riki (mauss, nishimura, takayama...) ⓘ munch!riki you're needy he is really sweet unprotected sex lots of petnames creampie
skye! after several weeks of writer's block, i finally could make something useful! it was supposed to be a maki fic, but @nichozzystuffs suggested to make it a "riki" fic because it suits them well and here it is <3
the bedroom was a sanctuary of soft fabrics and pastel colors, but right now, you were a trembling mess of need.
you lay sprawled across the mattress, clutching a mountain of plushies to your chest—squishy bears, long cats, and soft bunnies acting as a fluffy barrier between you and the big buffy man hovering over you.
riki looked down at you with those gentle, adoring eyes, a small, patient smile playing on his lips. he could see the way your hips were twitching, the way your breath was coming in shallow needy hitches. you wanted him—you wanted him desperately—but you were too shy to move your hoard of stuffed animals.
“are you feeling a bit impatient, sweetheart?” riki whispered, his voice like velvet.
you let out a small, pathetic whimper, squeezing a large teddy bear tighter against your breasts. “just… just want you, ki,” you gasped, your voice strained with arousal.
riki chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. he didn’t just shove the toys aside; that wouldn’t be his way. he knows how important each one of them are for you. instead, he leaned down, his face inches from the first plushie.
“excuse me, mr. pickles,” riki murmured politely, gently grasping the teddy by its arm. “i’m very sorry to disturb your nap, but i need to get to my girlfriend.” with a careful movement, he set the bear aside on the nightstand.
you let out a shaky breath, your toes curling into the sheets. the sheer politeness of it, contrasted with the hunger you could see simmering in his gaze made your clit throb.
“and you, little whiskers,” he continued, his fingers brushing against the soft fur of the stuffed bunny. “forgive me, but you’re in the way of something really important.” he tucked the bunny neatly at the foot of the bed.
one by one, riki systematically cleared the path. he apologized to every single plushie, his tone sweet and sincere, while his eyes remained locked on yours, darkening with intent. by the time the last plushie was moved, you were completely exposed, your legs draped open and your damp heat radiating into the cool air.
“there we go,” riki whispered, his voice dropping an octave. “now there’s nothing left to stop me.
he didn’t waste another second, sliding down the bed, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips with a sudden, firm possessiveness.
he parted your legs wide, exposing your glistening, swollen folds to the light. you were dripping, your pussy leaking a steady stream of arousal that coated your inner thighs.
“you’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he praised, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “did you miss me that much?”
before you could answer, riki buried his face between your legs. his tongue lashed out in one long, wet stroke, licking from your perineum all the way up to your clit.
you arched your back, a loud, needy moan ripping from your throat. “ki! ngh~~” you sobbed, your fingers digging into the mattress.
he didn’t stop, lapping at you with rhythmic, greedy strokes, his tongue flat and broad as he soaked your pussy in saliva. he focused his attention on your clit, swirling his tongue around the engorged nub, flicking it rapidly until you were shaking. he sucked the small pearl of flesh into his mouth, pulling it with a gentle suction that sent electric shocks straight to your core.
you were completely undone, your hips bucking wildly against his face. riki hummed against you, the vibration of his throat sending fresh waves of pleasure through your nerves. he used his fingers to spread your lips wider, diving in deeper with his tongue, probing the entrance of your tight hole while continuing to tease your clit.
“you’re so sweet, honey,” he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled by your wetness.
he increased the pace, his tongue working in a blur of friction and moisture. he licked you faster and harder, his suction becoming more intense. you felt the pressure building, a tight coil of tension snapping in your gut.
“k-ki… i’m gonna—!”
riki didn’t let up. he used his thumbs to press firmly into your hips, holding you still so he could devour you completely. he sucked your clit one last time, hard and deep, and you exploded. your walls clamped down around nothing, your body shuddering in a violent, toe-curling orgasm that left you gasping for air.
as the waves of pleasure slowly receded, riki didn’t pull away immediately. he lingered, giving you a few more soft, lingering licks to clean up your juices, before looking up at you with a sweet, triumphant and slick smile.
“i hope the plushies don’t mine,” he whispered, kissing your inner thigh. “because i plan on doing that again.”
riki didn’t move from between you legs, his face still glistening with your cream. he looked up at you, his expression a mixture of pure adoration and a hunger that hadn’t been fully sated.
while you were still floating in the afterglow, your breath coming in ragged gasps, he could see the way your thighs were still trembling, the way your pussy was still clenching and leaking.
“you’re so beautiful when you’re cumming, sweetheart,” he said, voice thick.
he didn’t give you time to recover, shifting his weight and sliding his body up to yours until he was hovering over you, his chest brushing against your sensitive nipples. he captured your lips in a deep, slow kiss, his tongue dancing with yours while his hand slid down to find your clit again.
the moment his fingers touched your swollen nub, you let out a sharp, needy cry. your arms flying to his shoulders so you could sink your nails into the flesh. you were hypersensitive, every touch feeling like a bolt of electricity.
riki noticed the reaction and chuckled, his thumb beginning to circle your clit in a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm.
“still so needy, baby,” he murmured against your lips. “think we need to make sure you’re completely spent, sweetheart.”
he shifted again, guiding his hard cock to the entrance of your soaking wet hole. he didn’t plunge in immediately, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit and the opening of your pussy, smearing your juices across his length. you arched your back, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.
“please, ki… now… need you now,” you whimpered, voice breaking.
with a soft, loving smile and a peck to your lips, he pushed inside. he entered you in one slow, steady glide, filling you completely. you let out a long, shaky moan, your internal muscles clamping tightly around his girth. he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the fullness, his forehead resting against yours.
“feel so tight… so warm,” he groaned, his composure finally cracking.
he began to move, starting with shallow, teasing thrusts that barely penetrated, just enough to friction against your most sensitive spots. each time he pulled back, you whimpered, begging for more. then, he drove deep, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the quiet room.
the friction was intense. riki focused on the angle, tilting his hips so that with every thrust, he was grinding his pubic bone directly against your clit. the combination of the internal stretching and the external pressure was overwhelming. you were clawing at his back, your nails digging into his skin as you chased the peak.
“that’s it, baby… take it all, it’s yours,” riki encouraged, his voice a low growl. he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and more rhythmic. he was no longer the polite boy who apologized to your plushies; he was a man possessed by the need to make you scream.
you felt the tension building again, faster and more violently than before. your vision began to blur, and the only thing in the world was the feeling of riki filling you and the friction of his skin against yours. you were on the precipice, your breath hitching in your throat.
“ki… again…”
“cum for me, sweetheart. give it all to me, yeah?” he urged, his voice strained.
he delivered three final, devastatingly deep thrusts, bottoming out inside you and griding his weight firmly agaisnt your clit. the trigger was enough. you exploded in a violent, crashing orgasm that felt like a tidal wave.
your walls pulsed and squeezed his cock in rhythmic spasms, your entire body shaking with the intensity of the release.
riki let out a guttural groan, his own climax triggered by the tight grip of your orgasm. he thrust one time, burying himself as deep as possible, and let out a loud moan as he came, filling you with hot, thick spurts of cum.
he collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy and synchronized with yours. he stayed buried inside you, savoring the feeling of your muscles slowly relaxing around him.
i'm sorry my babygirls, your mommy had been busy (and her creativity is on vacations) :(
i'm afraid i lost motivation to write too. i mean, i'm still into some groups, but only listening to their songs and just that. adulthood hit me like a train and honestly idk what to do. i'm looking for another job, one that really makes me happy, i'm trying to write a book, i have a project with my friends, but still it seems like there's something missing.
i'm literally drained.
idk if this is a hiatus announcement, i think you noticed i haven't been on tumblr that often. i'll still try my best to write something (since it's the hobby that brings me more joy), but no promises. i'll also search in my drafts bc i've written some remaining requests ^_^
that's it, babes. sorry for disappearing so suddenly :(
SFDGSFHGTDYFH LMAO OK that's totally fair about the armpits let's pretend i never mentioned it i'm shy 🤣 can i have something with body worship and yushi instead? giving receiving both idc whatever you want!!!! i just need that man oh god especially now that he finally has dark hair again!!!!!!
aaand here it is anon! sorry for the waiting and thank you so much for your request <3 hope you enjoy ittt
tokuno yushi ⓘ sub!yushi (?), he's whiny and sweet, worshipping, blowjob, rimming, cum eating
skye! this one was cute, thanks anon <3 i could see yushi in all that ughhh i want a whimpery ushi all to myself :(
the room was bathed in a soft, amber glow, the air thick with a heavy, expectant silence that seemed to vibrate between you and yushi. he sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slightly hunched, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of his sheets.
yushi had always been a creature of quiet modesty, a man who blushed at the slightest compliment, but there was a hunger in his eyes that betrayed his shy demeanour—a desperate, silent longing to be seen, touched and utterly adored.
“you want it?” you whispered, your voice a low vibration tht made him shiver.
yushi nodded slowly, his gaze flickering up to yours before darting away, a deep crimson flush creeping up his neck and staining his cheeks.
“yes… please, dear,” he breathed, the request barely audible, yet laced with a vulnerability that made your chest tighten.
you began slowly, wanting to savour every inch of him.
you knelt between his legs, your presence a grounding force that seemed to center him even as he trembled. you started with his hands, taking one of his slender fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before sucking it deep into the warmth of your throat.
yushi let our a sharp, hitching gasp, his back arching slightly. he tried to pull his hand away out of instinct, but ended up pressing his palm firmer against your cheek, a soft moan escaping his lips.
“you’re so beautiful, ushi,” you murmured against his skin.
the compliment made him whimper, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensation. you moved your lips upward, kissing the sensitive skin of his wrist, then the inner crook of his elbow, leaving a trail of searing heat. every time you paused to admire a particular curve of his muscle or the softness of his skin, yushi would let out a small, shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut.
he was overwhelmed, his senses flooded by the sheer intensity of your focus on him.
as you moved higher, your hands slid beneath his shirt, palms grazing the smooth expanse of his stomach. he jumped slightly at the contact, a small sound of surprise leaving his throat, but he didn’t pull away. instead, he leaned into your touch, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. you traced the line of his ribs, your fingertips dancing over his skin, worshipping the lean strength of his torso.
“look at me, yu,” you commanded softly.
he opened his eyes, his pupils blown wide with arousal, his gaze hazy and unfocused. you reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside to reveal his chest. he instinctively tried to cover himself, his arms crossing over his torso in a gesture of modesty, but you gently pried his hands away, pinning them to the bed beside him.
“nuh uh, don’t hide,” you whispered. “i wanna see all of you.”
yushi let out a broken sob of pleasure, his chest heaving. you leaned in, your tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate line from his navel up to his chest.
he bucked beneath you, his hips twitching instinctively. you spent an eternity there, sucking on his nipples, teasing the sensitive peaks with your teeth until he was sobbing your name, his shy facade completely shattered by the onslaught of pleasure.
your hands wandered lower, sliding into his waistband to free his cock. it sprang forward, hard and leaking a bead of precum at the tip. yushi groaned, his face burying itself in the pillow to muffle his cries, his entire body shaking.
you didn’t rush, treating him like a deity, your hands cupping his balls, your thumb rubbing the sensitive underside of his shaft.
you leaned down, your lips brushing against the head of his cock. yushi let out a strangled cry, his fingers gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the rim before sliding deep, engulfing him. the sensation was overwhelming for him. he had never been the center of such raw, unadultered desire.
he began to thrust upward, his movements clumsy and desperate, his breath coming in loud, jagged gasps. “please… more… dear—i can’t… oh god,” he whimpered, voice cracking.
you looked up at him while still holding him in your mouth, your eyes locking onto his. the sight of him—flushed, trembling and completely undone by your worship—only fueled your hunger. you increased the pace, your suction tightening, your tongue working tirelessly to drive him toward the edge.
but instead of letting him snap, you pulled back just as he began to peak, leaving him gasping and desperate, his cock twitching violently in the open air. yushi let out a strangled, needy whine, his hips jerking forward instinctively to find the warmth of your mouth again.
“please…” he whimpered, his voice a broken thread. “don’t stop… please, i need it… dear.”
you chuckled low in your throat, the sound vibrating agaisnt his thigh. you didn’t give him the release he craved, instead, you shifted your focus. you slid down further, your tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin of his perineum, then moving further back to the tight, puckered entrance of his ass.
yushi let out a sharp, high-pitched cry, his back arching off the bed as he felt your tongue swirl around his hole.
he had never been touched there before, and the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to his brain. he tried to shyly press his thighs together, to prevent you from going further, but you firmly pried them wide, pinning his knees back toward his chest to expose him completely. you stared at the delicate, pink flesh of his rear, worshipping the sight before diving back in.
you used your tongue to probe the entrance, licking in deep, rhythmic strokes that made your boyfriend sob. he was completely exposed, his shy nature warring with the primal need for ore. he began to thrash his head from side to side on the pilow, his fingers digging into the mattress as you sucked on his hole, your tongue mimicking the motion of a cock.
“p-princess… it feels… too much… i can’t…” he wailed, his voice echoing in the quiet room.
while your tongue continued to ravage his ass, you reached up with one hand to grip his cock, pumping it in a fast, tight rhythm. the dual stimulation was too much for his fragile composure. yushi was a mess of contradictions—his face was buried in the sheets, trying to hide his shame, while his body was bucking wildly, begging for the friction.
you slid your tongue deep into his ass one last time then moved back to sitmulate his cock, sucking the head into your mouth. the combination of the internal pressure and the intense suction on his glans snapped something inside him.
yushi’s entire body went rigid. a loud, guttural scream ripped from his throat as he finally erupted. thick, hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth, splashing against your cheeks and chin, while his internal muscles clamped down hard around your tongue. he shuddered violently, his toes curling, his breath hitching in a series of jagged, sobbing gasps as the orgasm tore through him in waves.
you didn’t let go until the very last drop had left him. as he slowly slumped back into the mattress, completely drained and trembling, you spent a few more moments licking the remaining cum from his shaft and the lingering moisture from his ass, ensuring every single part of him felt adored.
yushi lay there, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed and unfocused. he looked utterly ruined, his skin a deep, mottled red from head to toe. he tried to pull a sheet over himself, a flicker of his usual shyness returning, but he was too exhausted to move his arms more than an inch. he just looked at you, his lips parted, a look of pure, blissful submission etched onto his face.
murata fuma ⓘ tattoo artist!fuma, tatted fuma!, highly suggestive, dirty talk, fuma is lwk a perv
skye! i'm going through some things now and that's why things might seem off for a while... you know how much i love making layouts and decorating my profile and all, but i just can't now :( i have some things written (and things i forgot to post earlier like this one) so you'll still have content for a while!
the dim glow of the tattoo studio’s neon sign filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting a hypnotic haze over the room. you’re reclined on the leather chair, your button-up shirt opened, exposing your torso, the skin untouched like a blank canvas, waiting for fuma’s needle. no bra today for better access, you told him with a sly smile earlier, and he nodded, dark eyes already glazing over with that intense focus mixed with something hungrier.
the air hums with the low buzz of the tattoo machine, a rhythmic pulse that syncs with your quickening heartbeat.
fuma leans in close, his breath warm against your side as he adjusts the stencil one last time. his fingers, calloused from years of gripping needles and inks, trace the outline lightly, sending a shiver up your spine.
“perfect placement, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, like velvet dragged over gravel.
oh and he’s shirtless too, in this heat, his own tattoos rippling across his broad chest and arms—ornaments and pokémons coiling around his biceps that flex as he preps the machine. you can smell him: ink, clean sweat, and that faint cologne that always makes your stomach twist.
the needle bites first at the edge of the design, a sharp sting that makes you gasp and grip the armrests.
fuma’s free hand is there instantly, sliding up your ribcage, his gloved thumb brushing the swell of your breast just enough to tease without crossing the line.
“shh, baby,” he whispers, masked lips hovering near your ear, his words a soft exhale that distracts more than soothes. “breathe through it. you’re doing so good for me.” his touch lingers, palm flattening against your skin, warm and steady, as if anchoring you while the machine whirs on.
he pulls back slightly to wipe away the excess ink, his eyes locked on your chest, pupils dilated like he’s entranced by the canvas of your body. the way your breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples hardening in the cool air—it’s pulling him under, you can see it in the subtle hitch of his jaw, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
but his hand doesn’t falter; the needle dances with precision, etching delicate lines that curve just beneath the curve of your breast, framing it like an invitation.
another pass of the needle, deeper this time, and the pain flares hot. you whimper, arching slightly, and fuma’s fingers curl possessively around your side, dipping lower to caress the dip of your waist.
“that’s my girl,” he breathes, voice dropping to a husky timbre that vibrates through you. “taking it like you were made for this. fuck you look so damn edible right now.” not sweet, that one—raw and edged with lust, his words painting pictures in your mind of what he’ll do once the gun is set aside.
his thumb circles lazily over your skin, inching upward to ghost the underside of your breast, a feather-light touch that sends sparks straight to your core.
the studio feels smaller now, the world narrowing to the heat between you, the steady drone of te machine a hypnotic backdrop.
fuma’s focused, excellent as always—his lines are flawless, the shading building in smooth gradients that will heal into something breathtaking. but his gaze keeps flicking up to meet yours, dark and stormy, like he’s fighting demons, fighting the urge to abandon the tattoo altogether.
he leans in again, wiping the area with a cool cloth, and his masked lips brush your collarbone in what could pass for an accidental kiss. “you’re distracting me, you know that?” he whispers, sweet this time, laced with affection. “all this bare skin… makes me want to mark you in other ways.”
pain spike as he hits a sensitive spot, the needle tracing the inner curve, and you bite your lip to stifle a cry. fuma notices, of course—his hand slides higher, cupping the side of your breast fully now, squeezing gently to pull your attention.
“eyes on me,” he commands softly, not-so-sweet authority threading his tone. “let me take care of you. imagine how it’ll feel when i’m done—my art on you forever.” his fingers knead the flesh, thumb flicking perilously close to your nipple, which pebbles under the indirect attention. the caress is deliberate, distracting, turning the sting into a throb that echoes lower, between your thighs.
he pauses to reload the machine with black ink, his body pressing closer in the confined space, the hard line of his thigh against yours. you can feel the tension in him, the way his cock twitches in his jeans, straining against the fabric as he steals glances at your exposed chest.
hypnotized, yeah—that’s the word. but he doesn’t stop; the needle resumes its work, filling in the delicate filigree that swirls like vines hungry to climb higher.
“god, i love how you trust me with this,” he says, voice tender now, whispering against your skin as his lips graze your shoulder. “my hands on you, making you mine in ink and touch.”
the pain builds in waves, each buzz a reminder of vulnerability, but fuma’s there, countering it with strokes that roam—down your side, over your hip, then back up to tease the edge of the tattoo.
“breathe, love,” he coos sweetly, but then his whisper turn wicked: “or don’t. i like hearing you moan like that. makes me hard just thinking about bending you over this chair later.” his free hand dips briefly to your inner thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there, a promise of more explicit distractions to come.
the air thickens with suggestion, your body responding despite—or because of—the bite of the needle.
minutes stretch into an eternity of sensation: the precise pricks etching permanence, his caresses mapping your curves like he owns them, whispers weaving a spell of sweet devotion and filthy intent.
“so beautiful,” he murmurs, genuine warmth in his eyes as he outlines the final flourish. “so strong, letting me do this. can’t wait to trace you with my tongue tonight.” then, darker: “and fuck, if you squirm any more, i might have to pin you down right here.” his fingers trail upward again, brushing your nipple this time—direct, electric—drawing a gasp that’s half pin, half pleasure.
finally, your boyfriend sets the machine aside, the sudden silence deafening. fuma’s hands linger, one still cupping your breast, the other wiping the fresh tattoo clean with careful swipes.
he’s breathing heavier now, gaze devouring the red, inked skin beneath your curves. “all done,” he says, voice rough wth restraint. “you were perfect.” but the way he leans in, lips hovering over your left breast, suggests the real tattooing—the one with his mouth and body—is just the beginning.
Hi Riku, I hope I'm not bothering you. I just saw your post titled "who in &team is most likely to have a tit obsession with let's say slightly bigger than average reader's tits" and I really liked it. Could I ask the same question, but with smaller tits? Tysm 🩶
yuma is all about the visual and the "line" of a body. he has a very refined, almost artistic eye, and he would absolutely adore the sleek, elegant silhouette that comes with small breasts. for him, it’s about the grace of the form. he’d love how a simple oversized shirt hangs off your frame or how a tight crop top emphasizes your ribs and the slight curve of your chest. in bed, he’d be obsessed with the way your breasts fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. he’d spend an eternity licking and sucking on your nipples, treating them like precious gems because they are so prominent and accessible.
euijoo is softer and more affectionate, and for him, small breasts would be about the "cuddliness" factor. he’d love the feeling of you curling up against him, your small chest fitting snugly against his torso. it feels more intimate and delicate to him. he would be the type to gently massage your breasts with a soft touch, admiring how petite you are. his approach would be more about the tenderness, though he’d still be completely captivated by the sight of your small, firm peaks hardening under his gaze.
fuma is disciplined and attentive. he would appreciate the practicality and the "fit" of a smaller chest. he’d love the way your body feels streamlined under his hands when he’s pinning you down. there’s something about the firmness of small breasts that he would find incredibly stimulating. he’d likely be the one to experiment with different positions to see exactly how your chest reacts to gravity, enjoying the way they shift slightly as he fucks you from behind or pulls you on top of him.
im sorry but you will NEVER convince me that fics w dead dove / rape / pedophilia / incest etc is normal or in tandem w personal preference. it is very clearly fetish content that perverts within fandoms use to justify their degeneracy bc tell me why there r rapist!character headcanons???? like these people are obv making this content for weirdos to jerk off to and it kills me that this is so normalized within fandoms bc its “just content”, it’s always deeper than that and you’re just using fiction as an outlet so you don’t go to jail, you all should be put on a list
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