#death reapers

[inkdropsandwhispers]

Haunted Dimensions… Day 6

Reading Time: 1 minute This one, was not from the earthly plain. This grim traveller, a death reaper that slipped dimensions from Xialria, had escaped his osmium restraints. Now it had set loose a firestorm. Intent to wipe existence of all that moved and breathed.Bluish hues, indication of the Xialrian’s presence— covered the muddied rows of shallow ditches and lime-washed tombstones, laid on…

[mildarka]

just posting my rarepair dont mind me~

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Nightwalkers by Ben J on ArtStation

[sanfangzhu]

Overtime

[idyllcy]

soul baby - grim reaper x reader (Spoiler Warning For Grim's Name)

Grim reapers don't have time to reproduce and fall in love. There's no time in the underworld for that. They claim a soul every couple of minutes, and they get some time to recover during the time that their souls are unbalanced.

Though, as much as he finds you to be infuriatingly flirtatious and messing with his head, you weren't wrong when you told him that you'd make a soul baby with him.

Maybe that's how you first got into his head.

And when sound of your skin and his echoes through your apartment, your nails clawing down his back desperately, Casper wonders for a moment, just a moment, if you were really just some mortal, or if death itself came up and decided that he was too lonely. He doesn't mind the way your nails draw blood on his back, and he leans in further, pressing your legs against your chest as he thrusts into you again.

"Ca—" You gasp. "Casper."

"Yes, sunshine?"

You moan as you feel him force himself further inside of you.

"'s too much."

"What happened to the flirty little thing in the chatroom?" He tilts his head teasingly, lips pulled into a smile. "You're so bold when there's a screen."

"Ah," Your back arches as your chest presses to his, lips quivering as you whimper.

"Speechless?" He speeds up, using his body weight to press you down. "Thought you wanted a soul baby. You want me to put one in you? Hm?"

You nod your head feverishly, eyes blowing wide as you cling onto his shoulders.

"Alright. Don't waste anything, sunshine."

You moan as he cums in you, legs shaking as you feel his warmth flood inside of you, and you gasp, eyes teary. You cling onto him while shaking, only relaxing when you feel him collapse on top of you, cock plugging you full and keeping his cum inside of you. You catch your breath as he nuzzles his nose into your jaw, pressing a gentle kiss there.

"Was I good?"

"You were great, casp."

[dr-graf]

[f1shart]

omg happy new year ^^ haha *disappears for an entire month without a word*

i'm sorryy i know i should've said something but i really needed a social media break... like if you look at my previous posts you can see me slowly get more depressed ☠️ but i'm getting therapy! and i caught the flu! that's pretty much all that's new sooo STRANGETOWN

it's not asher f1shart without a bonus... just some guys i drew while i was out NOT tagging everyone i'll die fr

[synne-ful]

Fixating hard af on another pretty fictional baby girl 😮‍💨😮‍💨☀️💕💕

[leafpaiii]

I’ve posted it at other platforms before! But just for the purposes of of it being here, have a Grim Reaper.

[mildarka]

Big fan of immortals finding joy in very mortal things... like mcdonalds

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Death by Rizki Arga

[ghoulitellle]

If I had a nickel for everytime I fell in love with a silly white haired boy with a vampire-aesthetic going on I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but its happened twice.

ANYWAY GO PLAY A DATE WITH DEATH I WAS GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET THE WHOLE TIME

[sanfangzhu]

Reasons for taking a day off

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[pratchettquotes]

That evening the men were practicing archery on the green. Bill Door had carefully ensured a local reputation as the worst bowman in the entire history of toxophily; it had never occurred to anyone that putting arrows through the hats of bystanders behind him must logically take a lot more skill than merely sending them through a quite large target a mere fifty yards away.

It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things, provided you were bad enough to be funny.

Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man