#grell x reader

S/o has a moth tattoo

Ciel Phantomhive

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

Sebastian Michaelis

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

Alois Trancy

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

Claude Faustus

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

Grell Sutcliff

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

William T. Spears

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

Undertaker

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

Soma Asman Kadar

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

Agni

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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.

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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.

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Grell

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

and then, you appear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you close the door with a definitive click.

"undress."

the word drops like a seal.

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

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

direction.

"kneel."

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

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

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

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

"then show me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yes! yes, please, don’t stop!"

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

and you don’t stop.

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

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

"who said you were done?"

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

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

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

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

"count."

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

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

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

"yes, yes, yes, fuck! i’m yours!~"

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

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

"who are you, grell? say it."

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

"that’s right."

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