AHhh could I please get 29 with Undertaker?? Thank you hun, I love your work so so much and you inspire me to write more myself xx

sebastianshoe:

29. “can i kiss you?”

Thank you so much! I’ll make you a promise – if you keep writing, so will I! <33333

TW; IMPLIED NSFW AT END.

word count: 340 words.

You stood in the corner of Undertaker’s shop, your hands shaking from the cold and rain dripping off your nose to join the small puddle that surrounded you. It was pouring down with rain outside, the water coming down in icy sheets that soaked you to the bone and rendered your appendages useless

It was just your luck that the one time you didn’t have your waterproof coat with you was the one time that you needed it.

You hadn’t seen Undertaker all day, so busy were you with the various errands of the day that took up all your time and kept you away from your s/o. 

Said s/o was now watching you with barely concealed glee, his hands hidden in his overly large sleeves.

“‘Ee-hee! You’re all wet, Y/N.”

The look on your face clearly said, really

You were wet and cold and in too much discomfort to really care about anything, and so you had no qualms in stripping down to your underclothes right there and there in the doorway, peeling layers off your body. They fell to the floor with a heavy plop, such was the water saturation.

Undertaker watched you undress. He advanced towards you, getting closer with each step that he took. Soon enough, for you were not wearing many layers – the weather had taken such a turn for the worse that you just were not prepared – he reached you, and backed you into the wall.

Phospherent chartreuse eyes met your own, and a slow, sure smirk spread across his face. His hands came up to rest on your shoulders and he trailed them down, over your arms, ghosted over your hands, and then across, to your stomach and hips. He gripped, tugging you into him, and you gasped at the contrast between his hot fingers and your cold skin.

“Can I kiss you?” His ethereal eyes fell onto your lips and you felt the urge to kiss him.

Breath caught in your throat as you said, “After that display? You better.”


The Reapers in BB (Grell Sutcliff, William T. Spears, Ronald Knox, Undertaker, Ludger, Sascha, Othello): @smellslikeghosts@a-deserted-shinigamis-library

Undertaker: @amariscorvo @a-deserted-shinigamis-library @missingaim

Black Butler: @theoriginalgodsgirlrachel @ll-kirra-ll @bingewatchingmylifegoby  @sky-the-squirrel @miyakokurono @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @mamahost  @misfitgirlwrites @shamrocklesbian @xiumincancallmebabyanytime  @cardboard-box-of-stuff @grape-vine @tsukuyomi011 @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @animearmada @dragonesskunoichi @wolfwithabook @sanity-is-overratedxp  @ohokaybyethen @angel12-us @chill-satan-chill @missingaim @my-aestheticdaydreams

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