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cherryskyies · 1 year
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Can you do fluff head cannons for undertaker with a fem reader?
Fluff headcanons w Undertaker and his s/o
I feel like I got a bit carried away with this one, but enjoy<3
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Your entire relationship is filled with cute moments from the second you wake up to a gentle kiss on your forehead to planning your future together while under the covers. 
Being with Undertaker is falling in love with him everyday all over again. Feeling your heart swell with pure adoration while you sit on the bar stool, watching him make breakfast and sampling the food before it is even done.
Some days are more slow paced than others, allowing for you to spend the gloomy London nights wrapped in a blanket together in front of the fireplace; steaming cups of tea sit in front of both of you with bowls of hot soup and you cannot help but look at him with love and smile, wondering how you got so lucky. 
Every now and then the both of you will let your inner child out and play hide n seek with the coffins. You never win, but you’re happy to lose if it means seeing him smile — you’d do anything to make him smile and he’d do the same. 
Undertaker has one rule he likes to follow: All three meals are to be shared together. Growing up, he had never had anyone to share a meal with, so having you around makes him feel worth something; he’d be heartbroken if you shared a meal away from him.
I see him as more of an acts of service and words of affirmation guy when it comes to loving you. Your beauty is impossible to define, but he will spend his last breath trying. 
On the receiving end, I believe Undertaker to be more of a touch kind of guy. Your hands exploring his body or reaching under the dinner table to hold his makes him feel like he is on top of the world.
You are his goddess and he is your most loyal follower, worshiping at your feet willing to do whatever you ask of him, which is why it is so hard for him to fathom you doing the same to him, but every time your eyes meet his he feels deserving of your love.
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todoroki-waifu · 1 year
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Headcanons about Undertaker, William, and Lau with short gender neutral s/o?
Note: As always, thank you for the request!
Warning: Gender neutral reader.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 439
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~Undertaker~
He likes to make jokes here and there.
Might watch you struggle a bit to get a good laugh, but ends up helping you.
Does he change anything in his home to accommodate you?
Nah. He doesn't. 
He doesn't like changing too many things around, plus you know him and his obsession with laughing. 
Be aware that if someone else cracks jokes about you being short, he's going to laugh. 
Undertaker eventually apologizes and tells you that the only reason why some people might make fun of you is because they're jealous.
They're jealous that they don't fit perfectly in his arms the way you do and that he can easily kiss you when he's sitting while you're standing. 
If someone does take their teasing too far, he won't be laughing anymore. 
And you know that isn't a good thing.
~William~
Doesn't think much of it. 
Honestly forgets about yours and his height difference.
So when you're over his place, everything is set to his level.
William does eventually remember to put certain things at a more convenient placement. 
He's a serious man so he wouldn't be making any jokes about you being short.
But will poke a person with his shears if they offend you.
Treats you like an equal, but again, forgets that there are certain things you need help with. 
Like that time when he asked you to grab the tea from one of the cabinets and of course it happens to be at the highest point. 
When he comes to check what was taking a while, he sees you attempting to dangerously climb on a chair to reach the tea. 
Yeah, he wasn't going to let that happen again.
Also, when you're both cuddling, he secretly likes when you embrace him from behind. He's not sure why, but it feels comforting for him. 
~Lau~
Short people problems? What are those?
Lau made sure to make everything convenient to you.
He's had people readjust cabinets and shelves in yours and his home.
Even if something was out of reach, there was always someone nearby to help you. Lau's told you multiple times to use them so you didn't have to trouble yourself.
If you're both out in town, he has his assistants following you and him with the purpose of aiding you.
Lau tells you constantly to hold onto him whenever you're out together. 
Feels that people might take advantage of your height.
But he'd never allow it.
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ava-valerie · 1 year
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Could you write a head canon of OC being protective of ABA taker when he gets hurt? My brain tells me that this mammoth sized man needs to be protected by someone half his size 🥲
Oiii! I love this idea 💖 Well done, nonnie! It turned out quite fluffy when the American Badass flashes goo-goo eyes at the reader 🥺 You shall receive!
Trigger warning: Mentions of blood (just to be safe)
** Headcanon **
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The match had been going for quite a while
A brutal show of fists colliding with jaws
Taker, the American Badass, isn't known for giving up
And he won't back away from the fight now
Even though blood blurs his vision and he stumbles, almost not able to stay on his feet
It hurts your heart to see this stubborn man and how he keeps standing up... and up... and up again
Eventually you can't bear the sight anymore and rush to the ring
Ready to throw fists yourself
Taker sits in a corner as you slide on the canvas, armed with a steel chair and desperate to end this massacre
He watches in surprise and awe when you attack his opponent with the chair, the sound of it bashing on the other man's back is music to his ears
A small thing like you going full berserk tickles a raspy laugh out of his throat as he enjoys the view
This, exactly this, is the moment Taker falls for you
Hard
The referee quickly ends the attack and you somehow manage to get the injured giant backstage
He drops on a couch, sitting with his legs apart, and grins at you with a certain spark in the eyes
"That... was hot, sweetheart"
His comment makes you blush, and you decide to sit on his lap to patch up his bruised face
"And you are a stubborn idiot"
It takes a lot of concentration not to melt under his adoring gazes as he follows every movement of yours
Maybe
Probably
He wants to get in such a situation again, just to see you in full berserk mode
"I might be an idiot for you"
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preciousamethyst · 1 year
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Hello! Could I have some Undertaker fluff where his s/o pampers him and gives him cuddles and just a lot of loving cause he was feeling a bit down 🥺?
Could turn smutty maybe but in a romantic way? (Like emotional lovemaking- I am not sure if I'm describing this accurately 😆)
Thank you!
*Absolutely you can have some Undertaker fluff. Thank you for the request and don't worry you described it perfectly.
Make It All Better
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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, names{darling, honey, love}, bathtub 'romance', compliments, neck kisses/biting, fluff.
Word Count: ~800+
Y/N was waiting for Undertaker to come while they were preparing dinner for him. Y/N heard the door open and then close. Y/N was expecting a ‘darling I’m home’ along with a kiss but it didn’t happen. Y/N looked to see him put his hat on the coat rack and went straight for the sofa. ‘Something is wrong’ Y/N thought. Y/N turned off the stove and took off their apron. “Honey is everything alright?” The look on Undertaker’s face was enough said. “Just not feeling it today darling. Maybe its just one of those days.” Y/N hates when he gets like this, but Y/N always had a solution.
Y/N went around the sofa to cuddle him with his head against their chest. “Awww well don’t worry I can make you feel better.” Y/N started giving him kisses all over his forehead and face. He couldn’t stay in that gloomy mood for long because he started to smile and giggle. Y/N kept kisses him and began to tickle his sides. His laughter got louder, and he was trying to make Y/N stop. “Darling you don’t have to tickle me so much.” Y/N stopped and looked into Undertaker’s eyes that wasn’t hidden by his hair any more. Undertaker soon did the same thing when he calmed down.
“I’ll fix your dinner and I’ll get your bath ready. How does that sound?” He smiled. “That sounds wonderful.” Y/N kissed him on the lips and got up walk into the kitchen. Undertaker was right behind them hugging them from behind. “Thanks for making me feel better. I needed it.” Y/N snickered. “Once you get done with dinner, I can make you feel way more better.” Y/N held a plate in their hand and handed it to him. He took it and sat at the table so he can eat.
In the mean time Y/N went into their bathroom to run a nice long bubble bath for him. He loved those type of things because it was an opportunity to have more bonding time. Y/N turned the knobs to get the water nice and warm. A little hot but not burning hot. When the temperature was exactly right Y/N plugged the drain and let the water slowly fill the tub. About ten minutes have passed and the tub was filled just right, and it was time to add the bubble bath. A hint of lavender and chamomile scented the bathroom, and it was very relaxing.
Y/N heard the door to the bathroom open and there he was half naked with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Couldn’t wait, could you?” He shook his ‘no’ and walked closer to you. “Will you be joining me my love? It would be way more fun.” He rubbed his against Y/N’s and he kissed their lips. “How can I say no.” He dropped his towel, and he slowly sank into the warm bath water. His muscles began to relax in the water while he was eyeing Y/N as they undress.
Y/N slowly went into the water with their back towards him and laid against his chest. He snuggled close and kissed Y/N’s neck. “My love you don’t know how much I appreciate you. I’m do glad you came into my life.” Y/N relaxed into his arms as the kisses became more frequent. “I know you are honey. I’m glad too. I wouldn’t be with anyone else unless it was you.” Y/N hand traveled into the water to find his cock and began massaging it slowly. Undertaker was getting the gist what was going on and two can play at the game.
Undertaker's hand when into the water and began to rub Y/N at the same pace they were going. “My love you are the only one that make me feel this way. I never want to lose you.” Y/N began to moan as Undertaker began to go faster each time, so they decided to do the same. The knots of their excitement began to build in their stomach and their ending was near. “Undertaker I love you and nothing will change that. I will never hurr-rt you.” Undertaker was in so much bliss he could barely speak. “Mm-my love I will never hh-hurt you either. II-I love you too mm-much.”
His face dove into Y/N neck, and he began to bite it slightly, but it was enough pressure to make Y/N moan louder. “Cum with mm-me darling. Let’s cum tt-together.” As if on command Y/N began to see white as their eye rolled to the back of their head. Undertaker wasn’t to far behind when Y/N rubbed him a few more times before their high came down. Their breathing were in sync and they cuddled each other in the lukewarm water.
“Looks like we need to change the bath water.” Undertaker chuckled and turned to look into Y/N eyes. “I meant was I said darling. I will never hurt you. If I do, I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you. That's a promise.” Y/N was getting a little teary eyed but shook their head. “I know Undertaker.” Y/N moved a little to drain the water and then turned the water on. “Now let’s have a proper bath. No funny business this time.” “No promises my love.”
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take-taker-taken · 11 days
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Hi!!
If you're up for it, could you maybe write some american badass undertaker x fem reader fluff?when he first became biker taker he kept his hair long at first, right? -> okay, so I've had this stupid scenario in my head for quite some time: undertaker braiding his SOs hair and vice versa (idk i think that would be really cute :3 ) oh, and it would be really dope if he'd call the reader babygirl 🥺🥺🥺
Thank you!!
Hi hi, Anon! Thank you so much for this ask - it’s such a sweet idea! Sorry it’s taken me a while and I hope it’s what you were looking for…
He wanders into the room in his usual uniform of well worn blue jeans and a Harley Davidson t-shirt, glancing around as though he’s looking for something, before triumphantly seizes upon his hairbrush that he’d left randomly on one shelf of the bookcase. He takes the elastic out of his hair and shakes it loose while you watch from the couch, thinking how he looks like a great big lion shaking his head. He raises the brush and then you say quietly,
“Can I do it?”
He pauses and looks around and down at you. “Huh?”
You hold your hand out. “I want to brush your hair.”
He tilts his head to one side and a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Well, ok. Go ahead.” He hands the brush over to you and then just stands there as you figure out the mechanics.
“You’re gonna have to sit on the floor.” You gesture with the brush and so he does as you ask and takes a seat in front of the couch as you wriggle into a better position. You’re then faced with the magnificent red mane of hair and run your hand over it. You’ve never actually brushed anyone else’s hair and are suddenly worried about catching any knots. Concentrating furiously, you tease out a section and then brush the ends first before carefully working your way up to the roots and then finally combing through right over his scalp. To your surprise, he leans his head back a little more and practically purrs as it makes contact.
“Ohhh, that feels good, babygirl. You can take as long as you want with this, lemme tell ya.”
You smile delightedly and set about the rest with more confidence, working through it in sections and taking time to run your fingers through it as you go. You brush it forward over his shoulders and sneak in a little neck rub which after a short while has him tipping his head back so that you can plant a kiss on to his forehead.
“You’re spoiling me here, babygirl - gonna braid it for me, too?”
“Of course,” You smile and gently push his head forward again and start to brush again so that you can carefully separate the thick, red locks into three even sections. Once you’re satisfied you begin to cross the sections over in a tight, neat braid. All the way down until there’s just a few inches of hair and at that point you take the elastic and tie the whole thing off.
He tips his head back again and you smile. “Is it my turn now?”
You keep smiling, but your brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
He half turns and reaches around your waist with one arm. “C’mon down here and lemme do yours.”
Your eyes widen and you slide down off the couch to get into position, sat between his long, stretched out legs. You settle in and then have the wonderful sensation of his big hands on your head, gently stroking all your long hair back and smoothing it down. He picks up the brush and begins to work methodically with a gentleness belied by his general outward appearance. You feel him carefully ensuring that you have an even parting and then he takes one half and lays it over your shoulders and then you sigh with pleasure as you feel his lips press to the side of your neck, his stubble scratching over your skin.
“This really is nice, isn’t it?”
“Mmhmm,” he replies, lips still moving against you. “I’m gonna put you in pigtails, babygirl - I think that’ll look real cute.”
You giggle and nod and then hold still as he turns your head slightly with one hand and commences to braiding. He gets to the end and clearly realises that he needs an elastic and so shifts about to get his hand into his pocket, rummaging around until he finds one and then fixes it in place. He picks up the brush again and works on the other side and you can’t help pushing your head against it in order to get a scalp massage of sorts from the bristles. He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“Babygirl, you’re just like a kitten. Now, let’s get this braid all done, huh?”
You sit still again as he separates out the hair and methodically plaits it all the way down and this time you slip a hair elastic off your wrist and hold it up. He plucks it from your fingers and twists it around to fix the braid and then pats your hip.
“C’mon - hop up now.” You get to your feet and he follows you up and then sets his hands around your waist as he smiles down at you. “Yup, I knew it - my babygirl is pretty as a picture.”
“His and hers braids,” you reply, tossing your head side to side so that your pigtails dance. You reach for his and use the end to tickle his nose. “So, now that you made me all pretty, where are we going?”
You make a small jump and he boosts you up so that you can wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you.
“Well… seeing as our hair is all tied up good, why don’t we hop on the bike and go find lunch?”
You nod happily and press a kiss to his lips before he walks from the room to head to the garage with you still clinging to him like a koala.
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aalyssah · 2 months
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Jealousy With Undertaker
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Pairing: The Undertaker x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,883
A/N: It was requested by someone on Wattpad for me to write for Undertaker. I decided to go with the America Badass Undertaker because when he had this gimmick, it was my favorite. Hope You Enjoy!
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Jealousy with Undertaker.
• I feel like when it comes to jealousy with the Undertaker, he wouldn't be the one to make you jealous.
•It would be some guy talking to you, trying to get under Takers' skin or them flirting with you because why would he do that to you?
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You smiled as your husbands' promo ended. He was talking trash to the one and only DDP who's been stalking you recently.
You don't know why he's become so obsessed with you, but Taker's gonna make sure he doesn't lay a hand on you.
You stood backstage, waiting for him to come back when someone touched your back from behind. You quickly jumped, spinning around to be met with Stone Cold.
You took a step back, not wanting him to touch you again. "Y/n." He sternly greeted you. You crossed your arms over your chest. "What do you want, Austin?" You asked in an annoyed voice, which made him look 'surprised.'
"What the hell's wrong with you? All I said was your name." You gave him a look. "That's because I don't want you too, now what do you want?" Stone Cold let out a sigh. He didn't want to be here as much as you didn't want him to be.
"Look, my wife Debra told me to inform you that your match against Tori was granted and it'll be next week on Raw.” Now a smile came to your face.
Recently, Tori has betrayed your brother in law, Kane, by leading him on to believe she loved him, only to betray him and go for his ex partner X-Pac. You saw the hurt in his eyes even if he didn't want to admit it, but you promised him you'll get revenge by beating her ass in a match.
"Really! Oh my god, tell Debra I said thank you." You cheered, a huge smile on your face. Stone Cold looked at your happy face. He's never seen someone so happy to beat up someone.
"Yeah, she said she doesn't blame you for wanting a match. She also tells me all the time how she hates Tori cause all she does is run around like she's untouchable."
You nodded your head in agreement. "Yeah, she really does. She thinks just because she had Kane who's all big that she was untouchable, but now she has a whole group of men. Now she feels invisible." You said, adding a weird tone at the end of your sentence. Stone Cold let out a small chuckle at that.
You were so busy talking with him that you didn't realize your husband had come backstage looking for you, but when he saw you talking to his rival Stone Cold, he felt jealousy enter his body.
He watched the whole conversation as you smiled and laughed, throwing your head back. When Stone Cold laughed he knew it was time to step in. Stone Cold doesn't laugh with anyone backstage.
Undertaker walked behind you, the sound of his boots hitting the floor catching your attention. You turned to see him glaring at Stone Cold, his eyes just as cold as his name.
"Austin, you better get your ass away from my wife, right now." Stone Cold held his hands up in surrender. He didn't want any trouble with the big man. "Aye Taker, I was just leaving, man."
Undertaker watched as Stone Cold left, going back to wherever he came from. He then looked at you with anger in his eyes. "Talking with Stone Cold, ain't you?" You let out a sigh at his tone.
You know he's mad by the way he sounds. "Yeah, he was letting me know that I have a match against Tori on Raw next week." Undertaker nodded his head, slipping his hands in his jean pockets.
"Yeah, telling you about a match, huh?" You nodded your head. "So what was all that laughing and smiling about?" You rolled your eyes. "He was telling me about something Debra said. There's no need to be jealous." Undertaker looked at you as if he was offended by your accusation. "Jealous? I'm not jealous, I'm-"
You cut him off. "Yes you are jealous! I just told you why I was talking to him and why I was laughing, but you don't believe me because jealousy is taking over you. You just can't fathom the fact I'm talking to another guy, and that he's your rival."
As much as Undertaker didn't want to admit that you're right, he knew you were. He hated seeing you laughing with Stone Cold. "You're right. I-I'm sorry it's just, seeing you talking with him, it— it made me feel upset." You gave him some sympathy, knowing how he was feeling.
Undertaker and Kane have a rivalry with Triple H and Stone Cold, so seeing your significant other talking with one of them would make you upset too.
"I get it, but there's no need to be jealous. I love you and I would never do anything to make you think otherwise."
Undertaker didn't say anything else as he pulled you in for a kiss.
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Jealousy with You.
• Now when it comes to you being jealous it would be a girl's fault. With Taker being so big and popular, I feel like a girl would try flirting with him to get him to help her with beating up someone.
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"1, 2, 3!"
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
The bell rang as you stood up and got your hand raised by the referee.
You just won your match against Ivory, smiling as you watched Right to Censor drag her out the ring, staring at you with disgusted eyes.
They've recently been getting onto you about your attire saying 'It's too revealing for the kids' but you honestly could care less.
You stepped out the ropes, walking backstage. Just as you turned the corner your husband's brother popped up, scaring you. "Oh shit, Kane! You scared me." You said with a hand on your heart.
Kane stood there with a blank expression in his eyes. "What is it?" Kane was silent, but his hand gripped your wrist, dragging you away from your spot.
You hissed as his grip was somewhat tight. "Kane, where are you taking me?" Kane ignored your questions, stopping as he saw the scene in front of him.
You tried peeking around his body to see what he stopped for. "What? What is it?" Kane finally stepped aside, letting you see what he was looking at.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw your husband Undertaker standing there, chewing and spitting his tobacco into a cup. "What? Why'd you bring me here, he's not doing any-"
You quickly stopped talking when you saw Trish Stratus walking up in a black outfit with a Deadman Inc. logo on her hat.
She wore a top that pushed her breast up high and a short skirt, showing off her perfectly tanned legs.
You could hear their conversation from where you were.
"Hey Taker." Trish greeted him. Undertaker looked up from his phone, and then looked right back down. He wanted and had nothing to do with Trish. "I said hello Taker." She repeated.
Undertaker looked up at her with an annoyed expression. "What the hell do you want, Trish?" Trish was slightly taken back by his tone, but covered it up with a smile.
"Well, my boys Test and Albert have gotten themselves into trouble with Too Cool, and I was wondering if you would like to be the other partner for them against Rikishi?" Undertaker stood there, looking at her.
She was obviously trying to seduce him with the slurry voice she was doing, and looking at him up and down.
Instead of answering he asked, "Where did you get that hat from?" Trish frowned, taking her hat off and looking at the logo. "Oh, I got it custom made for $300. Took some time to stitch it, but it was so worth it, knowing I would be talking to you." Trish said with a smile as if $300 on a logo wasn’t nothing.
He couldn't believe Trish spent money to try and get him to join her little group. "Well that was dumb as fuck because I'm not helping your boys out, so you better go find someone else." He finished his sentence with another spit of his tobacco.
Trish closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She could feel the frustration rise in her, but she knew she had to keep her cool in order to reel him in.
When her eyes opened, a new side of her showed. She was biting her lips, and her eyes were hooded. She took small steps to him, a hand resting on his chest.
"I tried asking your brother for help, but he unfortunately said no, but that's okay because he's not as strong, and big as you." She said, her manicured hands rubbing his tattooed arm. "And, I think the fans love you way more than they do Kane. You're so popular, and handsome."
As soon as her hand touched his beard you ran up to her from behind and punched her neck with your forearm. She went flying forward, her face hitting the floor with a groan.
"You dumb bitch, trying to seduce my man!" You yelled, getting on top of her and punching her face. Undertaker's eyes grew wide as he put his cup down on a table and grabbed your waist.
You were squirming in his hold, arms and legs flailing around to break out his hold and continue to beat her.
Soon Test and Albert turned the corner, coming to help their manager up. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" You threaten her, as Test and Albert helped her up. Trish fixed her hair with a smile. "Don't be mad cause he thinks I'm hotter than you." You felt yourself grow even angrier at the little smirk on her face.
You were gonna wipe that off her pretty little face.
You turned in Takers hold, grabbing his tobacco spit cup and throwing the brown liquid all on her face and some on Tests' arm.
She let out a disgusted scream, and Test dropped her, in disgust at the brown spit on his arm. "Oh my god, ew!" She screamed, trying to wipe the spit off her body, but it was everywhere.
Now it was your turn to smirk as you watched her and her boys scramble away to the locker room. Undertaker finally let you go, letting out a breath. "Babe, you need to chill out. I wasn't gonna help her."
You nodded your head, running a hand over your face. "Oh, I know you weren't, otherwise I would kill you." Undertaker smiled, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead.
He looked at his brother who still stood in his spot, a small nod shooting towards him. "I swear I'm gonna beat her ass next week." Taker chuckled, rubbing your back.
"Kane, let's go. We're stopping by Regals office on our way to the locker room. I'm sure I'll get my match with the both of you there." You ordered, walking past him.
Taker couldn't and didn't stop you because he knows you're gonna get your revenge.
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undertakerslxt · 10 months
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Can I request undertaker x female reaper reader where, even though nobody thinks it's possible for reapers to get pregnant, reader starts having morning sickness, but her and undertaker just think she's sick and find out she's pregnant?
What would doting husband undertaker be like? What would he do the first time he feels the baby kick?
I like to think that this would only happen if two reapers have a love that is beyond the rules of the universe.
AND AUNTIE GRELL WOULD BE A THING!!!
YESSS!! omg i absolutely love this.
title; family
warnings; pregnancy, overload of cuteness and adrian being the happiest father-to-be alive (or unalive, technically).
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It started out small, the signs. You would start feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. At first, it was only the feeling, but then it would turn into you bent over the toilet, throwing up. Your husband was worried the first time it happened, because reapers couldn't get sick. Or, they weren't supposed to, anyway. For one to be throwing up was a bad sign. (And he couldn't help but immediately think Thorns, even if that wasn't a typical Thorns symptom.)
But then it continued. For days. Some days, you would just curl up under the blanket and not want to be disturbed. Other days, you spent a good portion of your morning in the bathroom. On week two of this, your husband was starting to suspect you weren't actually sick at all.
But how could his suspicion be right? Reapers were dead humans, without the ability to conceive or create life.
Yet that pregnancy test on the bathroom sink said otherwise.
His wide eyes stared right back at you, then slowly drifted down to your stomach. Of course, he wouldn't see any bump yet, but there was new life in your womb. Life both of you had created.
And impossibly, his dream of being a father had come true.
You both weren't with Dispatch anymore, but you were still friends with Grelle. She had been your best friend before you left, so how could you not share this news? You also wanted answers, though. How were you pregnant?
"From all I know, it has something to do with the pureness of a reaper's love," she explained one day, sitting both of you down. "Apparently, if your love is true and pure, despite all this being a punishment, you can be rewarded with a child. Nothing is more pure than a child, so it's supposed to be a representation of your own connection. A symbol, if you will, of how strong your love is that you can overcome a fundamental reaper law and conceive."
You blinked. "So... Adrian and I's love is so strong we were able to conceive?"
"Pretty much." Her eyes lit up. "I will be the best aunt your child will ever have! I'll bring them lots of presents and show them the best ways to reap and-"
"Okay, slow down," you laughed. "One thing at a time, Grelle. First, Adrian and I need to process this."
"Well, alright, but once you're done processing, let me know. We're going to get you maternity clothes!"
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Adrian was the absolute picture of a doting husband the second he had the confirmation. Not that he wasn't before, but now he was practically by your side every second. You were feeling a little suffocated, yes, but to be honest, his excitement was adorable. He had come home one day loaded with books. Not the ones of the medical variety, though. Baby names. All kinds of baby names.
You laughed as he set all of them down, spread out on the couch in your living room. You wore a silk robe, one he had gotten for you after you complained your other robe felt too itchy on your skin. Nothing but the best for the mother of my child, he'd insisted.
"Did you just go out and get all of those?" You teased, one hand resting on your swollen belly. You were five and a half months along by now, and you were getting to the point where Adrian had to do much of the work around the house by himself. "Oh my god, Adrian, how many books did you buy?"
"A book merchant owed me favors," he shrugged, a silly grin on his face. "I was quite convincing when I suggested he give all these to me."
Threatened, more like. You just smiled and shook your head, watching as Adrian sat down beside you. "I thought we wanted to wait on names until closer to my due date."
"Well, why not now? We can make a list and see what feels right then!" He leaned over to kiss you sweetly, one hand rubbing your bump. "I want to be completely prepared for our child, luv."
"In that case, I cannot argue." You sighed contentedly as you laid back down. "Damnit. I forgot my water again."
"I'll get it." He was immediately up to go get it. You heard him shuffling in the kitchen for a moment, before he went quiet. Then... "Luv, no offense, but perhaps I should take care of doing the dishes from now on."
With a frown, you struggled up and walked over to the kitchen. "What? Why?"
He chuckled as he glanced towards the sink, where... Oh. You had been making a snack earlier, and put the dirty plate in the sink and the celery in the fridge. But apparently, pregnancy brain had kicked in again, because the celery was in the dirty dish pile. You didn't need to look to know the dish was probably in the fridge. "Ah... Perhaps you might be right. In my defense, I got hungry!" You whined playfully. "You can't hold this against me."
"I will certainly tease you about it," he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nonstop."
"Hey! I am carrying your child, so I'm sorry if I got things mixed up." You pouted, making him kiss your cheek.
"And you look absolutely beautiful while doing both," he reassured you. You couldn't stay mad while he was being all doting, so you sighed and gave in.
"You'd better think so." You poked his nose playfully before waddling back to your place on the couch. You winced, suddenly. "Adrian!"
He practically came running, worried something had happened by the tone of your voice. "What?!" You just grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly, shushing him. A moment passed, then... The baby kicked again, and his eyes widened.
"Was that...?"
"That was our baby, my love. They kicked!"
He knelt in front of you, keeping his hand there. "Hi, baby," he whispered, kissing your belly. "Can you hear me? It's your father."
"I don't know if they can hear you," you teased.
"If you can, I want you to know I love you so much already. Your mother and I cannot wait to meet you," he continued, smiling up at you. Nothing came again, and you saw how he looked quite disappointed, but you reassured him there would be more kicks.
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Three and a half months passed by rather quickly, leading to the birth of your very healthy baby girl.
She was the most precious thing in the universe. You stared at your daughter in awe as she slept in your arms, face scrunched up. Adrian was right beside you, sniffling quietly. Your husband rarely ever cried, but you would be upset if the birth of his own daughter wasn't one of the times he did. "She's beautiful," you whispered.
"Absolutely perfect," he agreed softly. "Both of my girls are. I... I can't thank you enough for giving me a family, my love. I never thought..." His voice broke. "I'm a father. I'm really a father now..."
"And I know you'll be the best one ever."
You went to say more, but you were interrupted by Grelle coming into the room in a flurry of excitement. "Is that her?!" She gasped excitedly, leaning over you. "She's beautiful, darling! Lots of hair for a newborn!"
You rolled your eyes in amusement, but you were happy your daughter would have an aunt. And one sure to be as crazy and wonderful as Grelle.
You loved your family.
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peachicake · 1 year
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Hihi! I saw your requests were open since its Christmas. I was wondering if I could have like hcs or smth of where Black Butler characters would react to being under the mistletoe with you and what they would do. (Most preferably Grill and Undertaker and other characters of your choosing! Its ok if you don't like this request feel free to ignore! But if you do write it thank you in advance!!💕)
Thanks for the request hun ♥︎
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Black Butler HC- being under the mistletoe with them
Grell-
Oh how lucky she is to have her little darling under a mistletoe with her
She would walk up to you and gently kiss you on the lips
Even if you were super flustered or embarrassed she would take it as a accomplishment and walk away with pride, flipping her hair like nobody’s business
Undertaker-
Undertaker would probably be a little shy at first but he would eventually gather up the courage to walk over to you and give peck on the lips
“U-Undertaker… did you just kiss me?”
“Yep” popping the “P”
Walks away smirking to himself
Sebastian
would most like just grab your hand and drag you over there then kiss you
Grell would be boring holes into the back of your head. She would be extremely jealous
Dont go near her for a couple of days
that’s all I’m gonna say (´⊙ω⊙`)
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lunarwritesthings · 8 months
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Human Under The Monster
Paring: 90s!Undertaker x Gn!Reader
Fandom: Wwe
Request: Yes, by anon.
Summary: Everyone believes Undertaker is a monster and treats him as one. Everyone, but the reader.
A/N: I am so sorry for how long this took. life has been hectic and as a fan of Heartstopper and I didn't want any spoilers so I avoided social media until I watched it.
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Undertaker was a mysterious man, and people naturally feared what they could not understand.
But what if, just this once, someone saw past his intimidating appearance and found a side of him that no one knew about?
Perhaps, underneath it all, there was a vulnerable person who needed to be cared for. Perhaps he had a hidden side that only a few close friends knew about.
One of those close friends was someone he met when he first arrived, well he bumped into them. Shockingly it led to an amazing friendship.
Of course, being around someone people are scared of tends to have them worried about you and why you stayed around him. You knew this was all because they didn't see the human behind the monster, but that's how Undertaker wanted it.
Undertaker never understood why you treating the way you did. He'd never admit it to anyone but he loved it. It was nice to have someone that saw him for him and saw past the character.
Being friends with the one and only dead man has its perks. Do you want to be alone or need a quiet spot? easy most people avoid you worried about what Undertaker might do if he sees them.
Now of course there were rumors about you and him dating, but they were never confident nor denied. That was information that stayed between you and him.
Behind closed doors, there was no dead man, no Undertaker. It was just two humans treating each other as such, regardless of what the outside world thought.
Behind every "monster" is a person that needs an unsuspected person to see past the intimidating appearance and treat them as what they truly are. Human. And Undertaker had found that person.
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speckle-meow-meow · 9 months
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Hello!! Could you do Undertaker x a reader who rarely ever smiles because they’re insecure of their dimples, and whenever someone points them out it kinda ends up as a mood killer for them? Please and thank you!! Have a nice day/night!!<3
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You were born with beautiful/handsome dimples
You loved them as a child but as you got older you started to resent them
Whenever people pointed them out it killed your mood and made you very sour
Eventually you met a man who made you love your dimples
Undertaker loved your dimples
It eventuated your smile and laugh
He knew not to mention them to much do he didn't but he also showed you how much he loved them by kissing them
Which made you happy
He always made sure to lift your spirits whenever people mentioned your dimples
{Hello anon I hope you like this! And sorry ladies, Gentalmen, and those in between I know my posts have been short lately but I am INCREDIBLY busy. I hope you all understand!}
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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months
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feverish s/o hcs ; undertaker
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requested by ; anonymous (16/02/23)
fandom(s) ; black butler
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | main antagonists
character(s) ; undertaker
outline ; “Can you do undertaker from black butler x female reader who's sick with a bad fever and honestly pretty weak at the moment”
warning(s) ; descriptions of sickness, vomit, fevers and other related things
whilst he doesn’t tend to take much seriously, when it comes to your health he’s as serious as can be — treating it with an attention to detail that had previously only been used for his work as a reaper
so he likely realised that you were going to fall ill long before you did and prepped everything accordingly
getting the most comfortable pillows and blankets he could find, stocking them in a spare room — one with a small window that would let you get some fresh air
stocking up on both fresh fruits and home made soft foods — soups and broths that would fill you up and warm your soul
buying medicine with what few coins he’d scraped together — stuff for everything from fevers to pox to the common cold
so, needless to say, the moment you started to show a fever he’d be more than prepared and you’d be in excellent care for the duration of your sickness
he hurries you into the spare room and changes you into a comfortable night dress — something light and thin and breathable
then he helps you into the bed, buries you in cushions and cracks open the window — handing you a spare pot to empty your guts into whilst he preps some medicine, making you take it alongside some pain killers early in the morning before your major symptoms set in
then, once you’ve taken your medication, he fetches a cold glass of water and presses the back of his hand to your forehead — his touch light and his voice gentle as he talks to you
‘did that help?’
‘feel any better, dear?’
‘do you need anything?’
‘hot water bottle? food? drink? anything at all, just say the word and i’ll get it,’
you shake your head and he hums before leaving, handing you a bell and telling you to ring it if you need anything — he still has a shop to run, after all, and as much as he wants to he can’t be beside you at all times
and that’s how the duration of your illness plays out under your reaper’s diligent care:
he emptied your pot and helped you into the bathroom if you needed the loo or needed to be bathed
he stroked your hand and held your hair back whilst you vomited
he adjusted the temperature of the room if you were too hot or too cold (opening/closing the window, adjusting the amount of layers and so on)
he lovingly made and fed you warm hearty soups and broths and stews, blowing on the spoon and praising you for being willing to eat
he fetched you drinks and medicines and pills, making sure that you never went over or under the suggested dosage for your sort
he cooed and cared for you, encouraging you and shushing you if you ever tried to apologise
he did it all without complaint, only asking that you try and recover as repayment for his care — kissing your head and holding you as you went through the worst waves of your illness
doing everything he can to give you a smooth path to recovery and sticking with you no matter how long it lasts
because undertaker is the sort to take ‘in sickness and health’ to heart, even if you aren’t yet married
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cherryskyies · 9 months
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Sebastian & Undertaker w an insecure s/o
trying desperately to make creative brain juice flow guys. sometimes my wording feels off but it's been a hot minute since I've been writing on a regular basis.
Masterlist || Navigation || ao3
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Sebastian
Sebastian is well aware of your insecurities regarding your body before you tell him. He sees it in the way you suck your stomach in when his hand brushes against it, body stiffening when he chooses to keep it there.
He is not an idiot, but he cannot help but be confused as to why you see yourself in such a negative light; you're pure and soft, untainted by the evil surrounding you. Perfection in his eyes.
When the topic arises, his hand still against your flesh, you feel embarrassed. "Can I keep my shirt on?"
Sebastian pauses for a moment, "what if I blow the candles out?" he suggests, desperate to feel all of you, not needing the dim light to guide him.
You comply, still hesitant to know you'll be laid bare beneath him, but Sebastian is quick to toss your anxiety out the door with his skilled tongue.
He will fuck every ounce of doubt and insecurity out of you. Praise follows each thrust.
Undertaker
He has seen a lot of bodies in his life given his field of work and yours isn't anything he hasn't seen before, so why are you ashamed?
In his eyes, every bit of you is a work of art. He paints you in his free time but nothing he does fully captures your beauty.
"I've seen a lot in my life, doll," he starts, slender fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "but I have not seen a girl as alluring as you."
If he could explain you in simple terms he'd say heaven on earth, his very own angel.
Undertaker does his very best to make you comfortable, knowing your insecurities and determined to prove he adores every inch of your mind and body.
His slow hands glide over every curve and so-called "imperfection", leaving kisses followed by praise in areas you tense up.
It is his goal for you to see yourself in the same light he does and he will succeed; don't give him a challenge you don't want him to win.
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todoroki-waifu · 1 year
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Headcanons about how Undertaker, William, and Lau would react if his gender neutral crush accidentally confesses to him?
Note: Thank you for the request! Really enjoying writing these. Hehe.
Warning: Gender neutral reader.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 543
~Undertaker~
He laughs.
Laughs a lot until you get mad at him and attempt to walk away.
He grabs you before you can leave and attempts to apologize, but you don't seem convinced.
Undertaker doesn't truly believe you fell for someone like him. 
People tended to stay away from him because ...well...he deals with the dead! (It is his occupation, plus he's a shinigami) 
Once he sees how serious you are, he grins, pulling you close by your waist and holding up one of your hands as he starts to sway you into a slow waltz. 
Despite his long, silver bangs covering his eyes, there's a hint of happiness swirling in his green orbs. He feels somewhat alive again. You're bringing color to his dark, melancholy life.
Undertaker does warn you that his love for you will last even after death. There is no 'till death do us part'. 
Again, he's a shinigami, so he'll make sure that you two stay together.
~William~
Hate to say it, but he doesn't accept your confession at first. 
Feels as if it would interfere with his work. Believes love and business don't mix together.
Eventually changes his mind. He misses you so, so much. He misses how close you two used to be. 
Even Grell comments about how stupid he is (which William couldn't help but poke him with his shears). 
Grell only knew what was going on between the two of you through you after pestering noticing William's change in behavior. 
Takes William a while to apologize, but he's determined to put his pride to the side because being without you is worse than working overtime and he HATES working past his shift. 
Feels really silly about how he didn't think about balancing you and his work life. Not saying he enjoys work, but he is dedicated to it so why can't he be dedicated to both?
Probably a bit more dedicated to you now, but still. 
Although he is a bit aloof, he shows his love in his own way. Makes sure that you get enough rest for your job, eat enough for the day, staying hydrated, making dinner when he knows you've had a long shift, or actually takes off on important days/days that you are unwell or when he just wants to spend time with you. 
~Lau~
Lau pretends to be surprised when you accidentally confess to him, but admits that he's known for a while.
He knows a lot of people and people talk.
But he's also observant despite him acting oblivious most of the time. He did notice that you were a bit more fidgety around him.
After you confess, he's ecstatic, but a bit afraid. He has a lot of enemies and is concerned about them trying to use you against him.
But that's when he triples his security, especially when he couldn't be around you.
Lau not being around you is somewhat rare. He wants to bring you with him everywhere, especially to his birth country! 
He's considered high class in China (and in England) because of his occupation plus his ties with the Qing Bang. He's going to make sure you're treated extra special. 
You're with him now, so he'll be taking care of you.
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ava-valerie · 1 year
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Hello 👋, sorry if you see the same requests. My memory sucks (
undertaker and little ! reader
Fluffy
Summer dress
You are perfectly fine, sweetie 💖 And referring to our smol conversation, it'll be the Lord of Darkness 💖 OOOF! Ministry Taker with a little!reader... right in the feels! Exactly my vibe 🥺 THIS IS MY WORLD
Warning: DD/LG relationship
** Headcanon **
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A little piece of heaven in his dark realm
White tulle and a ruffled hem
The summer dress was placed in the middle of the bed, presented as a wonderful gift
You smile while touching the soft fabric
Knowing that it was chosen with great thought
The Lord of Darkness knows how to treat his delicate flower best, so it is no wonder that you feel his caring while putting on the dress
It fits perfectly
A small giggle leaves your lips as you tiptoe out of the room
Searching for him
The excitement of what he will say about you wearing his present grows with each step
"My, my. Did an angel lose her way in my hallways?"
His raspy voice sounds behind you, and you swirl around
Making the hem flying
"It is so beautiful! Do I look beautiful?"
The second you notice how the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, you feel your heart beating faster
Just a simple smile of this intimidating man makes you melt and squeal
Slowly, moving like the epiphany he is, he walks closer and puts a finger under your chin
"The most beautiful, little one"
The Lord leans his head back and adores you through these green orbs in which you could die
His thumb brushes over your lower lip as you look up to him with big eyes
"My innocent, beautiful angel. Dancing through the hallways in her new dress... Pleasing her Lord with that sight..."
He moves to take your hand in his
Leading you into swirling around to make the hem fly once more
"My little piece of heaven..."
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lilithizhere · 3 months
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I!!!! Cant!!!! Believe!!! I finally found someone who writes for all my favorite anime 😭😭 Thank you for existing.
Can I request some fluff with Undertaker please? How would he spend the anniversary date with his S/O? Do they cook something? do they go out? would he give them a gift? (Gender neutral pls <3)
I just need to read something about the loml before I go crazy 😮‍💨 Thank u!!
- ☁️
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The Undertaker.
●So it was your guys Anniversary Date.
●With you and The Undertaker being retired Grim Reapers, and having lived in the mortal world for so long. You knew you guys could find something to do.
●You guys ended up baking and the Undertaker kept laughing because he spilt the Flour and it got everywhere. Including you.
●You looked like a Snowman and then as payback you hugged him Laughing.
●You guys made some delicious brownies, that your pretty sure he somehow put alcohol in?, and ate them all.
●The kitchen was a mess but that was okay. You guys can clean it another time.
●He gave you a very cool Skull as a Gift and you gave him a new Reaper Scythe since you thought he could use a new one.
●You guys cuddled, he kept tickling you, and chilled.
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Hello, can I request Snake, Undertaker, Ronald and an other one of your choice reaction to a super cuddly s/o. The s/o will sometimes tackle them with a hug.
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aaaaa cute!! my choice to add was Finny =D
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Oof, and he thought he was supposed to be the one with super strength! This is something he just loves. Physical affection like that is something he longs for, and having his S/O initiate it means that he usually doesn’t risk hurting them. They make all the moves; he just follows. It’s much easier for him to match the level of force that someone else is putting into a gesture than it is for him to start out with something that isn’t too hard or too soft. So he’ll happily cuddle them right back, regardless of when or where they happen to be. Their tackle-hugs don’t really knock him over, but definitely push him back a bit. He just laughs and catches them in a hug before twirling them around. How romantic!!
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Whoa, they’re a little overeager there! Are they that excited to see him? The feeling is mutual. While he’s a good bit more subtle about things like that, (he rarely runs at his S/O or is very loud with his affections, for example), he appreciates the way they show it. This sort of thing makes him feel wanted, makes it feel like someone is very, very happy that he exists and is in their life. That’s a feeling he needs and craves. Mostly, he’s just glad that they’re the sort of person who likes to cuddle in general, because he loves to touch them in any way he can. Cuddling is a good excuse to be close. The tackle-hugs… well, those are a little different. He can’t help but smile when they do it, though. It makes his day to be nearly bowled over!
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(Oi, wot are they doin’?! They can’t spook y’ like that!) I-it’s alright, Wilde… they’re just trying to be nice, right…? Although, yes, it definitely spooks him at first, because kind, loving touches like this have been so few and far between for him, he’s never really sure how to react. Except to blush, of course. He’s anxious about it, if only for the fact that not many people have ever wanted to do something so soft like hug him. However, he can’t deny that their embrace is… snug. Secure. Safe. A tight hug is the perfect gesture for him, especially if he can easily hide his face and prevent himself from being seen. The tackle-hugging is… something he needs more practice to get used to. Oops. He could be ready for it and they’d still knock him over every time!
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Hee-hee, well, well, what a charming and vivacious individual he has on his hands! He can’t always predict them, but they are a true delight. An interesting case in that he’s let himself go so long without connecting deeply with other people… and yet, he craves to be touched and held and kissed and shown all manner of soft treatment, more than anything. He lets them take every possible excuse to cuddle; sometimes he even invents excuses himself for a cuddle here and there. It’s something he leans into, and despite occasionally flinching at being touched, he’s very comfortable in their arms. And the tackle-hugs, hm… he adores that! It always comes completely out of the blue and he loves that his S/O can still surprise him!
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