The Undertaker

Undertaker practically purrs as you pet his hair, his strong arms wrapped around you with his head buried in your chest, bodies pressed against each others in the early morning, the sun barely starting to rise and you two were up, you might get some more sleep but you know for sure that The Deadman is definitely wide awake, getting all the love he can get. People would see him as mute, cold, and emotionless, but you saw the true him, the protector, a cuddle bug, almost like a puppy, wanting- needing attention and wanting you all for himself. But that was all kept for you, he wouldn't be like that out in public, only behind closed doors.

Your fingers gently take out the few knots in his ginger hair, the 6'10 big puppy loving all the attention he can get from his prize, his and only his. He picks his head up from your chest and moves to your neck, pressed lazy kisses to the warm skin, his beard scratching you a bit as he makes light marks on your skin, the previous ones that were there already faded, giving him a new canvas to work with. "You going to go back to sleep?" Your question was met with a deep hum from The Deadman, his lips staying on your skin as he licks and sucks. "Guess that's a no then.." A grunt this time before he nuzzles your neck sleepily, his feet hanging off the foot of the bed, you needed a new bed for multiple reason but that was one, he doesn't fit.