ojovivo
todays bird
dirt enthusiast
d e v o n
tannertan36
Origami Around
Keni
Claire Keane
macklin celebrini has autism
Jules of Nature
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second
if i look back, i am lost
🪼
blake kathryn
RMH
No title available
h
pixel skylines
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
@reaper-undertaker
The Hanged Man or Zevran as an Antivan Crow
another Tarot Card from The Warden Mahariel’s Tarot Deck
Other cards:
The Devil | The Lovers | The Sun | The Tower | The World | The Star | The Moon | The Judgement |
Ace of Swords | 2 of Swords | 3 of Swords | 4 of Swords | 5 of Swords | 6 of Swords |
Ace of Cups | 7 of Cups |
10 of Pentacles |
3 of Wands |
“I remember when I gaze upon her… She looks just like you….”
"Do you strip like that often, Cain darling? It seems to me like you've had practice~"
“Does it now~?”
His deep voice purred as his gaze slid off his reflection in the mirror and to the reaper in the doorway before he turned around. One hand trailed down over his chest, spindly fingers tracing the outlines of his own muscles until he reached the low waist of his trousers. “I learned this handy skill for my commissions, you see. The art of seduction is quite useful for getting what I want. But this in particular… I only strip like this when I know someone’s watching who’s worth putting on a show for~”
“Good boy~ Now the other hand.” He tested the docility, not quite sure how far the hunter would let him go, but determined to find out. “And just a touch faster please, darling.”
Cain leaned in, using his taller height to his advantage once again. His lips met that exposed neck with a soft kiss before his teeth flashed, biting the reaper hard. His hands gripped the other's waist tightly, fingers digging against the bone.
“Cain~” He wasn’t prepared for the sudden sharp bite to his neck, pulling a surprised groan from the older man. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Those fingers on his hips were deliciously rough and commanding, and Undertaker could tell exactly what kind of mood Cain was in this evening.
“Mmm, you could say a little birdie informed me that some waif was being a bit too friendly with what is mine.” His voice was rough, his possessive greed seeping into his words. He nibbled up that neck and to the other’s ear, his tongue darting out to play with those piercings. “So I came to leave a reminder for those who dare to get too close.”
“Oh? But you know I’m all yours, darling,” the reaper replied breathlessly, clinging to the other man as he explored the fair skin. He was fully prepared to let the man do as he liked, especially when he used that voice, but not without a little bit of teasing beforehand. “Why would you think I’d be looking anywhere else?”
((Falling asleep meme , reverse <3 ))
The shinigami remembered all too well the exhaustion that came with working for dispatch, and knowing Spears as he did, he could expect it to be doubled for the younger man. He finally convinced the reaper to come out with him for a drink one evening, pleased when he finally got him to agree. They sat in a corner booth and had only a couple drinks before he noticed Spears’ was dozing, responses coming late and then not at all. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he nodded off, leaning against the mortician’s shoulder for support. He wrapped one arm around him, deciding to let him sleep for a while at least. He reached for his drink, content to let the other’s steady breathing be the only thing breaking the silence between them.
Happy Halloween !! Here’s an old UnderTaker drawing I did like half a year ago WOO
Cain leaned in, using his taller height to his advantage once again. His lips met that exposed neck with a soft kiss before his teeth flashed, biting the reaper hard. His hands gripped the other's waist tightly, fingers digging against the bone.
“Cain~” He wasn’t prepared for the sudden sharp bite to his neck, pulling a surprised groan from the older man. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Those fingers on his hips were deliciously rough and commanding, and Undertaker could tell exactly what kind of mood Cain was in this evening.
Confess something you've thought about me on anon, and all I can do is post it
"Did you have a productive Halloween, sir?"
“Of course I did, dear William. Lots of murders on Halloween night you know~ did management have you working overtime again this year?”
William sighed, adjusting his glasses slowly. “You know the requirements of the job too well, sir…”
“Of course. Well, seeing as you’re off today, we could always have dinner to make up for missing any festivities?”
"Do you strip like that often, Cain darling? It seems to me like you've had practice~"
“Does it now~?”
His deep voice purred as his gaze slid off his reflection in the mirror and to the reaper in the doorway before he turned around. One hand trailed down over his chest, spindly fingers tracing the outlines of his own muscles until he reached the low waist of his trousers. “I learned this handy skill for my commissions, you see. The art of seduction is quite useful for getting what I want. But this in particular… I only strip like this when I know someone’s watching who’s worth putting on a show for~”
The mortician bit his lip, watching transfixed as Cain teased, slowly revealing pale skin just begging to be touched. But touching would come later, for now he wanted to take advantage of this new compliance from the hunter. "Good~ now continue what you were doing before."
"Do you strip like that often, Cain darling? It seems to me like you've had practice~"
“Does it now~?”
His deep voice purred as his gaze slid off his reflection in the mirror and to the reaper in the doorway before he turned around. One hand trailed down over his chest, spindly fingers tracing the outlines of his own muscles until he reached the low waist of his trousers. “I learned this handy skill for my commissions, you see. The art of seduction is quite useful for getting what I want. But this in particular… I only strip like this when I know someone’s watching who’s worth putting on a show for~”
“Oh, I know~” he growled, watching that deft hand as it worked. One hand gripped tightly to the door frame, the only sign of just how much that action affected the reaper. "Take it off. I want to see~"
"Do you strip like that often, Cain darling? It seems to me like you've had practice~"
“Does it now~?”
His deep voice purred as his gaze slid off his reflection in the mirror and to the reaper in the doorway before he turned around. One hand trailed down over his chest, spindly fingers tracing the outlines of his own muscles until he reached the low waist of his trousers. “I learned this handy skill for my commissions, you see. The art of seduction is quite useful for getting what I want. But this in particular… I only strip like this when I know someone’s watching who’s worth putting on a show for~”
“Oh? Such as presidents and visiting dignitaries? Shameless~ Don’t let me stop your practice. Please, continue~”
Kuroshitsuji : Intermission by kuro-mai
Can we just talk about how fabulous Claude is?
"Why aren't you adorable" A girl in her mid twenties said standing in the door way of the Coffin room. She had a wide, cheshire grin. She had dark brown curly hair and went by the name of Reece.
The reaper looked up at her over his book from where he had settled in one of the coffins. "My, my. I've been called many things, but 'adorable' I haven't heard used to describe me before. How can I help you, madam?"
"Did you have a productive Halloween, sir?"
"Of course I did, dear William. Lots of murders on Halloween night you know~ did management have you working overtime again this year?"
💤 reverse
Send “ 💤 reverse” for my muse’s reaction to yours falling asleep while resting against them.
It wasn't often they got to relax like this. Between Cain's busy work schedule and Undertaker's, there wasn't a lot of room for spending time together. This particular night they had chosen to have a stay at home date. It had begun with a delicious dinner they had prepared together and followed with watching a movie cuddled on the couch. Cain had snuggled against the reaper’s chest beneath his arm, and Undertaker felt content with that familiar weight against him. He had turned to him to ask one of his many hypothetical questions ("Cain, dear, do you think kuru could possibly be contracted even if one didn't eat an infected brain if the disease were to travel through the bloodstream?"), only to find the man had drifted to sleep, clinging lightly to the mortician's hand. He held his tongue, deciding that question was best saved for another day. The scene was so peaceful it almost hurt, and the reaper gently kissed the dark mess of hair, the movie continuing on forgotten as he found watching the hunter sleep to be a far more appealing use of his time.
