Took A Crack At My Own Interpretation Of Grimmjow's Second Resurrection Form From The Mobile Game.

That comfort character meme thats going around twitter :'3

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Sketch with Amajiki Tamaki for @cocofawn 💛

You want to… What?

Pro Hero! Tamaki Amajiki x AFAB! Reader

Premise: You learn something about Tamaki after a night out celebrating his birthday.

W/C: 2310

A/N: My quiet boys deserve all the love. Happy Birthday Tamaki 💜 (sorry if it’s slightly OOC, I’m a little rusty on MHA)

Warnings/Contains: Alcohol use/drunk sex, Breeding Kink, vaginal penetration (unprotected), cream pie, slight cum play, oral (fem receiving), Cockwarming/Somnophilia (implied)

Tamaki rarely drank. His anxiety generally getting the better of him, too worried he might do something embarrassing while drunk. He had already improved drastically in the years you knew him. No longer a nervous wrecking ball, but still shaky when it came to his liquor. If he drank, it was usually only one fruity concoction. Tamaki is a lightweight and why drink something that tasted bad? One drink was usually his max.

Tonight was different. He finally felt comfortable enough in front of you, Mirio and Nejire to let loose. You guys were celebrating him after all.

Even when he was only tipsy, his words became looser. It was actually hard to pull him away from his friends, chatting a mile a minute. However, it was getting late, he was three drinks in, and you were tasked with getting the drunk Pro-Hero home. He got quiet once it was just the two of you. The chatter of the bar no longer encouraged his voice.

He was cognizant enough to get himself home, but the fact that you were there… He simply put the majority of his weight into his arm around your shoulders and let you lead the way.

Finally reaching his bedroom, gently flinging his body toward the bed, “C’mon let’s get you undressed.” Tamaki groaned in protest, cheeks flushed with alcohol with his hair strewn across his face. He looks so pretty like this. You start unbuttoning his pants, simply wanting him to sleep comfortably. Going to pull them down, forcefully tugging at the waistband. The dead weight of his plastered state not helping you in the slightest by lifting his hips. You finally get them down his legs. Boxers sliding down a few inches in the process. Shoes already thrown off near the front door. You toss his pants in the general direction of his laundry hamper.

If you couldn’t see his eyes open behind the purple curtain of locks, you’d think he was asleep already. But he’s watching you. Watching your every move intently, even though his eyes appear glazed over.

You start unfastening the bottom button of his shirt. Fingers fumbling, trying to focus through your own tipsy haze. Suddenly there’s a heat wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward as your body crashes on top of his. Lips colliding as he rolls over on top of you. You can feel how hard he is against you. That wasn’t there seconds prior, was it? When he was laying flat on his back, only his boxers blocking your view. His bulge on full display…

His tongue slides across your lower lip. His one hand still pinning your wrist above your head. You moan at the sensation, allowing him access. You can taste the fruity sting of his alcohol across your tongue. He’s drunk. The taste is inviting, luring you further into his embrace. He’s drunk. Moaning into your mouth, only making wetness pool between your legs. He’s drunk. You never want him to stop.

“We’re drunk..” you finally gather enough brain cells to push him back slightly. Just enough to get your words out.

He grinds his hard-on against your clothed body, “It’s not like this is our first time.” Voice hushed as he leans in again. Turning your head causing his lips to catch your cheek.

“You need to sleep it off, we can do this in the morning.” Hands weakly shoving at his muscular form. A feeble attempt to roll him away from you. He starts nibbling down the side of your neck as you speak. Between kisses he mumbles into your skin, “or… we could… do both.” The noise that leaves your mouth contradicts everything you’ve been saying. You know the right thing is to stop, but your body craves him.

With your free hand you guide his lips back to yours, no longer trying to fight the urge. Fingers trailing back to grip amethyst hair, keeping his warm lips against yours. You need to drown in him. You shift your legs to wrap around his waist, short dress rising up around your hips. Feeling the warmth of him through your panties only fuels the fire in your gut. He ruts against you, forcing mutual moans onto each other’s tongues. He pulls back, only to work at getting your dress over your head. The garment discarded somewhere in the dimly lit room. Fingers going back to finish the job of unbuttoning his shirt. Too eager. When two buttons remain he’s pulling it up and over his head. Tossed the opposite direction as the dress.

His muscles ripple and contract with the motion. You can’t help yourself, fingertips ghosting over the definition in his abs. Trailing lower to his v-line as you admire his chest and biceps. You still can’t get over Tamaki’s toned body, no matter how many times you’ve seen it. He is a Pro-Hero after all, it’s kind of a requirement.

Your dress had a built in bra, so you’re left with your thong and his boxers blocking your path. He leans down to capture your lips in a quick peck. Quickly trailing down your neck and chest. Goosebumps erupting across your skin at his featherlight kisses. Nipples perking in the cool air of the room. Hooking his fingers into your waistband as he continues nipping down your stomach. “T’- Maki,” you moan into his touch. Protesting as he ignores your breasts. Hot breaths fanning across your skin.

Tamaki pulls the little fabric down your legs in one quick swoop. A shaky breath inhaled as the atmosphere makes itself known across your heat. His hands are instantly on the back of your thighs, spreading you open for him and pushing your legs back. You can feel the wetness between your folds as they part ways. “Fuck…” He mutters before losing all composure. 

A flat tongue runs down the middle of your cunt. Warm and wet. A welcome difference to the chill in the air. Covering as much surface area as he can, he shakes his head back and forth a few times quickly before latching onto your clit and sucking. The dramatic change in sensations pulls a cry from your lips. Head falling back against the comforter. 

Fingers gripping into your thighs. Yours gripping into the sheets below you. Hips squirming. Tamaki pulls off you with a pop as the suction breaks and you're left with a moment of relief. Lazily running the flat length of his tongue from entrance to clit twice over before quickly standing. 

He knows all the right ways to tease you. “‘Maki~,” you're calling for him at the lack of his touch. Dragging your head up to watch him shed his boxers. Stepping out of them and climbing onto the bed with you. 

His cock standing tall. Tip a deep angry pink, leaking pre. His girth makes up for his slightly above average length.

“Can I?” His words pull your gaze to his face as he generally motions, indicating that he wants to start without a condom. You’ve always used protection together. You know you’re both clean, but not really wanting to risk a pregnancy. You can feel your face flushing deeper. Swallowing any nerves, you whisper a small approval while nodding your head. You can practically see a sparkle in his eyes as you accept.

He runs his tip through your folds a few times. You can hear him holding back a reverberating groan. Head falling back before returning his focus to his actions. Gathering slick to make his entrance smoother. 

He was so much warmer against your skin compared to the typical latex you felt. The feeling makes your eyes roll back. 

“Oh~” “Fuck.” The mutual noises erupting from you as he pressed his tip into your entrance. His moan was other-worldly, louder and more pleased than usual. You tried to quiet your whimper as he steadily inched forward. You never realized how veiny Tamaki was. Unable to keep your head up at the feeling of him inside you. Nothing keeping you from feeling each other.

Tamaki stalls above you once your hips lay flush against each other. He’s panting already. Brow creased as he looked down at you. “Gods, fuck,” voice raspy with a struggle for self-restraint. 

Groans so pretty you can't stop your walls from fluttering around his girth. 

He levels his breathing slightly and starts to withdraw his hips. His prominent veins against your gummy walls makes it impossible for you to stay quiet. After a few languid strokes of his entire length he sets a steady pace. 

Pleasure steadily building in your core. Ankles hooked around his back. His hands bracing himself on either side of your head. Warm pants fill the space between your bodies as yours recoils with the force of his rutting. 

“You’re gonna look so good with my child.”

Huh? Did he just? Your eyes fly open, “You want to… What?”

One hand comes to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek as he speaks, “Shhh baby, I know you’d look so good. Swollen belly. Swollen breasts. All from my seed.” He groans and nuzzles into your neck. 

HUH. Although you had known him for years you only started dating about five months ago. Sure you had mentioned getting married before, but kids were not part of the discussion yet.

His hand trails from your face down to rub circles on your nub. “Fuck ‘Maki!” You scream at the contact. He’s not giving you time to process. Brain quickly turns to mush as you fall over the edge. He kept urging you through it, “Imma put a baby in you if it’s the last thing I do.” You never imagined that his words would have such an effect on you like this. Eyes glossed over meeting his purple irises. Looking so pleased with himself. 

“Can I? Ah.. inside?” He makes out between moans. Only removing his hand from your clit once your walls calm their pulsing. You’re still riding the aftershocks of your high, all you can think is to nod.

Picking up at a faster pace. You whine with every slam of your bodies together. Rhythm faltering as you feel him release inside you. 

The feeling is indescribable. Suddenly warmth oozes from your womb into the rest of you. Feeling even more full than with just his cock filling you. 

“Yea? You like having my seed coat your walls?” You must not be hiding the curious pleasure plastered across your face very well. “We’re not wasting any of this.” He gently grinds himself into you, trying to get impossibly closer. His lips claiming yours as his release slowly leaks out of you. 

The kiss is slow and passionate. Filled with his love and appreciation for what you just let him do. 

He tentatively pulls out, leaning his weight into his knees. Quickly replacing his dick with his fingers. Shoving his cum back inside you as it dribbles out. The act makes his erection twitch back to life, “Can I? Keep going?”

You’re surprised at how easily the sentence leaves you: “Anything for you ‘Maki.” You’re fucked out, tired and want to sleep, but want to make him happy. That inexplicable wonder across his features. It is his birthday after all... 

He eases his re-hardening length back inside you. Sensitive walls pulling whimpers from your throat. Combined releases pooling out as he tries to keep it in.

“I need to know it’ll take.” He starts rocking his hips back and forth again. Instead of folding you into a mating press as you expected, he pulls your legs flush against his abs and chest. Wrapping one arm around them to keep them stable as you bounce against his dick. 

His other hand comes down to rest on your belly bulge. “I need to know this is it.”

His thumb weasels its way to sit against your bundle of nerves. The undulating motion of your bodies causes enough friction to quickly build your orgasm again. You're a mewling mess under his touch. “Fuck. You’ll look so good. So pretty. A-All for me. Our family.”

Both moaning into the heavy air of the bedroom as you finish together this time. Walls spasming around his twitching length. Takami doesn’t pull out this time. Exhaustion getting to both of you as he releases your legs and collapses into your chest. “I’m just… gotta keep you plugged,” he slurs into your body. 

His words cause you to involuntarily clench around his overly sensitive member. Whimpering in response to the added stimulation.

“I hope they have your eyes…” it’s barely above a whisper as his breathing levels out. Sleep finally takes over his body. You’re quick to follow, feeling so bloated with his cock and releases. Thoughts of you starting a family flickering across your dreams.

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Throwing his t-shirt over your head, you wander into the kitchen. Yawning, rubbing your eye with one hand as the other sits on your lower stomach. “So… are we going to talk about last night? I woke up cleaned up, and you're making breakfast… so clearly you’re aware on some level of what happened last night.” You chuckle, honestly expecting him to have been too drunk to remember anything. 

He turns to face you, clearly looking at the way you hold your abdomen. He scratches the back of his neck and looks away as he speaks, “Fuck, I’m sorry… I never really asked you if you wanted kids. I just… You mean so much to me and I— I’ve always wanted to do that. I was just too nervous to ask.”

Walking over to place your hands on his waist, a small smile across your face, “‘Maki, if you think we’re ready for kids…” You didn't exactly know how to continue. Luckily he understood your meaning, cheeks flushing a deeper red. Cupping your cheeks, he leans in to kiss you. 

“Maybe we should get married first.” He smiles against your lips. 

Me, still waiting for Grimmjow and Nelliel to appear in the anime

he isn't doing well, i fear

they have effectively disposed of every coherent thought within my rotting skull. i will be launching myself into the sun

He lost his quirk and mentor in one day- he didn't deserve it☹️

Straight up had me crying at the end of this arc

I love grimmjow but wtf is his hair

Selfie with Eri-chan, Deku, and the Big 3 🍎