cw - more fluff than smut, established relationship, soft gray, vanilla sex, soft sex, fingering, p in v, creampie
gray isn't the overly affectionate type. he doesn't drape himself over you in public or kiss you senseless in front of the guild.
but that's the thing. he doesn't need big gestures for people to know.
in public, gray has this way of hovering near you without making it obvious. he'll stand a step behind you, hands in his pockets, only listening to the conversation when you're talking.
and when someone is near you, maybe laughing too much at your joke, or someone brushing your arm, he'd hook his fingers into the loop of your belt, subtly tugging you toward him. it's never forceful, just a gentle reminder that he's there.
even in simpler moments, his hands would find the small of your back or occasionally intertwine his hand around your soft fingers, lingering there like he was memorizing your warmth.
he doesn't kiss you in front of everyone, or wrap you up in his arms, but he'll tug your scarf higher around your neck, muttering something about the cold. he'll walk beside you with his fingers brushing yours.
everyone sees it, and everyone understands.
when the day is over, and the door closes behind you and gray, that's when he changes.
his shoulders drop, tension melting like he was carrying it for ages. he steps into your space without hesitation, hands finding your waist. he pulls you in with a quiet relief.
"missed you." he murmurs into your hair, pressing a sweet kiss onto your forehead. his hands roam in slow patterns along your back, sides, hips... anywhere he could touch.
"how was your day? you okay?" he'd ask, thumb brushing your cheek. then, he'd kiss your jaw, the corner of your mouth, and your pretty lips.
he's not dramatic or clingy, or overly affectionate. but he's deeply affectionate. in a way that felt like it solely belonged to you. it's a quieter warmth, the sort of tenderness that settles between two people without needing to be shown. the kind of love that doesn't need to be performed to be felt.
and when you're settling into bed together, he'd rub your shoulders to ease up whatever tension you had left.
you slide under the sheets, and he slips in behind you, mattress dipping under his weight. his arm slides around your waist, drawing you back against his chest.
then his hands move.
slowly, carefully, with that gentle ease that always had you melting despite his naturally cold touch.
"you're... perfect." he'd whisper, pressing kisses onto your shoulders, trailing up to your neck. his palm makes its way to your soft breast with a gentle caress. his hands tease your now hardened nipples.
you'd whine his name softly, and he'd grunt in response. he'd pull you closer, turning your head back so he can pull you in for a kiss.
like everything he did when it came to you, it was gentle, slow, the kind of kiss that would have all your thoughts melt away. he moved so that he was on top of you without breaking the kiss, cupping your pretty face, his perfect girl. his everything.
he pulls away slowly, just to trail down your skin. he'd take of your clothes off like you were fragile, peeling them off and staring at your exposed skin. again, just perfect. perfect in all the right places, as if you just dropped from heaven.
then he's working you with his fingers, pumping in and out of your dripping hole with ease. his thumb was teasingly rubbing your clit as he whispered sweet nothings into your ears.
"feel good? yeah?" he'd smile, nibbling into your ear, because if you felt good, he felt a thousand times better.
his fingers would gently prod at your wet hole, fingers sliding in deliciously. your lips part in a moan when he buries his fingers into you, curling them up to hit that spot you needed the most. your back arches up the bed, and he continues to thrust his fingers in your pussy. gray leans down to kiss your breast, nipping at your cute nipples.
"hah— gray..."
you whined, hands clenching onto the bedsheets. your stomach was tightening and eyes were rolling back. your head was going fuzzy as you curled your toes in pleasure.
"gray!"
"close?" he'd whisper. god, you sound perfect too. he's absolutely obsessed with you.
you nod, your stomach tightening. you came all around his hand, spewing babbles and whines under your breath as he rode out your high.
the sight of you all fucked out from just his fingers was driving him insane, he pulls you closer, discarding his last remaining clothes. he hisses at the contact from wrapping his hand around his cock, rubbing it against your pussy before lining it up.
"can i?" he'd murmur, pressing chaste kisses onto your lips and cheeks. after you nod, he'd hold you steady, his cock steadily sliding into your entrance
you'd whine at his length. even after all this time, you never got used to it. he filled you so good. after you adjusted, he'd thrust into you with a slow rhythm, like he was trying to merge into you. you reach for his hands, and he happily intertwines his own with yours.
he kisses you as he speeds up, your walls clenching around him. he moans into the kiss. the room was filled with the sounds of your squelching pussy, whines and his groans.
"you feel so good— god... i love you."
your walls clench tighter around him, and you pull him closer.
"hah! gray— i love you. love you soso much!" you moaned in response, sloppily kissing him.
he smiles against your lips, a small chuckle leaving them before he speeds up to bring you to your second orgasm. he groans, eyes shutting when he feels your walls fluttering around him.
you both cum at the same time. your pussy gushes over his long cock, white rings building over it. thick ropes of cum fill your pretty pussy.
he falls on top of you, snuggling his face onto your collarbone. his breath is warm and a little shaky, letting himself unravel after holding it together the whole day. his arms tighten around you, the only one in the world that can keep him still, the only one able to melt his cold heart.
and when you run your hand through his hair, he melts completely, clinging to you with a tenderness he shows no one else, his whole body speaking the truth he rarely says aloud—that he is yours, completely devoted to you.
But as a Fairy Tail nerd that's in love with Juvia and a DC nerd that has a creative imagination, I need Juvia to have a Siren Cry. Like come on! Her water powers are just left to the imagination..... no way that Juvia's linage didn't care some sort of mermaid-siren/Atlantean background power.
Happy Halloween from the Pumpkin King and his Doggy !! 🐶🎃
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This was honestly one of the first Halloween celebrations that I actively participated in!!! I went to a party dressed up as Jack and had a blast,, which gave me the idea to put Graysama in a costume as well ^0^ ( which he wasn't too fond of.. ) so I thought he could wear mine - but when I finally convinced him,, he ripped it. T T
But yay!! We ended up matching anyway with a much-needed repurchase.. ^^
AHHHHHH THE GRUVIA SHIP HAS SAAAAIIIILED!!!!!! 😍💙😍💙
Not only does this prove (again) how utterly IN LOVE they are with each other, Gray was NOT having anyone trash talk his woman! And how he realized the similarities in their magic...I love this soooooo much! ❄️💙💧
And then there's Juvia who thinks she's taken on Gray's appearance because she loves him too much. This girl 🤣
