Under the cut, cw for suggestive and sexual themes!!
Sex all the time 24/7 literally anywhere (on the floor, on the bed, on the ceiling somehow, he would find a way)
He is a giver and would make sure you finish, if not multiple times, every time
He LOVES pet names. He would mostly call you “love”, “my darling”, “dear”, or “baby”
You are his personal model. He would test out all of his outfits and makeup looks on you
He would test lipstick shades by kissing you all over (he would get distracted and never actually pick the shade)
He is very possessive and gets jealous easily. He would go to excessive lengths to keep you with him
Lots of hugs from behind and random kisses
Praise and degradation depending on the mood, but he’s amazing at both
You will be covered in bite marks. Both in a sexual context and because he likes biting you for fun
He sleeps at very odd hours, usually awake at night and asleep during the day. He takes it as a personal offense if you don’t sleep next to him or at least cuddle with him
As a Transylvanian, he has a sort of aura that heightens the libido of those around him. Being around him for an extended amount of time would make you, for lack of a better word, very slutty
Lots of teasing, both sexually and in general
He has to be in a very generous mood to let you top, but when you do, he will talk you through it and tell you what a good job you’re doing
He would hold your face/jaw often and tilts your chin to make you look at him if you aren’t
Waist grabbing. In general, he yanks you around a lot
He has a habit of making you feel pathetic (in a hot way)
(For me and the like two other people who find him hot lmao. gif credit)
Warnings: canon-typical incest mentions & sexual themes
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Transylvanians don't culturally have much aversion to touch, but Riff is definitely on the more reserved side of it. Casual touches are saved only for those he is very close to or comfortable with. While he has no outright problem touching other people, his touch will become more intimate and personal the closer he gets to you. More prone to lustful displays like kisses/bites than hand-holding. I can, however, see him kissing your knuckles with a very playful smirk. He tends to keep most of his displays of affection away from the public eye, and as he doesn't get a lot of free time away from Frank, he becomes very clingy when the two of you are in private.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Literally just show a single iota of interest toward him and you've gotten on his good side. He tends to come off as uninterested and impersonal (he is) so anyone actively seeking his company is met with cautious surprise. He will initially be suspect but once your intentions are proven to not be malicious, he mellows out and allows the friendship. He initially doesn’t think much of an Earthling but as you continue to hang around, his attachment to you grows. He finds himself complaining about Frank to you, lamenting the never-ending list of tasks, the cruel way he's treated. Time spent with Riff is usually tagging along after him as he does his chores around the castle. He used to find this incredibly annoying. Now he finds himself getting lonely when you're not there...
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Cuddlebug! While initially stand-offish, once Riff gets to the point in the relationship where he feels close enough to touch, you. just. cannot. get. him. off. of. you. Every spare moment he gets, he is wrapping around you like a snake. Loves to rest his bony little chin on your shoulder. And definitely wants to cuddle afterwards, if you know what I mean ;3
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
...Not yet. Maybe one day, but Riff's got some social climbing to do first. A fuckton of unchecked ambition in this boy. Remember to cheer on your new boyfriend as he assassinates the local monarchy <3 As for cooking and cleaning, he's okay with cleaning but you are going to have to help him out a bit with cooking. He can cook, but he usually doesn't eat unless someone reminds him. Magenta has threatened multiple times to pin him down and forcefeed him. It's a manifestation of his self-destructive urges. Plus the alcohol and drugs mess with his appetite. Someone bring him a snack before he passes out.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Break up? Riff won't break up. He's incredibly possessive and passionate and once he's latched on to someone, it's almost impossible for him to let them go. Even if you lose interest in him... uh. Too bad? As soon as Riff gets a chance, he's chasing you down and bringing you back. Once you're in, you're in for good so I hope you didn't have any plans of leaving!
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Riff would want an extremely small wedding. Just you and Magenta, preferably. He's an extremely private person and wants to keep you sheltered from anyone else's view. He won't fuss if you want a bigger wedding, but his possessive streak will trigger and he'll spend most of it standing at your side like a guard dog. It would take him a while to propose. He wants to make sure he gets the moment perfect. If you propose first, he is lowkey kinda irritated (he has massive control issues) but he is quick to snap out of it. Will still do a proposal of his own anyway. He claims it's to share Transylvanian tradition with you but like. he's really just mad that you beat him to the punch. He had PLANS, damn you.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He is capable of being tender, but he prefers to play on the rougher side. While he likes to keep the actual actions private, the results of said actions are another story entirely. He's a big fan on leaving marks all over you, in places that are almost impossible to conceal. He may also deliberately poke any hidden bruises you have and then pretend he absolutely did nothing of the sort. You know he did that on purpose. He knows you know that he did that on purpose. You know that he knows that— You get the picture. I guess you'll just have to mark him up right back!
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Less hugs, more that he just kinda collapses on you. He likes to hug you from behind, his face buried in your shoulder. Usually this is followed up by some sort of grumble because he generally only does this when someone has annoyed the shit out of him. These are pretty much the only hugs he initiates. While he is quite clingy, it's generally not in the form of a typical hug and he usually saves hugs for when one or both of you is feeling upset. Hugs given by Riff involve his arms being completely wrapped around you with your head tucked to his chest while he strokes your hair. He prefers to give hugs sitting down because he's too short to hug most people in the way he wants to hold them 😔 (If he hugs anyone taller than him, he feels really sensitive about his height. It doesn't usually bother him but somehow hugging never fails to make him feel tiny. He will begrudgingly suck it up if he really has to and compromises by guiding your chin onto his shoulder instead.)
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Only says it if you say it first. Specifically that sentence though. Has no problems with calling you "my love" or "my darling" but apparently adamantly refuses to say "I love you" unless directly prompted. Little weirdo.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
The single most jealous man in the galaxy, second only to Frank (and that is an incredibly close second.) But unlike Frank, Riff is a lot less likely to make it obvious. You might not even be able to tell he's jealous, because he does it so subtly! He tends to feel unwanted if you spend too much time away from him or if he thinks you're enjoying yourself too much with someone else. He won't say anything but he will lurk nearby and scowl at the offender. If it goes on too long, he'll go behind your back and scheme to get rid of the person in question, forging letters or inventing rumors to separate them from you. In his perfect world, you'd be on Transylvania, shut away in a nice little cottage on the shore where no one would ever see you bother you again. What can I say, he's possessive as fuck.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Tender. Playful. Rough. Toothy. Riff's kisses come in a broad spectrum, but they most often tend towards the domineering and forceful. He doesn't kiss on the lips very often because when he does, he struggles to pull away. His kisses are invariably passionate, his hands running up your sides and along your hips as he feels you up. He likes when you kiss his cheeks (it makes him feel cared for and wanted) and his knuckles (that one gives him a power trip lol)
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Oh Riff. Poor Riff. Riff wants kids. Unfortunately he doesn't actually like kids. And kids don't really like him. They find him scary. Riff takes this personally and doubles down on being absolutely icy. I feel like he'd be passable if the kid wasn't afraid of him, but like... just passable. Nothing more. He's not getting the father of the year award any time he's soon. Like he's definitely trying his best, he's just not emotionally equipped for parenthood. Also judging from the script of The Old Queen, Transylvanians seem to have this cultural incest thing going on so uh... maybe don't give this man a child. Or like at the very least get him some therapy before you do.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He's up first and gone before you wake. He'll kiss you on the cheek in your sleep before he leaves, but Frank's demands are incessant and Riff has to get up early to keep on top of everything. The rare free mornings he gets, he'll stay in bed with you as long as he can, playing with the ends of your hair or just watching you while you sleep, utterly entranced. He still isn't used to something so pretty climbing into his bed and he doesn't think he ever will be.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
As a Transylvanian, his libido is intense. He's in the mood at least once a day and he'll need to take care of himself pretty frequently if you don't want him getting cranky and pent-up. He usually throws one go 'round in around bedtime. He will be a bit insulted (petty bitch) if you can't keep up with him, thinking that you just don't want to be with him. You can mollify him pretty easily by honestly just cuddling with him or being nearby while he sorts himself out. He gets lonely by himself :(
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Riff is honestly a lot more chatty than you might think. He does tend to keep to himself, but any expression of interest in him will pretty quickly coax him out. He feels alone in the castle so, even as closed off as he is, he's honestly pretty desperate for connection. Just disregard his generally grumpy attitude and keep hanging around, and it won't be long until he's treating you like a friend.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Somehow both incredibly patient and extremely touchy. Riff sits perpetually in a state of irritation. Everything in this world annoys him. To the untrained eye, he looks like he always wants to kill someone. And well. They're not wrong but it does take him a fair bit to actually get to that point. For him, killing is the final option. He will try all other methods of getting his problem to go away before getting out the ol' anti-matter laser. Unfortunately by the time he's gotten to that point, he's usually super stressed out and anything that isn't explicitly on his side qualifies as a potential threat. Best not to let him get that far. You might want to run some interference before he starts losing it a little. And definitely do NOT cheat on him. That'll trigger his rage like nothing else.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Riff is a conniving little creature. He's always watching, always listening. Always storing stuff away in the back of his mind for safekeeping. Of course he remembers. He remembers things you don't remember even having told him (you didn't tell him.)
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
You stood up to him to Frank. Riff prides himself on his ability to adapt, to react, but he stares wide-eyed at you for a solid minute after you do it. No one's ever done that. Especially not for him. Even Magenta knows better than to intervene when Frank's in one of his moods. He can't decide if you're incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Honestly, this'll push Riff right over the edge. Regardless of how he felt about you before, he's gone for you now. Done. Totally attached. And you're not getting rid of him now. Ever.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
I've already mentioned just how possessive he can get, right? He can be just as protective. But he's still the same slinky little creature we love. Riff protects in a very sideways, coming at it from an angle kind of way. No, he won't throw a punch for you in a barfight. He's not some kind of action hero. His help is more subtle. If Frank is in a mood, he "conveniently" remembers some issue that just absolutely requires Frank's immediate attention. Maybe he knocks something over. Unfortunately his sly side will bite you in the ass because he won't always protect you. He has been known to keep back and let you take the brunt of a situation if it furthers his plans. He makes sure to make it up to you later. (Although it's not like he ever lets you know what it exactly it is that he's making up to you for...)
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Riff does go out of his way for you but he tries not to make it obvious. Total coincidence that he just happened to know what your favorite dessert is, don't all Earthlings like sweets? He will be a bit more open as the relationship progresses, but in the courting stage he's definitely very secretive and almost shy (he's nervous okay, he's never actually courted anyone before. Sex, yes. Romance, no. He's a little lost here, take pity.) You'll probably have to lead with dates and such, otherwise Riff will stick to just generally hanging around you. It won't occur to him to do anything special because you're already so special to him. (Also he's super occupied with other stuff and his brain is almost completely fried. It is a miracle he is able to function at all, get this alien a break and a union rep)
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Oh boy, where do I even start? The cocaine habit? The drinking problem? The constant secret-keeping and plotting? The jealousy? The unchecked lust for power? The weird situationship with his sister? The fact that he's definitely kidnapping you to Transylvania regardless of your opinion on the matter? This guy is a literal quilt of red flags. He is really cute tho
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
It's... fine. Surprisingly. Given all his other problems, you'd expect him to have a vanity problem. He doesn't. He's normal about this one. Like he definitely does like looking nice, but no more than anyone else. This is shockingly one of the only things he's actually normal about.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Aha! Ahahahahahaha! You're so silly :) Losing you would absolutely destroy Riff. And you better hope Magenta's still around to rein him in, otherwise he's fucking LOSING IT. Like full-on massacre of the entire galaxy, ascension to the position of evil court vizier and genocide everyone in sight losing it. This bitch can NOT deal with the loss of people he cares about in anything approaching a healthy manner. His already tenuous grasp on his self-control will snap and he's just going full god complex. Also if you die, I would advise being entirely disintegrated as you do it or he is going to have your body preserved.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
In my heart, Riff is actually a lot sillier than he initially comes off. Have you seen his smile? He's just a playful little guy :) My man just wants to dance and have fun :) and also overthrow the monarchy but we don't talk about that part. During the events of canon, he's just really fucking pissed because he is absolutely SICK of Frank's shit by now and just wants to go home already.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
A prude. Being a Transylvanian, Riff just cannot stand any reserved or judgemental attitude toward sex. It'll annoy him like no other. Also, anyone who doesn't like Magenta is an automatic no. They're a package deal, you get one you get the other free of charge <3
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Hypervigilant as fuckkkk. He already didn't have a great childhood and Frank's constant whipping is certainly not helping with his trauma. Riff has trouble getting to sleep and wakes up at the slightest noise. He can often be found roaming the castle at night just because he simply cannot get back to sleep.
rant — but i just get so turned on by this exact moment 😍😍 look at the hop, the stance, the grunt??? imagine he stands like that when he’s edging! or perhaps when he’s receiving backshots by you and you accidentally nut in him!!!!!! HEAR ME OUT. this is the closest thing we get to a submissive moan!!! GIVE ME HIM MOW
A little Riff Raff x reader proposal fic I wrote and decided to post here!! Reader is gender neutral. It's so much tooth rotting fluff lol. Columbia and Eddie are a couple here too btw
Characters that appear: Reader, Riff Raff, Columbia, Eddie, Magenta, Frank n Furter.
Black... purple... red...
Black... purple... red...
Black... purple... red...
You fall into a soothing rhythm, carefully placing fondant flowers atop each cupcake, murmuring the order under your breath to ensure consistency. Each of your sweet creations is adorned with the same three blossoms, evenly spaced and perfectly placed.
You’ve decided that, as a gift to everyone, you're going to make a dessert for the end of dinner tonight. Everyone is accounted for, each cupcake a different flavour to match their personal tastes: birthday cake for Columbia, lemon for Magenta, red velvet for Frank, cookies and cream for Eddie, vanilla for Rocky, almond for Brad, and strawberry for Janet.
But the ones before you now are your personal favourite: dark chocolate – for Riff Raff. And you’ll admit, you’ve made a few extra just for him. Frank might raise an eyebrow at the lack of surplus in his name, but you don’t care. Only the best for Riff Raff.
Picking up another black fondant flower, you gently squish it into the sweet icing, carefully securing it in place with the practiced touch of someone who’s done this many times before.
The taste of dark chocolate icing still lingers on your tongue – bitter and sweet all at once. You’ve tasted each icing to make sure they’re perfect, but the richness of the dark chocolate overpowers the taste of the others in your memory.
As you reach for a purple flower to place on the cupcake, you hear the soft click of a familiar pair of heeled boots echoing down the corridor. You keep your back turned, waiting. You know it’s your boyfriend. Maybe he’ll enter the room or maybe just linger in the doorway, as he often does. You pick up the piping bag in your other hand and listen to the noise of his quiet footsteps. He moves with deliberate quiet – but not quiet enough to go unnoticed by you.
Sure enough, the footsteps come to a halt just behind you, right in the doorframe.
Pretending not to notice him, you begin to softly hum to yourself. It’s a tune you know he finds endearing, something delicate to fill the silence between you.
It stays like this for a while – you, busy with decorating the cupcakes, and him, silently watching from afar.
After a moment, you place the final flower on top of the cake, a small red rose, and turn to face him. The sight that greets you leaves you breathless.
Riff Raff stands before you, his face the same shade as the flower you’ve just placed, blue eyes firmly locked on the floor. But it isn’t his face that makes your heart lurch.
It’s the small, velvet box clutched between his trembling hands.
A black ring box.
Your eyes widen. You quickly set the piping bag down on the counter behind you, your hands suddenly unsteady. The two of you stand in silence, an electric stillness stretching between you, until finally, Riff Raff shifts nervously, clears his throat, and looks up at you.
"I wasn’t sure when… or how," he murmurs, voice hushed and uneven. "But this felt right."
A tightness grips your chest and your eyes well with tears, your face warming into a soft pink. You can practically hear your heartbeat in your ears, fast and loud and all-consuming. You’re barely breathing.
He doesn’t get down on one knee, probably for the sake of his bad joints, but it doesn't matter. To you, this is perfect.
His face is unreadable, as it usually is. To anyone else, he might seem detached, indifferent. But not to you. You can read him like an open book. Every small shift, every tiny breath, every twitch of his fingers is a letter in a language only you understand. And how you love to decode him.
Though his face gives little away, his eyes tell you everything you need to know.
God, it’s all in his eyes.
He looks at you in a way he never looks at anyone else. There’s a softness there, a vulnerability. His pupils are blown wide, and in the low light of the kitchen, they seem to shimmer.
He takes a shaky breath and opens his mouth once more.
"Y/N… Will you marry m—Ah!"
Before he can even finish the question, you fling yourself at him, nearly knocking him off balance. You wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands find their way around your waist, still holding the box, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You feel the furrow of his brow press against your skin, and soon, the damp warmth of tears follows. He’s crying, quietly, trying not to let it show. But you feel it.
You stay embraced for a while, letting him quietly sob into your shoulder.
When you finally pull away, he’s smiling – truly smiling, wide and radiant. It’s rare, and it undoes you.
His slender fingers fumble with the ring box. When he opens it, your heart swells all over again. The ring is gorgeous: a dark titanium band encrusted with tiny black pearls that shimmer iridescent in the light. The star jewel, however, is a single heart-cut black diamond – impossibly clear and beautifully bold.
You pluck the ring out of the box to examine it further. As you turn it toward the light, the diamond catches the glow of the kitchen bulbs and flashes a bright, brilliant purple. You turn it the other way, and it gleams a deep, illustrious red.
"...It’s perfect." You whisper, awestruck. You see Riff Raff relax at your words, as if he was worried that you wouldn't like it. He had no need to be worried. You would say yes even if your ring was made out of old string and tinfoil.
He takes your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before taking the ring from you and slipping it onto your finger. It's a perfect fit. Secure, but not tight. It feels like it belongs there.
He takes his own matching ring out of the box and puts it on his own finger. It suits him beautifully, dark against his pale complexion.
Your hand finds his, and your fingers intertwine.
"You’re shaking," you whisper.
He nods, lips parting, searching for something to say. "I... didn’t think I’d be this afraid," he admits, voice frayed and raw. "Or this happy. It's... disorienting."
His other hand reaches up and cups the side of your face. His hands are warm, unusually so for him. Your lips lock together in a passionate, yet tender, kiss and your eyes flutter shut. You feel the corners of his mouth tug upwards as he smiles into it.
Riff Raff breaks away first, a puzzled look on his face. He swipes his thumb over his bottom lip before speaking.
"…Is that dark chocolate?"
You laugh softly, reaching for one of the cupcakes.
"You tell me," you say, handing it to him.
He lets out a satisfied hum and takes a bite.
"Hmm. Those are delightful." He says, mouth half full. "I like the flowers."
"I thought you would." You reply, happy with your craftsmanship. "Made extra for you."
He holds the cupcake out for you to take a bite too, but just as you're about to sink your teeth in, a loud CRASH sounds out from the corridor, followed by a "Columbia! Wait up!" In Eddie's usual sing-song voice.
You both turn toward the sound, hearts leaping. You’d left the kitchen door ajar.
Columbia skids into the room on socked feet and slams face-first into the wall, her ruby hair a wild mess.
"It smells amazing in here! Whatcha bakin'?"
Eddie enters next, running past you and towards Columbia. He grabs her waist and hoists her into the air, causing her to squeal. They both burst out laughing, the kind of full, uncontrollable laughter that fills every corner of the room.
"Ha! Told you I’d catch you!"
Eddie finally notices you and Riff Raff standing together on the other side of the kitchen, acknowledging the both of you with a small "Oh! Hey, guys!"
You don't have his attention for long before his eyes drift towards the counter, and he suddenly shouts, "WOAHHH! CUPCAKES!" loud enough to rattle the windows.
Magenta walks in after, eyebrows drawn into a scowl. She speaks through clenched teeth, her voice low and sharp. "What have I told you about chasing each other through the castle?! Frank is going to flip when he sees that broken vase!"
Magenta pauses when she sees you and Riff Raff standing shoulder to shoulder, faces calm, matching rings glinting subtly in the kitchen light. The small ring box still sits on the counter.
She raises a brow.
Columbia notices next, eyes narrowing as she glances between the small box and the cupcakes.
"Wait a damn minute. YOU'RE ENGAGED!?"
"TO EACH OTHER!?" Eddie blurts out afterwards, dropping Columbia in his shock.
She bends her knees to absorb the fall, landing with practiced grace. Without missing a beat, she prances over to you, grabbing you by the arms and frantically shaking you like a rag doll.
"Do you have any idea what this means?!?!" She questions, voice tinged with dramatic dread.
You reply, brows furrowed and slightly dizzy from the shaking. "Uhh... what does it mean?"
"I owe Magenta twenty bucks!"
"You bet on our engagement?" Riff Raff asks flatly, a note of disbelief in his voice.
"No," Columbia says, eyes sparkling. "We bet on whether you were emotionally functional enough to pull it off!"
"Rude." Riff Raff comments, sarcastically rolling his eyes.
"And I won." Magenta interrupts, her expression proud and sly. She gives her brother a playful punch on the shoulder as a silent way of saying I knew you could do it.
"Ahem"
Every head turns toward the doorframe. Behind Magenta stands a very displeased Frank-N-Furter, cape billowing theatrically despite the lack of wind in the castle. Knowing Frank, he's definitely turned on a fan to make sure his cape looks good.
You can immediately tell something is wrong because his lipstick doesn't match his heels. He crosses his arms, casually inspecting his nails as he speaks.
"You mean to tell me you two are getting engaged without my explicit and quite possibly choreographed consent? Informing me beforehand was the absolute least you could’ve done!"
Magenta steps forward, a glint of annoyance in her eyes. "And why is that?"
"So I can prepare! My outfit must stun. The lighting must flatter. I need time to plan my dramatic entrance! And the food must be protein-rich so Rocky can maintain those delicious muscles of his—"
"Speakin' of Rocky", Columbia cuts in, "where is he?"
Beginning to gently herd everyone out of the room, you reply, "We can tell Rocky, Brad, and Janet over dinner. Why don’t you guys go set the table?"
"OK!!" Columbia and Eddie yell in unison before tearing off back down the hallway toward the dining room.
Frank exits dramatically, turning the fan up to maximum as he passes. He immediately starts practicing his grand entrance in the hallway mirror, utterly unaware of the broken vase crunching under his heels.
Magenta decides to linger in the kitchen a little longer. She glances at the cupcake tray, then at you and Riff Raff.
"When you get married, I guess that’ll make me your sister-in-law," she says with a rare softness, patting you on the shoulder. "You two make a lovely couple."
"Thank you, Magenta," you reply warmly.
She wraps Riff Raff in a bear hug before finally heading out the door, closing it behind her with a click.
"I better be the maid of honour!!" she shouts from down the hallway.
"Nuisances. The lot of them." Riff Raff mutters, though there’s a flicker of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
You embrace him once more, tracing small circles across his back. "You don't mean that."
He takes your hand and raises it, slipping effortlessly into a waltz position, and the two of you begin to gently sway. He smoothly turns the kitchen radio on, and it begins to softly play, buzzing every so often.
"I don't. But all the noise they make is quite irritating when I want to be alone with you."
"Well, you have me alone now."
"I do." He says calmly, slotting his head in between your shoulder and neck again.
The scent of sugar and chocolate still lingers in the air, comforting and warm.
You break the silence one last time.
"...Should we make everyone wear black at the wedding?"
He replies. "Of course. Anything else would be indecent."
"And Frank?"
Riff Raff lets out a deep sigh. "He can design the napkins. That should get it out of his system."
You giggle, giving his hand a playful squeeze.
The radio in the corner crackles as a new song begins to play – something old, crooning and sweet. He hums along to it under his breath, the notes just barely audible over the soft static.
And for the first time in a long time, everything feels beautifully, perfectly right.
HIIII GUYSSS i had so much fun writing this so please tell me what you think!! Incase it isn't already obvious enough riff is my favourite character and I loved writing him here ♡♡
Dividers are from @huraxy from this post :)
@sosoribro thank you for being so sweet and encouraging ♡♡♡ now you can reblog cause I didn't post it early like an idiot this time
~Yandere!𝕽𝖎𝖋𝖋 𝕽𝖆𝖋𝖋 & Yandere!𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆 x Reader Headcanons~
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Note(s): Reader is a human, it only takes like 10 hrs to get to Transylvania bc this is fanfiction and I don't have to obey the laws of time and space, I'm not writing Magenta and Riff as being in a relationship together for obvious reasons even though they are in the movie so they're just both crushing hardcore on the Reader in this
Warning(s): Yandere behavior, kidnapping, brief non-con + mentions of sex, cannibalism, drugging the reader, delulu aliens, etc. Minors DNI. Don't like it? Don't read it. You are responsible for your own content consumption.
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"MASTER! DINNER IS PREPARED!" 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆 announced proudly, a smile lighting up her pale face as she struck a confident pose for presentation. Unfortunately, she only was met with an aggravated Frank-N-Furter, who gave her nothing more than a minimal dismissive wave of his hand in return. "...Excellent," he breathed exasperation. Magenta's mood was quickly dimmed. Her big grin slowly faded into a grimace.
Suddenly, she wasn't so proud of herself for the meal she had prepared...that is, until you tried to make up for Frank's lack of excitement by offering Magenta a grateful smile, and complimenting her cooking at dinner (while remaining unaware that she had cooked and served poor Eddie). You were so darling. Magenta had taken notice of every time you supported her, spent time with her, and loved her when Frank wouldn't.
𝕽𝖎𝖋𝖋 𝕽𝖆𝖋𝖋 shouted as Frank kicked him in the back, sending him toppling onto the ground. What had he done to deserve it this time? Making a single mistake by raising the machine too high, and failing to lower it exactly when Frank wanted him to? Riff Raff grunted and lifted himself off the ground, returning to crank the handle counterclockwise. He briefly lifted his head, catching a glimpse of your worried expression, and the way you instinctively began to trot over to make sure he was alright.
Riff Raff shook his head no, and put his right hand out in a "stay there" motion. It wouldn't do any good for you to get in trouble for helping him. Just seeing that you wished to tend to him was enough. You were so darling. Riff Raff had taken notice of every time you came to check on him, kept him company while he was busy at work, and loved him when Frank wouldn't.
~Magenta and Riff Raff are known to be secretive and mysterious. They don't let anybody into their duo. They can practically read each other's minds by exchanging one brief look. They aren't just related, they're linked and inseparable. Neither of them fell for you first, it was a silent mutual agreement that they both loved you.
~At first, they were annoyed by you. Just another human to toy with. They were suspicious anytime you offered emotional support, or anytime you offered to do something for them after they had a long day of work. You were so sweet that it was suspicious.
~Eventually, they found that you were just as kind as you seemed. You didn't command them as though they were nothing but lowly servants, you always asked them politely if you needed something, and spent genuine quality time with them. The siblings had full trust in you, especially when you had seen through Frank's fabulous personality to find the ugly, self-entitled brat that he truly was.
~One does occasionally grow jealous of the other. They sometimes fight for your attention like it's a competition to be the favorite. Riff Raff tends to do this more than Magenta does, as he can be more insecure than she.
~Your loving comfort did nothing to dull the ache of their homesick hearts. They needed to go home, but they couldn't leave you on Earth. Magenta and Riff Raff couldn't be happy on Earth with you, but they also couldn't be happy on Transsexual without you.
~What else could they do? They had to take you with them. Surely you'd be happy there. You're too special to stay on Earth, anyway. The siblings would miss you, wouldn't you miss them, as well? They came to the conclusion that they needed to take you with them- you'd love it there! Such a beautiful planet.
~But there was no way you'd come willingly. You'd never leave Earth, you'd be terrified. They had to think of a way to coax you into it- verbal communication would be the easiest, but it would all be fun and games until it came time to actually leave Earth. You'd back out of it fearfully. They'd have to find out a way to get you to follow through.
~One night during dinner, Magenta was paying close attention to you while you ate. At first, she had been staring intently to see if you liked the food, but then it hit her. She was forming a plan in her brain, and Riff Raff could practically see the gears turning in her mind. Why couldn't they take the easy way and put something in your food to keep you quiet for awhile...? Magenta found herself to be amused that they had been planning all this time, when the answer was right in front of them.
~Her eyes slowly drifted to Riff Raff to get his attention. At once, he returned the glance and watched as her eyes flicked to your meal. Riff Raff seemed to get the gist, and was fully on board with the idea when she told him about it later. Of course, they didn't want to cause too much trouble by doing this, who knows what could happen if they used a drug that your body didn't know.
~Before they put their plan into action, they decided to wait long enough for you to not suspect them. While you loved them dearly, you also knew they were...a certain way. You could never fully trust them, and they knew that.
~A couple of months went by.
~Every now and then when you went out, you'd see a person who you thought vaguely resembled Magenta or Riff Raff. Magenta had a better chance at not being spotted by you, as you rarely saw her without makeup and she could simply disguise herself by not wearing it while she was following you from a distance.
~Riff Raff was easier to spot- tall and lanky, recognizable face. He was more careful when he went out of the castle to watch you go about your life.
~They saw everything you did. Everyone you talked to, everything you bought, everywhere you went. They were careful with this, of course. They couldn't be too obvious.
~If by chance you had any sexual relations with anyone, they wouldn't care.
~But the very moment they saw you growing very fond of somebody, fond enough to let them into your heart and to treat them softly with pure love, they wouldn't allow it.
~Jealousy wouldn't be necessary. They wouldn't have a reason to be jealous, because that person would be easily taken care of. They're very confident in their abilities to rid useless people off of the planet.
~The very night they put their plan into action, they made a "special" dinner for you. A new food, and of course, something in the food to make you "sleep" (unconscious).
~You didn't even notice the difference between chicken and the special meat they fed to you, but you did notice their eyes staring at every bite you took, and slowly glancing away when you noticed them looking from the corner of their eyes.
~You also noticed that your lover had suddenly been rather distant- as in, you never heard from them again. You never connected them to the dinner Magenta made for you. You'd never know what you ate, or rather, who you ate.
~Not long after your meal, you began to feel frighteningly dizzy and exhausted.
~Magenta walked you to your room so you could lay down, while Riff Raff was busy taking care of (killing) Columbia, Frank, Rocky, and shooing the three unwelcome humans out of the Castle.
~Meanwhile, Magenta took the time to lay with you and have you to herself while Riff Raff was busy. She stroked your hair, kissed your forehead, treated you like royalty.
~By the time you were unconscious, the Castle had taken off. You woke up confused, disoriented, and with a horrific pounding migraine.
~You also woke up with Magenta's velvet soft tongue between your thighs and Riff Raff's hands caressing your body.
~They halted their actions when they saw you felt unwell, instead taking care of you to stabilize you before you discovered your new surroundings.
~You had an instant freak out, and in response, they watched you in an eerily calm manner, explaining how you'd be happy here. How you'd grow to love it, how you belonged here and not on the planet you were born on amongst all of the boring humans.
Can I request Frank inviting a female reader over for a sleepover, because he’s only ever seen them in the movies and wants to try it?
Aww that’s so cute lol
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“A sleepover?” you blink in surprise, gazing at Frank’s excited face.
“Yes!” he exclaims, scrunching his nose up happily at the mere thought, “I’ve seen them in all over television. They seem just delightful.” His arms loop around your waist, drawing you close to him as he presses a quick kiss to your nose, “Will you indulge me, darling?”
Well, how could you say no to that?
You head home to hastily pack an overnight bag, eager to get back to the castle. Throwing in a couple movies, bags of popcorn, and at last minute you add a boardgame you think Frank would like. You change into your pajamas before heading over, seeing as it’s already late, and make your way back to the castle.
Frank greets you at the front door happily, wearing what you assume is a silk black night shirt and pants. He ushers you in, taking your bag and placing it on the floor between you two as you sit in the main room of his castle. “So,” he begins, sitting in front of you, “What first?”
You reach over to your bag, pulling out the movies you brought and the bags of popcorn. “We could start with these?” you suggest, sliding the movies over to him so he can choose whichever one interests him the most.
“Wonderful idea,” he agrees, quickly picking out the romance movie you had brought, sending you a playful wink. You giggle as you get up to pop the popcorn, making your way to the kitchen as Frank sets up the movie. Grabbing a bowl for the both of you, you linger in the kitchen, watching the bag slowly inflate.
“Darling, it’s all set up, now!” you hear Frank call to you, and quickly pour the popcorn into the bowl and head back to him. He’s snuggled under a fluffy blanket, the TV light being the only thing to illuminate his features. He grins at you, opening the blanket for you to join him in his cocoon. You gladly settle into his lap as he wraps it back around you two, leaving only a small opening for you both to grab the popcorn as you please.
He presses a quick kiss to your neck as he presses play on the movie, sighing contently. Leaning back into him, you smile up at him. You can tell this is going to be a fun night.
