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ay0nha · 2 years

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omg you’re dilf damon head cannon was amazingggg

do you reckon you could do another head cannon but like for smexy time lol

(Another gif I ADORE)

It’s a little on the short-ish side because I feel like I'm a little iffy when writing smexy time....so I hope you enjoy :)) Damon x femme!reader btw, let me know if you want something gn or anything else!

Morning sex. The absolute King of morning sex. In multiple interviews he’s talked about waking up at five am/super early in the morning and this is why.

It would always start off slow and Warm. His alarm would go off and he'd detach himself only long enough to stop it. Then you’d be back in his arms instantly.

His Hands. They’d be sleepily trailing up and down your arms, your sides, your thighs, everywhere and anywhere they can be in an almost ticklish manner. Yet, he couldn’t help himself.

Once you’re stirring awake he can’t help but go a step forward (consensually ofc) and just feel your warmness, dipping in and out to make sure you were still snoozing a bit. It was more of an intimate gesture than something inherently sexual

But then income the mumbly, hoarse voiced sweet nothings in your neck as he nibbles softly on your shoulders telling you to rest a bit longer and just lay back for him to take care of you.

That’s when he moves down south, kissing and scratching softly along the way. He doesn’t waste a second as you spread your legs for him.

And when you’re a quivering mess above him he comes back to your lips to finally give you your good morning kiss and let you know he’ll start the kettle for the two of you only to say ‘...right after one more’

What can I say? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Favorite body part - literally everywhere. But he can’t help but pay a little extra attention to your arms. They were the thing that held him, how could he not.

I’m fully convinced this man is a biter. But the type that’s like he’s so full of love he doesn’t know how to get it out and just has an urge to bite you (lmaoooooo)

Think Oscar Isaac kissing Jessica Chastain’s arm, but add a nibble or two.

But Do Not get me started on your chest. We all know this man has an oral fixation. I’ll leave it at that.

(anyways, in a Not mommy kink way (lol) he pays extra to your chest. He’d attach his mouth to you n*pples at any chance he got. And naturally back to his nibbling...he’s never too rough about it, just enough to cause you to gasp. He lived for the noises he could elicit from you with just his mouth)

(It’s all about the rise and fall of it as you’re moaning his name, all about feeling your n*pples pressed against him, or how your chest bounced to the pace he set that you were Living for.)

(also, I feel like he Loves to mark you up. sucking here and there and everywhere creating patterns of his dedication to worshiping you)

omfg imagine him and temperature play...like c’mon...him watching your skin perked and shivered as he trails an ice cube down from your bottom lip to the middle of your chest to ending at your most sensitive part. Swoon.

Asking for his fingers after a performance/seeing him in the studio because watching him play the piano/instruments was just too much and you needed to feel them too

Let’s talk about studio time. He takes his work very seriously again he’s mentioned it a million times and how he’s strict with a 9-5 schedule. But we all know his mind is constantly going with ideas hence him having a home studio....

....imagine nights where he’s up late/wakes up in the middle of the night and you find he’s not in bed. Maybe he’s having a creative block or a breakthrough, whatever it is he should be in bed with you, but you don’t mind joining him.

When you do your intentions are always slightly selfish as you climb onto his lap and trail your hands up his chest to behind his head as he whisper against his lips to come back to bed with a slight tug of hair only for him to groan into your chest asking for five more minute of work

aka exactly what you wanted and needed to hear to start grinding on his thigh until both you and him were a moaning mess

that or you’d drop to your knees and look up at him with those eyes that told him you had won

because you KNOW my man loves head. You’d have his eyes ROLLING and almost passing OUT with just a kiss to the tip.

I feel like Damon’s relatively vanilla. But don’t let that fool you. He goes wild having you beneath him, chest to chest. Face to face is where it’s at....his scruff against your cheek as he’s whispering the Nastiest things in your ear at an unforgivingly deep pace (while his necklaces drag on your chest with every movement)

Your knees pressed flush against his sides as your nails dig and scratch into his back (which btw just the thought of your nails running along his body gets him hard instantly)...drool

Reminder - my man loves a quickie.

As much as he’d love to hear you say it to him in person, he’s not always in town. So I know he’d be down for some phone stuff. But I feel like he’d be a little dom about it where it’s just insane teasing and c*m denial, building up and up and up until you’re reunited again (and let me tell you when you can finally both release together...esp with him deep, deep inside you...just stars)

Let’s talk about Iceland. We all know that’s a secluded home with an INSANE view.

So naturally, your riding Damon to no end in front of those big windows with the heat created between the two of you and of the fireplace on your skin --little voyeuristic/public sex vibes, but still private that nice fine line that makes it just that *chef kiss*

and if you’re into smoking, I could see like a just giggly intimate caressing (?) idk what to call it so run with this idea with me for a second

Imagine damon has a semi the whole time and you two are just exploring each others body and chatting and just feeling/warm and fuzzy and just Intimate.

talking and chatting about new wrinkles and experiences that went with them, creating such an insanely loving and dreamy space for the two of you to completely (no pun intended, but pun intended) hot box in...not so eloquently put sorry lol

Almost always learning new things about each other. Which leads into another random thought (just run with me) ...into mirrors. It was a random day, in a random hotel room and the mirror was just perfectly placed but both of you being able to see each other move and yearn for each other from a different angle just made it fucking hit different

Shower sex. Steammmmmmy. Like almost pass out steamy where it’s like borderline breath play (sort of not really?) where the two of you create this sauna-like environment that just makes it all kinds of (metaphorically) Hot. Beads of sweat everywhere and just sticky and delicious.

But of course it’s you that truly makes him melt. Just say his name and he’s already gooey on the inside. You two fit together like the most perfect puzzle pieces.

(ok, but someone write a smut imagine for the Iceland idea, I’m BEGGING you)

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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just read your psycho pass hcs {great btw!} and I need that kogami x reader training scenario in my life! straight or nsfw if you're comfortable with it.

Yes! Yes! Yes! So much yes!!

I went ahead and did both. Sexy is under the cut. I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible up top but (spoiler alert) it’s fem!reader below. Enjoy!

Kogami Shinya x Reader + Training

The loud, painful sound of your butt hitting the mat echoed through the training gym as you were thrown into the soft surface once again.

"Geez Kogami! You could try to take it easy on me!!" You whine as you rub your backside. Though the mats were softer than the floor, they didn't add that much protection. Coupled with the fact that your ass had been thrown into them more time than you could count at this point, you were going to be sore in the morning.

"Some latent isn't going to take it easy on you in the field." He replied. Serious as ever. Almost seeming miffed you asked for leniency. "You need to be ready for anything when the time comes."

“I’m fine with combatives.” You insist from your spot on the ground. “I just can’t beat you. Cause you have all this training, and built like a superhero, and have all those big muscles-“Don’t change the subject.” Kogami interrupted. Being a brilliant detective, he knows what you’re trying to do.

“Besides,” you continue after a defeated sigh, “it doesn’t matter. I’m not in the field without my Dominator. I can pop off a shot before anyone gets close.”

“Dominator malfunction all the time. Shots miss.”

“I don’t miss.” You insist. Your turn to be miffed.

You’re a better shot than Kogami any day of the week, and he knows it. You have the higher range score out of the two of you. Plus you’re to only one currently on the team long range certified. To imply that you would miss is an insult.

He seems to get that he’d stepped over the line and let out a heavy sigh before pushing his hair back. “I just want you to be ready.” Kogami said. Offering you his hand to help you on your feet. One good jerk and you were back up in front of him, looking into his eyes. Seeing his concern. “I can’t be with you all the time in the field. I know you’re strong. Level headed. But things….they don’t follow the system when you’re in the middle of it.” His vision seemed to cloud for a moment, and you know he’s gone some place bad in that moment, before he comes back to you. “I just want you to be safe.”

You sigh. Defeated. You know this is important to him, and it’s obvious why. He’s extremely protective of you. Unfortunately for Kogami, you’ve both chosen a life that is inherently dangerous. The long-term survival rate for Enforcers was shaky at best. He’s trying to delay the inevitable the one way he knows how.

“Ok. Well, I think I have one more round in me.” You take a step back from Kogami, who seemed surprised, and stretch out your arms before you get into stance. “But this is the last one. After this, we do what I want to do and get frozen yogurt in the caf.”

The dark haired Enforcer smirked and dropped into stance as well. Apparently not dignifying that with a response.

The two of you spar again for a few minutes, and realize that you have picked up on somethings. Kogami is physically stronger and more skilled, but you are more flexible and wily. He’s clearly trying not to hurt you, which is an advantage you can’t let go of. When you lock in a grapple, face-to-face, you struggle for a moment before headbutting Kogami. He let out a noise of pain and obviously staggered. You seize the moment to get your foot between his legs and trip him. This time Kogami’s butt making the loud sound on the mat in the gym as you pin him.

You look down at him, arm braced against his neck, and break out into a huge grin from on top of him. You did it! You finally did it!

You were about to break out into a chant of those exact words when Kogami grabbed you and flipped you over onto the mat quick as a flash. The move made your world spin. To the point that it took you a moment to refocus on Kogami on top of you. His expression wild, with a mixture of pride and hunger as he looked down at you. His gaze making you squirm against the mat.

Suddenly, he surged forward. You half expect him to kiss you, or head butt you in retaliation; either was a possibility with Kogami. He stopped, however, just before sealing your lips. His body straining it seemed to not finish the movement. “My room.”

You blink. Not sure why he stopped. Then he lifted up and his eyes dart over to the corner where one of the cameras were. Oh, right. You’re still in a public portion of the facility, where your movements are being watched and recorded, and it would be a bad idea to do anything here.

The two of you get up from the floor, Kogami taking a moment to adjust his pants, before you hastily leave the gym.

His room is closer. Which was probably why he had chosen it and why he was choosing it now. You’re at his door in a matter of minutes with how fast you’re walking, and with a quick punch of the key pad your inside. The door had barely slid closed all the way before Kogami had you pinned against it. The metal making a loud sound, but one you can’t seem to care about over the loud sound of your kissing.

It’s hot, and messy, and fast. Fueled with the adrenaline from your sparing match, Kogami seems to want to take his final, and only, loss out on your mouth. His tongue wrestling against your own for dominance. His teeth nipping at your lips. Stealing your breath away so all you can do is moan.

He finally let you go and you’re both panting at the end of it. Exercise and now this had both left the two of you needy for air. But you’re both needy for something else.

The Enforcer took your mouth again passionately, and lifted you up off the wall. His hands find their way to your legs to lift them up. Wrapping them around his waist and keeping them secure with his strong arms before he pulled you away from the wall altogether.

He wandered blindly through his dorm with you in his arms. Still kissing. His hands caressing your backside in your tight gym pants. Cursing now and then when his shins clip into something. Eventually, he made it to his bed. The rumbled bedding hitting your back in a familiar puff of cotton. He never made his bed.

It only then that he pulled away to look at you. His eyes darker in the dim light. Neither of you had bothered to turn on the lights, since you’ve been busy upon arrival. You don’t need them anyway. The ever-present blue glow of the various circuits & inlay boards in the tower walls the only ambient light in the room. Even with out it, you could feel he was looking at you.

A calloused hand reached out to cup your cheek. Caressing it in a strange juxtaposition of the rough way they had been handling you earlier in training. He does this sometimes. Seems to want to memorize your face like it will disappear. Like you’re not real.

When his thumb came across your lips you snap your teeth out to nip at the pad. Not to hurt it. Just a little bite. Kogami hissed before he grinned wolfishly down at you and you’re off again. He leaned down to kiss you once more, but not nearly as long as the other times. He seemed to have other plans. Slowly, he moved from your lips down to your neck, then down further still to the top of your sports bra. Making you moan.

You’re thankful that you’ve decide to wear one of your fancy front zip ones, and decide to throw out all your other types of sports bra as you watch Kogami pull the zip down with his teeth. That cheeky grin on his lips as he watches you watching him and knows you’re getting turned on.

Without the zipper, your bra can’t hold your breasts in any longer. Now it’s Kogami’s turn to moan as he sees them literally burst out of their confines in front of his face with a sassy jiggle. He wasted very little time admiring them before both of his hands come up to envelope both your breasts and squeeze them. Your back arched as he massaged the soft flesh. Your body shivering as his warm breath brushed over them before his mouth encased around your nipple.

He doesn’t seem to mind that you’re still sweaty from your work out. Quite the contrary. The salty taste of your skin seemed to arouse your boyfriend even more. To the point that his hips were rolling against the bed for some kind of release.

“K-Kogami….Shinya.” The Enforcer immediately looked up when you called his first name. No one but you calls him by his name anymore. “I want to make you feel good too.”

You reach for him and Kogami instantly comes up to you. Because he’ll do anything you ask. He kisses you again, less fire, no less passionate, as you reach between the both of you to grab his length through his own training pants. He moaned into your mouth and bucked up against your hand in a low, slow rhythm.

“Feels good.” He breathed into your mouth. In case you needed to hear the words. He’s learned that from you, over time. Sometimes you need to hear the words, not just the action.

You don’t need the words this time, however, as his actions speak volumes. He continues to buck into your hand. His cock unbearably hard under your fingers. You let go for a second to slip your hand down his pants and grasp him firmly, skin on skin, and you both moan.

Kogami obviously from having you touch him directly. While you moan at how hard & hot his cock is in your hand and imagine it inside you. Your pussy tightens in anticipation just at the thought of it.

He lets you pump his cock a few more times, before he seems unable to take it anymore and starts getting you both undressed. His hands are fast and forceful. They quickly strip you down out of your pants and underwear in one hard pull before Kogami was stepping out of his own pants & shirt as well. The hard lines of his chest defined in the low light. No matter how many times you see him like this, it makes you bite your lip.

That hard body was back on top of you in an instant. The feel of your naked skin against each other making you sigh in contentment into the kiss he landed on you.

Your body immediately opens up to him when he fell upon you. And with a well practice shift, and one good thrust, he was inside you.

His thrust start out slow. Long and deep to give you time to adjust to his size; especially since he hasn’t worked you open like he normally would, but he’s so impatient. It lasts only as long as necessary, however, before he shifts into his usual frenzy. Hard and fast. Not that you’re complaining in the least.

“Fuck! God! Shinya! More!” You cry out against his shoulder as you hold on to that hard body like an anchor.

Kogami, in return, just grunts against your ear. He keeps pace for a while before you feel a shutter quake down his back. He was going to cum soon.

Between the adrenaline and how good sex with Kogami is, you’re not far behind. Your body tightens up around him as he finally stops to cum inside you. He doesn’t like to mess up the sheets, and it’s not like you can get pregnant. It’s the worst kept secret at the bureau that they ‘sneak’ Enforcers all kinds of things in their food. All essential vitamins and mineral for healthy hunting dogs, and birth control. So there are no little Enforcers running around.

You lay together for a moment, panting and sweaty again, before Kogami rolled off you.

He reached over to the nightstand for his usual pack of cigarettes and lit one. The smell and faint waft of smoke filling the air. “You did good.”

“With the sex? Thanks.” You tease. Grinning at Kogami’s eye roll.

“I meant with training. You did good. I’m proud of you.”

Your heart both fluttered and swelled at those words: ‘I’m proud of you’. You shift around a little to curl into Kogami’s side and chest. Watching the smoke curl up from his cigarette lazily before disappearing to nothing. “I love you too, Kogami.”

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wicked-game-black-butler · 4 years

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Sorry it's taken me a while to speak up, but if you still have spaces, I have a question and a request. My question is this; what's your favourite arc of Black Butler, and why? For my request, I would like to ask for Undertaker x Reader (female) please. As for headcannons, here we go; 1) First meeting 2) Admitting feelings 3) First time having sex 4) Favourite things to do during sex 5) Finding out S/O is sick 6) Ways he gets S/O 'in the mood' ;)

@jasminewitch-blog No worries, there’s no need to apologize. Thank you for your interest and for following me. I hope you enjoy the headcanons for everyone’s favorite mortician.

As for your question, the real answer is that I love almost all of the arcs of Kuroshitsuji because each arc had something about it that really sparked my interest, or had development for a character that I wanted to know more about or wanted to see grow, or made me consider deeper questions about humanity and life in general. That being said, it was difficult to choose, but ultimately I think I’d have to choose The Green Witch arc. I enjoyed it for multiple reasons, but the top reasons were: all of the servants were present and were able to showcase their abilities and strengths, rather than mainly being a comedy piece (which I am fine with, btw, but I like the contrasting duality between how they’re usually depicted and when they show why they deserve to be Phantomhive servants); Sebastian’s true nature and abilities were brought to the forefront again in spectacular fashion (whether it’s confusion at his tears or when he begins to act on his right to O!Ciel’s soul when it appears he’s retracting on his revenge or when he burns down the lab and we get to see his reveling in being able to flex his demonic powers-I’d be lying if I said that the last one doesn’t make me a little weak in the knees); and that with the addition of Sieglinde to the story, we finally have a female character who is O!Ciel’s equal in both intellect and determination and I really like their dynamic and I’m always for strong female characters in stories, no matter their age.

Now as for your request, you’ll find it underneath the “Keep Reading” line. I wanted to be safe and hide it somewhat since some of them are NSFW. (That is, if it shows up this time. I triple checked that I had added it to the Vincent request, but it disappeared into the void when I posted it...oh well)

Undertaker/Fem!Reader

The circumstances under which you met Undertaker were not ideal. You had been born into poverty on the East End and it was by some cruel miracle that you had survived until adulthood. Your days were riddled with anxiety over basic necessities- where your next meal would come from or how you were going to keep warm in the winter. It was difficult given there were three mouths to keep fed in your household. So you did what you could to help provide for your parents and yourself, scraping by on thin soups and coin you earned from performing odd jobs here and there for those of the self made middle class who weren’t pretentious enough to let your background overshadow your skills with a needle. It had been a bittersweet relief when the fever took your parents. You had loved them, of course, but you couldn’t ignore the inherent practical advantage to having two less bellies to fill, two less aged ones to care for. However, that relief was short lived when the realization struck you...you now had no home, no protection, and no food. If you didn’t act quickly, you would be dead within a week or worse. That was how you had stumbled upon the Undertaker’s shoppe. You had been searching about for any odd job you could perform, any seamstress who might take pity on your plight and take you on for a day or two in exchange for a warm meal and a corner in their back storage room where you could rest your weary bones, when you heard the pleasant sound of humming coming from down the alley. Curious, you slipped in between the two buildings and followed the humming to where the back door to the Undertaker’s shoppe, which was propped open to let in the warm summer breeze. You cautiously glanced around the corner of the to see the back of a tall, robe clad man as he stood by a table where he appeared to be tending to someone’s body. You were about to continue on your way when, as the man stepped out of the room, having been called by the sound of a bell that had chimed from somewhere inside the building, you spotted a heavily jeweled necklace. Your eyes grew wide as the sun glinted off the precious jewelry. That would get you enough money to eat for a week and provide a dry, warm bed for you to sleep in. So, without a second thought, you rushed into the room, snatching the necklace and fleeing down the alleyway before the man could return. This went on for two months. Every couple of weeks, you would stop by the Undertaker’s shoppe and swipe something of value from the room. They were corpses, anyway. Why did they need such embellishments? All it took was one time. One time when you were too confident, too desperate to refuse the large ruby broach that sat on the table, almost begging for you to take it. As your fingers wrapped around the cold stone, a firm hand gripped your shoulder, and that was it...you had been caught. You begged the man not to take you to the police, that you were sorry but that you had no other choice. Before you could stop yourself, your life story came rushing from your lips until, with cheeks wet with tears, you finished your explanation. It was after a few minutes of consideration that the man told you he had a proposition for you. Your stomach sank, fearing the worst, when he explained that his work kept him far busier than he would have liked, given he had a special venture he had recently taken on, and could use the help of someone who had needlework skills. So, he offered his silence and a room in the living area above his shop, in exchange for your skills and your complete silence regarding anything you saw whilst working for him. Not having many alternatives, you hesitantly accepted, silently wondering how you could have gotten yourself into such a mess. With that, he led you upstairs to a small room that was to serve as your quarters, excusing himself to retrieve some sheets and blankets for the currently bare bed. As he made to leave, you called out to him, giving him a heartfelt thanks before asking him what his name was. At your question, a knowing smile spread his lips, answering you could simply call him Undertaker.

As with many things with your relationship with Undertaker, the confession of his feelings was sudden and fairly unexpected. It had only taken a few short weeks for you to realize that you felt something for him and six months to know that those feelings were true. He was odd, both as an employer and a person. You would often catch him mumbling things about balances of chemicals and temperature and the like before disappearing to the cellar for hours on end-a cellar you were forbidden from entering. He would often answer your questions with cryptic sayings, which would leave you more boggled than when you had first asked the question. And he seemed to enjoy his work...a little too much, given that he dealt with death every day. But you soon accepted his quirks as part of his eccentric personality and found yourself comfortably settling into life with him. In all your time with him, he had never done or said anything untoward, never asked for you to repay him with sexual favors, something you had continued to fear would occur even a month into your employment. In fact, he had never so much as touched you and, though you found the desire for him to do so growing with every day you continued your lives together, you appreciated his respect of your person. Undertaker had not given much indication as to his feelings towards you, both romantic or platonic. Just a phrase here or there that would rekindle the spark of hope within you that maybe, just maybe there might be a whisper of a chance he would return your feelings. However, almost a year into your employment, not a word of true confirmation had been spoken and that hope eventually died. As despondent you had been at the realization, you took comfort in the fact you had a roof over your head, a warm bed, a full belly, and protection from a man who didn’t take advantage of your situation. That was infinitely better than the alternatives of starvation or having to sell your body you were faced with but a year ago. So to say you were caught off guard when Undertaker finally confessed his feelings for you was quite the understatement, especially given the circumstances under which it happened. A customer had come in, demanding to speak to Undertaker directly. He seemed to be one of the more unsavory clients from the Underworld who would occasionally visit, either for information or either needing to use his trade. Undertaker had been working in the cellar all afternoon, so when the client continued to insist on speaking to him immediately, you found yourself at the top of the cellar stairs, calling down for him. After several tries, he gave no acknowledgement of having heard you and, despite your better judgement, you began descending the dark staircase. With each step the air became thicker, laden with chemicals to the point that by the time you had reached the halfway point, you had to cover your nose and mouth to stop your coughing. That was when he cornered you against the wall, his voice low and threatening as he asked why you were there. You stammered as you explained the situation, to which he sighed and ordered you back upstairs. Shaken by his behavior, you sprinted back upstairs to the shoppe, quickly mumbling to the client that Undertaker would be with him presently before hiding yourself in the mortuary for the rest of the time the shoppe was open. After your work was finished, you did all you could to avoid him until you had safely, and uncommonly early, retired to your room for the night. Awhile later, a knock came to your door, Undertaker’s weary voice requesting that you let him in. Not wanting to anger him further, you obeyed his wishes, cautiously coming to sit beside him on your bed. After a minute or two of tense silence, he apologized for his actions and explained that the reason why he had forbade you from entering the cellar was because of the special work-dangerous work he was doing down there. He looked down, thumb rubbing over one of the mourning lockets that was always on his person, as he continued saying he reacted so strongly earlier because you reminded him of someone he used to be close with, someone he had loved. He pressed on, silver locks still covering his face, as he confessed that he had, in fact, come to love you as well and he never wanted to see you harmed by the dangerous things held within the cellar.

Even after having confessed his feelings for you, things did not progress quickly between the two of you, at least not physically. Undertaker would touch you now, oh god, how he loved to touch you. Every moment the two of you worked together, his hand would be somewhere on your person-your hand, your arm, your shoulder, your back. He seemed to take comfort in finally allowing himself to ground his being in your presence. On occasion, you would even kiss. But his actions never moved beyond the realm of loving tenderness...and you had reached your limit. However, you had resolved to extend him the same courtesy he had shown towards your person and never forced the issue. But, you realized as you stared up at your bedroom ceiling, chest heaving as your body relaxed in the wake of your climax, you didn’t know how much longer you could last without his hands being the ones to work you over the edge. It was after the accident that things changed. You had been unintentionally careless with a bottle of embalming chemicals and it broke, slicing and burning your hands in the process. Lady Dalles said that, thankfully, the damage would not be permanent, but it would take some time to fully heal and regain the function of your hands. So, to spare you from having to overtax your hands, Undertaker began assisting you with daily tasks, including dressing. A few weeks after the accident, he had joined you as he would in the evenings to help you out of your day things and into your nightwear. In those weeks, your daily dressing and undressing began to become increasingly tense, each day he would take a little longer, his touch lingering on your skin a few breaths more, and you found yourself wishing you could see his damn eyes so you could know what he was thinking. One of those nights, your ritual continued as always. Except there was something in the stiffness of his stance, the faltering of his warm breath which fanned over the back of your neck and shoulders, the intense focus he seemed to be giving your reflection as your breasts swelled within the confines of your corset with every breath you took that told you that tonight would be different. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers ghosted across your shoulders and trailed up the sensitive skin of your neck. Your heart thrummed with eager expectation as you watched his reflection as he leaned against you, his hands coming to grip your hips as he lowered his lips to the curve of your neck, whispering against your skin that he was sorry, but he couldn’t resist any longer before placing a searing kiss on your flesh. Things quickly escalated, ending in the tangle of your sweat slick bodies lying together in mutual post coital bliss, the floor of your room littered with garments long forgotten. It was a night of many firsts for you, but the part you came to treasure the most was the first view you had ever gotten of his enchanting, phosphoric eyes.

Undertaker’s love of physical touch is, if anything, amplified when you have sex. He cannot get enough of the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers, his lips and he is vocal in reminding you of that. That being the case, one of his favorite things to do for foreplay is for you to restrain his hands in some way, depriving him of being able to touch you while you in turn explore his body with the same care and attention he would show yours. You work him up into a dizzying state of anticipation and longing until he can no longer bear it, easily escaping or breaking his bonds, no matter their construct, before eagerly grabbing hold of you, driving you wild with the same skill you had executed on him. He appreciates your vocal nature as well, having an undiscovered praise kink. There’s nothing that will make him come faster than your moans of pleasure as you’re in the throes of your orgasm, screaming his name, praises of how good he makes you feel falling from your lips like a mantra.

You find Undertaker’s ineptitude when it comes to knowing what to do with you when you’re sick as endearing as it is frustrating. When you asked him about it one time, he shrugged his shoulders and explained he hadn’t worried about such things in some time and, given he now worked exclusively with the dead, he had lost whatever knowledge he had gained about treating the infirmities of the living. So, whenever you become ill, you have to be direct in communicating what you need. However, once he has instruction, he is more than willing to provide you with what you asked. His tries, but his bedside manner just isn’t the best.

Undertaker isn’t often in the mood for sex, which he explained has nothing to do with his desire for you, but rather his body’s condition doesn’t allow for frequent sex. At first you hadn’t believed such an odd explanation, fearing he had found something about you that displeased him, but just hadn’t worked up the courage to tell you about it. However, there was once when you had managed to fuck two days in a row and after the second time, he had quickly fallen asleep and remained in a slumbering state...for three days straight. You had begun to worry, frequently coming up to check and make sure he was still breathing. Fortunately, the third day he awoke, rather disoriented and ravenously hungry. It had taken the rest of that day to nurture him back into his normal self and it was then that you realized he had, in fact, been telling you the truth. So when he is in the mood, he likes to draw it out as much as possible. The whole day will be spent with him touching and kissing places that he knows will work you up, whispering the things he’d love to do to you if you weren’t working, but never proceeding beyond teasing until you’ve closed the shoppe for the day. If he’s feeling particularly adventurous, he will disappear underneath your skirts while you’re still working in the shoppe and will tease you with his tongue until you almost climax, but will stop just before you do, giving your cheek a quick kiss before whispering in your ear that good things come to those who wait.

I hope you enjoyed those headcanons. My apologies for some of them being pretty lengthy, but I wanted to give some context to some of them and I got a little carried away, lol. But thank you again for your support and for following me. I appreciate it so much!

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