#gris rubion

• Assistance: Gris is rather fond of doing every miniscule task for you in hopes of making sure you do as little as possible; He opens doors for you, whether it be car or building ones. He opens jars or cans for you, even if you don't ask him to. He just wants to assist you in things you don't ever need to lift a hand in, it was one of his love languages.

• Sweet hand-kisses : You find that Gris loves to kiss your hand in that gentlemanly fashion of his. Whether you two are out in public or together in private, he always takes a moment to bring your hand closer and press an ever tender kiss to your knuckles, while he watches you with adoration. “beautiful..” he’d whisper soft praises between the kisses, which never failed to make you bashful.

• Gentleness: Gris was strong, that was very well known, but he was exceedingly gentle with you. Ever since he met you, he’s been quite careful around you. It’s not that he thinks you're weak, not at all– he simply doesn't want to bear the thought of using his unexplainable strength to accidentally harm you in any way. It’s why he holds you so carefully, as if you were made of porcelain, or the gentle way he speaks to you , or when he announces his presence in order to not startle you when entering a room. Gris vows to be gentle with you, because he believes you deserve the utmost care and tender love.

• Taking care of you: Gris’s guilty pleasure was taking care of you when you're ill. It’s not that he likes seeing you sick, he very much hates seeing you in any form of pain–However.. he can't help but be hopelessly fond of how vulnerable you are with him. How easily you allow yourself to let him take care of you, even if you were being stubborn about it. Gris simply loves to take care of you in those moments of need, he always wants to be the one you rely on, to lean against, to trust. And Gris will do everything in his power just to watch you heal within his care.

• Love language: Gris’s love language is very much acts of service and quality-time. You always catch him providing you things you don't directly ask for, as if he knows precisely what you need in given moments. Gris also loves genuine time with you, he likes being near you, he likes seeing you smile, hearing your voice, watching as your facial features shift while you tell him one of your stories or complaints of the day. It's something he will never take for granted.

• A gentleman: Did I mention Gris is a gentleman? Gris was one of the most chivalrous men you've ever met. Even though you were both in a romantic relationship, he respects your privacy when you change, he never asks for anything unless you bring it up, he’s always patient with you in love, even if he has his own desires, he chooses to put yours above his own any day. He simply sees it as basic respect, he tells you it's the “bare minimum” when you praise him in regard to his acts.

• Your hands: Gris loves your hands. He loves when your hands are on him, not in just a sexual way, but in an intimate-romantic way. He likes holding them, he likes feeling your fingers trail through his blonde locs, or when they rub at the stubble of his beard, or simply when they trace absent-minded patterns on his arms or chest. Gris especially adored it when you admired his muscles, it made him quite prideful that you love his physique so much, and he felt immensely desired.

• Children: Gris adores kids, he’s always wanted to be a father at some point in his life. He likes looking after Rudo, making sure Team Child was alright, checking in on them occasionally. He always offers “big-brother” advice to Follo and the younger ones who need it. You admire how caring he was towards them, how protective he was, it was simply who Gris was. For one of Gris's dreams, he secretly hoped to have a child with you one day, but he didn't want to rush you with that.

• He's a softie: Gris is an immense softie, everyone knows that. Despite his large stature and freakish strength, he was very in-tune with people's emotions, especially your own. Gris has a naturally comforting presence, he always tries to make you feel better when you're particularly down that day. He goes out of his way to provide any form of comfort just to see you smile again. He’s precisely like a teddy bear and you absolutely adore it.

• Admiring you: Gris likes watching you, well.. not in a creepy way, It was more so in a way that he simply loves watching you just.. exist. He can't fathom how he’s with you half the time, or how he’s so lucky that you love him of all people. So watching you do your routines, talk to yourself and others, or anything honestly.. really reminds him of his fondness of you. “..you’re perfect.” Gris would abruptly say to you with that sweet, charming smile of his, looking at you with love in his eyes. It never failed to fluster you.

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' That's all for today! feel free to request headcanons for any other character <3

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you’re laying on your back in the bed you and your husband share, upper body propped with a few pillows. enjin’s long, naked body is half-draped across you, tucked tightly into your side, his arms wrapped around your middle. his breath is warm where it fans over your bare breast, mouth hovering over your leaking nipple. gris lays beside the two of you. his large palm is running up and down enjin’s back, loosely tracing the dark patterns.

“you can eat now, baby. go ahead,” you murmur softly. you card one hand through enjin’s unstyled hair, brushing it back from his forehead, the other cupping his flushed cheek.

“fuck, thank you mommy,” his head drops and his lips close around the damp, puffy bud of your nipple, eyelids fluttering shut. your breath stutters. his mouth is so warm.

gris hums next to you, the hand on enjin’s back moving to rest on the nape of his neck. “such a good boy, aren’t you? mommy waited all day just to feed you, didn’t pump at all."

enjin groans around the fatty tissue and milk in his mouth, little white bubbles escaping the corners of his lips and dripping down his chin. he’s always been a messy eater. you can feel how hard he is against your thigh, so you push it against his cock to encourage him to grind on you. when he rocks forward again, the movement is slippery with pre.

though the stimulation from his rapid sucking feels incredible, you know he’s drinking too fast. you giggle breathlessly, “enjin, baby, slow down. i’m not going anywhere.”

gris lightly squeezes enjin’s nape in agreement. there’s a hint of amusement in his voice when he speaks, “you’re gonna make yourself sick, greedy boy. what if you throw up when daddy fucks your throat later? you don’t wanna make a mess, do you?”

enjin doesn’t seem to hear either of you, if he does he doesn’t acknowledge you. he’s too enraptured by the warmth sliding down his throat and the feeling of his two favorite people surrounding him completely. it had been over a week since he’d last been able do this, to let go and be taken care of.

“i asked you a question, enjin. answer me,” gris chastises, reaching down to pinch the muscled globe of enjin's ass, soothing the spot when enjin jerks his hips away and whines.

he releases his mouth with a wet pop, voice strained as he apologizes, “no sir, m’sorry.”

as soon as the words leave his mouth, he goes right back to drinking, taking long, deep drags and swallowing audibly. he’s rutting faster against your thigh now, having never let up since he started. there's hardly any friction with how much he's leaking. knowing he's this worked up from drinking the milk you created has your thighs clenching together, your hand on his cheek sliding down your body to circle your clit. gris notices and lays his arm over enjin to palm at your still engorged unoccupied breast, pinching and tugging at the dark nipple to provide you more stimulation. milk beads over his fingers, running down his wrist in pearly rivulets.

enjin pulls off, hips stuttering. his chin is slick with spit and milk as he looks up at you. he already looks ruined from just a little breastfeeding. "can-hah-can i cum? please? i've been so good, i promise i'll be so good just-fuck, oh fuck please!"

you look to gris and he nods. you turn your head back to enjin with a soft smile on your lips and stroke his hair, "yes, baby. you can cum."

he keens, high and whiny, and smushes his mouth back on your tit. he's sucking again, but it's so sloppy you doubt he's even getting any in his mouth. his hips jerk once, twice, before he's moaning long and loud. his spend smears across your hot skin.

"thank you thank you tha-"