#grell x reader

[insanecowboy]

grell domestic hcs as her spouse pls?

GRELL DOMESTIC HEADCANONS AS HER SPOUSE

- you and grell probably struggle to find time together because of her job

- when you do both have free time, grell loves to pamper you

- making baths, cooking for you, etc

- just small acts of service to make your day a little easier

- she loves getting you gifts, or even better making them herself from scratch ! 

- i feel like she would really like art && would use painting or poetry as a coping mechanism. 

- because of that you would be her muse

- grell calls you corny cheesy nicknames like honey bear &&  sugar woogie boogie doo doo buns. this is purely out of spite because she knows it makes you want to figuratively vomit. 

- ( if you wear / like makeup ) she definitely would want to do ur makeup and let you do hers

- gossips about sebastian to you

- she tries to not come home all bloody, usually washing up before coming back to your home.

- she just wants to love someone, and have that person love her back 

[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.

[razbrry]

can we get some hcs for how grell expresses their love for their s/o?

note 💋— we love our girl!! is this shorter than the usual? soso sorry if it is. ;(

showing you love— ft. grell sutclif

have you seen grell with seb?

imagine that x15.

YOU’RE COOKED… in the best way possible.

she showers you with physical affection, always throwing herself at you for no clear reason at all.

just love

and you love it yourself, don’t you?

when i say that she throws herself at you, i’m being quite literal.

grell is practically glued to you, laying her hand on your shoulder and nuzzling your arm.

or just drop dead in your arms dramatically works too! that one is quite repetitive.

grell finds your face absolutely darling.

she’s really into a pretty face!

expect to have her gloved hand to come up and squeeze your face until your lips are all puckered up.

you practically MELT.

she parades you around!

whether you find it embarrassing or not, it’s very reassuring.

“is there seriously more for today’s to-die list? you wound me, williaaaaam. i need some time for my lover too!”

and you’re literally right next to her as she says this.

next to her like you have been ALL DAY.

oh oh, and matching outfits!

DEFINITELY matching outfits.

grell’s expectations are so comically high. they’re just satire fantasies of hers, though.

she’ll take all the affection you give her and that will get her going!

comically high being:

“you jump, i jump, remember? i can’t turn away without knowing you’ll be alright!”

oh, grell daring, that’s… the titanic movie.

[gojoidyll]

grell, undertaker x reader (separate)

note ; i know there are more grim reapers than these two, but ... 🥹 i- i haven't gotten far in black butler in a long while... these two are the only reapers i remember 😭🤧 but i hope you still enjoy !!

requested @genshin-or-starrail-something

GRELL enjoyed talking with you. Well, Grell says it's "talking" but you swear it was more like she was blatantly bullying you. Teasing maybe. But it was bullying nonetheless! She liked poking fun at you, maybe stealing something that belonged to you making you look everywhere for it. And then there was the constant tickling. Ok, it wasn't actually tickling, but there was this one spot on your body that with one, single poke had you withering on the floor in tears.

"You're so cute!"

Her teasing voice echoed slightly as you looked underneath the sofa for the sixth time that afternoon. Your eyes flicking over to her as you stood up straight, "am not! And for the last time, give it back to me already!"

She played dumb, acting as if she didn't steal your watch. Her lips puckering slightly as she whistled to herself, her eyes no longer on you as you huffed and marched over to her. And just as you got close to her, she grinned, her hand acting fast as she ran her fingers lightly against the spot below your ribs. The touch had you jerking to the side as you crumbled to the floor instantly.

"Grell!"

She merely laughed at you before dropping your watch into your lap.

You could never get UNDERTAKER to take you seriously. His lips were always stretched into a smile and his eyes were always hidden behind his hair. Even when you would have something serious to talk with him about, he always found a way to make it into a joking matter.

It was relieving in it's own way, but sometimes...

His hand was running gently through your hair, his fingernails dragging along your scalp as you struggled to stay awake.

Even when you tried to say something to him, he would shush you, and continue to run his fingers through your hair. He kept repeating the motion until you felt your eyes go heavy and the world fade to black behind your eyelids.

"Always working so hard... keep doing that, and you'll work yourself to death," he said with a hum. He stopped his fingers and gently laid a palm against the top of your head.

"And that wouldn't be funny at all."

[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.

[squiddy-god]

grell touch starved S/o

I'm so in love with her- I want to marry this women. If I had a nickel for every person with beautiful long red hair and a flare for dramatics I'd have at least 3 nickels. Need her to kill me... Trans queen

Gn! Reader

Okokok so grell had no fucking clue that the reason your so jumpy is because your touch starved

Like no clue

None at all

So grell, oblivious to the fact you are extremely touch starved, is a verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyy affectionate person

Like her and undertaker are probably tied for the most physically affectionate

She is however curious about why you always jump when she gives you random hugs or spontaneously pulls you in for a kiss

Now grell is by no means stupid, and while she may act a dramatic fool, grell is smart and cunning

So grell wants to know why you jump when she bestowes physical affection on you, however unlike sebastian who will figure it out on his own, grell will straight up come out and ask it, albeit dramatically

Grell is a very understanding person and surprisingly wont tease you about how shy you are to physical affection

So after talking about it with you grell ramps up her affection by 1000% but more gentle

What i mean is that she still gives you surprise hugs and spontaneous kisses but they’re more gentle, no longer tackling you into an embrace but rather soft hugs to hopefully spook you less,

Kisses are still dramatic tho

I mean come on? Its grell.

Randomly picks you up and spins you around before giving you a hug because ofc she would

Grell is one of the best about getting you to ask for affection on occasion but rest assured she gives it to you in truck fulls.

Grell is observant yes, but often times things will fly over her head,

Because of this its a 50/50 chance she picks up on your little hints at wanting affection but no worries, even if it goes over her head you’ll still get plenty of affection

Coos at you so much sknjkbhvgycftxdzrs

Like omg your so shy and cute and precious and-

Yeah grell thinks your just the cutest little thing

“Oh darling~ don’t be afraid it’s only me!~” she coos in your ear, flashing that sharp grin of hers.

Grell is surprisingly good with boundaries, if you say you don’t like a curtain kind of physical affection then it stops. That it, you don’t like it so she wont do it, she’ll find other ways to give you physical affection don’t worry

Grell is a good girlfriend and trust me, you’ll never be touch starved around this clingy grim reaper

[bomber-grl]

Grell Sutcliff Dating Hc! —☆⋆｡𖦹🖇️

Pairing(s): Grell Sutcliff x Gn!Reader

Disclaimer! I’ve only watched the anime and I’m semi aware of how she’s mischaracterized (according to others(?)) in it in comparison to the manga. So, these hc are solely based on the anime

We’ve seen how she is when she’s interested in someone and so just imagine her in an actual relationship 💀

She’s constantly fonding over you at minimum and spouting profanities you’d rather not have to hear again at most

I mean the fact you’re together is obviously because you matched her freak

Anyway, the more surface level of her personality is her constant coddling, hugs, and overall lovey dovey self

If anything it’s just her reaction to hot people which i can’t even blame😭

Now, if you’re more shy leaning Grell thinks you’re so cute

The urge to trap you in a bone crushing hug deepens immensely

However, if you’re more bold and straightforward she’ll really play into it

Again, everyone just disregards when she’s like this so she really falls head over heels x 2

And if you pick her up? Deceased x2

Obviously she’s glad to have you around for practically forever if you’re a divine being but if you’re human

The angst 😭

You’re the first person she’s every genuinely connected with and felt understood by

Especially with her identity

So I imagine you dying had crossed her mind a few times before but the thought was too painful to ever actually continue thinking it

So the day that she saw your name amongst the people she had to kill- two words

Mental breakdown

Either you choose to die by her hand or kys to become a grim reaper, literally the only solutions

It’s like that one audio where it’s like “bye Abby, I’ll see you when you wake up, and if you don’t wake up, I’ll still see you cause I’m gonna meet you in heaven or whatever

Sorry I just realized these are supposed to be relationship hc and not so gruesome 😭

Anyway, regardless of your race (?) Your relationship is still very much existent and there’s nothing grell or you could do about it

I mean I mighttt be going boarderline ooc like the the far depths sort of level but if you’re in a committed relationship and anyone alludes to you trying to leave her

Let’s just say we hope they don’t or she’ll be extra possessive to a crazy extent💀

Also if you’re constantly surrounding yourself with grell then you’re bound to interact with Ciel and his lot

So what I’m trying to say is, you’re like that one stereotypical couple with over the top PDA where it’s sickening to them

Also if you don’t like it (pda) she’ll be a bit sad but she’ll try to respect it

Now if you’re a romantic she’s constantly happy

Especially when you go out on a picnic, get her nice things and do silly things like carry her

Despite these “happier” moments there’s eventual solemn topics (like her death) that she talks about with you

I mean she’s sharing personal things with someone she trusts but it’s still nervwrecking

Also, you Can’t tell me Grell wouldn’t absolutely defend you with her life(?)

Even if it ends with her being trampled 💀

[shiganshinaslut]

18+||MINORS DNI

Cockwarming with Grell :( You sit on her lap with her cock deep inside your cunt, nuzzling your face against her chest in an attempt to hide how flustered you are as she rubs her pretty hands up and down your waist and coos at you, telling you how pretty you look dripping on her cock :(

[fortniteburger7]

Grell Sutcliff wahoo!!

[married-to-google-translater]

Grell sutcliff physical affection hcs?

Grell Sutcliff

Grell really is a big fan of physical affection.

She would love you a lot and would not hesitate to show it.

When you move together outdoors, a PDA would be a must.

Grell would love to hold your hand and give you kisses.

Although it's really not appropriate.

But she wouldn't care.

It would be more important to make you feel loved.

You would blush very often with her.

Grell would also love hugs.

The fact that she can hug you and be hugged by you.

Grell hugs would usually be really tight and passionate.

Especially after a hard day's work.

Usually in bed, Grell would like to have a small spoon.

It would just feel right.

Grell kisses would be really passionate.

Your whole face is covered in lipstick after the kisses.

She would give many little kisses.

Love bites would also be a thing in your relationship.

Usually they would be caused by Grell.

[vpyre]

Grell sutcliff smut hcs w/ switch fem afab reader pls?

You betcha! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it! It’s been a while since I’ve written something for her, so fingers crossed I pulled it off without being ooc lol

Grelle Sutcliff Smut Headcanons ❤️

Everything about her is intense, and that translates well to the bedroom. She’s just about the most passionate person you could possibly imagine. Spontaneous sex is a regular occurrence and so is body worship. She is utterly obsessed with you and your body and takes every opportunity to show it <3

Her absolute favorite thing to do to you is tease you in situations where you can’t do anything about it, like in front of others or out in public. It’s usually pretty subtle; swaying her hips a bit more when she walks, biting her lip while she thinks, licking her fingers off ridiculously slowly if you’ve gone somewhere to eat. She loves testing your restraint because it usually gets some enthusiastic results when the two of you find somewhere private.

Some other things she really enjoys doing to you are edging you, eating you out, and biting you. If you’re into pain, those teeth will give you a very good time. Them fuckers are sharp. And when she eats you out she savors every second; her tongue game is fucking heavenly

She loves being tied up; her favorite material is rope, with chains as a close second. She’s quite a masochist and about as far from vanilla as one can get. She likes to be humiliated just as much as she likes to be praised.

She’s an outright goddess when it comes to aftercare. She busts out the fluffy blankets, the tea/hot chocolate, and- if we’re talking modern AU- your favorite movies/tv shows. If you’re the one giving her aftercare, she’s extremely cuddly and very likely to fall asleep :)

[deathbxnny]

To say i had gasp when i saw Black Butler on your anime list was an understatement. This idea has been circulating on my mind for a while now, so can i request Undertaker, Grelle, and William T. Spears with a reader like Acrobatic Silky from Dandadan?

(For anyone reading this, please watch episode seven of the anime to not get spoiled)

Context:

(I’ll be writing this with the idea in mind of a female reader but you can make the reader gn by having them be afab)

Reader was a trained ballerina before she quits bc she got pregnant. She did everything for her daugther, even if it meant selling her body. But on the day of her daugther’s birthday, her pimps beats her up and took her daugther due to the reader taking some of the money that was supposed to be given to her pimps for her daugther. In the end, she got to a high place and danced herself to the edge to end herself in despair. Little did she know, she is now a reaper..

What if the said characters ive chosen were the ones to reap reader’s daugther’s soul and the said characters see the daugther’s memories of the reader and what happened on that fateful day, how would they react to what had happened to their lover?

Also also how would they react to the reader’s graceful fighthing style from her past experience as a ballerina?

I hope you’re doing well bxnny!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Bloody ballerina shoes. | William, Undertaker, Grell x Fem!Reader

Me actually posting something for once? Shocking, I know... also, I tried my best with the description you gave me, Flower Anon, so I hope you'll enjoy this!<3

Content: Heavy angst, mentions of past pregnancy, murder, death, hurt/comfort, vague and non-descriptive mentions of prostitution?, established romantic relationships

Reader is asked to be afab, but no pronouns are mentioned!

((Not proofread))

Song I listened to whilst writing:

》WILLIAM T. SPEARS

He never asked you about why you decided to perish that fateful day, and neither did you ever ask him. It was an unspoken rule between all death reapers, one that he naturally followed perfectly like always. But the curiosity at times nagged at him anyway, when he witnessed you in battle, so graceful and elegant on your feet, just like the ballerinas he had seen in passing whilst on the job.

William never overstepped further than that, however, knowing not to cross the border between trust and the past... that was until he met her. That girl, who looked so eerily similar to you. He was intelligent enough to quickly realise that this was more of a coincidence, as he watched her memories pour out of her frail body and envelope him in the familiarity of your kind image.

But the sight of you was haunting, painful even. Nothing like he knew you now. Your past was a shamefully tragic one, your best efforts to give your daughter a good life being for naught as you simply died an ironically stunning death.

When he returns to you, he sees says nothing about what he saw. But you knew that he knew from his warmer gaze, an understanding warmth in them that made you smile and shake your head. It was alright now. The past is past... only the future with him remains now.

》GRELL SUTCLIFF

When Grell is obsessed with someone, then she tends to want to know everything about them. And when they say everything, then it truly does mean everything.

So it comes to no one's surprise when she's very visibly curious over how you passed, although in a surprisingly more composed manner than usual. Even she knows her limits at times after all. If you are completely unwilling to speak about it, then she won't push you much further than that.

Yet her curiosity still remains as she tries to piece together the puzzle on her own in secret. Your beautiful movements on the battlefield remind her of a ballerina, something that leaves her as breathless as she remains clueless... but what did it all mean?

Nearly driven mad with this question, but unwilling to push you on it, her answer came in the form of your own dying daughter. As she draws those terrible memories out of her, your image strikes her in sudden surprise but also indescribable anger. Oh, how she'd hunt those monsters down to avenge you if she could! She's seething, she's angry, she's... saddened when your daughter takes her last breath.

Grell clinges onto you when she returns, crying into your shoulder pitifully as you comfort her with a sigh. You knew she must've found out somehow, yet she'll never talk about what she witnessed directly to you. She just hopes that her presence in your life will be enough for you to heal over time with her.

》THE UNDERTAKER

He somewhat already had an inkling about your past, although he never asks you directly about it. Your pasts are mostly mysteries to each other, and he finds that exciting... until it's not. There are moments in which he watches you with attentive green eyes, calmly contemplating what had led you to this very lovely moment you were spending together now.

You were elegant in your step, gentle in your movements, a certain flow to you that left people breathless in your presence, metaphorically and literally at times. He often wondered what cruel fate you had been subjected to before he met you, as some details about your past will forever be a mystery to him. Or so he thought.

He immideatly knew she was your daughter. You looked the same, he'd note with a spark of wonder in his eyes, as her memories rushed past him like a warm breeze on a summer evening. You looked so beautiful despite everything, the kindness in your soul reminding him of how lucky he was. And it saddened him that you'd never get to see your daughter again.

But the secrets of your past remained hidden, and he pretended like he didn't know a thing. It was peaceful that way, he figured, as he watched you beaming under the sun on a fine day out with him.

[razbrry]

Grell's reaction if she found out that her s/o painted several oil paintings of her and walked in and seeing her s/o in the middle of painting a VERY huge one. Grell being her s/o's muse is just so cute!

(also can i say that you're cooking a BUFFET and that grell lovers including me and my friends, really love your headcannons?)

note— babe… you have no idea how late i am to this. BUT ANYWHO SHE’S BACK AND #READY! thank you so much for the kind words, it was a greatly needed boost! MWA!!!!!—☆💋🍰

having her as your muse— ft. grell sutcliff

she’d flip out

i just imagine her doing a backflip in surprise

jkjk…

she’s definitely capable of doing so though.

besides that, jaw DROPPED.

heart DROPPED.

you must’ve done this on purpose! what do you want?! SHE DOESN’T KEEP HUMAN CURRENCY!

“you— you made these?!”

with that tiny voice from her butler persona.

did you make these? i dont know, but you just happen to be painting on one of them.

the BIG canvas.

such BEAUTY! such TALENT! what PERFECTION!

(sorry, but if these paintings weren’t lf her, she’d think otherwise.)

she pushes you OUT OF THE WAY

to get a closer look!

we could swear she’s teleporting from painting to painting

and from one end to another of the center piece you’re currently progressing on—

a whopping 33 x 45 of her pointing her death scythe.

she is SQUEALING!!

down to the point of her teeth, to the shading and spike of the combination to her hair stands…

dashing, elegant, flashy!

mind you, she’s still skipping from piece to piece

look, you even gage her baps on this one! such generosity!

“aah! paint me like this next!”

and she’s strike some tacky in-the-moment pose that looks straight off of vouge.

besides her pitiful attempts, you cant help but feel a pooling warmth at your heart.

seeing grell so worked up and genuinely euphoric about your dedication to her is all you could ever ask for and more.

you’re going to give the poor lady a heart attack. she’s so worked up.

unfortunately for you, dearie, you’re set to be doomed for eternity after this discovery.

following after this incident, you’re cursed and bound to make art of grell and grell only.

and if she catches you painting anything else…

you better have those excuses ready to whip out!

“why are you painting a bloody plant?” “this is the plant that you uhm— lightly touched with your index finger yesterday… darling.”

[poetryandfluffycats]

The Nightime Visitor

A/N: *crawls out from my grave to drop black butler fic* enjoy *leaves*

Pairing: Grell Sutcliff x Depressed!Gender Neutral!reader

Synopsis: You've been placed in a mental hospital, and find that the only time you have space is when you sneak onto the roof. Grell has taken a liking to you, and visits you every night on the roof..

Warnings: implied suicide attempt, depictions of depression, 'darling' used as petname

Words: 1.6k

Story under cut!

Raindrops soaked through the thin material of your cotton scrubs, the added moisture creating the perfect, sad atmosphere for your external crisis atop the roof. The sounds of the busy hospital ward beneath you were drowned out by your own heart thump-thumping and thoughts racing. Thoughts that were, less than intelligent and would definitely land you in a higher level of the hospital than you already were, but they were thoughts nonetheless.

With the sun having departed for the day and the moon at its fullest you could make out every single speck of light in the sky. If you squinted hard enough, or really focused on them, you felt as if you could almost reach out and grab one. For a fleeting moment you stuck out your fingers to the sky only to be disappointed when nothing appeared in your hand. You spent nearly every night up there, counting, recounting and getting lost within the stars. The tiny galaxies of somber blues, dramatic purples and splashes of green were like a childhood home to you. Somewhere to look at fondly but to never return fully to.

The time when you were within the stars-right before being placed in the hospital-when you painted yourself with magical stardust and swan through the midnight sky? That was the only time you'd ever felt something similar to bliss in your whole life.

A speck of red popped in to tear the display of colours apart and break the routine you were used to. The clouds parted behind the new figure-that looked like it was getting closer and closer by the moment-to create a single ray of light that danced over the rooftop and illuminated the red figures path like a ballroom spotlight. Work of something otherworldly you assumed. Red morphed with various splotches of brown, black, white and lime green as the figure neared closer, and it was only when you could see the skip in her step and that ‘kill a man’ grin that you knew whom was joining you.

You couldn't believe how happy the reaper could look with blood matting her hair and her neck-tie cross-knotted and in the completely wrong position. Although, nothing was too over-the-top dramatic or strange for Grell, and really what surprised you the most was how excited she was to see you. Her hand was high in the air waving to you, a smile showing off deathly sharp teeth. The lines that winked around her eyes gave you no doubt that this smile was real, a real smile with warmth that welcomed you to stare for as long as you wanted. Her presence felt like sugar and spice and everything nice even when the blood in her hair suggested violence, so you couldn't help but wave back at her. Something about Grell set off a switch inside you that you weren't sure of. Was it loathing, intrigue, maybe even jealousy? Whatever it was, it slowed down the bad thoughts in your mind by at least 50%, so that was a bonus.

The redhead stopped just a few inches before your feet, using her scythe to lean on as she struck a pose and blew a kiss. “Enjoying the show, my darling?”

You couldn't help the snort that came out through your nose. Grells voice was almost nasally, laced with that thick and deep British accent that made her sound like a parody of an actual British person. Charming but strange, just like everything else about her. The kiss blown your way sent a warm tingle up your spine which turned into a shy grin on your lips.

“Have you come to kill me?” You sounded sheepish, but only because your mind was tired from its constant marathoning.

It was Grells turn to snort now, although hers was more of a laugh whilst yours was pig-like and sarcastic. Her eyes twisted upwards in amusement as she swung her scythe around to its side, using it to support herself plopping down onto her bottom. One arm was rested on her knee, hand placed on her chin and her other rubbing up and down the weapon.

“I could never kill you!” Lime green eyes felt like daggers against your skin as she stared you down, “How could I take away that spark in your eyes? I think I’d simply perish!”

“A spark?” You traced the clouds in the sky with a finger, imagining lying down atop one of them and getting lost within their softness. “Thats really funny. You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”

Her eyes followed your movements towards the sky, taking in every shape you traced as if you had created them yourself. For some strange reason she always watched every little thing you did as if you were a god she worshiped, even something as simple as moving your arm to itch your nose she’d be fully invested in. “What if I told you I was lying, but then I told you I was lying about lying? You’d never know what I was truly untruthful about that way”

“Hm, I guess then you’d bewitch me with your paradox and I’d have no choice but to believe every word you say” You sighed while a star faded to nothing in the distance.

“Hooray! One point to me!”

What was ‘the spark’ that Grell and so many other people spoke of? 6 months ago, when you’d been admitted to the hospital until further notice, the doctors had told you they were trying to bring the spark back to your life, but what did that even mean? Was it a physical thing, like the twinkle in Grells eyes when they wouldn’t leave your frame, or like those warm tingles still shooting through your body? An emtional thing, like that unidentifiable feeling this reaper made you feel?

Your head was starting to hurt now, and you couldn’t help but think maybe Grell really was bewitching you to make you think about silly things like ‘a spark’. That was something someone like you would never have and didn’t deverse. Wasting your life away on the roof of a mental hospital, your only chompaion being that of a crazy woman(a crazy woman that made your stomach do flips and your heart beat at an ungodly speed, but that was an issue for a later time). The whole world could begin crashing down around you and you’d most likely react the same way you reacted to a star fading. With a sigh.

“Grell.. I can’t do this anymore. Why won’t you kill me? What purpose do I have here?”

Grell stroked her chin, looking deep in thought for a few moments before suddenly snapping her fingers-eyes going bright with enlightenment. “I know, you’ve yet to see your favourite redhead sitting over you in bed, wearing the sexiest of dresses and holding chocolate in her mouth!”

“Are you doing this just to torment me? Because I get that enough from the doctors. They’ve put someone on to watch me from the minute I wake up till the minute I fall asleep” You finally crossed your legs and sat up-right, looking Grell in the eyes and attempting to singel to her through your own-tear-stained ones how hollow you felt inside before you continued questioning, “Why are you here? Why can’t you let me have this time alone? Did I do something to make you hate me or do you just enjoy this?”

Grells shoulders fell, and her eyes at last looked human rather than manic. Shuffling forwards towards you until your knees touched. Her hand was suddenly in your hair, and your heart fell into your stomach just as quickly as it took for her to lace her fingertips over your scalp, rubbing gently up and down. Up, down, up, down. Similar to how a cat owner would comfort their beloved pet.

You gulped as she her hand was removed and replaced by her lips. Being much taller than you by at least 5 inches, if not more, she was able to access the top of your head quite easily. Her lips were soft, comforting like the way she petted you. The feelings for her in the pit of your heart were erutping like a super volcano and you had zero idea how to stop them.

“Don’t kiss me just to get out of the question” You grined as she placed another one atop your temple, taking your face into her hands.

“Darling, I don’t hate you. I do enjoy tormenting you, but thats not for the reasons you think” Grell was trailing her kisses down your face now. One in between your eyebrows, one on the tip of your nose, one on each cheek, “You’re not ready to die yet, not for a long time, so stop trying. Not when there is still people who care for you”

And for her last kiss, she placed her lips to yours.

Even though you were only connected for a second, you could still feel the warmth of Grell as she pulled away. Her sourly-sweet personality transferred over to her lips and you found yourself savouring the taste on your tongue. Despite pulling away her forehead stayed rested against yours, breathing in sync with eachothers and her eyes looking deep into your soul.

Grells lips curled upwards in delight, “See! Whenever you have those troublesome thoughts, think of me and they’ll go straight away!”

From now on you would, you thought, as now your mind finally slowed down to slow rhythm. Now, with her body on yours and your heart in her hands, you could understand that feeling Grell made you feel.

Bliss, like the night you’d been with the stars. She made you feel bliss again.

[mguvmii]

Hello, may I request grell sfw and nsfw hcs with a fem/gn afab s/o who is usually shy and insecure but gets possessive of her at times pls? have a nice day/night

口に出さない言葉 // GRELL SFW & NSFW

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎⛧₊˚🎧 Grell Sutcliffe [ afab!reader] ‎

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎⛧₊˚🎧 contains NSFW ;; minors dni !!!!!

—— hi lovely! Sorry this is late! I was at a convention and I actually cosplayed as Grell myself <33 I was super excited when I got this ask, so here you go! (my cosplay ig is lwlietii for those that want to look at it) also, I'm using she/her terms for Grell, because I think she identifies as a girl most of the time, but realistically, she would be agender / non binary

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎⛧₊˚🎧 SFW

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ I think Grell would find the shy and insecure nature endearing. A little taken aback, but she comes to adore it. She loves teasing you about your shyness

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ she will actively comment on it, and be unable to resist having any sort of skinship with you -- ie, holding hands, placing her hand on your shoulder.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She needs to be touching you in some sort of way. your shy nature just brings out aggressive affection (?) in her, but also gentleness.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ If you're insecure, she would never hurt your feelings. She wouldn't go pointing it out either. I think if you told her, she would actually consider your feelings and make you feel better about yourself.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She's the type to compliment you, when you're down or you feel bad and insecure about yourself. If she loves and adores you, she knows that only her opinions count.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She didn't think you could be fierce or aggressive, or defensive, honestly, so she was shocked, when you defended and got protective over her when Sebastian made a snide remark on Grell's appearance, and 'ugly personality'.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Honestly? Grell would fall more in love. Even more shocking? If you're possessive over her.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Grell would definitely be flushed. You've just made Grell even more smitten and charmed by you. She secretly likes it when you're possessive it makes her feel so loved and titillated (low-key). She couldn't be even more in love with you than she already is.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Your number 1 defender as well :))

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‎⛧₊˚🎧 NSFW

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Okay this is a little harder, but Grell would definitely be hesitant to do anything. Let's be honest, I think when it came down to getting intimate, or doing anything in that way with you, she would be flushed and hesitant and shy as well. she's so used to being rejected :[

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Obviously, if you're shy and insecure and you wanted this, she would be supportive. She would reassure you, and claim you can do nothing wrong. she would take her time with you, and make you feel comfortable.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Once you DO get comfortable with her, and you start showing a little bit of possessiveness? titilation and arousal skyrockets ^^^

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She looooves possessiveness -- to a certain extent . It makes her feel like she's worth something and she's cared for. she loves it when you can take control sometimes, or just bring out that possessiveness in you sometimes.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ I think she would love having her wrists held down(?) and you being possessive. It would really get her going.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She's willing to experiment. She's very exuberant, and eccentric and very flamboyant, so as long as you're both comfortable, she doesn't see a problem.

[gothbitchjuice]

Blood & Lace - A Grell Sutcliff One Shot

Warnings: 18+, death

Word Count: 2.6k

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The moon dripped silver through the skeletal fingers of the city, painting the cobblestone streets in a pale, ghostly glow. It was a night steeped in longing, the kind that curled around the ribs like thorned vines, tightening, pressing, pulling one toward some dark inevitability. And no one knew inevitability better than Grell Sutcliff. Love—if one could even call the sensation that—had always been a macabre affair for Grell. It was red, it was violent, it was theatrical, all-consuming, and cruel. It was an obsession, dressed up in silk ribbons and dripping with the scent of iron. It was a pursuit. A hunt. And tonight, it was wrapped in something far softer, something frustratingly elusive: the quiet, ghostly grace of Harlow, the Undertaker’s reclusive apprentice. Oh, how utterly delicious it was, this game! A blonde wisp of a thing, pale as mourning lace, slipping between the cracks of London like a phantom. Always just out of reach, just beyond Grell’s clawing fingertips. A challenge. A chase. A reason. The red Reaper licked their lips, dragging the tip of their scythe against the stone of the road as they neared London's morgue where the precious apprentice sat working, the sound a whispered promise. "Run, lovely. Run fast." Because when Grell Sutcliffe wanted something, they took it.

Y/N sat poised, strange as ever for a young lady as beautiful as she, over a lifeless corpse as nimble hands worked away at closing up an autopsy incision. The dim candlelight flickered and glimmered against the stitches she threw. A soft tune echoed throughout the empty room, a vibrating melody originating from her throat and barely parted lips. Y/n jolted lightly at hearing her tune become accompanied by the joining of harmony to her melody. She dropped her threaded needle onto the table next to the dead body, head whipping around to see Grell sauntering in from the darkness. A relieved yet frustrated sigh puffed from Y/n as her loose pieces of hair settled back to frame her face from her abrupt movement. "You minx, you know good and well it isn't safe for you to be lurking around the streets at this hour! Every policeman in London is on the hunt for you!" The redhead simply giggled and set down their bloodied chainsaw as gently as one could on the floor, eyes never leaving the apprentice. "Now now, pet... don't you worry about me. I'm as elusive as ever. I can take care of myself." Bloodshot eyes scanned over the body on the table beside them, a gloved digit slowly gliding on the taught stitching. "I have to say I'm impressed, I don't know how much of this is the Undertaker's good teachings or if you're just a prodigy. Very well done, love."

Y/n's brows furrowed, a flush of color touching her otherwise ghostly cheeks—not from Grell’s compliment, but from the heat that always came with their presence, like standing too close to a bonfire. Dangerous, wild, and mesmerizing. She turned her gaze back to the corpse, fingers fussing with the edge of the linen drape as if needing something to tether her.

"You're not supposed to be here, Grell," she said, softer now, a twinge of something unspoken trailing behind her words like the tail of smoke.

"But I am," Grell purred, moving closer with the feline grace of someone who knew every step of this dance before the music even began. "And isn’t that the fun of it, darling? That I come anyway."

They were beside her now, close enough that the scent of blood and roses tangled between them. Grell’s gloved hand drifted up, almost lovingly, to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear. She flinched, but didn’t pull away. Not fully.

"You've got the touch of death about you," Grell whispered, voice a silken thread wound with menace and adoration. "It sings to me, sweetling. Just like you do."

Y/n turned slowly to meet their gaze, the candlelight catching the edge of her eyes—amber-tinted and far older than she should be. "You're always playing some game," she said flatly. "What happens when you get bored of chasing me, Grell?"

A hush fell between them, heavy and intimate, broken only by the crackle of wax melting. Grell’s smile faded into something more serious, more human—and somehow, more terrifying.

"Then I’ll make you mine before I have the chance to get bored."

There was no teasing lilt in that. No joke. Just that promise again—the kind carved into bone, not spoken into air.

For a long moment, Harlow didn’t respond. But her eyes didn’t leave Grell’s. And Grell didn’t blink.

Then, slowly, Harlow reached across the table, picked up the fallen needle, and resumed her stitching. "The dead are easier to deal with," she murmured. "At least they stay where I put them."

Grell leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice a shiver. "Ah, but I’m so much more fun, aren’t I?"

The candle sputtered as if in agreement, and outside, the wind carried the soft sound of distant church bells—midnight. The hour of the in-between.

And so the dance began again.

The final stitch slipped through the flesh with a whisper, and Harlow knotted it off with practiced precision, but her fingers trembled—just a little. Enough that Grell noticed. Of course they did. They noticed everything about her.

“Darling,” Grell crooned, the word curling like silk around a blade. “You're shaking.”

"I'm cold," Y/n lied, threading her needle back into its pin cushion. But the morgue was warm. Too warm, even. The heat came from Grell, standing so close now that their breath stirred the fine hairs at the nape of her neck.

Grell didn’t call her out. Didn’t press. Instead, they reached behind her, fingers grazing her spine as they retrieved the linen sheet to cover the corpse. Slow, intentional. A caress disguised as a mundane gesture.

Y/n held still, breath caught between her ribs like a secret.

“You’re not afraid of the dead,” Grell murmured, voice low, lips brushing her hair. “But you’re afraid of me, aren’t you?”

She turned then, sharply, like a cornered animal—but Grell was already there, face inches from hers, eyes bright and burning with the kind of hunger that had nothing to do with flesh and everything to do with possession.

"I'm not afraid," she whispered.

"No?"

A gloved hand rose to cup her cheek. Cool leather against warm skin. Y/n didn’t flinch this time. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. She leaned in, infinitesimally. And that was all the invitation Grell needed.

Their kiss wasn’t soft. It was desperate. Starved. Teeth clashed and lips bruised as Grell’s arms slid around her waist, pulling her flush against them. Harlow gasped into their mouth, hands clutching at the front of their coat as if anchoring herself to something real—something tangible in a life surrounded by death.

Grell tasted like wine and copper and rain. Like danger and desire and things she’d sworn she didn’t need.

The kiss broke only when Grell pulled back to breathe, forehead resting against hers, eyes searching. Searching for what, Harlow didn’t know—but she let them look. Let them see.

“You’re maddening,” she breathed.

“And you’re exquisite,” Grell replied, thumbs brushing along her jaw, reverent now, almost tender. “All pale silk and hidden knives. No wonder I’m obsessed.”

Y/n’s lashes fluttered, her voice barely audible. “This is a bad idea.”

Grell laughed softly, kissing the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then the delicate curve of her jaw. “Darling, all the best ideas are.”

And then they were kissing again, slower this time—more intimate. Less about conquest, more about communion. Grell's hands moved like water, slipping under the hem of her blouse to trace the warm curve of her waist.

For once, Y/n didn’t resist. She let herself feel. Let herself want.

Because in the quiet dark of the morgue, beneath the ever-watching eyes of the dead, she could admit it—if only to herself.

She wanted Grell.

God help her.

She wanted them.

The air in the morgue had thickened, heavy with something no embalming fluid could mask. Something alive. Grell's lips moved down Y/n's throat, pressing reverent kisses against skin that tasted of salt and secrecy. Their hands gripped her waist firmly now, possessively, like they might melt through her if they didn’t hold tight enough.

Y/n’s breath trembled as she tilted her head back, exposing the slender column of her neck. It was an unspoken offering—one she never would’ve made by daylight. But this was midnight, and Grell moved like sin incarnate, pulling every buried want from her chest like threads unraveling from a too-tight corset.

“You’re playing with fire,” Harlow whispered, her voice catching on a moan as Grell’s teeth grazed the hollow of her throat.

“Darling,” Grell rasped against her skin, “I am the fire.”

Their mouth met hers again with bruising hunger, and this time there was no hesitation in Y/n’s kiss—only raw, unfiltered need. Her hands tugged at the lapels of Grell’s coat, dragging them closer, gasping softly as their hips aligned, a spark shooting through her that she didn’t even try to contain.

Grell growled low in their throat, delighted and feral, their gloved hands sweeping down Y/n’s back before slipping beneath her thighs to lift her onto the free metal table—where hours ago, a corpse had lain. Now, it was Y/n sprawled across the cold slab, her skirt hitched up, her legs wrapping instinctively around Grell’s waist, pulling them into her heat.

The kiss broke, both of them panting, eyes locked in something far more intimate than lust. Something aching. Desperate. Starved.

"You feel it too," Grell murmured, fingertips tracing reverent patterns across her stockinged thigh. “Tell me you do. Say it.”

Y/n’s heart was a drum in her chest, loud and unrelenting. And still, her voice came out soft. Fragile. True.

“I feel everything.”

Grell moaned like the words had shattered them. “God, I could ruin you,” they breathed, forehead pressed against hers again. “I want to. Slowly. Completely. Sweetheart, let me drown in you.”

“You already are,” she whispered, and then her mouth was on theirs again, greedy and wild, hands in their hair, body arched beneath them.

Grell’s glove slipped off, one by one, the sound of leather falling to the floor like a declaration. Bare hands now, skin on skin, exploring the curve of her waist, the swell of her breast through too-thin fabric, the places where warmth gathered and begged to be claimed.

Clothing shifted, layers undone but not removed—caught in the urgency of the moment, tangled like their breath. The morgue was filled with the soft gasp of fabric sliding against skin, the low, needy sounds Grell coaxed from her like secrets only they were allowed to know.

And then—stillness.

A pause so thick it hurt.

Because Grell looked down at her, hair like fire fanned over her chest, their breathing ragged and hands trembling.

“You undo me,” they said, voice cracking. “And I don’t want to stop.”

Y/n reached up, cupping their face, thumbs brushing over high cheekbones with a gentleness she didn’t know she had left.

“Then don’t.”

And in that moment—beneath flickering candlelight, surrounded by death and soaked in longing—they didn’t.

They fell.

Together.

Time splintered.

There was no morgue. No city. No midnight bells. Just breath and heat and skin—just the two of them in a world collapsing inward.

Grell’s mouth was everywhere—trailing fire down Y/n’s throat, across her collarbone, lower still. They peeled her open with a reverence so fierce it was almost cruel, like they were memorizing the shape of her with their lips and tongue and trembling fingers. Every sigh she gave them was earned. Every whimper, worshipped.

Y/n was pliant beneath them now, head thrown back, golden hair spilling over the cold metal like moonlight on marble. Her thighs trembled around Grell’s hips, holding them close, anchoring them in the storm they were both losing themselves to.

“Look at you,” Grell whispered, voice raw with awe and hunger. “So beautiful like this—so undone. For me.”

Y/n’s hands fumbled at the buttons of Grell’s vest, impatient, desperate to touch skin instead of silk. Her voice came out hoarse, choked with want. “I need—Grell—please—”

That word. Please. It broke something inside Grell, and they crashed back into her with a growl, their lips claiming hers with bruising desperation. There was no pretense now—no teasing, no chase. Only the thrum of need that roared between their bodies like a living thing.

Clothes fell away in frantic, half-finished gestures—tugged, torn, shoved aside. The chill of the morgue faded beneath the heat of skin against skin, breath mingling, sweat beading between them. Grell’s hands were everywhere, tracing her ribs, her stomach, the curve of her thighs, like she was a map and they were lost and loving it.

Y/n arched into them, nails dragging down Grell’s back, gasping as they moved against her. No more hesitation. No more space. Their bodies fit together like a lock and key, grinding, writhing, lost in the friction and rhythm and the desperate need to be closer, to devour. Grell let his busy fingers find better work with her entrance, first making Harlow coat his fingers with her saliva by shoving them gently into her mouth and allowing her wet muscle to dance around his digits before removing them slowly and pushing his way inside her.

“Say my name,” Grell gasped into her ear, thrusting into her with a force that rattled the table beneath them. “Say it, lovely. Scream it.”

“Grell—” she moaned, breathless, broken, wrecked in the most perfect way. Her nails bit into their shoulder, her mouth trembling against theirs. “God, I—Grell—yes—”

"Good girl...so well-behaved for me." A wave of fever came over them, watching intently as she fell apart around their fingers and feeling the grip of her pleasure practically swallowing them up. A knot began to coil in them - a desire building quickly and burning them alive. Grell couldn't take it anymore, and before Y/n could reach bliss, the source of pleasure was torn away. "What? H-Hey! Grell, that's not fair, I-"

"Ah ah, my sweet. Watch your tongue," Swiftly, Grell replaced their fingers with something harder, thicker, and throbbing in agony for her warmth. "Don't say something you'll regret~" Y/n sighed softly as Grell slid themselves inside her, yet again being swallowed in.

And Grell, all fire and blood and want, fell into her with abandon—moaning her name like a prayer, like a curse, like it would save them.

They moved together with a passion so violent it bordered on sacred, hips meeting in a rhythm that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. The sound of it echoed off the walls in a passionate yet violent manner—skin on skin, the creak of the table, the symphony of their release building to a crescendo that neither could hold back.

When it came, it ripped through them both like lightning—raw, burning, divine.

Y/n cried out, back arching, nails dragging fire down Grell’s spine as she shattered in their arms.

Grell followed a breath later, a guttural moan pulled from the depths of their chest as they poured every ounce of longing into her, every dark and beautiful thing they’d never dared to speak aloud.

And then—silence.

Just the sound of their breathing, ragged and uneven, the soft, shaking aftermath of something so consuming it left the world quiet in its wake.

Grell rested their forehead against hers, eyes closed, still inside her, still wrapped in the heat of what they'd just become.

“Mine,” they whispered.

Y/n didn’t respond—not with words. But the way she held them, arms wrapped tight, lips brushing the corner of their mouth, said it all.

She was.