I made a soundcloud just so that i could post this because the mp3 file was too big to post on its own
I quite literally cried at The Undertaker’s voice reveal in the movie and couldn’t get enough of it. ASMR can suck my dick, i compiled every single line The Undertaker has in the Book of the Atlantic Dub, including sighs, gasps, grunts and giggles.
OOF is right!! His accent is so beautiful ajfkljfkafdal ❤
I hope I understood this right and this is what you wanted!! You have a great day/night too! 😀
Undertaker
Oh,
you better believe he’s gonna milk this for literally all it’s
worth. He teases his S/O so much about this. He’ll ask them
point-blank if they think his accent is attractive and giggle when
their face turns red.
For
what it’s worth, he thinks their accent is lovely as well. No
matter what part of America they’re from or what kind of American
accent they have, he adores it. Saying his name in their accent is a
surefire way to get him to melt, at least internally.
He’ll
fall asleep on any single part of them that’s soft. Really,
seriously, any single part. His favorite places to nap are their
chest or stomach, but he’s not gonna complain at all about their
shoulder or leg. They just make him feel so safe and comfortable.
If
he really wants to get a rise out of them, he’ll sneak up behind
them and take their shoulders in his hands and whisper something
absolutely obscene in their ear. He just thinks it’s so cute the
way they blush and stammer and get all riled up over something as
simple as his accent.
He
loves telling them dirty jokes. Why? Because he thinks it’s funny
that he can’t tell whether they’re getting flustered over his
accent or over the joke itself.
Ciel
God,
he just thinks Undertaker is being so bloody immature. (Name) is not
only Ciel’s friend, but also someone important to him business-wise
since they help with an American company. Is Undertaker trying to
chase them off with all this, or what? If he notices (Name) is
getting too red-faced or he thinks Undertaker’s said something over-the-top inappropriate, he’ll just grab (Name)’s hand
and walk off with them. Either he completely ignores Undertaker’s
protests or he sends Sebastian to keep the old bat busy while Ciel
leads (Name) off somewhere else.
When
most people say they love animals, they usually mean stereotypically
cute, furry ones, like cats and dogs. His S/O being super into the
snakes would be a pleasant surprise considering he’s used to
people being afraid of or hating snakes. He would really love
watching them interact with the snakes; especially because the
snakes all love them too.
Sometimes
Peter and Wendy would make flower crowns for Snake, so he has no
problem at all with flowers. (Unless they happen to be ones he’s
allergic to, of course.) Often when he and his S/O aren’t busy,
they can be found in the garden – with the snakes slithering
happily around them – weaving flowers into crowns, necklaces, and
bracelets for each other.
His
face just goes completely red whenever they say something nice to
him. Being half-snake, he’s immediately struck by the urge to just
find somewhere to hide whenever he feels threatened. Although
someone being kind to him is about the furthest thing from a threat
there is, it’s something he has very little experience with, so it feels like he’s being threatened. Very rarely does he try
to squeeze himself into a small space because of it; usually he just
hides his face in his hands and hopes his S/O doesn’t notice how
embarrassed a simple compliment has made him.
Doesn’t
mind a lot of hugs once he gets adjusted to giving and receiving
them. Again, this is something he hasn’t had a lot of experience
with. He might jump the first few times, but once he settles into
it, he’s actually very cuddly and physically affectionate. He also
has no qualms about PDA, especially if he’s feeling nervous and
needs emotional support.
Whenever
something’s wrong and he needs to be treated by a doctor, he
refuses to be treated by anyone but them, even if it means having to
wait. Even though he doesn’t distrust other doctors, he’s just a
lot more comfortable with them. They have a wonderful bedside
manner, their touches are gentle, and he trusts them with his life
like you wouldn’t believe.
He
really, really likes their scent. It’s comforting to him, and he
always has a little piece of cloth or something with their scent on
it in his pocket. That’s just in case he’s away from them and is
anxious; their scent makes him think of them and immediately calms
him down at least a little. Regardless of what exactly they smell
like, when he’s asked about their scent, he always responds that
“they smell like home”.
Undertaker
One
might assume that this isn’t the kind of person who’d make a
good match for him. Surprisingly or perhaps not, they’re a great
match. He thinks they have the most beautiful smile and laugh, and
spends a lot of time trying to come up with ways to make them happy.
The
fact that they’re a doctor means he’s constantly trying to pick
their brain about medical topics. Although he’s got a
knowledgeable team of doctors working for the Aurora Society
already, more never hurts when it comes to things like this. He’s
especially interested in any research they’ve done recently, and
plays it off as the simple curiosity of a mortician.
He’s
intimately familiar with things like the language of flowers, given
that he spends a lot of time around flowers for funerals. He doesn’t
make up arrangements himself, of course, but he knows what all of
them mean. His S/O shouldn’t be surprised if they receive a
bouquet that silently and scandalously announces his love for them.
(… More than once. The man’s smitten.)
All
types of animals tend to either love or hate him, so the jury’s
out on that part. That said, he adores their passion for any kind of
animal, and will happily come up with at least a million jokes about
their favorite animal to make them laugh.
He
loves, loves, loves physical affection. It always makes him
beam whenever they come up and hug him, and snuggling with them is
one of his few great joys in life. He will be forever ambushing them
with hugs and kisses, whether they’re in public or private. He
loves them and doesn’t care if the whole world knows it. Also,
whenever he mentions ‘sweet things’ and is asked what he thinks the
sweetest thing in the world is, he says it’s his S/O’s
kiss.
Their
kindness is one of the things he thinks is so fascinating about
them. How do they do it? How are they so polite to everyone, even
people who might not deserve it? Despite not understanding it, he
wants to, and he can’t help himself from just watching them to try
and comprehend how they can stand to be so kind to everyone.
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.”