#wss riff

[iasikaijutopia]

"Don't get all West Side Story on me, okay?"

[sl-newsie]

How did you know? 👀

"are you okay?" no I got way too attached to a fictional character and now they're dead

[sl-newsie]

My strange coping method?

[silentmacabre]

no thoughts my head is empty, only this silly little slanted smile 24/7 ☁️

[liseytopia]

HEAD over HEELS for him bro.

green-eyed beauty | r. l.

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requests: hi can you plz write a fic about riff being jealous bc he finds out reader had a tiny crush on tony before him?? thanks + Hiiii!! I loved your Riff x reader story and I was just wondering if you could write another one pleaseeeeee <3

word count: 0.5k

a/n: this took me forever to write and i am SO SORRY. it’s also not as long as i’d like it to be, but thank you for the requests anyways! i combined them both, hopefully it’s good enough?? i’m so sorry lol. also, you didn’t specify the readers gender, so i made them gender neutral. hope that’s fine!

pairings: riff lorton x gn!reader

warnings: kissing i guess, mostly fluff

“You’re joking.” 

“I’m not, I swear!” You laughed, a little because you were tipsy, but mostly at the incredulous look on Riff’s face.

“Tony?” His eyebrows alternated between shooting high and furrowing, unable to process the fact that you, his partner, used to have a crush on his best mate. “What? Why? When?”

“Uh, I think it was when he used to work at Doc’s? I had popped in just to buy some medicine, but what can I say? Have you seen that man’s smile?” You rambled, oblivious to the deepening scowl on Riff’s face. 

“And that hair, he could be starring in freaking shampoo commercials with those locks. Not to mention,” you went on, well past drunk now, “His face looks like it’s been sculpted by the gods.” 

“Right,” Riff said sourly, causing your head to snap towards him at the change in his tone, but you were still unable to place the emotion on his face- was it anger? Jealousy? Deciding to find out, you put your drink down on a table to the side of the couch, scooting over closer to him and squinting your eyes to scrutinise his expression.

He simply scoffed, taking your actions as a way of making a move on him, and turned his head away, tilting his chin up to take a large swallow of his drink. Definitely jealous, you thought to yourself, noticing the way his jaw had tightened over the course of your conversation, the way his hand tightened on the cool glass bottle, God, you’re hot when you’re jealous. You realised too late that you had vocalised your last thought out loud.

Riff sputtered on his swallow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to look at you with wide eyes, “I’m not jealous!” 

You just giggled at his blatant lie, leaning up slightly to place a series of gentle kisses on his tense jaw, loving the way he immediately relaxed to your touch, the goosebumps you could feel forming against your cheeks as you peppered fluttery kisses on his skin. “Sure you aren’t, Lorton,” you said, words muffled into his body. 

“I’m not,” he said, but with a lot less conviction as he sighed, leaning in closer to you. You pulled away from your soft assault on his skin, your hands coming up to gently sweep across his exposed collarbone, finding their way to the hair on the nape of his neck, turning him so he could meet your eyes again. 

“Well,” you said slowly, “In that case, wanna know what I thought Tony’s best feature was?”

His shoulders slumped visibly and his eyes looked defeated, but he nodded yes anyways. “Go on.”

He let out a sharp gasp as you suddenly swung one of your legs over his thighs, straddling him, your hands moving to grab the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer to you.

“His best friend,” you whispered, closing the distance between you.

[bellamoooon]

Riff never really thought he would last this long with you, but here you were, he had been with you since the year before Tony had gone upstate, which summed up to two years— which for riff was a lifetime considering his “relationships” never lasted more than a day.

“Come on girly girl, I promise they’ll behave this time…” there he was, puppy eyes and a pout standing in the door of your apartment, trying to convince you to let the jets have dinner at your place.

“Riff, you said that the last time, diesel threw a plate at action—“ you spoke reminding him about the catastrophic dinner that had happened weeks ago.

Because yes, you loved riff, and the rest of the boys, to be fair you had been like a mother to most of them, which was comic, seeing as they were all of your age, or a year younger, but despite that, the care you had given to your boys— as you call them — was more nurturing and motherly than what their actual mother ever provided.

But— often when you made dinner for all of them, it turned into a goddamn mess.

Chewing with open mouths, spilling juice, broken plates, sauce accidentally spilled on your pretty pink table cloth, and stolen spoons— don’t ask, you do not know what they take your spoons for.

“I just don’t want to have to clean up after, you boys are like a stampede of elephants, you tear my apartment to shreds in minutes” riff laughed, of course he did, he pulled you closer wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Come on angel, I’ll make the boys clean up, you just cook up one of those delicious warm meals of yours and we do the rest.”

It was tempting, getting to see the boys— and them endlessly complementing your food, and you weren’t an egomaniac, but man it was nice to hear— and spending time with riff, which was often a complicated task with all the trouble they find themselves in.

“Fine, but this apartment better shine after” he hummed as he left a kiss on your head, good thing he had convinced you, the jets were all getting set up for the dinner riff had promised them, he knew you’d give in eventually.

***

As you turn the stove off, right on cue there’s a knock at the door, you sigh, it’s just dinner, they’ll help clean up, no one’s gonna kill anyone, you try telling yourself, but who were you kidding, whenever more than three jets were in a small space— or big to be fair— an earthquake was bound to happen.

“Heya doll, got the boys, need any help setting up?” Riff said with his usual charming smirk as you opened the door, you made way as him and maybe five or six jets walked in behind all freshened up and smiling as they greeted you.

“Yeah, could ya set the plates and silverware, I’ll be there to serve in a sec” he nodded as he started to hand out plates to the boys as the placed them carefully on the table.

As you close the door a foot is shoved in the way letting out a yelp of pain, “ow!”

immediately you swing the door open to find baby John with his brows knit together in pain.

“Jesus, baby John! Why the hell would you do that?” He shakes his head as you place a hand on his back as you both walk in.

“The guys started to run— and…and I kinda lost ‘em so im just slightly late, sorry ma” you giggled as he spoke, always so well spoken and polite. He was a good kid from a broken home, and you were the kind of mother he always wanted his to be, so to say the least, you were fond of him.

“Alright, go sit down, I bet the boys already set the table for dinner” and they had done that exactly, and were even seated already, looking all pretty and innocent as if they weren’t in fights everyday.

As you had predicted, they all gushed over the food and how “no five star could do it like you did”— says riff, it’s just a simple meal, but he was used to eating whatever he could find cheap enough for himself, or starve, which was almost never, since you’d always have a little something for him.

“Okay, now clean up, I want no complaining or whining, Diesel— you’re on dishes tonight” obviously, he let out a soft “aw man” as he started picking the plates and taking them to the sink, “and the rest of you wiping up the table and the kitchen counter” they all groaned, but complied.

Riff found it incredibly amusing and mesmerizing how, ever since you two were together, they all obeyed to most of your orders and looked after you whenever you were out late.

“Y’know pretty, you’d make a great mom someday” he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, making you smile as his warmth stuck onto you.

“Already am, dickwad, you made me responsible for all your jets, but I don’t see ya paying child support” you say as you turn your head to look up at him, lets out a loud chuckle as he presses a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’ll pay you once these monkeys are out here girly girl, they don’t need to know how good I fuck you” he whispered in your ear, your face lit up with a bright blush as you stuck your elbow in his ribs.

“Riff! You gotta stop doing that, I mean it.”

“Unless you’d want ‘em to hear your pathetic whining, pretty, remind ‘em you’re mine and no one else’s” he left a quick kiss on your cheek as he pulled away, going towards the boys to walk them out of the apartment, turning to wink at you.

You just know it’ll be best if you sleep in and not leave the house tomorrow.

[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.

[supermanboom]

John Mulaney & Mike Faist💋

[diyasgarden]

“Some day // Somewhere // We'll find a new way of living // We'll find a way of forgiving” [Lyrics from Somewhere, West Side Story (2021)]

[frankiedane]

MIKE FAIST WEST SIDE STORY, 2021

[strfall]

₍‧₊˚⛓️‍💥✩ ₊˚🩶⊹ baby, i'm a bad influence

[liseytopia]

ANHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!

riff as your boyfriend hc’s

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requested by anon: hi !! you’re like the only person on this app who writes for riff. so i was wondering, if you’re still writing for him and you write hcs, if i could get like a riff as ur boyfriend hcs?? 

word count: 0.5k

a/n: i wrote this so quick lol, i hope it’s okay? i went for gender neutral reader as you didn’t specify what you’d like, i hope it still works. oh also, i’m sorry about the ending, i know i strayed away from the topic a little, but maybe this is fine??

pairings: riff lorton x gn!reader

warnings: none? woah is this maturity

even before you and riff were dating, the jets (especially riff) were super protective of you

and once you two start going steady, they only get MORE protective

riff used to make sure a jet would walk you home if he couldn’t make it

but after you two start dating, it’s always him there, 9 times out of 10

riff tried his hardest to keep you out of the sharks vs. jets rivalry, he couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you

and this idiot thought the best way to go about this was to not tell you ANYTHING at all

you had a series of long fights about him disappearing on you randomly, or blowing you off, leaving you to wonder about which ditch he was lying dead in

you lose track of the amount of times you have to show up to val’s, interrogating poor tony about the whereabouts of his best friend

(tony always gives in, you’re fucking scary when you want to be)

the two of you eventually sort things out, staying up all night talking and making up

riff promises to talk to you more, though he knows you’d prefer it if he wasn’t a part of this feud at all

but hey, at least it’s progress

riff always takes you as his date to the dances, no question

and if you don’t know how to dance, he will take the time to teach you properly

low-key, you took longer than necessary to learn

the lessons were so much fun, and the time together made both of you genuinely happy

riff definitely wasn’t complaining about being able to put his hands on you ;)

one of his favourite things to do is watch you get ready

not in a creepy way, though he can’t argue that watching you change your shirt is sometimes the highlight of his day (he can’t help it)

but your meticulous routine is something just so calming to him, it’s a nice change of pace

he swears that he falls deeper in love every time your eyes meet in the mirror, and you give him that sheepish smile

another thing riff loves is playing with your hair

when you’re exhausted, he’ll gently drag you down to lie in his lap, fingers already threading through your locks

you’re asleep in seconds

you and riff don’t go on too many dates, maybe one every fortnight

but that’s okay, because riff comes around your place almost everyday

and if he can’t, he’ll ensure that he at least drops by during one of your breaks at work

even those fifteen minutes of talking are precious to both of you

the two of you love meddling with tony’s love life and pissing him off

you’re always organising double dates to go on

which, to be fair, does not end well for tony, so it’s a little counter-productive

the girl usually gets pissed that he doesn’t pay her the same attention that riff does you

which leaves tony a little baffled

how is he supposed to replicate your relationship with riff? how is anyone?

secretly, tony’s rooting for you guys to get married. so much so that he’s already started his best man’s speech.

he can’t wait for the day he gets to say the words out loud.

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[sl-newsie]

My biggest strength is my biggest curse.

Imagination.

For the rest of my life it will plague me.

Writing stories of passion and romance that will never be real.

Never can be real.

I spin tales of love and in doing so I doom myself for thinking I could ever be the lucky character in my own story.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Riff Lorton would smoke a cig while you're giving him a blowie in the alleyway next to your apartment building, puffing out smoke between moans loud ones because he doesn't give a damn. Get's impatient grips your hair and bucks into your mouth until he finishes. He treat's it like a game sometimes timing how long it takes for you to get him off before he's done smoking.

[theres-no-escaping-us-pal]

date idea: we watch newsies and you listen to me talk about my little gay newsboys

date idea: we watch wss and you listen to me talk about my little gangster boys

date idea: we dress up as newsies and preform in synch with the show

[bellamoooon]

In honor of Mike Faist day, here’s this absolute brain scratcher; The way mike says “righttt…” during tonight quintet.