replied.

“are you worried?” Y/N questioned quietly.

riff shook his head. “no. the sharks can’t do anything to me and my boys. we have the upper hand.”

she knew it was better to stay quiet than fight riff again, so she silently nodded her head and continued to eat. eventually, they finished eating and they cleaned up their messes.

“i’m going to go out, gotta see my boys before the big night,” riff said, smiling to himself. he stepped closer to her. “i’ll see you tonight, right?”

Y/N nodded. “yeah, i’ll meet you before you go to the shed,” she said back, her voice almost monotone.

riff rested his hands on her hips. “good,” he replied before placing a loving kiss on her lips. “see you later.”

he excitedly ran out the door, and Y/N watched as her one love walked out of her apartment to go make the most stupid decision he’s made yet. which, considering the amount of dumb decisions he’s made, truly says something.

she didn’t have the greatest feeling about tonight. maybe that was just because she was prone to excessive worrying. regardless, something didn’t feel right about what riff was doing. she tried her hardest to ignore the gut feeling that was making it’s presence known.

Y/N tried to keep herself occupied for the rest of the afternoon. her anxious thoughts kept her from going anywhere, so she decided to release her crowded thoughts into deep cleaning the entire apartment. it was long overdue, and she figured keeping busy would help calm her racing mind. by the time she had completed her task, it was nearing six o’clock. she decided to go out and meet riff at his jets group spot in the city.

she took a walk in the cool summer air as the sun began to fall behind the skyline. she arrived at the spot, and her quiet footsteps alerted baby john.

“riff, you’ve got a visitor,” he stated, causing the rest of the jets to flick their eyes to whoever it may be.

riff rounded a corner, and Y/N took notice of his appearance. he looked like he was ready for war in his vest covering his cream colored shirt, and his icy eyes widened when he saw her. she wondered why riff was so surprised, until she glanced down and saw a gun in his hand. he quickly slid his hand behind his back to hide it.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked almost frantically, stepping closer to her. every few steps he made, she would take a step back.

“riff, why the hell do you have a gun?” she asked, her voice cracking. “what do you think you’re going to do with it?”

“it’s just a precaution, darling,” he reassured, trying to calm her down. she shook her head. “the sharks are bringing heat, so i gotta bring heat.”

“oh yeah? and what happens if you get hurt? you and your boys are going to shoot them? what if they take your gun and shoot you?”

“that’s not going to happen, Y/N, i know what i’m doing,” riff said back, dropping the gun and finally approaching Y/N. he held her shoulders tightly.

“please riff, don’t do this,” she said in response, her eyes brimming with tears.

riff sighed. he considered it, but eventually removed his hands. “i’m going to bring it, but i won’t use it. okay?”

Y/N wasn’t happy with that either, but she nodded nonetheless. she felt a little bit better knowing riff wouldn’t be using it.

riff kissed her forehead. “the boys and i are goin’ out soon. i’ll see you when the rumble is over, yeah?”

“yeah. i love you,” she said quietly, resting her head on riff’s chest. his calm heartbeat immediately relaxed her. he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“i love you too, girly. it’ll be over before we know it.”

Y/N left, not sure what to do with herself in the meantime. she decided that since she wanted to be awake when riff came home, she would take a short nap back at her apartment. she walked home without a sound, and immediately went to her bedroom and went to sleep.

before she knew it, her body shot up out of bed and she checked the clock on the wall, which read 11:30. she paced around the room a little bit, and came to the conclusion that she couldn’t wait at the apartment for riff to come home; she had to see him.

Y/N threw on a sweater and hurriedly walked out the door, running down the streets to the salt shed. she kept a close eye on her watch, knowing that the rumble would start at midnight.

as she approached the shed, she heard the familiar sounds of footsteps down the pavement, and she spun around a building to hide from the jets. she held her breath as she watched the boys prepare for war and wait outside the shed. riff didn’t look like the sweet boy she knew and loved, he seemed almost animalistic.

then, right as her watch showed her that it was midnight, the boys walked in, and she knew the sharks had arrived. Y/N made her way closer to the shed when she knew the coast was clear, but on her way, a figure ran past her vision.

she tilted her head, and ran closer. that’s when she saw anybodys trying to get into the shed.

“anybodys!” she whisper yelled, catching their attention.

“Y/N, what are you doin’ here?” anybodys asked, catching the closing shed door.

Y/N ran up to the door. “i’m here for riff.”

Y/N always liked anybodys. she knew riff and the rest of the jets wouldn’t let anybodys in the gang, and quite frankly, they treated him like garbage. if Y/N caught this behavior, she would try her best to put a stop to it. anybodys was a great friend to her.

“it ain’t safe for you here!” anybodys whisper yelled back.

“i gotta be here, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i wasn’t.”

anybodys finally gave in, and together they slid under the door and gently closed it, hiding together behind a pile of salt. not long later, the door began to make noises from the outside, as if someone was trying to get in.

Y/N and anybodys sunk further down, until tony and chino slid their way under the door as well. she knew tony didn’t want the rumble to happen just as much as she did.

her eyes then stayed fixated on riff. Y/N could see from a mile away the reckless abandonment that was ever present in riff’s demeanor. he was prepared for anything.

“why are they talking so much?” Y/N asked to herself quietly. then, she watched as riff slid tony his gun. at least he was keeping his word.

they all talked more and more, and tony shared some words with bernardo. she couldn’t make out what was being said.

then, bernardo sent a punch to tony. Y/N gasped, and covered her mouth. tony didn’t fight back. bernardo flung his fists repeatedly at tony as the sharks and jets simultaneously yelled.

tony quietly said something to bernardo, and a full out brawl started between the boys.

“i can’t watch,” Y/N whispered, not being able to pry her eyes off the sight in front of her.

tony pinned bernardo and sent punches as the boys roared. then, as bernardo was nearing a blackout, he stopped. Y/N knew tony didn’t want to fight. he stood up and saw the outcome of what he was doing.

Y/N looked away for a split second, and when she turned around, bernardo and riff had knives in their hands and were eyeing each other.

“oh dear god,” she whispered. her face went pale as she watched riff.

she could tell riff didn’t want to do this anymore. there was fear in his eyes that wasn’t there before. bernardo and riff were afraid of each other.

they swung around the knives like it was choreographed. tony caught riff, leaving his back open for attack from bernardo. Y/N felt like yelling to tony to let him go. riff struggled to get out of his grasp.

then, he freed himself and turned around right into bernardo’s knife, which impaled him in his upper leg.

Y/N screamed. she didn’t care if she was caught at this point. she heard anybodys exclaim her name, but her world went silent. she came out behind the salt pile when she saw riff fall to the ground. tony took the knife and in return stabbed bernardo.

Y/N gasped again and took a step back. the room froze, confused as to what had happened. in a matter of seconds, two rival gang leaders lay injured on the ground, one being sprawled out dead.

Y/N ran into the action, and her footsteps alerted the group. their shock didn’t last long, for red and blue lights began to shine in through the windows.

the boys scattered, and tony backed away slowly, realizing what he had done.

“Y/N! tony! we have to go, now!” anybodys yelled trying to stop Y/N.

she ran to riff’s side and bent down next to him. he was still alive, but losing a lot of blood.

“Y/N… w-why are you here?” riff asked quietly.

“don’t talk about me, i’m here to help you, okay? we’re going to get you out of here.” she rested her hand on his cheek, and riff gently held her wrist.

“i can’t walk. you can’t get me out of here yourself. besides…” he took a deep breath in. “you’ve got company coming. you need to go now, Y/N.”

she began to cry. “i’m not leaving you riff,” she looked up to see anybodys ushering tony out.

“anybodys, tony! help me get riff out of here!”

tony left, and anybodys hesitated before running to riff’s side to help Y/N.

“Y/N, don’t do this. you’ll be caught,” he said again.

“you’re an idiot if you think i’m going to leave you here to die,” she fired back. she took off her socks and quickly tied them into a makeshift tourniquet to wrap around his leg. the pair stood him up on his good leg and he wrapped his arms around Y/N and anybodys’ shoulders, and together they hobbled out of the shed just in the nick of time.

anybodys and Y/N guided him into an alley not far from the shed, but far enough to stay out of the eyes of the police. they laid him down against the wall as he faded in and out of consciousness. “stay with me riff, please!” Y/N said as anybodys sent her a look. “thank you anybodys, i owe you one. i can take it from here,” she said hurriedly. anybodys nodded before running off to find tony.

“i’m going to fix you up, okay?” she told him frantically. luckily, she brought her purse which contained gauze, alcohol, and tape.

“y-you’re not a nurse,” riff said quietly.

“i know i’m not, but i’m not going to leave you alone to die. i can’t.”

she used the tourniquet around his leg to dab up the blood after untying it, and then she took the alcohol out of her purse and poured it over the wound. riff grimaced and squeezed Y/N’s arm tight.

she finished it off by wrapping it in gauze tightly and taping it down. “this won’t last you long, you need stitches.”

“we gotta wait until the heat dies down, Y/N. they’ll know this is from the rumble,” he pleaded.

“riff, we can’t wait any longer. that gauze can only hold you off for so long. i know the people that work the emergency room, they know i don’t get involved with the rumbles. it wouldn’t make sense for me to even be at the rumble. trust me, i know what i’m doing. they won’t know a thing.”

riff rolled his eyes, complying with the plan. Y/N helped him stand, and they hobbled a few blocks away to the nearest emergency room.

they walked in, and immediately the nurses took action. they took riff back and got to work on fixing his wound. Y/N knew them, for her mom actually used to work with these ladies in the same emergency room.

“how did this happen?” one of them asked, writing on a clipboard. riff looked to Y/N for an answer.

“um…he was getting ready for the big rumble tonight. when him and one of his gang members were practicing, he accidentally jabbed him in the leg before the rumble even began,” Y/N said, hoping the excuse was good enough. “riff just now decided to tell me.”

“he wasn’t at the rumble?” the nurse asked. Y/N shook her head.

“looks like your buddy got you pretty deep there. Y/N did everything right though to take care of you,” one said to riff, peeling away the soaked gauze to unveil the wound.

“we’re going to go get the equipment we need to fix him up,” another said before all of them piled out of the room.

“i don’t want to get stitches,” riff said as Y/N pulled over a seat next to him.

“you would have died, riff. it’s kind of a miracle you’re still here. the stitches are going to save your life.”

“what if i didn’t want to be saved?” riff said loudly, causing Y/N to be taken aback.

“what?” she questioned.

riff avoided eye contact. “why do you think i wanted you to leave me there? my death wish was obvious to everyone but you, Y/N. i kept it from you because of this exact reason. i always knew the outcome of today, i was supposed to die.”

tears formed in Y/N’s eyes. “riff, i-”

“what do i have to live for? tony’s no longer a jet, i’m losin’ my territory, you deserve better than me, so what do i have?”

Y/N took riff’s hand. “you have me. i don’t need anything better.”

riff finally made eye contact with her. he squeezed her hand back, and tears formed in his eyes as well. “you’ve been there for me more than anyone else, and here i am treatin’ you like shit.”

“i don’t care, riff. i’ll always love you regardless of anything. i love you more than you’ll ever know. i couldn’t bear to lose you today.”

riff smiled and rested his hand on Y/N’s cheek. “i don’t deserve you.”

the nurses came back in and gave him pain medications while also numbing the area around and in his wound to prepare to stitch it up.

“i’m scared, Y/N,” he said quietly. she went to the free side of the bed and took his hand.

the nurses quickly stitched him up, and riff pressed his eyes closed the entire time. he held on to Y/N’s hand tightly.

“all done!” the nurse said, stepping away from the bed. “we’ll keep you here for a while longer to monitor you and make sure everything is okay, but you should be able to leave later tonight.”

they thanked the nurses and Y/N and riff were left alone again.

“thank you for not giving up on me,” riff said, admiration in his eyes.

“i would never.”

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist x reader #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist riff #west side story #riff fanfic #wss riff #riff lorton #riff x reader #riff imagine

[allurared]

imagine you nepo baby your way into starring in an adaptation where you were horribly miscast because you really want an oscar and in the process reveal not only that the original work is 1. bad, 2. not as gay as everyone had thought (and that you might suck a little) and then not 3 years later your former costar stars in the critical darling of the year and maybe becomes an oscar contender by being gay for pay

#wintspeak #the gay for pay bit was a JOKE ok #idk if mike faist is straight also i don't care #also i swear i'll stop talking about challengers #but it genuinely gave me brain worms #so i'm watching jenny nicholson's dear evan hansen video and thinking #hmmmmm you know who was in dear evan hansen..... #also he probably didn't really... dodge a bullet since he was probably making west side story at the time #but like.... can you imagine

[sl-newsie]

Crush: what do I gotta do to make you like me?

Me: talk in a New York accent!

Crush: *huffs* really?

Me: *glares intensely* really

Me: p.s. you get extra credit if you dress like a Newsie

Seriously, any guy who talks New York-like is automatically on the radar! 😁

#newsies #newsies 1992 #newsies musical #newsies broadway #newsies x reader #newsies memes #new york #new york accent #west side story imagine #west side story x reader #wss 2021

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

If there is at least one thing I can credit FE for doing better than Tales in localization, it's not trying to actively go out of their way for an entire game to avoid subtext or direct text between two men that is romantic or implied romantic. Funny when it's so present that the attempt doesn't even work; infuriating that it was attempted to begin with.

So as much as I often have issues with some of FE's localizations, at least they have a leg up on loc Tales for that.

#DCB Comments #imagine changing entire sentences and vocal tones just to try to avoid it #if anything I'd say at least in FE the locs just... keep what's there like #they could've toned Soren and Houses Yuri down and they didn't. they just kept their lines or in some cases #especially with Houses Yuri I'd say leaned into them #have to specify bc Houses Yuri got to keep his bi agenda. Vesperia Yuri had the unfortunate issue of #the loc not wanting to keep his gay and trying reeeeally hard to avoid it #including altering entire sentences to avoid any woe is them misunderstandings about men having feelings for each other #meanwhile Houses Yuri is free to call men cute and lo and behold everyone loved that for him #they removed and altered a LOT of Vesperia Yuri's personality traits #(including any ability to express real sadness or fear bc woe is them if he's not a cool edgy man) #but they also really changed his tone toward Flynn PLUS some of what they say to each other #and twisted it to make it sound like Yuri was either angry or wasn't actually emotional abt him #forget the way they brought Grant George in for the DE release and made him sound just completely DEAD with zero personality #like. I can tolerate playing Houses dubbed despite my gripes with it (story based stuff) #it didn't feel like they were trying to alter LBGT+ aspects and they even for some rly leaned into it #basically if you haven't played Vesperia Yuri is... really gay coded. the loc pretended not to notice #in fact he's queer + gay coded bc and doesn't fit male gender norms and the gacha games LOVE that with his hair/outfits #Rays mind you is JP only bc it was shut down very quickly in the west and Vesp Yuri's story in Rays is uh #basically it centers around Flynn he loses his shit to protect Flynn and they do the usual like #don't-admit-it's-gay-outright in fictional media by using the ''Yuri's important person'' shtick #but he activates a special power in the middle of utterly raging to get Flynn back from their enemies #funny thing? that game never made it to that arc. I was told in about five months the western ver would've gotten that #but in some way I'm glad it didn't bc who knows how they would've tried to spin that #It's BAFFLING to me how you can get characters in Tales like JAY but the locs shake in their boots at the idea of queer gays #but given how allergic fictional media is to admitting a male character is gay -gestures to Ike and Vesp Yuri- #I'm not surprised I'm just actually angry that the locs try to censor homosexual relationships as much as possible even when they barely ca #if anyone does know Vesp Yuri and is confused on why I'm calling him gay coded despite what the dub did with Judith feel free to ask #bc I do ship them a little bit myself! but I just recognize that canon wise I really can't see him as anything but gay-demiromantic #but again at least FE locs don't shake in their boots anymore abt same sex pairs including men (side eyes Lucius/Raven)

[lunamadhatter99]

Panic

Part 9

So.. in this one made a little change in the story, for obvious reasons, basically Heather never hooked up with Ray, but with Tyler... since Ray is this series is interested in Y/n. It's a minor change, but just so you know🤷🏻‍♀️

As always let me know what you think and my requests are still open🤘

Chapter summary: I think you know what happens in this one😇 and also Carp's annual Derby.

Chapter warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use protection loves) Dodge.. just Dodge.

Tag list: @shenevertricks1831 @mixed-theater-faisty-tings @stuckinthesmalldoor @girlygirl-20 @jillo0315 @one-edgy-bitch

He arrives quickly than expected, so as soon as he knocks I let him in, offering something to drink.

"Water is fine" he offers me a kind smile.

"Water it is" I say going to the kitchen, him following me, I grab a glass and pour some water and some ice cubes too.

"Thanks" he says taking a sip.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Actually no" he answers, catching me off guard "nothing is okay."

"What.. what's wrong?"

He doesn't answer right away, he simply stay there, jaw clenching and a serious expression on his face. Thinking.

"Dodge...?"

"I can't stop thinking about you. I really can't. I can't help but imagine how it would feel to have you in my arms, to kiss you...to taste you" with each word he gets closer and I back away, until I can't anymore because the kitchen counter stops me.

He puts the glass of water on the counter, resting his hand there towering over me now that he's right in front of me.

"I..." I look everywhere but him.

He put his other hand on the counter behind me, caging me there.

"I.." he sighs "it's driving me crazy."

He lets out a small chuckle.

"I.. Dodge, I don't.. I don't know what to say" I say.

"Tell me you don't want this and I promise you.. I promise I'll stop and everything will be back at normal." He almost beg.

I finally look at him, his eyes are fixed on me, filled with love and need.

"I.. do.. I want this" I finally say, admitting it to myself first of all.

He leans down, slowly, almost to test me and see if I'm sure.

Before his lips could touch mine, my phone rings, distracting us both.

"If you dare answer... I swear.." I almost growls.

I smile at that and lean towards him to finally kiss him.

As soon as our lips touch his hands are on me, one on my face and one on my neck to keep me there, the phone soon forgotten.

I put my hands on his chest grabbing his shirt, simply enjoying the feeling of him on me. His tongue exploring my mouth while one hand falls to my hip keeping me closer to him, almost grinding on me. This makes me let out a small moan in his mouth making him smile as we keep kissing.

He then pulls away, a sweet smirk on his face, resting his forehead on mine.

"Fucking finally" he says breathlessly.

"Indeed" I say laughing.

His hands on me keep caressing me, with sweetness and need.

"Where's your room?" He asks out of nowhere, an innocent expression on his face.

"Uh?"

In response he leans down to kiss my neck, biting and sucking on it and his hands grab my hips more firmly.

"Oh... oh! It's.. upstairs second door on..on the left" I tell him.

He looks at me and suddenly lift me up in his arms taking me upstairs, earning a loud gasp from me.

When we get to my room he, not very gently, closes the door and slams me against it.

"Tell me to stop and I will. Anytime" he promises.

I nod, out of breath.

"I need to hear you say it, princess" he says.

"Yes.. yes"

He wastes no time and attacks my neck again, hand roaming all over my body as if scared I would disappear.

When his hands are on my short he looks at me.

"Can I?" He asks with a teasing smile.

"Yes... fuck, stop teasing" I tell him.

"Oh... you wanna give me orders, princess? I've been waiting for so long I'm gonna enjoy each fucking second" he says while he pulls my shorts down kissing down my neck again.

"You're the worst" I tell him, my hands in his hair.

He just humms while his lips trails down to my chest, getting on his knees.

It's a sight that makes me wet, instantly.

He keeps kissing my body as he grab one leg to put it on his shoulder, kissing my inner thigh.

As he does that, he then looks up to me... shit.. the sight alone gets me soaking wet with arousal. 

"Still sure?" He asks.

"Yes!" I say exasperated.

He moves my panties to the side with a small chuckle.

"Oh look at this.. is it for me?" He asks mockingly.

I sigh, a mix of embarrassment and need.

"Answer me, princess"

His tone makes me clench around nothing, he notices and a big grin appears on his face.

"You like it when I call you princess then, uh?"

"Shut up" I say embarrassed.

"As you wish"

His mouth in between my legs in no time, eating me like a starved man, making me moan loudly. My hands reach down to his hair gently grabbing it.

One of his hand is on the leg on his shoulder, squeezing it while the other in under my top grabbing one of my boob.

His tongue on my clit feels amazing, it makes me moan louder and louder, my hands in his hair grab it harder making him groan on me.

"Fuck... don't.. don't stop.. please"

He remove his hand from my chest so he can use his fingers too.

"Oh.. I don't plan on stopping anytime soon" he says as he put one finger inside of me, his mouth back on sucking on my clit, harder than before earning a small scream from me.

He then interts another finger.. then another.

He fucks me with his fingers as he licks my pussy, getting me closer and closer to my release.

"Shit! I'm so close.. Dodge.."

He doubles his efforts, fucking me harder with his finger.

"Fuck!" I say as I cum on his mouth, my legs shaking threatening to give up and make me fall but Dodge's hold on me keeps me up.

He doesn't stop licking me though, the feeling is overwhelming, as I'm still sensitive from my orgasm.

"Dodge... Dodge.. stop, too much" I say letting out breathless chuckles.

Instead of stopping he sucks and licks harder on my clit.

"Dodge... oh shit"

He keeps going, he doesn't stop until I cum again harder than before, this time falling in front of him.

My hands go to his chest, shaking slightly. 

"Everything okay?" He asks, caressing my face.

I nod, smiling. He kisses me and I can taste myself on his tongue.

He pulls away helping me stand up and moving me to the bed.

I lay down and he climbs on top of me.

"You taste so.. so good, princess" he tells me, hand on my cheek.

"Don't call me 'princess' " I tell him, while I still try to catch my breath.

"Oh.. I thought you liked it. Your pussy sure did" he teases.

"I.."

He doesn't let me speak because his lips are on mine again.

I just tug at his shirt, silently asking him to take it off, and he soon complies. Soon taking off my shirt too.

As my shirt is out of the way his mouth is back on my chest licking my nipples and leaving marks on my chest.

My hands move to his hair again grabbing it hard.

"Mmh.. you're playing with fire, princess" he says, his hips grinding on me. I can feel his hard-on pretty clearly. 

"You feel what you do to me, uh? It's all you" he tells me, grabbing one of my hand to move it to his pants to make me feel his cock.

"Should I do something about it?" I ask him.

"Oh.. you're already doing it" with that he take off his pants and underwear.

My eyes wide at the sight of him.

"Like it?" He asks with a teasing tone.

I reach down to touch him but he stops me.

"Uh uh"

He climbs down to lick my pussy again, and then quickly he climbs back up to kiss me.

I feel his cock teasing ym entrance, I try to move my hips closer.

"Someone's eager, uh?" He asks.

"C'mon,  Dodge" I beg him.

"Ask nicely"

"Please.. please Dodge"

"You can do better than that, can't you?" He leans down to kiss my neck, finding my sweet spot and making me moan.

"Shit... Dodge please, please just fuck me, please"

Without saying a word he start to push his cock inside me, slowly so I can feel every inch of him and... he feels amazing. 

When he's completely inside of me he lets out a loud moan.

"Oh shit.. you feel even better than I imagined" he says as he starts to move in and out, getting faster and faster with each thrust.

"Fuck.. Dodge"

"Keep saying my name, princess, please" he asks.

Each moan is his name. A silent beg for him to not stop.

"You feel so good Dodge... fuck"

"I want to feel you cumming on my cock, I want to feel you squeezing me, Y/n." He tells me.

He knows I'm getting closer again, he knows and he thrusts into me harder and harder.

"Shit!" I moan.

"Oh yes, yes cum for me." He basically growls into my ear.

"Fuck.. I'm.. I'm.."

He pulls away to look at me.

"Look at me as you cum, let me see you" he orders.

I look at him and cum on his cock.

"Shit.. just like that, Y/n" he keeps fucking me helping me down my orgasm. 

I look into his eyes, seeing admiration, I gently grab his face pulling him closer to kiss him as he keeps fucking me reaching his own release.

"Mmh I'm close, princess.. can I cum on your stomach?"

"Oh you're asking now?" I mock him a little.

"Don't dare." He tells me, clearly holding back.

"Ask nicely" I smirk.

Dodge smirks too, a proud smirk on his face, giving me a quick kiss.

"Please, oh please princess, let me cum on you.. I'm so close.." he begs.

It makes me clench around him, he slows down a bit.

"Ooh you like hearing me beg uh?" He says, and he goes back at fucking me hard again. 

"Shit.."

"Can I?" He asks again.

"Yes! Fuck yes"

With that he pulls his cock out lining it up on my stomach and finally cumming on me with a loud groan.

He stays like for a moment, looking at me, this makes me blush so he leans down to kiss both my cheeks.

"Beautiful" he says.

He quickly goes find some washcloth to clean us and then he falls beside me, sighing content.

He put his arm around me, blanket on us covering our naked bodies.

"Too much?" He asks.

"Not at all" I turn around to look him, him already looking at me with a sweet smile. That smile that makes my legs weak usually.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks.

I nod, his hand is on my cheek caressing it sweetly.

"Why did you kiss Ray the first occasion and I had to wait this long?" He asks.

"I... because I don't feel anything.. for him" I answer.

"But every time we got interrupted you seemed relieved. And also when we could've had the chance you changed subject" he wonders.

"Because I'm scared. Or.. I was. I have strong feelings for you, Dodge. I had for a while now. I was scared you only saw me as.. as a hook up for the summer.. and I didn't want you to break my heart, or lose you" I explain. Telling him this feels much more easier than I expected.

"I had the same fear" he admits "I thought you noticed my feelings and you were just being nice, so I kept teasing you and flirting with you to... I don't know.. made sure of it, but at Graybill's House... you getting all red and embarrassed after I told what I might feel for you... what I feel for you, made me think. Maybe she does feel the same, I thought. At the hospital, your look... was worried but not just a worried friend. It doesn't make sense, I know. The point is... I couldn't wait any longer.. I had to see if I was just imagining things or not." He tells me.

"Exactly what I thought" I tell him with a small chuckle. 

"We're idiots"

"Diggins would agree, I'm sure" I tell him.

"That's why he was so pushy with the hot tub at the party" he realises.

"Yeah" I laugh, I get serious "I do like you, Dodge Mason"

"I do like you too, Y/n L/n"

He kisses me again, hand on my side caressing it..

Until...

"No!" I scream laughing. "Don't tickle me!"

"But you look so beautiful when I do"

We laugh as he keep tickling me and I keep moving away, or at least I try too.

I end up losing, even though I'm on top of him, but he has his arms around me caging my arms as well.

"I hate you" I tell him between laugher. 

"Oh, you wish" he tells me giving my nose a little peck.

He simply watches me for a moment with a sweet content smile.

"Round two?" He asks.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"If you can take it" I challenge him.

He raises both eyebrows in surprise and flip us over so he's on top of me.

"Let's see how cocky you'll be while begging for me to stop" he says that while climbing down, spreading my legs and positioning himself between my legs looking at my pussy.

"Or to keep going" he teases.

"Will I see you at the Derby tomorrow?" Dodge asks me as I walk him to the door, his hand holding mine.

"Of course" I nod.

"And... if I win?" He wonders.

"If you win.. what?" I ask innocently.

"Will I get a kiss?" He asks.

"Well... I  think the announcer would gladly give you a kiss too" I tease.

"I'm sure he's an amazing kisser" he jokes with me.

"Oh sure. Plus his voice is... relaxing" I tell him laughing. 

"Oh.. definitely" he chuckles. 

Now on my doorstep he looks down at me, with a stupid smile and without saying anything.

"What?" I ask him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do you still don't know? How many times do I have to tell you that I fucking like you to make you understand?" He says smiling. 

"Maybe... some more? I have trouble understanding human language" I answer.

"Well then I won't use words anymore, how about this?" He leans down kissing me and I immediately kiss him back my hands on his neck and his on my waist.

He pulls away, looking me in the eyes.

"Was it more... easy to understand?" He asks.

"Mmh.. maybe some more and I'll start to get my head around it" I tell him with a smirk.

"I'd love your mouth around it, but I'll get what I can" he jokes.

I shove him away laughing. "You're the worst"

"Only with you" he winks and starts to walk backwards to his car. "I'll see you tomorrow, princess"

I roll my eyes.

"See you tomorrow, Mason" I wave at him smiling.

I wait for him to drive away before getting back inside. 

Oh god... I literally can't stop smiling.

I can't believe it.. Did it actually happen?

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing again, so I pick it up.

Diggins.. why?

"Hey there" I greet him.

"Well hello! You're alive then" he says.

"Yeah.. I was.. busy"

"Busy... as in?" He asks curiously.

"Ehm... well.. busy"

"I can hear you smile from here... what happened?" He asks again. Excited.

"Dodge came over"

"Oh!! You did it? C'mon tell you guys freaking admit your feelings!"

"Yeah.. yeah. And not only that" I tell him still smiling like an idiot.

"That's my girl!" He exclaims proudly. "Oh.. well not my girl" he adds teasingly.

"Oh shut up. Did you need anything?" I ask him.

"Well, I just wanted to ask you if you'll be at the Derby and the fair tomorrow"

"Sure"

"With your boyfriend"

I can feel his smirk from here..

"I swear Diggins" I warn him, but my chuckle don't sound so threatening.

"I'm so happy for you. I mean it. If you're looking for yout babies names.. Diggins is a great chioce, good lineage" he offers.

"Oh my god!"

"I told you he felt the same!"

"Yeah fine! You were right! Happy?"

"Oh very. I'll let you enjoy your happiness now, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow"

He hangs up and I put my phone away.

I think about today, sitting on the couch finally relaxing.

Hopefully Panic won't get in the way.

I look at my reflection in the mirror and I notice some marks.. some hickeys Dodge left yesterday.

Fucking Dodge, I think chuckling.

I can't wear a scarf, it's way too hot to. Oh well... let the questions begin I guess. I have nothing to hide.

I hear my phone ringing so I pick it up to answer Natalie.

"Hey, we're almost at your house. Are you ready?"

"Yep, only waiting for my carriage"

"The carriage is on its way" she laughs.

"See you soon"

I hang up and go downstairs to wait for them.

In the meantime I receive a text.

Dodge.

"See you later, princess"

"See you later, Mason"

"Hope I didn't leave you too many marks ;)"

"Oh no no don't worry. All these marks are just the results of a fight against the goblins in my garder"

"Damn them :)"

"I'll get my revenge. Don't worry ;)"

"As you should. Later, Y/n <3 "

I put my phone in my pocket just in time to hear Natalie's car in front of my house.

"Welcome, guys and gals, to Carp's annual Metal Stampede demolition Derby" the announcer voice fills the air along with the  cheering, chatting and music.

I look for Dodge, but I can't see him yet so I just sit with Natalie and Heather on the benches, he's probably getting ready for the Derby.

"Are you gonna tell us about those or what?" Heather asks me, pointing at the hickeys on my neck.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I say taking a sip of my drink.

"She just doesn't kiss and tell.. or should I say, she doesn't ride and tell" Natalie teases, and I jokingly shove her.

"C'mon, you look happy, we want to know!" Heather insists, a genuine happy smile.

"Yesterday" I say, both girls watching me.

I take a fries from them and eat it.

"Don't you dare leave us hanging" Heather says.

"Fine, fine" I laugh. "Yesterday after I got home from Nat's house, I called him to ask him if he wanted to hang out, but he was already coming to my place. He arrived, we talked and.. yeah.. I think you can imagine what happened next. No riding though... yet"

"Told you... she thought about him that way" Natalie says to Heather, looking teasingly at me.

"Yes, fine, I'll say it. I like him, he's nice, smart and caring, funny too. I like him. Happy?"

"Finally!" Heather claps her hands.

The rally starts and the cheering gets louder along with cars roaming in front of us.

Dodge is car numer 12, I think, the yellow one.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Natalie asks.

"I think he's number 12" I tell her rolling my eyes.

"People say there's a challenge coming tonight" she tells us.

"It's like you said. The game always goes on" Heather answers. 

"Well, the game feels different, though. Doesn't it? It's not just cops. It's.." Nat starts.

"It's like it's not a game" Heather finishes for her. I nod at that.

"We can still be teammates, though, right?" Heather asks Natalie.

"Partners. Win or lose, it's together"

Fuck... how can Natalie play like this..

"Do you remember the, uh, list that I found at Spurlock's?" Heather says.

"What list?" I ask, taking my eyes off of the cars crashing into each other.

"After I got stuck underground, basically, I followed this, uhm.. tunnel or something that lead to a room where I found a list of names. Our names." She explains. 

"A list of the players? Why?" I'm confused. 

"Yeah, that's the thing, I don't think it's a list of the players, I think it a lists of odds" she tells us.

"What do you mean?" Natalie asks.

"Odds? Like... is someone betting on panic?" I ask.

"That's exactly what I think. Someone is betting. Someone who was there with us that night."

Who would bet on Panic.. but most importantly.. why.

Our thoughts are interrupted by the cars crashing and the announcer's voice.

"First casualty!"

"Number 14 almost got 12 there"

"Is Ray aiming at Dodge?" Heather asks, chuckling. 

"Would it surprise you?" I reply.

"C'mon... any prize if Dodge won?" Natalie teases.

"Oh my god" I laugh "I told him he could ask the announcer for a kiss too"

"You're too cruel with the guy" Natalie tells me.

"Oh well... he likes it. His problem" I say smirking.

"Ooh you heard her?" Heather laughs.

We keep watching the race until Heather speaks up again.

"Hey, Bishop's here" she nod towards the right where Bishop is sitting with Diggins, Troy and Drew.

"Can you just go tell him how you fell, please?" Natalie asks exasperated and Heather scoffs.  "Your sexual frustration have the world's worst taste"

"I thought we agreed that the Tyler thing never happened" Heather replies.

"Believe me, I wish I could forget"

"Wait.. what?" I asks shocked.

"Oh.. you didn't know? She hooked up with Tyler at Graybill's" Natalie explains while Heather rolls her eyes.

"Oh... tell me you didn't" I ask, trying to hold back my laughter.

"Yeah yeah"

"Oh my god" I say.

"There's only four cars left!" The announcer says.

I see Dodge's still in the game... and so is Ray.

Only two cars left now, Ray's and Dodge's. 

This is gonna be interesting.

"Oh shit" I whisper. "Looks like Dodge is stuck"

"Yap" Natalie nods.

Ray's car simply reverses and crashes into Dodge's. 

"Boom! Ray Halm just destroyed him" the announcer exclaims.

"Oh c'mon" Natalie exclaims too.

"Yep.. another burst to his ego" I comment dryly as Ray jumps on top of Dodge's car celebrating.

He comes to the edge of the court and incite the crowd, who was already screaming his name.

Once he spots me he simply sends me a kiss to which I rispond with my middle finger and a roll of my eyes.

I look around to see where Dodge might be and when I find him I'm surprised to see him talking to Luke.

What the hell are they talking about?

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #riff fanfic #riff x reader #west side story #riff imagine #wss riff #riff west side story #west side story imagine #panic prime #dodge #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason x reader #dodge mason #dodge mason smut

[captainlunaxmen]

I think they meant continuing it.

Yeah, it makes sense.

Thanks♥️

And to the anon who asked, well, that Riff story technically is completed. I will start accepting requests once my Finnick fic is over, for sure.

#mike faist imagine #mike faist #riff imagine #west side story imagine #west side story

[veryberryjelly]

i would stay forever

art donaldson x gn!reader

prompt ; 'wait, don't go, please'

[ please excuse the fact that i know nothing about tennis XD. also, my first attempt at any kind of smut !! ]

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

you could feel arts frustration from your place in the crowd.

this had been the match he had been most anxious about. and as much as you had assured him he could kick cole friedman's ass on the court, it didnt take away from the fact that the guy was good.

and that much was proved by the score of today's match.

c. friedman - 4

a. donaldson - 2

you watched as your boyfriend stalked off the court, heading through the doors and back into the building.

manoeuvring out of the rows of chairs was difficult when everyone was taking advantage of the break between matches to get drinks and go to the bathroom.

in other circumstances you would've been with your boyfriend a lot quicker. you knew how in his head he got after he lost a match and you wanted to be there before he could get himself into too deep a spiral.

you managed to push your way through the crowd to get to the changing rooms where you swiftly pushed the door open, immediately met with groans of protest from the few other players that you completely ignored.

you spotted a familiar mop of strawberry blonde hair and your legs carried you towards it.

the closer you got, the more details of your boyfriend revealed themselves to you, and the more your heart broke for him.

he was bent over on the bench, his head in his hands, his shirt discarded beside him showing off the bruises he often got from practicing.

" oh, pretty boy " you muttered quietly, moving to kneel infront of him and get his focus on you and get him out of his head.

your hands rested on his knees and the contact seemed to be the thing to grab his attention and bring it to you.

a weak smile twitched at his lips and his arms dropped to rest his hands ontop of yours.

your hands turned to grasp his in yours and you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand.

" you did so good, baby. 'm so proud of you " your voice was quiet enough to keep this conversation between the two of you, but you made sure art could hear your voice.

you needed him to hear you over the voices in his head.

a soft nod of his head and a squeeze of your hand was enough for you.

" c'mon, i'll take you back to my place " you stood from the floor, your hands remaining clutched in art's grip.

when he tilted his head up to meet your gaze you could feel your heart breaking for the boy infront of you.

after a quick kiss pressed onto his forehead, you walked out of the changing room, giving him a couple of minutes to collect his things and change if he wanted to.

you leant against the wall just outside, ignoring the few glances you got from the guys walking out of the changing room who had seen you waltz straight in.

but you didnt care about them, you cared about the boy who came out and his arm went straight around your shoulders.

it was almost a reflex for your arms to wind around his torso, and the looks from the guys coming out of the changing room didnt cease.

" ugh, get a room " you heard from one of the players which usually would elicit a soft laugh from you, but today you just unwound one of your arms from your boyfriend and began leading him towards your building.

the walk was short but by the time you both arrived outside your door you could practically feel the exhaustion radiating off the boy beside you.

once the for was open you moved swiftly inside and art fell down ontop of your bed with a soft *thud*

you walked straight into your bathroom and knelt down to turn on the tub.

you could only imagine the amount of pain art was in right now, both physically and mentally. to your knowledge he hadn't slept in over two days and every spare minute had been spent on the courts, practising.

you knew he needed to relax, now more than ever.

after adding a soak to the water along with some salts you made your way back to your room to coax art into the bathroom.

at the sight of him already curled up on your bed ready to sleep you almost caved and let him stay there, but you knew he would thank you for making him get up.

you could let him lay there for a few minutes while the bath filled up.

and you spent those few minutes perched on the edge of your bed with your fingers running through the small knots in his hair enjoying the way his muscles seemed to relax at your touch.

getting him into the bathroom took a little bit of convincing, namely including bribery in the form of little spoon cuddles with a movie.

you pulled him through the bathroom door and reached down to pull his shirt up over his head.

this routine was both usual and unusual. after a loss art was usually a bit down, and he's both end up in the bath or shower at one of your places before just relaxing with you the rest of the afternoon.

but with the loss, ontop of how exhausted he was, you didnt mind doing that little bit extra.

you turned to drop his clothes into your laundry hamper while he climbed into the bath and when you turned back to face him he was coming up from the water after wetting his hair.

you couldnt resist leaving a kiss onto his forehead.

" i'm gonna go and get us some food, i'll be back in a little bit " you said quietly, moving to stand before you were stopped by a hand on your wrist.

" wait, don't go...please " his voice was quiet, but the raw edge on his voice pained you.

you didnt need to be asked twice as you knelt down beside the tub again.

" ok, i won't go " there wasn't a question about it. if he wanted you to stay, you would stay.

his head rested back against the wall behind the tub and his gaze was locked on you.

" will you get in here " it wasnt a question so much as a request.

but you recognised the look in his eyes. a tired need that often appeared in the dark of night along with a quiet whisper of ' just need to be close to you '

who were you to deny his gorgeous baby blue's.

you released his hand to strip yourself of your clothes and drop them onto the laundry hamper across the bathroom.

art offered his hand out to you to help you into the water and you sank down onto your knees, your arms looping to wrap around his neck.

you hovered slightly in the water while art lined himself up at your entrance.

once you felt the head of his cock pushing you open, you sank down onto his lap, shivering slightly at the whimper that escaped his lips.

his hands moved to rest on your hips as you both got used to the feeling of him being inside you.

you could tell when he was settled because his head dropped back against the wall and his arms tightened slightly around you, pulling your chest against his.

his nose nudges at the side of your neck and you tilted your head to the side to press a kiss onto his damp skin.

" 'm so proud of you, sweetheart. y' did so well. " a soft mewl interrupted you when you felt him twitch inside you.

" keep talking t'me, baby " he rasped in your ear, his fingers digging into your hips a little.

a soft smirk twitched at your lips. you knew his intentions had been pure, but your words seemed to have tripped something in his head.

" i know you're so tired, handsome. haven't slept in days. i just want to take care of you "

as you continued, you felt yourself slowly rising and falling on his length at a pace that caused the water around you to create small waves up the side of the porcelain.

his whimpers spurred you on.

" y'gonna let me take care of you, baby? want to shut your pretty brain off for a little while ? "

his answer was almost instant

" yes, please sugar " his voice was rough against your skin and you could feel the movement of his lips against your shoulder.

" ok, pretty boy. just relax f'me " you hummed in his ear, your lips moving to pepper kisses from his shoulder up to the spot behind his ear that you knew drove him crazy, all the while never ceasing the movement in your hips.

you could feel yourself getting worked up alongside the boy beneath you, but you tried to focus your mind elsewhere.

this was about art.

you recognised the slight tensing in his shoulders and the stiffening of his neck and your last few movements against his hips were a little more vigorous, to the point where a bit of water splashed over the edge of the tub.

but it was worth it to hear the groan that rumbled in your boyfriends chest and erupted from his mouth as he finished, a recognisable warmth spreading in your stomach.

your hips slowed to an eventual stop and you remained entwined in each others limbs for a few minutes.

eventually you pulled your head back to look at the boy in your arms.

his eyes were half closed, his hair sticking to his skin. he was truly a vision.

with a soft kiss to his lips, you made that reluctant move to ease yourself off of art and out of the tub all together. you wrapped yourself in your robe and pulled the spare one off of the back of your door that exclusively belonged to art.

somehow the boy climbing out of the tub now seemed to be even more exhausted than the one you had found in the changing room, and yet he looked better.

he looked...calmer. less plagued by worry as he took the robe from you and slid it onto his arms.

his arms wrapped around your waist and held you close to his chest.

" thanks, gorgeous " he whispered before pressing a kiss to your neck.

" y'don't have to thank me. go put some clothes on, there's some of yours in my top drawer " you turned in his grip, practically ushering him out of the room so he could change and you could pee and give your hair a quick brush.

when you emerged from the bathroom you found your boyfriend in a pair of boxers and one of your t-shirts. not one you'd taken from him, one of yours.

this must be how he felt to see you in his clothes. if it was you were never going to stop wearing his shirts.

he had pulled your laptop from your bag and opened it up to netflix, ready to argue with you for the next five minutes about a movie and then cave and let you watch whatever you had suggested first. after changing into one of his t-shirts and some underwear, you deposited the robes back in the bathroom and crawled into bed beside him, laying your head down on his chest when he guided you into his side.

" so, what're we watching ?"

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y’all, let me know what you think. should i start writing more smut or cut my losses at this XD

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