IM CRYING IM SOBBING KWSHFJJFGGHSHGFF I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT HURTS PLS THEY NEEDED THIS

MY HUSBAND

(Since I made a grimmer appreciation post.)  Kenzō Tenma appreciation post!

(Reposts count as an appreciation post.)

MY SHAYLA

MY SHAYLA 😭😭💖

ily grimmer...

WE ARE EATING GOOD THIS MORNING YALL

SO HOT I LOVE THEM I I I NNNGH~

Going to keep these guriten sketches under a cut (18+) 💕

MY BOYS

Can u draw tenma and grimmer? (I’m freaking obsessed with them)

took me a while but here you have!

Monster would’ve been more chaotic if Johan- Tenma - Nina were a love triangle

why do u think tenma would be a slytherin ? :0

OMG I LOVE THIS QUESTION ☝️

First of all let’s clarify something that Slytherin≠ evil, villians, or bad people.

Second of all let’s settle down the Slytherin traits, at least the most significant for the house: Goal-Oriented · Ambition · Self-Confident · Cunning · Natural Leaders · Shrewd · Loyal · Self-Reliant.

Tenma is literally all of those in a healthy (or almost healthy) way.

He’s goal oriented, Tenma doesn’t take any step without a plan or a goal in mind, he’s always calculating and analyzing the area. Every step on his journey was to obtain something (Stop Johan) and not a single person on earth could stop Tenma.

Ambition is always associated with something bad. But ambition also speaks of a strong desire to achieve something specific. Here it could well be Tenma's unstoppable steps across the country to stop Johan and get rid of him at any cost. Also his vision to save as many people as possible, "to the last consequences."

Slytherins are people who will do anything to achieve and accomplish their goals. Tenma is someone who would do anything for his own goals (of course always without compromising anyone or seeking not to harm anyone around him) but is capable of sacrificing himself. Although it is clear that to protect someone else if he has to, he will resort to measures of violence and the use of weapons.

He is someone who forced himself to almost give up little by little his humanity in order to pursue, find and finish Johan.

Tenma is a truly intelligent, cunning person, but over time he became too calculating and surly. Such a characteristic and the circumstances made him to reveal a part of him that wasn't so outspoken. We learned that Tenma is actually an omnipresent observer, on more than one occasion we were unaware of his whereabouts, but not because he was elsewhere but because he was there observing and analyzing from the shadows to generate the big picture and thus be able to proceed to action in a premeditated and calculated way.

In Another Monster we got to know a bit more about Tenma's personality from the perspective of people who have known him since he was a child. Here we discover that Tenma is actually a very selective person with his friendships, and it was overemphasized that gaining Tenma's trust is really difficult. Yes he’s sweet and for him, human relationships are extremely important but to gain Tenma’s trust you have to prove him you’re worth it.

From Ch. 1 we know that Tenma is always a warm and kind man to all people, however, gaining his trust and friendship is certainly "conditional" on the attitude of the person in question that he demonstrates to Tenma.

A lot of people he would considerate him a Hufflepuff and I can see it but Tenma’s philosophy in some cases differs a lot from Hufflepuffs philosophy and matches Slytherins.

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

More of Kathryn Becker (oc) from my Monster fanfic

THEY ARE SO LOVELY

Silly little idea

has this been done