(MDNI) afab!Reader — Gris goes down on you and gets so lost in how you feel against his tongue that he looks at you with eyes that rival a drunkard's gaze: half-lidded, shiny and lost in their own world. His face is flushed a pretty pink, his ears glowing red, and his hair is made a mess from your whiny tugging. He could go for hours if you let him. Lazy licks... loud sucking... it's revitalising (or so he bashfully claims) and you need to snap him out of that trance for Gris to peel himself away. His lips are glossy, his chin inked with clear slick, and there's a smile there. He could go for more... if you let him.

Gris loves carrying you around. He loves picking you up. He loves the trust you place in him. Having you in his arms... having your body completely supported by him and holding all of you—it makes him very happy. There's a thick warmth that blossoms behind his ribs and his smile couldn't get any larger. His eyes close with the intensity of his joy. Gris doesn't ever want to let you go.

Really tempted to write Gris smut... like really really tempted. But I'm terrible with pwp I don't normally write smut. I'm just feeling for Gris he's so great actually.

Mutual pining with Gris. I repeat, mutual pining with Gris.

Performer!Reader singing love songs about Gris.

Craving Gris because of course the simple looking man gets me. There's always one.