#2021 west side story

[the-real-spot-conlon]

I'm rather new to the West Side Story Fandom, so tell me who yall ship Riff with the most (I genuinely need to know)

[jilllovesmike]

[danielcrown21]

hi

[wh2m]

→ "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.”

[dancingdaffodils08]

Lately nothing has given me more serotonin than Mike Faist’s stupid (affectionate) little side smirk.

[morbidapples]

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖾𝗑!𝗃𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟧,𝟨𝟢𝟧 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝟥𝟢,𝟩𝟦𝟩 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋���𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 '𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅', 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 '𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒', 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 '𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋'. 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 '𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗌', 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖿, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆 (𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍), 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

"Enjoy the show, doll?"

You laughed, feeling a tad light-headed from the sudden dizziness of him picking you up and swinging you around. You wrapped an arm around Riff's broad shoulders as your head came to rest against his chest. You had to admit, the feel of his muscles wasn't awful against your face.

You hummed a reply, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. He was so close to you, his hands on your waist. You were practically encircled by his strong arms.

"You did great, handsome."

Riff's grin only grew wider when he heard the word handsome, his chest swelling just a little. That's what he wanted to hear, he worked hard for this praise. He wanted you to think he could take care of you, he 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 you to.

Ever since The Jets had disbanded, he'd felt lost, with no sense of purpose. Sometimes, it felt like he could still feel where he'd been stabbed, and he had the jagged scar to prove it.

Then there was you. This beautiful, angelic being of a woman. You saw past his flaws, his past grievances, his past sins.

After everything went down, he woke up in your spare room. You were too good for this world, picking him up off the street like he was a stray dog. After that, he wished he could take everything back. The gang war, the violence, the cruel and unjustified hatred. All of it. It never meant anything good.

All it got him was senseless violence and prejudice, against people who were just like him. He had judged people for the color of their skin, like they had done something to personally offend him. It was cruel, unadulterated hatred, and hatred that was never right, nor needed.

And you, you knew that. You knew he had done bad things in his past, you knew he'd been involved in gang wars. But you also knew he'd changed. He had friends now, friends the younger version of him wouldn't dare to be close to. It was hard, at first.

That hatred was so ingrained in him from birth, from his father before him. His father had always told him who was important, and who wasn't. And for a very long time, he believed that. He believed it so much, that he couldn't figure out how to not be that way.

And he hated himself for it. He hated the way he'd acted, the things he'd done, the things he'd caused. It dug a deep, withering hole in his chest, one filled with self loathing, and depreciation.

But you were there through it all. Through the confusion, through the reprogramming, through the gradual integration and acceptance. The acceptance that his father was wrong, that no two people were the same, and that was okay. Because they were all people.

Life felt so much lighter, after that. He didn't have to listen to his father's sharp tongue in his head anymore. He was free to do whatever he pleased, be friends with whoever he pleased. It felt good, to not feel like he had to be that person anymore. Because he wasn't him anymore.

He leaned in with a hum, tilting your chin up with a finger. "Yeah?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was hoping that would get your attention."

You hummed out another laugh and pressed your body closer against his, tilting your face into his touch. Those rough hands of his always felt so 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 against your skin, and you weren't ashamed to admit it.

"Oh, you always have my attention," you replied, looking up at him with a knowing gleam in your eyes. "Whether you want it or not."

Riff chuckled deeply, wrapping his other arm around your body. His fingers traced over your back, his touch light and almost teasing. He could feel your curves against his chest, and he couldn't help but run his tongue over his lip at the feeling.

"Trust me," he murmured, bending to whisper in your ear. "I 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 want it." You felt a shiver run down your spine as his tongue flicked across his lips, that familiar spark of 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 beginning to build in your stomach. You pressed closer, feeling the warmth of his breath on your ear, his voice sending tingles down your chest.

"Is that right?" You all but purred in reply, your fingers tangling in his hair. Riff made a soft, appreciative hum, leaning his head into your touch like a dog seeking attention. His eyes closed for a brief moment, enjoying the feeling of your hands against his skin.

"Of course it is, doll," he replied, his tone still soft and low in your ear. He could feel you press closer against him, your curves fitting perfectly in his arms. He couldn't stop his hands from grabbing at you, his fingers squeezing your sides possessively.

"I can't get enough of you."

You let out a gasoline at the feel of his hands on your sides, his grip tight and possessive. You were 𝘩𝘪𝘴, and 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵. Damn near the entire neighborhood knew it.

With a hum, you wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders, your fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. You loved how he just 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 into your touch, like he was under your spell. Sometimes you teased yourself that you had him wrapped around your finger (you did, but he'd never admit it out loud).

"Prove it," you retorted, nipping at his earlobe. Riff's breath hitched at the feel of your teeth on his earlobe, heat flaring in his chest. He would never admit it, but you knew how to get what you wanted from him with just a single touch.

He couldn't help but push you against the metal bench behind, pinning you between his body and the cold surface. His hands slid down to drip your hips, his fingers biting into the soft denim.

"Careful, baby," he practically growled, his lips brushing against your jawline. "I just might."

You let out a low moan, the feel of his body pressing against yours like a damn 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨. Your hands ran up over his shoulders, your nails scraping lightly against the back of his neck. You knew how sensitive his neck and shoulders were.

You gasped softly, tilting your head back to give him more room as he nipped at your jaw. You let your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment.

"Don't tease me, Riff," you mumbled, your hands still roaming aimlessly along his bare shoulders. Riff chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up the back of your shirt to feel the soft skin there. His lips continued their path down towards your collar, placing a chaste kiss there before speaking again.

"You're cute when you think you're in charge," he murmured against your throat, his fingers squeezing your hips. He pressed against you, a firm roll of his body that brought you flush against him. He heard you gasp at the friction, his smile growing against your skin.

Your fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt a she teased you, your breath catching in your throat at his actions. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, an aching need building between your thighs.

You tried to regain your composure, your hands moving to grip his forearms. You could feel his muscles flexing under your touch, and that only made you more desperate.

"I have you wrapped around my finger, and you know it," you managed to get out, your voice shakier than you'd hoped.

Riff's fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to bare your throat once more. His lips left a trail of nips and kisses along the sensitive expanse, his body still pressed completely against yours.

He relished the sounds you let slip through parted lips, the feel of you gripping his arms, the way you 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 under his touch.

"Do you now?" He asked huskily, his voice barely above a murmur. His hands slide down to palm at your ass, holding you against him. "If you say so, sugar."

"I 𝘥𝘰-" You gasped at the touch of his hands on your derriere, the heat pooling desperately in your stomach. You couldn't help the little whine that came from your lips, your body grinding against him involuntarily.

You tried to catch your breath, your fingernails digging into the taut muscles of his forearms. You loved how they flexed under your touch, the way they grabbed you so hard.

"So don't tease me," you nearly begged, a shiver running down your spine as he nipped at your neck again. Riff hummed against your skin, the sound of your whine going straight to his groin. He loved getting you all hot and bothered, loved it when you were all but 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, but it was only fair to give you what you desired.

With another bite to your shoulder, he rolled his hips against you again. He ground against you, pressing himself against your body. He felt your hands squeeze his arms, heard the gasp that passed your perfect lips.

His voice was lower, closer to a growl as he spoke. "Beg for it."

You gasped, the friction of his body grinding against yours sending spikes of heat through you. You nearly 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 at the feel of his body up against yours, and you felt your legs beginning to shake.

You swallowed thickly, trying to keep yourself from sounding too needy. "Please," you whispered against his neck, your lips brushing against his skin. "I need you. 𝘕𝘰𝘸."

You could feel him press against you still, his body heat seeping through your clothes. You wanted to feel him, skin to skin.

Riff groaned at the needy plea, his fingers tightening in your hair. He loved how your voice broke when you begged, how your body trembled beneath his touch.

He needed you just as badly. He could feel how your body arched against his, the way your hands clutched at his arms.

He pulled back suddenly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked into yours. “Turn around.” He ordered, his voice gravelly.

You shivered at his tone, the way he spoke so 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. He could get you to do anything he wanted with just a few words.

You obeyed instantly, feeling almost giddy as you turned your back to him. Your breathing was coming out ragged now, your body aching and wanting.

“What now?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

He could hear the breathlessness in your tone and it only served to drive him 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥. Your obedience was the icing on the cake.

Riff stepped up behind you, his hands immediately going to your hips to grip and pull you back against him. He could feel the heat of you through your clothes, and he almost growled, his voice a low rumble as he bent to nip at your ear.

“Lean back against me."

You shuddered, your body pressing back against his. You could feel his muscles against you, the heat and hardness of his chest against your back. It felt 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, and it was taking everything in you to not beg him again.

You did as he asked, leaning back against his solid form. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the way his hands grabbed your hips, and it only served to fan the fire inside of you.

Riff wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. Your body was a perfect fit against his, and he couldn’t help but press himself against you harder.

His lips came to rest against the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. His hands roamed over your body, groping and squeezing in a possessive touch.

He could feel how desperately needy you were, and it was driving him 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺.

“How badly do you want it, doll?” He murmured against your ear, his hands already moving to the fly of your jeans.

You let out a soft moan at the feel of his mouth against your neck, your body feeling like it was on fire. His hands on your body only served to drive you even more crazy, making you whimper and squirm against him.

You gasped at the feel of your jeans being undone, his fingers already tugging at them. Yoi didn’t even 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 that you were out in the open, just as long as he would 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 already.

You found your voice, your words a hoarse plea. “So badly, Riff. Please.”

Your pleading words went straight to his head, making him feel dizzy with desire. His breath came in short gasps, his hands struggling to undo your jeans.

He needed you, 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

Riff finally managed to pop the button of your jeans with a hiss, his hands immediately moving to pull them down yout legs. He left a wet trail of kisses down your neck, his lips moving to your bare shoulder.

You trembled at the feel of his lips and tongue against your skin, your breathing coming in shallow gasps now as you leaned back into him.

You were so distracted by the feel of his hot mouth on your body that you didn’t even notice how his hands were working to remove your jeans.

When the cold air hit your legs, she suddenly remembered your location.

“R-Riff,” you stuttered, “someone’s going to see… we can’t-”

Riff shushed you quietly, nipping at the skin of your shoulder. He didn’t care if you got caught, he didn’t care who saw.

𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“They won’t notice.” He murmured against your ear, his hands working at the edge of your panties now. “Besides, you need this just as much as I do. I know you do.”

You couldn’t deny it, even if you wanted to. Your body was 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 with desire, aching for him to touch you.

You tried to speak again, your words broken by soft gasps. “R-Riff, we’ll get - 𝘢𝘩! - we’ll get in so much trouble-”

He grunted against your neck, his hands now gripping your hips tightly. He pressed himself against you from behind, his body hot and hard.

“Let them get us in trouble.” He growled, his lips moving back up to your ear. “Let’s give them something worth writing about.”

His hands found the edge of your panties again, his fingers sliding just underneath.

Your breath caught in her throat, your body arching back against his. His words sent a shiver down your spine, the idea of getting caught in such a compromising position sending the heat swirling through your stomach.

You were losing herself in him, your mind fuzzy and unable to properly think. “Jesus… 𝘙𝘪𝘧𝘧-"

His name on your lips sent a bolt of heat through him, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. There was no way he could wait any longer to touch you, to have you.

With a low growl, he pushed your panties down, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “You’re mine, doll.” He whispered in your ear, his voice rough with need. “All mine. And I’ll do 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to prove it to you.”

Your head fell back against his shoulder, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. His possessive words only served to drive you wilder, the desire coursing through you like a fiery wave.

“Yes…” you gasped out, your voice desperate and pleading. “I’m yours, all yours.”

You reached back to grab his head, turning your own to try and catch his lips with yours.

Riff met you in a kiss that was almost 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, teeth and tongue and need all coming together. Your words had him 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴, his body thrumming with need.

His hands began to roam, one sliding up to caress your bare stomach, the other moving down to grip your hip. He pulled you flush against him, needing to feel as much of you as possible.

You moaned into the kiss, your body arching against his touch. His hands on your bare skin were like 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, sending sparks of heat through you.

You couldn’t think straight, your mind a fog of desire and want. You wanted him like you needed to 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, needed to feel him pressed against you, inside you.

Your hands roamed over his arms, your nails scraping against his skin as you tried to get even closer to him.

Riff’s brain was short-circuiting. Yoir body pressed against his was like a drug, a rush that he couldn’t get enough of. Your nails biting into his skin only served to make him more desperate.

He pushed himself even harder against you, his hands grabbing at your bare skin anywhere he could reach. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to kiss and bite at your neck and shoulder, his hips grinding against you impatiently.

The feel of him pressed against you, of his lips and teeth on your skin, was sending you into a frenzy. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, the heat even more apparent now that your legs were bare.

You could feel that you were 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 for him, the fire in your stomach nearly driving you insane. You needed him, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, and you 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

“Just 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 already, Riff, please, I can’t-”

His name coming from your lips in a broken plea was enough to break him. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he reached down to unbutton his jeans and push them down his legs, freeing himself from the constricting fabric.

You felt the freeing of his legs against you, and you shivered. You needed to feel him, you wanted to be close to him, to have him touch and caress you.

Your heart was racing in her chest, your hands gripping his arms for support as you leaned back against him. You were so worked up now, your body aching for him.

“Riff-” you gasped out his name, your voice pleading. “Please.”

His mind was fogged with desire, his need for you overwhelming. He couldn’t take it anymore.

With a low guttural moan, he shifted his body, his hands pulling your hips back so they were tilted at the right angle.

His fingers gripped your hips tightly, his voice a rough murmur in your ear. “You want this?”

You felt his body shift against youre, your hips being angled in a way that only made the desire in your stomach coil even tighter. His voice, his 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, only made you even more desperate.

You nodded quickly, your breath coming out in short gasps as you tried to speak. “Yes, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, I want it, I want 𝘺𝘰𝘶, please, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦-"

That was all he needed to hear.

With a low groan, Riff rocked his hips forward, pushing himself inside you slowly.

The feel of him entering you, slowly but surely, sent a shiver down your spine. You let out a guttural moan, your head falling back against his shoulder as you took him in.

Riff had to fight to control himself, his entire being feeling like it was on the edge of 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. The feeling of you around him was better 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, and it was nearly enough to drive him insane.

He took a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. “Are you - 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 - are you okay?” He managed to ask, his voice shaky.

You shivered at his touch, the feel of his hands on your skin sending shots of heat through you. His voice was gruff, and it only served to make you more desperate for him.

You gasped and nodded, your breath coming out in ragged pants. You 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 more of him, needed him to 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦.

“I-I’m fine,” you managed to get out between breaths. “Please, 𝘙𝘪𝘧𝘧-”

His control snapped at the sound of your voice, pleading for him. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed to feel you, to feel 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

With a groan, he began to move, rocking his hips against yours in a slow and steady rhythm. He couldn’t hold back, couldn’t control his need for you.

“God, 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭,” he grunted, pulling her even tighter against him. “You feel so good… 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥-”

The feel of him inside you, moving like he was, was making you lose your mind. You could barely breathe, your body being consumed by heat and desire.

You could feel how his hands were gripping your hips, holding yoj tight and steady as he moved against you.

You leaned back into him, your head falling back against his shoulder as a low moan escaped you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭.

Riff was 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, his mind completely taken by you. The sound of your voice, the feel of your body against his, it was all too much.

He picked up speed, his hips grinding into yours in a desperate search for 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. His hands roamed over your body, his lips moving to your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin there.

“I need you,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a raw, guttural growl. “I 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 you.”

You were lost, completely and utterly lost in him. The way he moved, the way he spoke, it was sending you over the edge.

You could feel his lips against your neck, hot and wet against your skin, and it only made you 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 for more.

Your hand came up to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer as you tried to find your voice. “Please, 𝘎𝘰𝘥, I need you too-”

There was no going back now. You were both too far gone, consumed by desire and need.

With a guttural moan, he picked up the pace, his hips rocking into yours in a maddening rhythm. He was gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, his other hand snaking around your body to caress your stomach.

He was completely entranced by you, lost in the heat and 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. He nipped at your neck, his voice a raspy murmur. “I’m gonna make you 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, doll.”

Your body was in flames, his every touch and movement making you feel like you were about to ignite. His voice, his hands, 𝘩𝘪𝘮, it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

You clutched at his arms, your nails digging into the skin as you desperately clung to him. You could barely breathe, your words coming out in gasps. “Please… 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, don’t stop-”

He didn’t think he’d be able to stop even if he wanted to. You were driving him absolutely 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, his need for you growing with every gasp, every breath, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.

He could feel your nails bite into his skin, and it only drove him 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. His hand slid up to caress your bare skin, his touch hungry and demanding.

“You like this?” He muttered in your ear, his voice a rough whisper. “You like the way I touch you?”

Your head fell back against his shoulder, your eyes falling closed as his words sent a shiver down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin was like gasoline on the fire raging in your stomach.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴,” you gasped out, you voice shaking with a mixture of need and desperation. “Yes, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, I love it, I love the way you touch me… I love 𝘺𝘰𝘶-”

When you told him you loved him, something inside him 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦. The last shred of his control vanished, leaving only need and want in its place.

He gave a guttural moan, his hand moving down to your thigh, gripping and pushing your leg forward for better access. “I love you, 𝘎𝘰𝘥, I love you,” he gasped, his voice raw and rough.

His hips moved faster, driving into you with a need that he couldn’t control. You had him now, you had him and he was yours.

A guttural moan escaped you as he moved faster, his words sending a thrill through your veins. Your mind was a whirlwind, your body taking over and only focused on the feel of him.

“I know you do,” you whispered, your voice shaky with pleasure. “I know you do, and I love you too.”

You reached back to grab his head, pulling him closer to you, needing to feel him as close to you as possible. “Don’t stop, don’t 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱-”

He was too far gone to do anything but give you what you wanted. 

He thrust into you with more force, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he tried to talk. “I won’t stop,” he grunted, his voice strangled. “I won’t stop, I promise. I’ll give you everything, I’ll 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 give you everything-”

He buried his face in your neck, his lips moving across your skin in a desperate search for more contact. He was lost in you, lost in the feeling of your body, and he never wanted to find his way back.

You felt like you were about to 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, your body writhing against his, the heat and pleasure growing and growing until it felt like it was about to consume you. 

His face in your neck sent fresh waves of pleasure through you, and you tilted your head to the side to give him more access. “Ah, 𝘎𝘰𝘥,” you gasped out, your voice breaking. “Just like that, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦-”

He was consumed by you, lost in your warmth, your skin, your voice. His hands were roaming over you now, touching you everywhere he could, desperate to have as much of you as possible. 

Hearing your gasps, your 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢, only drove him further. He grunted against your neck, his own voice breaking with need. “I’ve got you,” he muttered, his hands gripping your hips as he moved faster. “I’m right here, I’m 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, I’ll give you whatever you need-”

You cried out as he moved faster, your body aching and wanting more, more, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 of him, of everything he was giving you. 

It was too much, too 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, and you were so close to the edge, so close to falling over into oblivion. You reached back and grabbed his head, pulling his face closer to yours. 

“Riff-” you gasped out, your voice broken. “I’m so close, I’m-”

The feel of you pulling him close, your voice breaking as you tried to speak, sent a shiver down his spine. He was close too, 𝘴𝘰 close, but he was determined to hold on. He wanted to give you everything, give you everything you 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, and he wouldn’t stop until he did. 

He buried his face in your neck again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. “I’m here,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I’m right here, baby, I’m right 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦-”

His voice, his kisses, his hands, 𝘩𝘪𝘮, you were getting lost in him, consumed by the pleasure and the heat and the need, your upcoming orgasm threatening to overwhelm you.

You felt your body begin to tighten, that feeling building in the pit of your stomach, the one that told you that you were about to 𝘤𝘶𝘮. You clutched at him, your body trembling with need and want and desire. 

“I-” you gasped out, your voice ragged. “I’m gonna-”

He could feel your body start to tighten, he could hear it in your voice, and he knew you were close, so close, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦-

With a grunt, he shifted his hands, grabbing your legs and bringing them up so you were balanced on your toes, your body angled even more than it was before. He began moving faster, his hand moving to your stomach to keep you steady as his lips found your ear. 

“��𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰,” he whispered, his voice ragged and rough. “I’ve got you, doll, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦-”

You lost yourself in the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, his lips close to your ear, his words sending chills through you. 

“I trust you, 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶,” you managed to get out, your voice broken with pleasure. “I’m-” 

Unable to form any more words, you let out a guttural moan as that feeling coiled 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 and 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳-

That moan, the sound of you saying you trusted him, was almost enough to push him over the edge 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. He needed you, needed you to let go, to give in to the pleasure and the heat and everything between your bodies.

He moved faster, his hips grinding against yours, his hand on your stomach holding you tight against him. “Let go, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦,” he panted, his voice a desperate plea. “I need you to 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰-”

He was begging, pleading for you to let go, and you were right there, right on the edge, ready to fall over into oblivion if you just gave in, trusted in the pleasure and the heat and the love between the two of you. 

With a gasp, you let go, falling over the edge and into the void. Everything went white for a moment, the world shifting, stars appearing in your vision.

When you came, it was like the world tilted on its axis, everything shifting and changing, colors brighter, sounds clearer. He had you, he was going to give you everything he was, and he was 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 letting go. 

The feeling of your body clenching around him sent him spiralling over the edge, losing himself completely in you. He let out a guttural moan, his head falling to your shoulder as he held you tightly, the world around nonexistent. 

You could barely think, your mind a haze of pleasure and heat and the feel of 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Your body was still trembling, waves of pleasure washing over you like a tide. 

You could feel his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦. Your body was boneless, completely spent, but you still reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, needing to 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 him.

He was in pieces, completely shattered by you, by what the two of you had just shared. All he could do was hold you, his body still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. 

He could feel your touch, your hand in his hair, and he nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing lazily at the skin there. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to come back to reality and have to face the world. All he wanted to do was stay in this moment, stay in 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

You shivered as he nuzzled into your neck, the feel of his lips on your skin sending a thrill through your exhausted body. You loved this part, the part where he got all soft and sweet, where it was just the two of you and the rest of the world didn’t exist. 

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, your fingers still tangled in his hair, your body relaxed against his. “I love you,” you murmured quietly, the words spoken into his hair.

Those words - that little statement, so simple and yet so powerful - was like a tonic. He felt weary, wrung out and hollowed, and yet you saying '𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶' soothed him like nothing else could. 

He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, mumbling his reply against your skin. “I love you,” he said quietly, his voice rough from the effort. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”

You let out a soft, contented sigh, your eyes drifting closed as you breathed in the scent of him. You could feel his words against your skin, could feel the truth in them, and it made you feel safe, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 

“Don’t be scared,” you whispered back, your hand sliding down to tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He took a shuddering breath, his head still buried in your neck. He wanted to believe you, he 𝘥𝘪𝘥 believe you, but he was still scared. He was scared that one day you would realize that you could do better than an unemployed ex-gang member who probably wouldn’t ever have a steady job. He was scared that he’d wake up one day and you’d be gone. 

“You promise?” He mumbled into your skin, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Your heart squeezed at the vulnerability in his voice. You knew he had his insecurities, you knew he was scared sometimes, but he never voiced them, not like this. It broke your heart, but it also strengthened your resolve. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 going anywhere, you were going to prove to him time and time again that you weren’t going to leave him. 

You pressed another gentle kiss to the top of his head, your fingers still playing in his hair. “I promise,” you whispered, your voice firm. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, Riff.”

A small, broken laugh escaped him at that. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. He loved the idea of that, spending the rest of his life with you. He wanted it, more than he wanted anything. 

“Okay,” he mumbled, his voice still soft and almost broken. “Okay, doll.” He pulled back so he could look at you, his eyes roaming over your face. “I’mma hold you to that.”

You looked up at him, a gentle, fond smile on your face. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, could see the way he needed you to reassure him, to 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 him. 

You lifted a hand to cup his jaw, your thumb gently caressing his cheek. “You should hold me to it,” you said quietly, your voice filled with sincerity. “I mean it. You’re stuck with me, Riff, whether you like it or not.”

[mcumorningstar]

begging for more riff x reader smut 🫣 I’d love if they were in a heated argument over riff buying a gun and riff says something disrespectful to reader making her slap him and then they just immediately go at it from the heat of the moment

Bang Bang

pairing: riff (wss) x reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, kinda toxic but kinda cute, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), riff’s got a gun, (I think that’s everything)

a/n: sorry this took so long I was on vacation. I’ve never done a request before!! Thanks for submitting :) This was more like I don’t wanna lose you sex than heat of the moment but hopefully this is okay!!

Sinking into Riff’s lap was the perfect remedy to a bad day. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer, your pelvis pressed to his.

Usually you would be reduced to a puddle of contentment but the hard press and sharp sting of metal pushed against your lower stomach.

Pulling back, you scrutinise Riff for a moment before tugging up his shirt. A small revolver was nestled in the waistband of his jeans.

“Like Billy the Kid, don’t ya think?” Riff smirked up at you, pretending to shoot bullets from his fingers.

God, it was easy to forget, because of his troubles, but Riff was so young.

“Get rid of it,” You stared at the weapon with wide eyes, “I’m not playing around, Riff. You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“Born to die young, baby-o,” A wide grin plastered across Riff’s cheeks, smug and teasing. He squeezed your hips but you weren’t impressed.

“You gonna be laughing when you’re on a slab in the morgue?” You tried to stand, wanting some distance between.

“Don’t think like that,” He attempted to calm your nerves and refused to let you move away, pulling you closer.

A manicured nail jabbed into his chest, “Because I sure as hell won’t. I don’t wanna be a widow before I’m a wife.”

Riff sighed, his thumb rubbing against the empty space on your ring finger. An empty space waiting for a promised ring.

“They always bring heat. We gotta be ready,” He reasoned with you but your blood boiled as he removed the gun and examined it.

You scoffed, “This shit is so stupid, Riff!” You shoved his chest and rose from his lap, storming into the bedroom.

Riff followed you with a heavy sigh and heavy footsteps. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“You expect me to go in there with nothing but the clothes on my back?”

“What I expect you to do is use your brain! Your daddy was in the exact same position as these Puerto Ricans you’re going to war with!”

“He was nothing like them.”

“Why? ‘Cause he speaks the language?”

It was a low blow but you wanted him to know how it looked.

“Don’t turn this into something it isn’t! This is a turf war,” Riff tried to level his steadily raising voice.

“Turf war? That slang for prejudice little boys with no jobs and nothing to do but terrorise foreigners?”

“Prej-? You know goddamn well that I’m not like that!Like you know what you’re talking about anyway! I’m not taking life advice from a hairdresser!” Riff snapped and, before he could have the nerve to feel bad, your open palm collided with his cheek.

You stood in silence for a moment as a red mark bloomed against his alabaster skin. It was not the ‘be the better person’ you were trying to drill into him, you knew that, but he pissed you off and it was almost involuntary.

“Shit” Riff jostled his jaw in all directions and rubbed a finger against his reddened ear, “You smack like my ma.”

Your hands cupped your slack jaw, “Baby I’m so sorry.”

Riff spared a glance in your direction as you stepped closer to him.

“Less of the smacking, yeah? I need my good looks or you got nothing to stick around for,” He smiled warily, “I ain’t no murderer, am I?”

You shook your head, biting your lip to hide your thrill at his decision, and smiled softly. Tentatively, you reached up and brushed your fingers against his red cheek.

“I’m sorry, baby. Never meant to damage your pretty face.”

Riff almost melted, his eyes softening, “You think I’m pretty?”

“A real diamond in the rough,” You brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead and cupped his jaw, “I couldn’t bear it if I lost you. Not for something this stupid.”

Riff pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours, “Never gonna happen. You’re stuck with me.”

A smile twitched at your lips. Despite the Jets, being stuck with Riff sounded heavenly. He dipped his head to kiss you softly.

“Never,” He whispered, pulling back an inch, his hot breath fanned across your lips.

“Good, because underneath it all, you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known. I don’t wanna lose you.”

Riff pulled you back for another kiss. A clash of tongue and teeth as the kiss grew heated. You needed him to know how true it was, needed him to know how much you needed him.

“I love you,” He panted between the hot collision of lips. A soft moan rose from your throat. Riff dropped his hands to your hips, pulling your body flush to his.

Your nails clawed at his neck, fingers getting lost in his hair.

Clothes were shed, lying in piles on the bedroom floor. Riff hovered over you as you lay back on the mattress, pressing himself between your legs.

Clinging to his bare flesh, Riff trailed open-mouthed kisses along your neck and pulled your leg higher on his hip.

His hard cock pressed against you through his boxers, as his hips began to grind against yours.

A breath moan escaped your lips, “Riff… please.”

Usually he would tease you. ‘Please what, baby?’ he would say, but not this time.

Riff nodded over and over again as he pushed down his boxers and pulled your panties down your legs. The full weight of him rested against your bare skin as your lips met again.

With tender hands holding you close, Riff pressed into you. It was slow and sweat beaded on your skin when a low groan from the man above you vibrated against your neck.

“Ugh god,” He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face further against your clavicle, littering messy kisses there.

“Move baby please,” You panted out, rubbing his back with firm fingers.

Riff pulled his hips back a few inches before rocking into you again. He pulled his head out of the shelter of your neck, connecting his eyes to yours.

His hips moved languidly, skin slapping with every collision of his pelvis to yours and pushing against that spot inside you that made your toes curl.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Riff panted, pressing his forehead to yours, “For- for what I- I said. I love you and- and that’s never gonna change. Not for turf, not for nothing.”

The rhythmic strokes of his hips rendered you non-verbal, only capable of moaning and nodding. Your eyes fluttered closed at a particularly hard thrust.

“Look at me, baby,” Riff wrapped an arm underneath your head, the crease of his elbow and the muscle of his bicep your new pillow.

Forcing your eyes open, you met his eyes - a gorgeous swirl of blue and brown in the left.

He’s beautiful.

“Never want to be without you. What was I thinking? Taking a gun? You’re right to call it stupid, baby. So stupid” Riff rambled on. You could tell he was getting close by his loose lips.

Riff mumbled between moans, sloppy kisses and panting breaths against your skin until your chest was soaked in his spit.

It was euphoric. His hand snaked between your sweat slicked bodies, pressed so tightly against one another, to rub circles against your clit.

A loud moan ripped from you and your fingers gripped the back of his head, holding his face so close to yours that you breathed each other’s oxygen. All while staring into the starry night abyss of his eyes.

As the band inside you grew tighter and tighter, you gripped onto Riff tighter. Your legs wrapped around his waist as if he were going to be ripped from you entirely and red crescent moon imprints of your fingernails bloomed against his skin.

“I’m gonna cum. Can’t- can’t hold on,” Riff groaned, doubling down on his efforts between your legs. His thrusts were losing rhythm but he was hitting spots deep inside you and working you with his fingers.

White spots clouded your vision as the band inside you snapped, gushing onto his fingers and cock. The feeling of your orgasm pushed Riff over the edge, whimpering ‘I love you’s’ as he finished inside you.

Warmth bloomed inside you at the feeling and, as you came down from your high, a giddy grin crept onto your lips.

With heaving chests, Riff gazed down at you and a grin equal in size and feeling graced his lips.

“You were right, doll. Nothing is worth sacrificing you for.”

“Oh I’m gonna need that in writing,” You teased, stroking your fingers through his hair.

Riff laughed and playfully bit your jaw until you pushed him off, rolling around the bed with blissful laughter.

He stayed in that night. The gun was gone by the following morning and in its place sat a vase of red roses.

[jeffbuckleysconvent]

mike faist in challengers this, mike faist in challengers that. what about mike faist in west side story? all dirty and broken and bruised and pretty.

[jesuistrestriste]

happy holidays to these pictures of mike faist specifically

[zeglyth]

WEST SIDE STORY dir. steven spielberg

[christotokos]

MIKE FAIST WEST SIDE STORY, 2021

[liberiangyal]

need someone to put mike faist in the same room as martin scorsese so he realizes he should cast him in the frank sinatra movie

[jilllovesmike]

When you’re a Jet…you have a mini reunion in NYC.

[beesartclub]

I need to be seen by my people. New account I wanna start writing ff again lmk if there’s a desire for this bc I genuinely I need him.

[artsylemon4]

currently watching the golden globes and liking all the mike faist happy birthday posts, wishing he would go outside again. we miss you mike! regardless, happy birthday to my one and only, mike faist <3

[dancingdaffodils08]

My Mike Faist brainrot is killing me.

his rodent like demeanor has captivated me.