Hello!! Welcome back (´∀`) May I please request a modern university AU with a spicy professor Undertaker and the reader being his Graduate/Research Assistant? 👀💦

blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk:

Hihi! 😀 I’ve been back for like a week or so now, but, it’s always wonderful to be able to open the askbox. 😀

Spicy ‘Taker is so much fun!! ❤


Maybe
it’s because the Mortuary Science professor is so incorrigible that
he’s also maddeningly attractive.

You’re
really not surprised that most of his students pay attention to
nothing else but him during class. Not only is he one of the most
handsome teachers on campus – skin like alabaster, long silver
hair, and chartreuse eyes that are often hidden – he’s also one
of the scariest. That is, he’s harsh with his grading, and he has
his own rules for the classroom that differ from the university’s
rules in general. What he says is that you’ll follow his rules, “or
else!” So far, he’s been just frightening enough that nobody’s
been willing to find out what or else is.

His
students from previous classes have even nicknamed him The
Undertaker, both because of the major he teaches and because
he’s so brutal with grading and rules. (His real name is Adrian
Crevan, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone call him Mr.
Crevan.
Nobody seems to call him anything but Undertaker.)

Given
that you’re working closely with him every day, students frequently
ask you if you know what his or else is. Whenever they do, you
just reply, “You end up like me… grading papers and driving
practice cadavers to class!” The look they all get on their face is
hilarious, especially after you tell them that after a while of
transporting cadavers, your car starts to smell like dead people.

And
of course, Adrian laughs so hard at that, you don’t have the
heart to tell the students the truth, that not only do you not use
your own car, they’re not even real corpses. (As soon as the
students use them for practice, you’re found out, but most everyone
forgets about your comments by then.)

All
in all, you actually like the work that you’re doing with Adrian.
You get to assist him while also attending his classes and earning
your degree. Despite the fact that it is a lot of work to help
him out while you’re trying to pay attention, take notes, and
participate in class, it’s a kind of challenge that you have fun
balancing. Even when you have some free time, you’ll pop in to help
just so you can see him. Though he’s not always teaching class when
you do, he always accepts your help. There’s a lot for a professor
to do, so you get the sense he appreciates any little bit of
assistance.

He’s
got such a refreshing personality. One might think a mortician (or,
really, anybody who has anything to do with the profession) is a
morbid person. Not Adrian. He loves to make and hear jokes, he’s
always laughing or smiling, and outside of his strict grading and
classroom rules, he’s a fairly easygoing man. He seems to get along
with everybody, students and teachers alike.

It
also appears that he has a special interest in you for some reason.

Today
is one of the days when he doesn’t have many classes scheduled, and
you’ve only got one or two, so most of your free time is spent in
Adrian’s classroom, helping with whatever he needs. He’s taking
the opportunity to catch up on grading a few sets of essays he’s
been behind on. The students completed these a month ago and are
still waiting to see their marks. Even though he usually only takes a
week or two with getting assignments like this back to them, you know
he’s been busy since finals are coming up next month. He doesn’t
say anything, but you think he’s busy with his personal life as
well. Lately he just seems a bit tired.

You
know better than to ask; he doesn’t talk about his personal life
much and seems like he’s not interested in doing so. You just help
him in any way you can, and you’re pretty sure he knows you’re
here if he decides he wants to talk.

“Adriaaaaaaan,”
you call, tapping your red marker against the desk for a second. He’s
sitting right at his desk while you’re in one of the students’
desks. So why not ask him rather than mess this up? “How much did
you want me to take off for spelling and grammar mistakes, again?”

A
hum leaves him before he glances up toward you with a smile.
“Five-page essays, y’ take off three points f’r ev’ry one’a
those, ‘n’ five points for anythin’ that ain’t formatted
right, like the ‘eaders.” Another moment passes in silence, then
he moves to get up. “Y’ alright, love? We been at it a while. Y’
wanna take a little break?”

“Oh
– if you want. I just know you’re busy, so I was trying to get as
much done as I could…” You smile back and set your marker down.
If he’s offering a break, though, you’re happy to take it. He
probably needs one, too. Even though you can’t see his eyes, you’re
willing to bet there are dark lines under them. “You’re gonna
join me, right? You’ve been working so hard lately, Adrian.”

“Hehe…
y’ think, ‘uh?” He stretches before coming over to where you’re
sitting and leaning over your shoulder. Although it seems like he’s
looking at something, you haven’t the faintest clue what he might
be looking at. “Y’re sweet. ‘N’ y’ know, I like yer ‘air
like this. Put up ‘n’ all.” His fingers start fiddling with
your messy bun, and you can sort of feel his long fingernails poking
lightly against your scalp. “Makes y’ look kinda like a sexy
librarian, ehehehe!”

Your
face flushes as soon as you hear that. Did he seriously just call you
sexy…? You and Adrian have sort of casually flirted with
each other before, but this is the first time he’s said anything
quite like that. “Oh, my God, no…” A smile finds its way onto
your face regardless. Having him say things like that and be touching
your hair feels… so intimate.

He
chuckles, continuing to play with your bun. His fingers and nails
twist around and tug some strands of hair out of it, and yet, you
can’t really bring yourself to care that much. It was falling down
before anyway. “Y’r ‘air’s soft, too. I ain’t movin’ too
fast ‘ere, am I? ‘Cause…” His hands move down, fingers
spreading with a feather-light touch against your neck. “I could
slow down. Y’know, if… if y’ ain’t as int’ this ol’ bat
as ‘e is int’ y’.”

“Adrian…”
Your smile gets a little wider. You roll your neck to one side,
giving him an opening if he wants to do more than just touch you
there. “If you’re going to do something… like… kiss me…
just do it.”

“Mm…
right, right…” That seems to be all the prompting he needs. His
hands shift again, and this time, they press down against your hips
as his mouth sets itself against your neck. You think you feel teeth
scrape lightly against your skin, but you can’t be sure. It all
feels so… good. He lets out a sigh, warm breath ghosting
over your neck. “Been wantin’ ta do this f’r a while.”

“Oh…
yeah… me, too…” you murmur. After a moment, you think you’re
bold enough to reach up and twine your arm around his neck to pull
him closer against you. “You know, I’ve… kind of had a crush on
you.”

God,
that laugh of his is like a shot of espresso. It makes you feel warm
and energetic. “No kiddin’? Same ‘ere.”

You
tense up and laugh along when he kisses your neck again. Hopefully
nobody walks in; his next class doesn’t start for an hour. “Aw.
Well, in that case, maybe we should go out sometime.”

“Y’
think?” His hands stay where they are, nails digging gently into
your hips, and he bends down to press a kiss to your lips. “Yeah,
we could. ‘S up ta y’, anyway. Real relationship might be nice
f’r once… I can’t remember the last time I ‘ad somethin’
like that.”

He’s
so intoxicating. You feel like you could stay like this with him
forever and not be bored. “Sounds good to me. Why don’t I pick
you up for dinner tomorrow? Around seven? Or we could see a movie?”

He
gives you another kiss, and one of his arms snakes around to circle
your stomach, right under your chest. “I got a better idea, if y’re
up f’r it. ‘Ow ‘bout I cancel my evenin’ class, ‘n’ we
can… fool round, right on my desk?”

Your
whole face goes red at what he’s implying. You’re not drunk off
his kiss anymore, but this… this might be nice.

“You
know…” You tilt your head back, grinning at him. “We could do
that without you canceling the class. I think we could be fast
enough.”

It’s
his turn to blush. After a few seconds, though, he returns your grin.
“Lord, I think I’m in love.”

tgkurohcs:

YA THE FUVK YOU CAN !! THIS IS SO LIT AND I AGREE HE DOES EVEN THO HE MESSED ME UP LMAO

• Undertaker can be pretty unpredictable, therefore it would probably take a lot of nerve and thought to say it. But it is also very possible that you could say it so simply, when you just had the best laugh with the reaper and with one eye contact, your feelings spill.

• If the confession comes unexpectedly when it’s just in the moment, it shoots him with shock. It may scare you a little as his grin falters into some sort of frown.

• His facial expression is quite stoic. Undertaker glances away from you momentarily before his eyes return to your face, studying your features as if he’s trying to detect a lie.

• “You do?” he asks with a quiet voice and you need to reassure him. When he finally understands that you truly mean what you said, he’s overjoyed. Tears might gather up in his eyes as his grin is back and his arms immediately wrap around your waist to spin you around. The reaper holds you close to him, tightening his grip. He leaves many quick kisses on your face, caressing your cheeks. “Oh, my dearest! You have made me the happiest! I love you, I love you!”

• If it’s something you’ve been preparing, you’d need to make sure you don’t seem too nervous around him as he’d feel that you’re distancing yourself from him. You would need to begin with something, alerting him that there’s going to be a serious thing happening.

• He is pretty worried himself and he tries to crack a few jokes about it, chuckling to himself. But seeing you so serious makes his heart drop, he’s fearing the worst and he’s awaiting your words with shaky hands.

• It’s still a shock to him when he hears the first ‘I love you’ but he knows you aren’t jesting with him. Undertaker jokes about how scared he was for no reason and he promptly swings his arms around you, almost drowning you in his robes. “I love you more!” He’s just all heart eyes and it means so much to him, you mean so much to him.

• In whatever way you confess to him, he’ll be so happy either way. It also depends how strong your bond is with him. If he feels that you don’t have much in common he will have to think about it before he gives you an answer.

• It’s all much easier to him if you’re not human either since he knows you can’t be with him forever. Being mortal would worry him as he’s well aware you won’t last forever and losing you would break him completely.

blackbutler-scenarios:

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Undertaker comforting an SO

who is having a bad day.

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❁Laughter is a temporary fix, but however temporary it may be, it was capable of bringing a smile to their face. Undertaker took pride in making them laugh, his heart warming at his ability to pick them up after a hard day, even if the joyous moment only lasted a minute or two. Each second was priceless in the eyes of the Undertaker, and he will utilize every joke he knows in order to Brighten up just a few moments of his partner’s day.

❁ Holding them is a go to when he finds them crying. Their face buried in his robe, silver locks draping over them like a shield as bony hands rubbed circles on their back. This was one of the rare occasions when they saw the Undertaker’s goofy smile replaced with a serious expression.

❁ Somedays it is best to get to bed early, rushing towards a new day and a fresh start. Undertaker tucks them into bed with extra pillows and blankets. If requested of him, He would join them in bed, providing company as they slept.

❁ He would let them vent. Undertaker has lived many years and has witnessed many things. It is likely that he will be able to provide some advice. It may not always be useful advice, however, his effort is comforting.

❁He will help them take their mind away from their stressors. He reads to them, not trusting them to read to their self, as their thoughts may wander.

kuro-fuckingshit-suji:

Normal

-is bored all the time

– spends most of his time working

– I headcannons that he still charges people per coffin but if you want information you have to give him jokes

-his sense of humor is ass

-turn anything into a stupid ifunny collectives meme and he’s dying

-purposly creeps people out so they leave him alone.

-doesnt brush his hair at all, much less take care of himself properly.

-spends a lot of time day dreaming

Relationship

-is always hype for his S/o

-would drop everything he’s doing as soon as his S/o walks through the door.

– undertaker has no clue what personal space is

-is practically glued to your hip.

-likes feeling your warm skin not sensual or anything…it’s just… so soft

-plays with your hair

-sexual things make him blushhhyyyyy

-lingere? Can he even pronouce that?

– kinks? Is that french?

– what love his S/o’s hair also, no matter the natural state would be down to get his fingers stuck in it.

– would protect her from thots like Sebastian.

-wouldnt let her out of sight after the Campania events.

-would never be prepared for the death of his S/o pushing it to the side until it was time to face the facts.

blackbutler-scenarios:

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Undertaker reacting to his SO falling

Asleep on him.

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𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖗

⋆ In the back of the funeral parlor lay a plush leather couch, one worn down from year’s of use. The firmness of the cushions was now nonexistent. After hours of working on a custom ordered coffin, this is where the couple decided to take their break.

⋆ Eyes hiding behind silver bangs peered up at the ceiling. His partner sitting in his lap, their head resting on his chest. The two made light conversation back and forth, it was not until the responses stopped when Undertaker turned to look at his SO.

⋆ They now lay, slumped onto the mortician, placing all of their weight on his chest. Their breathing had slowed to a soothing rhythm as their heartbeat thumped calmly between the two of them.

⋆The mere sight of his SO sleeping peacefully on his chest was reason enough for the reaper to move his silver locks away from his eyes.

⋆ Sinking into the couch, Undertaker pulled his SO higher up on his chest, allowing their forehead to touch his lips. His hands grasped their waist, massaging small circles into their soft flesh.

⋆ If they dared to stir from their much-needed rest, the reaper would have no other choice than to sooth them into slumber with kind words and soft humming.

⋆The rhythm of his SO’s thumping heart sent the ancient reaper into a peaceful slumber. His mouth slightly agape as he snored lightly, arms looped around his partner.