tatsuomi loooooves to record while he fucks you from the back, his phone gallery nearly overloaded with videos and pictures.
"hah, shit, can't wait to use this later." tatsuomi growls, fingers bruising your hip and hand trembling subtly over the phone. your pussy is pure heaven around him, fluttering and squeezing, begging him to fill it up — his balls are already twitching, nearly every sense stimulated by you.
every single slide of his cock is met with little resistance, your pussy completely stretched and sloppy from the way he's fucked it open; your fingers are tangled in the sheets above your head and your body practically liquified, brain reduced to goo from his dick.
"look so good, baby. so good f'the camera." tatsuomi coos, cock kicking up against your walls from the sight.
there's just something about watching your slick glisten on his dick straight from his phone screen. something about the microphone catching every single lewd moan n' whimper you release n' every slick squelch n' slurp of your pussy that just works him up.
"fuck, jus' look a'that." tatsuomi groans, eyes fixed to the creamy ring sitting snug at the base of his thick cock. "yer pussy's cryin' baby."
just how tatsuomi likes it; wet n' sloppy — just a few more minutes of fucking your lil cunt and tatsuomi will bust inside, zooming in on your stretched pussy as he creams it full.
then he'll pull out slowly just so he can watch his cum drool out through your twitching slit and plop onto the sheets below — a near perfect copy of every video before it.
tatsuomi never knows when he'll have to spend a prolonged period of time from you — so he needed his favorite jack-off material, see.
where’s all the gkrk hoes at pspspsppspspspspspspps.
hello! could u write yomi pleaseee smut or anything I just need that man 😭 thanks and love your fics JSJDJS
note; girl you put ‘yomi’ and ‘smut’ in the same sentence… i fear there’s only one option here. but thank you so much lovely, your words are so so kind and made me giggle like a school girl! <3 thank you for the yummy req too 💋💋
warnings; 18+ content, unprotected p in v, possessive!yomi, sorta mean!yomi, inter species(ish) (human + maga so yeah), big dick!yomi, subtle d/s undertones, language/dirty talk, pet names, use of ‘whore’, very small spit kink, rough sex, short drabble, not proof’d.
“oh, dove, look at you,” yomi coos as his hips slap roughly into yours, cock beating your cervix straight into your stomach. “you look so fucked out.”
you can only produce whimpers and moans as yomi fucks every ounce of coherency out of your brain — everything is so hot and sloppy, your pussy drooling around his thick cock and fluttering with every drag n’ slide of it; he’s filling you up so good, better than anyone ever has.
“you’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” yomi tuts, thumb and forefinger gripping your chin. he tilts your face until your lidded eyes are gazing into his. “human cock could never satisfy someone like you, could it?”
you couldn’t fully decipher what he was saying, mind too fogged up and body too liquified, nearly bursting with pleasure. yomi chuckles and fucks harder, faster, dragging a whiny yelp from your throat. he’s brutalizing you, and it feels so good.
“yoooomi,” you manage to croak out, thighs clenched and ankles locked around his waist — he’s so deep, cock slamming into every sweet spot, fuck, you could feel it building. “‘s so goooood.”
“i know it is,” yomi growls, cock kicking up against your pussy walls. “you’re suckin’ me in like some sort of whore. is that what you are? are you a whore f’me?”
you can’t help but nod mindlessly, satisfying his sudden rip of possessiveness — anything to keep him fucking you, to feel that cock wreck your insides. that thick, long, hot cock that you could feel for days after it’s been inside you.
“you are. my perfect little human whore.” yomi groans, hips stuttering subtly and cock throbbing inside you. your skull melts into the pillow beneath you, drool sliding from your mouth and cooling against your heated skin.
yomi uses the leverage to press his thumb into your mouth, pressing your tongue down as he snarls, “keep your mouth open.”
and you do, releasing the most lewd moan when yomi spits into it, your throat flexing as you swallow it down. yomi groans and his cock kicks up again, so turned on by the sight of you submitting to him completely.
“fuck, gon’a ruin you, dove.” yomi promises as he fucks harder, wet squelches resonating from your used pussy and filling the room with the symphony of filthy, rough sex.
yomi doesn’t even realize that he’s already ruined you — that you could never again be satisfied by anyone other than him.
yoru gets so absolutely pussydrunk that it’s adorable, and overwhelming at the same time.
he can’t really control himself, inhuman strength on full display in how he grips your hips and slams your ass back into his pelvis, burying his cock deep inside your cunt at a rapid pace.
“‘s so good,” yoru whines, hair a sticky mess and body trembling. his cock is hard as a rock inside you, undoubtedly leaking pearly pre into your cervix. “grips m’dick so goooood, i love it, hah, fuck, let me fuck it foreveeeer—”
your own moans mix with his, body liquified by his rough treatment, cervix kissed over and over again by his cockhead. he’s so deep, beating your breath from your lungs and abusing your sloppy cunt in the most delicious way.
“yoooruuu,” you drone out dumbly, lewdly, drool slipping from your lips. your eyes are rolling back, gut churning and pussy clenching, orgasm dancing just beneath your skin.
“mm, so pretty, love it when you say my name,” yoru pants, cock kicking up against your sweet spot and shooting euphoria through your veins. “say it again. say it while i fuck you, please. turns me on s’much!”
and you can’t control it — his name falls like a mantra from your lips, spurring him to fuck you harder, faster, rougher, his mind melting from the grip of your velvet walls. slaps and squelches resound around the room as yoru brutalizes your insides, your pussy drooling around his cock and brain going dumb.
it always feels the best when yoru gets like this, so entranced and pleasured by your pussy that he can’t help but give into his carnal side — but it’s a curse wrapped up as a tempting blessing, because once yoru starts, there’s no stopping him.
“fuck, don’t — don’t black out, okay? wa-wanna keep goin’, wanna fuck your pussy fore’er, baby.”
just a quick yoru thirst because your girl is dehydrated 🧍♀️
I’m so glad gokurakugai is getting writers it’s so underrated! Please could you do an Alma thirst (if you don’t mind) where he just worships the reader in the bedroom? Like a service Alma😄
Thank you!
note: girl YES??? i stan service!alma til the day i drop!! i also 100% agree about how underrated gokurakugai is, like, it’s such an interesting manga and the characters are all so hot??? what’s not to love?? thank you so much for your req pookie, i hope i ate it up!
warnings: fem!reader, fingering, service!alma, dirty talk + praise, talking you through it, pet names (baby girl, ma), lots of whining/whimpering, writer describes sloppy shit more than she should, not really proof’d. (first time writing for alma pls forgive if it sucks.)
“wow, hah, you’re so beautiful.”
alma’s voice is breathy, reverent, blue eyes glued to your face as his fingers piston wetly into your sloppy cunt.
your bottom lip is swollen and tender from your teeth, throat sore from swallowing down your moans. his fingers feel so good, rubbing against every sensitive spot in your walls.
“don’t hold back your voice, baby girl. please.” alma pants, a thick thumb coming up to rub against your swollen clit. “let me know you feel good, yeah?”
your entire body trembles beneath his attention — you’re not sure how much longer you can handle those crystalline eyes devouring your every movement, or those thick fingers plunging into your cunt. it’s a tease, a mere phantom of what you know alma’s cock can offer you.
“al,” you whine, eyes cinching shut. “please, need you.”
“shh, baby.” alma coos, leaning down to nuzzle his lips against yours. not quite a kiss, merely a means to close the gap between your bodies.
“there’s no need to rush, y’know.” alma murmurs, fingers slowing to a languid pump inside your cunt. you can hear how wet you are, hear the slick squelches every time he curls his fingers into that sweet spot. it’s embarrassing and arousing.
“let me make you feel good, ‘kay? you deserve this.” alma whispers, finally sealing his lips against yours. they’re plump and warm, twisting with yours in a familiar dance.
you can’t help but release moans and whimpers into his mouth, and alma sucks them down almost greedily whilst pushing his own groans into your throat.
his fingers speed up, and he replaces his thumb with the flat of his palm, heated flesh rubbing against your clit with every plunge inside your cunt.
“fuck,” you whine out as your back arches, white hot pleasure burning through your entire body, more electrifying than you thought possible. “alma, more. please, wan’a cum—”
“i’ve got you, baby girl.” alma pants, lips crushing against yours and silencing you. it’s building inside your gut, tight and intense, every wet slide of his fingers pulling the coil tighter and tighter.
your moans and whimpers crescendo whilst your hips start bucking back into alma’s hand, chasing the orgasm floating just beneath your skin — it feels so fucking good, his palm rubbing over your clit and thick fingers filling you up over and over.
and when alma prods at your entrance with a third finger, your cunt drools in anticipation. the initial slide is uncomfortable, but as alma fucks you open with all three, you’re so pleasantly stretched that your head is fogging up and your walls are fluttering.
“fuuuuck, please, ‘m close.” you whine, gut hot and so, so tight — so close to bursting.
“god, yeah, do it on m’fingers, baby girl. c’mon, ma, you can do it. cum f’me.” alma groans, fingers pistoning even faster, fuck, it’s too much — your clit is throbbing, sloppy walls fucked up by his fingers, so close, just a little more —
“comin’—!” you gasp, quickly devolving into a shaking mess as your gut snaps, waves of pleasure crashing over you. your cunt clenches and throbs in time with the waves, sucking in alma’s fingers and coating his hand in sticky slick.
“good girl, fuck, yeah, you’re so beautiful — i gotcha, yeah, just keep comin’ f’me.”
alma’s fingers are pumping in and out wetly, caressing your walls while his palm abuses your throbbing clit — it’s too much, you’re too sensitive now that your orgasm is receding to mere aftershocks.
“no m-more, al.” you whine breathlessly, cunt drooling and twitching, hips shaking and lungs quaking. alma hums and presses his lips against yours as he pulls his fingers out slowly, mindful of your quivering, overstimulated body.
“was that good?” alma whispers against your lips after a few seconds, and all you can really do is nod, body liquified and brain too soft. alma smiles and pulls away just a few inches to meet your lidded eyes.
his pupils are blown, blue swallowed almost entirely by black, and your gut stirs when he presses close to you and you can feel the bulge of his thick cock straining through his pants.
“when you calm down i can put it in, yeah? i promise i’ll be gentle, ma,” alma husks, desperately humping against the soft flesh of your thigh. “pinky promise i will.”
and you can’t really say no to him — not when you want his cock just as bad.
cw: cursing, making out, suggestive at the end, mdni. not proofread
living in the city of gokurakugai, you are no stranger to the noisy hustle and bustle of the city, especially during the festive season.
despite the bitter december coldness in the air, you are sweating. your parka coat is clinging to you as you dodge and weave your way through the crowd of people attending the christmas markets, the smell of churros making your stomach growl.
mariah carey’s ‘all i want for christmas is you’ is playing loud through the communal speaker. is this the seventh time you’ve heard this today? eighth? who knows.
all you do know is that you’re desperate to get home. you’ve just escaped your 8 hour shift, you’re tired, hangry and quite simply fed up. you love christmas - but commuting to and from work during the festive period is stressful.
you’re able to breathe once you manage to catch your train from the business district to the residential. your apartment building is only a 5 minute walk from the station. nap or dinner first?
as you ascend the stairs to your second floor apartment, you remover your headphones to be met with music, loud christmas music. and a male voice (albeit tone deaf) singing along with the words.
“YOU’RE ALL THAT I NEED - ah, shit - UNDERNEATH THE TREEEEE”
you sigh in disbelief. it’s coming from your apartment. and you know exactly who it is - your eccentric best friend, alma.
you see him as soon as you enter your front door, thanks to the open plan layout of your apartment. he’s in the living room, still oblivious to your presence, shaking his ass age dancing around a tree to the kelly clarkson christmas song, placing random baubles on the trees branches.
“and where did you get that from?” you shout over the music, pointing at the large tree that alma had erected and decorated without asking.
alma whips around, throwing his body in your direction. “y/n! welcome home!” he excitedly shouts. you happily inhale the scent of his cologne and wrap your arms around his midsection as he engulfs you in a hug.
“thank you,al,” you say with sincerity in response to your friend. sure he was a bit much at times, but all he ever wants to do is make you happy and it shows. you always appreciate him.
“so.. ms tao and i got you this christmas tree, since you never have one, and then i got you all these decorations - and then i got excited to put it up since it’s the 1st now, but then when i got here you weren’t here so i figured you were workin’, so i thought i’d put it up for you and OH - i ordered takeout if you’re hungry..”
you smile at the redhead’s excited babbles. he’d always gotten so happy at christmas time, since you were kids.
alma’s quick yapping was quickly silenced as you lean up on your tiptoes and pressed a quick peck to his cheek. his bright aqua eyes widen, his cheeks quickly blushing into a shade of red not from from his hair colour. he was adorable when he was flustered.
“thanks, al. i appreciate you. plus i’m starving. let me look at this tree first, huh?” you press, smiling up at his visibly nervous face.
“oh, right! yeah - the tree! come here and i’ll show you!” he links his arm with yours with a quick “m’lady” before guiding you to the large (and granted) beautifully decorated tree.
“it’s gorgeous, al! i love it!” you gushed.
“iloveyou.” alma blurts out, cheeks still pink and eyes looking anywhere but your face.
did you hear that right?
“hmm? what did you say al? sorry i can’t hear you properly over this music.”
“i said i love it too!” he tells you, flashing you his signature big smile.
“oh…” what’s this pang in your chest? disappointment? what exactly were you hoping for there? you turn back to the tree to examine it a little more before you eat dinner.
“ah… fuck it.” alma mutters under his breath, pulling his little plan out of his pocket before approaching you from behind. his heart is racing, it’s getting hot in here, he’s so nervous he feels sick. it’s now or never.
he holds his left hand high above your head, and taps on your shoulder with his right hand.
“hey, y/n.” there’s a slight shaky nervousness in his usually confident tone. “look up.”
you turn to face him, first looking at his face in confusion. he gulps at your delay, his own eyes flicking up to his left hand, then back to you.
you follow his hints, looking up to where his arm towers above your head. and then you see it.
mistletoe.
you gasp slightly and alma immediately starts flapping.
“okay so this idea seemed a lot better in my head y/n but i was thinking, because i love christmas and you love christmas, and i love you - that this would be a good time to tell you but i didn’t know how to tell you so i figured that-”
“oh my god, al, shut up.” you grab him by the neck of his hoodie and pull him down to your level, crashing your lips onto his.
he inhales sharply, initially with shock, before his hands find your jaw and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, lightly groaning into your mouth before you both pull away, alma’s hands still grounded to their places on either side of your jaw.
alma presses a kiss to the end of your nose before resting his forehead on yours. “doessss this mean that you’re mine now?” he questions, hopefulness evident in his voice.
“let’s be honest, al. i always have been, right?”
he laughs before kissing you deeply again, picking you up so that your face is level with his height, legs automatically wrapping around his hips.
“i know that. but we can be official now, yeah? no more of this best friend shit, you’re my girl, hm?”
your heart melts.
“sure thing, boyfriend.” you confirm.
a growl emits from alma’s throat before he crashes his lips onto yours again, walking in a random direction until your back is flush against the wall.
you’re in for a long night with your boyfriend, alma.
