Grunk X Reader «8K 2025»

“Lovely.”

“Grunk. Put me down.”

You tried to pull your hand away, but Grunk’s fingers closed around yours, gentle but immovable. grunk x reader

You scrambled off the bunk, heart pounding. Grunk was already on his feet, his body angled between you and the door. Protective. Always protective.

He didn’t smile. Grunks didn’t smile. But something in his eyes softened, and he reached out to cup the back of your head with one massive hand. “Lovely

“I would never,” his collar said softly. “You are mine to protect.”

Before you could argue, he stepped forward, bent at the waist, and scooped you up like a child retrieving a dropped toy. One arm under your knees, the other across your back. His chest was warm—shockingly warm—and you could feel the low thrum of his second heart beating against your ribs. Grunk was already on his feet, his body

Grunk tilted his head. His translator collar, a sleek band of silver around his thick neck, buzzed to life after a moment. “Structural integrity: failing. Life support: offline. You: afraid.”