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peach-cream-enmu-archive · 2 years

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Self indulgent grell reader and Ronald smut in the second part because my brain is gone and pus.sy has taken full control. Ronald never verbally says yes to participating but he’s doing so willingly. Pre transition grell I guess you’d say? She has a dick

Want to sit under Grell’s desk when she’s left with overtime work, kissing and nipping her soft thighs, hand caressing her pretty cock. She has her signature coat hanging off the desk in just the right spot to hide me from view. I can hear as Ronald comes up to make small talk, avoiding work like we all are. Want to take her in my mouth and hear her composure falter just a hair as her hand comes to my head.

Want to hike up my skirt and rut my wet pussy on her perfectly shined, immaculately kept heels as I whine when she send Ronald away to look for me. Want her to giggle as she looks at my face, blood running hot and eyes watery. She tilts her foot back on her heel bumping my clit and I cry out as I rub my clit against its glossy leather.

The slightest bump to my clit has me pulling off her cock, drool dripping down my face and connecting my lips to her dripping head. It has me squealing and panting on her tip, slick with spit and beading with precum. My thighs tremble as I rub my soaked sex on her shoe and I give in to my want to be on her dick again. Licking, suckling the side of her shaft, pumping with my hand that isn’t hiding me steady.

Want her superior facade to crack as she lifts her hips, twitching once, twice, before coming hard and heavy. I writhe against her, my pussy desperate as my hand finishes me off, to not ruin her heel completely. It lands on my glasses, my nose, my lips as I pull away and let it land on me in think creamy ropes. Want her to pet my hair as we both breathe. Smiling warmly down at me, oh so aroused by the sight of me.

Honestly I want it to just be her, Ronald, and me left doing overtime when she suggests I help her with a little problem, and Ronald too as she’s noticed, pointing to him as he leans back in his chair with an aggravated groan. His cock strains in his well pressed work pants. I look back to her eagerly and she nods with a suggestive smile. To the side, many feet away, I can see Ronald turn at hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling.

He almost falls from his chair, glasses knocked off when he jolted. “WOAH, OK. UH” he shouts and I look at him as I lick up Grell’s shaft slowly. He steps behind his chair after standing, trying to hide how he adjusts his trousers while his face flushes. “Well I should probably, um, get goin now.”

Grells chuckle accompanies her ungloved hand patting my cheek. “She doesn’t mind if you stay and watch, do you baby?” I gaze up at her eyes and shake my head, tongue still on her shaft now moving back and forth. Ronald contemplates for a moment before silently rolling his chair over and sitting. His eyes flit nervously between mine, Grell’s, and my mouth on her cock.

As I take her cock in my mouth I look at him and clearly shift my gaze to his pants before slowly moving my hand under my skirt. He seems to get the message, first stroking himself harder through his pants before they become too tight. I take Grell as far as I can in my mouth, whimpering at the strain in my throat. I cant see him but I hear Ronald’s belt coming undone and a zipper lowering and can’t help but wiggle my hips into my hand that’s trying so hard to get me off.

I pull back to breathe and Grell catches my gaze, looking straight into Ronald’s eyes as he slowly strokes his gorgeous looking cock. She hums and gets his attention enough to wrap her hand around his tie, leaning over significantly to pull him to the floor. He gasps, face now so close to mine, looking at me in my mussed up state. Hair a mess, lips and chin wet, lashes clinging to beads of tears.

“You want him to touch you?” Ronald’s startled face turns to Grell then to me, looking for confirmation. I look at him as I continue to please the woman before me and slowly lift my skirt, letting him see the skimpy underwear I wear beneath my tights. He cautiously moved behind me and slots his knees between mine. Feeling his harms travel up my warm skin, from the backs of my thighs to my ass, around to my tummy, the front of my thighs, and finally his cold hands cup my pussy.

I moan around Grell’s cock, eyes closing as Ronald fingers push just enough to get past my lips, shuddering breaths hitting my ears. “Come on darling, help him out a little~” I reach behind me and rip my tights open to give him easy access. A breathy ‘fuck…’ passes his lips when he pushes aside my panties and slips a finger inside with how wet I already am.

Working me open, watching me tremble, his dick twitching so hard from wanting to fuck me. As another fingers eventually accompanies the first I’m riding his fingers, ass moving back far enough to bump his dick. I reach behind me for it, stroking it, feeling the differences between the one in my hand and the one in my mouth.

Grell whispers down to me, so soft Ronald doesn’t even hear. “Can he?” I nod.

“Ronald?” He looks up but continues stroking my walls and touching my clit. “She says…you…can fuck her.” His eyes flutter closed with a groan before his fingers retreat. I whine as I wait, trembling when I feel the tip of his dick rub against my folds. He’s gentle as he eases in, and soft as he thrusts, his hips hiring mine with the quietest of ‘pap’s.

The whine in my chest builds up so much I have to stop sucking off the woman before me and rest my head on her thigh. I try to keep a steady rhythm with my hand as I stroke her shaft, but the electrifying please from Ronald behind me and the gentle soothing of Grell’s pretty nails lightly scratching my head as she lets me has me so close to coming that I have to put my hand on Ronald’s hip, telling him to hold on.

I stroke Grell’s thigh as I breathe and when it steadies Grell leans down and takes my lips in a searing kiss. I open my mouth for her and let her do as she pleases and try to keep up with her. I can’t help but squirm before bouncing my hips back against Ronald who responds with much harder thrusts. His hand creeps down to my clit and I’m seeing stars. Grell’s sharp teeth take my bottom lip and gently pierce it and she moans she her tongue licks up the blood.

I pull Ronald shirt as hard as I can as I cum on his thick cock, wanting him to cum in me but he pulls out just before and hot cum lands in ropes on my pussy, ass, and back of my skirt.

All of our glasses, struggle to stay up our noses with how sweat slicked we are. Grell puts herself back together, smoothing down her shirt before telling me to sit back. I rest against Ronald cautiously, unsure whether he’d be ok with keeping me up. But his arms encircle my waist as if we’d done this a thousand times.

Grell comes back with paper towels and takes my face gently. Wiping up the cum and spit, my eyes flutter closed and her soft touch. My thighs jolt slightly Ronald takes care of me from behind. They both help me stand, gathering all our things before walking me out, Grell leading the way and Ronald’s arm around my waist, intent on getting me home.

I’ll offer that they can stay the night if they wish~

#black butler smut #grell sutcliff smut #cream butler #cream filled #cream afab

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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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Want to hike up my skirt and rut my wet pussy on her perfectly shined, immaculately kept heels as I whine when she sends Ronald away to look for me. Want her to giggle as she looks at my face, blood running hot and eyes watery. She tilts her foot back on her heel bumping my clit and I cry out as I rub my clit against its glossy leather.

Want her superior facade to crack as she lifts her hips, twitching once, twice, before coming hard and heavy. I writhe against her, my pussy desperate as my hand finishes me off, to not ruin her heel completely. It lands on my glasses, my nose, my lips as I pull away and let it land on me in thick creamy ropes. Want her to pet my hair as we both breathe. Smiling warmly down at me, oh so aroused by the sight of me.

“You want him to touch you?” Ronald’s startled face turns to Grell then to me, looking for confirmation. I look at him as I continue to please the woman before me and slowly lift my skirt, letting him see the skimpy underwear I wear beneath my tights. He cautiously moves behind me and slots his knees between mine. Feeling his hands travel up my warm skin, from the backs of my thighs to my ass, around to my tummy, the front of my thighs, and finally his cold hands cup my pussy.

I moan around Grell’s cock, eyes closing as Ronald's fingers push just enough to get past my lips, shuddering breaths hitting my ears. “Come on darling, help him out a little~” I reach behind me and rip my tights open to give him easy access. A breathy ‘fuck…’ passes his lips when he pushes aside my panties and slips a finger inside with how wet I already am.

Grell whispers down to me, so soft Ronald doesn’t even hear. “Can he?” I nod.

The whine in my chest builds up so much I have to stop sucking off the woman before me and rest my head on her thigh. I try to keep a steady rhythm with my hand as I stroke her shaft, but the electrifying please from Ronald behind me and the gentle soothing of Grell’s pretty nails lightly scratching my head as she pets me has me so close to coming that I have to put my hand on Ronald’s hip, telling him to hold on.

I pull Ronald shirt as hard as I can as I cum on his thick cock, wanting him to cum in me but he pulls out just before and hot cum lands in ropes on my pussy, ass, and back of my skirt.

All of our glasses struggle to stay up our noses with how sweat slicked we are. Grell puts herself back together, smoothing down her shirt before telling me to sit back. I rest against Ronald cautiously, unsure whether he’d be ok with keeping me up. But his arms encircle my waist as if we’d done this a thousand times.

Grell comes back with paper towels and takes my face gently. Wiping up the cum and spit, my eyes flutter closed and her soft touch. My thighs jolt slightly as Ronald takes care of me from behind. They both help me stand, gathering all our things before walking me out, Grell leading the way and Ronald’s arm around my waist, intent on getting me home.

I’ll offer that they can stay the night if they wish~

#black butler smut #cream butler #cream fem #cream afab #grell sutcliff smut #ronald knox smut #cream writes

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theowlsworld · 2 months

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Telling them you *really* love them.

Content/warnings: Fluff, a tad bit suggestive, gojo is a softie, fluff overload, lovesick grell, flustered Kats, and appreciative Ciel.

A/N: everyone might be a little ooc(out of character) bc I’m on my period and I have yet to rewatch the shows 😭

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Bakugo K.

it all happened when he was extremely sick

like sick sick

anyways, he was being very vulnerable and clingy with you

he wouldn’t let you go when you cuddled

wouldn’t let you leave to go get meds

he was honestly just being a little shit

one time he asked if you still loved him

obviously you said yes but with a slightly annoyed tone which made him think you were being sarcastic

then you say you really love him and you give him a big long kiss that probably risked your immune system but whatever

Kats being the weirdo and perv he is, advanced the situation

Let’s just say he’s feeling a lot better and you will be very sick soon

Story:

You and Bakugo were sitting on the couch after you had just gotten back from getting him meds, to which he complained “if you leave, you don’t love me!” You left either way for his own good. After you arrived back, he immediately dragged you down to the couch and made your thighs a pillow for him. Now, you are scrolling on your phone when Bakugo asks a random question.

“Do you love me?” He looks at the back of your phone case, his eyes following every curve of your phone.

“Yes, Kats. I do.” You replied annoyed, rolling your eyes.

Bakugo immediately sat up, you sat your phone down when he did.

“No, you don’t.” He crossed his arms in a pout.

You sighed, tired of his antics.

You scooted closer to him, placing your warm hand against his cold neck.

“Kats?” You looked longingly into his eyes.

He let out a small grunt as a response.

“I really, really, really love you.” You subtracted inches from the distance between you two as you moved closer with each really. Bakugo could practically already taste your lips from here.

“I really love you, Kats.” You closed the gap between you two and kissed him. He perked up at this, pushing you down onto the couch and snaking his hands underneath your shirt, he grazed his hands across your chest and you winced at the cold touch of his hands against your warm skin.

He trailed kisses down your neck, leaving purple and pink spots littered across your collar bone.

“I love you so much more baby, I wanna make you feel so good.” Each word that fell from his lips was accompanied by a kiss.

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Ciel Ph.

very sassy

says he doesn’t need anything and would rather spoil you instead

Doesn’t want to lose you like he did his parents

very lovesick

Very touchstarved

hold him while he sleeps, works, reads, drinks tea, legit anything

will whine for attention

but will deny that he ever did that

very mature

loves you

jealous 24/7

Ciel is a very touched starved person, he will constantly whine and sass when you do something that doesn’t involve touching him.

Although, you always either have a hand on his hair or his head on your lap, he still wants you to be touching or around him 24/7.

So, when he has to go out, he always brings you. You are either his emotional support dog or chihuahua based on how tall you are. He’d still love you either way.

So, when you had to be away for a couple of hours because your guardians had to go to a meeting with another family, Ciel was furious. Not angry, furious.

He clung to you throughout the rest of the day when you got home. He practically dragged you to bed and laid on you. He complained that you were gone for too long and you were required to be here as his excuse.

During this, he asked you a very obvious question he definitely knew the answer to but he still asked.

“Do you love me?”

You looked down at him with a soft smile on your face, petting his hair. “Yes, Ciel. I love you so much. You are my entire world. You are the sun on my skin, the oxygen I breathe, and the food that I eat. I love you more than anything.”

“Even more than your pet?”

“Now that’s going to far.”

Ciel laughed, he didn’t judge you because your pet was awfully adorable.

Ciel teared up a bit at the little haiku you said to him. He wrapped his arms around you tighter and nuzzled his face in your neck. “You are my world too, my love.”

You gave him a kiss on the forehead and hugged him tighter as well.

Gojo S.

total softie

weirdo

may seem like he’s all that but he’s really a softie when you touch him

Sassy little ass with a massive ego

Ratatouille? Nah attituille.

when you let him lay his head in between your thighs or chest, hes officially a fucking teddy bear

all bark no bite (unless you want him too)

warning! this one shot contains a slight scene of cunnilingus or blowjob (depending on who you are)

Gojo a sassy little ass. He will constantly make excuses for you to cuddle with him.

If that doesn’t succeed, he will place his head between your thighs when you’re working. If he’s feeling cocky, he’ll distract you with pleasure.

When you had to teach some kids, you were gone for about an hour.

When you got home, Gojo was no where to be seen.

But, when you walked into the bedroom you were pinned to the wall.

Gojo slipped his tongue into your mouth before you could even process the situation. You were being groped left and right. Your chest, your ass, your waist, your pelvis. All of it.

He lifted you up by your thighs and wrapped them around his waist, grinding his pelvis into yours while leading you to the bed.

“Do you love me?” He muttered while kissing your neck and grinding further into you.

“Y-yes, Gojo. I love you so much.”

“More than anyone or anything, right.” It wasn’t more of a question, it was a statement to be confirmed.

“Yes, of course.”

“Good, good.”

He traveled down your torso, kissing at your stomach and your insecurities. He stopped at your pants before looking up at you. When you gave him a nod, he set off. Pulling down your pants quickly and eagerly. When you saw how aroused you were, he couldn’t help but indulge and wrap his lips around your sex. Licking the sensitive parts of your sex and leaving you trembling for more.

Grelle Su.

Absolute doll

Spoils you 24/7

she loves giving you everything you want

especially pleasure.

absolutely touched starved

since Sebastian won’t love her, you will

Grelle held onto you tightly, holding you against her body while rubbing your back and giving you a kiss on the forehead. She loved you more than you could even imagine.

She would constantly give you gifts after every shift and buy you any food you want.

She was an absolute doll when it came to you.

She was at your mercy, anything you wanted.

But one day, she got sick and she was very hesitant on leaving you alone.

She also clung to you like a lost puppy and begged for your attention like a whore on Sunday.

“I love you so much. Do you love me?”

“Yes, Grelle. I love you.”

“How much?”

“So much.”

“Prove it.”

With a smirk, you flipped the tables and landed on top of her. You latched your lips onto hers and slipped your tongue into her mouth. “I.. love.. you.. so.. fucking.. much.”

She stopped you before flipping you over again.

“Oh yeah? You’re such a fucking doll. Why don’t you show me how you love me by letting me ravage you, baby?”

A/N: sorry these were so short! Period cramps got me on my toes lately

#bakugou katsuki #gojo satoru #ciel phantomhive #grell sutcliff #black butler #mha #jjk fanart #jjk #suggestive #Smut #X reader #Bakugo x reader #Gojo x reader #Grelle sutcliff x reader #Ciel phantomhive x reader

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niilue · 2 years

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I need a grell fanfic 😭😭

ෆ ִ ׁ sub grell x gn reader

cw; dom reader, gender neutral, spanking, praising, rimming, orgasm control, a really needy grell

grell loves it when you use her as if she were a toy for you. there are days when she is so horny that it's unbelievable everything she asks you to do to her . even though you really like to be more gentle in sex.

"just a little bit, love. yeah?" grell was sitting on your lap as she begged you to play with her and her body.

she asked you to spank her ass repeatedly while you took it upon yourself to control the number of times she could come.

you nodded unable to resist grell's advances. she was wearing a cute short white shirt with a too-short red plaid skirt. no underwear at all, which made everything more difficult. she was so beautiful <;33

with a little cry of congratulations she lay flat on your lap and with a smooth motion she hiked up her skirt until her pale ass was exposed.

she smiled excitedly and winked at you.

without thinking too much you slapped your palm on her skin, seeing how it bounced off the blow and turned her flesh reddish.

"aaahg!" gave a grell, too loud and sensual little scream. "more, more, love." she moaned, wiggling her legs desperately.

smack smack smack smack, over and over again. you pounded on her trunk, feeling her skin get redder and redder. your palms tingled from the insistent pounding.

you were stroking her buttocks, shamelessly squeezing and caressing her smooth skin. it was so addictive. "god, your ass is so pretty, grell." you said without taking your eyes off her ass.

you inserted a finger without a second thought into her entrance, watching her open up for you, taking your finger so well, you added one and two and three fingers.

as you fucked her ass grell was a bunch of whimpers and compliments to your long, well-trained fingers.

"ahahag, you always do this, so- so well."

you felt the need to do a thousand things with grell's ass. you really couldn't control yourself when you saw her round, firm ass.

"love, stand over here. and lift your nice ass up for me." you commented as you indicated to grell where to stand.

as grell did so you kept grabbing her ass and slapping her pale skin. you couldn't go a second without touching it.

when you had grell doing what you wanted without warning you went up to her ass and bit one of her ass cheeks.

grell screamed and looked at you with a pout. "you'll leave marks on me."

"i don't care, only i will see this." you said with your face pressed against her ass. you smiled and before grell could say anything else to you. you took both buttocks and spread them open with your hands and used your tongue to lick her dilated entrance.

"AHHG HAAA!" grell screamed excitedly at the intrusion of your tongue in her desperate ass.

while you were sucking and licking her ass, you took her member and began to stimulate it. you were tasting her entrance, penetrating her hot entrance with your tongue. while in your hand you were milking her cock.

grell was holding on to the couch, with her hands on the wall and her face in the cushions, breathing hard and whimpering like a cat in heat.

"mhmh, yes, more, yes aaah (name)"

she could only scream at you to keep fucking her with your tongue. her back arched in pleasure as her beloved orgasm peeked through. only to be snatched away by you as you stopped touching her.

ruining her orgasm. making grell start screaming and moaning in pain. by this point you had already ruined her climax three times. grell cried out in pain but when you wanted to stop eating her, she would grab your face and press it to her ass.

"no, no" she would gasp. "keep eating my ass, you know I need this, too much." she would say exaggeratedly biting her lips and making a sad face.

"all for my pretty redhead."

#dom reader #grell #sub grell #sub kuroshitsuji #dom!reader #sub character #gender neutral #top male reader #anime smut #fem!dom reader #smut #gn reader #grell sutcliff #sub black butler #black butler x smut #kuroshitsuji smut #grell kuroshitsuji

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stitched-mouth · 2 months

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Grim Reaper Masterlist

Anyone you see missing here are characters I don’t write for.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

Undertaker

To Be Continued…

Ronald Knox

To Be Continued…

Grell Sutcliff

To Be Continued…

William T Spears

To Be Continued…

Othello

To Be Continued…

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched writes #black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler x reader #grim reaper #grim reaper x reader #undertaker #undertaker x reader #ronald knox #ronald knox x reader #william t spears #othello #othello x reader #grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 2 years

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Photo shoot!! Grell x Reader

This is part one!!

Cw: lewd (consensual) photography, slight body worship, voyerism, fluff and smut ahead!!, feminine reader/afab reader

(Had an idea for a cute little shirt series and got carried away while high…)

“Does this really look good?” You murmured out, eyeing the outfit Grell had ‘bought’ for you. “I mean…it’s quite revealing, don’t you think?” Grell quickly shook her head, holding her camera up to once again take pictures of you.

“You look phenomenal Darling!!” Grell was practically jumping around you to get pictures from as many angles as possible. “You are doing so well, please pose for me?” You tilted your head at her, asking what pose she wanted. “Oh, oh!! Come here I have an idea!!”

Before you knew it, she had you standing over her, one foot on her chest, she had her camera pointed up at you to get a first person view from the camera. “Grell, you could have just told me you wanted to take such photos.” You adjusted your lingerie and used your foot to push her onto her back.

She purred, squirming under you, you pretended to not notice the tent forming in between her legs. “Well what would the fun be in just asking for it? If you want me to beg, I’m more than willing though!”

A grin spread across your face, since no one but you two would see these photos, why not take some for yourself too?

“Let’s take turns, m’kay?” Grell nodded with a grin from ear to ear. You step over her reaching to grab her camera before she stops you quickly.

“Wait! Stay still!” You freeze only to hear the click of her camera. She quickly grabs the photo, a clear blush spreading across her face as her grin widens. “Yesss! What a perfect photo!” You look at the phot out of curiosity.

It’s a picture of your breast, that’s it.

(Next tba)

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stardustincarnate · 2 years

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PARTNERS IN CRIME // Grell Sutcliff x Reader

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY : You had been suffering in the hands of the thing known to be your husband. You had enough. You wanted him dead. And so you began to devise a plan to kill him; when suddenly, you stumbled upon a flirtatious redhead, who, unbeknown to you, was willing to be your partner in crime.

WORD COUNT : 5957 words.

GENRES : angst. very slight fluff if you squint. smut.

WARNINGS : domestic abuse. physical and mental torture. 19th century misogyny. implications of rape. cheating. reader is implied to have serious mental health issues and is on the brink of insanity.

watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.

♡ writing commissions are open! ♡

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"You duffer! What do you think you're doing back there?!"

My livid husband -- as much as I didn't want to call that fiend that title, for the sake of continuing my family's legacy, I did, for three unbearable years -- lashed his whip at me, at the same time screaming with such shrillness that all dignity was lost. A new set of wounds overlapped my barely healing ones. I bit back a sob. Being used to being deliberately abused didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt anymore, or that I'd eventually grow numb to it. At the time I had two choices: to answer his rhetorical question or not, but both always led to the same outcome.

Another whip of the lash, which welted my cheeks and smeared blood around the area. The tears which formed on my eyes fueled that manic bloodlust on his abominable face. He laughed and said, "Don't come crying now! Weren't you the one who was so complacent earlier? Disrespecting your husband in public. Have some shame, you harlot! You don't get to talk back to me. I am the man here. You're just a woman who can't even follow the simplest rule."

The following whips were ceaseless and more jarred than the last. The butlers and the maids... they could only watch with empty eyes. No remorse, no guilt about being not able to do anything for the one who had kept them so they could sustain their families.

Those ungrateful rats...

By the end of the night, the sleek, white floor had been tainted with my blood. Its iron smell filled the room, and the fiend had told the servants to clean up the filth. Then, he took me back to the bedroom.

"Surely, you're not dumb enough to think that I'd actually sleep with trash like you tonight. Go and fix yourself. You earned this. And if you let any wounds be left uncovered for the meeting tomorrow, you know what I'm gonna do."

Gritting my teeth, I seized the bedsheet with quivering hands, looking at the door which the fiend had just closed. I couldn't hear his footsteps nor the wind that howled forlornly that night. In fact, the only thing I could hear was my raging heartbeat and the voice in my head which vividly spoke to me. The voice which overwrote any other thoughts and told me what I needed to do.

I had to kill that bastard.

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Several days later.

My plan was fixed. All that was left to do was to put it in action at the right moment. I still had to wait for it to come, and it left me furious, filled with even sicker thoughts, that I could not set it in motion immediately as I had wanted -- needed.

I found myself at a jewelry shop at the time. Perhaps some of the beauts could offer just the tiniest amount of relaxation for me. I stooped and stared at the jade in the selection, when suddenly I sensed an encroachment, a figure looming behind me. Fearing that it might be the bastard, I immediately turned around. But it was only a stranger -- a stranger who possessed possibly the most vibrant shade of red hair and a peculiar pair of chartreuse irides. She seemed too pompous to be in a place like this. I wondered if she had taken interest in the jade I was staring at. I moved to the side, but she began speaking to the confused purveyor.

"Those amethysts suit the lady very well, don't they?"

It took me a while to figure out that she was indeed referring to me. She reeked of no harm, but I did not understand why she was acting so familiar with me, so I put my guard on nonetheless.

"L-Lady Everleigh, would you like to take a look at these amethysts?"

The stranger suddenly smiled at me. I looked at the purveyor and nodded. As he took it out for me to see, the redhead walked closer to me.

"Lady Everleigh, is it?"

I instinctively hissed, a subtle one so she would not notice. How much I loathed being called by that surname.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here."

She chuckled, almost coyly. "Oh dear, I have been around here for quite a while now."

"Really? Because I'd remember that pompous red hair anywhere. What's your name?"

"I'm Grell Sutcliff, the one and only." The flirtatious nature surrounding her only expanded. "Now now dear, I certainly won't let you go without knowing your full name, so, pray tell."

"I am Lady [Y/N] Everleigh of the House of Everleigh. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Sutcliff."

The merchant who had just come back looked like he was about to apologize profusely on behalf of Grell's ignorance. Yet I decided to not mind it nonetheless. Strangers are sometimes better than people you know, because the latter often judge harsher than the former.

"So, why did you think that these amethysts suit me, Grell?" I stared at the purple gems glinting before me, then stared at her. I could not help but be mesmerized by the peculiar color of her eyes. They were fascinating. I didn't think that I had seen such pair of vivid eyes like hers. She was also observing me, but I had observed longer. She looked pleased at my astonishment, well-aware of her own beauty and charisma. I averted my eyes back to the gems.

She was, undoubtedly, pulchritudinous.

"Why they suit you? Well, no other reasons than them being so pretty! I would've liked them to myself if it weren't for the fact that purple isn't my usual color. It clashes horribly with my hair color!"

True enough, they were beautiful. Beautiful enough to like, beautiful enough to loath. They were pretty, but they did not suit me, for amethysts were supposed to symbolize one's chastening and purity. It would be horrible, wouldn't it? For such a lovely gem's worth be brought down only because someone so tainted already and filled with nothing but murderous thoughts, someone who couldn't be fixed with purification, had worn it.

I forced a smile. "I'll take it. The lady said it suits me, so it does." The merchant looked delighted, and as I was giving my payment, I accidentally glanced at the ruby placed at the bottom, then at Grell. An idea struck me.

"Grell. Would you like to have dinner with me later? You need only to tell me of your address. I'll send a carriage by 7. How does that sound?"

"Oh let's see -- hmm, Will probably won't mind if I... delay my duties for a bit, won't he? Besides, I deserve a break after all the hard work I've put in this job!" She mumbled on, noisily, the fact that she was in a public place slipping from her mind. Her mind had begun to wander aimlessly at the thoughts of how a certain colleague of hers bothered her to the brim.

I coughed, gaining her attention. Through the pristine glass window behind her I could see the sun starting to drown in the horizon, layers and layers of warm hues overlapping each other, with a promise of a darker sky looming on the back.

"How I would love to go out with you, Madam. However, I shall be the one to escort you to our place of dining. Well, you see, whether I like it or not, I live in such poor conditions -- and I can't bear the thought of Madam's reaction once she finds out how terrible it looks from the lips of her assistants!"

I suppressed a smirk. We all have secrets we don't want anyone to dredge, so I understood the reason behind her lying about her living conditions. It was not my part to be curious, at any rate.

"I understand, yet I'm afraid that cannot be. My... husband is such a baby, you see. He absolutely loathes it whenever friends of mine come for a visit. Rather petty, innit?" I furtively winked at the merchant who was too obvious on listening intently to my conversation with Grell. "How about we meet here by 7pm? We could take a walk to our dining place. It won't be that long. I wouldn't want to tire you out, would I?"

"Oh, but the weariness would be worth it for you." She smirked, and I found myself smiling. She added, "Anyway, I'm fine with it. Do be careful, darling. I shall see you around later."

"Looking forward to it."

With that, we both left the jewelry shop and parted ways.

An unbidden smile found its way to my lips as I recalled our encounter. Amidst all the problems besetting my life, I had made a sudden acquaintance, and found something to look forward to, as if I had been stuck wandering in the woods wherein daytime ceased to exist, and finally I had caught glimpse of flames. A bonfire. The premonition of freedom awaited me... There, in the flames.

I stared at the setting sun in awe and contemplation. The illusion at the sky was that of a dancing flame, vivid red.

Grell. Such charisma. A very charming lady, indeed.

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The remaining hours passed speedily. I had gone out to our meeting spot solely and without consent (as if I needed an utter dingus to tell me what to do), as the abomination had not yet arrived. The butlers and maids did not bother to ask where I was headed, though I saw how their eyes wandered apprehensively on me. If the abomination would have to arrive before I did, he would ask them, yet they had not a clue where I went, which put my heart at ease.

The familiar figure that I was strangely but utterly delighted to see was leaning against the wall, shadows casting over her face. As I walked closer I began to see that flirtatious, smiling countenance once more, and I automatically smiled.

"Shall we, my lady?"

"We shall."

And so we began walking side by side.

"You don't seem to have a lot on your plate these days, now do you, Madam? I was actually surprised that you managed to ask me out on a date."

I coughed. "Pardon?"

"Well of course I meant a friendly date. Just two beautiful ladies hanging out with each other."

"I don't have much to do, you see. One might think that living inside a huge mansion is a privilege -- in which case, it is, as seen from a more incisive perspective -- however, it has been quite... monotonous, these past few... weeks? Months. I have lost track of time. Seeing the same old people, their same old habits and emotions, or lack thereof..."

When I looked down, I saw that our arms had been linked together.

"I reckon you must have been so lonely, Lady Everleigh."

I sighed as I peered into the distance, looking at the signs. "I am. It's rather difficult to maintain a reputation amidst all the turmoils happening in one's life," I paused, then smiled. "Pardon me. I ramble too much."

"Ramble as much as you'd like. After all, it's merely the two of us here. Well, excluding passers-by, of course." She smiled, almost wistfully, as our eyes met, her features illuminated by the pale moonlight. I stopped my tracks, flabbergasted by her beauty. I swallowed the uninvited lump in my throat and then looked around, suddenly interested in the most mundane things around. We continued walking.

What was this? What's up with her, or with me? Why did I feel like opening up to a complete stranger? Why was it that I had the urge to release and lay everything upon her?

Somehow... It was almost like a bone-deep feeling, that she was someone to be trusted.

"But of course, I can ramble for you instead if you don't want to. Nobles do like to be conservative and mysterious after all, don't they?"

"Please, not all. And certainly not when it comes to you," I chuckled, "I would go on and ramble, only if you don't mind the mudslingings about my -- "

"Your husband, I reckon?"

"Yes, that thing."

"Ooh, my, my. Let me guess, you had enough of him, don't you? You want to find someone new -- someone who will give you all the thrills and excitement that he's lacking!"

"Yes, and no. After all the experiences I had with him? I dare not think of engaging in another relationship with anyone, as they could only be far worse than him."

"Oh dearie, you might eat your own words someday."

"And what makes you say that?"

"I have a very strong feeling about it."

"That's not very reliable now, is it?"

"So you're saying my feelings are invalid, huh!" She said in a frivolous manner.

"Now now don't be so belligerent, Grell. I never said anything." I chuckled. "But it must be nice, you know, to have someone who reciprocates your actions for a spouse. Perhaps in another life. This life? I don't suppose." Quietness enveloped us, before I continued. "I do not think it's appropriate, especially for someone of my status, to tell a stranger a secret, but I know for certain at least everyone in this miserable world had shared their secrets to people worse than strangers -- for instance, backstabbers. But, going back, you already know my secret -- but I'm once again saying it for emphasis: I am not happy with my marriage. It is horrible."

The atmosphere began to feel oppressive. Even talking about him was enough to smother me. I felt my heart beat faster. I regretted it, talking about him. It felt as if he was around me again -- lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on me, afflict my psychological being and feist on it. I was about to separate my arm from hers, but she suddenly said, "My, he must've been so bad in bed for you to be able to say that."

I stared at her blankly as she gave me an inconspicuous, knowing look, pushing me against the nearest brick wall. Then I burst into a fit of giggles, my chest genuinely feeling lighter.

"You are rather bold, aren't you? I wasn't pertaining to the explicit part of a relationship. But, I suppose, you aren't wrong in that regard."

"Absolute incompetence!" There were feigned puking noises, and then, "You know, my dear, if you're looking for an exuberant time, I have a suggestion."

"Exuberant time?" I raised a brow eloquently. She grinned like a chesire cat.

"I know how you feel. Your husband is awful in every aspect. You live a lonely life, I daresay."

Unlinking our arms, she backed me into the nearest brick wall. My breathing hitched, but it wasn't another panic attack about to occur. Blood seared throughout me, painting my cheeks, neck, and ears red, the feeling only intensifying as she slammed her left arm against the wall, right beside my head.

"You know, Lady Everleigh, someone so beautiful like you isn't suited for the life of marital loneliness." I tried valiantly to control my breathing as she leaned her face closer to mine. Her hot breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her eyes piercing through my collarbone, and the feeling was oddly... thrilling. She lifted her head up so that our eyes were meeting. The atmospheric tension grew thick with something akin to sinister longing. I was afraid that I would melt right on the spot with her radical gaze.

Suddenly, she whispered, and I dreaded even more, my legs daring to tremble.

"I can fix that." She was smirking now. "What do you say?"

It was clearly a tempting offer. Though I had a vague feeling of wrongness coating me. But was it wrong? Was it any more wrong than the sick thoughts in my head? I had always envisioned killing my abusive husband in many, many creative ways. Was envisioning myself having fun with this redhair any wrong?

I smirked back. But in the end, I had to shake my head.

"No." She pulled herself back, disappointment on her face. But not until I added, "Though I might consider."

After a few more minutes of walking and idly discussing arbitrary topics, we arrived. Once inside, her explicit remarks were blocked out by the chatters of everyone else. I took us to a table and scanned the menu, then we patiently awaited our dishes to be served.

Grell was looking around, her eyes were full of idleness, yet also longing.

"It's been ages since I've eaten properly in a cafe with someone! Ah, terrible days I don't want to reminisce. Thank heavens the image of you in such cafes is enough to block out those unwanted memories," she mumbled, "Though I daresay the menus sound more promising this time."

"Ages? Work must be real tough for you. If only you could work for me, but it would be a drain for your mental well-being. And imagine having to see Mr. Everleigh everyday for a start. You might age rather quickly because of such." I grinned.

"As long as I get to see you, I don't really mind, -- " she winked " -- ugh, if only Will doesn't mind as well. Life can be so horrible, can't it?"

I assented, then a shadow fell over our table. Expecting our food, I looked up with the friendliest smile on my face, only for it to immediately dissolve into a frown once I saw the face of something I had loathed more than anything in the entire universe.

"[Y/N], my darling. Where have you been? I was worried sick! Why did you leave the house without permission? Who knows what could've happened to you! Ugh.. Never leave the house again, okay? I'm so glad I had Roger tail you when you left."

The dingus took my arm, an act of sincere worry to the public, but a torture for me. His nails were digging my skin. I had to suppress a moan because if I didn't, he would hit me -- but what difference would it make, again? Something worse awaited me that night, I felt it.

He looked at Grell. He seemed to be judging her from head to toe. A small sneer formed on his face. I was compelled to slap him but thought better.

"So sorry to interrupt your little bonding, but my wife and I have matters to attend to. Don't we, [Y/N] darling?"

Hearing the nickname physically pained me. I looked at Grell apologetically. She looked very pissed as she stared at the abomination beside me, who had by then elbowed my stomach.

"You're not even gonna let her finish her meal?"

"You don't have to worry about that. We have far better meals at home than this place could serve. The bills will be taken care of, and you could go eat on your own."

Now Grell looked like she was about to burst. I bit my lip as his nails dugged into my skin harder. He clearly didn't expect Grell to answer back. He was too used to people being submissive to him. Clearly, that was a shock.

"Good sir, you can see that your wife clearly doesn't want to go home! Don't ruin her fun."

That popped a nerve. Now, the abomination wasn't even trying to put up a front, losing inauthentic dignity.

"Listen, you mingler. This is a marital matter, so you better stay out of it. My wife, my rules. She doesn't have to listen to someone like you. Goodness, do you even know whom you're talking to? Come on now, [Y/N]."

He looked at me sharply. I knew what that look meant. I mentally prepared myself for the worse, but I couldn't help my body's intense quivering. The abomination took me by the arm, and we walked out of the cafe as if nothing happened, then I looked back and mouthed "I'm sorry." at Grell. The jolly, frivolous aura had completely left her by then, replaced by an unnatural gravity that looked undoubtedly intimidating to those who would accidentally place their gaze upon her. The insignificant other squeezed my arm and I supressed a yelp.

Hell had awaited me patiently that night in what people of lower status might see as a safe fortress. I would continue not to speak of the disturbing event which took place later that evening in the mansion, for it was too much to bear -- too much to even think about to this day. The only thing I could say was how much I had shamefully wept afterwards, holding the blood-stained clothes I had worn that evening.

The night air nibbled on my skin as streaks of moonlight found its way on the bedroom floor. Almost nude if not for the thin piece of fabric I enclosed myself in, and with limping legs, I traipsed onto the veranda and looked down miserably.

It was compelling to fall to an untimely death; but the latter would only benefit the bastard, and that was not what I wanted.

All those screaming... And yet not a single guard, maid, or butler had given effort to sneak into my room to console me, let alone give just a single glance of sympathy.

Those who had turned blind eyes were just as guilty and filthy as him.

And they would all pay.

I felt eyes on me, the fine hairs on my back standing up. I scanned the area below; there was none looking at me, even when I turned around.

I went to my bed and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Somehow, I still felt like someone was watching me. But then, it wasn't just a feeling anymore -- I was certain that someone was there, watching me as I struggled to sleep. I could feel their shadow looming over me. My eyes were kept squeezed and shut, afraid that if I opened them, I would meet his sardonic grin, and then his fist hitting my face.

But then the person had caressed me -- had caressed the bruises, the brokenness beyond compare, and their soft touches had almost mended me. If not physicaally, at least mentally. And I knew that the bastard would never do that to me.

My right eye opened to a slit. A brown fabric -- then red hair billowed above it.

Pompous red hair.

I could've just been dreaming, but wished I didn't. I feared that I would never come to a definite answer as I had already fallen asleep. And when I awoke, alone, no evidences were there to support what I believed had happened.

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Two nights after.

That was when I decided to finally put my thoughts into actions. I knew that my husband's mistress would be coming in; I overheard the bastard talking to her the day before. Unfortunately, she would just be an innocent bystander who'd get dragged to the impending accident because of her choice of man. But what did they say? The more, the merrier.

I had dined in the restaurant where I usually spent my lonely evenings before, talking to some other haughty noble ladies. I disliked them fiercely, but they would give me the best alibi, given their lack of sense of time. I had enganged myself in mundane conversations with plenty of them before furtively exiting and going back to the place that was about to become literall hell, choosing an unusual route and making sure that no one else saw me as the usual Lady Everleigh.

I had spread a generous amount of gasoline all across inconspicuous places at the mansion, though particularly at the backyard, leading to the library just right next to the room where the bastard and his mistress would be staying. All that was left to do was to lit the match.

However, when I arrived, something I had never expected greeted me.

There, in the middle, tied up and naked, were the devil himself and his mistress, writhing in agony. They were the only ones conscious. Every guard, butler, and maid, were also tied up, sound asleep and unknowing to the misery that was about to befall them.

A figure emerged from shadows behind the throng of unconscious people, red hair billowing. The abomination widened his eyes and looked at me, having the guts to beg for my mercy.

"I saved the best part for you. They're all yours, partner."

Grell smirked, a flash of sharp, white teeth, feeling just as pleased as I was upon seeing the filths getting what they deserved.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind though. I just couldn't help myself! I had been overthinking -- what if some of those cheap minions escape the fire you had prepared for everyone? That would be a shame, really. Everyone is invited to have fun; why, this is exclusive! They should appreciate your effort, really. Though I admit, walking into imbeciles doing unorthodox things weren't pleasing! Not to mention the lack of passion. Also -- "

I suddenly cut her off by planting my lips against hers, firm and rough, releasing all the built up tension that had formed since the other night. I felt her respond to my kiss, pulling me by the waist closer to her body. She parted her lips for me to enter, my tongue exploring every inch of her wetness. She began to whine as I dominated her mouth, my hands taking and gripping her wrists. Reluctantly, we pulled away for air, panting and gasping, and for a moment I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to kill tonight, if not for an irritating, stifled whimper.

"Sorry, unfinished business. We'll have to continue later..." I panted. Grell stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders. Then, she handed me a matchbox just as I was about to reach for the one in my pocket.

"Grell, I can't help but wonder... How?" I looked around in awe before facing her. I already had an answer in mind, but I wanted a confirmation.

"I've been watching you, darling. I knew that I couldn't leave you on the hands of a bastard. You're too beautiful for that, didn't I tell you? I was planning to kill them all for you, but I figured that you might want to do the latter yourself. This is the least I can do for you, my little amethyst."

"Oh, Grell... So it was really you. I wasn't imagining things, then."

A blush found its way on my cheeks, remembering the night she had cared for me. Then, just like on that night, she began to caress my cheek. Her thumb made its way to my mouth; I gaped slightly, and her thumb began rubbing circles on my lower lip. I stared at her charteuse eyes through my half-lidded ones.

"Go on, sweetie. Kill them. You can do that for me, hm?"

I nodded, half-dazed at her low whisper. I turned around reluctantly -- I was still relishing the feeling. But it would have to wait.

I couldn't help but smile as the thing I once had called my husband writhed uselessly in fear. He was sweating profusely, trying to say something through the duct tape that was stifling his mouth; meanwhile, his mistress wasn't even moving anymore, just staring vacuously at nothing in particular, already accepting her fate due to her own stupidity.

You got yourself in this mess, you courtesan.

"How does it feel now? Regretting everything you did to me? Has your conscience finally started working? Do you feel bad now? Do you feel bad now that you realize what you've done to me? That those actions of yours created a monster inside me? How do you feel now, you peasant, under me? Can you finally feel what I've felt, all throughout the years that we've been together? Oh, but don't worry! Consider yourself lucky because you're only going to experience the immense fear once; while I had to. Every. Single. Day."

Venom coated my words, and I felt my anger raising up. I had to control myself from running towards the kitchen to get the butcher's knife and start cutting him up like the pig he was. There were so many ways he could die in my hands -- death by asphyxiation, by arsenic poisoning, by thrusting a knife in his anus until he bleeds to death -- hah, the list was endless! Butchering him up came second next to fire. I chose the latter in the end because I felt it would give him more time to get bonkers due to the pain. It would be slow, and excruciating -- perfect.

I began laughing maniacally, my eyes twitching as the euphoric feeling enveloped my entirety. No more of that constant fear. I was finally ridding the earth of yet another monster. I was doing the world a favor by removing this unwanted dirt together with its worms. And I knew, deep in my bones, that this was only the beginning of a vast purge.

"See you in hell."

I said, lighting the match. His whimpers grew louder -- more panicked -- and the mistress seemed to have changed her mind, as she began to twist, her eyes filled with tears. I relished the scene before me. It was fun seeing people get what they truly deserve; though a little detail irked me, I couldn't lie. I wished Grell had left the workers conscious so they would know how it felt to have people watch as you suffer and turn a blind eye on it.

The match was now lit, its flames reflected on their eyes as I walked towards them. By then I was about to drop the match, but took a moment to appreciate the look of despair on their faces. I frowned, trying to mimic their expressions, but laughed, realizing that it was futile -- I couldn't even see their full expressions! Their mouths were covered in duct tape! Though it would have to stay that way. Being unable to speak must suck, right?

I smiled as I finally dropped the match. Flames began engulfing their desperately struggling figures. The whimpers were much louder now; stifled screams of agony which only gave me serotonin. I watched them burn for a minute or two. They were beginning to get crazy! My eyes lit in anticipation. They were gonna die with their minds unhinged! It was so fun to watch!

At last, I turned my back as the flames grew bigger. Grell and I had walked a bit further from the inferno that I -- no, we -- created. The flames doubled up in size in no time, successfully encircling the mansion. I could see everyone's burnt, dead figures still being consumed by the tangible fury that they had placed upon me. I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Served them right!

I turned to look at Grell, who was staring at me with adoration. I had been with the devil -- but now, an angel had saved me. Though, she didn't much radiate the aura of an angelic being. She was an enigma, and the aura of death surrounded her.

Death. It was more apt. Death had saved me.

"Now that that's been taken care of, shall we go back to where we left off?"

Before I could answer, she slammed my back against the nearest post, our lips and bodies meeting in a harsh collision. I closed my eyes as this time, it was her who dominated my mouth, her tongue encircling mine, pushing it back as sloppy, wet sounds emanated from the both of us. The tongue-fucking continued until I was once again half-dazed, intoxicated by her sweet taste.

Thank God, for I wasn't wearing a petticoat that evening. I had chosen to wear a relatively thin, green longsleeved dress which had puffy shoulders on it and ruffles in the front. Grell had easier access to my thighs, slipping her delicate fingers underneath my skirt and squeezing my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine and causing me to let out an uninvited moan which she giggled at. I felt a bulge hit my heated core as she wrapped my right leg around her waist, and this time the moan that I emitted was louder, needier as she created a friction that had enslaved my mind between our sexes.

Grell whined, just as needy as I was. She had then begun marking my neck, unaware of the right spot at first, which was why she had made every bite fiercely, waiting for my reaction until finally, I let out a growl, throwing my head back in pure bliss, both from the way she rutted her sex against mine, and from how tall the flames were now; the mansion was completely engulfed by it, and for certain by then, someone had already noticed it.

"Oh.." I gasped when she wrapped my left leg around her waist, and now that both my legs were around her, she lifted me up and pushed my back further against the post. Grell took my gasp as an opportunity to enter my mouth once more. Sounds of lust mixed with the sound of burning as the new position gave us both a new wave of pleasure. Gnawing on my lower lip, her right hand trailed from my stomach up to my breast, which she began to squeeze. Not too hard, gentle, but not so. Like a creature in heat, I moaned against her lips and squeezed my eyes. It was beginning to grow too hot, the fire was nearing the distance we'd deemed safe before. She pulled away from the kiss, a sliver of saliva connecting our swollen lips.

"Grell... It's getting hot..."

She looked at me with ravenous, wide eyes, a lecherous look on them as she smiled coyly. "Mmh yeah? Take off your clothes for me, darling. I want to see you. All of you."

I panted. She was making it extremely difficult to focus. "G-Grell you misunderstood. It's getting hot... Literally. The flames."

A digit was suddenly put inside my mouth, and then another. It was her index and middle fingers, which she began to thrust inside. Drool slipped from mouth, down to my jawline, and to my neck. Grell licked it off, slowly, almost teasingly. Goosebumps were all over me, and all I could do was whimper with her fingers still thrusting inside my mouth. I glazed my tongue over them, and feeling the action, Grell stopped thrusting and instead focused on circling her digits around my tongue, her working counterclockwise and my tongue going clockwise. Unexpectedly, she pushed her digits further in my mouth, and in return, more drool came gushing out of it.

"Were you saying anything, darling?" She asked through half-lidded eyes, her voice like velvet. A knot formed in my stomach given how ravishing she looked at me at the moment, with the flames blurry behind her attractive figure. A different flame danced in her eyes, one which I had wanted to indulge in every passing moment.

"We're not even halfway through our exuberant time, right, partner?"

Sighing fondly, I gave into the exhilarating feeling vibrating all over my body, with no heed to the physical heat that conquered the darkness of the night, nearing towards us. We still had ample of time before it got too hot to the point of scorching us; in the mean time, we allowed ourselves to indulge in the luxury of succumbing into our desires.

The monster was gone for good. I was safe now; safe in her embrace.

And I would never let go.

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hi i saw your requests are open so.......mayhaps some more grell smut w fem s/o.......i love the way you characterize her sm!! so yea here's my rq if you're still taking them, ty!

A/N: Since you weren't too specific, I wrote a prompt I was thinking of for a bit, I hope this is satisfying to your request! This also takes places after the previous smut I wrote!

synopsis: you've been behaving so well and you've been such a good girl. good behavior deserves to be rewarded doesn't it?

Reward. Grell x Reader Smut

CW/TW: mommy kink, squirting, guided masturbation, slight yandere!Grell, humping, mentions of cum, fingering.

Since that tiny mishap when you came back home too late, you’ve been behaving yourself lately. Waiting for her to come home like a good little wife, reminding her to leave love bites on your neck when they started to fade away, and being an obedient little thing. Such good behavior deserves to be rewarded, doesn’t it? But just how should she reward you? Perhaps she lets you touch yourself? Or maybe she lets you cum without making you beg?

She had been wondering how she would reward you until she decided on letting you touch yourself. You see, since that tiny mishap, Grell hadn’t actually fucked you for a little bit. Wanting to punish you but make the next orgasm you did have feel twice as pleasurable. As Grell looked around the house to let you know of your reward, she heard something. So she walked towards the direction of the noise, only to stop in front of the bedroom you two shared. Grell pressed her ear against the door to listen and ended up hearing something... interesting to say the least.

Your moans and the creaking of the bed. Not opening the door immediately, Grell thought of the worst possible scenario. What if someone else was in there with you, making you scream for them instead of her? She’d have them killed, plow into you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk for months and mark up your neck so much that your entire neck would be nothing but love bites. Grell opens the door slightly to see you humping a pillow, wearing nothing but one of her shirts.

She breathes a sigh of relief, now knowing you’re not cheating on her or anything. “I think I’ll watch her for a little bit. It’s cute seeing her all needy.~” she thinks to herself. It only takes a few minutes for Grell to decide she should help her cute wife, after she hears you moan out “Mommy” followed by “please make me cum.”. Grell opens the door, making you move a little out of shame and surprise, but you don’t move too much that she doesn’t get to relish the sight in front of her. You’re laying down on the bed with your ass partially sticking out in Grell’s direction, her shirt that you’re wearing being bunched up from you humping against the pillow, slightly exposing your panties.

But there was one other thing. You seemed to be holding some type of fabric against your mouth and nose, and were clenching it tightly. “What’s that you have in your hands darling? Let me see.” she says, getting on top of you and prying it from your hands. “M-mommy, I’m sorry, I can explain.” you whimper out. Grell looks at the fabric, looking at it and noticing a familiar red lace pattern. She unfolds the fabric, now realizing she’s holding her underwear.

You stare down at the bed in shame, you were sniffing her underwear, acting no better than a bitch in heat. “Aww, you’re so desperate, aren’t you, (Y/N)?~” she says. Grell leans in closer, noticing the small tears starting to form in your eyes from embarrassment. “No need to be embarrassed doll, after going without cumming for so long it’s only natural you get all needy.~” she coos, gently wiping the tears beginning to slide down your cheeks. “How convenient that I find you like this, I was trying to find you so I could tell you that I’m going to allow you to touch yourself.” says Grell.

“Really?” you ask her. “Yes, darling. I’ve been wanting to reward you for your good behavior as of late and decided I’ll let you touch yourself.” stated Grell. She sat up on the bed. “Now what are you waiting for? Go ahead and make yourself cum.” said Grell. You nervously sat up and began unbuttoning Grell’s shirt that you were wearing, setting it to the side and than unclipping your bra. You laid back down on the bed.

Not knowing where to start but wanting to give your mommy a good show, you began pinching and rubbing your nipples. You let out a few moans before realizing this wasn’t enough for you. So you took off your panties and began touching the area around your pussy. After a minute or two, you nervously slid one of your fingers into your cunt, shivering and panting as you slid it in further. You slid another finger in, biting your lip and trying to not whimper.

Why was this so hard? At this rate you wouldn’t be able to handle putting a third finger in there. “C-can’t c-cum without you mommy.” you cried out. “Why not sweetheart?” asked Grell. “D-Doesn’t feel as good and d-don’t know how.” you whimpered out. “You poor thing, I suppose I’ll help you a little.~” said Grell, getting on top of you.

Grell slowly led her hand down to your hand that you were using to finger yourself. She grabbed your hand and moved it to where your G spot is, making you moan and clench the sheets. “Now just move your fingers in and out...” she said, as you did what she instructed you to you began shaking from the pleasure you were feeling. “There you go, good girl, do it just like mommy showed you to .~” Grell said, caressing your face. You started sliding your fingers in and out faster until you finally began to reach an orgasm.

“G-gonna cum, mommy!” you moaned out. “Go ahead and cum sweetheart. You did so well.” said Grell. You not only came, but squirted onto the sheets, getting some of your cum onto Grell’s pants due to her sitting on the sheets in front of you, “S-sorry.” you said with shame in your voice. Grell chuckled, “Don’t be embarrassed honey.” said Grell, getting up from the bed to walk over and give you a kiss. “I’ll clean it up, you go get yourself cleaned up so you can get some rest.” stated Grell.

As you got up to go to the washroom Grell thought about how lucky she was to have such a doll like you all to herself. “What a cutie, and she’s all mine too.” thought Grell as she looked at you get ready to go into the shower.

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shiganshinaslut · 1 year

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18+||MDNI

I want Grelle to use my mouth, to tangle her hands through my hair and fuck my throat as hard as she wants <3

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years

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lady in red ; grelle sutcliff (18+)

kinktober day eight ; body worship

pairing ; grelle sutcliff x male!reader

reader pronouns ; he/him/his

word count ; 1939

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Exhaustion hung heavy on her sharp features as she stumbled through the door, frustration rolling off of her in waves as she struggled through her evening routine: long red hair fell limply about her face, having long since escaped the tight, braided up-do she'd put it in at the start of the day; though she was something of a British rose, her skin was unusually pale save for the dark circles that surrounded her eyes; her painted lips were perpetually sunken downwards in a frown and her eyes themselves were reddened from crying. Today, it seems, had been especially hard on her, what what kind of husband would he be if he didn't do everything he could to elevate her worries.

“Dear girl,” he called out, slowly approaching her as she uncaringly flung her work clothes about every which way, “you don’t seem like yourself. Is there anything I can do?”

“Darling,” she started, voice breaking and thick with unshed tears even as she faced away from him, “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me right now… I just -” she threw her arms up in the air, exasperated and turned to face him, her cheeks splotchy and red with upset as she looked at him.

“Oh my love, come here.”

And that was all it took for Grelle to practically fling herself into his arms, crying and sobbing into his neck and clinging to his night shirt with such ferocity that he was sure that she thought he’d disappear the moment she let go.

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For several moments they just swayed to-and-fro in each other’s arms, clinging to one another as he whispered sweet nothings and words of affirmation into her ear - only pausing when her sobbing faded into sniffles into sighing. Then, and only then, did he pull back and move to gently wipe the streaks of tears away from her eyes, smiling softly at her as he spoke, his tone low and words dripping with unending adoration for her.

“Want to talk about it, my love?” When she shook her head, he nodded and smiled once again, “that’s alright. We don’t need to talk about it - but would you like me to make you feel better?”

“Mhm,”

“Mhm?” He laughed under his breath and shook his head as he repeated her words. “Is that an ‘I definitely want to do this’ or an ‘I guess we can do this if you want to’? Because I’m only going to do this if you want me to, baby.”

“Darling,” she managed after a few beats, giggling between her words despite her teary eyes, “you already know the answer. I’d never turn down an opportunity to be pampered by you,”

“So it’s a definite yes?”

“It’s a definite yes,” she affirmed in an amused voice, grinning broadly and pressing a chaste kiss onto the tip of his nose - giggling when he scrunched up his brow in faux annoyance at the gesture. “so should I give you a show?”

“Oh no, dear,” he chuckled in response, reaching between them to toy with the buttons of her blouse, “leave all the work to me. Tonight’s all about you, so all I need you to do is just sit there and look pretty; you got that?”

“Darling, looking pretty is the one thing I excel at!”

That much he could vouch for, but instead he shifted his focus to undressing his stunning wife - revelling in every inch of soft, pale skin that was revealed to him as he made his way down her body. First removing her blouse and corset, then moving on to her trousers and underwear and stepping back a few paces to admire his handiwork.

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Grelle was a woman that thrived when in the limelight - who enjoyed being the centre of attention, especially when that attention was that of her beloved husband as he shamelessly ogled her nude body. And this was no more clear than it was in that moment, with her kicking her clothes to one side and stepping over the pile of fabric, spinning and posing like a model as she made her way over to the bed and laid back - leaning on her forearms to look over at him through long lashes and spreading her long legs widely to wordlessly invite him between them.

Though for those few moments, he could do nothing but stare and swallow thickly, openly admiring the beauty before him and thanking whatever powers that be that he was lucky enough to have her in his bed - his eyes tracing a path along his body that his hands and mouth would be quick to follow after he clumsily stumbled his way over to the bed.

He started with those long, strong legs, trailing his lips from her inner ankles up along her strong calves to her thick thighs and starting again. One of his hands slid along the outside of her thigh as he worshipped her, lightly squeezing the meat of them every so often and coaxing a muffled squeak from her when he did so. Yet he took great efforts to ensure no area of her beautifully pale skin was neglected, trailing his lips and tongue from ankle to apex several times over - whispering sweet nothings into her flesh as he went: “you’re so beautiful”, “you’re fucking perfect”, “I love you so much, darling” - on and on and on. And he gave that same attention to her other leg after a few minutes of this - only grinning cheekily up at her when she huffed and insisted that he hurry up, telling her that “one can’t just rush this kind of thing, my love”.

Then he turned his attentions to her deliciously soft stomach, positioning himself between her legs and resting his chin on her pelvis to get a better view - and lifting her legs over his shoulders to make sure she was as comfortable as possible. Two warm hands caressed her sides, fingertips tracing the visible ridges of her ribs and skimming over the slight dips of her hips before repeating this pattern over and over again. His lips, meanwhile, mapped out the expanse of her abdomen: trailing across from the dip of their pelvis to the stretch marks of her lower stomach to the soft pudge just above it (blowing a raspberry against the adored skin and grinning up at her when she laughed before moving on), up to the bottom of her rib cage. Every mole, freckle and scar was noted and complimented, words of adoration and compliments about her figure and completion tattooed against soft pale skin with the intensity of each kiss: “you’re beautiful”, “I love how soft you are”, “the most amazing girl in this world and the next”.

And only then was he happy to turn his attention upwards once again, eyes catching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she looked down at him with a mixture of amusement, adoration and lust. Until he finally leaned down and began peppering chaste kisses around each desirable mound of flesh - circling each base before moving up and up, leaving neither breast neglected until he finally reached her peaks. One hand moved away from her sides to encircle her right nipple as he took the other into his mouth: rolling, pinching and gently pulling with his hand whilst his mouth sucked, licked and adored the other - switching these after several moments of worship.

By now their position was more than compromising and he could feel her temptingly bare and dripping cunt soaking the crotch of his night clothes and rubbing delectably against his throbbing cock. Yet he refused to relent yet, instead using what little restraint that remained to move upwards and trail chaste kisses along her collarbone to her throat to her jawline and finally to her lips - greedily swallowing a moan that he pulled from her before moving a hair’s breadth away to breathlessly ask her a question.

“Ready?”

Grelle nodded eagerly in response and placed a passionate kiss against his lips before he reluctantly pushed away from her to rid himself of his loose fitting clothes - which had long since begun to feel far too restrictive for his taste. Then, once content with his bareness, he positioned himself between her legs and readied himself for what was to come.

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The sensitive head of his cock pressed against her soaked pussy, sliding along her slit from her clit to her hole a few times to lubricate himself before positioning himself at her entrance and pushing into her in a single fluid thrust. Her back arched up into him when he bottomed out, her velvety walls tightening around his length in a response that made him groan - though he still tried his best to not move within her whilst they both adjusted to the familiar feeling.

Perfectly manicured, red painted nails found purchase on his shoulders, pulling his body taut against her as she crashed her lips against his - covering his face with smudges of her lipstick as she desperately ground her hips against his. And, taking this as a sign of her need for him, he started to move shortly thereafter - slowly pulling out before slamming back into her and quickly settling into a fast and rough pace.

The room was filled with a cacophony of sound as they lost themselves to each other: swallowed moans, muffled groans, sharp grunts, sighs, skin slapping against skin, the gushing of her wet cunt around him and the crack of their headboard slamming against their bedroom wall. Every thrust pulled another shamelessly loud and lewd moan from her lips - all of which he greedily and eagerly swallowed as he moaned and groaned into her mouth in return.

Minute after minute, from root to tip she swallowed him over and over again - wrapping her legs around his hips to force him closer to her body, scratching desperately at his back as she approached her own climax. Though for his own part he wasn’t far behind, his pace faltering and stuttering as the inviting warmth of her pussy pushed him ever closer to the edge of his climax. Then, after a short time of desperately seeking out her pleasure, he couldn’t stop himself from slipping over the precipice and reaching his orgasm - trying to warn her and pull out only to be pulled closer and urged to give her everything he had to offer.

And give he did; spilling his cum plentifully into her fluttering hole with several jerky thrusts - giving so much that it dripped out of her and onto the bedsheets beneath them as she continued to grind and buck into him. Until she herself came too, breaking the kiss to throw her head back and scream his name as she squirted her climax around his overly sensitive and softening cock: moaning, whimpering, bucking, jerking, pulling him against her with her legs around his hips and digging her nails so harshly into his shoulders that it was starting to draw blood.

Too much. Too much. Too much.

Yet he still couldn’t get enough of her as they gradually came down from their highs and returned to earth with crooked, tired smiles and hooded eyes with pupils blown wide with lust, pleasure and adoration in its purest forms. Even as they shared a messy, gasping kiss and reluctantly started to part with muscles aching and limbs trembling as they fell back onto the bed.

And even as Grelle curled into his side and playfully nibbled at his earlobe, whispering a promise of “returning the favour” in the morning.

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