#gray fullbuster

[allthingsnalu]

My Roman Empire 😌

[uchihaculture]

Fairy Tail couples by 序川_

[lucyheartfiliqx]

One of the best brotps, I don’t make the rules

[giushia]

I feel like this is my glowup comeback after my shonen hella hard training arc

Any gruvia shippers still there?

PS. I have emergency commissions open, if you're interested just check my Vgen or mail me

[smappybubbles]

Screenshots from today's NaLu Day livestream!! Mashima-sensei really spoiled is this time ^~^

[animezing-fandoms]

GRAY IS LOOKING UP DATING ADVICE FOR JUVIA THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🎉🎉🎉🎉💙❄️💧

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Gray: How many times have I told you NOT to list me as your emergency contact, Natsu?!

Natsu: *stuck on a roof* YOU'RE NOT! It's Lucy... who is also stuck up here.

Lucy: *excitedly waves*

[moxiepoxart]

Gruvia time! Sketchy version

[imyourcoopid]

Clingy ✨

[shiiro-arts]

Lucy appreciation post

Because lately I feel like her nº1 hater when in reality I'm in love with her :D

[kissxcore]

strawberry chapstick, cigarette smoke.

multiple x gn!reader | wc: 1.1k+

warnings: reader wears strawberry chapstick, inexperienced!reader, a little bit of peer pressure, don't smoke kids no matter how sexy men are, not proofread

"Smoking is bad for you."

Your colleague looks up as he removes a pack from his right pocket, shifting it into his left hand as he takes out a lighter from the inside of his other pocket. You're frowning in disappointment, your arm leaning on the counter next to you as you stare.

"Didn't know I had a babysitter on my hands—" he mumbles as he fishes a cigarette out, shoving the pack into the inside pocket of his blazer, "Did they pay you extra for that?"

"Very funny," you smile as your eyes shift between the lighter and the cigarette he holds, "Just make sure to invite me to your funeral when you die of lung cancer."

"If I'm dying at an early age it definitely won't be from lung cancer." He laughs dryly, his fingers fiddle with the lighter; the cap is already hinged up, and you watch as his thumb scrapes the gear across the other, sending flames lighting on and off again, and he glances up at you, "Wanna try one?"

You blink. It was all light teasing up to this point, but this actually makes you nervous, apprehensive even. It's dark outside, and it's only the two of you in this building; that fact makes you startlingly aware of every action, every rustle of his clothes, every clang of the machines around you.

"C'mon, babysitter," he chides, the teasing lilt at the edge of his voice sending shivers up your spine, "Give it a spin."

"This counts as peer pressure, you know."

"I think we're a little bit more than just 'peers', but whatever makes you feel better."

You feel the heat on the back of your neck, tensing as you debate the action of smoking a highly addictive cancer stick that you've been warned your entire life not to touch. You know he won't actually care or berate you if you don't end up taking it, but you think that he might be just as addicting as the cigarette. He lights the end, and you can smell the burnt tobacco already—it smells rich and masculine, much like him.

"Here, I'll go first so you don't have to." He helps himself, his lips wrapping around the paper. You don't think you've ever seen anything as attractive as the man in front of you inhaling, the muscle in his neck tensing for just a second before he exhales, blowing the smoke out of his lungs into the air that surrounds you.

Well, shit.

Your fingertips graze against his as he hands the cigarette over to you, your fingers tingling from his touch, your heart beating out of your chest as you bring it to your mouth. You inhale sharply, the nicotine making its way down your lungs before you end up coughing, a dry hack escaping your puffy lips as you cover your mouth. He has the decency to turn away while a hint of a smile plays on his lips, leaving you swallowing to gather the saliva down your esophagus; it helps, but your windpipe still feels bare and dirty, and you shake your head, laughing.

"Get this thing out of my hands," you smile, embarrassed as you give the stupid thing back to him, "I dunno how you do it."

"It's probably better that you don't enjoy it," he affirms, before his eyes catch the edges of the top of the cigarette. There are wet streaks that line where your mouth was— they're wet, but not wet enough to be saliva, and he tilts his head, his tongue peeking out to his teeth, "You're not wearing gloss by any chance?"

"Chapstick." You flush slightly, pressing your lips together, "Strawberry-scented."

He hums, breathing out a puff of smoke playfully into your face—you wrinkle your nose, waving your hand to blow the smoke away but it stings your eyes anyways, and he laughs, taking another hit.

"Wanna try something else?" His mouth says the words but he doesn't look at you, his eyes staring ahead to the moon that shines above you, the buildings whose lights slowly begin to flicker off as the day comes to an end.

"You don't think you've influenced me enough?"

"It's called shotgun smoking," his eyes flit towards yours, completely ignoring your question, "I breathe the smoke to you— just for fun of course."

"...Of course." You echo his words blankly, your heart thundering in your chest as he shifts closer, his body domineering over yours. Your hands grip the railing of the deck you stand on, watching as he maneuvers his hand right next to yours, turning his body so that he's right in front of you, you can't help but laugh, "Isn't this just forced secondhand smoking?"

His lips quirk up into a smirk. "Whatever helps you feel better."

With that, he lifts the cigarette, inhaling another puff of smoke. The butt of the cigarette faces you, and you think it might be the sun as it glows a fiery, angry orange, the bits of paper crisping up to black as they float down onto your clothes. He leans in closer, his lips only inches away from yours, and he softly exhales.

Oh.

The scent of him is addicting, his arms trapping you against the edge as you breathe in the smoke, you don't cough this time, but you honestly think you might've disliked it if it weren't for him muddling all of your senses. The gray smoke overwhelms your nerves, it's dizzyingly bad how good it feels spasming in your chest, settling into your stomach. His hands lay flush against your own, heat emanating from every part of his body, and you're fleetingly aware of how close he is to you.

Fuck it.

Your hands grasp the collar of his shirt, and he lets out a muffled gasp of surprise as your lips connect with his. His lips are hot—it's actually warm— moving fluidly against yours. They're chapped, his bottom lip more than his top lip, but you don't really mind, not with the way his hand cups your neck and his head tilts to the side, his jaw flexing as he kisses you deeper.

His lips feel like liquid fire on yours, wreaking havoc where they spread, burning up your will to not consume him. You've always known he was a dangerous man, but this feels so much better than you could've imagined; he's greedy and needy as he kisses you, and you smile when his right hand drops the cigarette to reach for your waist instead, the burning smoke long forgotten when you're right there.

You separate your lips from his, a dazed grin on your face, as he moves his head with yours, breathing heavily under hushed tones. "Wasn't that more enjoyable than a cigarette?" Your thumb reaches up to his mouth, smearing the little bit of your chapstick to the rest of his lips. He can smell the sickeningly saccharine scent of strawberry invade his brain. It smells like you.

"Can we do that again?" His voice is lower and huskier, staring unabashedly at your lips. They're so smooth compared to his, pillowy and soft, the taste of your chapstick lingers on his tongue—fuck, he can barely think straight.

You smile, crossing your arms. "No cigarettes for two weeks."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

— aki hayakawa, shizuo heiwajima, geto suguru, keishin ukai, shikamaru nara, hirotaka nifuji, sniper mask, gray fullbuster, loid forger, simon 'ghost' riley, plus your other faves!

a/n: yeah i know half of these are ooc but i just wanted to include my fave smokers in one thing ugh i would destroy my lungs (among other things) for them

also genderbent shoko is definitely on this list

[uchihaculture]

Gray & Juvia by 序川_

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Natsu: I heard you like bad boys

Lucy:

Natsu: Tell her, Gray

Gray, not looking up: He's the worst

[shi-yin-drawings]

Happy 10th Gruvia week! I haven't forgotten about these two.

These are no themes in particular because I'm terrible at following them. Just wanted to submit something that could make fans happy! And what better way to celebrate than to redraw the wedding art I first made 6 years ago 😆 You can look up #gruvia in my blog for the old art because apparently posting links here means that my post might not show up in tags?

[imyourcoopid]

"I'm glad you are alive"

[acnologias-ass]

I thought I'd redraw a piece I made last year of this brotp 💙 (I wasn't going to make a bg but then went overboard whoops 😅)