#omg this is so long i'm sorry!!!

[grumpoww]

yooo can you draw some good ol' fashioned house and wilson kissing

If I could draw them kissing 24/7 I would

Thanks for the request!!

[perryelornitorrinco]

You should like totally draw legend because I totally did not just request you to do it..... 🥺

What about Legend and Fable?! :·3

My brain is totally rotted with these two. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, THE ENERGY THEY GIVE- RAAAAHHHH! (This is my moment to spread Legend and Fable are twins propaganda muhehehehehe >:·3)

Wait I think this is the first time I post something with Fable, she’s the best, she’s just Legend with long blond hair, I love her smsmsm

Thank you anon for this ask, my brainrot is even stronger now >:D, hope you like the doodle!!!!!!💖💖💖

[jinikaris]

HYUNJIN | STEP OUT 2025 ♡

[daddario]

Sam and Dean lacking personal space in every episode - 17/327

[newrochellechallenger2019]

Nursing handjob blurb PLEASEEEEEEE I'm on my knees I'm begging all I've ever needed

ask and you shall receive...47 days later

he comes home late from tennis practice and is immediately curling into your lap, worn out and even a little sweaty.

'bad practice?' you croon sympathetically, stroking your fingers through his blonde curls.

he nuzzles into your further, his lips pressing light kisses on your neck 'mhm serving too slow.' and you could practically hear the pout in his voice.

'oh baby' you croon sympathetically, lifting his flushed face up to meet yours. 'you want mommy to make it all go away?' you say softly and his puppy dog eyes impossibly wide and he nods fervently, burrowing into your chest with a ferocious need.

this whole thing had been all too easy, how just a few weeks in your relationship when art accidentally let 'mommy' slip as he ate you out, to now, nearly a year later with lactation pills sitting on the kitchen counter when you'd come home from work a couple of days ago and now you were essentially 'art's mommy' whenever the two of you were at home, and he was your 'baby'.

art tugs at your shirt gently, a sign of his growing impatience and you roll your eyes. 'i'm doing it.' he shuffles around on your lap so his upper body was lying on your lap, his muscled legs taking up the rest of the couch as he lies down. you take your shirt off and reveal your chest, nipples perking as the air hits them, you didn't wear a bra in the house, never felt the need to and especially now. art's eyes widen like he's just seen the gates of heaven, an undeniable lust in his eyes and you're certain you hear soft whimpers building in the back of his throat. 'mommy...' he whines, lips parting already.

'oh you're so obedient' you coo, watching him squirm in anticipation, noting the semi that was already grown in his tennis shorts. he whines harder, and you debate teasing him a little longer before lifting his head up to let him know he could latch on. art lets out a soft squeak of excitement as his tongue lavishes your nipples before his mouth covers it, sucking on the bud eagerly.

'good boy' you breathe as you shudder, no matter how many times the two of you did this, it felt euphoric and you pressed your thighs closer together, a not so subtle sign of how pleasurable this was for you too. art's eyes light up as he feels the first drop of breastmilk hits his tongue and lets out a soft moan, suckling even more eagerly, teeth grazing your nipple, his hard cock straining his gym shorts, desperate for release.

your hands slips down his toned stomach and pushes down his gym shorts, and his whimpering intensfies, and you feel him sucking more ferverently. you swiftly pull his gym shorts and boxers down in one practiced movement, freeing his twitching cock and art grunts around your nipple. you bring your hand up back up his thighs, deliberately brushing your fingers against his ball and art trembles, nearly choking on your boob. your fingertips slide up his shaft, taunting him, slipping over his tip and feeling the wetness starting to accumulate there. art moans low, hips bucking, desperate for more stimulation.

you hand moves down from the tip of his cock to the base in a slow steady motion and you swear you can see his eyes roll into the back of his head. you pump him slowly, hand gripping his dick and sliding up and down as he continues to suckle on your tit. you increase your pace and his moans grow, muffled 'yes' over and over against your nipple.

his body starts to tense up, a sign of his impending orgasm and your hand slows and he whines, looking up at you with pleading, glassy eyes. you press your thumb into his tip and he jerks, cum spilling out without permission, dribbling down his thick cock. you press down harder, milking every last drop from him as his body continues to jerk, mouth still attached to you.

'did you cum without permission?' you coo, fingers still stroking his twitching tip and he nods, looking suddenly crestfallen over his not only ruined orgasm, but an illegal one at that. you start to pump him again and he squirms, trying to free himself. 'i know' you croon, knowing he can take one more orgasm even when he pretends he can't. 'this is what naughty boys get' and he whines around your nipple, sucking more fervently, a source of comfort as you continue to grip his cock.

you increase your pace and art squirms even more, lips detaching from your nipple to whisper 'can't- need-' dazily, lost in the sensation of your hand. he licks the breastmilk off his lips and rests his head against your chest, each pump of his cock, causing him to moan 'mommy-'. his body starts to twitch then, 'didn't take long huh' you taunt and he whines, 'please mommy- please mommy- please mommy' and suddenly he's shooting ropes of hot white cum onto his stomach with a shuddering moan, gasping for air as he cums and cums, unable to stop. you take your hand off his dick and stroke his hair instead, 'good boy- doing so well for mommy' and art manages a small smile, still dazed. he whimpers and you let him latch back on to your nipple, draining the last few drops of milk from your tits, both of you milked dry.

[sugurouge]

── "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚."

Calm. Happy. At ease. Tamed. Words Sylus would have never chosen to describe himself with. Much rather proud, striking, confident. A creature of control, always the hunter. But it all changed the first time her fingers ran through his hair after he took his helmet off, a gentle touch laden with a gravity he hadn’t realised he was orbiting. Suddenly, his favourite ritual became picking her up on his bike just to have her fix his appearance, letting her rewrite him strand by silver strand. And he would come to return the kindness tenfold. Because the sight of her rendered him defenseless: Windblown and laughing, cheeks glowing bright under the ruby moon of the N109 zone as he ran his fingers through her tousled strands. Though it were those predatory eyes that dared him into a silent game of who would fall first that Sylus grew addicted to.

He did.

He crash landed, collided into her. By now there is a weight that settles in his chest when she isn't near, followed by a strange lightness when she is. It clings to him like a pulling force, leading him to her arms, her lap, the curve of her neck, where peace hums just beneath her skin. She became the atmosphere that holds him together. With her, he doesn't feel like he's lost anymore. He just wants to land. To rest. Home, it turns out, is a place right by her side.

Maybe he's the one who walked willingly into her trap, weightless and disarmed from the beginning, eager for her to catch him. And now that he's here, floating in this quiet euphoria of being known, Sylus admits: he would give her the whole universe if she asked.

the wild and untameable make an exception for their beloved. close proximity and touch are how animals show affection. i’ve never tried to hide them from you. my gaze, my gestures, and every single step i take toward you.

happy birthday, my beloved 🖤

art: puri24a on twitter. please don't reupload or use

[dawnatlas]

hello, you are one of my most favourite artists and I was wondering if you had ever considered drawing Robin Cross? I’d love to see her in your style, your artwork is so so pretty, I check our blog regularly to see if you’ve posted because your art style makes me so happy, thank you so much for posting your incredible work here for everyone to see!!! :)

thank you anon that's really sweet omg it makes me soo happy that you like my art enough to do that :') admittedly i dont think too much about the stuff in the EC, esp the foxes freshmen but i DO like robin actually!! i wish we knew a bit more about her

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[sainz100]

x

[seokminfilm]

strawberries & cigarettes ── xu minghao

🤍 pairing, xu minghao x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, small amount of angst (??), childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, minghao smokes, kissing, reader calls minghao 'hao', skinship (mainly holding hands), reader calls minghao skinny in a flashback, open ending (??)

🤍 summary, in which you recall the moments of how you and minghao came to be.

🤍 author's note, requested by my darling maki (@sknyuz)!! haven't written a performance unit fic before so this was a perfect request to ask for 💗 fun fact i was actually a minghao girlie my first few months of being a carat, so this is a throwback of sorts for me!! i hope i can portray his personality well 🙏 lowkey turned out kind of sad in the end but i hope you like it anyways!!

🤍 now playing, strawberries and cigarettes (troye sivan: requested by @sknyuz)

🤍 word count, 744 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

as you sit on the rooftop of your small loft apartment, head in your boyfriend's lap as he smokes a cigarette, your life feels complete.

minghao softly strokes your hair, thin fingers running races on your scalp as you smile into his clothed thigh. he hums a song, a song you can't recognize, and your heart seems to slow in your chest as you think back.

you think of the first time minghao and you had met—you were a little kindergartner in a class different from minghao, being paired up to be partners for a tea-making project. you had screwed the brewing process, and minghao had yelled at you, bringing you to tears before sheepishly apologizing and helping you try again.

from that moment on you and minghao became the best of friends. wherever minghao went, you went—the two of you had become attached to each other, and slowly, that attachment became attraction.

you started to see the skinny, quiet art kid finally mature into the man he was now—lean, creative, still with a tint of quietness to his nature. seeing minghao in a light that wasn't your best friend was hard, but you eventually came to accept it and told him how you felt.

minghao had felt the same way—he always had, and the two of you started to date the night after he expressed his love for you.

even now, the memory seemed so far away as minghao pressed a kiss to your forehead, warm breath fanning over your face as he smiles down at you.

"what's got you smiling like that?" he asks with a soft tease. minghao was never one for real teasing, but he thought it was so cute when you got shy.

"thinking about you, hao. thinking about how we met and stuff," you let your fingertips go to the sky, seemingly brushing the stars as you stare up at minghao. his dark eyes are focused on you, so in love that his cigarette starts to wither away in the wind.

"i'm very glad that you absolutely butchered the tea boiling process. without that massive blunder, i don't think we would have ever met." minghao's practically reading your mind at this point, eyes meeting yours as he presses a kiss to your cheek."

"that's true....just..." you pause, and minghao carefully places a kiss close to your upper lip, almost locking lips with yours as he smiles, cutting off your sentence as you chuckle.

"just very embarrassing." you finish, cheeks a bright red as minghao chuckles lowly.

the cigarette smoke coming from minghao's soft lips taste like dreams, past moments that you had just lived through your head. it was singing yet familiar, tasting of a life you had once lived.

"embarassing? absolutely. cute? ...absolutely" minghao laughs again, smile lines highlighted on his soft skin as you sit up. your body gently nudges minghao's more sturdy form, and he chuckles at you, watching your eyes sparkle as you stare up at the stars once more.

"you taste like strawberries." you say after a beat of silence, and minghao stares at you, features softening. "do i?"

"mhm." you nod quietly, too overwhelmed with the feeling of the past to look minghao in the eye. it's not that you're sad or hurt because of the past you shared with minghao—in fact, it made you who you were today.

you just wish you could go back to that time: a simpler time that held nothing but whispered dreams and soft embraces. a time when you and minghao were just kids, the only worries being what would be for snack time and what you'd do on the weekends.

"strawberries and cigarettes," you whisper bitterly after a few more seconds of quietness, and minghao doesn't reply to that, taking your hand in his as he lets you lean your head on his shoulder.

minghao tastes the longing for a simpler time in your voice, and suddenly he can feel it too, taking another cigarette in his nimble fingers as he twirls it around, heart clenching at the sight of you.

"times like those....they were irreplaceable, hao." your voice cracks at the nickname, and before you know it, tears are gathering at the corners of your eyes.

"they were, baby," even minghao lets a sigh escape from his full lips, shoulders falling a little as he looks out on the horizon.

for the first time, minghao throws the cigarette away.

[nailsinmywall]

Maeglin in gondolin (and curufin laughing at eol)

[stellar-haikyuu]

guardian deity ☆ nishinoya yuu x reader

synopsis: reader is incredibly unlucky with ball-related sports, but volleyball might be an exception, thanks to a certain guardian deity. details: silly/crack | accidental friends | opposites attract | first meeting | ~1.2k words | gn! reader | requested by anon as part of my karasuno writing event | my entry for @phantasmaebg warnings: none!

You’re not exactly a sporty person. Why? Sports doesn’t seem to like you very much.

Regular exercise, running, swimming, cheerleading, and aerobics—those things were fine. But when balls were involved? You did not stand a chance.

It all started with dodgeball. The whole point was to avoid the balls, and for someone who sucked at ball sports, the fear should have made it easier. Unfortunately, you’re incredibly clumsy. You trip on a stray ball, falling to the floor. Within seconds, you’re pelted with more dodgeballs and called out of the game.

Basketball was terrifying, having to run into people and have them chase you. It was embarassing enough to be passed the ball, only to run in the opposite direction. That was the one time you were glad to be horrible at shooting. After that, you never tried to go for the ball. Your teacher was kind enough to never call you out on it—he quickly learns it’s not worth another clinic trip.

As if the close contact and chasing in basketball wasn’t enough, you’re thrown into soccer. With two left feet, this is the worst-case scenario. Now you’re definitely more aware of what direction you should be running in, but you cannot believe how easy it is for the opposite team to steal the ball. And the one time you’re running towards the right goal, you kick the ball way out into the field.

You beg for a break once high school rolls around, but it seems your prayers weren’t answered.

Handball…soccer but using hands, you think. With your lack of coordination, you often volunteer to be the goalie; at least you could block something with any part of your body. Alas, you’ve taken a couple of handballs to the face. 

And get this, you weren’t even in school for this one: somehow, you managed to damage bowling alley property on an afternoon hangout with friends. That also involved slipping on the bowling lane, countless balls in the gutter, and almost dropping a ball on your foot.

At this point, almost everyone knew about your laughable luck with ball sports—or lack thereof. You just sigh, hoping to see the day you are no longer obligated to do these activities.

“Would you mind giving this to Takeda-sensei at the gym? He’s coaching the volleyball team at the moment.”

You take the paper envelope from your teacher and nod. “I’ll get it to him.”

“Thank you, dear. See you tomorrow!”

As you leave the faculty room, you’re immediately filled with unease. 

You’d rather not enter the gym while a team is actively practicing, but you don’t really have a choice.

At least you’re not playing the sport, you think.

You step out into the open area, quickly locating the school gym. The squeaking of sneakers are audible from a distance, followed by some rather harsh hits. It’s enough to send a chill up your spine.

Slowly, you walk, trying to prolong the distance between you and the gym door. Eventually, it’s within arms reach, and you take a deep breath before opening it.

And goodness.

Aren’t you just lucky?

“Look out!” 

At first, you don’t register the warning, but the sight of a volleyball hurtling toward you is enough to snap you back into reality.

You raise your arms to protect yourself, hoping that for once in your life, your reaction time can save you.

But the ball never hits you.

Smack!

The sound of ball meeting flesh echoes through the gym, and it takes you a second to realize you’ve just been saved. 

A whistle blows, and the game stops. In the corner of your eye, you see the volleyball rolling away on the floor.

When you put your arms down, you see someone in front of you—a boy with his knees bent and arms outstretched. He must have taken the hit.

“Are you okay?”

“M-Me?” You stammer. “I should be the one asking if you’re okay!”

“Pfft, of course I am!” He gives you a reassuring grin. “Receiving volleyballs is my thing.”

You blink, unsure what to say to that.

“Hinata, you dumbass!” A yell takes you by surprise. “Look where you’re spiking, you nearly hit someone!”

“Huh? I still have to close my eyes, remember?” 

“Oi, oi, calm down you two!”

You’re momentarily taken aback by this display of team dynamics. You hope it’s not serious, considering that you’ve sometimes been on the end of a hotheaded teammate.

Thankfully, nothing escalates. In fact, Hinata—if you assumed correctly—bounds over to where you’re standing. “Noya-san! That was so cool! You moved so fast like zoom!”

Another team member with a buzzcut follows suit, clapping your savior on the back. “That’s our guardian deity.” Then, he acknowledges you with a rather unsubtle waggle of his eyebrows. “This guy has killer reflexes.”

“I see…” You respond, a little speechless.

The orange-haired boy somehow materializes at your side, jumping up and down. “Right? Right? Senpai is the best!”

You glance at this Noya-san. He seems to blush at the praise. 

Though he tries to act cool about it, you can tell it means a lot to him.

“Hey, uh thanks,” you state, finally finding the words. “For saving me.”

“No problem! It’s what I do!”

His glee is so infectious, you can’t help but feel energized. 

“Hello there, I’m Sawamura Daichi.” You realize that another boy is approaching all of you. “I’m the team captain. I sincerely apologize for this, we’ll be more careful next time.”

“Ah, it’s alright, I promise,” you shake your head. “I’m used to this stuff.”

“Used to it?”

“I’m really unlucky with ball sports.” You clarify. “If you’ve heard the rumors, then that would be me.” 

“Ah, I see.” Some sort of recognition appears on his face, though he doesn’t comment any further. “Anyway, is there something you need from us?”

You suddenly remember the envelope you’re holding in your hands.

“Ah. I was looking for Takeda-sensei. I had to give him this?”

“Oh, he’s over there.” He looks towards the other end of the gym, where two adults watch your group with curiosity. “Sensei, they have something for you!”

“Go on ahead,” Sawamura smiles. “I’ll give the team a break to avoid any accidents.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you bow to him before approaching the literature teacher.

As you hand over the letter and engage in some small talk with him, you can feel Noya staring at you from the distance. You try not to think much of it until your interaction with Takeda-sensei ends.

After making your way to the gym entrance, you give their team captain a thumbs up to resume practice.

He calls everyone’s attention, but Noya remains by the door, almost as if he wants to tell you something.

To your surprise, you decide to beat him to it.

“Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

His eyes widen. “Repay me? What? No, that’s…uh-”

Buzzcut passes by and dramatically whispers, “Garigari-kun popsicles. Soda flavor.”

“Ryuu!” Noya hisses, drawing a laugh out of you.

“Is that your favorite? I wouldn’t mind treating you to one.”

Noya seems to hesitate at your offer. “Only if you insist, but you really don’t-”

“I insist,” you cut him off. “You’re my one stroke of luck after years of being involved in ball sports. I feel like I should be honoring you.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but no words come out.

“Anyway, I’ll be at Sakanoshita until the evening to study. Meet me there, yeah?”

“I…okay.”

“Alright,” you turn to exit the gym. “See you after school, guardian deity.”

Before leaving, you pretend not to notice how his face flushes once more.

masterlist

[wardingshout]

HI UM HELLO???? WHAT THE WHAT HI WHY ARE DIVAS SUDDENLY FOLLOWING ME BACK 😭😭😭 I literally love your art so much it’s so cozy and comforting and nostalgic 😭

ALSO HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY???? I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS FILLED WITH JOY AND WHIMSY ‼️‼️

As a hello and bday gift I present to you the sillies!!

I hope you don’t mind I used one of your works as a pose reference,, my brain is in shock and cannot come up with poses because why are multiple people I look up to aware of my existence 😭 i love your page please don’t get taken by the anti joy and whimsy bird …

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON I NEED TO SUPPORT MYSELF ON A WALL HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! I'VE BEEN LOOKING AT THIS ALL MORNING AND EVERY TIME I TRY TO FORMULATE A REPLY I NEED TO PACE AROUND MY ROOM REAL QUICK I'M SO EXCITED;;;;,,, art that makes me gushingly slap my hands over my face repeatedly!!!!!! 😭😭💖💖💖

AND THANK YOU I'VE BEEN HAVING SUCH FUN DAYS RECENTLY 💖💖💖💖💖

but also how could you be shocked, your art is so absolutely amazing!!!!! your art style is so beautiful and your attention to detail is insane!!!!! everything has such a nice feeling of texture to it and your colours make me run in circles frfr!!!! AND LIKE. it's actually getting a little embarrassing how many times I've paused myself in this reply bc I keep staring at them and gushing 🥹🥹💕💕💖💕

[local-tithonia]

I just came across your villain rook art and it's fantastic! Is there a collection of your fanart of Ben 10? I felt like there were more designs but the pages no longer exist.

Omg thank you sm!! 💜 Unfortunately not, I felt most of it was outdated and had to priv it 💔 I can't say fs whether my art style changed much since then but we all know the deal with old art LOL OTL,, In any case I threw together a lil sum for him 🙈

[larimared]

     perhaps   benedict   had   asked   his   servant   to   find   out   where   lady   millicent   was.   it   was   not   as   if   he   was   wrong   in   doing   so,   not   at   all.   he   was   merely   a   husband   looking   out   for   his   wife   since   she   had   made   it   back   into   town.   however   he   knew   it   was   not   that   and   so   did   his   servant.   they   had   a   look   on   their   face   when   he   asked,   wishing   to   ask   him   if   it   was   about   the   letter   from   the   queen   he   had   received   earlier   in   the   day.      benedict   had   heard   whispers   of   the   matchmaking,   had   received   the   letter   by   his   servant.   most   of   the   time   he   did   not   care   what   they   read,   for   the   queen's   writings   has   been   plenty   of   whistledown   recently   and   he   surely   did   not   care   a   lick   for   it.   however,   the   letter   this   time   felt   strange   in   his   hand   when   he   had   taken   it   from   them,   the   look   on   their   face   said   enough   and   benedict   was   the   first   to   trust   the   staff   in   his   home.   he   opens   it,   dark   eyes   scanning   the   words   on   the   page   and   they   widen   as   he   reads.      matchmaking   for   the   ton.      his   wife,   who   was   widely   known   to   have   left   him   or   rather,   not   be   around   any   longer   as   some   chose   to   believe   he   had   killed   her   himself,   was   now   an   eligible   lady.   did   it   make   logical   sense   that   she   would   have   been   apart   of   the   matchmaking   as   she   remained   a   married   woman   by   law?   of   course   not,   but   benedict   was   not   thinking   logically   so   the   thought   did   not   cross   his   mind.      instead,   he   is   bumping   into   millicent   on   total   accident   at   gunter's.   "lady   millicent,"   he   says.   seeing   her   again,   after   what   had   happened   at   the   reunion   stings,   his   heart   aches   inside   of   his   chest   seeing   how   beautiful   she   was   with   the   sunshine   peering   through   the   glass   panes   of   the   window.   he   does   not   show   it   though.   in   place   of   that,   his   features   remain   steeled.   "i   apologize   for   my   clumsiness,   but   perhaps   is   it   good   that   we   have   bumped   into   each   other   for   i   have   some   matters   to   discuss   with   you,"   he   pauses,   brain   trying   his   best   to   come   up   with   an   excuse,   "of   the   divorce."   is   what   he   settles   on.

closed:   with   millicent   grant   (@promisedhexvens). location:   gunter's.

[your-local-hollow-lover]

Hi!! Could you do a scenario where Grimmjow has to handle/comfort his overworked S/O? I’m curious as to how he would react

Certified, he's the worst at these types of things.

Grimmjow finds it exceptionally irksome when he's around and you lack the energy to keep up with him. Why does he even bother visiting you anyway?

"Hey, stop being pathetic, get up," he says, poking your head.

This deep into your relationship with him, you understand there's no malice in his words. He's not intentionally mean; it's just his way of talking. Yet, you're too fatigued to pay him any mind.

"Go away. I'm exhausted," you say, snuggling further into the pillows of your bed.

A brief silence ensues.

"Why?"

This makes you peek at him. He wears that silly expression with furrowed brows, a mid-annoyance look reflecting his own struggle to comprehend something. It's cute enough to draw a tiny smile to your face.

"One of my coworkers quit last week, and all of her work has fallen on me, which wouldn't be a problem if my paycheck increased accordingly, but no! Haha, God forbid we get paid fairly for what we do," you blurt.

Your head throbs, announcing a migraine. You know Grimmjow doesn't grasp these human matters, and that somehow makes it worse.

"Withdrawing's for cowards," he states.

Or maybe he does understand?

"Do I kill them?"

Never mind. At least he asked. You sigh.

"No. Look, I like spending time with you, but right now isn't the best moment for me. I'm so overworked I could cry, and it would mean a lot if you didn’t kill or destroy anything for the night.”

You don’t have the heart to kick him out. Hueco Mundo is, after all, much worse than unpaid extra hours. You just hope he doesn’t take your tiredness in a bad way.

On his part, Grimmjow just looks at you like there’s no remedy in this world to cure your feebleness. However, whenever he sees you in a similar state of mind, he can’t help but feel an uneasiness twisting inside his guts, as if his stomach was making a knot.

When you catch him at his lowest moments, when he’s willing to allow you a glimpse of them, you always provide soft things that bring a close sensation of existing free from distress. It would be fair if he reciprocated it now.

A tiny gap leaves your mouth upon sensing his weight over the bed, and then his body over your own, not in a looming, predatory form for once. He just lies on top of you, close enough to feel the tip of his nose brushing your nape, far enough not to crush you under him.

Oh, lord, you want to kick him, but just then, you hear it: a soft vibrating sound that comes and goes steadily, like a purr. The same sound he made a couple of months ago while you played with his hair. You said it was relaxing, that you liked it.

A warm feeling washes over you. You scoot closer to him, and he lets you, his arm now keeping you tucked at his side. The purr intensifies. It lulls you to sleep. When the alarm clock rings the next morning, Grimmjow is no longer there, but the warm feeling remains.