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Reader x Death - "To Kiss Death's Hand" Chapter 8

After crashing into the next town, you get to know more about Death.

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Reader x Death - "To Kiss Death's Hand" Chapter 7

After finding out who the bounty hunter is, Death comforts you after your earlier encounter with a tragedy. Meeting up again, he asks an important question for you.

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Michael Whelan

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Mr. Windsinger himself!

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Link to the gay porn library of Alexandria.

Happy pride.

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Reader x Death - "To Kiss Death's Hand" Chapter 6

After a serious discussion with Puss, you find yourself in the forest of Del Mar. Deep in the woodlands, you find the bounty hunter again, realizing he's more than he appears.

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Time-lapse of a 3D printing process of an articulated dragon

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ෆ Focus On Me

Synopsis: When your mind strays away, Law makes sure he brings you back to reality.

CW: afab!reader, soft law, cunnilingus, implied (unintentional) edging, praise.

𝓨-ou can't tell how long it has been, an hour after the other passed by, yet he was still there with his mouth and fingers working on your cunt. He was huffing, fingers cramping and jaw threatening to lock, but he hasn't given up yet.

"Law please—I can't do it." You covered your face with an arm, digging your teeth into your bottom lip to hold yourself from crying. He flicks his tongue over your clit before moving back to say, "I know you can do it Y/N. Try harder, baby."

You feel the hot tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, the guilt consuming your insides slowly, and the ache between your legs was getting worse every minute that passed by.

Your brain refused to focus on him, it refused to focus on the sensation between your legs—no matter how hard you tried. Straying away every minute and losing all the pleasure that has been building up in an instant. It was getting painful. Every time you feel your orgasm near, you immediately lose focus with a random thought, causing you to get unintentionally edged forever now. Your cunt was fluttering in pain, screaming for the sweet release that kept getting denied by your random thoughts.

Lethargy is getting the best of you. 

"P-please it hurts–!" You sob loudly. 

Law’s head snapped towards you, tired eyes were slightly wider. He removes his fingers, and licks them clean before crawling up to you. His hands cradling your face as he presses tender kisses all over your face. "I'm sorry,” Law mutters, his thumbs gently wiping away the streaks of tears as he inches to peck your lips. 

You peer at him through wet lashes. "No it's my fault, don't be sorry—" 

Law cuts you off with a thumb over your lips, he swipes it until he reaches the corners of your lips. "Shhh it's not your fault. It's okay, it happens." The corner of his lips curve into a small smile, assuring you that it's nothing to worry about. His index and thumb gently pinching your cheek softly. "Let's take a bath, you need to relax a little before going to bed. Okay?"

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Next day.

You sat on his bed, reading through a newspaper with Law laying on your chest. He suddenly moves away, staring down at your puzzled face. "Say...wanna try again?" 

You blink a few times, gnawing at your lip nervously. "What if it happens again..." 

Law smiles, leaning down to kiss your jaw.  His breath tickles the sensitive skin of your neck as he says, "then we keep trying."

He grabs your face, pressing a fervor kiss on your bruised lips. Inked fingers playing with the elastic band of your pants, he trails wet kisses down to your chest, biting your nipples through the fabric while keeping his eyes on you. He pulls down your pants along the underwear in a swift motion. Slender fingers caressing the skin of your inner thighs, his mouth press kisses all around your vulva before cupping over your sensitive nub and swirling his tongue over it. Your hips jerk against his face, thighs clamping around his head instinctively at the sensation. The wet muscle was gently stroking over your clit, flicking his tongue up and down as you writhe under him.

You feel the familiar burn in your lower belly as it tightens, but suddenly your mind begins straying into other places. Thinking of things that almost had the burn of your orgasm snatched from you.

Law notices the way your eyes were fixated on the ceiling and your thighs stopped shaking, his fingers dig into your plush and he pulls you harshly, snapping you back to reality.

"Focus."

Your cunt clenches on air at his deep voice, the sudden arch of your back pushed your groin further into his face. He grins against your cunt, deciding to add his middle finger along his ring finger into your sopping hole. You mewl as he curls them, finger pads rubbing against the spongy spot to stimulate you for the best sounds to ever spill from your mouth.

The erotic squelching and slurping sounds were echoing through the room. Your whimpers had his cock throbbing and aching for friction, so he grinds himself into the mattress at the same pace of his fingers—he tried his best to imagine how good it’ll feel when you’re on his cock.

Law notices you fighting to keep your eyes focused on something instead of letting them wander into a different reality along with your head. "Y/N focus on me,” he groans into you, involuntarily sending vibrations across your cunt. You immediately glance down at him, hips bucking as you take in the image of his face stuffed between your thighs. He looked so goddamn beautiful. Golden orbs glistening as they become slightly darker than usual, half lidded eyes foggy—hazy with desire. The desire to please you and make you cum all over his tongue. 

Law’s chiseled cheekbones were shimmering with your slick. 

Your eyes traversing his face, unable to steer your gaze away from him.

"I thi–I think I'm going–" you couldn’t finish your sentence, your hand reaches to his hair, and your fingers clench around the silky locks as you breathe in a heavy gasp—moaning as small tears glide down your pretty face. Law answers with a muffled moan, briskly flicking his tongue and dragging his digits between your throbbing walls. You spasm as you reach your peak, warmth engulfing your whole body as you tremble in blissful relief—your toes curling and your back arching tightly as he continues to kiss your pussy through your orgasm.

Law couldn't hold his proud grin, he wiped his face with the back of his hand. He lifts himself and inches towards you, his lips are bent into a smile and he mutters, "good job baby,” as he cradles your face and begins pressing kisses all over your face.

This is based on a dream I had a while ago.

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I’m just sayin’, Marco is probably the only one of these three I’d let anywhere near me with a scalpel.

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emo and goth solidarity

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how death + team friendship pick locks death is just like :

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Once upon a time…a long time ago… 🌾

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Broody (not)bat