I Just Love When In Smutty Fanfics Tenma Gives Head Because Is So Real, THAT MAN LOVES Eating 🐱

BRO Tenma and Heckel’s friendship was fire. such a comedic duo

HE'S SO PRECIOUS LET ME PINCH HIS CHEEKS

Just a pocketful of Tenmas.

IM SO EXCITED

nothing new but I am slowly chipping away at something. trying to keep it quick and simple since its just for fun but wanted to share a wip since it'll still be little bit before I finish. However, 3/5(?) pages are done ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

sneaky edit, 4/5(?) pages done > u >

HOT HOT HOT I love them.

Can i have a quick Bottom Tenma/Top Grimmer sketch? 🥺

I just love the concept where Tenma always topped because he have always been with women but his true desires are quite different, because yeah he lived with comphet all of his life and now Grimmer offers him what he always wanted

I did my best to keep this decent but keep the spirit of the prompt~

This was from awhile ago from when I was talking about some headcanons! I still love them as my favourite switch couple and treating each other well, so I'm happy to sketch something like this <3

Ok but Tenma x Suk would be really cute ngl

Happy Holidays! I made playlists for RotG characters (even minor characters from the books)

Jack

Bunny

Pitch

Sandy

North

Tooth

MiM

Kathrine

Nightlight

Emily Jane

Ombric

Kozmotis Pitchiner

Lady Pitchiner

Shadowbent

Lermantoff

Hear me out

I love the concept AU where Kenzo has a twin sister and both of them are thirsting and fighting over Grimmer. Idk guys one Tenma isn’t enough, we need more Tenmas to thirst over that giant, handsome and hot blonde ex-Stasi officer

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

HCs Grimmer bonding with Nina and Dieter

Grimmer always takes Dieter to soccer practice days

Dieter and Nina always make breakfast for him when he’s sick and viceversa

Grimmer learned Nina’s favorite movie, tv show, singer, favorite music because he wants to be closer to her. And Nina thinks is adorable cause he has a notebook where he writes it.

When Dieter is struggling with his math homework, Grimmer helps him (or he tries to, since he’s not as good in maths)

When it’s raining, snowing, or it’s a cold weather, Grimmer makes hot cocoa (yea the ref) for both Dieter and Nina.

Of course, Grimmer takes Dieter fishing.

When it’s Dieter or Nina’s birthday, Grimmer already had months thinking of the perfect gift, because he wants to make them happy. And he in fact gives them the best presents.

Grimmer likes to paint Nina’s nails and sometimes he chooses the color and whilst, she talks to him about her college, a new gossip about her friends or something of the kind

One day, Grimmer broke accidentally an absurdly expensive vase Tenma bought in russia during his trips with the MSF, so, he offered money to one of them to take the blame, so Tenma won’t be mad at him. (Yeah Malcom in the middle reference)

And that’s all for now, I might do more lol.

THIS IS SO SWEET AND CUTE

“You were born because someone wanted you.”

really self indulgent wolfgang grimmer stimboard with a lot of comfy stims for me

link 2 psd: 🗂️

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