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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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──── 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I had brainrot sorry but I want this man to rail me in inappropriate places.... I should do a coffin next

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: The Undertaker | Adrian Crevan x Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.3k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, smut, MDNI, sex in a morgue, slight body carving, biting/marking, creampie, can be read as a modern au

You looked so out of place and there was something alluring about it.

You were laid back against the autopsy table, kicking your feet slightly as you patiently waited for your lover to shrug off his coat and pull on a pair of black latex gloves. You had been curious about his job as an Undertaker and so he thought: what better way than to walk you through it with you as the subject?

Your heart leapt a little at the sight of him with his hair messily pulled back into a bun, his coat removed to reveal the sleeve garters around his arms, white sleeves pushed up his forearms and contrasting the black waistcoat and tight black trousers he so often wore. His style truly made him irresistible.

“Now, usually I’d have to begin by washing the body.” He began as he leaned his hands on the table and towered over where you were laid down, “Though, I’m most often tasked with having to remove their clothes by cutting them off as I later dress them in whatever outfit I’m sent, I know how fond you are of this pretty skirt.” He let out a little hum as he tugged on the end of said skirt. “So let me take these off for you.” He needed no help to lift your hips in order to tug it down though you did sit up for him to remove your shirt. He left you in just your white cotton panties and baby blue bra for a moment, admiring your body. The lace of the bralette was so thin, it left absolutely nothing to his imagination as he watched your nipples pebble behind the sheer fabric. “These too, come on.” His voice drawled out and you began to wonder whether he was getting distracted or whether he had planned this all along.

In all honesty, the Undertaker had fantasised about fucking you on this table for a long time now. He wanted the thrill of it, the memories of how you’d look and sound being fucked over the table that he would spend hours working at every day. Maybe such memories would make the days go faster? Maybe they’d remind him of what he had to look forward to at the end of the day?

“There you go…” He eased you to lay back down as he folded your clothes up and set them aside. “Usually I’d get out some stronger stuff but…” He brought out a solution of sanitiser that he knew wouldn’t irritate your living skin. “I wouldn’t want to hurt my poppet.” His sentence was punctuated by a kiss to the tip of your nose and a little laugh from him as he stood over you once more. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at being naked and utterly exposed to him like this.

“That’s cold!” You gasped out when it first touched your skin and he clicked his tongue before pressing a finger to your lips, tapping twice with a smile that was as seductive as it was mischievous.

“I’m not a doctor, darling;” You took in a sharp breath through your nose when he resumed cleaning your body, “my patients don’t speak.” You did your best to lay still and quiet as he washed your body, fighting the urge to flinch at the initial coldness of the sanitiser against your heated skin. “Now…” He moves on to turn your arms so that they’re palm-up. Latex-covered fingers graze across your wrists, tracing the rivers of your veins beneath your skin, “This is the part where I’d start to drain out all of your blood from here-” His long nails bit into your wrist, even through the gloves he wore, “-or from here,” He then grazed his fingertips up over your arm and to your chest where your heart thumped heavily, making a little detour along the way to tease one of your stiff nipples, “and I’d replace it with a formaldehyde-based solution.” You gasped at the sight of a scalpel in his hands as his fingers ghosted over your abdomen. “I’d have to make an incision or two here to insert a tube so that I could pump you full of solutions to preserve and harden your organs. I’d then close them up and dress you again before I got onto makeup if necessary.”

He leaned down to press a kiss against where the sharp scalpel had been hovering over your abdomen and you were surprised to see his lips come away smeared with a little bit of blood. You glanced down to the red lip print on your skin that was so slightly beading with blood still, surprised that he had actually cut you.

“Of course, I cut my patients much deeper.” He clarified with a laugh at your shocked expression before he swiftly grabbed your legs and rotated your body so that you were laid sideways on the table with your legs hanging off. He then gave you no time to recover as he moved you so that you were now bent over it with your chest pressing to the cold metal surface, eliciting a shrill gasp from you at the sensation.

“But, as much as I love my job, you’re far more interesting to have on my table. You see, you’re all mine and I get to hear all the sweet little noises you make, see how you squirm and twitch, isn’t that right, poppet?”

You quickly nodded your head with a muffled mmh-hmm as those gloved hands firmly grabbed the softness of your ass, pulling you apart to get a view of your pussy that was now glistening from being so exposed to him and his touches. He hadn’t expected you to be so shy and embarrassed at being so exposed and vulnerable to him on his autopsy table and yet it seemed that you were just as excited by it as him.

“Ah, another thing…” He began and you cast a little glance over your shoulder at him, finding those bright green eyes fixed between your legs, “Sometimes they don’t come in perfect shape… I might have to cover up bruising with some makeup or fix over some injuries with wax; you understand what I mean, don’t you? I usually have to inspect each patient thoroughly and it seems that you have an irregularity to all my patients right here so you’ll be good while I inspect it, won’t you?” You folded your arms beneath your head and buried your face in them as he angled your hips to face up a little more, his legs dressed in those heeled and high-climbing boots kicking your own apart before falling to your knees. “Won’t you?” He repeated, wanting to hear your submission.

“I will…” You replied in a murmur, hips jerking just a little at the sensation of his breath on the back of your thigh.

“Swelling…” He mused as though it were somehow just for him, like your thoughts on this were irrelevant even though it was only done for the sheer purpose of watching your arousal grow in the face of your own humiliation. His comment was joined by gloved fingers prodding at your pussy lips. “Flushed skin too…” He murmured at the rosy tint of your aching flesh. You let out a little whimper when his fingers glided through your slit, gathering wetness and stopping just short of your clit. “Wet too…” You keened at the faint pressure of his fingertips at your entrance. “I should see if I can determine the cause of that.”

“Adrian!” You let out a cry of his name as his finger sank into you unexpectedly. It was rare that he ever fingered you, opting to usually make you touch yourself in front of his watchful eyes or for him to sloppily make out with your cunt before pushing his dick into you. His long nails wouldn’t allow you to comfortably be fingered by him, you’d only end up with scratched-up insides, but the gloves he was currently wearing protected you from such a risk and the feeling was so surprising, you felt your legs buckle for a moment.

“Very warm too…” He added to his mental notes as he shallowly pumped his slender finger in and out, rotating it slightly to feel along your walls. You were moving just slightly and he could tell that you were doing your best to not squirm. He wanted to test your limits and so another finger was added to your dripping pussy, making the material of his gloves shine with your arousal. “Tight as well, that’s good.” You could hear the edge of a moan in his voice and knew that he was already imagining how you would feel wrapped around his cock. A squeaked moan left your lips when those fingers brushed over your sweet spot and you pushed your hips back slightly to meet his touch as he hummed in observation.

You took a moment to ask yourself how you had ended up in this position. Genuine curiosity regarding his job had sparked these flames, yes, but who knew you could get so wet from humiliatingly having your pussy inspected by him like this as though you were just some subject or toy? A whine built in the back of your throat at the constant cycle of being turned on by your own humiliation.“Yes, I see what needs to be done…” You parted your lips to protest, only to let out a cry and try to grapple onto the table when he sank his cock into you in one merciless thrust. He wasted no time in firmly grabbing the curve of your waist to hold you still and stop your hips from hitting into the metal table when he began to deliver a punishing pace to your dripping hole that was already so close to coming around him from your prior stimulation.

You could feel the way that he leaned over you, the way the band had fallen from his silver hair to allow it to spill over his shoulders and tickle at your back. You were reminded of just how exposed you were when his clothed chest pressed to your back just before his teeth sank into your shoulder, making you whimper at the pain. He messily licked over the small wound, saliva gathering in the indents of his teeth and cooling in the air, sending little shivers through you. It was the first of many marks to be left across your back, shoulders and neck, even going as far up as your jaw. One bite had been particularly hard and you jolted upwards against him, reaching your hands back in a split second to try and push him off of you. It was a futile attempt done without thought, really, as he quickly grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your lower back in one hand. You were given very little room to squirm as your body tensed with a sudden orgasm, walls tightly squeezing around the fat cock mercilessly gliding in and out of your dripping hole.

“Stay down…” He ordered in a low voice by your ear, keeping his lips there to allow you to hear every moan and word of praise he had for you. “Now…” He began as you began to tremble with the overstimulation, the sensation of your walls milking him causing his hips to falter in their pace, becoming sloppier and sloppier. “I couldn’t exactly fill you up with formaldehyde or glutaraldehyde but… I can fill you with something else instead.” A moan, edged with a whimper, left his lips at the sight of your overused pussy creaming around his aching cock, forming a ring at the base. You were so fucking pretty. His orgasm was only spurred on by your eager nodding and broken, whining little begs for his cum. Who was he to deny you after you’d been so sweet to take interest in his job and then had obediently sat through being the subject of his little demonstration?

You let out a little pained noise at how unintentionally tightly he squeezed your wrists when he finally came inside of you, continuing to grind the head of his cock against your beaten cervix as he came deeply, fucking it all into you.

“Adrian.” You squeaked out when you concluded that he didn’t realise he was hurting you. Bright green eyes fell to you before he let you go, lacing his fingers through those on one of your hands instead to give you an apologetic squeeze.

“Sorry, poppet.” He murmured as he leaned down to press soft kisses across the reddening marks on your back and shoulders. “I got a bit lost in the moment.”

“That’s ok…” You mumbled back, feeling sleepy. You felt him carefully ease himself out of you, leaving you slumped over the table for a mere moment before his coat was being draped over your shoulders and you were being eased upright.

“Hold these.” A quiet command as he put your folded-up clothes into your hands, his gloves now removed. You were then swept up bridal-style and felt his lips press to your forehead as he carried you out of the morgue and into the entrance of his funeral parlour that had closed hours ago.

You only opened your eyes to look up at his scarred face once he was laying you down in your shared bed upstairs. You reached up for him with grabby hands and watched as your reaction made him smile and laugh a little before he began stripping out of his clothes for you to see, immediately getting into bed with you and covering both of your bare bodies with a warm blanket.

“You know… I had been expecting you to just talk me through the process or maybe invite me into the morgue the next time you work.” You murmured against his scarred chest as you rested your head there.

“Hm, yes, but I thought that my method would be much more entertaining for the both of us, my love.” He punctuated his words by squeezing you a little with the arm that was curled around your waist.

“I think you were right…” You hummed as you let yourself doze off with the sound of his heartbeat to lull you.

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undertakerslxt · 11 months

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Could you do a continuation of wash my mouth out? Or maybe a version of the story for undertaker.

If you aren't comfortable with it or just don't want to I totally understand.

title; even when the night changes

warnings; mentions of the reader's suicide

character; undertaker

song inspo; night changes

word count; <600

note; i loved this request. thank you for sending this in <3 i imagine undertaker would want to take care of you, and then grieve privately, but you know him too well to not follow him. also, this is not beta read!

❝ There's nothing to be afraid of. Even when the night changes, it will never change me and you.❞

Loving him was like loving a ghost. Loving him was like loving the memory of a happier time, something you could hold but not quite grasp fully. He was from a different world, a different time. He was everything you'd wanted, but even so close, you could never fully have him. There would always be a part of him that belonged to the world he'd told you about, one he sounded like he regretted joining.

He spoke of it in late nights under sheets, arms holding you close, and voice pained. How he had come to be a reaper, and how he had discovered how twisted such an existence was. Why he had left, why he was so desperate to find some way to make it more meaningful. Though he never said it, you could hear his desperation to protect you from his world, too. He only wanted you happy, but he wasn't. Not entirely.

You only wanted to be with him, until time ended and the world crumbled to dust. You just wanted him to be happy too.

So - you had joined him in his forbidden world.

That was the only way to fully understand him. Fully have him. It was peaceful, drifting off under the cover of darkness, shadows lulling you to sleep.

You thought he'd be happy you had joined him.

And yet, when you stepped through the door of his shop, eyes glowing faintly green and yellow, his smile dropped. The air shifted, the cold deepened, and you could hear nothing but the heaving breath from his chest. The panicked, suppressed breathing of a man grieved and terrified. One trembling hand lifted, dropped back down. Though his bangs covered his eyes, you saw a tear roll down his cheek.

Why?

His question lingered in the air, scared and saddened and broken. Why, why why. You could give a thousand reasons, but only one suited this moment.

For you. I could not bear to leave you alone in this.

His lips parted, his chest heaved with his breathing. Black nails dug into the wood of his desk, knuckles white.

You had more to live for than me. You have thrown it all away.

But I love you.

He came towards you, movements slow. Pained. Cool hands cupped your cheeks, lifted your face so your eyes meet. Chartreuse to chartreuse. He trembled, for one of the only times in his immortal life words having failed him. What does he say to you now? There is no turning back, no reversing this mistake.

I never wished this on you.

You smiled softly, touched his cheek. It is okay. I am happy now.

He wished to believe that. He wanted to. So, so desperately, he wanted to believe this would be okay. But when he is alone later, pale moonlight illuminating him in a dark street somewhere close to his shop, he screams in rage, in grief. You are sleeping, resting from your ordeal and he cannot disturb you.

And yet the Undertaker breaks utterly.

He screams until he cannot anymore, scythe tearing through cobblestone and brick. He screams until his voice gives out, and he can only drop to his knees and sob, uncaring what passerbys may see. He sobs until his vision darkens, and his chest constricts, and his eyes are red contrasting with his green irises. He does not even flinch when he feels your arms encircling his shoulders, when your lips press a kiss to his temple.

We can be together forever now, my love.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 7 months

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hi can i request yan sebastian, grell and hell taker meeting reader as their soulmate bit reader is more likely to believe soulmate is not real and theres not such things as true love or destiny

Soulmate | Yandere Black Butler

Naturally in a world where demons, rogue angels, and grim reapers run rampant love and procreation aren’t exactly expected. But their creators gave them an out—a symbol randomly given to someone stamped with a soulmate status. Many would consider it a weakness but many others would consider it a strength of its own. Either way for them a soulmate is one in a million and they’d be foolish to let you escape whether you believe it or not:

Sebastian Michaelis

“What a glorious surprise is this?”

He never expected to find his soulmate in the devout hater for all things non-human

He’s delighted with the challenge you offer

Always keeping him on his toes

What a treat

He only really has a problem when you start successfully trying to escape

Expect to be moved into the Phantomhive Manor pronto

Undertaker

“Hehehehe what a morbid turn of events.”

To have your rejection before the revelation of being his soulmate

But what can you really say when you’re supposed soulmate is a grim reaper

Who is more than delighted to experiment with the topic of death with anyone who you seem interested in you

He doesn’t see you as a weakness not until you prove it to him

Otherwise he’ll decide you need to take a permanent staycation in his care

Or keep you running either one works

Grell

“What?! You?!”

Doesn’t immediately get the connection

Whether its an obvious vision or a physical sign

He doesn’t immediately peg you for soulmate material

Especially when you scoff at the idea of that being even being a thing

But Grell isn’t a stranger to rejection

So your protests will mean nothing

Nothing more than a new side of you to learn about

And as your soulmate its a given that he know everything there is to know about you

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blues824 · 2 years

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Request: Hello! I was wondering if I may request a Shinobu Kocho! Reader with Black Butler (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, +Undertaker & Snake.) The reader having her personality and hiding behind a cheery facade to hide the anger she holds against demons for killing her sister. maybe also her jealousy towards other people for having a stronger body, wishing she also had stronger body. (+her teasing Ciel)Her swordsmanship skills as well where it’s the reader adding poison to her blade to kill demons (in this case, demons like Sebastian and Claude.) But also having exceptional knowledge in the medical field and being a doctor Since Shinobu is heard to be very beautiful stated by Zenitsu to be able to “make a living on her looks alone.” I think the reader should would also be very beautiful (not like they aren’t already) and to a touch of elegance like a butterfly and just be very graceful and light on her feet. - @mistress-ofpink

This anime was actually the first anime I’ve ever watched. My cousin was scrolling through different streaming sites and we saw it and were like “ThIs LoOkS iNtErEsTiNg” and now I’m here… years later… on Tumblr… making fanfics about it. Also, the Undertaker’s name is Adrian, right? Could have sworn that was it but I’m second-guessing myself.

Thanks for the request, by the way!

Ciel Phantomhive

Mans knew from the get-go that you weren’t happy at all. As a person in political power, he knows a fair amount of politicians who fake a smile towards him and then complain that he’s super young behind his back.

Ciel wouldn’t say he particularly liked demons very much, but he likes them far better than angels. However, there are days where he would like to pair up with you and kill Sebastian for being annoying.

What he doesn’t appreciate about you is that you like to tease him. A lot. You tease him about being so young and so very short and how his temper was shorter than he was. He has scolded you on multiple occasions about this, but it’s never effective.

He understands your whole “wishing for a stronger body” sentiment. He too wishes he were physically stronger. After all, he has asthma and can’t do much. At least you can actually do something about your wish, Y/N.

You take over as his caretaker because of your extensive medical knowledge. After all, your descendants and siblings all were demon slayers and doctors. You’re also an exceptional swordswoman. You make up for your lack of physical endurance by dipping your blade in poison. He will often take you on missions to assist Sebastian in anything.

Ciel will admit that you are very beautiful. The first time you were called for your expertise in poison, he had his breath taken away. Literally. Mans had an asthma attack because you were so pretty. Then with your knowledge and how you were graceful in everything you did? Mans could have died right there if it weren’t for you helping him out.

Sebastian Michaelis

He also knows that you are very angry. He’s a demon, he can sense emotions. Also, he can read people and he can read you like an open book. He can see the slight strain on your everyday smile and the near-to-snapping glimpse through your cheerful attitude.

He knows of the demon who killed your sister. It is so unfortunate that someone as great as you had to suffer such a terrible loss. He understands that you have gotten a very negative impression of all of demonkind and wishes to convince you that not all demons are… horrible.

You tend to be a bit of a tease, often pointing out how much he acts like a father to Ciel or how he ‘runs a tight ship’ in the Phantomhive household. Sebastian knows that it’s lighthearted, so he will often tease back. All in good fun.

Sebastian is very strong. He doesn’t really understand the whole “I want a stronger body” thing, but he will be willing to lend an ear as he does his tasks. He will also be willing to give you a workout regiment and make you meals that could get you physically stronger if you so desire.

Like Sebastian is the ‘father’, you take over as the ‘mother’ of the household. You tend to be a bit more on the motherly side. Plus, your medical knowledge is held in high regard around the world. Your skills as a swordswoman aren’t something to laugh at either. You are basically a human version of Sebastian. You always offer your services to the Phantomhive household.

Sebastian knows that you are gorgeous. You’ve had to turn down many suitors because they always want you to quit your work to tend to them and their every need. You are always graceful in your movements and you always hold yourself with great dignity. Even when fighting with a sword, you are always so elegant. You're his beautiful butterfly, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Alois Trancy

I think Alois needed someone like you in his life if I’m being completely honest. While he remains oblivious to your anger, you understand him. You're motherly and nurturing towards him, and he can count on one hand how many people act this way towards him.

From what I can tell, he also despises demons. However, Claude is an exception to his hatred. He hopes that he can make you see him in the same light he does. He always mistreats his staff, but because of you he is starting to understand that that behavior isn’t acceptable.

On his good days, you both tease each other a lot. Of course, it’s nothing harmful. He will often call you his “wifey”, “future wife”, “honey”, or something along those lines. Not only is it a fun nickname, it also allows everyone to know that you are taken. You reciprocate these affections.

I don’t think Alois is strong either, but he doesn’t wish to be stronger because he has Claude to boss around. If he ever sees you sad, he’ll be sad too. Then you have to comfort him even though you are the one who was originally upset.

Alois is always impressed by your knowledge not only as a medical professional, but also as a combatant. He will continuously ask you if you and Claude could perform a jousting skit or something of that sort.

I feel like Alois was sick or something and Claude summoned you to help. The former was taken aback by your beauty and thought he died and went to Heaven because who is this angel?? You were just so graceful and elegant in everything you did in the Trancy Manor. Mans has heart eyes for you.

Claude Faustus

He too also knows of your intense anger and hatred for demons. It was amusing to him how you had to work with the thing you hate most. He sees how your smile falters when he walks into the room behind Alois. The rage behind those kind eyes could battle a demon’s.

Mans is kind of like the demon who killed your older sister. He’s apathetic: every emotion he shows is a facade. However, he wouldn’t do anything like that without a direct order. However, it brings a strange pain to his chest whenever he sees you distance yourself from him.

The teasing tends to be one-sided. You tease how Claude’s basically standing ‘in loco parentis’ for Alois. Very rarely will he ever oblige you and tease you back. When he does, it will be a nickname to try and get you flustered.

As a demon, he’s strong. He’s been on fair playing grounds with Sebastian, so yeah. Like the crow demon, Claude will lend an ear if need be. He would also help you train and have the chef prepare meals that could get you to a physically stronger state.

He appreciates your willingness to help around the Manor. From you, he’s learned how to ‘take it easy’. You often prepare different blends of teas that have different healing properties for the both of you to enjoy in your free time. When you are called away, you will leave him a few notes telling him how to deal with certain medical situations that are most probable to happen.

He finds you to be as soft and gentle as a butterfly. You always seem to flutter around gracefully, and it’s not something he sees everyday. However, you are fleeting like one, being a well-known doctor and all. If he had it his way, you’d have permanent residence at the Trancy Manor. He loves you dearly, and secretly wishes you wouldn’t leave.

Undertaker

Y’all are perfect for each other, I swear. He knows of the anger you keep hidden and manages to bring it out and help you. You both bring out the best in each other. However, he sees your strained smile whenever Sebastian enters the funeral parlor.

He also was the one to reap your sister’s soul. It was rather unfortunate that she had to leave this world at such a young age, but it’s just life. He understands that this is a serious topic, so he will never joke about it.

Teasing is like a competition to the both of you. Who can make the other flustered/annoyed first? You will walk around the building, calling each other ridiculous nicknames. You would tease him about his obsession for the dead, and he would make fun of you for your obsession with insects.

Adrian is pretty strong himself, so he doesn’t understand your insecurity. However, he will be willing to listen to you if you need it. And while it doesn’t seem like it, he grasps onto every word that slips from your mouth as if it was your lifeline.

Your medical knowledge is extensive and very useful in the funeral home. However, you are often called away as a famous doctor. Adrian always has a small pout whenever you tell him that you have to leave for a business trip. When performing an autopsy, you both will often finish each other’s sentences when voicing your observations.

Sometimes, Adrian thinks your beauty is misplaced. It doesn’t belong in a depressing place like a funeral home. He’s grateful that you decide to stick around and even put up a permanent residence in the home. Your kisses are soft but fleeting, much like the butterflies you love to observe. You both are the metaphor for Life and Death.

Snake

Now where have you seen someone like this guy? You are getting serious deja vu from this guy. Nah but seriously he can read you like an open book. He’s glad your anger isn’t directed at him, but you’re still angry and it’s kind of scaring his snakes.

When you tell him about your sister and that her death was the reason for your never ending rage, he and his snakes become a lot more understanding. Webster and Goethe slither around your arm and shoulders as their way of giving you a ‘hug’.

You tend to tease Snake about his shyness, and you make sure he knows that it’s all light-hearted. You would never even think of teasing him about anything he was super insecure about. You would call him endearing nicknames (i.e. Honey, My lovely Snake, etc.) to fluster him. You’d do the same for each of the snakes (who all love you a lot).

I’d say he’s around average strength, but if you combine his strength with his snakes, then he’s possibly the most underrated character in the series. He can’t do much about your insecurity, but he’s always willing to listen to you if you need to talk.

For your medical practice, this relationship is actually beneficial for the both of you. With Snake’s and Webster’s permission, you will collect a poison sample from the latter and create an antidote in case something happens. The former will admire your concentration and hard work. In exchange, you would do your best to learn how to speak to Snake’s snakes. They will all be super patient with you if you make mistakes. It’s that you’re trying that matters!

The first time Snake laid his eyes upon you, he could have fainted. You were just a blessing in his life and he thanks the stars that you would choose someone like him. Not only do you not judge him, but you admire his scales and you often trace them gently with your finger. Your smile immediately puts him at ease. When he asked you out, he used his actual voice. Mans is committed.

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therealvampira · 1 year

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Undertaker (Adrian Crevan) x Reader- The Fog

Published: January 22, 2023- 1:57 AM EST Time

Word Count: 2,855

Pairing: Undertaker x Reader

Summary: While taking a casual stroll through the vacant cemetery, you are faced with a surprise encounter with the Undertaker, whom you were close with before he disappeared after the Campania incident.

“Finally”, you thought. The old cemetery was completely still, the only nearby sounds were that of the rustling trees in the wind and the flapping wings of old crows that flew by. What a beautiful, yet eerie scene it was. The fog slowly arose from the ground, blurring even the nearest sight, until you could barely make out the outline of the rusty old gate that you had entered from. Making your way down the path that led to the end of the graveyard, you stopped by the stone bench that you’d always sit at.

Usually, you and Adrian would sit out here on that stone bench and talk with each other, make jokes, or enjoy each other's silence. These vulnerable moments that you two shared is what made your bond so strong, and practically unbreakable. But for now, and for many months, he had disappeared. Very often, Adrian would have some business down at the funeral home right by the cemetery, and on many of those nights, you two would wander about and be yourselves with each other, without worry of any judgment, since this cemetery is normally vacant at night. You missed those gentle, vulnerable moments- you started to wonder where he could have possibly gone off to. Just the thought of you two possibly never meeting again brought a great sense of melancholy within you. Leaning back into the stone bench, you folded your arms and released a deep sigh.

The moon shined through the tall trees as they danced into the night to the rustle of the leaves. The fog blurred it, almost making it look as though you were to see it upon just waking up, when your vision is still quite faded. From the distance, you heard leaves crunching ever so slightly, but you thought nothing of it. You were in such a deep state of melancholy, that almost nothing would pull you out of it.

Almost nothing.

The crunching of the leaves grew closer and closer, causing you to panic.

Was someone here?

Are they going to tell me to leave?

Snapping out of your anxious state, you avert your gaze away from the distant street lanterns, and turn to explore the sound that came from behind you. At first it didn’t look like much, just black, maybe a shadow. As this black shape grew closer, you noticed long white locks of hair stood at its sides, and from the thick fog, came glowing green eyes.

There was no way it could be mistaken for anything else. Standing before you, was your one and only companion, Adrian Crevan.

You stood there stunned, in complete, utter disbelief. ‘Impossible’, you thought, how could he just come back like nothing happened? Where was he? Was he here the whole time?

So many thoughts raced through your mind, that you hadn’t realized how close he had gotten to you. As you took a few steps back to catch your composure, you stared him down. Perhaps your eyes have fooled you, and an illusion had been created from the fog that cloaked the cemetery. No, impossible- you could feel his breath in the cool air, it must have been real.

“Long time no see, (Y/N) dear..” he spoke.

“Adrian…where…how?” you muttered, at a great loss of words.

“After the incident with the Campania, I went off to Weston college to pose as the headmaster, you see. I knew the Earl would be there, and I could continue my work with…a new project of mine” he explained, as he waited for any sort of response from you.

“I…missed you..” you said as you nearly threw yourself towards him, hugging him tightly, as if to make up for all the missed company.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), really. I’ve missed you too” he admitted.

“Adrian, I truly started to think I’d never see you again. You worried me to death- don’t just wander about and disappear so abruptly, that really hurt me..” you said, frustrated.

As upset as you were with him, you couldn't have been happier to have him here with you again. You felt his luminescent eyes wander your face, and looked up to meet them with your own. It’s been quite some time for you, and finally looking at his face again, you’d thought it’d be impossible for a man to be so beautiful. So perfect. So striking.

Almost hypnotized by his perfection, you paid no attention to the way his face slowly got closer to yours. As soon as you snapped out of your trance-like state, his lips had already met yours. He gave you a delicate kiss on your lips, barely even touching you. The feeling of his lips barely brushing against yours, so close yet so far, made you eager for more. It was as if he was teasing your mouth with his own.

Pulling back, he gently placed his slender hands around your waist with a firm grip and leaned towards your ear.

“It’s okay (Y/N)- there’s no need to say anything- I know. I love you too” he whispered, sending shivers down your back as his breath tickled the skin of your neck. He moved his hand from your waist to the back of your neck, placing more kisses on your lips. At first they were quite sloppy, and so delicate that your lips barely even brushed against each other’s. Then after several moments, the kisses gradually picked up more intensity. He could tell how eager you were, how badly you wanted to him to take you right fucking now, and for the both of you to make each other feel good with your own bodies.

But you were nervous too. You hadn’t seen him in so long, and even before that, you two were just friends, or perhaps close companions even. You’d never imagined this would really happen, despite how many nights you stayed up thinking of it. Thinking of how he’d feel or how he’d sound, and many other indecent thoughts.

Somehow, you had been so deep in thought yet again, you hadn't realized he stopped kissing you. Now, you gasped as you felt his lips on your neck, licking your ear and jawline every few moments.

Fuck. This feels so good. Is this even real?

“Adrian, wait…” you interrupted.

“Hm? What seems to be the matter, dear?”

“It’s cold..and I don’t want to do this out here” you answered.

“I see, let’s get you someplace more suitable”

Without another word, he picked you up bridal style and made his way towards the funeral parlor. How odd of a place to do something so intimate. But you didn’t mind, he worked there anyway, and it almost became like a second home to you. Shutting the door behind him, he took you to the receiving room of the funeral parlor where there were a few couches, tables, and multiple lamps that lit up the room perfectly, but still left the room dim. It was almost a normal living room.

Placing you back on the ground, he placed a firm kiss on your lips. Caressing your cheek with his hand as he brushed his thumb against your lips, he looked you deep in your eyes.

“Certain you want to do this, dear?” He asked

You nodded in response, a bit shy to really say anything.

“(Y/N), your words. Use your words, I want to hear you say it and be sure you want this” He added.

“Adrian..” you spoke, not really sure what to say.

“I…really want this. I want to feel you, I need it..” you finished.

“Whatever you please, my lovely” he said, grabbing your hand as he kissed it, locking his fingers into your own.

With great care, he slowly began removing your clothing, careful not to rush it just in case you would change your mind or get uncomfortable, so he could give you time to express any discomfort. Finally, he’d removed all of your clothing, as you attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. You still had your panties on, so you tried pressing yourself against him to cover your chest.

He grabbed each side of your face with his hands, pulling you into another kiss. Without warning, he picked you up and put you on the green, velvety couch where the lamp sat next to. Kneeling in front of you, he spread your legs apart and placed them around his shoulders. You flinched in embarrassment, making him chuckle under his breath.

“You’ve waited so long for this, yet can’t hold onto your composure” he teased.

“Adrian!”

“Sorry my pretty, just teasing”.

While he gently kissed along each of your thighs, he occasionally reached up and played with your nipples, making you squirm in pleasure. Tracing his long nails against the thin fabric of your panties, he pulled them aside, not yet fully removing them. The sudden exposure of air against your drenched pussy caused you to bite your lip. He began moving his fingers just on the outside of your pussy, paying careful attention to the area just above your clit, making sure to be extra gentle.

Unconsciously, you began to loosen up and allowed yourself to let out a few moans and your breathing became slightly faster and harder, until you were panting as his fingers moved in all the right places.

He took off your panties and tossed them aside, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable in front of him.

“(Y/N)” he spoke, “Show me how you like to be touched” he ordered.

“But, I enjoyed what you were doing. Could you…keep going please”

“Oh? But (Y/N), I want to watch you pleasure yourself. I want you to make yourself into a mess as I watch” he added.

Shyly and hesitantly, you moved your hand down to your pussy and rubbed yourself in slow circles. With your best attempt, you tried to replicate the motions he did on you, and make yourself feel as good as he made you feel. It just wasn’t the same, you needed him pleasing you, your own hands were not nearly enough compared to how he was making you feel.

“Could you…keep touching me like you were” you asked shyly, feeling your face heat up rapidly.

“Aww, how sweet. I knew you’d be needing me” he teased.

He gave your drenched pussy a long lick up and down. And then another, gradually picking up the pace. Now, he was eating you out, seemingly determined to taste every bit of you. Before you could cum, he paused, and watched as you struggled to keep yourself together.

“I don’t want to wear you out so soon, dear. Please be patient for me” He said.

Standing back up, he stood over you while you were still on the couch, leaning down to kiss you once again. Once he pulled back, he grabbed your hand and slowly rubbed it against his dick through his clothes. Despite your intense fluster, you still grabbed and played with him through the fabric, making him release low, quiet moans.

The sound was like music to your ears as it filled the silent, dim room. You could barely believe you were actually there, making him feel this good. But you loved, you loved the sweet noise that escaped his mouth with each gentle movement.

Barely able to wait any longer, he quickly pulled his cock out from his pants as you hesitantly grabbed it, stroking it slowly at first.

“No need to be shy, lovely. It’s all yours” he reassured. His words gave you goosebumps, making your stomach flutter in excitement.

Your strokes quickly became steadier and less hesitant, causing him to grunt and moan more frequently now. Looking at the way his cock fit into your hand as you stroked it was almost a…delicious sight to say the least- you needed to know how he tasted. Slowly, you flicked your tongue across his tip, using your lips for a little suction. He gasped slowly in surprise at your sudden movement, moving your hair aside so you could please him more efficiently. Still sliding your tongue up and down at a slow pace, you could feel the slightly salty precum in your mouth.

The taste of him in your mouth made you need more. Sliding your tongue across the tip wouldn’t do it, you wanted his cock to fill every corner of your mouth. You slowly took in a bit more at a time, until you were sure you couldn’t take anymore of him, and used your hand to stroke the rest you couldn’t fit.

“You’re…Nghh” he struggled “getting used to this rather quickly aren’t you, my pretty” he managed to say between his soft moans and grunts.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he added.

Just the sound of his voice was enough to send you over the edge. You began to stroke him faster while focusing your tongue on his tip, watching as he started to come undone just from your mouth. Hearing him let out even the slightest whimper felt so amazing, as his noises filled up the quiet room.

“(Y/N) hold on a moment” he said, gently pulling your head away from his throbbing cock, as the precum continued to leak down his tip.

“I want to savor this- right now it's too soon for it to be over” he explained.

“Lay back down on the couch for me” he ordered.

Laying back down on the couch, he climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists to the arm of the couch with one of his hands. He used the other to gently caress your face as he kept eye contact with you, a soft expression on his face.

He let go of your wrists and began placing kisses along your body, taking time with every corner of your skin. As he carefully rubbed your nipple with his thumb, he took the other in his mouth, flicking his tongue on it. Without breaking eye contact, he took the other nipple into his mouth once again, as a string of saliva trailed from his mouth.

If you were to be honest, this the most erotic sight you'd ever seen. The way he’d shamelessly held eye contact with you while fondling and sucking your breasts.

Suddenly, you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your pussy, making you flinch. You could still feel the wetness of your own spit on his cock when it just barely rubbed against you. He pushed your legs closed together and thrust himself between them, rubbing against your desperate, throbbing cunt.

“Please…I want to feel you” you pleaded.

“Hm? Not sure I heard you there” he teased. He knew exactly what you needed.

“I need you inside of me, please stop teasing me, would you” you said desperately, hoping he’d finally fuck you senseless.

“Good girl, asking so nicely” he cooed.

Finally, you felt him push past your entrance as he slowly fit himself inside of you an inch at a time, careful not to hurt you. He started off painfully slow, making sure you could feel every vein and curve of his cock as he throbbed inside of you.

“Are you enjoying yourself, dear?” he asked, as he held your chin up forcing you to look at him.

“Mhmm” you muttered, not quite able to speak coherently. Right now, you felt vulnerable under him, but regardless, he made you feel safe and comfortable.

“You can cum whenever you're ready, I believe I’ve teased you enough tonight, haven’t I?” he added. His thrusts began to pick up speed, as he arched his back slightly to hit all the spots inside you even better. The sound of skin slapping, and both of your breathless pants and moans filled the room as you two got closer and closer to orgasm. To make things more intense, he placed sloppy kisses against your lips while you moaned, drowning out your noises.

He went from soft grunts and moans to little whimpers and pants as he got closer, and his movements became sloppier. Just watching him become such a mess, hearing his whimpers was enough to get you off so much faster. Desperate to cum, you started moving your own hips to match his pace.

“(Y/N), I’m…nghh” he exclaimed, before finally cumming inside of you as your cunt continued to throb on his cock even after you've both finished. As you nearly collapsed, trying to catch your breath, you felt his warm cum fill you up.

“I love you, (Y/N). So much” he said as he lazily kissed your lips, collapsing at your side as he held you.

After unconsciously falling asleep, you woke up in a dark room, only now, you were clothed in your nightgown. You looked to your side and saw Adrian asleep on the bed next to you.

‘The bed? He must have taken me here while I was asleep’ you thought.

Seeing him sound asleep next to you made you feel safe and reassured. Pulling the covers back over yourself, you snuggled behind him, wrapping your arms around his body as you breathed in his comforting scent.

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🕯You can't believe your eyes, control is so hard to keep Obsession can be hell from which you'll never be free ⚰️

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Goodnight or morning, wherever you are, dear reader🎞

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lucifer5lucy · 1 year

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"I love an anime guy who is extremely arrogant and handsome and exerts heavy switch energy, So bad it's like he has a personality disorder…" -Lucy Vivian to any of the tagged...

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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Hey !

So ! Could we have a NSfW undertaker (from black butler) loving to look at him in his fem! Partner (reader) having sex. Like his partner doesn’t know that he loves it so he makes sure, a little sneakily, to stand in front of a mirror….

Thanks !!

🌲| here you are! sorry this took so long. i read somewhere that his actual name was Adrian Crevan, but that didn't seem to suit him, so i just went ahead and referred to him as his original title. however, the reader refers to him as "Adrian." i hope that is okay! i also apologize if i don't characterize him well :)) happy reading<33

"I can't tell you how thrilled I am that you're finally gonna let me try makeup looks on you! You never let me before."

You had your boyfriend by his wrist, excitedly pulling him along with you to the bathroom with your makeup kit in your other hand. The Undertaker behind you had a waning smile on his stitched face, sharp green eyes possessing their usual mischievous glint- although at this moment, it seemed to be brighter than usual.

What you didn't know right now was that Undertaker was... extremely horny. His pants were tight, his groin ached, and it was all he could do to keep his hair carefully draped over the tent in his pants so that you wouldn't notice.

However- he didn't intend to remain in this state. He wasn't chasing only after his own pleasure- he wanted yours as well. Undertaker wanted to feel your wetness around his throbbing cock, hear your soft little whines as you begged him for more.

But more than anything, he wanted to see you.

That was why Undertaker had finally decided to allow you to do his makeup (he normally wouldn't because he's fond of the scar across his face)- it meant going to the bathroom in which there was a mirror that he could fuck you in front of. It was actually one of his biggest turn-ons- but the thing was, you didn't know that, and he definitely didn't feel like explaining one of his kinks to you. So this makeup thing had been the perfect opening.

Meanwhile, he had to concoct a response.

"Of course, lovely- however, you wouldn't have left me alone, anyway, hm?"

You grinned, eyes squinting shut. "Nope!"

The two of you arrived at the bathroom door at last, you flipping the light switch up as you pulled Undertaker inside behind you, at last releasing his arm to dart over to the sink counter and begin setting up your supplies. Meanwhile, the door shut and locked behind the Undertaker, who coyly slipped away from the door and made his way behind you.

You, oblivious to the Undertaker's plans, were cheerfully sifting through your makeup products, looking for shades that you thought would suit your eccentric partner. "Hm... what do you think of a dark red lip tint?" you asked him absently, narrowing your eyes in concentration. "Or maybe a light pink would work better..." You pouted your lips in thought. "Hm.."

It was while you were wondering about what lip shade would suit the Undertaker best that you suddenly felt two slender hands make their way around either side of your waist, squeezing gently. Caught off guard, you gasped slightly, starting to turn around. "What-"

Before you could even begin your sentence, the Undertaker whirled your body around to face him, your pelvis brushing against the erection in his pants. Your back was arched slightly over the counter, lips parted in surprise and your boyfriend's silver hair spilling onto your body.

Your eyes widened as it dawned on you why he had suddenly been open to you doing his makeup. He never had any intentions of anything like that- obviously what he had in mind was a bit more carnal.

You blinked a few times before grinning knowingly and rolling your eyes. "Asshole- you were never going to let me do your makeup, were you?"

"Clever," the Undertaker smirked, his hands sliding down your waist and his long fingers hooking around the waistband of your skirt. "Turn around for me, will you, dear? I want you to look at yourself the entire time."

You scoffed and looked away, but you obliged anyway, facing your own flushed face in the mirror. Slowly, the Undertaker lowered your skirt down your legs until it was resting on the floor around your ankles before getting rid of your underwear in the same manner. Gingerly, he slipped one cool hand up your shirt to wrap it around your waist before leaning over your shoulder and turning his head to kiss your neck, his gray hair spilling all down your upper body. Immediately, you dropped your eyes, the sensation of his warm lips on your skin distracting you as you let out a soft sigh.

Even without looking, Undertaker somehow knew you weren't facing the mirror anymore, and lifted your chin with his other hand, his lips barely brushing the tip of your ear as he spoke. "Now, now, lovely, I do recall telling you to face the mirror- did I not?"

You nodded warily, reluctantly looking back up. Undertaker's lips spread into a wide grin that displayed his sharp teeth, nipping at your earlobe once before sucking the spot just behind your ear, making your last breath come out shaky. The hand that had been around your waist slithered down your stomach until his fingers were tracing over your moist sex. Sensing his hair, you started to look down, but remembered to keep your eyes straight ahead at the last second.

"My, my, wet already?" Undertaker chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin as he ran a single finger up your slit, making you gasp. "Don't forget, sweetheart- keep your eyes on your reflection." With that, he dipped his middle and ring fingers inside of you, eliciting a strangled cry.

His fingers at first moved slowly, teasingly, but as he watched your face begin to melt in the mirror Undertaker decided to move faster, relishing in the whimpers coming from you, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. His thumb rose to your clit to brush over it gently with his fingers still pumping within you, your legs squirming as you tried to get out of his grip.

"Mm, Adrian-" You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, moving your hips with the Undertaker's fingers.

"There you go, my dear- move just like that for me." His other arm squeezed your waist roughly, preventing you from breaking free of his grip, the only movement you were able to make the one you were making now. But soon the Undertaker restricted that as well, forcing you to stay still while he only fingered you faster.

You had to drop your hand from your mouth to grip the counter, doing your best to keep looking in the mirror with the Undertaker's sly grin behind you. His hand was just a blur now; your moans increased in volume and your legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah, legs are shaking already, angel? Does it feel that good?" the Undertaker cooed mockingly. Your face was hotter than ever and it was all you could do to keep from shrieking.

"Oh, oh, fuck- Ad- Adrian, slow down-" You could hardly form a sentence, your breathing was so ragged. The pleasure was building up so rapidly that you were almost sure you'd come right there, and your sweaty, disheveled reflection only served to fluster you more.

The Undertaker, however, adored the feeling of your warm wetness engulfing his fingers and how your whines and pleas sounded- they were music to his ears. Of course, he didn't plan to only finger you- but to lengthen his fun (and your misery), he made a show of mulling it over.

"Hm? Slow down? Is that what you said?"

"Ye- ah! Oh- oh, fuck-"

The Undertaker tilted his head to one side, feigning confusion. "Darling, you have to know that I simply will not be able to understand you if you keep stuttering like that."

Eyes rolling back into your head, you made a half-hearted effort to squirm out of his steel grip but to no avail. "Slow- slow down, please-"

"Ah! That's what you're saying. Why did you not say that before? Slow down... I suppose I'll have to think it over a while..."

Your clit was swollen and achy, and you could feel yourself leaking around the Undertaker's fingers- you were already near overstimulated, and you had yet to even orgasm. Still, you couldn't manage to squeeze out another plea, lost in your constant whimpers and moans.

Oh, but how pretty you looked in such a state of disarray, glossy lips parted, hair sticking to your glistening face, your stomach heaving up and down. And the adorable flush on your face as he forced you to hold your own gaze in the mirror- the Undertaker hated for it to end, even for a second. But he wasn't finished yet, and he certainly wouldn't want you to come already before he even got to penetrate you himself.

"Well, alright- if you say so." The Undertaker withdrew his fingers abruptly, releasing your waist as well. Exhausted and legs still quivering, your body slumped, your breath short.

The Undertaker was appalled. "Spent already, lovely? I'm afraid that just won't do- now I need you to be a doll and bend over, alright?"

Still trying to catch your breath, you did so without a fight. Staring at your suddenly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror in front of you, you heard the Undertaker undress behind you before you felt his hands grip you firmly on the hips. You could only catch a brief glimpse of his bare legs and pale body before his eyes overtook you, glinting brighter than you'd ever seen them.

"Now- let's see how fast you can come, shall we, pretty?" the Undertaker laughed before spearing his length into you, ripping your breath away; you suddenly felt completely filled.

The Undertaker's pace quickened faster than you could register, and picking up where he left off, you were already close to orgasm, moaning more than before. Faint groans could be heard from the Undertaker as well as he pounded into you, barely allowing you time to recollect yourself from before as he chased his own release. You could almost feel him brush your cervix, whimpering frantically while the ecstasy overwhelmed you. You could feel his chartreuse eyes burning into you from the mirror, watching you as you approached your climax.

Finally, the knot that had been tightening in your stomach was ready to snap, and you managed a choked "Adrian, I- I'm going to-" before feeling your fluids spill all over his dick and drip down your inner thighs. Your vision went white for a split second, overstimulation setting in; the Undertaker did not let up one bit.

It was only after drool had begun leaking from your mouth and you could hardly stand that Undertaker finally came, his cum flooding your insides following a stifled groan. You felt that, too, slide down your legs, but you were far too exhausted to care, slumping over on the counter the second the Undertaker let go of your hips.

Your boyfriend seemed to gather himself more quickly than you did, moving towards you with a smirk as he promptly lifted you up by the waist and sat you down on top of the counter, ignoring the fact that he was still naked.

"You did quite well, my dear," Undertaker praised you, lifting your chin up with a single finger. "My, my I didn't imagine you'd be this fun to fuck in front of a mirror." He shook his head, letting his hair fall back in front of his eyes. Then, with a wide grin, he tapped his temple. "I wonder what the Phantomhive butler will think when I make a joke of this!"

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undertaker1827 · 3 years

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Hi! I love your blog and am delighted to read things about Kuroshitsuji; I love this story so much!! So... can I have some scenarios or headcanons (your choice) with Undertaker, Grell and Sebastian and their female s/o who have a weak point in touching their hair/head and giving them cute hairstyles? I think it's very cute and precious :( Thank you and please!! Take care of yourself <3 Love you.

Aww thank you so much! Such a nice idea, of course you can! Enjoy!

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Undertaker

When Undertaker first discovered that touching your head and hair was your weak point, he was absolutely delighted. You were curled up on his sofa together, watching an old film that you had already seen several times together, the dialogue playing quietly in the background. You were laying quietly on the mortician, your weight across his chest and head rising and falling with each steady breath he took. He kept looking down at you with a content smile on his face, though you were too invested in the film to realise. In fact, he was watching you more than he was watching the television, but he didn’t think that was a bad thing.

When he finally returned his eyes to the screen to watch a part that he particularly enjoyed, the reaper’s hand made its way o your head of its own accord. You blinked as you felt gentle fingertips against your temple, then took in a short, stuttering breath as they trailed backwards across your scalp. Undertaker was on it in a second, though you tried to carry on watching the movie and pretending as if nothing had happened. A slightly wicked grin on his face, your partner repeated the movement, only this time he ran his long nails too lightly over your skin and he couldn’t but laugh as your body tensed up and one hand gripped his arm.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” he got out past his laughter. The next time he ran his nails over your head, it was with a proper amount of pressure and you practically melted into his chest. He looked on as he kept repeating the movement, fingers splayed wide enough to touch almost your whole head and watching as your eyes began to flutter closed, quiet hums emitting from your lips with each caress. You leaned more of your weight against him as you relaxed further and further, and he could have sworn you were falling asleep.

“Please don’t stop,” you muttered out, burying your face into his shoulder and feeling more than hearing his chuckle as it vibrated in his chest.

“Don’t worry, love,” he said softly, “I won’t.”

Grell Sutcliff

It was automatic for Grell’s fingertips to find your hair during any quite moment together. It was something she always did subconsciously, just enjoying how soft it felt and how wonderful it smelled where you were curled up with her in bed. The first time she did it, she only touched the tips of your hair and you hardly noticed it, but you smiled warmly and pressed closer into your partner. She returned the smile, grip tightening around you and pulling you impossibly closer to her. Your head rested on her shoulder and she leaned down to give you a sweet kiss before settling back against the pillows once more, you doing the same.

The second time she touched your hair, she ran her fingertips straight through the roots and subsequently along your scalp, immediately taking note when you all but collapsed into her, eyes closed and something of a dreamy expression on your face. The reaper started smiling, did it again just to make sure you gave the same reaction, then removed her hand entirely. She watched with humour dancing in her eyes as you slowly opened yours, blinking a few times as if trying to reorient yourself then looking up at her tiredly.

“Why did you stop?” You murmured, watching her smile widen to a grin.

“I see how it is,” she proclaimed loudly, with a touch of the usual dramatic flair, “you knew that having your head touched was a weak spot and you didn’t tell me.” You tried to say her name, but she just interrupted you. “Absolutely not, I’m having none of that. You just sit there and wait for me to get back.”

In all of a few moments, Grell was sitting behind you with you leaning back against her chest while she carefully ran a brush through your hair, methodically separating strands and crossing them over to give you an incredibly intricate braid, one which you made her take several pictures of and refused to take out until it was literally falling apart and you had no choice.

Sebastian Micaelis

Sebastian had already found that he couldn’t resist the temptation of wanting to run his hands through your hair. It always looked so soft and shone gloriously in the sunlight when you were outside together, he just had to see if it felt as wonderful as it looked. The first time he reached over to touch your hair, his movements were impossibly slow. You were curled up together watching something fairly unimportant on the television, your head tucked into the crook of Sebastian’s neck and your hair falling over his shoulder.

You were hardly aware the demon was even doing anything at first, with how gentle he was being. His fingertips just grazed the hairs on top of your head, the smaller fluffy ones that weren’t close enough to your scalp for you to realise what he was doing. He lingered there a moment, you totally blind that his had was hovering above your head at all. When you didn’t react and when he could no longer stop himself, Sebastian gently pressed his fingertips into your tresses, causing only a slight movement of your roots but it was enough for you to look up at him with questioning eyes. The smile he gave you was as if to say, what? I can’t help it, and he kept eye contact with you, still not saying anything, as he pressed his fingers against your head properly and ever so slowly dragged them back along your scalp.

Your partner was utterly delighted when you let out a small sound, eyes closing immediately and your head dropping back down against his shoulder. His touch sent shivers through you, ones that he sensed to, but in such a way that you could have fallen asleep right there. Your eyes opened again at an unexpected loss of contact, but you sighed happily with a serene smile on your face when you realised he was only moving his hand back to the front of your head so he could repeat the motion. You didn’t know if you sat there for minutes or hours, half asleep and in such a dazed, happy state as you were.

From then on, Sebastian’s hands were always finding their way to your hair and head. He would play with it as you sat together, like on that first day, he would gently stroke your head as you drifted off to sleep, laying snugly against his broad chest. He even realised, much to your dismay, that it was an excellent way to distract you from just about everything.

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officialundertakersmoocher · 7 days

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Headcannons for Grell having an SO who does acting either as a hobby or career?

GN pronouns for reader please

i love this because i've been doing theatre for years!

Grell would love your involvement in the theatre so much, it's very much her vibe

she would often surprise you at your shows or even surprise you by hacking her way INTO the shows

and god help anyone who dare become your love interest for a role

oh no! they have suddenly disappeared and grell has replaced them! what a shame.

please indulge me by imagining that you are playing one of the leads in romeo and juliet and you are overjoyed to have gotten the role!

Grell is so happy for you...!

.....until two seconds later when she realizes that your love interest just so happens to be some famous, handsome broad from the town

He had no chance.

the next thing you knew, that Grell in all her glory shows up to your next practice and blows everyone away with her talent

(and maybe a gruesome story in the paper)

who could complain?

she will also somehow always seem to land herself the best spot in the house, screaming your name and showering you with flowers at the end of the show

you should also be prepared to find yourself embarrassed if you ever happen to show up to her workplace because she has a tendency to brag about her oh so famous s/o!

you can expect some jokes to be passed around about how much she brags about you

after practice gossip sessions are a must. grell knows all of the drama involving your coworkers your co-workers and you know all of the office gossip

and being the flamboyant little lady she is, she will have no issue putting in her opinion about the directors choice of dance or costume

she will also make herself your personal caretaker and make sure you're lavished with clothing and food during your practices

she will cry at every single one of your shows because she is just so proud of you 😭❤️

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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──── 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐒 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I'll be using his fan-decided name as well as the title Undertaker bc I love this eccentric bby with my whole heart and he deserves a pretty name ♡ inspired by the pretty stick-on nails I bought to match him but then had to take off bc I couldn't write in them sobs

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: The Undertaker | Adrian Crevan x Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.6k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

"I can't imagine all the things I'm going to have to learn to do differently with these on..." You thought aloud as you sat with a coffin between yourself and your silver-haired lover, your hands resting atop its closed lid.

"I can teach you, poppet, I'm sure you'll catch on in no time." He replied simply. You adored the way his fingers held yours as he took one of your hands in his, raising it up closer to his lime-coloured eyes as he carefully painted a coat of black polish over the fake nails that he had already filed down to shape and size.

You smiled softly as you gazed upon his scarred face, enamoured by how much attention he was paying to do your nails just like he did his own. He had always had long black nails, ever since you met him that day you tagged along with Madam Red after her butler had been complaining to you, the estate's treasurer, of struggling to keep up with work. You had remarked on how fitting it was that the mortician had coffin-shaped nails and he seemed ecstatic that you had been the first to notice this explicit choice of his.

That seemed so long ago now, even if it was only a few months since you had met and quickly fallen for one another.

"How you get a job like your's done with nails like these is a wonder." You added. He paused and glanced up at you through his bangs that so often covered his bright eyes, a mask for his true nature that you had recently uncovered.

"If you don't want them, you just need to say~" There was a sing-song tone to his voice that told you he already knew what your decision would be.

"No!" You quickly exclaimed, "I want to match you." He couldn't help but hold back a laugh at the way your lips pursed into an adorable pout and he took up your hand once more, placing a kiss to your knuckles before continuing to paint your fingernails. The small gesture brought heat to your cheeks and you continued to watch as he painted your little finger. He capped the polish when he was done and you smiled as he slid over the coffin in order to sit down beside you instead. He was so close to you, leaning up against your body as he reached up and tenderly brushed your hair away from your face, allowing his hand to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin before leaning in to press his lips to yours.

Undertaker always felt cool to the touch. It used to make you worry for his health but now that you knew his secret of not actually being human, you no longer fret over it. His kisses were slow and consuming, his tongue brushing against yours before it came to an abrupt stop as he captured your wrist, your hand having been reaching out for his face.

"You wouldn't want to knock the paint now, would you?" He asked as he pressed your wrist back down on the coffin in front of you, another lingering kiss being planted on your lips. You couldn't touch him until your nails dried.

"Oh, you bastard. I bet this is fun for you, isn't it?" You asked with narrowed eyes and a smile you couldn't quite bite back, feeling the vibration of his laugh with how his mouth was hovering just over yours.

"Quite, yes." He resumed his kisses with much more teasing and passion behind them as his free hand came to hold your waist, pulling your body closer while your hands had to remain flat upon the surface in front of you.

You'd have to think of a way to get back at him later.

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undertakerslxt · 2 years

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Hello could you write angst 5 with undertaker,the first time i see your blog so i wanted to request

I absolutely love this request - and thank you for being my first ask! <3

title; 'til death do us part

warnings; the usual for kuro! implications that the undertaker turned the reader into a vampire. implied death of the reader. angst sprinkled with romantic tension :)

summary; when the undertaker comes knocking with a deal you can't refuse, it's only a matter of time before you realize why.

song inspo; hollywood forever cemetery

word count; 2.1k

note; for the purpose of this story, his real name will be adrian crevan. if and when yana releases his real name, i'll make an effort to come back and change it here.

Even in death, you put on a show.

Those were the last words he'd spoken to you for years. Centuries, it felt like. You had been a fool to trust a man like him, you knew. No, a being like him. A god of death, one who played with Fate like it was nothing but another amusing game to him. He had driven you down a dark path, one filled with pain and death and blood -

You loved him for it.

You hated him for it.

Your name being spoken made you raise your head, your glowing irises locking onto the speaker a few feet away. Like the shinigami you encountered on occasion, you bore double-ringed irises, though yours glowed imperial red on the outer ring and a fiery scarlet on the inner ring.

"Are you alright?"

You blinked at the man in front of you, studying him. He was your subordinate -- most other vampires were now. Having been an immortal almost as long as that damned shinigami, you were incredibly powerful.

"I'm fine, Erik. Thank you." You waved your hand dismissively, then returned your chin to where it had rested in your palm. Your legs were thrown over the edge of your chair, and to all the world, you looked bored out of your mind. Far from it, truly.

"You can come out now," you called when the other vampire had vanished from the room. A low chuckle echoed, and the shadows seemed to release a figure in all black, his white hair spilling over his shoulders. For once, he didn't wear his hat.

"Sharp as ever, I see, my dear," he hummed out, that infuriating grin playing over his lips. You found you still hated it.

"And you're still as bold as ever," you countered, rolling your shoulders back to release the tension in them. You stretched like a cat, looking away from him.

If he wanted to harm you, he wouldn't have let you sense his presence.

"Tell me, my dear Crevan, what brings you to my humble abode?" You questioned, running sharp sangria-painted nails through your hair. "You haven't taken an interest in me for, oh... five hundred years? Six? I've begun to lose count of the years."

"Well, dearie," he giggled, tapping his long black nails against his teeth, "I have a deal I'm quite positive you'll love."

"That isn't very godly of you." You mocked his title with a shit-eating grin. "Or ethical. Is that why you left that little association of yours?"

His grin sharpened into something dangerous, and you relished the thrill it sent through your dead body. "My, my. You're a bold little thing today."

"I could say the same - oh, I did. You should know better than anyone that deals with vampires tend to go. . . sideways." Unlike demons, or even shinigami, when it came to humans, vampires had no code to follow. You could kill as you pleased unlike reapers, and even if 'contracts' were formed, there was nothing to prevent you from attacking anyway. You thrived on blood and life forces, not souls.

He had wandered closer to you, his long robe gone for once as well. You had to say, you preferred seeing his tight-fitted robe and those knee-length boots. He made quite the sight. . .

Ugh. What were you thinking?

He spread his hands with another giggle, one that sounded malicious, and you raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh my, I'd love to see what you'll try on me," he remarked, raising his head just enough for you to catch a flash of those phosphorescent irises. "If I recall correctly, my blood sent you into a tizzy last time."

You scoffed. He wasn't wrong and you hated that. "What's this deal you're offering?"

"Eager, aren't we?"

"An immortal mortician comes to a vampire of his own volition asking for a deal? Well, color me intrigued."

You weren't just any vampire, though, and he knew it. You both did. You watched as he sauntered up the stairs, teeth flashing in the lowlit lanterns. "I've been. . . shall we say, looking into a certain sort of reversal of death. Humans have worked fine, but why not take it further?" His eyes were fully visible now, and glowed brighter as he leaned over you, his hair creating a sort of shroud. "You have plenty of minions, don't you?"

You remained still.

". . . And you'd like to experiment on them?"

It wasn't the thought of other vampires being turned into the Undertaker's little science project that bothered you. It was the fact that he had come to you when he could have easily overwhelmed a few vampires.

There was a reason other supernatural beings stayed far away from the man currently grinning at you. Even other reapers avoided him, and yet you couldn't help but be drawn to his danger. His insanity.

"Why should I bother helping? Go get your own." You shrugged as best you could in your position.

"Now, now, you haven't even heard what I'm willing to offer." He ran a sharp nail over your bottom lip, a move you didn't object to.

"I don't take laughter as payment."

He laughed. "No, you'd much prefer something else, I wager. Something like my blood, perhaps?"

That got your attention, if he hadn't have already captivated it. Shinigami blood was dangerous - and powerful. Offering it wasn't something even he would take lightly. "You must desperately want more subjects," you murmured.

"And if you cared about them, you would have already told me to get the hell out," he countered.

He had a point.

You smirked up at the god of death above you, fangs bared. "Then I believe we have a deal, Undertaker."

"Excellent, though if you try to renege, you know exactly what will happen," he hummed at you. You did know, and you didn't want a repeat of that kind of showdown. "Shall we seal the deal?"

"You know my name, Crevan. Use it."

If there was one thing that could control a vampire, it was their human name. It was a closely guarded secret, one you had only shared with the Undertaker. It was a mistake and a blessing that you had.

He leaned down further, lips grazing your ear. You felt the familiar jolt run through you as your human name was spoken just before your vampire name, and then it was done.

You were once again bound to Adrian Crevan.

Dozens of vampires. Dozens sent to "guard" the Undertaker and every single one of them never made it back from their assignment. It was a cover so no one rebelled against you - they knew it was dangerous, and they volunteered for it. You warned them they probably wouldn't come back.

Every vampire taken left marks on his skin. Some nights, he came to you, extending an arm or - if he felt generous - even exposing his neck. Some nights, you came to collect, appearing with a deadly quietness in his bedroom, or his lab, and he'd only smile wickedly at you before gesturing you forward. It was a never-ending dance of death, one you both reveled in. You gave him an edge over death with subjects who were already, technically, dead and he granted you the power that ran in his blood.

You grew stronger with every visit, and he even helped you to hone the power that he gave.

And then, all too suddenly, the dance came to an abrupt end.

Minor vampires had become boring to him, and when there were no more nobles, no more knights, you could send, he wanted you. He came to you in the dark of the night, your name on his lips and your body forced to obey. The strength of the wielder of your name determined how much they controlled you, and he was indeed the most powerful shinigami in existence.

And many shinigami were equal to, if not stronger, than vampires.

You refused to move when he stopped using it, but cried out as something in you began burning. It was strong enough that the pain drove you to your knees, and you clawed at your own skin, trying to get rid of the pain. "What - what did you do to me?" You snarled, gripping the side of your bed to stand.

He watched you with a sickeningly twisted smile. It was one he gave to his victims, his subjects, and they didn’t escape him. They never did. “Dearie me, did I forget to mention? Vampires cannot drink blood from reapers stronger than them and survive. Dead or not, you are still in a human body, and human bodies can’t contain that sort of power.”

Surprise stilled your anger.

He let out a laugh, extending one hand to you. “Come now, doll, don’t be so shocked. You knew I would betray you.”

You were an utter fool.

“Take my hand, doll. It will go much easier if you don’t resist. I’ll even do you the favor of making it relatively painless.” He wiggled his fingers at you. “Take my hand.”

“No.” You spat, and you slapped it away. He thought to make a fool of you? You lunged for him, pain clouding your head. Your efforts only seemed to amuse him and he sidestepped. One hand closed around your wrist, and he whirled you so your back was pressed to his chest, and he draped one arm around your waist.

"Every day, you remind me of why I love you," he murmured into your ear, forcing you to sway with him.

"This is how you show love? Creatures like you don't love," you scoffed. His grip was unbreakable, you realized.

"That's where you're wrong." He kissed the back of your head, sending a shiver down your spine. "We don't fall in love often, you see, but every once in a while. . . someone like you comes along and you fascinate me. Draw me in."

"So you kill those you love?"

He. . . loved you. The thought terrified you, because if you were open to it, that meant you had to admit you loved him too. You had, for over half a millennia. And he had something planned bad for you.

"Because love gets in the way, doll," he explained softly. "And if I love you, then you're a weak spot for me. I simply can't have that. But don't worry that pretty little head of yours - I have something much grander planned for you than a simple experiment."

He twirled you, and you snapped your head back, the impact making him stumble for just a second. A second was all you needed to dart forward, and you turned back to face him.

There was a metallic flavor in your mouth from how hard you'd bit your tongue to keep from insulting him.

"Come with me, doll."

"As if." You stiffened. "I will never willingly go with a monster like you. Whatever you're doing to my people - it ends today. Now. No more deal, no more you."

His expression became cold. His smile remained. "Would you like to repeat that, doll?"

"I said, deal's off, Crevan."

"You're forcing my hand."

You raised your head defiantly. "Do it, then," you taunted. "You know how." If he loved you, wouldn't he let you go? "Say my name."

Silence.

"Say. My. Name."

Your name fell from his lips again, human and vampire forever linked, and his blood burned within you. The deal remained, and he held the power. Whatever he planned, it scared you. When he offered his hand again, you were forced to obey, despite every effort not to. And when he whisked you away to his mortuary, you could only watch as he prepared your second death.

You couldn't help but laugh in those moments, tossing your head back. "A simple knife? Come on, I believe I deserve better than that. Make it dramatic. Beautiful."

Your heart twisted in your chest. You loved him, and he was going to kill you. He could prattle on about plans and grandeur, but at the end of the day, the man had made you into what you were today. And he would end you. A beautiful sort of tragedy, wasn't it? He seemed to think so too, and he gave you a sweet kiss.

His lips felt cold.

Your mouth tasted bitter from the weight of his lies.

And as he shifted closer to you, pain blooming in your chest, he smiled at you. It was full of sadness, and he caressed your cheek gently. It was a fitting end for a once-actress turned queen of vampires, he supposed. Your life had been grand and theatrical, and now so was your death.

"Even in death," he whispered, "you put on a show."

#adrian crevan x reader #undertaker x reader #undertaker #adrian crevan #lots of angst #kuroshitsuji #black butler

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bubbles0bop · 3 months

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Taking requests!

Not spoiler free!

My Art Account-

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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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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Ceil cousin and her baby both now trap in England

How would other characters outside the Phantomhive reaction will be seeing the pretty widowed mother?

Cousin Mother Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Sebastian

is probably the one you have to watch out the most for

He has the easiest access to you upon Ciel’s command

And he definitely sees you at your most vulnerable

Feeding and raising your child, trying to somehow get comfortable in your new life

“My lady, you seem exhausted. If need be I would be more than happy to relieve some of your stress.”

“Humph! If you really wanted to help you’d let me leave.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Exactly so you can be of no assistance to me.”

He can outlast you

Waiting until you either pass out from tiredness or stress

to lay your child to rest and nurse you to health

“I love how you keep me on my toes, Ms. (Y/n). But I’m persistent.”

Bardroy

He doesn’t mind the sexy mama visiting him in the kitchen to compliment throwaway his awesome food

Or if you can cook alongside him he’s even more enthused

He totally agrees with the circumstances that keep you there

But he also understands your frustration

Something he knows not many others in the home

“Well I see why yer feelin’ trapped…”

“See?”

“But thats no reas’n ta hate the yung master. He’s only tryin’ to help.”

And without Ciel’s say-so you and your his kid are his priority

If your so insistent on going out you’ll go with him right?

Like on a little date

He likes his women stubborn so he’s willing to compete with Sebastian on this

“Well Missus would you rather take I you to the market or him?”

“Please Bardroy, Miss (Y/n) is meant to travel with me, as the young master intended.”

“I prefer to travel with Bard. Don’t you think so sweetie?”

“Yeah!”

😠

😏

Mey-Rin

Mey-Rin is similar to Bardroy but she has loads more access to you

She handles your clothes, dirty and not

She delivers your documents or late night meals

If she isn’t sharing the room with you she’s guarding you at night

“Ahh~Lady (Y/n)’s sleepin’ soundly, yes she is!...I’m sure she’d like it I ‘elped her massage, she would!”

She thinks your the coolest and will spend her time with you orwatchingyoufrombehindthebushes

She thinks you and your kid are so cute

She couldn’t be happier that you can’t actually leave

Not that she’d let you

She already thinks its progessive enough that you work

And that deserves all the praise

“Whoa mistress (Y/n) read that whole contract in such a short amount of time?! Well its just like her to be the best, yes it is!”

Finnian

Finney is happy he gets to play with your kid

Though he knows to be gentle

But he hasn’t known love until you pat him on the head,smiling “Good job, Finny.”

From then he’s like an overpowered labrador

Happily following behind you to join your kid in trying to garner your attention

When Sebastian’s not dragging him away in light of his work

He’s trying to rest his head on your lap onyourchest

Or join you in your office Bedroom

While his naivete may allow you to get away with somethings

He always seems to recall just how sad he’d be if you tried to leave

“Miss (Y/n)....you can’t leav….no…no…I won’t let you! You have to stay with me!”

Undertaker

He’s intrigued by you

For the time he’s been alive its not everyday he finds a woman so argumentative

But of course your in the company of the abnormal anyway

He’s thrilled to find that you often join in his laughter

Or your able to banter with him which Sebastian and Ciel avoid

He often is ignored by the duo which makes it easier for him to leave an impression on you

“So ‘Miss,’ is it? Is your husband truly out the picture?”

“If you count being dead out of the picture then yes.”

“Ah then would you give me *flips his bangs up* an old crone, like me a chance?”

“U-undertaker? Y-you’re eyes are–!”

“Shhh shhh. Let’s keep that as secret, for now. But do tell may I steal you away?”

He’s had time to think about what woman want to hear

But he doubts your willing to accept normal means

So he’ll just take you for now, only to be stolen back by Sebastian when they realize you or your son is missing

“Don’t mind the lack of space in the coffin Deary, its meant for three!”

#yandere ciel #yandere undertaker #yandere finnian #yandere mey-rin #yandere bardroy #yandere x reader #yandere sebastian #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji sebastian #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere #yanderes #yandere adrian crevan #yandere finny

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excitedlysuffering · 3 years

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I know you got a lot of requests already but bby I'm in love with undertaker rn and I need a hella fluffy headcanon, it can be about anything ❤️❤️🥺🥺 surprise me with it?

Undertaker Headcanons

Undertaker is the loml😩❤️ ty for the request @aweeb234 !!✨

Ugh this man

His outfit is made of boyfriend/hubbie material

Commitment is his middle name and loyalty is his game😩🙌🏾

He vows to love you forever no matter what and he does just that. You managed to look past what people consider his ‘creepy exterior’ and the fact that he’s not even human.

He reminds you that there’s no one better for him than you daily.

God his favorite sound is your laugh and he’s always trying to hear it. Whether it’s tickle fights, outrageous jokes, or fun pranks.

Makes you heart shaped biscuits rather than the bone shaped ones and makes sure they taste perfect

He’s very protective but only because how evil humans can be to one another and he couldn’t bear losing you in a horrendous way

Loves to pop out of coffins and startle you. Yes, you should be used to it by now, but seeing a grown man pop out of a coffin with a crazy grin is never normal-

Has a lot of insecurities to be honest. He tries to hide them behind jokes and laughs, but if you see through him he’ll be flustered but he’ll want to lay on your chest while he talks

Speaking of which, a huge cuddler! He doesn’t care what position you’re in, as long you guys are together.

He really likes to just put you on his back or shoulder while he just goes about his business, even if he’s with customers.

Man has NO SHAME so he will tease you in public, in front of customers, and even Ciel and Sebastian

You’re the only other person who gets to hear Sebastian’s jokes🥰

He enjoys picnic dates and late night walks. It’s peaceful and he feels close as ever to you.

Adrian Crevan doesn’t date just to date, this man plans on marrying you🥺❤️

#undertaker x reader #black butler scenarios #kuroshitsuji #adrian crevan x reader #fluff headcanons

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therealvampira · 2 years

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Inktober Day 4- Undertaker (Adrian Crevan)

Character: Undertaker x Fem! Reader

Summary: You take a relaxing bath when suddenly, Adrian comes int your home to "accompany" you- he has something special for you~

Word Count: 1836

Published: October 4, 2022- 6:11 PM EST time

*Your POV*

I Stepped into the steaming bath I'd drawn for myself, immersing my body in the hot water as I sat down, the fog rising from the tub as it hindered my sight, relieving any stress that remained from the day. Taking a deep breath, I splattered the warm water on myself, envisioning any worries and stress being washed away completely. The aroma of the black candle and the tea filled my nose, as I now began to relax fully, letting relief wash over me. I don't know what exactly the scent of the candle was, but it was given to me from my dear. It smelt slightly of dust, old leather, and a few notable sweet tones.

Something you would expect to smell in an empty old house; not abandoned, just vacant and mature. Not exactly ideal, but comforting and suitable- it reminded me of my love, as the flame wick burned lower and lower.

"I can't wait for all of this to be over at once. When can I get just a moment of peace?" I thought as I continued cleansing my body with the water. The Earl Phantomhive had been further investigating the Jack the Ripper case, and now that Adrian was involved with the issue, it has been a few exhausting weeks without him to accompany you. Not to mention, the Flower Boutique you own has had declining sales as Winter began creeping in. The Winter in England was quite harsh, and maintaining the shop would soon become troublesome.

*Undertaker (Adrian Crevan) POV*

‘Poor (F/N). They've definitely gone through quite the tribulations and hardships this past month, I do hope that I can make things better for them’. I picked another flower from her shop. I know the shop is not open at this hour, but I do want to do something for them, as I've been quite absent as of late since the events of the Jack the Ripper case. But now I’ve got time on my hands now that the case has concluded, and I’d like to spend it with (F/N). As I toured around the shop, I noticed a shiny, black textile, narrow in shape. I picked up the cloth, slipping it through my fingers to fully feel the texture of the fabric. It was so light, barely holding any weight, and its silky, satin material felt cool against my skin. I had an idea. I do believe it to be quite clever, surely it will please my (F/N). It has pained me to see them endure this stress alone, without me there to accompany them like before.

I slipped the small narrow fabric into the pocket of my robe, as I made my way to their estate as quickly and smoothly as I could. I was compelled by the thought of them melting into my touch, hypnotized by my words, and so…desperate. Yes, desperation- such a beautiful, compelling display.

As I approached the pathway to reach the door of their estate, I reached in my pocket, fiddling with the piece of fabric I had brought along with me from their shop. I found the door unlocked, and began my search for my dear. “(F/N)?” I called out. Still no answer. Due to the time of night, I searched for them in their bedroom. Perhaps they already retired to sleep. “Still not in here, eh?”. Finally, I checked the bathroom, carefully opening the door as slow as possible, not wanting them to see me yet.

My immortal eyes have never seen such luring beauty. As they faced the other way, turning their back to me, I peered through the door frame, carefully admiring every part of them I could see through the steaming water. Their wet, naked body resting in the tub, so compelling, and so luring. Their soaked hair rests on their back, as it sticks to their skin, creating such a bewitching image, that triggered something in me. Something so monstrous, yet pure in nature.

I swiftly and silently approached them, standing behind them, careful to not let them notice me. I knelt down, and placed my hands on the sides of their arms, moving to their shoulders. They gasped out of shock for my unannounced presence, quickly turning around to confirm it was me. “A-Adrian? Goodness, you scared me almost to death, love”. Their voice, so alluring, so hypnotizing. The way they gasped- I so desperately wanted-No-I needed to hear more of that beautiful sound that escaped their lips.

*Your POV*

“(F/N)?” He called out.

“Yes, dear? What is it?”

“Will you trust me this once? I promise you’ll be content, dear~”

“Yes, but…Mmmff”

Kneeling outside of the tub behind me, he caressed my face with both his hands, and appeared to me holding what seemed to be a black ribbon. Its smooth texture rubbed against my neck as he continued holding my face with his slender hands, kissing my neck in the spots that were most sensitive. My breathing grew louder and quicker, as a few gasps escaped my mouth ever so often. He paused, slowly moving the ribbon higher up my face.

“Is it alright with you if I cover your eyes this time?” He requested, holding the cloth in front of my eyes. “I promise I’ll make you feel good, you won’t have to worry about a thing”, he added. Hesitant at first, I was nervous upon hearing the request, but I decided it’d make it all the more pleasurable with all the intensity. “Mhm..Yes dear I’d love for you to do that” I replied. “Perfect!- please alert me if it is too tight or lose, or if things become too intense for you” he said reassuring me.

I nodded in response. Slowly, he tied the blindfold, fitting it perfectly as it completely covered my eyes, surrounding me in the darkness. I could not see anything, but I heard him remove his clothes as he stepped into the tub. As soon as I felt his being in front of me, my heart began racing, and I began breathing harder. It was then that I felt his body getting closer to mine, as he caressed my cheek. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so nervous and tense before. He took note of this, gently grazing my scalp with his nails. “It’s just me, don’t be nervous”, he reassured. Adrian pulled me up, placing me on his lap so I was straddling him as we faced each other.

*Authors POV*

You rested your head onto his shoulder, burying your face into his skin, in an attempt to conceal your nervousness. Taking note of this, he ever so gently picked your head up from his shoulder and held your face directly in front of his, placing a gentle soft kiss on your lips. He moved his hands down to your waist, holding you down onto him while he began making out with your neck, occasionally nibbling on the skin of your chest and shoulders.

As he grabbed your breasts, his long nails lightly brushed over the smooth skin, causing you to let out a gasp. “What's that, (F/N)?..Keep making those cute noises for me” his voice less scratchy than normal, he now spoke firmly. Barely being able to hold back, your hips began moving on their own, grinding your hips against his thigh, firmly back and forth. “Now, now…don’t get so impatient, (F/N)~”. “A-adrian, please..” you begged. He slowly moved his slender hands down your torso, stopping just above your most sensitive area, before placing a kiss on your forehead.

Slowly, he began rubbing and pinching along the folds of your pussy, as you leaked onto his fingers, but he still kept his painfully slow, steady pace. The ever so slight feeling of his long nails brushing up against you as he pleasured you with his fingers, sent shivers down your spine. Now that you couldn’t see him with the blindfold on, your senses were heightened to the max, and every sensation you experienced felt incredible. He felt incredible.

“I’m going to speed up a bit, (F/N)- you’ve been so good”. Relieved, you bit your lip as you awaited for him to finally go faster, getting you closer with every motion of his fingers. He gradually picked up speed, until he started going unnaturally fast.

“Uh-Mmm..Please don’t stop..mm..Yes, just like that..keep going” you cried, barely able to speak through moans. “Not yet, (F/N)..I want us to finish together” he replied, as he pulled his hand away from your soaking pussy.

Grabbing your hips, he pulled you down onto his until you were sitting right above the tip of his cock. “Ready?”. “Please, yes..~” you said, as you lowered your hips, taking the rest of him inside you. “(F/N), you feel so amazing around me- it’s hard to control myself.” “Then don’t”, you challenged. “As you wish, dear”.

He firmly grabbed your hips, his nails practically digging through the skin of your ass. “Nghh”, you exclaimed, holding onto him as you recovered from the sudden gesture. Still unable to see, any slight movement or shift would be of surprise to you, making each sensation all the more intense. As his cock thrusted in and out, you got wetter and wetter- his cock just almost hitting your cervix. He filled you up completely, hitting every spot inside you to make you cum.

You bounced on his cock up and down at your own pace- as he suddenly slapped you hard across your ass, grabbing your hips as tightly as he (or you) could manage, holding you still as he thrusted with great speed, pounding himself into your aching pussy. His nails digging into your skin created a bit of a burning sensation, but felt wonderful as the endorphins ran through your body, causing you to almost feel woozy and faint.

“A-adrian..Nghh..I’m so close..” you cried. “Just a moment..” he replied, before finally removing your blindfold. “I want to see every inch of your face as you cum all over me”. Just his lewd remark was almost enough to send you over the edge, as your thighs began to tremble, feeling yourself lose control over your movements. “(F/N)..MmmM~” he groaned, as you both got closer and closer to orgasm. Your shut closed, as you tried to catch your breath, feeling his warm, sticky cum inside of your throbbing pussy.

You practically dropped, as your head fell against his shoulder. “(F/N), let's go before you get cold, hm?” he said, lifting you from the tub as you both headed to the bedroom. “Just a moment, wait here dear” he said as he placed you under the warm covers of the bed. Returning with a towel and a small rag in hand, he gently dried your hair and body off for you.

“Adrian…my clothes?”. “Hm? Don’t worry about that right now, we’ll get dressed later dear” He reassured, the sweet, comforting tone of his voice relaxed you, as you wrapped yourself in the covers, drifting off with your one and only love.

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~A kiss for you that is sorrowful, a goodbye for you that is loved

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