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Guys I’m writting a Guriten Fanfic Corpse Bride AU
THEYRE SO PRECIOUS OH MY GOD
What sort of expression am I making right now?
MY BOYS
Can u draw tenma and grimmer? (I’m freaking obsessed with them)
took me a while but here you have!
He’s so cute nnngh and pretty I want to get him pregnant
chipping away at the lines for this comic and while I can't share larger panel's here's a Tenma face I really like~
The most real post I’ve read in a while
oh my fucking gosh i need that giant man and his giant nose in my life pleaseseseeeesessee
I literally have no words Oh MY GOD
He had so much to say
He deserved to LIVE
I have finally managed to translate Grimmers note from Another Monster! Now this translation may not be accurate, but I will leave the German version below it incase you want to try to make a better translation! I do not mind if people ask me to try and translate other things from Monster that are written in German.
(I know the poll is still going but i decided to post it early)
CW for explicit topics!! ヾ(￣□￣;)ﾉ
English version Culture In the East Crushed by the West -Materialism -- The West is Flourishing-- The World Is a Utopia - physical Work Is less - Five-day week - The entertainment industry is on the rise - Free time is important - Free love - A pleasure-oriented life. Leisure is the most important value in life. Fear of free time is increasing. Hedonism as a compulsion. Compulsive sex without love. As an individual, you no longer achieve anything. A generation that kills time. Self-hatred. Boredom. Self-denial. Self-discovery Crimes out of boredom - murder = through lust = serial murders already in the 60s there has been an increasing violence The tendency is suspected. Horrible insight! In the West, more and more murders from lust - murderers by lust debunked - brainwashing - murder with the aim of lust - good Camouflage - the perfect crime executed.
German version
Kultur Im Osten vom Westen Niedergeschlagen -Materialismus -- Der Westen Blüht-- Die Welt Ist eine Utopie - Körperliche Arbeit weniger - Fünftageswoche - Unterhaltungsindustrie im Vormarsch - Freizeit wichtig - Freie Liebe - Lustbetontes leben. Freizeit wichtigster Stellenwert im Leben. Angst vor Freizeit nimmt zu. Hedonismus als Zwang. Zwanghafter Sex ohne Liebe. Als Einzelner bewirkt man nichts mehr. Generation, die die Zeit totschlägt. Selbsthaß. Langeweile. Selbstverneinung. Selbstentdeckung Verbrechen aus Langeweile - Mord = durch Wollust = Serienmorde ß hat schon in den 60er Jahren eine zunehmende Gewalt Tendenz vermutet. Grauenhafte Einsicht!
Im Westen zunehmend Morde aus Wollust - Mörder durch Wollust entlarvt - Gehirnwäsche - Mord mit Ziel der Wollust - gute Tarnung - perfekte Verbrechen ausgeführt.
MY LEGS ARE GOING 🤸🏼♀️
tags. masturbation, mirror sex, cum swallowing, healing from SA (not explicitly mentioned), wholesome sex, your f/o being the most understanding person to ever exist in this cruel world
whenever you are striken with nightmares of your past, way before you were blessed with his gentle love and presence, you wake up in cold sweat, with sheer repulsion over being touched.
fortunately, your man never took it personally. in fact he's the one to remind you that it's okay, it's valid, and his girl is so strong for being able to survive everything she's been through. sometimes it takes you months without having sex; most of the time you pity him as physical intimacy is his love language, but his encouragements makes you survive the hell of it. gradually, with time and love, you manage come back to your usual self.
"what a strong lady you are," he assures you all the time.
however, you're not the only one being strong here—you affirmed that much when you woke up in the middle of the night and noticed him breathing heavily.
his hands are clasped to yours, and you can hear him moan your name repeatedly. you thought he was sick at first, but quickly noticed the synchronized up and down movements marking the blanket.
he is touching himself.
you're not even hugging each other—it seems like he scooted you away from him before starting the act—all he settles for while pleasuring himself is holding your hand.
that consideration, toppled with your yearning to be touched again, is more than enough to rekindle your arousal and initiative.
you immediately scoot on top of him; he squirms in surprise, but your quick command comes to him, "continue touching yourself, my love."
he takes a while to process the situation, with a shy ask he averts his gaze away, "are you sure?"
"please?" you whisper, then pepper his face with wet kisses. your lips then slide to his ear; you give it a smooth lick before begging yet again, "let me hear you, darling."
it doesn't help him hold back, not at all, because you know his ears are pretty sensitive. in fact you only take advantage of it when you really want him to do something.
"y-yes—hah—yes, my love," he babbles, the jerking of his hand starts to produce a slick noise; perhaps his pre-lubricated dick helped on that. you continue kissing him while on it; moans escape as you feel him sucking on your lower lip.
"you'd let me taste, wouldn't you?" you whisper after sucking on his ear.
"d-do you—ah—do you want to—"
"i wouldn't ask if i don't."
and so, as languid as ever, you slide your hands down below and join his hand in bobbing up and down his dick. he whimpers, and somehow, the sight of your composed, level-headed man whimpering helplessly underneath you exudes blissful shudders. oh, to be loved by him. to be foolishly and utterly loved by someone like him.
"just want—oh fuck—just want to make sure," indeed, because after your assurance, he grips a fistful of your hair and then guides you down to his slick erection. the gentleness of his hold says a lot about how your moment below him would go. it is, after all, the least that he could do to compensate for how hard he's about claim your mouth. he couldn't control himself anymore. and he knows you want him to lose control. he, who has always been the epitome of control, could not embody such pride when faced with matters concerning your desires. if you'd ask him to die he'd be willing to do so then and there.
his girth filled your mouth; your eyes widen, and tears build up on the tip of your eyes as soon as he arches his back. he doesn't last long, much to your pleasure, because after five hard thrusts he immediately spurts his cum deep down your throat. even after he let it all out, he did not let go of your head. he trapped your mouth in his confines, ensuring you wouldn't waste a single drop because that's what you want. he would feel a bit shy if not for your persistence and enthusiasm. anyone would think that pampering him like this, drinking all of him so lovingly without wasting any drop, and more would be because you're under him, serving him with all you have.
but, as a matter of fact, he is the one serving you. he likes everything you want to do, everything you want to explore. hell, once you ask him for a child, he'd spend the whole night cumming inside you until you couldn't anymore and he's all spent and dry—messed up to his very core because that's what you want.
he almost laughs at his thoughts, evidently so, and he doesn't let go of your mouth even after his dick has softened. in fact, he even bobs your head up and down his now limp cock, pumping every last of his fluid that might be left of him. you deserve it, after all. earn your hard work. swallow every drop. have him by your mouth as earnestly as he would offer his life for you.
the next time you did it, he ensured there'd be a mirror right in front of you two. he takes you from behind, awkwardly at first, because you're not used to seeing yourself all pleasured and worked up while he pistons his hips inside. but then, whenever you stray your eyes away, he would adjust your head back to facing the mirror again as if to say; 'no, no, don't turn away. look at me doing you. i am the one making you feel this way, see that?'
and then he asks question he's been repeating since earlier, “am I hurting you, darling?”
“n-no,”
“yeah? come on, then. look at that pretty face," he punctuates the sweet whisper with a thrust, “see how well you’re taking me?”
“i do! hah, love, i—i'm 'bout to—"
"mhm," he closes his eyes and pulls you closer so he could nuzzle his lips on your back, “you’re clenching harder on me now, baby. are you close?”
"i am!" you lift your body up to see both of your features well—from how your breast bounces with every thrust and how his hands grip your waist to support himself. you savored the feeling—intense and rattling to your very core. his fingers flick your nipple, then he instructs you to lick your fingers too and play with the other nib.
oh, you want to close your eyes. you feel like you don't need the mirror for assurance anymore. he's the only one who could do you like this, the only one who could love you like this. you could finally relush the pleasure in without your past haunting you. and so you do—five seconds, ten seconds, until you hear his pants escalate to moans, ‘til his thrusts go rapid and unrestrained, 'til he’s blabbering how all of this affects him the way you do.
you reach your peak with a moan so loud neighbors might've heard it, and he follows suit not long after, loudly as well, because he's so aroused to see both of you lovingly doing each other in front of the mirror, all spent and sweaty.
you plop down the bed, but his hold doesn't falter. you feel his weight against your back, then he whispers sweet nothings while kissing your ear. “’s okay, it’s okay. open your eyes now and see me.”
you'll never know how delightful he is when you didn't flutter it open again; he feels your breathing slow down instead, and not long after, you drift to sleep with a smile.
indeed, it’s okay for you to close your eyes now. it's okay for you to be touched, for he is the only one who could do you this way.
WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, TOJI fushiguro, NANAMI kento, KAGAYA ubuyashiki, REINER braun, LEVI ackerman
soooo this is an excerpt from my fave smut work way back :3 originally an erwin smith fanfic but when i reread it i realized i could also see the vision for my other fave characters:P
GIVE ME MORE GRIMMER X READER SMUT PLEASE
MORE FOOD FOR ME THANKS FOR THIS MASTERPIECE
i have a breeding kink just for fun okay i don't have the slightest desire to bear a child
but help dear god, the way he starts looking at you so lovingly—in utter reverence, even—as he slowly notices the changes in your body after you told him you're having his child? my word. he is beyond saying.
your hormones would sometimes have the ick on that very loving gaze, but oftentimes, especially when you're touching yourself at night to ease the stress of pregnancy, you couldn't help but make it your primary image of pleasure. it makes you close your eyes in a bliss, makes you arch your back, makes you moan until he hears you from the other room, until he walks to your queen-sized bed to offer a little help as your loving husband.
he knows your body could only take his fingers, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to put himself inside just to feel how wet you are, how loud the squelching noises of his dick slamming in and his balls slapping your skin would be. he's physically aching to adore the changes he had induced in your body. you tell him your body changes are unpleasant because it doesn't fit the stereotypical standard of beauty—quite funny that you think he'd be able to see the point, though. this man is so down bad for you.
your nipples getting more swollen, brownish, and round? beautiful. your arms and hips plumper? oh god help him fight the urge to touch them at every chance he could get. and most especially, your tummy growing day by day as it bravely adjusts to the comfort of your child? he never thought he could feel even more love for you, more than he ever had when he married you. you are just so beautiful it makes him insane, even in places he's supposed to think about others. do you even know how many times people had caught him giggling at the corner of the room for no reason? pathetically down bad, that's what he is.
and as you're about to reach your peak with his fingers flicking faster and faster alongside yours to keep up, he cups your cheek and says;
"goodness, darling, look at that. look at you—"
he lands a chaste peck on your forehead the same moment you moan out loud;
"—look how my love has changed you."
his remark took you unexpectedly your hips stared shaking. love juices spurt out of you with a broken sob. he toppled that with a hungry kiss. he rides out your high with his tongue inside, decreasing the volume of your moans the same way he slows his fingers down.
you end up knocked out, mouth hang open, lips swollen and red, all that and he could only smile like a lovesick boy who kissed his crush for the first time.
oh, his lovely wife. you are so thoroughly loved.
ERWIN smith, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, KAGAYA ubuyashiki, UZUI tengen, GOJO satoru, JEAN kirstein
Me as soon as I remember
Me as soon as I remember that Tenma ate some girl’s🐱 (eva) and Grimmer came inside some girl (his wife)
And those girls weren’t me
I literally can’t stop thinking of Grimmer and Tenma from that x reader fic
I need them. I want them. I NEED THEM TO **** me and *** ***** ***** in my ****
OMG THANK GOODNESS FOR THIS
Having wild thoughts
ok hold on let me cook something again
tags. explicit sexual content, creampie, slight dumbification, blud tried to be gentle only to end up ravaging you, idiots in love type of fucking
you and him having sex for the first time and he's so annoyingly gentle as if you're made of fragile glass. the fact that he still managed to make you cum with his fingers despite all that baffled you.
but then, just right after you came, he hesitates putting his dick inside. he gets out of bed, says something along the lines of "let me get us a bath," until he hears you huff a sob. he turns to you again only to see you touching yourself. begging him, perhaps out of spite, to drop the hesitation.
you're a big girl—his girl, even—and that means you'd be able to take all of him. you know what made him walk back to bed, pet your head, pepper you kisses, and mutter apologies?
"i've been prepping myself like this every night, been imagining you inside me for as long as i can remember."
you cry, and incoherently moans of how much you need him, of how desperate you are to feel his dick slamming you, of your yearning to hear the slushing wet sounds of his balls slapping your skin as he pushes even deeper, and most of all, of his cum flooding you at the peak of it all.
what a bad man he is, he thinks to himself, as he pulls your fingers out of your cunt. he brings it to his mouth, holding back a chuckle.
"prepping yourself with this, darling?" he muses, then sucks on your fingers clean, savoring your taste. you nod, pathetically so, and he shakes his head. "these pretty little fingers are far from enough if we're talking about prepping."
it's the thought that counts, though. his gentle apology kiss on your hand tells you that much. and you quickly come to understand his point when he replaces your fingers with his actual dick.
"you see?" he rasps.
then he thrusts inside.
god, it is indeed not enough to prep you.
"b-but, yeah," another thrust, "it must be hard for you, no?" he thrusts again, you gape your mouth open. "never knew you like me—fuck, baby—this much."
hell you do like him so much, if you're not a babbling mess you'd be able to throw a banter, but he sucks on your nipple, quickly earning your forgiveness.
"mind repeating what you said earlier?"
which one? you ask in your mind, physically incapable to speak as soon as his fingers flick on your clit.
"you want my cum flooding you? you like me that much you'd let me do that, huh?"
"yes!" you wail, oh the things that could bring you back from being dumbed by this man. "b-been—hah—yearning for it, please."
his moan after that is telling enough how pleasured he is to do that. you really are no fragile glass he must mind touching. you're his girl, his woman, and you own every crevice of his being. if you wish a hard one, then a hard one you'll get.
it doesn't take long for him to lose control as per your wishes—his dick slamming, the wet slaps of your skin echoing inside your bedroom in synch with your cries and his growls, and, much to your pleasure, he eventually traps your legs down so it wouldn't escape as he cums.
you're trapped—helplessly bound, wrist trapped on top of your head by his hand—because you want to. because you wish for it. and when he buries his dick deep deep inside you feel his seed gushing, emptying, while he struggles to flutter his eyes open because he wants to see your face while he empties himself? it brought you to a seemingly endless bliss.
you two take your pretty time coming off your high.
and despite your weakened state, you still sit up to look down as his cum droop from your cunt.
you giggle softly, thinking; this wouldn't be the last time you'd ask him to do this.
ERWIN smith, LEVI ackerman, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, GOJO satoru, AKI hayakawa, etc.
THEY ARE MY MOST BELOVEDS 😭💖
quick little surprise kisses~~ 💕
I WISH WE HAD SEEN HIM AS A FATHER OH MY GOD IM IN TEARS
What could have been
MY MAN IAFKRHCKGSJSCGA
You’re my Sunshine
I don’t only crave a hug from him.
He can do whatever he wants to me
Basically me if I was Johan’s nurse
MY HUSBAND
(Since I made a grimmer appreciation post.) Kenzō Tenma appreciation post!
(Reposts count as an appreciation post.)
HIM HIM HIIIIM
Grimmer Appreciation Post!! (Reposts count as an appreciation post.)
I LOVE HEEERRRR
was thinking about the fem versions again. I imagine most things are exactly the same except Tenma has worse health habits and she's much messier as time goes on
THEY ARE SO LOVELY
Silly little idea
Now a Christa drawing 🤎
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If the sweater is familiar to you, it’s not a coincidence
I just realized the three playlists I made for the three ships on my fanfic start with a Taylor Swift song. I love it
Hey it’s me again sharing new playlists for my fanfic Wicked Game
Anyway here it is
tenma x fem oc
grimmer x fem oc
fem oc x fem oc
MY HEAAAAART I LOVE HIIIIIIM
my fav man literally wibbles the outgoing summer 🌼
OKG OMGODOOSAQHSHFAG WE ARE EATING GOOD TODAY OMFG IWLDOOWD *toes curling*
OH YESSS THEM KISSING IS EVERYTHING TO ME
💛💛💛
A literal MASTERPIECE
finally something related to Monster, I missed it so much but I still don't have much energy for this. also TW:BLOOD‼️
aannnddd I remember someone's request , I promise I'll draw Grimmer but later!!!!
THEYRE MY POOKIES 🥹💖💖
just a quick sketch for tonight, feeling a little stiff but I'm eager to get back to drawing them..
All of them yes except the cooking one. I would literally K1LL just to have a taste of Tenma’s breathtaking cuisine
I mean just look at THAT 🤤 IT LOOKS SO TASTY
good morning monster fandom
