“Grunk. Put me down.”
You are mine, and I am yours. The crash was an accident. You were not. I chose to be on that ship. I chose to be near you. I have been choosing you since the first cycle, when you spoke to me not as a monster, but as a person. grunk x reader
His arms wrapped around you, heavy and secure. His chin rested on the top of your head. His hearts—both of them—beat a slow, steady rhythm against your ear. And he was warm. So warm. “Grunk
“It will be enough.”
You hated how much you didn’t hate it. grunk x reader
Damn the collar. Damn his hearing. Damn everything.