#muerte x reader

[gabyscafe]

❀Muerte[PIBTLW] x Depressed! Reader❀

〖I decided to turn my strong feelings into something instead of letting them eat me from inside... 〗

❥It's a Reader x Death, from "Puss in boots: the last wish".

❥The reader will be a female.

❥You can imagine being a (medium size) animal if you want!

❥TW! (Please stop reading if you feel uncomfortable. I'm serious.)

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It was a strange day... A strange feeling was surrounding the area where, Y/n was sitting on her roof while she watches the stars. What was going through her head? Nothing. She was literally empty.

The wind caresses her face, as she rest her chin on her knee. The roof wasn't too high, it could break a leg for sure, but nothing more... Of course, not considering literally everything in life is mortal.

Y/n's eyes darted away as her memories started to slowly pass by her pupils...

The small business she was running just caught on fire by "unknown reasons", but anyone with a small brain could tell it was the enemy business on the other street, but because of the amount of money they had, "no one could really tell whom did it". Y/n used all her salvations to build that small place, it took months- no, years.

Every single detail was lovely though, she could remember how she smile when she first brought the paint to cover those walls. The feeling of finally reaching that dream you worked so hard to made it real.

But it was okay, right? After all she was with nothing on the beginning too, it's just start over... But, oops now that girl had bills to pay too, after all her dream was costy.

Y/n could hear voices from her friends on her head, like if they were on that roof with her.

"Go put their place on fire too!"

"Hey chin up, you still got us, right?"

"You're not that weak, girl, you just need a good piece of chocolate pudding!"

It was such a good memory... If they were here. If wasn't that discussion right after one of friend death. Maybe if she didn't talked about that, maybe if they just went to the funeral in silence... Maybe Y/n wouldn't be alone now.

That pressure, that guilt, that darkness slowly squeezing her throat until without even noticing... She wasn't breathing.

"Hey." Suddenly Y/n hears a voice, making her snap out of her empty memories, she look in front of her and there was... An gray wolf with two blades attached on his hips and a black coat on top of his shoulders. "Do you want to kill yourself...?" He asked with a strong and somehow gentle voice.

And the question seems unreal... After all, it wasn't a "good morning" or "how are you?". Y/n just keep staring at his eyes like they were two of the most beautiful rubies on the earth.

The creature kneel down, now eye-to-eye with a soft gaze. It wasn't threatening, neither scary. He just stands there with a hand resting on his knee and the other hanging on his side. "I don't want you to do this..." He says "corderita..."

Y/n's eyes just stares at him with emptiness and tiredness. "Why...? You're death, aren't you? Why you, of all of the creatures, don't want me to die...?"

The silence was installed and the wind became present again, the sound of the leafs and small bells at distance.

The wolf just sigh closing his eyes breathly. "No es por que... I have to do my work, that I like it..." His eyes met hers again "you still have a great life ahead you... Corderita..." His eyes were sincere and his voice was gentle as the rain.

With tears on her eyes, Y/n whisper with a creaking voice "How do you know...?"

The wolf smiles softly, "por que..." He stands up and look up at the sky "From great falls there's always a great comeback... And now you can choose, between stay on the bottom of the sea and never swim up..." His eyes met hers again "you can start swimming again..."

Death sat by her side with a small sigh of relief and follow her gaze through the stars "Listen niña... Life is like a coin in the air, sometimes we got the goods, sometimes we got the bads. And sometimes we aren't even expecting the bad" He chuckle "mas... You shouldn't end your life because of something that already happened... Bad things happen! So what?" He says in a lighter tone as he keeps that comfortable smiling. "I think you mortals forget that the future isn't right, and it's only up to you take the next step... And this..." The wolf points to her chest "... Is the most important thing on your life... Tú."

Y/n felt something different on her chest, that was right, she was passing through a storm, but that doesn't mean she couldn't pass through it.

The wolf just smile and get up "Bien, I have to go now corderita... So, be angry, be sad, be scared, be all of this together for a little while... But don't forget to swim up later, 'kay? Because the future..." He chuckles "es un misterio..."

And with the wind that strange figure disappear. Y/n look at the stars again with a look more... Gentle... After that she take a deep breath before burring her head on her arms and knees.

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(Sorry guys I'm too tired to put the translation o(╥﹏╥))

[lorsdelapluie]

The scene takes place in the world of Puss in Boots 2, in Far far away. The reader in all my one shots concerning this world is the incarnation of bad luck, they are literally just trying to go through life and enjoy however they can.

IT IS HERE THE NSFW CHAPTER LADIES AND GENTS. EAT THIS UP. Im sorry it took so long but I hope it's gonna be worth it :' D

Note: "Chiqui" is spanish pet name that means "Little one".

Part 2- Mi Pareja.

Death was a jealous entity, you got to learn this the hard way. After your first encounter, which occured now several months ago, the wolf would oftenly visit to check on you. Pretending to check if the Lloronas weren't still mad at him for stepping in their ritual and therefore would take their revenge on you. Of course, you didnt buy any of this, you were pretty sure that Las famosas Lloronas didn't hold grudges against you and they probably forgot about that accident. As they were deeply focused on the man they were hunting and not you, you just happened to be in the way. And how would any creature in Far far away dare to hold grudge against Death itself.

Right now, you were stuck in a pool of mud, your high boots now uneapperant as you had your feet deep in this. You couldn't move, and by some strike of luck, a group of men were trying to help you. Tying a rope around you waist as they were trying to pull you away. You perceived every word with crips clarity as they gave you instructions to help you get out of this mess. Hearing every scruff and octave in the men's voice, something which reassured you in some way, making you think of the voice of your protector for the past few months. You felt the rope dip under the back of your belt, scratching your skin. That hurt. But as the pression on the rope grew, the pulls too, you soon could pull out your leg of the mess. You were walking right through this shit, and soon as you came closer to the shore, a hand extended to you.

Your eyes roses, encountering the face of the guy in front of you. He had pale blue eyes, strong face features and pretty brushed golden hair. His outfit, his face and his gentle way of brigging you back on the land with soft smile, even though you cleraly looked like a mess, made you wonder if you were not in front of a prince. What prince, this you could not know. Why ? Cause there was not only one prince in Far far away. Many of them were wealthy, which was the case of the one in front of you, you assumed.

"Who are you ?" you murmured out of curiosity. You turned around, looking at the lake of mud that you just left then your eyes met those pale blue eyes that were looking at you with concern. "Oh, sorry, I completely forgot about the part where i need to be civilized. So, thank you !"

"Vania. Prince Vania. And you are ?" So he was a prince indeed. He slowly grabbed your arm pulling you on the earth, further away from the lake as he looked at the rest of the men that looked like they belonged under his orders. He was ordering them to get you something to clean your... destroyed boots. "And please dont mention it, it's normal to help anyone in distress right ?"

You nodded, forgetting totally to answer the first question. You didn't see the need in doing so. Why would a prince need to know the name of someone who was selling flowers to get by life. Right ? But his gaze never shifted, one brow arching as to ask you to, silently, once again.

"Y/N... I'm sorry sir, I have nothing to offer you, I'm a simple florist... I can't see what any of my possession could bring to your Majesty."

"Fear not my dear. I do not seek for gifts. A smile on this soft face of yours, is already plenty enough to re-pay me." Did all prince talked that way ? What a weirdo you thought. Did he really expect you to swoon like the princesses or other women might do. You let out an awkward chuckle as you slowly slide your arm away for the grasp of Vania.

Deep down, you could sense that the discussion going on right now wasn't right, it was weird. The prince in front of you didn't do anything wrong, no. And here he was kneeling in front of you as he took care of your shoes once a towel was handed to him. Did he thought of you as another potential concubine ? Please, God no. And as soon as you were about to tell him that he needed not clean your shoes that you were much capable of doing so yourself, you could hear a whistle.

No one seemed to notice it, except you. This whistle... You knew where it came from. From a place that wasn't bathing in the sunlight, coming from the muzzle of that dear.. dear wolf. You turned around, searching for him.

As the sunny day turned into piercing winds and low temperatures, like those early dusk and unforgiving pitch-black nights. Was it already that late ? You were standing, facing towards the lake of mud, your eyes searching desperatly for the silhouette of the wolf that you knew was there. You shivered and wrapped your shawl tighter around your shoulders. You needed to go back home, if he manifested his presence to you, he wasn't pleased. You turned around to look at your savior.

"I need to go back home. Thank you once again." You didn't wait for an answer as your legs decided it was time for you to go. And you ran, you needed to go back home. You knew you weren't gonna be safe there, but something inside your mind just yelled at you to go there. For what ? Find an angry wolf ? Why would he be angry for anyway ? Where was he hiding, you could feel his piercing eyes on your back, burnin two holes that didn't help you feel at ease at all. He didn't say a single word, just a simple whistle. This whistle that have heard him do with so many of death's victim. You could picture the glint in his eyes that you knew so well, going from annoyed, to neutral, to hot. This was not good for you in any way. As your mind wandered, you were running, running for your home. When you could see the field of colorful flowers appearing behind the hill, you sighed of relief, your small home resting next to the prettiest lake that might exist. You took the stairs that were leading to your nest. And once you were inside, door closed behind your back... You sighed as you let yourself slid down against the wood. You looked at your boots, taking it off rapidly to throw it to the side. Stupid muddy lake.

But as soon as you stood up, you could sense a freshness settling inside your home. A shiver ran down your spine, feeling your heart rate increase whenever you knew he was inside your home. Inside your safe walls.

"Made a friend back there Chiqui ?" and there he was, his low and raspy voice coming out of the only dark corner of the room. Could he possibly travel thanks to the shadows. You could ask him that someday. But that someday was surely not today, with how the situation was turning. Embarassment settled in your chest, why were you blaming yourself when you did nothing wrong. He just helped you.

"He just helped me... I would hardly call that befriending someone." This must have been a wrong answer considering the low growl that came out of his muzzle. To his own eyes, Death was rarely wrong, moreover was never wrong when he was angry. Which he painfully looked right now?

"Are you implying that I imagined what I saw? That kid on his knees in front of you? With his hand around your arm?" As these words came out of his snout, the wolf’s paws left the shadow in which they comforted. He approached. Dangerously. His lips retracting and that growl coming from the bottom of his throat was a clear indication of his annoyance. "His eyes scanned through you when you were facing backwards, looking for me. I shouldn’t have whistled. I should have come out of the shadows and taken the head of this cheap prince."

Fuck. You made the wrong decision, didn’t you? This is exactly what to do if you want to get murdered. Don’t scream. Don’t get angry. Let him ramble. You looked down, you knew better than look at him right in the eyes when he was angry. It scared you.. Not a lot but a little, probably a natural instinct to fear what was created to end one's life.

Fuck. Miercoles...

But Death wouldn't take you right ? Not because of some misunderstanding. He cared about you. But that behavior awfully looked like a...

Territorial behavior.

It’s just two words, but the implications behind it make your lungs constrict and your heart race. Other adjectives spring up around it, bringing a wave of excitement with them.

Territorial. Possessive. Jealous. You were probably just thinking it right now. Sure Death has been following you around like a shadow those past few weeks. You were awfully suspiscious about that behavior. You even joked about it, but now.. Now he seemed more agressive than usual. And you would be damned but it did aroused you. Well.. Still does.

"Chiqui ?"

He called out, and as you rose your eyes from the floor, the wolf was now in front of you. Did he call for you prior to that ? Wait, he was really close. His eyes were looking right throught you, those white pupils locking into yours. There he was, doing it again.. Reading right through you. And right now ? You were pathetic. Patetically blushing head over heels as you realised your arousal over the wolf in front of you and his display of possessivity.

His muzzle opened, but no voice came out of it. You raise your eyes to look at the wolf ashamed of the feelings curling up inside you right in the moment. And you could have sworn, you saw his eyes darken for a moment. And before you could say anything to defend or ask what was he on about.

"Me vas a volver loco." he breathed in a strained voice as if he was holding himself back. Holding himself from launching onto you.

You will drive me mad, that's what he said. And you murmured back, in that splendid language that was spanish, that he already did that to you. Hearing you speak in your native language always made him stop for a moment. His chest halting as if Death was catching its breath.

“How much do you like this shirt?” he asks, voice lower and more gruff than he probably intended.

“Not much.”

And just like that it shreds with a quick jerk of his claws, and the pieces land somewhere near the corner of the room as he tosses them aside with a careless flick. Some yelp left your mouth, and yet as you should feel afraid.. Embarassed to be half bare in front of him, you didn't try to hide away. You swore that as he looked at you, you saw his throat boped.

You shake your head and laugh softly, trying to ease the tension that was building inside of you as you got shyer and shyer because of his gaze on your body “I feel like some kind of sacrifice in front you like this.”

His blood races, and his muzzle that was above you a few moments ago fell into your neck as his tongue licked that sweet skin of yours. You gasped, but dont try to lean away from the wanted touch. Feeling the teeth brushing on each other side of your throat, when his hands were now roaming over your body hurrying themselves to get you off those layers.

“A worthy offering,” he says, unwrapping that tissu belt and your pants as if you were his most precious treasure. “Any entity would be pleased with such a gift.”

You come to him willingly, eagerly, running your hands over the back of the wolf, nuzzling your fingers inside the white furr. Pressed against his body, the warmth of your body warming up his cold one, as his mouth left your throat to nibble on your ear.

“What about...Hm. A terrible, fearsome monster? Would I make a worthy sacrifice for him, too?”

“That depends on whether you were a willing tribute.” he answered as he stopped himself from nibbling the rest of your body.

“And if I was?”

“If you were, Chiqui…” he says, as his hands slides now on your bear cheeks to carry you towards what was your bed. “Then I would have no choice but to worship you.”

The words are low and rumbling, spoken into the soft skin of your inner thigh as he inches closer and closer to your inner thighs. You gasps again and shifts for him, opens for him, trembling with anticipation. Never you would have thought to see The so feared wolf between your thighs, ready to devour you. And with the first swipe of his tongue over your warm, swollen flesh, you cry out and arches against his hold.

The sight of you struggling to keep your voice to yourself, and those thighs closed is more erotic than anything he ever could have imagined. Wrapped around you soft, plush body, squeezing you tight, keeping you still when you buck and writh with pleasure, it draws on that same dark instinct howling up from the bottom of his soul.

A word keeps repeating in his head, like a mantra as his muzzle devour you, making a wet mess of yourself.

Claim you.

But he was settling for devouring you instead, savoring the offering you bring to him so sweetly.

The taste of you only stokes those instincts higher, stronger, closer to the brink of blissful oblivion. Something he never dared to imagine as he was...Death himself. And you were nothing but a beautiful alive being. Your thighs bracket the sides of his head, pushing against his soft furr and he grunts in approval, tightening his grip on you and sinking his fingertips into the curve of your ass.

You were both lost in the moment, him not caring for the claws of his back paws clawing at the floor and leaving marks in the wood. And you not caring enough to keep your voice down as you were riding, the soft sensation of his tongue and teeth literally eating you out.

Knock knock.

That caught you off-guard. You both stopped, looking at each others. The ears of the white wolf perking at the top of his head. Before you could see a frown appear on his face, a growl pushing its way behind his teeth. Unhappy. Who was-

"Darling are you okay ?"

Wait.. That voice. You were pretty sure you recognize it. It was the prince from earlier. Did he follow you here ? Did hear you ? Wait. Darling ? That nickname was revolting. The face of the wolf raising from between your thighs, as his tongue passes upon his upper lip, a growl settling in the back of his throat. Not a desiring growl, but a threatening one. That was not good, your legs grabbed him in place, crossing behind his neck. Blocking him.

"Chi-"

"I'm quite busy at the moment ! Could you please go away." you ask in a strangled voice as you were slowly coming down from your high state. You didn't really catch what he answered you cause the next moment Death's tongue was back on you. It doesn’t take long until your body is taut and straining again, cries wishing to grow louder and more insistent. Mostly when the wolf between your thighs pushes against that sweet sweet spot. And yet you could hear that SO annoying voice coming from behind the door.

"Desaparece cabron !" You yelled, ash he stroked and eased you through every spasm of your climax, keeping you firmly held on the bed as you were doing for him, coming apart against his tongue.

Stars. You were seeing stars, literally. A laugh rumbling between your thighs, as you looked down at Death sliding his thumb to collect the rest of you on his lip. When you were finally settling down, your thighs were freeing the man you had in a choke hold.

"If I only knew you could curse like that."

"Is he gone..?" You breath out.

"Por favor, don't mention him ever again. He is far. Now it's my time. And I need to know, one important thing."

You looked at him frowning, wondering what could he possibly ask in that moment. You pray, please no more question about if they were friends or not..

“How much of me do you want, Chiqui?”

How much ? You asked yourself that question a while back. You were looking at Death's back as he was walking in front of you in some dark forest, two months ago. The spores of some mushrooms in the environment making your imagination run wild. You wondered if he knew already back then.. You pictured him above you, licking his teeth like he often does when he is about to eat up a meal you prepared. Hungry or impatient... You couldn't say. And you would look down at his inner thigh, cheeks growing hot. Would you like that ?

The answer doesn't come right away, Death wondering if you were unsure. But his eyes wandered, looking at your still moving hips, chasing the pleasure he was more than willing to give you. When he pressed his teeth into you skin in a small reminder, though, you gaze up so lustfully up at him.

And fuck, were you beautiful, once again you could see his chest raise. Your eyes glazed with pleasure, lips parted on a gasp, cheeks flushed.

“All of you,” you whisper. “I want all of you, Death.”

His answering groan echoes in the room. Leaving you breathless, you could almost taste the anticipation and the craving in the air.

“Are you sure?”

Soflty, your hands run through the puff of his cheeks. Your fingers ruffling the white hair. And your look gave the answer, you were looking at him like he ever wanted you to look at him since he first laid his preying eyes on you.

Maybe it’s what he always needed. Someone to be patient with him. Someone to be dedicated to him.

He has now a hand on each of your thighs, holding you open, as he raised from the floor, towering you down, one knee resting now on the bed.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” You breathe. “Yes, I trust you.”

One hand leaves your thigh, catching your chin between his fingers, tipping your head forward. “Look down, Y/N. See what you do to me.”

Between your legs, you could see his cock, hard and pulsing against your damp thigh (wait when did he get rid of his pants), you could feel the red rushing to your cheeks. That was...big. And it didn't look like any human male sex you had ever seen.

Not like you intentionally seen lots of them.

A laugh echoes in the room, while the wolf deciphers the expression you display. His face regaining its previous poise, his mouth opening and laying his fangs around your throat. Slowly, the fingers that had explored your entrance find their place again to continue this work of relaxation. He and you both knew that if you weren’t relaxed enough, this whole thing could be a lot more painful than either of you wanted. You push your head back, resting on the matress within a soft moan.

“That’s it,” The wolf grates out when you bear down and shift open to take him deeper. “Just like that, Chiqui.”

You could feel his voice rumble against your throat as he slides his tongue against you skin once again. Pressing his jaw around you, catching your breath. Enough pressure to cut your breath when you took too deep breaths. As warmth floods through you with his graveled praise. Warmth and trust and painfully sweet tenderness that only ratchets up every other sensation.

The feeling of Death’s fingers breaching you, filling you, diving deep and branding you from the inside out, is like absolutely nothing You’ve ever felt before. Pulsing and alive?, twisting and shifting and fitting itself to the shape of you. And you could feel him grind against your thigh, trying to releave some of that build up tension in between his legs.

“So mesmerizing. Do you think you can take some more?”

He asked as he pulled his teeth away, locking his gaze into yours. You nod, but he brings his free hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up toward him.

“Let me hear your words.”

“Yes! I want more. Por favor.”

“Ask, and it’s yours,” he rasps, and pushes in another finger that makes you gasp.

Your thighs shake from the impossible, building waves of pleasure and the Wolf tightens his hold on you, spreading you even wider as his three rather larger fingers dives deep and retreats.

His knotted cock bumps up against your inner thigh, and a small pulse of uncertainty moves through you. You had no idea how you were going to take all that. Long, thick, and already weeping from the tip, your core tightens just looking at it.

Death seems to read your hesitation as if you were an open book in front of him, because he leans in to whisper low and dark into your ear.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me, Chiqui.”

Inside of you, the fingers he’s impaled you on shifts and twists, growing thicker somehow as he spreads them. The stretch of it boarders on too much, making you squirm and moan and press back against him, but you are not about to ask him to stop. When you tangle your hands into his furr and pull his head forward to claim his mouth, he growls and presses even deeper, fitting himself against the spot he drove you wild with just a few minutes ago.

There, right there, hitting that sensitive spot inside and ripping another scream from you as you climax crests and breaks. He works you through every spasm, drawing the pleasure out until you are half-certain you are going to pass out from it.

"Death-"

Your words cut off at his sharp growl and his tongue crashes past your lips. He’s ravenous as he strokes his tongue deep, hand on your throat, keeping you pinned in place. And when he notches his cock against your entrance, the clawing need to have him inside steals your breath.

Death breaks the kiss and looks down. Expression hungry, an animalistic growl, he watches himself nudge against you once, twice, before sliding the blunted tip inside.

Just that—just the smallest part of him—is already enough to make you feel stretched and full. His shuddering breath breaks against your shoulder as he drives his hips forward another inch, then another, until you are meeting him thrust for gentle thrust, groaning at the impossible feel of him sliding deeper.

“Dios,” he says. “Déjame tomarme mi tiempo contigo. Me estás absorbiendo.”

You hear him, but with each inch gained you are getting more impatient. Letting out a small moan of protest, you shift your hips, straining to take more of him, and his answering growl rumbles all the way through you.

“Greedy. So greedy, my Y/N. Shall I be merciful and give you what you want?”

“Please,” You gasp. "Por favor, deja-"

You don’t get to finish begging.

With a powerful upward thrust, he fills you up entirely and wrenches a ragged scream from the back of your throat. He’s there, bottomed out, sunk to the hilt in you. You are stretched so full that for a few long moments all you can do is drop your head back against the bed and close your eyes, trying to adjust to the feel of him.

“Bellissima,” he murmurs, rolling his hips in a way that makes another moan rasp from your throat. “Look at you taking me so well, my mate.”

Mate. You knew that was a language used between wolves. Inside a pack... A mate is a partner. A partner for life. You knew thanks to that , that Death is mindless at this point, too far gone into the magic being woven between the two of you to think about what he’s saying.

When you look down and see yourself stretched around him, feel the insistent pulse of him inside of you and the light press of his teeth against your neck, searching a way for the back of it, there’s no part of you that shies away from that word.

My mate.

It’s not enough, not nearly enough. Reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck for leverage, you grind into his thrusts and move restlessly against him, begging for more. More pleasure. More touch. More of the wild, incredible feel of him.

You must moan at least some of it out loud, because he growls low in his throat. “You need more from me, Chiqui?”

“Yes! Please.”

When he pulls out of you, you cry out sharply in protest. It’s only a couple of seconds, though, before he’s got you turned around and pushed up against the cotton of the sheets,his teeth finds the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your body, his hand pressing you into the bed, as he slams back into you.

It’s more intense than before, heavier, deeper. You don't know if that was the bite at the back of your neck that was driving you to madness, or the feeling of his knot pushing inside you. Stretching you to the maximum, making you scream his name. It was burning you up from the inside out until it breaks with a ferocity that blanks your vision out for a few long, ecstatic moments.

He comes just after you do, driving deep and exploding in you, locked by his knot, with a wash of heat that makes your belly flutter and your body go lax under his.

You obviously had a hard time coming down from that feeling you just had. But so did he. The erastic breathing that you could feel against your neck as the fangs did not let go, brought you little by little back to the world of the living. Soon you could hear the movement whipping the air from the wolf’s tail. Then the bed began to crack. Death let go of your neck, the moment the creak reach his ears, he was leaning to hard on the bed, and was about to break it.

Slowly, you could feel his weight lifting up from you, and his tongue running on the mark and the droplets of blood he left behind. A soft sigh left your lips as you could feel the knot of the male above you softening and he could finally pull out.

And as slowly, he reaches down to take your numb body against him, his nose nuzzling against your jaw just under your ear his a soft hum.

"You smell like me."

A small laugh escpaed your lips. You surely didn't expect that to come out first. You were relaxed in his arms, completely sated, andhe couldn't help but internally purr in pleasure to see you so undone. And a smile even peeked out at the sound of your laugh.

His mate. Satisfied. Happy. Utterly fucked-out and his.

"You reeked of the kid earlier. I thought I was going to lose my mind." he growled against your ear, flattening his ears back at the thought surely bothering him again.

"Feels like you did."

Despite your laugh, the wolf growls at the mockery. "It is not a mistake, Chiqui. You are mine. And now... Everybody will know that Death itself maked you."

Oh... And here you go blushing again, and it was his turn to laugh.

[eye-of-iberia]

[SFW] The Sounds of Your Heart // Death x Reader

long time no see! back with some more gn!reader x death/muerte. this one is a bit more heavy than the last two, so discretion advised.

scenario: although the injuries you had recently received were relatively minor, death can't help himself but worry over your recklessness.

☙ Death/Lobo With Injured GN!Reader ❧

By the time he finds you, he is not pleased by your situation.

Your injuries were minor, at best. A few cuts and bruises here and there, but nothing too major worth worrying about...

...or, at least, so you thought.

Comfortability is key. He's already devoted his heart to you, so ensuring your well-being is currently his biggest concern.

Constantly hovering over you. He is more than ready to attend to your every need, so long as you just say the word.

He prefers to carry you on his back, anything to feel your warmth against him. If needs be, he isn't opposed to carrying you bridal-style. He just sees you as too fragile to carry on his shoulder.

More than willing to scold you if he feels you're pushing yourself too hard. Your recovery is important to him, after all.

The wolf had you nestled comfortably in his lap - his tail curled around your waist as his head rested atop your own. He had you faced towards his chest, letting you rest your head against his body as you listened quietly to the soft thumping of his heartbeat.

Or, at least, what you'd assume would be the heartbeat of an immortal wolf like himself, anyway. You were never able to tell.

"I'll be fine, I promise," you try to tell him. His ears flicked up at the sound of your voice, but he makes no effort to respond, content to just hold you in his embrace for as long as he can.

Even after you'd insist that you weren't hurt, he had little reason to believe you—not without reason, anyway. Your recklessness had caused you a myriad of issues in the past, much to his chagrin, to the point he'd lecture you about valuing your own safety more than once.

"Yo solo no quiero perderte," Muerte responded without a second thought, paws stroking gently through your hair. "Eso es todo."

As he uttered those words, you finally understood where his concerns were coming from. It wasn't that he just saw you as fragile, but rather, he saw you as mortal. Someone who would, one day, inevitably leave his side to join the great beyond. And the thought of losing you sooner rather than later was one he hadn't anticipated.

You had nothing to say to that, as there was not much you could come up with anyway. Rather, you rest your face against his chest, choosing to let sleep overcome you instead.

The moon is shining brightly tonight, just as always.

It's nice to see how he cares for you, even in his own special way.

[cantstoptheimagines]

Nueva (Muerte | Puss in Boots: The Last Wish)

Series Masterlist

Summary — How she became life and he became death.

Requested by @odditycircus-2002 — Speaking of your Curador fic, may I please request hcs of how Vida and Muerte met and bonded as soulmates in your AU?

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Mentions and light descriptions of death; sort of hurt/comfort; lost memories; new companionship.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 565. ➳ The Reader in this series uses a filler name (Vida, she/her), is represented by a spotted deer, and is the physical manifestation of Life. Meanwhile, Death will be referred to as ‘Muerte’.

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Your life began with your death.

Your soul was forfeit upon your father’s brutal killing of a sacred deer. And, rather than repenting for his wrongdoings, he offered you up for sacrifice.

A vague memory of a village leader’s hands tight around your throat while another chanted apologies to the heavens often went through your mind. As did the last earthly connection to your father, who held your sobbing mother in his arms, was his gaze burning into you.

And then, void.

Red eyes. Two sharp blades. A midnight cloak.

Muerte’s tall figure was what greeted you in the afterlife, a place in which you could wander the world unseen by those still living.

His large paw reached out and, from that moment forward, you were his.

“Bienvenida a la eternidad.”

Being the embodiment of life itself was difficult for the first few hundred years, but Muerte was always there for guidance. After a while, however, most of your memories began to fade away, which both frightened and relieved you at the same time.

In your grasp was a bluebell, its stem tightly strung around you. Its petals gently swayed in the breeze. You sat alone on a cliffside that allowed you to overlook a distant town that nestled deep within a valley.

Your eyes trailed over the bluebell, examining it in deep thought. It seemed like it had been hours since Muerte left you there at sunset. Just as the stars began to shine in the dark night, footsteps cut through the dirt, signaling someone slowly climbing up the grassy hillside.

You felt the heavy black cloak you had come to know so well drape carefully over your shoulders. Next to you, Muerte placed his paws on his hips, letting out a deep sigh, “The flower?”

“I feel like someone liked to give me these once,” you muttered.

He hummed, “Tell me.”

You frowned, still looking at the flower for answers, “I can’t.”

Muerte’s eyes softened. He barely offered you a glance out of fear that you would notice his new vulnerability, “It is hard when everything begins to disappear. Immorality provides, but it must also take. It will get easier.”

You nodded. Slowly, you eased the flower to the ground, a violet glow sparkling from your touch. The soil shifted and the bluebell sprouted new roots within seconds, reattaching itself to the dirt, eager to continue with its life.

Your capabilities were still blossoming, but they were growing stronger by the day, “What do you remember?”

Despite continuing to gaze at the town’s distant lights, you could sense how tense Muerte suddenly became. You drew his cloak tighter around you, further shielding yourself from the cool nighttime air.

“A girl,” he whispered, his thoughts seemingly beginning to drift away, “in a red cape.”

“Is she the one who—?”

“No, she wasn’t my end. Not directly,” he shook his head. “I think I was... blamed.”

“Blamed?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“For her death,” he said. “It was someone else who hurt her. He was a woodsman, I remember that. But for some reason, they thought it was me. And so, I was the one who faced punishment.”

“And your name?” you whispered. “I don’t remember mine anymore.”

He shook his head again, “We are the same, you and I. No name, no home, no definitive history. Sólo esta nueva existencia.”

“Only this,” you echoed.

Spanish Translations, In Order of Appearance: ➳ Nueva — Meaning “new”. ➳ Muerte — Meaning “death”. ➳ Vida — Meaning “life”.

➳ “Bienvenida a la eternidad…” — “Welcome to eternity…” ➳ “Sólo esta nueva existencia.” — “Only this new existence.”

[mcmuerteflurry]

Someone should make a story Death x Y/n angst where death loses the reader in a battle field and death become delusional that they’re still alive.

[yandere-toons]

I know this is a little early but can you do a Book of Life headcanon for Dia De Los Muertos? It can be La Muerte and Zebulba or Maria, Manolo, and Joaquin. (I love your writing so much!)

Yandere La Muerte & Xibalba (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: Death, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. – ¡Feliz Día de los Muertos!

While the candle of her chosen mortal is aflame with life, La Muerte dons it proudly in a prime spot among her dress or hat, close enough to where she can always feel its heat and wince at the exact moment it goes cold. If so exists even a whiff of foul play, it is her husband Xibalba who punishes the living with a sudden uptick in fatal snakebites.

Hot boils the resentment of Xibalba, who never so wished to eradicate the Law-Maker as he does watching his own helpless reflection in the window of a home where his favourite mortal lay despairing. Decades of deceit and contrivances just to share a few words, forced by ancient law to conceal his true name and nature, have worn his patience to a thread. At the same time, Xibalba is inclined to thank this purveyor of death in person, to offer a taste of what the latest victim endured and send the slain soul to rot, as he did, in the Land of the Forgotten.

La Muerte, for all her power in death, can in life offer only words of encouragement from the mouth of a kind stranger. She often observes their day from the secrecy of terraces and distant roofs, watching to ensure their happiness and step in with bits of wisdom should they seem lost. She refrains from direct intervention until the day they wander inside her castle, at which point she cannot help wondering how much longer it may have taken to meet them this way had they lived the life they wanted. Such rumination is channelled into action as La Muerte focuses on bringing them more comfort with their new arrangement than ever they found with the living, seeing it as a way to make up for all the strife she was forbidden from preventing.

La Muerte is happy to join their visitation for Día de los Muertos, believing it will help them grow more accustomed to her and accept her as someone deserving of a higher role in their existence. Xibalba gripes the whole time while wondering where he went wrong to make them so opposed to his presence that they would choose the company of mortals over a night spent drinking and feasting with him and his wife, even questioning whether La Muerte is behind all of this to punish him for some ancient crime.

Xibalba muses that, for a bond so strong as this, he could use his deathly touch to kill their relatives all at once, feigning the promise of a reunion — while keeping to himself that such a deed would only eliminate the last of their tethers to the living and thus send them straight to his realm in perpetuity. Xibalba has one finger outstretched to do just that when La Muerte slaps it down and swears she will never forget this should he go through with it.

Xibalba wilts at her wrath but soon grows restless with spite and decides a more clandestine approach will net him his petty vengeance. If simply snatching away a few lives is too vulgar, then perhaps he can make a wager of it. La Muerte, her inner child intrigued, listens as he spins the age-old tale of a fair trade: if their spouse in life leaves town; if the kids down the street go on to marry one another — Xibalba will claim hosting rights, and if not, he will stop cursing their mortal attachments.

Neither are too moved by sympathy plays, having heard every plea imaginable from souls desperate to live and reunite with those up above. A bet, however, draws from both gods the memory of a younger time, a splash of excitement in an otherwise predictable system.

La Muerte's conditions are more palliative: not protesting when she requests a day spent with her, not trying to breach the living-dead barrier before its time. When others or perhaps even the soul themselves begin to question these once-thought agape embraces and invitations to dine, the goddess admits to a more personal interest. She has walked beside them for much of their life and feels they were cheated by it, seeing the bad side of the world too much and the good side too little, and so has taken it upon herself to show them what could have been.

Xibalba's conditions revolve around staying with him for longer periods, say a millennium instead of a century, or granting him explicit permission to kill some mortal companion of theirs who stokes his envy. Such a blessing is by no means necessary to carrying out the hit; rather, it serves as a colossal show of deference as well as a convenient method of claiming the person's blood is now on their hands.

La Muerte can generally be relied upon to act as a restraining influence on Xibalba, keeping him from wiping out whole droves of mortals in a fit of cruelty; however, even she will leave them to their fate if the terms are clear and both parties have agreed, for a wager with a god is all-binding. By refusing to fulfil one's end of it, the winning side is bound no longer to the stipulations set forth in the agreement and may exact any price as recompense.

Only one path to victory remains: accuse Xibalba of rigging the bet, which La Muerte will be inclined to believe given his history, assuming a trip to lodge this complaint with her is even feasible. Xibalba may suspect this intent to oust him and cancel the next dinner date in haste, professing to La Muerte that he and his new roommate are getting along splendidly.

La Muerte laments their absence and voices her desire to see them again, to which Xibalba pleads that she has hosted them long enough and to give him a chance. Despite a winding series of lies and broken promises to consider, La Muerte is committed to forgiveness and thus gives her word that she will not try to ferry them back to her land, at least until the next bet is up.

Xibalba's lonely heart is all too eager to drag them down into the Land of the Forgotten, where souls hardly move or speak, having lost all sense of self. Immortals and mortals alike who spend any significant amount of time in this realm incur some degree of degeneration and start to lose touch with what made them human, a process Xibalba endlessly chatters about to fill an otherwise eternal silence.

La Muerte, once content with this tenuous sort of balance, finds the scales tipping when they express a disinterest in reconnecting with the living world. Chaos erupts as La Muerte challenges Xibalba to return their soul, convinced he is poisoning their heart with his own bitterness for humanity. Xibalba deflects at every opportunity, suggesting that he merely speaks a harsh truth and offers an escape from the drudgery of mortal life.

A deep frustration ignites within La Muerte, less now at the dark turn of her husband, which she has begrudgingly come to accept, and more at the threat of losing her chosen soul to exactly the kind of existence she strove so hard to separate from them. Even though the march of time will one day condemn the soul to what comes after, La Muerte sought to enrich their short journey and give them the taste of true happiness they could never afford.

While she has walked this path with many and knows the weight of her title demands she overcome her grief, cursed objects of half-formed immortality and interjections of the soul's name into increasingly unrelated projects and movements are the desperate final scratches of Xibalba. A god who chases off the inevitable, Xibalba scrambles to build this entire false history in those last few years, only to watch it crumble when his actions force La Muerte to banish him for upsetting the natural order.

[crystalofmoon19]

La Muerte x Human! Reader - Headcannons (The Book Of Life x Reader) 💀🌹🏵

(Note: La Muerte has separated from Xibalba.)

♡ La Muerte has had several lovers in her young eternity, even before marrying Xibalba, she loves humanity and believes in it. So it is not surprising that she visits the Land of the Living taking a human form.

♡ That was when she met you, you managed to capture her attention by being a kind-hearted person, La Muerte has always had preferences for people with noble hearts or those who seek redemption, and you fulfilled those characteristics.

♡ Even so, La Muerte is a very difficult woman to conquer, you will have to work hard for her to consider you a worthy lover. You don't have to give her many gifts, as long as you are sincere with her, and show her the love you feel for her.

♡ She loves to tease you by playing cat and mouse with you, especially if you're a little prideful, and that only makes you think about her that much more.

♡ La Muerte is very experienced, she knows very well how to flirt, and she will do it if she sees it is necessary. Ranging from kisses on your cheek to whispering spicy words in your ear; La Muerte is a woman who knows how to conquer your heart.

♡ Although she likes sweet gestures like food and romantic serenades, what La Muerte truly appreciates is sincerity and feelings, so if you open your heart to her, she will also open hers to you.

♡ When you finally confess your feelings, she will be very happy and she will give you a passionate kiss on your lips.

♡ After that, La Muerte will reveal her true identity as the goddess of the Land of the Remembered, she will tell you that even though you are both from different worlds she will not stop loving you.

“I don't understand, you are a beautiful goddess, why would you notice a mere human like me?”

“You may be human, but our hearts beat in unison, we may be from different worlds…”

“But I swear with all my heart that I will never stop loving you, mi amor.”

- La Muerte 💀🌹🏵

[minty-drop]

La Muerte x reader

Reader is described gender neutral. La muerte and xibalba are described as friends instead of lovers.

Containing: romantic themes, comfort

Type: headcanon (as close as possible to canon)

She is one to be gentle, kind nature almost like a mother hen is present in your relationship. From making sure you sleep comfortably at night, to asking if you’ve eaten today, she always makes sure your well being is healthy both mentally and physically.

Understandably since she is the ruler of the land of the remembered, you are bathed in the luxuries fit for a royal, exotic food and endless entertainment at the tip of your finger. But do not become to greedy, because she easily can take it all away with the snap of her finger.

La Muerte is understanding, reassuring you with honest but honeyed advice and words of appreciation, her warm comforting hugs are a bliss, the scent of flowers and caramel is present each time you are close in contact with her.

She is not the clingy type, believing in personal space and light affection in public both for her comfort and her status as the rule. For professionalism she keeps her hands to herself.

When alone, her tall figure will bend down to enjoy the fluttering kisses you give her, it reminds her of how butterfly’s land on her in the land of the living.

If your in danger some how, she is quick and swift to swoop into the situation, and thankfully because she is seen as powerful and almighty, anyone who dared to challenge you is quick to scurry away from you at the sights of the tall women.

La Muerte finds it adorable when you try to be stubborn with her, she does not mind and even adores when you huff and puff when you KNOW she will win. If you defend her from anything she will swoon over it, finding comfort in the protection she does not need but still enjoys the feeling someone would throw themself in front of her. Of course she ends up saving you, but it’s the thought that counts.

When xibalba is around she can become slightly protective if xibalba becomes to close. They are friends, but that does not mean she trusts him enough to be near you after he cheated on the bet that sent him to his rotting lands of the forgotten in the first place.

All in all, it is quite a healthy relationship between the two of you. Honey and sweet, but you both respect your boundaries and that’s what makes it special.

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[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

Chapter I 'Into You' Masterlist Main Masterlist

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader x Shoto Todoroki (subject to change as the chapters progress, they're just kids right now after all)

On the day of Obon, families bring food and gifts, flowers and jewelry to give to their loved ones. And after centuries of being banished, Xibalba had had enough.

A man loomed with an aura of menace and mysteriousness; his presence contrasted to the vibrant world around him. His form was lean yet muscular, draped in armor as dark as midnight and licked by wild green flames. His white hair stood out, silky and soft, slightly draping over his crimson eyes burning like embers within a void. Despite his fearsome appearance, there was a sardonic charm to him, a malevolence in the quirk of his lips or the way his eyes lingered on his surroundings.

“Really my dear, you have no idea how cold and vile the land of the forgotten has become.” He shuddered, casting a glance around him at the giggling kids and happy families. Though they could not see him, he still brought a chilliness with him that caused goosebumps to rise.

A woman giggles, her dark, flowing hair cascaded down her back, framing her alabaster skin adorned with intricate designs. “Just like your heart, Xibalba.”  Her features were sharp and striking, with eyes that seemed to hold secrets of the afterlife, accentuated by bold makeup that shimmered like starlight.

“Why must I rule a bleak wasteland while you get to enjoy an endless fiesta?” he groans, turning around swiftly to glare at her. “It’s simply unfair.”

She just smiles at him and continues walking forward only to be stopped by Xibalba appearing directly in front of her. “Come on my dear, trade lands with me? I beg you.”

“Oh, you’re so cute when you beg. But no.” She stifles a laugh and brushes past him. Xibalba grabs her hand to pull her back. “I’m serious. I hate it down there.”

“Hey! You’re there because you cheated!” she shoved him back with one hand as the other tucked in the loose strand dangling in front of her face. “You made your bed with that wager.” She shook her head and walked past him, only stopping to say one final sentence. “You aren’t the man I fell in love with, Xibalba.”

“Let's not dwell in the past, mi amor.” He was saddened by her final remark but chose to mask his true feelings. “Anyway, I was thinking... How about another little wager?”

La Muerta stopped, fire in her eyes as she swiftly turned around, one finger jabbing accusatorily into his chest. “You think you can calm the flames of my anger with another bet?” She roared. Xibalba gulped. “What exactly did you have in mind?” her response shocked him but he continued, nonetheless.

“Let's check out the menu for the evening.” He looked around, spotting a little commotion in the near distance. “Look there, my love. Classic mortal dilemma.”

La Muerta moved closer, her hands clasped in front of her. Two boys, best friends no less… but what is this she’s sensing? They’re both in love with the same girl! What a lovely surprise.

One with eyes ruby red, and spiky ashen blond hair, another with heterochromatic eyes and hair perfectly split into two colours, one side red, and the other white. A young girl stood in between them both, hair tied up in a bun and a gold pendant hanging from her neck. This is the prefect wager.

An idea struck her, and she looked at Xibalba. “Two boys in love with the same girl? How about we each choose one that we believe she will marry in the future? How about we each choose our champion?”

Xibalba laughed, “It seems that even after centuries, I have still rubbed off on you.”

La Muerta rolled her eyes as she watched the commotion. The boy with heterochromatic eyes was playing his guitar, while the young girl sat and listened attentively, eyes closed as she hummed along to the steady rhythm. A loud boom filled the air. “See Y/n? I’ve gotten better at it! I told you I’m the best!”

“I see you Kats.” she giggled and La Muerta hummed, this girl was her. This was a wager to bet on. “Stay away Bakugo, the girl is mine.” Shoto placed his guitar down as ice encased his hand.”

“Ha? Never! She belongs to me, Todoroki.” Bakugo picked up a wooden sword and pointed it to Todoroki’s face.

“I belong to no one.” The young girl stood up, brushing out her dress and folding her arms across her chest.

“My, she’s feisty. Just like a woman I know.” Xibalba finally said, sighing longingly as he stared at the luscious hair of the woman with the red dress. La Muerta offered her hand to him. “Let’s go wish them luck, shall we?”

And with that, they took the form of an elderly couple and began their stroll.

The two deities, now disguised as an elderly couple, strolled through the bustling streets of Musutafu. The vibrant sounds of laughter and music filled the air, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted toward them. They approached the trio just as the boys' friendly rivalry threatened to escalate into something more dramatic.

The young girl, Y/n, had her arms crossed, a firm expression on her face. "If you two don't stop bickering, I'll just go home!"

Katsuki, still clutching his wooden sword, scowled. "Tch, I wasn't gonna hurt him. He's just asking for it!"

Todoroki remained calm, his heterochromatic eyes steady. "There's no need to fight. Let’s settle this like adults."

Before the tension could rise further, the elderly couple shuffled forward. La Muerta, with her shawl draped gracefully over her shoulders, held onto Xibalba’s arm for balance. Xibalba leaned heavily on a carved cane, his eyes twinkling mischievously beneath his thick brows.

“Excuse me, children,” La Muerta said in a soft, kind voice. “We couldn’t help but notice your argument. It’s the Obon festival—such a sacred day for peace and remembrance.”

Xibalba coughed dramatically, hunching slightly. “Ah, forgive us for interrupting, but we’re old and hungry. Might we trouble you for some bread?”

Y/n immediately stepped forward. “Of course! Please, wait here. I’ll grab some for you.” Immediately, she went off running. Xibalba smirked; it was time to put his plan into action.

Todoroki called out for the girl but she was too far away to hear. “I have some bread with me,” he said, pulling a neatly wrapped loaf from his satchel. “Here you go, sir.” He offered it with both hands, a polite bow accompanying the gesture.

“Such a kind young man,” La Muerta said, her smile warm and approving. “Your heart is as pure as the music you play.” Todoroki smiled slightly and took off to look for the girl. La Muerta patted Xibalba on the back and slowly hobbled away.

Katsuki, however, narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What about you? You want bread too?”

Xibalba tilted his head, pretending to look frail and pitiful. “I wouldn’t refuse, boy. But surely, I wouldn’t want to take what you need for yourself.”

Katsuki’s grip on his satchel tightened. “Nothing comes for free. If you want it, give me something in return.”

Xibalba’s lips quirked upward. “Ah, a clever one,” he said, reaching into his robe. “Very well, boy. I’ll trade you for something... special.”

From his sleeve, Xibalba produced a small, intricately designed medal. It gleamed in the sunlight, its surface etched with ancient symbols that seemed to hum with latent energy.

“This,” Xibalba said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “is no ordinary medal. It grants its wearer unmatched courage and strength. And as long as you wear it, you’ll never suffer harm.”

Katsuki’s crimson eyes widened slightly, his expression shifting from suspicion to intrigue. “Really?” he muttered, trying not to sound too eager. “Old man, you better not be lying to me.”

Xibalba held up his hands in mock surrender. “I swear on the spirits of the Forgotten. Now, will you trade?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Katsuki thrust the bread into Xibalba’s hands and snatched the medal. The moment it touched his skin, a strange warmth coursed through him. His stance became more confident, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“I knew it,” Xibalba said softly, his gaze lingering on Katsuki. “You’re going to be... quite entertaining.”

Xibalba caught up to La Muerta and as the two walked away, their forms began to shimmer briefly under the moonlight, revealing their true selves.

“This is going to be fun,” Xibalba mused, his crimson eyes glinting with excitement.

“Don’t get too cocky, my dear,” La Muerta said, her voice tinged with amusement. “The girl’s heart is pure. She won’t be swayed by simple tricks.”

Xibalba chuckled darkly. “Oh, but sometimes, my love, the simplest tricks are the most effective.”

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[demonic-charcuterie]

La Muerte x fem! God reader

Background: I named this Y/n Guías Perdida which means guides the lost. She is the guide of lost souls. People pray to her when that feel lost in life.

Perdida appeared in the graveyard in a cloud of blue petals. She was just about to meet up with the lovely La Muerte and her husband Xibalba. She strutted into the moonlight when she appeared and your smile stretched ear to ear. You jumped on her and embraced her. “Hola mi hermosa.” She said as she stroked her head. “¡Hace tanto tiempo mi luz!” You said and you squeezed her.

“Are you done? A-are you done?” You heard a raspy voice speak behind you and you deflated. “Well if it isn’t the cheater.” You growl. “Oh Dios, la chica está enojada.” He chuckled.

“Perdón, la mujer está enojada.” You barked. La Muerte chuckled and pulled your arm and Xibalba followed behind. You and La muerte giggled as you kissed her knuckles when you saw Xibalba reaching for an old man. You appeared beside him and whispered in his ear. “Balby? What are you doing? You asked and you wrapped your arms around his arm. “I hope you’re not doing what I think you are.” He groaned and shook you off. “Come on! It’s his time…almost.”

You sneered at him and bumped him to the side with your hip. “Aww dear the poor thing. So lost in the world” you stated and the man stared down a grave. “Here. Let me help you.” You said before pecking the man on his check. The man looked up for a moment but when he saw nothing and wrapped his arms around himself and smiled. You smiled yourself and strutted off past Xibalba and smirked before catching up and wrapping his arms around you and La Muerte. “I love nights like this.”

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Puss in Boots - Death x Listener SFW A (Literal) Date With Death

[M4A] [First date] [Flirting] [Kisses] [Romantic]

So... he's a little late for his date... you asked him out back in um... April... But he's here now!

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[flan-tasma]

Te dedican una canción (Fontaine ver.)

💖~ The brilliant men of Fontaine and the songs I heard and imagined they could dedicate to you because I spent most of my life imagining scenarios that will never happen...

With songs in spanish :D

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Lyney te dedicaría "Muerte en Hawaii" y nadie me puede hacer cambiar de opinión. El hombre aprendería cómo tocar la guitarra y se pasaría toda la canción sonriendo y actuando cada cosa de la canción y por eso Lyney es el mejor. Puntos extra porque definitivamente hace aparecer para ti un ramo de flores.

"Soy todo lo que soy porque tú eres todo lo que quiero."

Freminet te dedicaría "Vuelta al mundo" y puede o no tocar algún instrumento, pero definitivamente la canta en susurros y en la noche cuando ambos están muy cansados y él solo quiere recordarte que te ama mucho. Toma tu mano y sonríe mientras ambos se quedan dormidos.

"Abrazarme con las nubes, sumergirme bajo el agua y ver como las burbujas suben y..."

Neuvillette puede dedicarte "Quién Será" y definitivamente es la cosa más bella del mundo. Ni siquiera sabes que te la está dedicando, solo la escuchan en su oficina y él inmediatamente te está mirando y sonriendo con amor mientras te das cuenta que te está hablando mediante la canción. Puede que acepte bailar contigo si lo levantas de su silla.

"He querido volver a vivir la pasión y el calor de otro amor, de otro amor que me hiciera sentir, que me hiciera feliz."

Wriothesley definitivamente te dedica "Virgen" y no es solo porque entrego mi alma solo por bailar con él él definitivamente te invita a bailar mientras la canción suena de fondo, ambos bailan al ritmo de la música y él sonríe mientras se acerca a tu rostro y te besa antes de cantar para ti mientras te da varias vueltas y te balancea contra su cuerpo que te sostiene.

"Soy el hombre que muere contigo, amor, yo sí te amo y vivo por ti, mi linda querida."

English:

Lyney would dedicate "Muerte en Hawaii" to you and no one can change my mind. The man would learn how to play the guitar and spend the entire song smiling and acting out every single thing in the song and that's why Lyney is the best. Bonus points because he definitely makes a bouquet of flowers appear for you.

"I am everything I am because you are everything I want."

Freminet would dedicate "La Vuelta Al Mundo" to you and he may or not play an instrument, but he definitely sings it in whispers at night when you are both very tired and he just wants to remind you that he loves you very much. He takes your hand and smiles as you both fall asleep.

"Embrace the clouds, dive underwater and watch the bubbles rise and..."

Neuvillette can dedicate "Quién Será" to you and it is definitely the most beautiful thing in the world. You don't even know he's dedicating it to you, you just listen to it in his office and he's immediately looking at you and smiling lovingly as you realize he's speaking to you through the song. He may agree to dance with you if you get him out of his chair.

"I have wanted to relive the passion and warmth of another love, another love that made me feel, that made me happy."

Wriothesley definitely dedicates "Virgen" to you and it's not just because I give my soul just to dance with him he definitely invites you to dance while the song plays in the background, you both dance to the rhythm of the music and he smiles as he approaches you face and kisses you before singing for you while he spins you around several times and swings you against his body that holds you.

"I am the man who dies with you, love, I do love you and I live for you, my pretty darling."

[yinora-evergreen]

A Flower?

It will forever remain a mystery to Xibalba how he got so lucky, two wonderfull partners willing to put up with him.

It was the day of the dead, also known as Día de los Muertos, Y/N and La Muerte were watching over the graveyard together.

Y/N was the god of lost souls, and people worshipped them at a special altar in the graveyard whenever they feel lost.

In Return, Y/N would send a sign that would help them get back on track, one time a young boy wasn't sure if he was loved, and he went to their altar to ask for guidance, and in return Y/N sent a small dog his way to give him all the love he needs.

La Muerte and Y/N were happily watching the people when Xibalba appeared, a sly yet genuine smile on his face as he hid his hands behind his back.

"La Muerte, Y/N" he greeted each of them.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up" Y/N said in a joking tone.

"I almost thought you got lost in the land of the forgotten!" La Muerte laughs at the comment, and Xibalba clears his throat in embarrassment.

"I just had to do something first"

"And what was that? Practice your scary voice to scare kids?" La Muerte gave Y/N a look.

"Erm, no, I just... Here!" Xibalba shoves a flower in La Muerte's hand and Y/N's hand.

"Xibalba, whats this for?" La Muerte says with a smile.

"I just... I was just wondering if each of you would maybe be interested in being mine" Xibalba says a little awkwardly, suprised when Y/N kisses his cheek while holding La Muerte's hand.

"Took you long enough to ask" La Muerte says while hiding a giggle.

La Muerte also kisses Xibalba's cheek before also kissing Y/N's cheek.

Y/N grins "this would call for a celebration, wouldn't it?"

"Oh? it seems like you already have an idea" Xibalba smirks.

"How about a bet?"

Both La Muerte's and Xibalba's eyes lit up with interest.

"I bet those three" Y/N points at a trio of two boys and a girl.

"Will also end up in a polyamorous relationship"

Xibalba and La Muerte both grin.

"And if they don't?" Xibalba asks, though he can't hide his happiness.

"If they don't I'll let you both choose what type of guidance I'll send to the next ten people who feel lost" Y/N knew both Xibalba and La Muerte loved the idea of the bet.

"Deal" they both reply at the same time.

Y/N smiles and kisses both of them.

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Xibalba smiles at the memory as he lays on one side of Y/N, La Muerte laying at their other side.

How did he get so lucky?

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I hope you like it! feel free to request more anytime you'd like<33

[also i apologize if its a little ooc, i just hope its good enough]

[cantstoptheimagines]

“Vida y Muerte” Masterlist

This is a series of one-shots based the movie, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. The Reader in these works uses a filler name (Vida, she/her), is represented by a spotted deer, and is the physical manifestation of Life. Meanwhile, Death will be referred to as ‘Muerte’.

I’ve put the links in my recommended reading order, but each of these can be enjoyed as standalones. I hope you like these works just as much as I do! Feel free to send in ideas for this series because I love Muerte very much and would love to write for him more often!

This series has a visual edit!

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Reader Works (Thank You for the Support!)

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[iaure]

As a husband yandere radahn is your bloody warlord he hold the stars fate what's stopping him from holding his pretty little wife ❤

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ that's it!! that's it!! im snapping!! i'm going insane!!! i gotta indulge!!

♡ Radahn would be sweet to you; he's always had a gentle sort of disposition in regards to his soldiers, to Leonard, to his family; and especially to you.

♡ when he holds you, it's like he's holding his world; mostly because you are.

♡ he loves you to death and back, and wants to start a family worthy of the Erdtree. the idea of you bearing his child is simply divine.

♡ he'd largely be dedicated to you, oftenplace taking you with him to visit his soldiers. they would also love you, but as something akin to a mother; Radahn is their protector and leader, and you are their Lady Starscourge.

♡ he holds himself with immense responsibility; even though he was insane from Scarlet Rot, he still had the sensibility to hold back the stars to stop Ranni. even when driven to madness, he'd remember you.

♡ even when insane, he'd know you; you'd step out on the field, and he wouldn't attack like he would. no, even from the depths of his delirium, he'd reach out to you, praying for his scattered memories to pull you and him back together.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i have to write more for him but I need to get to bed-I'm going insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[crystalofmoon19]

Request Rules:

Hola a todos!

My name is Crystal, your favorite Latina writer, and I have decided to open my own requests. I will also write my own fanfics and one-shots, but I think I'm ready to open my requests, so they should follow the following rules:

What fandoms will I write to?

● Helluva Boss - (more specifically I will write Striker, I may write about other characters in the future, but only in SFW.)

● The Book Of Life - (it is one of my favorite movies and needs more content like this, I will write characters like Joaquín, Manolo, María, La Muerte and Xibalba)

I belong to more fandoms but for now I will only write for Helluva Boss and The Book Of Life.

I'll write:

● Character x Reader

● Character x Character (Sometimes)

● Crossovers (Sometimes)

● Headcannons (whether they are romantic or just friendship).

● Female Reader (or AFAB reader mainly, but I can write about any type of reader)

● Fluff.

● Angst.

● SFW.

● NSFW.

● Smut/Lemon.

I'll not write:

● Sexual violence.

● Discrimination against women.

● Discrimination against LGBT+

● Nothing related to children in any romantic or compromising situation. IF YOU ASK FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED!

● If you have any weird philias, I'm sorry but this is not your blog!

Note: I also wanted to say that if you notice spelling mistakes, it is because my English still needs to improve, since my native language is Spanish. So if you speak Spanish, you can ask me your requests and I will gladly write to you!

I want this space to be comfortable for everyone. Including the Latin American community.

- Crystal ❤️‍🔥