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undertakerslxt · 11 months

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Can I request undertaker x female reaper reader where, even though nobody thinks it's possible for reapers to get pregnant, reader starts having morning sickness, but her and undertaker just think she's sick and find out she's pregnant?

What would doting husband undertaker be like? What would he do the first time he feels the baby kick?

I like to think that this would only happen if two reapers have a love that is beyond the rules of the universe.

AND AUNTIE GRELL WOULD BE A THING!!!

YESSS!! omg i absolutely love this.

title; family

warnings; pregnancy, overload of cuteness and adrian being the happiest father-to-be alive (or unalive, technically).

It started out small, the signs. You would start feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. At first, it was only the feeling, but then it would turn into you bent over the toilet, throwing up. Your husband was worried the first time it happened, because reapers couldn't get sick. Or, they weren't supposed to, anyway. For one to be throwing up was a bad sign. (And he couldn't help but immediately think Thorns, even if that wasn't a typical Thorns symptom.)

But then it continued. For days. Some days, you would just curl up under the blanket and not want to be disturbed. Other days, you spent a good portion of your morning in the bathroom. On week two of this, your husband was starting to suspect you weren't actually sick at all.

But how could his suspicion be right? Reapers were dead humans, without the ability to conceive or create life.

Yet that pregnancy test on the bathroom sink said otherwise.

His wide eyes stared right back at you, then slowly drifted down to your stomach. Of course, he wouldn't see any bump yet, but there was new life in your womb. Life both of you had created.

And impossibly, his dream of being a father had come true.

You both weren't with Dispatch anymore, but you were still friends with Grelle. She had been your best friend before you left, so how could you not share this news? You also wanted answers, though. How were you pregnant?

"From all I know, it has something to do with the pureness of a reaper's love," she explained one day, sitting both of you down. "Apparently, if your love is true and pure, despite all this being a punishment, you can be rewarded with a child. Nothing is more pure than a child, so it's supposed to be a representation of your own connection. A symbol, if you will, of how strong your love is that you can overcome a fundamental reaper law and conceive."

You blinked. "So... Adrian and I's love is so strong we were able to conceive?"

"Pretty much." Her eyes lit up. "I will be the best aunt your child will ever have! I'll bring them lots of presents and show them the best ways to reap and-"

"Okay, slow down," you laughed. "One thing at a time, Grelle. First, Adrian and I need to process this."

"Well, alright, but once you're done processing, let me know. We're going to get you maternity clothes!"

Adrian was the absolute picture of a doting husband the second he had the confirmation. Not that he wasn't before, but now he was practically by your side every second. You were feeling a little suffocated, yes, but to be honest, his excitement was adorable. He had come home one day loaded with books. Not the ones of the medical variety, though. Baby names. All kinds of baby names.

You laughed as he set all of them down, spread out on the couch in your living room. You wore a silk robe, one he had gotten for you after you complained your other robe felt too itchy on your skin. Nothing but the best for the mother of my child, he'd insisted.

"Did you just go out and get all of those?" You teased, one hand resting on your swollen belly. You were five and a half months along by now, and you were getting to the point where Adrian had to do much of the work around the house by himself. "Oh my god, Adrian, how many books did you buy?"

"A book merchant owed me favors," he shrugged, a silly grin on his face. "I was quite convincing when I suggested he give all these to me."

Threatened, more like. You just smiled and shook your head, watching as Adrian sat down beside you. "I thought we wanted to wait on names until closer to my due date."

"Well, why not now? We can make a list and see what feels right then!" He leaned over to kiss you sweetly, one hand rubbing your bump. "I want to be completely prepared for our child, luv."

"In that case, I cannot argue." You sighed contentedly as you laid back down. "Damnit. I forgot my water again."

"I'll get it." He was immediately up to go get it. You heard him shuffling in the kitchen for a moment, before he went quiet. Then... "Luv, no offense, but perhaps I should take care of doing the dishes from now on."

With a frown, you struggled up and walked over to the kitchen. "What? Why?"

He chuckled as he glanced towards the sink, where... Oh. You had been making a snack earlier, and put the dirty plate in the sink and the celery in the fridge. But apparently, pregnancy brain had kicked in again, because the celery was in the dirty dish pile. You didn't need to look to know the dish was probably in the fridge. "Ah... Perhaps you might be right. In my defense, I got hungry!" You whined playfully. "You can't hold this against me."

"I will certainly tease you about it," he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nonstop."

"Hey! I am carrying your child, so I'm sorry if I got things mixed up." You pouted, making him kiss your cheek.

"And you look absolutely beautiful while doing both," he reassured you. You couldn't stay mad while he was being all doting, so you sighed and gave in.

"You'd better think so." You poked his nose playfully before waddling back to your place on the couch. You winced, suddenly. "Adrian!"

He practically came running, worried something had happened by the tone of your voice. "What?!" You just grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly, shushing him. A moment passed, then... The baby kicked again, and his eyes widened.

"Was that...?"

"That was our baby, my love. They kicked!"

He knelt in front of you, keeping his hand there. "Hi, baby," he whispered, kissing your belly. "Can you hear me? It's your father."

"I don't know if they can hear you," you teased.

"If you can, I want you to know I love you so much already. Your mother and I cannot wait to meet you," he continued, smiling up at you. Nothing came again, and you saw how he looked quite disappointed, but you reassured him there would be more kicks.

Three and a half months passed by rather quickly, leading to the birth of your very healthy baby girl.

She was the most precious thing in the universe. You stared at your daughter in awe as she slept in your arms, face scrunched up. Adrian was right beside you, sniffling quietly. Your husband rarely ever cried, but you would be upset if the birth of his own daughter wasn't one of the times he did. "She's beautiful," you whispered.

"Absolutely perfect," he agreed softly. "Both of my girls are. I... I can't thank you enough for giving me a family, my love. I never thought..." His voice broke. "I'm a father. I'm really a father now..."

"And I know you'll be the best one ever."

You went to say more, but you were interrupted by Grelle coming into the room in a flurry of excitement. "Is that her?!" She gasped excitedly, leaning over you. "She's beautiful, darling! Lots of hair for a newborn!"

You rolled your eyes in amusement, but you were happy your daughter would have an aunt. And one sure to be as crazy and wonderful as Grelle.

You loved your family.

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cherryskyies · 10 months

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Sebastian & Undertaker w an insecure s/o

trying desperately to make creative brain juice flow guys. sometimes my wording feels off but it's been a hot minute since I've been writing on a regular basis.

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Sebastian

Sebastian is well aware of your insecurities regarding your body before you tell him. He sees it in the way you suck your stomach in when his hand brushes against it, body stiffening when he chooses to keep it there.

He is not an idiot, but he cannot help but be confused as to why you see yourself in such a negative light; you're pure and soft, untainted by the evil surrounding you. Perfection in his eyes.

When the topic arises, his hand still against your flesh, you feel embarrassed. "Can I keep my shirt on?"

Sebastian pauses for a moment, "what if I blow the candles out?" he suggests, desperate to feel all of you, not needing the dim light to guide him.

You comply, still hesitant to know you'll be laid bare beneath him, but Sebastian is quick to toss your anxiety out the door with his skilled tongue.

He will fuck every ounce of doubt and insecurity out of you. Praise follows each thrust.

Undertaker

He has seen a lot of bodies in his life given his field of work and yours isn't anything he hasn't seen before, so why are you ashamed?

In his eyes, every bit of you is a work of art. He paints you in his free time but nothing he does fully captures your beauty.

"I've seen a lot in my life, doll," he starts, slender fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "but I have not seen a girl as alluring as you."

If he could explain you in simple terms he'd say heaven on earth, his very own angel.

Undertaker does his very best to make you comfortable, knowing your insecurities and determined to prove he adores every inch of your mind and body.

His slow hands glide over every curve and so-called "imperfection", leaving kisses followed by praise in areas you tense up.

It is his goal for you to see yourself in the same light he does and he will succeed; don't give him a challenge you don't want him to win.

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burnyourvillage1968 · 10 days

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I wouldn't say Hallelujah

This is a work in progress, and I will do my best to correct any grammatical errors and other issues as much as possible.

Romantic interests: Sebastian, Grey, Agni, Othello, Undertaker

I might add warnings in certain chapters about mature content that you can choose to skip. It wouldn't affect the plot.

Summary:

You passed away and were reborn during the Victorian era. To your dismay, you discovered that you had been transported into the world of the Black Butler show after an unexpected encounter with Ciel and Sebastian. Memories from your modern life made it difficult for you to conform to the expectations of a proper Victorian lady. Things became even more challenging when you were pursued by suitors who were interested in your family status and fame. Eventually, you found a way to escape the pressures of marriage and became a nun. The irony lies in the fact that you are an atheist and would rather endure the discomfort of swallowing a cactus than believe in a deity residing in the sky, constantly judging humanity.

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

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#black butler #black butler x reader #black butler ciel #afab reader #black butler sebastien #crack #fluff #black butler agni #black butler grey #black butler othello #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler undertaker #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #fanfic #ran mao #black butler ran mao #black butler meirin

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aalyssah · 3 months

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Jealousy With Undertaker

Pairing: The Undertaker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,883

A/N: It was requested by someone on Wattpad for me to write for Undertaker. I decided to go with the America Badass Undertaker because when he had this gimmick, it was my favorite. Hope You Enjoy!

Jealousy with Undertaker.

• I feel like when it comes to jealousy with the Undertaker, he wouldn't be the one to make you jealous.

•It would be some guy talking to you, trying to get under Takers' skin or them flirting with you because why would he do that to you?

You smiled as your husbands' promo ended. He was talking trash to the one and only DDP who's been stalking you recently.

You don't know why he's become so obsessed with you, but Taker's gonna make sure he doesn't lay a hand on you.

You stood backstage, waiting for him to come back when someone touched your back from behind. You quickly jumped, spinning around to be met with Stone Cold.

You took a step back, not wanting him to touch you again. "Y/n." He sternly greeted you. You crossed your arms over your chest. "What do you want, Austin?" You asked in an annoyed voice, which made him look 'surprised.'

"What the hell's wrong with you? All I said was your name." You gave him a look. "That's because I don't want you too, now what do you want?" Stone Cold let out a sigh. He didn't want to be here as much as you didn't want him to be.

"Look, my wife Debra told me to inform you that your match against Tori was granted and it'll be next week on Raw.” Now a smile came to your face.

Recently, Tori has betrayed your brother in law, Kane, by leading him on to believe she loved him, only to betray him and go for his ex partner X-Pac. You saw the hurt in his eyes even if he didn't want to admit it, but you promised him you'll get revenge by beating her ass in a match.

"Really! Oh my god, tell Debra I said thank you." You cheered, a huge smile on your face. Stone Cold looked at your happy face. He's never seen someone so happy to beat up someone.

"Yeah, she said she doesn't blame you for wanting a match. She also tells me all the time how she hates Tori cause all she does is run around like she's untouchable."

You nodded your head in agreement. "Yeah, she really does. She thinks just because she had Kane who's all big that she was untouchable, but now she has a whole group of men. Now she feels invisible." You said, adding a weird tone at the end of your sentence. Stone Cold let out a small chuckle at that.

You were so busy talking with him that you didn't realize your husband had come backstage looking for you, but when he saw you talking to his rival Stone Cold, he felt jealousy enter his body.

He watched the whole conversation as you smiled and laughed, throwing your head back. When Stone Cold laughed he knew it was time to step in. Stone Cold doesn't laugh with anyone backstage.

Undertaker walked behind you, the sound of his boots hitting the floor catching your attention. You turned to see him glaring at Stone Cold, his eyes just as cold as his name.

"Austin, you better get your ass away from my wife, right now." Stone Cold held his hands up in surrender. He didn't want any trouble with the big man. "Aye Taker, I was just leaving, man."

Undertaker watched as Stone Cold left, going back to wherever he came from. He then looked at you with anger in his eyes. "Talking with Stone Cold, ain't you?" You let out a sigh at his tone.

You know he's mad by the way he sounds. "Yeah, he was letting me know that I have a match against Tori on Raw next week." Undertaker nodded his head, slipping his hands in his jean pockets.

"Yeah, telling you about a match, huh?" You nodded your head. "So what was all that laughing and smiling about?" You rolled your eyes. "He was telling me about something Debra said. There's no need to be jealous." Undertaker looked at you as if he was offended by your accusation. "Jealous? I'm not jealous, I'm-"

You cut him off. "Yes you are jealous! I just told you why I was talking to him and why I was laughing, but you don't believe me because jealousy is taking over you. You just can't fathom the fact I'm talking to another guy, and that he's your rival."

As much as Undertaker didn't want to admit that you're right, he knew you were. He hated seeing you laughing with Stone Cold. "You're right. I-I'm sorry it's just, seeing you talking with him, it— it made me feel upset." You gave him some sympathy, knowing how he was feeling.

Undertaker and Kane have a rivalry with Triple H and Stone Cold, so seeing your significant other talking with one of them would make you upset too.

"I get it, but there's no need to be jealous. I love you and I would never do anything to make you think otherwise."

Undertaker didn't say anything else as he pulled you in for a kiss.

Jealousy with You.

• Now when it comes to you being jealous it would be a girl's fault. With Taker being so big and popular, I feel like a girl would try flirting with him to get him to help her with beating up someone.

"1, 2, 3!"

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

The bell rang as you stood up and got your hand raised by the referee.

You just won your match against Ivory, smiling as you watched Right to Censor drag her out the ring, staring at you with disgusted eyes.

They've recently been getting onto you about your attire saying 'It's too revealing for the kids' but you honestly could care less.

You stepped out the ropes, walking backstage. Just as you turned the corner your husband's brother popped up, scaring you. "Oh shit, Kane! You scared me." You said with a hand on your heart.

Kane stood there with a blank expression in his eyes. "What is it?" Kane was silent, but his hand gripped your wrist, dragging you away from your spot.

You hissed as his grip was somewhat tight. "Kane, where are you taking me?" Kane ignored your questions, stopping as he saw the scene in front of him.

You tried peeking around his body to see what he stopped for. "What? What is it?" Kane finally stepped aside, letting you see what he was looking at.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw your husband Undertaker standing there, chewing and spitting his tobacco into a cup. "What? Why'd you bring me here, he's not doing any-"

You quickly stopped talking when you saw Trish Stratus walking up in a black outfit with a Deadman Inc. logo on her hat.

She wore a top that pushed her breast up high and a short skirt, showing off her perfectly tanned legs.

You could hear their conversation from where you were.

"Hey Taker." Trish greeted him. Undertaker looked up from his phone, and then looked right back down. He wanted and had nothing to do with Trish. "I said hello Taker." She repeated.

Undertaker looked up at her with an annoyed expression. "What the hell do you want, Trish?" Trish was slightly taken back by his tone, but covered it up with a smile.

"Well, my boys Test and Albert have gotten themselves into trouble with Too Cool, and I was wondering if you would like to be the other partner for them against Rikishi?" Undertaker stood there, looking at her.

She was obviously trying to seduce him with the slurry voice she was doing, and looking at him up and down.

Instead of answering he asked, "Where did you get that hat from?" Trish frowned, taking her hat off and looking at the logo. "Oh, I got it custom made for $300. Took some time to stitch it, but it was so worth it, knowing I would be talking to you." Trish said with a smile as if $300 on a logo wasn’t nothing.

He couldn't believe Trish spent money to try and get him to join her little group. "Well that was dumb as fuck because I'm not helping your boys out, so you better go find someone else." He finished his sentence with another spit of his tobacco.

Trish closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She could feel the frustration rise in her, but she knew she had to keep her cool in order to reel him in.

When her eyes opened, a new side of her showed. She was biting her lips, and her eyes were hooded. She took small steps to him, a hand resting on his chest.

"I tried asking your brother for help, but he unfortunately said no, but that's okay because he's not as strong, and big as you." She said, her manicured hands rubbing his tattooed arm. "And, I think the fans love you way more than they do Kane. You're so popular, and handsome."

As soon as her hand touched his beard you ran up to her from behind and punched her neck with your forearm. She went flying forward, her face hitting the floor with a groan.

"You dumb bitch, trying to seduce my man!" You yelled, getting on top of her and punching her face. Undertaker's eyes grew wide as he put his cup down on a table and grabbed your waist.

You were squirming in his hold, arms and legs flailing around to break out his hold and continue to beat her.

Soon Test and Albert turned the corner, coming to help their manager up. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" You threaten her, as Test and Albert helped her up. Trish fixed her hair with a smile. "Don't be mad cause he thinks I'm hotter than you." You felt yourself grow even angrier at the little smirk on her face.

You were gonna wipe that off her pretty little face.

You turned in Takers hold, grabbing his tobacco spit cup and throwing the brown liquid all on her face and some on Tests' arm.

She let out a disgusted scream, and Test dropped her, in disgust at the brown spit on his arm. "Oh my god, ew!" She screamed, trying to wipe the spit off her body, but it was everywhere.

Now it was your turn to smirk as you watched her and her boys scramble away to the locker room. Undertaker finally let you go, letting out a breath. "Babe, you need to chill out. I wasn't gonna help her."

You nodded your head, running a hand over your face. "Oh, I know you weren't, otherwise I would kill you." Undertaker smiled, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead.

He looked at his brother who still stood in his spot, a small nod shooting towards him. "I swear I'm gonna beat her ass next week." Taker chuckled, rubbing your back.

"Kane, let's go. We're stopping by Regals office on our way to the locker room. I'm sure I'll get my match with the both of you there." You ordered, walking past him.

Taker couldn't and didn't stop you because he knows you're gonna get your revenge.

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luffyvace · 8 days

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Undertaker wants to Court you! ~(Headcanons)~

Can’t wait for the public school arc who’s with me?!

this dude is so silly 🗿 enjoy some hcs of this ridiculous little man

Undertaker is funny. He uses that to his advantage when courting. Well, it actually depends on what type of humor you have- most of his are usually those jokes that are kinda funny but at the same time your like ‘That’s outta pocket! 🤦‍♀️😑😂’ yk?

he always wants to hear jokes. He asks you randomly and no matter what type he laughs at them. Rude humor? Hilarious! Dad jokes? That one really tickled his fancy! 😂 why did the chicken cross the road?? To get to the other side? 🤣🤣💥

now usually I feel he has a specific sense of humor but with you everything’s just kinda funny. It’s that moment when your with someone who you can laugh at the most unfunniest stuff ever and still be cackling at it anyway 😭💕

he’s always telling them as well. Might I say, at the worst times 😏 you just watched someone run over a stray animal? Oh he’s got a joke for that hear him out- LIKE BRO 😭⁉️

HES THE TYPE OF GUY WHO MAKE YOU LAUGH BEFORE EVEN TELLING YOU THE JOKE BECAUSE YOU KNOW ITS GONNA BE STUPID 👍

Let’s also talk about hiiiis…! weird side! (I’m saying ‘side’ like he’s isn’t always weird..) This is pretty much him just being a creep? Ish? Like that scene where he was in the barrel licking salt…🤨 or how he’s always in coffins (which tbh seems more normal for a grim reaper but still..) either way this dudes’ real weird and he doesn’t tone it down, even around you despite the fact that it may or may not (you decide) push you away

He’s a very mysterious dude, so how ever you met him I guarantee it was eerie and somewhat strange. Therefore you were likely intrigued by him, so when you went on your first date it was, well, very interesting! There’s so many layers to unravel with this guy! Ngl even now you’ve only semi unraveled this incomprehensible man but at the least you do learn more as you get to know him :P

his past is….complicated is an understatement- gimme a new word.

literally no one but him knows his full past all the way up to this very day. Looks like no one has stuck around long enough! Since you will I guess you’ll be the first to figure it out! ;)

now I’ll say this, he won’t sit down and just tell you everything, no. That won’t be any fun! 😄 you’ll have to have the intelligent to sit down and decode it piece by piece with the tidbits of information he gives you randomly. Yes! It’s going to be comical seeing you try and put this whole thing-a-ba-jig together! (^_−)−☆ 🤣

his nonjudgmental yet opinionated personality is scary if you don’t like folk who come off too strong. Or if your sensitive- 😄 he’s a ‘tell-it-like-it-is-and-I-don’t-give-a-ship’ type of guy. Buuuut! If your similar to him in that sense you’ll probably understand him a lot more. Him being nonjudgemental is perfect for peeps of all types so that’s a plus!! 💗

ranting about his fascination with humans during your dates comes with the package! ☝️He just does, it’s always one of his topics, and ngl it’s nothing boring either, he’s got quite a few stories to tell with even more jokes in between, which is sure to make for a lovely date <3 plus at some point all species in black butler experienced being a human, and idk about y’all but the study of human nature, psychology and how the brain works is a very interesting thing for me! I’d definitely be able to keep a conversation like that up for some time, me personally.

He puts up a front of a funny weird guy when there’s more to him if you read between the lines. Which, don’t get me wrong that certainly is a part of the real him, he just makes sure to highlight it so you don’t look at the rest 😃👌

he’s a real creepy fellow..even towards you 😭 (on purpose) and whether he’s trying to court you or not there’s no escaping it- if it starts to push you away he’ll find a way to incorporate laughter into it to make it more appealing, but no, he won’t change his ways 😭

WHY DOESN’T HE WASH HIS HAIRRRR

(yes it’s canon 😞)

you force him to wash his hair 😘💋 pls he needs it. or at least do it with him so it’s more fun. It’ll probably be easier to convince him that way

Time to talk about his work as a grim reaper!!! :3 (retired anyway) if you are reaper you get to follow each other around doing tasks! human? You both go your separate ways to work, whatever that may be. A demon? The same as a human really! Just this time you might have a contract with somebody. Buttttt!! A perk of all three is getting to work in the funeral parlor with him ;3 it’s a good disguise if your a demon/reaper and also some good quality time for you and your reaper 😘 (i mean, I hope you don’t mind morbid stuff cuz he’s a mortician after all 😅)

his little Russian roulette with the phantomhives 🕺 (LOL) no seriously I have no clue what type of relationship he has with them besides the fact that he serves them for the price of top notch laughter 🧑‍🍳💋 but you might! I’d say he’s more willing to let you in then anyone if he’s trying to court you! That obviously means he wants to trust you with his heart! So yeah! You likely know a thing or two—more about Ciel than Vincent but any info will do at this point 😭 it’s a start right? 🤷‍♀️

whenever Ciel comes over you get to witness him or Sebastian try to make undertaker laugh, it’s not like they can kick you out, you work there! Perks 😏 You can pretty much tell the one time Ciel made him laugh himself it was just a whole bunch of tomfoolery 😂 (why did it take so long⁉️😭) Sebastian is also able to make undertaker laugh really hard immediately so I wonder what he does 🤪 guess you’ll get to see! 😋

undertaker opening up to you is a process that requires patience. And don’t be pushy!! I mean this for your sake, by the way. You’ll drive yourself crazy since you’ll never get an answer that’s not riddles or straight up jokes. 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

yeah overall his way of courting is really strange but when it comes to making things official he’s poetically blunt. The type of blunt where you have to process for a second like ‘wait what does that mean- oh. OH-’

Anyway I’m gonna talk about the actual dates now cuz I’ve pretty much just been mentioning the madness that comes with it this entire time :3 and yes as I said that’s a way of courting to him. He’s weird and blunt but doesn’t wanna do things the traditional way. So getting you involved in his antics is his way of saying ‘hey i like ya and I want ya to stick around’. And jokes. HAHAHAH 😂

dates with undertaker normally consists of tea, jokes, human psychology and gossip 🗿 ever since I saw ciel in wonderland I couldn’t get over the fact that undertaker was at a tea party and now I headcanons him to like tea LOLOLOL! I mean I know that’s how the plot goes in the actual slice movie and he was just playing the role of the character but, think about it—don’t it kinda fit???? Like?? Okok Hear me out hear me out- imagine sipping on some tea with Undertaker and gossiping on the latest drama from the underworld, ‘I heard a rare case is happening where blah blah blah *giggle* *giggle* chatter chatter..’ ETC! like idk how to explain it but do you see the vision???

I can also see him doing that dramatic anime thing where they sip they’re drink majestically then say something intelligent sounding (☝️🤓) (about psychology, for him) as the wind blows 😂😂 YK? LOLL even worse if your in a outside background and his eyes shows (cuz the character who never shows they’re eyes always show them when they get serious 🤣)

i love how shameless this guy is

why don’t we know this guys’ real name⁉️ Can’t even give him a nickname because ‘undertaker’ isn’t nickname material!! What am I supposed to call him???? Taker’ ⁉️😭🗿

ENJOY @doudouma HERE’S YOUR SURPRISE~ 🤗

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bubbles0bop · 3 months

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Taking requests!

Not spoiler free!

My Art Account-

@honeysartgallery

What I'll take requests for

Masterlist

JJK-

Headcanons:

•Yuta Okkatsu Headcanons

•JJK Relationship Headcanons (Nanami, Choso, Inumaki, Hakari)

•NSFW Yuta Okkotsu Headcanons

•JJK men with Breeding Kinks (NSFW)

Drabbles:

•JJK men watching their crush pole dance

•Comfort in Silence (Yuji Itadori x Reader after Shibuya)

•Waking up with Yuta

Black Butler 2024-

•Undertaker x Reader Headcanons

House Husband-

•Tatsu taking care of his wife while she's pregnant

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sleepingdeath-light · 24 days

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relationship hcs ; undertaker

requested by ; mod / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; undertaker

outline ; “dating headcanons for undertaker”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

undertaker has been witness to many many deaths over his unimaginably long (after)life — some by his hand and others of those he loved deeply — which makes him incredibly protective over you to the extent that he’s hesitant to even let you out of his sight for a moment and any injury or illness, no matter how faint, will lead to him fretting over you and confining you to the home to be doted on as you recover

this also extends to his willingness to kill anyone in his way if it meant keeping you safe — this goes doubly if the person in question happens to be a nonhuman threat (such as another reaper or even a demon, like sebastian) but he’s also not above personally taking the lives of any humans that threaten your well-being in anyway (or, if his time would be better spent by your side, setting his followers on them in his stead)

he’s incredibly affectionate with you and isn’t above engaging with pda for any reason, or no reason at all if the mood simply strikes him — stroking/braiding your hair, caressing your face, nuzzling against your cheek, kissing your hands and arms, pecking your lips, dancing with you around the funeral parlour, etc. — his customers either find it amusing or hate it, but he doesn’t much care either way

he’ll often ask you to help him paint his nails or braid his hair when he’s feeling tired — it’s a good opportunity to just talk and gossip amongst yourselves and sometimes, if you let him, undertaker will return the favour by helping you with your self care routine and doing your hair shortly after you’ve finished with him

when it comes to pet names he tends to lean towards things like ‘dearie’, ‘darling’ and ‘pet’ — but he’s also been known to just call you your first name when he’s otherwise very preoccupied (such as with his work with the bizarre dolls, and especially the resurrected ciel)

he loves making you laugh and being made to laugh by you, so mutual humour and being able to joke around with each other is a strong pillar of your relationship — it’s probably how you fell in love in the first place as you were effortlessly able to make him laugh when you met

oftentimes he will forgo sleep when you’re resting in his arms, just watching you as you dream to make sure that you live through the night — terrified of losing you as he’s lost so many others in the past (though he always feigns a restful sleep when you wake up as to not worry you)

thinks it’s adorable when you ‘steal’ his clothes and will laugh if you try and mimic his demeanour and voice — bonus points if you do all of that with his coat and hat on because he will be rolling with laughter by the end of your performance

he’s quick to jealousy but he’s also excellent at hiding it from you — taking full advantage of his cheerful and non threatening (if odd) persona to tease and mock the offending party, subtly humiliating them until they’re too embarrassed to stay (but if that fails he’ll make some excuse to get you out of the room before dropping his playful act and actually threatening them, which never fails to have the other person fleeing with their tail between their legs)

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peachicake · 1 year

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Hihi! I saw your requests were open since its Christmas. I was wondering if I could have like hcs or smth of where Black Butler characters would react to being under the mistletoe with you and what they would do. (Most preferably Grill and Undertaker and other characters of your choosing! Its ok if you don't like this request feel free to ignore! But if you do write it thank you in advance!!💕)

Thanks for the request hun ♥︎

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Black Butler HC- being under the mistletoe with them

Grell-

Oh how lucky she is to have her little darling under a mistletoe with her

She would walk up to you and gently kiss you on the lips

Even if you were super flustered or embarrassed she would take it as a accomplishment and walk away with pride, flipping her hair like nobody’s business

Undertaker-

Undertaker would probably be a little shy at first but he would eventually gather up the courage to walk over to you and give peck on the lips

“U-Undertaker… did you just kiss me?”

“Yep” popping the “P”

Walks away smirking to himself

Sebastian

would most like just grab your hand and drag you over there then kiss you

Grell would be boring holes into the back of your head. She would be extremely jealous

Dont go near her for a couple of days

that’s all I’m gonna say (´⊙ω⊙`)

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todoroki-waifu · 1 year

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Headcanons about Undertaker, William, and Lau with short gender neutral s/o?

Note: As always, thank you for the request!

Warning: Gender neutral reader.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 439

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~Undertaker~

He likes to make jokes here and there.

Might watch you struggle a bit to get a good laugh, but ends up helping you.

Does he change anything in his home to accommodate you?

Nah. He doesn't.

He doesn't like changing too many things around, plus you know him and his obsession with laughing.

Be aware that if someone else cracks jokes about you being short, he's going to laugh.

Undertaker eventually apologizes and tells you that the only reason why some people might make fun of you is because they're jealous.

They're jealous that they don't fit perfectly in his arms the way you do and that he can easily kiss you when he's sitting while you're standing.

If someone does take their teasing too far, he won't be laughing anymore.

And you know that isn't a good thing.

~William~

Doesn't think much of it.

Honestly forgets about yours and his height difference.

So when you're over his place, everything is set to his level.

William does eventually remember to put certain things at a more convenient placement.

He's a serious man so he wouldn't be making any jokes about you being short.

But will poke a person with his shears if they offend you.

Treats you like an equal, but again, forgets that there are certain things you need help with.

Like that time when he asked you to grab the tea from one of the cabinets and of course it happens to be at the highest point.

When he comes to check what was taking a while, he sees you attempting to dangerously climb on a chair to reach the tea.

Yeah, he wasn't going to let that happen again.

Also, when you're both cuddling, he secretly likes when you embrace him from behind. He's not sure why, but it feels comforting for him.

~Lau~

Short people problems? What are those?

Lau made sure to make everything convenient to you.

He's had people readjust cabinets and shelves in yours and his home.

Even if something was out of reach, there was always someone nearby to help you. Lau's told you multiple times to use them so you didn't have to trouble yourself.

If you're both out in town, he has his assistants following you and him with the purpose of aiding you.

Lau tells you constantly to hold onto him whenever you're out together.

Feels that people might take advantage of your height.

But he'd never allow it.

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ava-valerie · 1 year

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Could you write a head canon of OC being protective of ABA taker when he gets hurt? My brain tells me that this mammoth sized man needs to be protected by someone half his size 🥲

Oiii! I love this idea 💖 Well done, nonnie! It turned out quite fluffy when the American Badass flashes goo-goo eyes at the reader 🥺 You shall receive!

Trigger warning: Mentions of blood (just to be safe)

** Headcanon **

The match had been going for quite a while

A brutal show of fists colliding with jaws

Taker, the American Badass, isn't known for giving up

And he won't back away from the fight now

Even though blood blurs his vision and he stumbles, almost not able to stay on his feet

It hurts your heart to see this stubborn man and how he keeps standing up... and up... and up again

Eventually you can't bear the sight anymore and rush to the ring

Ready to throw fists yourself

Taker sits in a corner as you slide on the canvas, armed with a steel chair and desperate to end this massacre

He watches in surprise and awe when you attack his opponent with the chair, the sound of it bashing on the other man's back is music to his ears

A small thing like you going full berserk tickles a raspy laugh out of his throat as he enjoys the view

This, exactly this, is the moment Taker falls for you

Hard

The referee quickly ends the attack and you somehow manage to get the injured giant backstage

He drops on a couch, sitting with his legs apart, and grins at you with a certain spark in the eyes

"That... was hot, sweetheart"

His comment makes you blush, and you decide to sit on his lap to patch up his bruised face

"And you are a stubborn idiot"

It takes a lot of concentration not to melt under his adoring gazes as he follows every movement of yours

Maybe

Probably

He wants to get in such a situation again, just to see you in full berserk mode

"I might be an idiot for you"

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cyb3rsku1l · 29 days

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Hallo, I'll make a request for 1995 Undertaker please: he finds a big rip in his coat soon before he has to go make his entrance, and a stagehand who is always shy and quiet but secretly likes him a lot offers to go out of her way to fix it for him, then later Taker is in the graveyard and finds that same stagehand, looking sad, they talk and she tells him she was orphaned young and she always feels alone, as they speak the feelings between them are growing until Taker holds her in his arms and they kiss sweetly, officially becoming together now, makeout and kiss somemore and Taker carries his now girlfriend inside his spooky house lol. Sorry if it's long.. -_-

AN: Thank you for your request! I'll try my best to deliver this is my first fic so yk lol enjoy!

Warnings(?): None really just kissing :]

Not proof read! My first fic please be nice

TuT👍

You strolled through the halls of backstage. You managed to land your dream job working for one of the bigger companies, WWE. You got a job as stagehand. this job could be tedious since you had to run around setting things up, fixing wrestlers costumes, making sure props were switched with their breakable counter parts.

It was just a usual day for you. Everything was going good, the crowd was loving the show. You were sitting in the "costume room" making sure none were ripped from stunts and such when you heard the door open with an ominous creak. You looked up to see The undertaker in all his intimating scary glory. You didn't say anything you just glanced up at him and back down to the costume you were finishing up with a minor repair needed. You assumed he needed a part to his costume or something. Vince McMan the owner of WWE always seemed on edge with the undertaker given how he acts his ominous presence just being there. You got how Vince felt you were already pretty shy around the wrestlers male or female but with Taker...you really tried to have limited interaction with him because of his intimating appearance and demeanor. You couldn't lie you might have had some feelings for the Deadman. Just how he was so ominous and vague...it intrigued you. You wanted to know more about the Deadman and what drives him to be the way he is...

Your thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice rumbling out in the small room as the Deadman removed his coat. "There's...a rip in my jacket. Fix it." You deadpanned as you looked up at the black leather jacket that Taker held out to you his cold eyes scanned your face as you took his jacket without a word. You had a line of costumes you had to fix but you stopped to fix Takers jacket for him because he was on soon. You began to sew the tip for him as he just stood there staring at you under his back and purple Fedora. As you finished up, you tied the knot to secure the repair and gave it a little test tug before handing it back to him. You smiled up at the Deadman which caught him by surprise. "It shouldn't rip in that area unless you cut it or someone pulls really hard on it." You turned away as Taker put the jacket on and slightly nodded his head before leaving the room just as his theme began making the crowd go wild.

Later that night you stood over your parents graves. You placed a new set of their favorite flowers in the little side jar in between their respective resting places. You stepped back and just stood there. The slight wind blew gently through your hair seemingly trying to be a sort of comfort.

As you stood there you let a couple of tears fall. The bright beautiful moon made them shimmer as they fell down your face. You felt a Presence behind you and you turned around thinking it was a grave keeper that was coming to tell you that they were closing up for the night. Instead you were met with Taker...he stood behind you without his hat this time. You turned your head wiping your tears as Taker tilted his head slightly. "What's wrong little one?" Taker asked his voice low with a bit of curiosity. You looked up and then looked away again before you said in a small voice, "Nothing just visiting some people..." You felt Takers hand take your chin with surprising gentleness. Your eyes met his as he asked again, "Don't lie. What's wrong?" Your heart skipped a beat as you felt a new wave of tears film your eyes as they slowly trailed down your face Taker used his thumb to wipe them away.

"I'm visiting my parents...they passed when I was little so...I had nobody growing up. I guess I'm just reflecting on that." You said, your voice small and timid. "I see" Taker said his voice low and rumbly as he looked away then back to you before he slowly pulled you close and held you in a surprisingly gentle hug. You paused before hugging him back. Your arms were unable to wrap all the way around his waist due to his muscular body.

Taker tilted your head up and stared into your eyes. You stared back a light blush creeping up your neck coloring your cheeks. Suddenly Taker leaned down, capturing your lips in his. You froze but then closed your eyes and kissed back. You placed your hands on his chest as he pulled you closer by your waist.

Taker's tongue invaded your mouth making you let out a small gasp which made him chuckle. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed taking little breaths in between. When Taker pulled back you were left slightly panting as he stared down at you with a slight smirk. You blushed as what you just did set in. You buried your head in his chest as your blush covered your face. "It's alright love. A kiss never hurt anyone right?" Taker chuckled as he picked you up into his arms bridal style. You squeaked as your blush intensified. "Wait!" You called out making Taker look down at you as he made his way to his manor. "Do not fret love, I am taking you home, where you will be safe with me in my arms and sights always." You thought about it for a moment, 'how bad can this be?' you thought to yourself as you leaned your head on his shoulder a happy smile painted on your face.

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take-taker-taken · 2 months

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can you do ABA!taker x plus size!reader it’s her birthday and she was looking forward to spending it with him. But when she woke up he was at work so she was upset and crying the whole morning. Taker makes it up to her tho please.

Thank you for the Ask! I tried, but just couldn’t have a birthday girl in tears the whole morning 🥺 - I hope you like!

Birthday Girl

A shaft of sunlight slants through the drapes and tickles your face, pulling you out of sleep and you roll over to look at the clock, which reads 8am. You smile and stretch, for once not minding a relatively early wake up on a weekend because today is different. You’ve been looking forward to your birthday for weeks because you know he’s going to make it special. He’s not laying beside you but there’s nothing unusual there - he normally gets up early and heads straight down into his gym. You sit up and cast your eye around the room, seeing nothing out of place so you shrug the duvet off and climb out of bed.

After a quick shower there’s still no sign of him and so you pull on some jersey shorts and one of his big Harley Davidson t-shirts, shimmying it down over your generous curves. You call his name as you head down the stairs but there’s no response - it really does seem awfully quiet. There’s no sign of life in the kitchen - not so much as the coffee machine cooling and so you flick that on and wander around, thinking he’ll maybe have left a card propped up somewhere, or a little gift.

But there’s nothing.

All the blinds are open in the kitchen and the living room and you spot an empty glass in the sink so with a small smile you head downstairs to the gym, thinking at least you’ll get to see him all sweaty and working out. You open the door to complete darkness and another silent room. You flick the light on just in case he’s sat there in the dark but of course he’s not so you pull the door closed again and head back to the kitchen, feeling dejected.

The coffee machine is gurgling as you pull down a mug and grab the cream from the fridge and then you have a thought and wander to the hallway. Sure enough, his keys are gone from the bowl on the side stand. You do a little jump and head back to the kitchen where you serve yourself the coffee and grab your phone from the table, knowing now that he must have headed out to pick up breakfast as a treat. And… yup! There’s a voicemail from him right there. You dial into it and wait impatiently while the robot-voice tells you that you have one new message and then…

“Hey, baby. I just *crackle crackle* and *crackle clunk crackle crackle* by *crackle clunk* that work *clunk crackle crackle clunk* important so *crackle clunk* oon *crackle* an. Bye.”

The message cuts off and you stand there as your stomach drops. One word that had come through from the static-riddled mess loud and clear… work.

He’s gone to work?

Without saying anything or even waking you.

On your birthday.

You sink into a chair and stare down into your mug, the image before you blurring as tears form in your eyes. He went to work on your birthday. You gulp half the liquid down around the ache in your throat as you hold back a crying fit. You grit your teeth and call him, intending to give him a piece of your mind but the call goes straight to answerphone. You hang up before the beep because if you try to leave him an angry message you know you’ll just cry instead.

You shift in your seat to avoid the sunlight streaming through the window - it’s an irritant now rather than a pleasure. What if he went to work because he forgot about your birthday altogether? No, no he can’t have because you were talking about it only the other day. You shake your head to reinforce your thought. He hasn’t forgotten.

“He didn’t forget.” You say out loud to the empty room. “He just went to work instead.”

You sigh, get up and go to the cupboard to pull out of a box of cereal, all thoughts of a special breakfast forgotten. You work your way through a bowl in mechanical fashion and then feeling flat decide to go back to bed and sleep the day away. Better than sitting around moping. You get to the bedroom, pull the drapes closed against the cheerful brightness outside and hide away under the duvet.

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A door slams and jolts you awake and then you hear him.

“Babe? Baby where are you?”

The memories of this morning descend and you don’t know whether to feel happy he’s home, or angry and upset still that he went. You don’t really trust yourself to respond and so you just wait for a few minutes while he’s looking around downstairs for you. Shortly, you hear his footfall on the stairs and then in seconds he’s in the room just as you’re sitting up. He’s in blue jeans, bandana protruding from a back pocket, and one of his Deadman Inc. shirts - he’s been to work, alright.

“There’s my birthday girl. Baby, I’m so sorry I’m late - I know I was supposed to be back a couple hours ago.” You glance at the clock and it’s just coming up to noon - seems you didn’t sleep the day away after all. He leans down and drops a soft kiss on to your lips, his expression clouding with concern when you don’t respond. “Sweetheart, are you OK?”

“You went to work.” You say quietly. “You just left without saying anything.”

His head drops a little and he takes a seat on the bed. “I know baby, and I shouldn’t have. It was just so early when the call woke me and you were so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb you. I was only supposed to be gone a couple hours, like my message said. I was sure I’d be back before you’d even opened your eyes.” He holds up your phone that he’s brought up from the kitchen counter and you can see a dozen missed calls from him on the screen. “You did pick up my message, didn’t you?”

“It didn’t come through properly. Just mostly static so I barely heard anything.”

He shifts on to the bed properly and puts his arm around you. “I should have just woken you,” he says. “I called you from the parking lot - my message said that work had called me because we had to redo some promos after some tape got damaged. I told them that we had to be quick because your birthday was important and that I’d be home as soon as I could.” He looks around the room and then kisses the top of your head. “I should at least have left your card out for you to find. I’m such an ass.”

“Yeah, you are.” You reply, leaning your head against his arm. “I really thought you ran out on me.”

“I’m sorry, I really am. Can we start the day again?” He says with a small smile and you nod. “Thank you. Now, happy birthday, angel.” He kisses your lips, drawing it out into a tease before pulling back and standing up off the bed. He goes to the wardrobe and opens it and you gasp with a smile lighting your face as half a dozen heart-shaped balloons emblazoned with birthday messages float out and up to the ceiling. You stretch your hand out and so he drags them over to you and you slip the small plastic tag over your finger so that you can bounce them up and down in the air.

He returns to the cupboard and emerges with a large teddy bear that’s holding (oh, OK it’s taped to its paws) a large white envelope that he hands over. You carefully remove the card and then the tape, which you stick to the leg of his jeans for him to pick off and put into the trash can. You run your fingers over the blissfully soft material of the bear’s head and tuck it under one arm as you open the envelope. On the front of the card is a photo of two kittens, one tabby and one black, both gazing adorably into the camera and a big ‘Happy Birthday’ message. You giggle as you imagine him taking this to a counter and paying - especially with his image - and then open it.

Happy Birthday, my angel

I love you to the stars and back

(further than the moon, y’know)

Me xxx

Tears threaten to cloud your eyes for all the right reasons this time and you look up at him. “Thank you,” you say with a smile. “It’s beautiful.”

He smiles back and holds a hand out. “There’s more, but you gotta come downstairs.”

Eagerly you throw the duvet off and take his hand, the balloons bobbing around above both your heads and then clutching your card and the teddy bear you head from the room. This time when you reach the kitchen there’s a beautifully decorated cake on the table, bearing (unlit) candles and your name.

“Where’d that come from? It wasn’t in the fridge this morning.”

He takes the bear from you and sits it on one of the dining chairs and then stands the card up on the table. “I ordered it from the bakery in town - picked it up on my way back. Go sit down.”

You take a seat at the table and lean over to see the cake better while he leaves the room for a moment and when he returns he’s carrying a large bouquet of roses in all different colours and a small pile of wrapped parcels.

“Happy birthday,” He says again, bending down to give you another kiss before handing you the flowers and setting the packages on the table in front of you.

You blush, feeling thoroughly spoiled and cradle the bouquet as you seek out the card and the hand-written message in his own writing:

Beautiful flowers for the most beautiful woman!

“They’re amazing, thank you - do you have anything I can put them into?” You’re surprised when he nods.

“Flower store sold me a vase - it’s in one of the cupboards.” He takes a seat across from you. “Go ahead and open your gifts, sweetheart.”

You reach for the biggest parcel which is squishy and tear into the paper to reveal a black Harley Davidson hoodie and you hug it to yourself gleefully. You take the opportunity to check the label, because receiving clothes always makes you a little bit nervous but of course he’s picked out a size that you’ll be happy with.

“I know it’s headed into summer and so probably not the right weather for a hoodie, but I just couldn’t pass it up when I saw it.” He says with a shrug and you stand up and lean over for a kiss.

“It’s perfect, thank you! Means I won’t have to steal yours anymore. Though I probably will.”

He laughs and pushes the smallest gift towards you. “Now this one.”

You open the small box to reveal a gorgeous pair of hoop earrings, each with a clear gem embedded that sparkles in the light. You look up at him. “Are those…”

“Diamonds?” He finishes for you. “Yup, they are. I figured when you wear your hair up they’d look real nice sparklin’ around.”

You touch them carefully, stroking the tips of your fingers over the precious stones. “I… I don’t know what to say! I mean, thank you - obviously!”

“You’re welcome, baby. I can’t wait to see you in ‘em.” He pushes a medium-sized square box towards you. “Next one.”

You dig a nail into the paper and tear off a corner to reveal a flash of bright yellow. Curiosity piqued, you rip the rest off to find a box of Jacque Torres chocolates and you giggle. “You remembered my favourites!”

There’s one parcel left and you have no idea what it could be. Your first guess is maybe a watch, but the box isn’t quite wide enough for that. You take the paper off carefully this time and a plain back box sits beneath.

“I wasn’t completely sure about this, so it’s a bit of a wild card,” He says, making your brow furrow with interest. You open the long-ish, thin box and then gasp, snapping it closed again and stare at him. “Do you like it?”

You don’t say anything, just open the box again and peer at the contents. “Are they…?”

He nods. “They are.”

You set the box on the table and gently lift the leather-covered clips before taking out the diamond tennis bracelet and staring at it in wonder. “Will you put it on me?”

“Sure. Gimme your wrist, there.” You obediently hold out your arm and watch as the tip of his tongue pokes between his lips in concentration as his large fingers work the catch. Once done, he lifts your hand and kisses the back of it and then you turn it this way and that, watching the diamonds sparkling against your skin.

“I don’t know what to say… this is too much.”

“Hey, it’s your birthday - I’m allowed to spoil you if I want.”

You get to your feet and walk around the table, so he pushes his chair out to meet you and catches you around your soft waist. It’s a rare moment that you have to bend down to kiss him and so that’s what you do, taking the opportunity to run your fingers over his hair.

“Thank you,” you say again, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him fiercely.

“You’re welcome, baby. Now, I know it’s your birthday but will you do one thing for me?”

You lean back and give him a curious smile. “Sure… I think.”

One of his hands slips down on to your butt and he quirks an eyebrow at you. “I want you to go upstairs and put those earrings on… and take everything else off… and wait for me in the bedroom. I’m gonna cut a big piece of that cake and bring it on up - and then we’re gonna have a little birthday fun, OK?”

You blush and kiss him again. “Definitely OK,” you reply and wriggle out of his hold. “I’ll be waiting - don’t take too long or I might start without you.”

You back away towards the door and he stands up. “Race ya.”

Giggling, you flee from the room and up the stairs, knowing that the birthday fun is just beginning.

END.

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cherryskyies · 1 year

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Can you do fluff head cannons for undertaker with a fem reader?

Fluff headcanons w Undertaker and his s/o

I feel like I got a bit carried away with this one, but enjoy<3

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Your entire relationship is filled with cute moments from the second you wake up to a gentle kiss on your forehead to planning your future together while under the covers.

Being with Undertaker is falling in love with him everyday all over again. Feeling your heart swell with pure adoration while you sit on the bar stool, watching him make breakfast and sampling the food before it is even done.

Some days are more slow paced than others, allowing for you to spend the gloomy London nights wrapped in a blanket together in front of the fireplace; steaming cups of tea sit in front of both of you with bowls of hot soup and you cannot help but look at him with love and smile, wondering how you got so lucky.

Every now and then the both of you will let your inner child out and play hide n seek with the coffins. You never win, but you’re happy to lose if it means seeing him smile — you’d do anything to make him smile and he’d do the same.

Undertaker has one rule he likes to follow: All three meals are to be shared together. Growing up, he had never had anyone to share a meal with, so having you around makes him feel worth something; he’d be heartbroken if you shared a meal away from him.

I see him as more of an acts of service and words of affirmation guy when it comes to loving you. Your beauty is impossible to define, but he will spend his last breath trying.

On the receiving end, I believe Undertaker to be more of a touch kind of guy. Your hands exploring his body or reaching under the dinner table to hold his makes him feel like he is on top of the world.

You are his goddess and he is your most loyal follower, worshiping at your feet willing to do whatever you ask of him, which is why it is so hard for him to fathom you doing the same to him, but every time your eyes meet his he feels deserving of your love.

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speckle-meow-meow · 10 months

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Hello!! Could you do Undertaker x a reader who rarely ever smiles because they’re insecure of their dimples, and whenever someone points them out it kinda ends up as a mood killer for them? Please and thank you!! Have a nice day/night!!<3

You were born with beautiful/handsome dimples

You loved them as a child but as you got older you started to resent them

Whenever people pointed them out it killed your mood and made you very sour

Eventually you met a man who made you love your dimples

Undertaker loved your dimples

It eventuated your smile and laugh

He knew not to mention them to much do he didn't but he also showed you how much he loved them by kissing them

Which made you happy

He always made sure to lift your spirits whenever people mentioned your dimples

{Hello anon I hope you like this! And sorry ladies, Gentalmen, and those in between I know my posts have been short lately but I am INCREDIBLY busy. I hope you all understand!}

#x reader #gender nuetral reader #fluff #black butler #black butler x reader #Undertaker x reader #black butler undertaker #black butler undertaker x reader

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lilithizhere · 4 months

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I!!!! Cant!!!! Believe!!! I finally found someone who writes for all my favorite anime 😭😭 Thank you for existing.

Can I request some fluff with Undertaker please? How would he spend the anniversary date with his S/O? Do they cook something? do they go out? would he give them a gift? (Gender neutral pls <3)

I just need to read something about the loml before I go crazy 😮‍💨 Thank u!!

- ☁️

The Undertaker.

●So it was your guys Anniversary Date.

●With you and The Undertaker being retired Grim Reapers, and having lived in the mortal world for so long. You knew you guys could find something to do.

●You guys ended up baking and the Undertaker kept laughing because he spilt the Flour and it got everywhere. Including you.

●You looked like a Snowman and then as payback you hugged him Laughing.

●You guys made some delicious brownies, that your pretty sure he somehow put alcohol in?, and ate them all.

●The kitchen was a mess but that was okay. You guys can clean it another time.

●He gave you a very cool Skull as a Gift and you gave him a new Reaper Scythe since you thought he could use a new one.

●You guys cuddled, he kept tickling you, and chilled.

#the undertaker #black butler #black butler undertaker x reader #fluff #oneshot #funny #lol #fanfic writers

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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feverish s/o hcs ; undertaker

requested by ; anonymous (16/02/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | main antagonists

character(s) ; undertaker

outline ; “Can you do undertaker from black butler x female reader who's sick with a bad fever and honestly pretty weak at the moment”

warning(s) ; descriptions of sickness, vomit, fevers and other related things

whilst he doesn’t tend to take much seriously, when it comes to your health he’s as serious as can be — treating it with an attention to detail that had previously only been used for his work as a reaper

so he likely realised that you were going to fall ill long before you did and prepped everything accordingly

getting the most comfortable pillows and blankets he could find, stocking them in a spare room — one with a small window that would let you get some fresh air

stocking up on both fresh fruits and home made soft foods — soups and broths that would fill you up and warm your soul

buying medicine with what few coins he’d scraped together — stuff for everything from fevers to pox to the common cold

so, needless to say, the moment you started to show a fever he’d be more than prepared and you’d be in excellent care for the duration of your sickness

he hurries you into the spare room and changes you into a comfortable night dress — something light and thin and breathable

then he helps you into the bed, buries you in cushions and cracks open the window — handing you a spare pot to empty your guts into whilst he preps some medicine, making you take it alongside some pain killers early in the morning before your major symptoms set in

then, once you’ve taken your medication, he fetches a cold glass of water and presses the back of his hand to your forehead — his touch light and his voice gentle as he talks to you

‘did that help?’

‘feel any better, dear?’

‘do you need anything?’

‘hot water bottle? food? drink? anything at all, just say the word and i’ll get it,’

you shake your head and he hums before leaving, handing you a bell and telling you to ring it if you need anything — he still has a shop to run, after all, and as much as he wants to he can’t be beside you at all times

and that’s how the duration of your illness plays out under your reaper’s diligent care:

he emptied your pot and helped you into the bathroom if you needed the loo or needed to be bathed

he stroked your hand and held your hair back whilst you vomited

he adjusted the temperature of the room if you were too hot or too cold (opening/closing the window, adjusting the amount of layers and so on)

he lovingly made and fed you warm hearty soups and broths and stews, blowing on the spoon and praising you for being willing to eat

he fetched you drinks and medicines and pills, making sure that you never went over or under the suggested dosage for your sort

he cooed and cared for you, encouraging you and shushing you if you ever tried to apologise

he did it all without complaint, only asking that you try and recover as repayment for his care — kissing your head and holding you as you went through the worst waves of your illness

doing everything he can to give you a smooth path to recovery and sticking with you no matter how long it lasts

because undertaker is the sort to take ‘in sickness and health’ to heart, even if you aren’t yet married

#sleepingdeath #female reader #fluff #fluff hcs #sick reader #kuroshitsuji undertaker x reader #black butler undertaker x reader #black butler undertaker fluff #kuroshitsuji undertaker fluff #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji fluff #black butler x reader #black butler fluff

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