#grell x reader

[envy-of-the-apple]

pt 2 cuz so many ppl asked!

Part one

ok fine so maybe he isnt adverse to lavender BUT you still have a demon problem on your hands! sure he hasn't hurt you, yet, but all demons are waiting for their chance and you needed to strike back first!

you happen to see her outside. maybe you were doing yardwork or something when you see a blur of red stumbling about in the bushes. Naturally, you help the woman out, along with getting out that weird jagged contraption she insists on carrying around with her. she thanks you happily and is more than happy to tell you that her name is Grell and she was currently on her way to see 'bassy' but these days he had been hiding from her.

"Hiding?" You repeat. "wait...you’re saying he's scared of you?"

"Yes!" She strikes a pose. "He's terrified that my dashing looks might charm him."

you're not sure if thats the reason...but it is very odd that he hasn't turned up yet. the demon hates intruders, you know what he's done to the last guy who tried to get into the estate. Yet, grell is just fine waltzing around.

No way...he was avoiding of her.

She was your charm!

You take her hands in your own and passionately declare how touched you were by her commitment to winning ("...bassy" ugh it was so hard to say it without gagging) over, and you want to help her. Absolutely delighted, she agrees and you two instantly become 'best friends'.

You invite grell over all the time. she's your friend after all. you two do everything together, practically connected at the hip. You two even have sleepovers together (you're not a big fan of those, considering all what she does is go on and on about how much she loves that terrifying demon).

Your master does agree for Grell to keep visiting when you ask him. He's up for anything that might piss Sebastian off.

"Though, I'm elated this vexes sebastian...are you sure about this? that women is insane." He tells you after you tell him about your 'new bestie'.

And yeah, he's right. its clear that Grell isn't human, but she isn't a demon. and you'd prefer that over Hell.

Much to your delight, Sebastian does stay away. he is no longer lingering around when you're cleaning rooms cuz Grell is right next to you, blabbering about the hot men she saw on the way over here. You dont feel his presence right by your door at night anymore because Grell is in bed beside you...hogging all the blankets that bitch. still! it's working! you feel peace.

until....things go wrong.

eventually Grell starts to slowly put some pieces together. If she's being completely honest...she's not too sure what she ever saw in sebastian. he's hot but...he's also a bastard who has tried to kill her numerous times. and the thrill of lusting after him was starting to get a little old...but you're new.

You care about her. When she's rambling about things, you're humming and nodding along. You laugh at some of the jokes she makes. You tell her how pretty she is...you're just a thousand times better than that nasty demon who nearly got her canned.

"We should get married!" Grell declares.

"Ah," you say, not really listening. "You and Sebastian?"

"No, silly. Me and you!"

...what?

Suddenly your charm becomes yet another supernatural entity that's obsessed with you.

She chases follows you around the manor, telling you the flower decor she wants and what kinds of music she wants to be played. You try to dissuade her with multiple excuses: she's a paranormal entity ("thats alright! i love you for who you are<3"), you're too young to be getting married ("we can wait!"), but each one is just chopped down.

Eventually, you're forced to hide in a broom closet to get away from her. When you glance over, Sebastian is right next to you.

Oh...he was hiding too.

when you ask for a truce…he agrees. You two were in the same boat after all.

"Can't you just...get rid of her?" You plead.

He smiles, but it looks pained.

"Unfortunately, the young master declared that unless that woman specifically bothers him...she is not to be harmed."

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

You should've stuck with the demon butler.

Part three

[animeyanderelover]

Yandere Black Butler characters (Sebastian, Ciel, Alois, Claude, Grell, William, undertaker, Agni and Soma) reaction to a s/o who hides a moth tattoo on the front of her neck but she covers it up with makeup to avoid discrimination from the public.

(Ignore this if you want. it's a bit of a weird ask, but I had this in my head for a while)

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, overprotective behavior, abduction

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz @vxleriaris

S/o has a moth tattoo

Ciel Phantomhive

☕​Well, both of you have to cover up a part of your body to avoid unwanted attention. In Ciel's case that's his eyes embedded with the contract and in your case it is your neck on which your tattoo is inked on. Tattoos are still looked down upon in society and as someone who has to uphold the reputation of the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel certainly has some expectations. When both of you attend high social gatherings he always sees it through that you were dresses and clothes that cover your neck or that makeup covers the moth tattoo. It's a small thing to hide though so it doesn't bother him too much as it barely takes any time. In the mansion itself though you are free to walk around without any makeup hiding your tattoo- as long as there are no guests over of course. Overall Ciel doesn't mind the tattoo as it is only one small one. In fact probably everyone in the mansion knows soon about the tattoo and no one really discriminates you for it though he still prefers if otherwise the secret stays within those walls. His "tattoo" though will remain a secret from everyone- including yours. After all it would be much harder to explain a tattoo embedded in his eyes.

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛​As a demon silly, little human discriminations and costums are of little to no meaning for Sebastian. He is merely playing the part until he gets to devour the soul of his master. To him your tattoo is nothing that has to be hidden as he is in fact rather endeared by it. Moths are widely associated with death after all so it is fascinating that you chose the nocturnal insect to be displayed on your neck. If you really insist on covering it up in public though Sebastian will merely sigh before helping you with makeup and clothes to hide it from the eyes of everyone. When both of you are alone though, he's quick to reveal your neck and remove the makeup covering the ink on your skin. It's such a pretty, little tattoo after all and you chose such a gorgeous part of your body for it to be inked upon. Due to your tattoo being on your neck, Sebastian certainly feels more inclined to kiss your neck all the time. If you have second thoughts at time about your decision to ever get this tattoo, Sebastian is quick to reassure you. Humans are fickle with their customs and decisions. He's confident that in a few decades- for him equal to the blink of an eye- the shame around tattoos will have faded away. You'll get to witness it for yourself.

Alois Trancy

👅​Alois has little shame of anything. He is indeed a spoiled brat who does whatever he wants and is backed by four demon servants who obey him, no matter how crude and cruel he may act. He all but adores your tattoo. It's skillfully inked upon your skin and it helps you to stand out amongst the crowd. With him as your lover, you also don't have to worry about covering up the spot on your neck. Even if you would want to, Alois doesn't let you. No one from his servants could care less about your tattoo as all of them are demons anyways. Even during social gatherings though with influential guests Alois doesn't even let you touch your neck with any makeup or collars to hide the moth from the eyes of others. Instead he forces you to wear dresses that expose your neck fully and your tattoo with it. If anyone dares to make a discriminating comment or look at your neck in disgust, Alois covers for you with his explosive temper. It may be extreme but he doesn't allow anyone to shame you. In fact he probably ends up insulting the as blant and boring. He might just get a matching tattoo over time in the same spot as you even if Claude would advice him against it.

Claude Faustus

🕷️​How ironically fitting your tattoo seems to be considering the situation you find yourself in. After all are you not a little moth who flew too close to the perceived light only to end up trapped in the spider's web? Generally speaking, your tattoo doesn't matter to Claude. He won't discriminate you over some ink on your skin. After all it is well crafted and he likes the animal you chose as moths are usually connected to darker parts of the world. However, he is also more adamant that you cover it up as you have to fit in with society for now. Maybe then he sometimes thinks that you perhaps could have chosen a less obvious spot for it but as it doesn't take more than a minute to cover up the math tattoo, he never complains to you about it. When you are simply staying in the house he prepared for you, you don't have to cover up at all. It's only him there with you after all and he won't bother to complain and discriminate like humans would over your tattoo. He'd probably be inclined to complain more if it wouldn't be well done in his eyes as Claude is a painful perfectionist in which case he would probably insist to redo it because he could do it better.

Grell Sutcliff

🟥​Darling, don't worry. All problems can be solved with a chainsaw and luckily she is in possession of one. If you want to, she could simply silence anyone who has ever dared to look down on you for having a tattoo. Or remove their tongue at least. As a woman who is fire and flame for you, Grell would gladly spill blood for you. It is her love language after all. However, she will show restraint if you ask her to and additionally because William tends to be suspicious of her all the time. She is obsessed with your tattoo though. It suits you so well and it looks so gorgeous on you and she has made countless photos of it fully visible. Strongly objects to the notion of you covering it up with clothes and makeup. It does break her heart to witness how the world boxes you into a place where you have to hide your full beauty. As a lady who is going to abduct you sooner or later though those days are numbered. The moment you are in her company you will never have to feel ashamed about your tattoo. Until then though she will encourage you with anonymous love letters and will threaten all those who made you feel like you have to hide your tattoo with death threats written in actual blood.

William T. Spears

📒​Well, let's just say that William isn't necessarily thrilled with the decision that you made. You should have known better after all that in the current society a tattoo would do more harm than it would do good. If you hope for any sympathy from his side, just don't. In fact do yourself the favor and keep any frustration about your situation a secret. In William's opinion you don't have any right to complain about your situation and the shame you might feel as you should have known what you got yourself into when you received the tattoo. This is your fault so you shouldn't have to be surprised by the consequences that now follow. There could have been worse motives but it has to be said that moths symbolising death is an ironic tattoo considering that he is a grim reaper. He is already surrounded by enough death during work yet your tattoo continues to remind him of it even when he isn't working- a rare occurrence in itself. Now, he may not specifically tell you verbally to cover up but you are still aware of the way his gaze often drifts to your neck. He may just prefer for you to cover it up initially as he isn't used to seeing a lot of people with tattoos even if he would never tell you this.

Undertaker

⚰️​Undertaker has always been someone who defied even the traditions of the grim reapers and so it's no wonder that your tattoo fascinates him so much. After all there is still such a stigma around the practice of inking symbols on one's skin and it is such a shame that you feel the need to cover it up when you are under people. Especially since you chose a moth of all possible animals which fits in rather well with his aesthetic. Whenever you visit his humble shop he gets usually is quick to rub away any makeup covering your tattoo with his sleeves. No reason to hide such a pretty tattoo when you are with him. As someone who likes to act like he is more silly than he in reality is, he probably ends up sketching ideas for potential other tattoos if you should be interested- all connected to death and the afterlife. You may even one day enter to find out that he has doodled something similar on himself to match you. Who knows, one day he may even get something permanent to match your tattoo. He likes to think of his shop as your safe heaven where you can just be your wonderful weird self without having to worry about being judged. He is no small-minded individual after all.

Soma Asman Kadar

🍛​What a culture shock this is indeed. Poor Soma is so confused on your insistence to cover up your tattoo in makeup and put on clothes that conceal your neck. It isn't until Agni pulls him aside to explain to him that differently from India where tattoos have a history of ancient practice, in England having any is still frowned upon. To Soma who fiercely adores you and loves everything about you, this quickly becomes unacceptable. He doesn't see the need for you to feel ashamed enough to feel like you have to hide parts of your beauty. Good intentions are certainly there but the way he applies them into practice often comes over as far too rash and insensitive. Whenever you dress up to attend events he often bursts into the room without knocking to grab your makeup and run away or help you choose clothes which allow your tattoo to be visible. It's especially distressing if the two of you are already under people and he tries to wipe your makeup off. Agni has to do damage control and often has to cover Soma's mouth when he is about to tell someone that you have a tattoo as you don't want others to know. Agni also has to hold him back when someone says something bad about your tattoo.

Agni

🤜​As someone who holds reverent affection for you, it does pain Agni whenever he has to watch how you see yourself forced to hide a part of you to appease the public. It is an unfortunate part of the time and the region that you live in and he hopes that you do not think less of yourself due to the moth tattoo. The symbolism of the moth may be a bit more malevolent due to the insect's connection to death but as a former criminal he has no right to judge you for something that hasn't harmed anyone- differently than he has. He complies with your wishes though, offers to apply the foundation on your neck to cover the tattoo and helps to choose your dresses with high collars. In private space though, he assures you that you can make yourself comfortable by not concealing your neck in any way as he considers your tattoo to be a very beautiful piece of art that you don't have to hide from his eyes. He deals with criticism of your decision to get a tattoo far better than his younger master though as he doesn't let his temper get the better of him. Usually he stirs you quietly away from such people instead to avoid a confrontation unless it can't be avoided.

[jinisnuggets]

༊*·˚ 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖗 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉

INCLUDES | Ciel, Sebastian, Grell, Undertaker, Alois, Vincent,

READER | Gn

GENRE | Fluff, Headcanons

WARNINGS | Mention of the word seductive in a non suggestive way

WORD COUNT | 0.3k (50ish per character)

A/N | Is there any other character from Black Butler who'd you like me to add to these headcanons? Please let me know :D

🪻 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌

Sebastian

He's the loving type and there's nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Despite being a demon, he'll make sure you're his monarch and he's only ever doing what you ask of him. Of course, due to his personality, he'd absolutely love to tease you, but it's more of a love language for him.

Undertaker

His way of showing affection is far more seductive; teasing you often with heart-fluttering jokes and close proximity. He knows the best ways to edge you on and it's really what he wants, however when you do the same he'd tend to get more intimate (in a fluffy way).

Vincent

This man knows he's attractive and what's the least he can do than shower his S/O with gifts and love. He knows his partner's interests and likes, so it's quite simple to pick out good and high quality gifts, and although it isn't common, he doesn't mind physical affection such as hugs or kisses.

🪻 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉

Ciel

What more can you expect from our tsundere king. Ciel isn't the best at expressing his emotions and because of it, it often causes him to come off as cold to his S/O.. however, he is an easily flustered boy, who will definitely become flushed in blush if his partner is just one step too close. He will often buy his partner gifts though.

Alois

He's been through a lot, so he doesn't enjoy the company of someone more than that of his S/O. Now, Alois is a great lover, fight the wall; but he's also quite clingy, and that is mainly because of his fear to lose yet another important person to him, so he'd often have nightmares where he'd need to cuddle up in between your arms.

🪻 𝕭𝖔𝖙𝖍

Grell

There's no need to say, they'd shower you with complements and absolutely die when you do the same. Their affection has no limit and they're willing to sacrifice absolutely anything for you, and of course, they love it when you show the same level of care and sincerity for them.

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2025 .°˖✧

Day 5: First kiss

Pairing(s): Grell Sutcliff x Gn!Reader

A/N: The reader is human

Divider Creds (in order): @/strangergraphics, @/omi-resources, @/xycrowlo

It had been a few months since you’d taken up the habit of strolling through a few of London’s parks, and over time, one in particular began to call you back. From Regents Park to Kensington Gardens, you had wandered them all, but this place seemed to stay with you. Your walks at Hyde Park always began at sundown and carried on until the edge of midnight.

The reason you kept returning wasn’t the scenery, it was a certain redhead. You never managed to catch her name, yet night after night, she lingered at the edges of your thoughts, oddly captivating you in ways you couldn’t explain.

It had all started one night when you spotted her in the park, carrying a weapon unlike anything you had seen before. At the time, you had no name for the contraption, and it was only later that you came to learn it was called a chainsaw. In a moment of either daring or foolishness, you still weren’t sure which, you chose to approach her.

She seemed taken aback by your willingness to speak with her. Her eyes lingered on you, especially your face, as though she hadn’t expected anyone to approach her, not with that striking hair and the even stranger style of her attire– maybe the fact that it was nighttime and that she was carrying a weapon didn’t help either.

Well, as odd as she seemed, she was willing to reciprocate with conversation when you randomly decided to talk as if you had been old pals. She stayed, she listened, and she was more than charming with it, which is why it came as a surprise when she revealed that she was often the subject of rather rude comments.

Maybe it was the exhaustion from the day’s work, but neither her off putting attire, her unusual manner of speech, nor even the fact that she carried a weapon was enough to deter you. You had to see her again. And so, a kind of unofficial routine was born, one of you would linger in the park to see if the other might appear. More often than not, you both did.

-

That night, you arrived at the park as usual, and it was as chilly as the nights before had been. You had been waiting longer than usual, the chill of the evening was especially getting to you, and you had begun to think she wasn’t coming. It wasn’t entirely bizarre, she’d typically show up the next night and apologize by saying she had sudden work come up.

You were about to let your negative thoughts consume your cheery mood when suddenly a familiar flash of red appeared through the darkness of night.

It was that red head you had been so captivated by, Grell, that was her name. She was bold, flamboyant, and impossibly striking, something you could never forget. She strode toward you with the chainsaw slung casually over one shoulder, the metallic glint catching the lamplight.

It was incredibly impressive and concerning at how little she cared if someone were to see.

“Well, well, well,” Grell’s voice carried through the quiet, theatrical as always. “If it isn’t my favorite late night companion.” She paused, sweeping an arm as if presenting the park itself. “And here I was thinking I might be lonely this evening.”

You laughed despite yourself, the tension of waiting eased away with whatever anxiety induced thoughts you had left. “Seems we both enjoy the night, that’s good to know” you said, trying to maintain your composed appearance.

You both got back into your routine, and with a bit of pushiness from Grell, walked together through the dimly lit paths. Conversation between the two of you flowed with ease, even after all this time it still surprised you.

Grell was as lively as always, telling the craziest of stories, gesturing with her hands, and somehow making even moments that were reserved for quietness, feel full of energy. Every now and then, her gaze would settle on you a little longer than usual, a mischievous smirk on her lips.

Eventually, you stopped beneath an ancient oak, its branches swayed in the night breeze. The laughter faded, leaving a quiet that felt heavier than it should’ve. Your eyes met Grell’s, and for the first time, the teasing and flamboyance fell away, leaving something raw and unspoken between you.

Grell tilted her head, a small, almost shy smile breaking through her usual dramatic self. “You know,” she murmured, voice softer now, “I’ve been waiting for something like this, like you.”

Before you could respond, Grell leaned in, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that was sudden and intoxicating. Her hands rested lightly on your shoulders, her fingers trembling just enough to betray the intensity behind her usual theatrics. As you returned the kiss instinctively, your heart raced, and for a moment, the rest of the world fell away, leaving only the two of you beneath the night sky.

And then, in the brief pause as your foreheads nearly touched, you noticed something you hadn’t before. Despite the laughter and energy she always brought, there was a flicker of sadness behind her eyes. It was fleeting but undeniable.

It intrigued you, and you chased for an answer, though you instead noticed something else. Something you hadn’t before.

Her yellow green eyes were the next thing you noticed. They were never worth noticing but now that you were up this close… They were striking and unlike anything you had ever seen, and caught your attention in a way nothing had before. There was something unsettling in their clarity, something that made your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t name. It was confusing, like a small part of you recognized something unfamiliar and almost frightening. You began to wonder more about her, why didn’t you know anything? You’ve been doing these hangouts for a couple days short of 2 months and yet you knew nothing about her but her name.

The realization made the kiss feel heavier, more unforgettable. And it left a lingering, uneasy wonder in your chest.

When you finally parted, breathless, Grell’s eyes sparkled with mischief and something warmer, something you couldn’t quite recognize. “Well,” she said with a grin, “that was certainly overdue, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, still processing, and together you started the walk back to your usual spot in the park. The conversation resumed, but quieter now, less about jokes and more about simple observations, the way the lamplight reflected off the paths, the distant rustle of leaves. Every so often, your eyes flicked to hers, and each time, that peculiar sharpness, that odd intensity, reminded you that there was far more to Grell than you had ever guessed– or would ever know.

It left you unsettled, but you were still undecided if it was a bad thing. Somehow, the park felt even more alive with her beside you, and the routine you had fallen into suddenly carried a new weight, a new excitement, and a curiosity you couldn’t afford to ignore anymore.

[starshapedteeth]

"I don't get the Grell hype!"

"Grell is a man arfarfarfafr"

"Grell's such a bad character!"

Shut the fuck up and get in the electric chair

[dark-konohagakure2]

threesome with grell & sebastian x grell’s sister? maybe a bit of knife play on sebastian’s part?

tw: incest, sibling incest, dub/noncon, threesome, mild SebaGrell, manipulation, coercion, knife play, female pronouns for Grell

All characters depicted are 18+

Grell is always lamenting the fact that Sebastian doesn't reciprocate her passionate feelings for him, and the person she'll lament this to the most is her dear younger sister. The younger sister will feel pity for her sister, so she'll attempt to reason with Sebastian and talk him into giving her elder sister a chance, but she doesn't know how to talk the butler into it.

Sebastian is a gentleman, so he's open to negotiating with such a fine young woman, on one condition; she let's him indulge in her body. She doesn't want to sleep with someone she barely knows, especially not a demon, so she'll go crying to her sweet big sister that she doesn't want to do that, even for her sake.

But as soon as Grell is told the terms of getting her chance with Sebastian, she's immediately on board, already dressing both herself and her sister in their prettiest dresses (both of which are the color red obviously), when her little sister cries about how she doesn't want to sleep with a demon, Grell will simply shush her, she's not going to let her sister's whining get in the way of true love.

When the sisters finally meet up with Sebastian, Grell is instantly all over the tall, dark, and handsome butler, clinging to him while showing off how cute both she and her little sister are just for his pleasure.

"Oh isn't my baby sister just too adorable, Bassy~?! She's a delicate little baby doll so be very gentle with her, darling~!"

Of course Sebastian doesn't honor Grell's request, and she doesn't enforce it either, letting the demon do whatever he wants to her own sister, Sebastian will even hold a knife against the girl's delicate neck as he's forcing his way inside of her. It's just harmless enough looking silverware, but in Sebastian's hands it's a very deadly weapon.

Grell can't help herself after a while, her cock is getting painfully hard at the sight of her 'lover' dominating her younger sister in such a way, so she'll decide to join in, gently forcing her own cock into her sister's whiny mouth, Sebastian is completely unphased by this sight, he's a demon after all, so he's witnessed and partaken all types of depravities.

Grell is much more gentle than Sebastian, she loves her little sister more than anything (besides her darling Bassy), so she doesn't want to harm the little lady as she fucks her virgin throat. Sebastian isn't as kind, letting his gentlemanly facade go entirely since no humans are around to witness what a horrible beast he truly is beneath his posh butler charade.

Sebastian is a very well endowed demon despite his lean physique, even in his human form his cock is enough to break any virgin hole he decides to fuck, and if he was in his demon form his cock alone would almost be enough to kill the poor grim reaper.

"Well done, little reaper, you managed to take my entire cock without breaking. I'm sure your big sister trained you good and proper in the ways of being an obedient little whore..."

Grell will take her sister home after that, excitedly chatting her ear off about their next 'date' with Sebastian, and since the first date went so well for Grell and only Grell, she's without a doubt going to drag her poor sister along to the next one kicking and screaming.

[fortniteburger7]

Grell Sutcliff wahoo!!

[niilue]

“on my knees”

cw: sub!grell · male dom reader · blowjob (deepthroat) · face fucking · praise & degradation · choking · spanking · rough sex · multiple orgasms · unprotected sex · use of "whore/slut" as kink · consensual non-consent tones · a/n: ughhhhh. i love grell so much, i’d give everything for her 😭 please we need more sub grell content

the rain drummed against the dirty windows of the back alley behind the brothel on bracknell street. london, with its damp breath and decadent whispers, breathed a poisoned kind of eroticism that night. the fog slithered like an impatient lover between the cobblestones, and the streetlamps spilled an orange glow that felt too intimate for something so public.

grell sutcliff waited. leaning against the moss-covered wall, her red coat unbuttoned to reveal a nearly transparent silk blouse clinging to her damp skin. her scarlet hair, wet and gleaming like fresh blood, tumbled in messy waves over her back and shoulders. her lips were painted a deeper red, and her eyes, lined in black, scanned the mist with barely restrained hunger.

and then, you appear.

your boots strike with purpose, slicing through the murmur of the rain. no words are needed. grell recognizes you instantly. she straightens, like a feline sensing the right predator. her smile is both shameless and reverent.

"i knew you'd come..." she whispers, voice syrupy and husky. her body vibrates with anticipation, thighs clenched, heart pounding. she steps toward you, lowering her gaze in a spontaneous gesture of submission, though every fiber of her body screams theatricality.

you take her chin between gloved fingers. raise it firmly. her green eyes, blazing, meet yours. she knows there is no mercy there. only judgment.

"you’ve been playing, grell. i warned you not to."

she moans—not in pain, but from pure hunger. "i know... i’m sorry... but it’s so delicious to push your limits..."

you turn away. walk to the building’s back door and open it. you don’t look back. no need. her heels follow you obediently.

the room is modest. dark carpet. an oil lamp casting dancing shadows. a chair in front of a mirror, a black lace screen, and a bed draped in burgundy velvet sheets.

you close the door with a definitive click.

"undress."

the word drops like a seal.

grell doesn’t hesitate. her fingers tremble as she unbuttons the soaked blouse. each button a silent act of obedience. it falls wet and gleaming to the floor. then the corset. the straps. the skirt. until she stands in only black stockings and lace garters. her pale skin stark against it all.

you sit in the chair. watching. taking your time. because that’s what grell needs. not promises. not tenderness.

direction.

"kneel."

she gasps. her body moves before her mind. knees hit the carpet, stockings stretching. her hair cascades like a crimson curtain over an altar of profane devotion.

"i’m not an easy lady... but for you... i kneel."

the phrase is a whisper, soaked in adoration and lust, spoken like a blasphemous prayer.

your fingers touch her face. then tangle in her hair. you pull hard enough to make her lift her chin and look up at you. that expression. that complete surrender that lives only for you.

"then show me."

grell obeys. her hands, delicate, rest on your thighs. she slowly unbuckles your belt, your pants, freeing you. her breath trembles as she feels the heat of your hardened cock against her face. she opens her lips with wicked devotion, taking you in without hesitation, letting out a muffled moan that vibrates from deep in her throat.

she swallows every inch like a punishment-starved creature, lips red and stretched, wet and gleaming with spilled saliva. her cheeks flush, mascara smudged. she looks up at you as her mouth works desperately to please. every thrust from you earns a choked moan from her.

"swallow, precious slut. i don’t want a single drop outside your mouth."

she moans around your cock, obedient, as you hold her head and set the rhythm—hard, unrelenting. her throat opens without resistance. she gags, but doesn’t stop. she wants it. craves it. offers herself with tears streaking her cheeks, moaning as if her only joy is being used by you until the end.

when you decide she’s done, you pull back with a growl. she gasps for air, makeup smeared, chest trembling. she licks her stained lips like a proud whore who’s served well.

"please... give me more..." she pants. "i want to feel you... inside."

you shove her onto the bed. she falls back, legs open, trembling. you position over her, thrusting in without warning. grell screams, arching. you fill her completely.

you take her without mercy. your hips crash into her flesh with brutal rhythm. the sound of skin on skin fills the room. she screams, moans, begs incoherently. you only grunt, mark her neck, bite her shoulder as you claim her.

"this what you wanted, whore? to be fucked like an obedient slut?"

"yes! yes, please, don’t stop!"

her nails claw your back. her body shakes beneath you, soaked, burning, utterly submissive. you give her more. deeper. harder. until she unravels, screaming your name with an orgasm that shatters her.

and you don’t stop.

because you’re not done showing her what it means to be yours.

grell had barely caught her breath when you grabbed her hair, roughly, forcing her to roll over onto her stomach across sheets soaked in sweat and desire. her body still trembled with the spasms of her previous orgasm, but you gave her no mercy.

"who said you were done?"

she gasped, voice ragged, broken by excitement. "no one... i’m still yours."

you spread her legs with your knee, holding her wrists behind her back with one hand. your other hand traced slowly down her spine, claiming territory, until it reached the curve of her ass.

"tonight you won’t be worshipped, grell. tonight you’ll be used. like the filthy whore you are for me."

a harsh smack to her ass made her scream, not in pain, but in craving. another. and another. until her skin flushed red and quivered under your fingers. each strike was an unspoken sentence. each gasp, a barely held plea.

"count."

"one... ah... two... three..."

her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop counting until you chose to. then, without letting go of her wrists, you took her again, from behind. your body slammed into hers with a brutal, deep thrust. she screamed your name like it was all she had left.

"look at you... dripping wet... you fucking love being fucked like a submissive bitch, don’t you?"

"yes, yes, yes, fuck! i’m yours!~"

your rhythm turned savage, almost feral. each thrust shoved her into the bed, her moans became screams, her body wholly surrendered to your will. the room reeked of sex, sweat, burning skin. of you. of her. of shared sin.

you released her just long enough to flip her again and drag her to the edge of the bed. one hand wrapped around her throat as you slammed back into her. your eyes locked on hers, burning with power, with hunger. her mouth hung open, moaning your name like a forbidden prayer.

"who are you, grell? say it."

"i’m yours... only yours... your slut, your toy, whatever you want..."

"that’s right."

when you came inside her again, you did it mercilessly, filling her with every drop, forcing her to hold your gaze. there was no tenderness. only domination.

and she wanted nothing else.