#pib the last with x reader

[asmallpinkfan3]

Hi can I request for a fanfic or headcanons about death X kitsune reader? Like how they met and their Romancee?

Sorry my first time to ask lol

IM SO HONORED THAT THIS IS YOUR FIRST ASK AND YOUR ASKING IT ON MY BLOG! and dw you have nothing to apologize for<333 also I kinda had to look up what kitsune was again.

Death with a kitsune! Reader.

Warnings: none really

GN! Reader

How you met:

You were literally sleeping in your fox form when he met you the first time.

You were just sleeping away in some grass, and death sat next to you to breath in Mother Natures air.

He thought that since you were sleeping you were just a regular fox so he pet you. (I like to think he pets all sleeping animals he’s near).

Your ears twitched at his paw and you slowly awoke to a wolf petting you.

He heard a noise close by causing him to look over in curiosity, it was just a bunny hopping around.

Turning back to you his eyes littered in confusion now because your a human?

“Where did the fox go”? He asked them be noticed your ears.

“Ohhh I am the fox I was just sleeping”. You say a small smile on your face.

“I’m a kitsune, and i can shape shift into a fox and a human”.

His confusion washed away now intrigued by you.

“Well I’m sorta human can’t make the ears and the tail go away”. You added as your tail moshed behind you revealing itself and your ears twitching up from your hair.

You and the wolf talked for a couple more hours before you realized it it was dark.

“Ah it’s getting dark I think I better head home”. You told him.

“I could walk you if you want and we can continue the conversation”. He responded helping you up off the ground.

Walking home you and him talked about each other, your jobs, favorite color, etc.

“It was nice meeting you death, say why don’t you come over and you can have dinner with me”? You asked hoping that he would accept.

“I would like that”. He replied with a small smile.

Dating hcs:

Now that you two are together he loves to flick your ears softly randomly to get your attention.

“Hey”. He said while you were still caught up with your book,”mi amor”? He asked still no response. Sighing he flicks your ears.

Turning your head to face him you look up at him with confusion.

“Did you just flick my ears”? You asked a hand reaching up at your ears feeling the sensation of where he flicked it.

“Well I couldn’t get your attention It was the only thing that came to mind”. He responded with a small chuckle.

He comes home from collecting souls and he sees you in your fox form sleeping on the bed quite often.

He finds it adorable.

Both of you tease the everlasting hell out of each other about the tail wagging and thumping.

“Dear is your tail wagging”? You ask after completing him with a small chuckle.

“No”. He says turning his head away in embarrassment.

When your tail wagged against the wall once because he said that he loved you, you swore you could have died right then and there from embarrassment.

“Amor your tail is thumping isn’t it”? He says a grin on his face. “No it’s not shut up”! You say now your turn to turn you head away from his laughing face with your cheeks growing red from embarrassment.

Sometimes just to piss him off you will be cuddling and lay on his chest only to turn into your fox form and ball up right in his poncho.

“Oh come on y/n”. He groans his arms falling to his sides while you snuggle into him closer.

[violetduchess]

Cold

¤ Pairing: Death x [Reader]

Word Count: 277

Note: Soooo apparently theres not a lot of fics with this sexy wolf man. 😭 So I made my own. Enjoy!

Hey if you like this [here] is another one.

The sudden still and stagnant feeling of the small cottage immediately alerted you to his presence. The air became colder making you pull the small blanket closer to your shivering frame. The heat provided by the fireplace no longer felt sufficient.

Still you did not turn to acknowledge your uninvited guest causing him to let out a small huff of amusement, and you were sure that if you could see his face, his mouth would be pulled up in a grin.

"Still ignoring me, cordera?" His deep voice asked, sounding louder than it actually was in small living room.

You say nothing and continue to blankly stare at the flickering flames of the fireplace, your hands fiddling with the smooth fabric of the blanket, trying your best to tune out his voice.

His shadow falls over you, making the already dark room feel darker. One of his clawed hands come to rest on your shoulder and you tense up. His grip was neither tight nor threatening and yet it still felt like his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

His large body leans over you and his snout stops right next to your ear. He was so close you could probably count his sharp teeth individually.

"No need to be so tense, cordera", he begins and let's out a small hum.. His hands leaves your body, and you let out the breath you didn't know you had been holding in.

You think you're safe until he suddenly appears in front of you and his glowing red eyes meet yours.

"It's not your time, yet."

And then he's gone, taking the chill with him.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[gabyscafe]

♥︎[PIBTLW]Death Dating headcannons♥︎

English is not my first language, sorry for any spelling mistakes.

Death = Muerte = Lobo

Have a nice read!!

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❥Muerte, Death or Lobo, like you like to call, LOVES head pats.

❥he will probably come home really tired, his job requires a lot of him, both psychological and physical. So will have times that he'll just want cuddle with you.

❥well we know Muerte love the smell of fear, so he likes to scare you sometimes, like appearing out of nowhere, or fade out the candles, or even making scariest noises!

He know he's gonna get you angry. So whenever he do this, he's bringing something to you, like flowers, or some desserts.

❥When you guys are cuddling, he secretly likes to compare the size of your hand with his.

❥Muerte kisses are passionate and calm, he likes to appreciate the moment of you being with him.

❥Muerte is not very good at comforting, he likes de smell of fear, not sadness! So mostly of the times when you are sad, he'll just be on your side, like hugging, hearing, physical comfort, something like this.

❥he can cook basic things, like eggs, bacon, and Mexican food. It's not perfect, but it's not that bad! But his chicken soup is actually very good!

❥I feel he's not the type of saying "I love you" very often, I think is most like "forehead-with-forehead" thing, is his way to say that he loves you.

❥When he is on he's "morning mood", he gently bittes your ear or cheek. And then say " good morning ".

❥Death is very observant, if you look different from yesterday, even a bit, he will notice, and get worried. (Asking if you sleep well, if you eat, if something happen to you.)

❥when it's cold or raining, he let you use his poncho, who it's actually very comfy and soft! And plus, Death thinks you look adorable with those.

❥He pretend to be angry when you call him a good boy, but his tail just denied what his saying. After some time, he'll stop denying.

❥Sometimes he will just stare at you for a moment and think:"wow I love this Woman/Man/Person".

❥He's very good at taking care of any injury. And won't left your side, until you get better.

❥Death also loves walking in a forest just you two, enjoying yourselfs, and gets really annoyed if someone interrupted.

❥I feel his gonna call you: Mi Amor, mi vida, querida(o), mi hermosa (o).

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✦Hope you guys like it! And tell me if you prefer a Headcannon or a One-Shot.

✦Have a nice day, and see you guys next time, bye!! ~☕💖🌺

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

I’d like to request PIB Death’s reaction to his GN!s/o coming up to him one day and booping his nose. I’ve been thinking about this a lot haha-

Hello there! ^^

Thank you for your request, it's a very cute idea! Though truth be told, I struggled with this one so much - I couldn't figure out how Death would react! Not to mention I hated whatever I wrote-

Also, so sorry for how long it took me to write this, like I've said, I been struggling with this one BUT also been struggling mentally, so yeah. (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

I also just read a good fic with Death, then read this one I wrote and realized I'm not good at portraying Death...yeah imma end myself now (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)(⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠).

Anyways, I couldn't really decide if I wanted to do imagines or a fic, but ended up going with a short fic... or more like... a drabble? (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I kind of experimented with my style, felt like adding it a different feel. Hope y'all like this one nonetheless! ^^"

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{Death, his s/o, and nose boops}

Settings: I don't think I specified it throughout the story. Though a bit more of a romantic vibe, I think?

Genre: Pure fluff! :3

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Don't think there's any! Maybe just brief talks of life, mortality and death, but that's to be expected with Muerte ^^,

Sidenote: Reader is written as gender neutral, but if they might have a more female feel then it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

Sidenote: I've never written full fluff fic (or more like drabble) before , so I hope I did well ^^"

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That should be all, muffins! Feel free to read now ^^.

Hope you'll enjoy <3.

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Death was old as time itself.

A sad but an important part of life, he's been here since the very start.

And so, he's seen everything.

He's been there, done that, seen that, heard that,...

Yeah, he's seen everything, and it was hard to surprise Death.

Or at least, that's what he liked to claim, completely unaware of what tricks up your sleeve you, a mere mortal, still had.

And only now, when the two of you were peacefully sitting on the couch in the living room, did he face the truth that he, in fact, has not seen all after all.

You were up to something for sure, otherwise there'd be no reason for that rascally smile on your face as you slowly extended your hand towards Death, your pointer finger outstretched and aiming for Death's nose or so it seemed.

Death said nothing at that behaviour, after all, now that he was with you, he knew firsthand that mortals- humans especially - were weird creatures.

And so, he let you do your thing, having too much adoration for you to stop you.

Not to mention, a curious creature was Death, and intrigued by your actions, he just watched with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as your finger slowly neared his nose.

Then your finger was closer and closer and-

"Boop!" squeaking out in voice of high pitch, your finger tapped his nose, squishing it.

Then dead silence fell upon you.

Death was quiet, saying nothing at all.

His pointy ears had perked up though, his eyes of crimson wide as he seemed to be processing the action you'd just done.

And you had no idea what reaction to expect now.

Death was unpredictable, and figuring out his next move was something you had never succeeded in.

Nobody has, not even once.

And when the dead silence went on, filling the room like a thick fog, you couldn't help but retreat your hand and offer a nervous, meek smile.

You weren't scared of course, you knew your dear Lobo wouldn't bring you no harm, not now not ever.

But that uncertainty of what he'd do still left you wary after all.

Much to your luck, though, Death spoke at last.

"What... what was that you just did?" he questioned and a light grin stretched across his face, ruby red eyes wide and intrigued.

The expression was somewhat an unsettling one.

Death's eyes all wide, glowing, burning like wildfire, his razor sharp teeth all exposed by his twisted grin.

And combined with his massive stature and eerie aura, one could easily feel preyed upon...

But the word 'scared' did not describe how you felt at that moment.

You weren't scared, you knew better than to be distrustful of the wolf.

You trusted him fully, you didn't fear him even when he gazed at you like that.

You weren't scared.

Not when, with enough attention paid, you could notice Death's tail wagging ever so slightly.

And not when you had another giveaway of him being just intrigued by your action with no side motives - he intensely sniffed the air through his big nose with light growls rumbling in his throat.

Again, this action could seem intimidating to anyone else and could make them uneasy, but you knew that this action meant no danger - in your case that is.

In your case, you'd say it was something like when dogs panted happily when something caught their interest.

In other cases, mostly when it came to people who were reckless with their life or when it came to people who hurt others, this action had similar, but much more dangerous and terrifying meaning...

Well anyways, with that you knew you were in no real danger.

Although you still needed to be a bit cautious about what Death would do.

It could range from shrugging it off to starting a hunt with you being the prey.

"Oh... I... booped your nose...?" you answered and offered an awkward smile, unsure whether or not Death would be familiar with such term.

You didn't count on that much though.

"You... booped... my nose?" Death repeated after you, the term unfamiliar for his tongue.

And that eyebrow raise was enough for you to know your dear Lobo's never heard such word. Yet, his grin still remained the same - sly, intrigued.

Death added nothing more though, and only stared at you with his wide eyes that made you feel in the story of Little Red Riding Hood when The Big Bad Wolf stared at the little girl with wide eerie gaze, and the girl uttered those famous words: "But Grandmother, what big eyes you have!".

You wondered where your own story would lead to if you uttered those exact words to your Big Bad Wolf... Your Lobo feroz...

Nonetheless, you got the silent hint, and went ahead to elaborate what it meant to boop someone's nose.

"It's when you affectionately tap or squish someone's nose and say a 'boop'." you explained softly, smiling meekly.

Then taking a note of that light head tilt and eyebrow raise Death did at your words, you added: "It's a show of endearment,".

"It's a show of endearment," Death repeated after you as if checking he's heard correct, his voice holding a quality you couldn't really pinpoint.

Was it amusement you heard? confusion? disbelief? something else? It was hard to tell.

And then, Death fell silent once again.

It was silent again, and you weren't sure of what to do, Death being way too hard to figure out at the very moment - just like most times...

Hesitantly, you prepared to say something - anything - to break the awkward silence.

But then a chuckle came.

A chuckle came, and Death muttered: "Oh my," before covering his eyes with his paw and a grin grew on his face as his shoulders bounced ever so slightly.

Was he...?

And then it came!

Death broke into a fit of laughter.

Death was laughing!

He was wholeheartedly laughing like never before, the deep sound being sharp to the ears yet warm to the heart.

"Squishing nose and making a silly, high pitched sound to show affection!" Death exclaimed, shaking his head with amusement all written over the wolf's face as he laughed.

He seemed to be having the time of his life, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling all warm inside at the sight.

It was honestly sweet, refreshing to see Death like that, and so you didn't even risk saying something, letting your Lobo have his fun.

"My," Death breathed, his laughter eventually dying down to just an occasional chuckle, "you mortals never fail to amuse me,"

"you never really disappoint..." Death mused still shaking his head some with an amused grin on his face.

"Squishing nose and making a silly, high pitched sound to show affection..." he repeated his earlier exclamation, a light chuckle escaping him again before his half-lidded eyes found yours and he went all silent.

"Yeah, it is quite strange, isn't it?" You said lowly once your eyes locked with Death's, a meek smile playing on your face as a light chuckle left your lips as well.

It really was unusual yet amusing, you had to admit that.

Though still feeling a bit awkward in the moment, your instincts told you to ramble, which you attempted to do: "Honestly, I don't even-".

But then.

"Boop," Death muttered and his clawed finger tapped the tip of your nose!

Oh no way! Did he just-??

"Boop..." Death repeated, and chuckled at how silly the sound sounded before he did the action again.

He booped your nose and let out that silly 'boop' sound, making you peek at his finger cross-eyed and scrunch your nose as he smiled.

And right after he did all that, his ears and whole body perked up and his tail wagged all happily!

And as Death's soft smile twisted into a wide, satisfied grin and Death yet again intensely breathed through his nose, growls rumbling in his throat, the message was made clear:

You better prepare for a life filled with nose boops from now on.

Better watch out.

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[livdem1human]

Something some people asked me is how i think death would react when the readers time run out so here are my Headcanos on:

How Death would handle your passing ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: Angst and Fluff

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I have 3 options on how he would handle your passing:

Option 1:

Of course He would be heartbroken, but he knew it would happen some day. You're a mortal after all.

He would stay with you through the whole thing and make it as comfortable as possible. He doesn't want you to be scared.

Even after your soul passed he will stay by your side for hours. He never cried before but now? He cries until there aren't any tears left. I felt like a part of him died with you.

He will miss you forever, you were his light, his home. And now you're gone.

Those poor Souls (literally) who have to meet him after your passing...he's obviously not going to be in a good mood

10/10 would visit your soul in the afterlife tho.

Option 2:

Not much different from option 1 but let's say you refuse to go into the after life. You want to stay and since he can't force you to go he now takes care of you as his Ghost s/o.

You're still with him so he won't be to sad, but will tell you on a regular basis that if you ever change your mind and want to go into the after life he will take you there.

(should i write a Death x Ghost reader story? XD)

Option 3:

Offers you a way to become immortal. (It's the pib universe, everything is possible there)

He already broke so many rules by dating you in the first place so he thought "why not break another one? Won't make a difference now"

Makes sure you are 100% aware that becoming immortal is intense for someone mortal.

Let's say you agreed: He would be happy and concerned at the same time. Like yay, you'll never die but also.. oh you'll never die.

He just doesn't want you to regret it.

Will treasure you forever tho. You may be immortal now but he will still treat you like he could lose you any minute.

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My personal favorite is option 2. Just imagine a little ghost y/n annoying him for the rest of his immortal life. Ahaha.

I think im really gonna write a ghost reader x Death one story.

[cinnapuppymilk]

still alive! just taking my time because I want to write Deaths character to the best of my abilites. However its almost done, new chapter dropping soon :>

art by Adonyne on twt.

[cannedbabs]

Bite the Hand that Feeds Ch. 4 scene plan (maybe not the exact dialogue still fleshing it)

Sorry my heights are everywhere and atrocious ignore all the inconsistencies. Also look at me centering on a family photo instead of showing the entire rest of the house 😅

[verlaines-corner-archive]

NO cause I don’t think you understand. I’m a boyfriend hoodie kinda person and I like wearing clothes that are too big for me, you can’t just say “Muerte would fuck you while you wear his poncho” and expect me to be CALM about it are you insane?? You brought this upon yourself Kal /j

Anyways, getting right down to business, I feel like most of the time when you’re wearing it it’s not with the intention to rile him up, at least not at first. Muerte’s a wolf, they’re territorial creatures, and like you said in your SFW alphabet, he isn’t naturally a jealous lover. Seeing you in his clothes (but ESPECIALLY his poncho) doesn’t make him think “this marks them as mine” it’s more of a knee jerk reaction of affection (or cuteness aggression LMAO), not possession.

He wouldn’t have a huge reaction to seeing you wear it for the first time, just a playful “oh so you’re taking my clothes now?” before curling up with you in bed or on the couch. All innocent until he starts thinking and taking you in at least. The poncho isn’t dirty or anything but he can still very clearly smell himself on it but what really gets him is your smell mingling with his so closely. The only time it’s that closely woven together is when you two are having sex and he basically has a Pavlovian response to it. He doesn’t immediately jump into fucking you but he’s definitely grinding on you as inconspicuously as he can.

It’s a little cute. Pressing his whole face into your shoulder and trying not to be too obvious with what he’s doing but at the same time he’s got a grip on you that’s hard not to notice. Tease him or don’t- you’ll get the same outcome. In this situation, where it’s not on purpose, it’s more of a cuddle-fuck, Muerte wants to be close to you, he’s definitely a lot gentler than usual, kissing you, holding your legs apart, basically not letting you do any of the work, just be good and let him use you, alright?

Afterwards he’s just a wee bit embarrassed about having that kind of response to you just wearing his clothes and DO NOT let him live it down, the motherfucker (lovingly) kinkshames you all the time, he will not be spared. (“Are you going to do laundry or are you just going to steal my clothes all week.” “Oh you would like that wouldn’t you?” “listen-”)

On the other hand, if you’re wearing Muerte’s poncho with the full knowledge of what you’re doing? You’re in for it.

It’s a little funny, if you wear the poncho with nothing on underneath and “hide” further back in the house he already has a clue what’s going on. Muerte can smell you pretty clearly (whether it be because he’s intimately familiar with your scent or you’re just that bad at hiding how aroused you are) and he kinda assumes that he knows what he’s in for, but when he actually finds you he pauses.

You don’t actually sense him until he’s right behind you, grabbing your jaw and tilting your head back so he can get a good look at you. He doesn’t know why but the way you’re trying to pretend like you’re not standing here fully naked save for his poncho, which is swallowing you up in the best and worst ways. He likes that you’re wearing it but he wants it off for pretty obvious reasons.

He’s a bit stuck on what to do for a moment, Muerte’s lost in his thoughts and he’s not in any way shy or embarrassed about the way he’s feeling you up through the poncho. (PLEASEE the way he’d have your back against his chest/stomach while he gropes your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingers, how he’d be lowkey choking you while he rubs on your clit… god) Squirm and whine all you want, he’s not letting go, nor is he giving in to any attempt to get him to cave in and fuck you against the wall. Nope, he’s gonna pick you apart slowly and that’s that.

He’s def manhandling you, but who’s complaining about that? You certainly aren’t. There’s just a small (very small, minuscule even, he swears) part of him that wants to make you cry and plead for him, and ‘unfortunately’ he’s gonna act on it. One minute you’re on your back, one leg up over Muerte’s shoulder, making you take all of him because despite how you’re crying “too much- s’ too much I can’t-!”he can feel you clench around him. He’s happy to tell you that if it’s ‘too much’ then he’ll just pull out, just to see you practically sob and claw at his shoulders, trying to pull him back to you.

Muerte isn’t above being cruel- he doesn’t do it often to you, he prefers praising you- but it’s so easy to croon over you in mock sympathy as you hiccup and sob when he’s done fucking you on your back. Don’t think he’s done with you though, he’ll give you a quick break (you’re only human after all) but the second you think maybe, just maybe he’s done, he’s pulling you up, putting you on all fours and starting back up again.

This time he’s got one hand (paw?) on your hip with the other on the back of your neck, forcing you to turn your head and look back at him. He’s kind enough to move the hand on your hip up to your chest when your arms give out, bending you at the waist and leaning over you so he can get right in your ear. (“Are you crying because it hurts or are you just ashamed that you like being fucked like this? You can be honest sweet thing, after all it doesn’t matter- I’ll fuck you like this either way.”)

Muerte gets a little lost in the moment, my guy is WHIPPED even if he has an extreme way of showing it. He already says some filthy shit but he is FOUL when he’s got you like this- please don’t feed into it in any way if you can still speak at this point, cause you won’t be leaving anytime soon if you do.

Yes the poncho is on during all of this. That shit stays ON during sex.

The aftercare every time is immaculate. The duality of Muerte is one minute he’s fucking you like he absolutely loathes you then sweet talking and pampering you like you dropped from heaven the next. He’ll carry you wherever you need to go to clean up then lay with you for as long as he can before he has to go. He feels bad for having to go but let’s be real you’re fast asleep the second he’s done cleaning you up.

Head in my hands I’m going to go live in the woods. Hell has a very special place for my horny ass 🕳👩🏽‍🦯

Muerte fucking you in his poncho [thoughts]

 ->Anon I don't even know where to start with this, I am very glad I brought this upon myself hehe. Under the cut due to length.

You’re right first of all, when you do it unintentionally the sex is very soft. It is definitely your smell and his own that get Muerte going and I do think it is a little obvious. From his grip on you, the way his claws dig in slightly, to the way he’s sniffing you, and finally the way his tail starts thumping on the bed/couch slightly [not to mention the fact that Muerte is probably packing so you can feel him against you anyway LMAO].

Muerte will definitely turn you around to face him during this, one paw slipping under his poncho and onto your back while the other hooks your leg around his waist. Manages to kind of curl around you during it too, face having barely left your shoulder/neck, licking and biting gently as he breathes in the scent of you both. The way he fucks you is admittedly a little desperate, going from slow and gentle to fast and rough as he gets closer to cumming, but all things considered it remains soft.

And yeah, there’s definitely embarrassment afterwards. I think the main cause of that is that Muerte prides himself on being in control of his own desires. He is calm and collected almost always, and even though he’s certainly gotten lost in the pleasure of fucking you before he has always thought himself composed enough to not get turned on by something as simple as your scent with his. Do tease him about it, he almost gets flustered when you do and it’s adorable.

Now intentionally? Yeah like you said, you’re absolutely fucking in for it. Wearing his poncho with nothing underneath is a sure fire way to make sure your legs just don’t work for the next few days because Muerte does not hold back. At all. 

Which is a little surprising because once again: pride in remaining composed.

Which I think Muerte actually manages at first. Sure, the moment he finds you you’re pressed between his chest and the wall, but his breathing -- while shallow - is calm, and the way he touches you is strategic almost, going for places he knows will have you squirming and whining in his grasp. He keeps the illusion of being fully in control of himself perfectly at first, though it might be more correct to say that he gets you so focused on what’s going to happen that you don’t actually notice his composure start to break.

The main thing keeping Muerte’s composure from fully snapping is that he wants to see you break first. Have you begging and pleading for him, reduce you to an incoherent tear filled mess. Especially in regards to you actually taking his cock. You cries of “too much” are just so cute to him, though I don’t think he’d threaten to pull out. He praises you, telling you that you’re such a good little mate for him and that he knows you can take him, and then just proceed to shove himself in you all at once. Don’t worry, he’ll give you a minute or two to adjust, placing affection licks and kisses to you face to help you relax before just fucking you silly. 

And yeah, he is definitely a bit mean during it. Sickeningly sweet would be a good way to describe it; praising you but it’s so condescending and almost cold. Though it never really feels like he doesn’t care for you, despite what he’s saying there’s a soft undertone to his voice, even if it’s almost drowned out by mock care.

Now before Muerte puts you in doggy I think he’d make you ride him. You’re exhausted even after one round, legs shaking and head uselessly tilting to the side as you try to gather your thoughts in an even remotely coherent manner, which is exactly why he likes this position. Muerte loves watching your legs threaten to give out as you try to bounce yourself on his lap, and the way he way you cling to his shoulders for support it so cutely pathetic to him, it’s intoxicating. And when you finally collapse on his chest because you can’t possibly keep riding him he calls you his useless little thing before pulling you off him and putting you on your hands and knees.

That ends with him having to hold you to his chest as he fucks you from behind, because your arms and legs are practically jelly at that point, and that’s also when Muerte’s composure fully breaks. He’s growling and snarling above you, drooling as he fucks into you like a wild beast. You can’t even make out what he’s saying anymore, save for faint mutters of “mine”.

And yes!!! The aftercare is fucking amazing. Muerte smothers you in praise and affection before going to clean you up, running you a nice warm bath and washing you because there’s no way you can do it yourself. Makes sure to dry you with the fluffiest towels before carrying you to bed and cuddling up to you. Muerte is admittedly a little worn out himself, so there’s a far chance he’ll be falling asleep with you, and even if he has to leave I could see him shirking his duties just to stay with you. Hehe tail wagging hehe

[igzsatelier]

Death with a human reader who can see spiritual beings and that's why they see Death lurking in the background. Got mortified and awkward when Death caught reader staring at him so intently.

He started appearing around them more often after that.

Or

Death with a tiger reader(who has nine lives cuz yknow, cats) who will gladly sacrifice themselves to save others although recklessly and uselessly. A few of those lives weren't even worth giving up if reader chose a different route.

Death disappointed in reader's actions so he went and confronted them just to try and figure out why.

P.S can we please tag Death as #death the wolf #pib the wolf

Sounds much easier to search later on

[humanfleshbutcher]

HELLO!!

I love that ppl are writing for puss and boots now since the new movie came out bc I've always been starved from the 0 fanfic. He's just so perfect to me and I need the fanfic of him!!

So I'm here to request a romantic puss fanfic. Maybe hurt/comfort? It's raining right now so I feel like rain is needed in the fanfic. Maybe reader feels like a burden or smth and just walks in the rain and eventually puss finds them and just comforts them.

Take your time- I've had patience for 2 years so I can wait a little longer! Can't wait to see the results<3

AAAAA I love this request 😭🤚❤️❤️❤️

Puss in boots x reader 'Comfort'

TW: Mentions of self-degrading

Can be taken platonically and/or romantically

Hurt/comfort

Gn!Reader and cat reader

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Rain poured down from the dark and cloudy sky, it hitting the leafs of plants and the grassy ground being the only sounds that filled the airy atmosphere.

Actually, there was one more sound, the sound of footsteps. Your footsteps. You were upset. Very upset.

Why, you may ask?

Well, out of nowhere you started overthinking. Were you really good for team 'friendship'? I mean, they're nice and all, but are you good enough?

You tried to brush it off, you should really stop thinking that... But it wouldn't go away and you just needed a break. Plus, you liked the rain. It was weirdly calming, even if being wet wasn't a cats favorite thing.

Your head hung low, you didn't want to start crying. Not now. you couldn't stay out here for too long, getting a cold wasn't exactly on your schedule.

You sighed, finally stoping and just stood there. There wasn't much to do, not much to calm you down from your tears. Why couldn't the bad thoughts just go away? It's your head, why can't you make them go away? It was getting too overwhelming.

Why can't you just-

"Y/N!"

You turned around. There he was in all his glory, Puss in boots.

"Puss!" You responded, wiping your eyes. Puss tilted his head in confusion.

"Are you crying?" He wasn't teasing you, he was genuinely worried for you. That only made you want to cry more.

"What? Noo-" You tried to say in a happy tone, but your voice cracks were hard to hide.

Puss slowly walked over to you, and then he hugged you. Almost instantly, you burst into tears. He gently patted your back, holding you close and not letting go.

You don't know how long you've been crying for nor did you know how long Puss and you sat under a tree. You leaning on his shoulder as he gently held you close, both of you staring into the horizon, watching the rain pour.

"What's got you so upset?" He finally asked, your breath hitched. You don't want to seem like you were crying for a stupid reason, but you don't think you can put your feelings into words.

"You don't have to tell me, but if it will make you feel better, I am listening." He added, pressing you closer to himself. You took a deep breath in and out. Maybe telling him this would really help you.

"Well, I guess I just don't think i'm good enough for you guys.... But I don't know how to make myself better or if I even should be in the team because-"

"Y/N."

You looked up at him.

"Don't say things like that. The team loves you so much, we need you with us. And don't even get me started on how perfect you are. Your battle form is amazing and the way you protect us when we're just not enough for the enemy its-... If anything, you're the most perfect thing in the entire world, Y/N.

Your eyes widened, he looked like he meant all of that. You felt warm, you needed to hear this and he knew.

He pressed his forehead to yours and you both just sat there, appreciating each other.

But soon the rain stopped, and you both fell asleep next to that tree. You both held each other close, and dreamt beautiful things. You would thank him so many times if you were awake, but for now you're both resting.

For now you're both at peace.

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I needed to write this😤😤 literally writing this in school but the request is just so 😩🤌✨✨✨ You guys are creative, if not for ya'll i'd be sitting in school sleeping but i'm sorry if it's short I don't have much time

[granddaughter-of-shaokahn]

PIB Nicknames (English)

Puss in boots

The nicknames he gives you: Cat, My love, princess, baby, my lover, my life

Nicknames you give him: Kitty, My Favorite Hero, Pickles, Outlaw, Ginger, Puss-y

Death

The nicknames he gives you: My wife, my goddess, my life, little red riding hood, angel, my love

Nicknames you give him: Wolf, puppy, wolfie, cute, husband, guardian dog, big bad wolf

Kitty Softpaws

The nicknames she gives you: Y/n, Honey, cuteness, Doll, treasure, Idiot (affectionately)

Nicknames you give her: Thief of my heart, Fluff, darling

Goldilocks

What it gives you: Beast, Lover, Fool, Perfection, Y/n

What you give him: Blonde, Goldie, Cute, bear girl

[asmallpinkfan3]

Okay okay so I have had this idea in my head forever. Reader is with death BUT we are really similar to him and are kinda like his assistant when it comes to things to do like we just pop up when he needs help and all that you don't have to do it right away take your time ❤️

ALSO I LOVE YOUR DEATH X READER POST THEY ARE AMAZING 😍

AWWW THANK YOU ANON:DDD

Death x assistant reader

Song i listened to on repeat while writing this: savage daughter-sarah Hester Ross

Warnings: small amount of fighting, swearing, death, robbing, reader getting hurt, blood.

GN reader. Who is also immortal

You helped death in ways no other person could you have been there for him no matter what.

He fell in love with you when he realized how much you were alike.

You soon became his assistant, he gave you your very own sickle for days that there were many souls to collect.

You had a small clipboard of what you have the names of the souls he needed to collect.

However there was days where he had people fight him to keep their life.

Specially one that you tell your friends together is the time a guy who was a criminal but not in the good way.

The guy robbed from poor and rich people so one day when his soul came up to collect from his heart failure.

It was a gloomy day the god of light had felt sick so the rain god had to take over and keep the weather into a rainy and gloomy day.

The guy was running from death as the wolf gained on him.

“You will never get me bounty hunter”! He yelled knocking straight into you.

“We aren’t bounty hunters, he’s death he has to collect your soul you said from under him.

Getting up the guy kicked you to the side and kept running.

“Well I’m not gonna let death have my soul today”! He yelled as you held your shoulder.

“Fuck that hurt for a guy with heart failure he can kick pretty hard”. You said as death helped you up.

“Stay here I’ll get him amor”. Muerte said giving you a quick kiss on your shoulder.

Not to far up ahead the guy hid and waited to jump onto deaths back.

“Alright amigo your not gonna live for much longer so why don’t you just give it up”. Death said not aware about the guy who was about to jump on his back.

“Never lobo”! He yelled and muerte yelped out for a second as he felt hands grip his fur pulling him backwards.

Elbowing the guy death turned to the guy on the ground.

“Amor”. Death said and you popped out of no where beside him.

“Check him off”. Death said, “are you and that cunt together or something?”

A cocky voice coming from the man and murete growled before killing him.

You simply grabbed your pencil and checked his name off.

“Finally he’s gone”. You said murete turned back to you some blood on his poncho.

You grimaced, “I’m gonna have to wash that for you my love”. You commented placing a kiss on his cheek.

He only grinned and wrapped his arms around you the rain pouring once more.

“That makes both of us”.

You chuckled at his joke and walked your hand in his paw going home.

[violetduchess]

A flower For Death

¤ Death x reader

Note: I'm sorry to the lovely a anon who requested this. Tumblr ate your ask and my writing.😞

The sun was setting behind the mountains, casting a warm, golden glow over the peaceful meadow where Lobo and you sat. The soft grass tickled your legs as you both looked out at the endless expanse of greenery before them. Lobo, as always, was dressed in his usual black robes, his face hidden behind his hood. You, on the other hand, wore a simple white dress, your hair flowing in the gentle breeze.

For a moment, there was silence between you as you both took in the serene atmosphere. Then, you spoke up.

"I have something for you," you said, pulling a handful of colorful wildflowers from beside you. With deft fingers, you began to weave the stems together, creating a delicate flower crown.

Lobo watched you work, his clawed fingers resting on his knees. He had never seen someone make something like this for him before. Lobo was used to being feared and avoided, not cherished ( not that he minded it much.)

You finished your creation, and with a gentle smile, you reached up and placed the flower crown on Lobo's head.

"There," you said, admiring your handiwork. "You look beautiful."

Lobo was stunned. He had never been called beautiful before. He tentatively reached up and touched the flowers, feeling the soft petals between his fingers.

You noticed Lobo's hesitation and took his hand, guiding it to the crown. "You deserve something beautiful," you said softly. "Just because you're Death doesn't mean you can't enjoy the simple things in life."

Lobo looked at you, his hood falling back slightly to reveal his wolfish face. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

The two of you sat in silence once again, Lobo still wearing the flower crown. As the night grew darker, the stars began to twinkle above you. You pointed up at the sky, identifying constellations and telling stories of ancient myths.

Lobo listened intently, his usual stoic expression softening. He had never spent time with a human like this before. It was almost... nice.

As the night drew on, you grew tired. Lobo stood up and offered his furred hand to help you up. You accepted, and as you walked back to your home, Lobo kept the flower crown on, feeling a sense of peace he had never experienced before.

The next day, you returned to the meadow, bringing with you a picnic basket filled with sandwiches and lemonade. Lobo was waiting for you, sitting cross-legged in the grass with his flower crown still on his head.

You spent the day talking and laughing, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Lobo found himself enjoying your company more than he ever thought possible.

As the sun began to set once again, you pulled out a small camera and asked if you could take a picture of him wearing the flower crown. Lobo was hesitant, but eventually agreed.

You snapped a few pictures, the flash illuminating the darkening sky. Turning around the camera, you showed Lobo the pictures on the small screen, and he was surprised to see that he looked... happy. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

Eventually, you had to leave, but before you did, you leaned in and gave Lobo a soft kiss on the cheek. Lobo was taken aback, but as you walked away, he found himself reaching up and touching the spot where your lips had met his cheek.

As Lobo sat alone in the meadow, his flower crown still on his head, he realized that he didn't want to be alone anymore. He wanted to spend more time with you, to feel the happiness and peace that came with your presence.

"See you soon, Y/N."

End~

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[thetinygentledoggy]

Rose Thorn In His Side

A/N Hey! This is gonna be my first fanfic ever, and kind of long so bare with me as I world-build. I get nervous thinking about posting this but my maladaptive daydreams just come up with the best material I have to type it out. This is gonna have some key points that I've entirely made up and doesn't exist in the TLW universe but hey, anything to make the story flow yeah? Lastly, this is Fem!Rabbit (medium-sized)(Y/N Ramirez)x Death(Lobo)

conejita = bunny (fem)

if there are spelling errors feel free to alert me! enjoy ☆

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Chapter One: Table 7a.

'I am definitely a morning person.'

You thought to yourself as the sunlight from your bedroom window basically blinded you. You sighed, it must be 10am. You always woke up at 10am. No alarm needed, somehow your body knew what awaited it and got itself up without much help.

'I am absolutely a morning person.'

You tried to convince yourself as you stretched and felt all of the stiffness from sleep crackled and popped itself away. You finally summoned the energy to stand and immediately a shiver shot up from your feet to your head. The floor was ice cold, making you want to jump back into the sunny warmth of your bed. But instead, with a heavy sigh you treaded forward into your bathroom. You splashed warm water on your face and when you did you realized your face was cold as well, and the water felt nice. You let the water form a shallow pool in your hands and gently placed your face there.

'Maybe you really are a morning person.'

The thought crossed your mind only to be quickly interrupted by the sound of loud knocking on your front door.

You hastily patted your face dry and rushed to the door to see your long-time friend, Mateo standing there, looking more guilty than a murderer in Church.

"Don't be mad-" he started before you cut him off with a whiny retort.

"Noo Mateo don't do this to me pleasee." You begged, trying to avoid the inevitable B.S you knew was gonna come out of Mateo's mouth.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but Diego got hammered last night and he's really sick this morning, I even went over to check, just to make sure he wasn't lying and the poor kid is throwing up chunks. There's no way he can work, can you pleaaase work a double, por favorrr."

You sighed, knowing that you were definitely going to cover for him, but you were absolutely going to complain to yourself about it all morning.

"I am NOT a morning person, Mateo...but fine. I will come in, give me an hour and I'll be there and before you ask, sí, you do owe me, as well as Diego."

"Wait what, I'm just the messeng-" Mateo blurted before being interrupted with a playful "Adíos" and the door being shut in his face.

While getting ready to start your work day hours earlier than usual you cursed everything under the sun.

Curse your anxiety for making it so you would work at the same bar for 6 years, too afraid of new settings and people to ever try and get another job.

Curse Deigo for not knowing his drinking limits, forcing you to come in early instead of following your usual morning routine that you clung to so tightly.

Curse your need for control over your life, making you feel so overwhelmed and anxious when simple things like covering for a coworker occurs unexpectantly.

Curse life for being so difficult all the time.

Curse death too because if you were immortal you wouldn't have to worry about any of this at all.

You chuckled at your mini rant in your head before heading off to work at the bar that's been somewhat of a second home to you.

When you arrived at the bar, you took your usual position behind the counter, setting up your work area with clean glasses and making sure your kegs were ready. Your boss, Maria, placed a hand on your shoulder making you jump.

"Hola Y/N! Sorry to call you in like this, I know you already were gonna work the night shift but idiot one, Mateo, spent the after hours taking shots with idiot two, Diego, knowing he's a lightweight so, here we are, your lunch is on me today okay?" She gave you a reassuring smile before zipping away to take care of her duties.

You caught Mateo cleaning a table across the room and you shot him the coldest dirty look you could muster. No wonder he looked so nervous this morning, he was the main culprit. Mateo mouthed a pitiful "Sorry...love you!" while making a heart shape with his hands before running away out of your view into a backroom.

You sighed, and decided that you were going to try and make today a good day. At least at work you can escape your head. No room to overthink when you have to think about orders and drink making and cleaning tables.

Looking at a wall clock that read 11:34am, you decided to get lost in your work.

To your appreciation, the earlier work day went by fast. You saw the usual customers with their usual tales and problems and met a few newcomers who were just happy to see the bottom of a glass.

Checking the time again, it read 1:39am.

'Last call is at 2am, if I go fast I can be outta here by 3am.' You thought to yourself while drying some shot glasses.

Most of your coworkers bid you goodnight a while ago, they were lucky enough to only have one shift. You were left with Gabriella, a nice girl with good street smarts, and Maria, your ever so loving boss.

Gabriella bumped her hip into yours with a tired but happy smile on her face. She was always a bit of a space invader but she also was the first person to check in on you most times as well as defending you from customers who got a bit belligerent after too many drinks. So, you didn't mind her touchiness.

"Hanging in there Y/N? We're almost done! I'm ready for a nice hot bath tonight." she said while she picked up a few glasses, helping you get them clean.

"I'm definitely tired. When I see Mateo and Diego again they're never gonna hear the end of it....like...ever. I will haunt them in the afterlife, just watch Gabi, just watch."

Gabriella laughed before greeting Maria who then came behind the counter and got very close to you and Gabriella.

"Alright ladies, mira mira, table 7a.-"

You glanced up at the table that sat in the back corner of the bar, there sat a hooded figure, so tall they looked like they would tower over you even while sitting. You couldn't make out much of the figures face, except for a nose and mouth that definitely belongs to a wolf.

You were a little unsettled by them, afterall, if they wanted a late night drink, shouldn't they have approached the bar? Why sit in the dark, and why not speak to the bartender..? Are they looking for trouble?

Your thoughts were interrupted with the rest of Maria's sentence.

"He called me over, said he wants a Black Russian, I've got to count the drawers for the night so you two handle that..and be extra kind to him..seems like he's in a bad mood..."

Maria looks up at you both with a hint of concern in her eyes.

"If he causes trouble..call the coppers first...then me..kay'?"

Both you and Gabriella were a bit taken aback by Maria's request.

'Did he really give her that bad of a vibe?' you thought before returning your glance to the hooded figure. He now was looking up, and straight at all three of you. He had piercing red eyes that seemed illuminated no matter the lighting. You could swear you saw a small sinister grin on his face as he stared intently. You suddenly felt so uneasy, and unsafe. Your heart quickened its pace so you forced yourself to look away. Maria had apparently already left and you turned your head to see Gabriella caught in the same petrified state you were in.

"Gabi-" you started only to be cut off by her somewhat shaky voice. She snapped her head to look you in the eyes.

"Y/N, I'll wash the dishes, wipe the tables, sweep the floors and even prepare the kegs for tomorrow. But I'm not serving him."

"Gabi, you don't have to do all tha-"

Gabriella took another glance at the hooded figure and whatever she saw made her have visible goosebumps.

"I'll start now." She chirped quickly before dashing into the backroom.

You looked back at table 7a, and now there was no mistaking it. He was smiling. A bit wider than he was before as well. He found something funny, and for some reason, that gave you the same goosebumps Gabriella had.

You didn't want to trigger an anxiety attack, which were at times unfortunately frequent for you, so you figured you would just make his drink, the quicker you can get this stranger out of here, the better.

His drink...

.......

His drink....

'What the hell did he order again???'

You cursed yourself for forgetting what Maria said he wanted. You cursed this strangers intense gaze for erasing all of the thoughts from your head. Maria kept her office locked while counting money, and there was no way Gabriella remembered since she never had the intention of serving him anyway.

You were gonna have to ask him.

'Shit.'

You grabbed your little notebook and pen from behind the counter before hesitantly making your way to table 7a.

You tried to keep your eyes down at the floor but you did glance up while making your way over and confirmed your suspicion that this wolf was staring you down all the way to his table. It left this ball of uneasiness in the pit of your stomach. You took a big but quiet breath in as you approached his table.

"Hola señor, I'll be serving you tonight, could you please remind me what your order was again?" You prayed your unease didn't show in your tone as you put on your best customer serving voice.

The wolf said nothing for a few seconds, staring at you with a smile that maybe would seem friendly on anyone else but him. Those seconds felt like an eternity as you took the time to see his face up close. His fur was white, with a dark mask like pattering over his eyes leading all the way down his snout. Despite the ghastly hood that might have suggested otherwise, his fur looked soft. You admittedly thought about what it would feel like to touch it. You concluded that on closer inspection, he was a bit handsome.

"A Black Russian." His voice interrupted your shameless thoughts. His voice was deep, smooth and cold and had the inflection like he thought something was just a bit comical.

"Of course, coming right up." You quickly spun yourself around and sped walked away back to the safety of the counter.

In practically no time, the Black Russian was made. This time while walking back to the table you made sure to keep your eyes down. You wondered when the last time someone even ordered a Black Russian was.

When you reached his table, you desperately didn't want to meet his eyes again, they made you feel like you were frozen in place, staring hopelessly at something that looked like it kinda wanted to eat you. So instead you focused your sight on your hand placing the drink on the table, trying again to hide your uneasiness.

All the while, Death, unbeknownst to you, was having a bit of a fun time watching you. The way you had tapped your pen nervously on your notepad, the way you bounced from one foot to the other, biting your lower lip and desperately trying to avoid eye contact. And he especially took notice of the way your tail twitched now and again. He knew he made you unbelievably unnerved and you wanted nothing more than to escape the situation. And yet there you were, taking his order with the shakiest smile ever. You could've cowardly escaped to the backroom like your friend but you didn't. You endured his unsettling gaze and he admittedly loved every moment of it.

"Will that be all..it's the last call so.." Your voice finally gave in and you couldn't hide your uncomfortability towards the end of your sentence.

He decided he was having more fun than he planned to, and he wasn't finished torturing you yet. He licked his lips, and you took a shameful amount of interest in the size of his teeth and the way his tongue rolled over them.

"Actually, I meant to order a White Russian. Would you mind.." He looked up at you, giving a smirk that didn't hide his devious amusement.

It took you a second to find your train of thought.

"Right, a White Russian..so cream then, I'll be right back." you chirped before retreating once again to your counter.

While fetching the cream needed for his drink, Maria finally left the safety of the office, she had her coat on, so you guessed she was ready to leave. She glanced over to the wolf, before turning her gaze back onto you.

"Any trouble out of that one?"

Truthfully, despite feeling as though you wanted to run for the hills during your entire interaction with him, and having a hunch that you will never forget those daggers he has for eyes. He wasn't actually guilty of anything other than looking like serial killer. You couldn't truthfully claim he did anything worth being labeled trouble.

"No, he um, just wanted a White Russian instead." you stated while motioning with the small pitcher of cream in your hand. Maria breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, well Gabi seemed a little sick when I saw her last in the back so I sent her home, she didn't get to wipe the tables so that and locking up are your final tasks for the night. It's raining pretty hard so try and find a spare umbrella in the back. Night Y/N." Maria then made her way out of the back exit. Leaving you and the wolf in the bar alone.

. . .

Oh right, his White Russian.

You spun around to see him tapping his claw on the table. Guess you took too long, he no longer seemed as amused.

You zipped to his table, while simultaneously trying not to spill any cream. When you approached him he immediately startled you with his voice.

"Any longer and the ice would've melted..and I thought rabbits were meant to be fast." He gave a deep half chuckle.

You were almost offended at his comment, there wasn't a need for stereotypes, after all you could say a lot about him being a big scary wolf. Suddenly, you had newly sprung courage bubble up in you. You poured the cream carefully and decided to speak up.

"If you had ordered the right drink the first go around you wouldn't have to wait Señor Lobo. We all can't be perfect."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you desperately wanted to swallow them back up. Hesitantly, you peeked up at the wolf. For a second you thought you might've saw a surprised expression on his face before quickly being replaced by one of devious amusement once again. He gave a deep hearty laugh before downing his drink and licking his lips. You cursed yourself for focusing on his mouth so much.

He then abruptly stuck out his paw with a grin.

You hesitantly placed your hand in his and gave a small shake.

"Death." he spoke as he tilted his head slightly, not letting go of your hand.

"What? Wait like, that's your name or..are you wishing it on me?" You asked giving a fake chuckle, hoping that he wasn't actually wishing death on you.

"That's my name. And yours is?" He still held your hand, it was strangely cold for someone who was covered in so much fur.

"Y/N..Ramirez." You gave a small smile before gently trying to pull your hand back only for him to hold it tighter for a second longer before letting go.

You hadn't really thought too deeply into his name, you've met a lot of folks with all sorts of unique names, some they were given, others they came up with themselves. If anything, his name suited him well. You couldn't imagine if he had a name like..José or Luis.

"Well, Death..the bar is now closed and I've just got these tables to clean before locking up. It was..nice meeting you and I hope you come again." You gave him the same spiel you gave every new customer.

"Of course, enjoy the rest of your evening, Y/N," He said smoothly. You nodded and reached into your servers belt to fish out his receipt.

However, when you looked up to give it to him, he was gone, and on the table was a pile of gold coins that were worth more than what one lousy White Russian would cost.

You looked around in confusion as you didn't comprehend how he could've gotten past you without making a sound. Or how he could've left through the front doors without ringing the bells at the top. You shook your head as you realized how tired you were. You scooped up the coins and left them on Maria's desk for tomorrow, after that you wiped the tables down and let your mind wander as you locked all the doors and windows of the bar.

You initially thought that Death's encounter with you would leave you with nightmarish memories of his red eyes and chilling demeanor. Instead, however, you kept thinking about all the wrong things.

You thought about how you liked his fur, and how soft it looked.

You like his scent, it reminded you of how it smells right after it rains.

You liked the way he talked, deep, smooth, and confident.

You liked the way his tongue glossed over his large teeth..and the way your hand felt in his..

You forcefully ejected yourself from your embarrassing thoughts as you locked the front door and stepped into the hard rain.

'Right. Maria did say it was raining and I did not grab an umbrella. What a damn idiot am I.'

You sighed deeply, preparing yourself for the 15 minute soaking wet walk you were gonna have to take home. You only got a couple paces in the direction of your home before you stopped in your tracks.

'Ah, I was right. I didn't forget those eyes.'

You thought to yourself as you immediately recognized Death's illuminated red eyes in the shadow of a tree not too far from where you stood. Hesitantly, you called out to him.

"...Death?"

Instantly, he emerged from the shadows, chuckling to himself as he approached you.

"Bien, conejita, muy bien. You have good awareness."

For some reason, you made a mental note to remember his compliment to you.

"Were you out here waiting for me?" you asked as he finally got within a few feet of you. It was then you truly realized how big he was. You weren't as small as other rabbits in your family, in fact you kinda considered yourself tall for a rabbit and yet, your head only came up to his chest, forcing you to lift your head up to look at him.

"Sí, it's raining hard and you have no umbrella. So I'll be a gentleman and lend you this."

Suddenly the hard pellets of rain no longer battered down on you, you blinked and realized, Death no longer had on his poncho, instead, it was on you.

You felt your cheeks and ears burn red with embarrassment.

"Ah, gracías.." You focused your sight on the ground as you found it too hard to face him in that moment.

"No problem, though of course you can't keep it..we are strangers after all, sí?"

'Oh right. Well then he'll have to take it back...after I get home.....Oh.'

You then realized what he was implying. He was gonna walk you home, you felt your cheeks and ears burn even hotter, and for a second you wanted to feel the rain on your face to cool you down.

"Right, well just this way then.." you trailed off as you began picking your pace back up in the correct direction.

While you focused your gaze on the ground out of shyness, Death focused his gaze on you.

He admittedly wasn't entirely sure why he was out here, walking some bunny to her home in the rain. He only meant to stop in for a quick drink after a long day. He mentally flipped through reasons that led him to be here, chauffeuring a little rabbit home.

He found you interesting, he liked the effect he had on you, specifically.

He had a strong effect on practically everyone. The running, screaming, pleading, fighting back kind of effect.

But on you, there was a push and pull. He noticed the way you couldn't be still under his gaze, how when given the chance you practically scattered to the comfort of the counter away from his table...but he also noticed the way you had unconsciously grazed your thumb over his paw when you shook hands... and the way your breath hitched when he leaned in too close. He chalked up his interest to wanting answers for this strange behavior and figured a quick chat on the way to your home would be all he needed to satisfy his curiosity.

....Plus, he enjoyed the way you had to keep pulling up his poncho because it was much too big for you. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

"It's just past this uphill, not too far." You interrupted his thoughts. Your voice shaky, but this time not from uneasiness, instead, you found yourself very, very cold. Despite his poncho covering most of your body, it wasn't thick enough to not be eventually soaked in the relentless rain.

The shivering as well as the now slippery uphill walk slowed your pace greatly. Death, who was already making an effort to not speed past you with his naturally longer strides now had to come almost to a complete stop. He watched you helplessly attempt to conquer a small hill.

He didn't want to spend this much time on this little side quest of his. Shaking his head, he decided there was no other option.

He swiftly got close behind you and scooped you up bridal style into his arms. You screamed out in surprise as you found yourself suddenly looking up at Death, and the cloudy night sky, with rain more gently now, hitting your face. Death looked annoyed as he moved his mouth dangerously close to your ear.

"Hush now, conejita, you're starting to become more of a burden than you're worth." he whispered in your ear.

Offended, you scowled and looked away from him.

'It wasn't like I asked you to walk me home.' You thought to yourself as you begrudgingly let Death carry you in his arms, wishing you were home already in your warm bed.

Death looked down at you, seeing your hurt expression made him upset. He truthfully didn't mean to come across as rude as he did. The whole reason he's even here right now was to talk to you. Strangely for him, he regretted his comment and tried to change the subject.

"How long have you worked at the bar?" He asked plainly.

"Six and a half years, 17 days and 14 hours but hey who's counting." You grinned at your joke. You honestly did love working at the bar, despite all of the challenges it can present you.

Death nodded before carrying on.

"So then, you've seen many different kinds of people. What do you think of them?"

You gave your answer thought before speaking, humming while you did so.

"Ahh, most people are fun. They just want to let loose and chat everyone's head off. That, or they are looking for some comfort in drinking. Either way, I've had no real problems with most of the customers. I just do my best to give them what they need."

The rain has now come to a light sprinkle, the cold air pushed against you, making you want to retreat into the fur of this large wolf, but you refrained, not wanting to cross a line.

Death hummed in response and then there was a silence. You closed your eyes and focused on the crunch of the leaves under Death's feet as he carried you to home.

You could faintly hear his breathing, calm and steady despite just overcoming the uphill in the rain. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest combined with the sway of the walk was just the break you needed after such a long day.

Death's voice broke the silence.

"And what do you make of me."

Although it was a question, Death said it like he it was more of a thought to himself, as if he already knew the answer and was just thinking out loud.

You took even longer to answer this time.

"I think you must have it hard, with your appearance being so...unnerving. But you're a good guy I think. Plus, when you get a good look, you look kinda handsome. So cheer up, and don't be so down, you don't have to be the big bad wolf, you can be whatever you want."

You decided to answer honestly as you saw your cottage not too far away. And it's not like you'll ever see this guy again, so who cares if you say something just a bit embarrassing.

Suddenly, Death placed you gently onto your feet and removed his poncho from you.

You turned to look at him, hoping your honesty didn't tick him off. Death stared off at something else. This time he was the one avoiding eye contact.

"You're home, rabbit." He said as he put his poncho back on himself, seemingly unbothered by how cold and wet it was.

You turned to see your cottage just a few paces ahead of you.

"Ah thank you, be safe on your travels."

He paused, still glaring into the void.

"You too conejita, I don't want to see you too soon."

Before you could ask him what that last part meant, you blinked and he vanished. And somehow, with his departure, the air felt warmer.

That night, after a much needed shower and dinner, you laid in your bed with your head full of nothing but the wolf from the bar.

You wished on every star you could see from your window that he wasn't just a passersby.

That you might get to see Death again.

You drifted off to sleep, with dreams of Death filling your head.

.....

Not far from your home, Death sat against a tree. Your words replaying in his mind. He ruffled the fur on the top of his head with a heavy sigh.

He knew he couldn't leave you alone after that.

End of chapter one.

[fawism]

Phases Of You

A little sneak peek of my WIP— I swear it's not angst(real)

Tags: death x reader, parallels, contrasts, deep longing​​​​​​, forever bound together by the cycle that is life and death, you're constantly reincarnated into multiple facets, but death never forgets the outline of your soul, totally not a soulmates thing * I may also pub on ao3 because wtf the last time I'm on there there was literally NO death x reader fic 😕

You're here again.

He raised his head, sniffing lightly. As soon as Death recognized the familiar pattern in the air, he breathed out a long sigh. Looming over everyone amidst the building's shadows, his eyes soon landed at your form who seemingly ducked from across a market's fruit stand. Judging from the way you peeked from behind the table together with a hooded cape covering half of your features, much like his, it was clear that you were trying to lose a certain group of individuals. 

And he could already pinpoint who by the amount of royal guards dashing past through him, charging at the bustling streets in pursuit of their escaped target. 

"Where's your highness?!"

"Not again!" 

"They couldn't have gotten that far!" 

Death scoffed at the unfolding scene, his gaze shifting into amusement as they barged their way through the crowd, completely missing your hiding spot.

So you were born into nobility.

Good for you. 

The last time you had mentioned something along the lines of hoping to be more fortunate with your next life, you were but a young commoner then. You got by everyday through the means of letting the spreading garden outside your lands flourish. And you were good at what you did that the village folk regularly flocked for your goods. You've always crafted and tended to them with great care after all, Death could tell, notably with the souvenir you had dearly imparted him in that lifetime. 

A pink carnation. 

It was foolish, for someone to offer him a thing so delicate that could wither in his touch. 

(The petals were kept away safe, surprisingly staying intact despite its age.)

Still, out of all your paths he had the dis​​​​pleasure of clashing fates with, it was in this moment where Death deemed you most worthy by how you spent your days to the fullest compared to the those who put very little value in theirs. 

It's why he never understood the appeal of that one silly dream of yours. He believed you were already blessed with much more than those sitting idly on their thrones and wasting away inside their high castles. 

Wealth, of course, came in different forms. 

And so Death told you it was stupid thinking, his usual spat when it came to your absurdist of ideas, which were honestly plentiful in your brief periods of living.

"Why does it matter? Kings and queens and peasants— you're all going to meet the same end someday." 

His bitter tone was dismissed by a snort of disbelief. "Geez, you talk so dark," you commented, shaking your head. 

You often found yourself wondering how indeed you managed to strike an unlikely friendship with such a brooding cloud of a bounty hunter.

He, on the other hand, liked to think that you were able to entice him with your humble presence and a warm welcome home whenever he was at the area to fetch some sorry fool who grated his nerves. 

Gently picking at the stems of your morning harvest, you broke into a half-hearted smile. "If I'm lucky, maybe I'll even find you first next time." 

"You won't," he responded, voice low yet so sure, like this was a common topic between the two of you. His answer would remain the same. "But I will."

Death always did.

[gabyscafe]

I have a quest,and I would really like that you could do it because the stories you have mede of Deathxreader attracted me:

Death has a nightmare about the reader and when he wakes up, She will be there to comfort him. I leave the rest to your imagination.

I like how you write by the way. English is not my main language either, and I really enjoy your stories

༺Nightmare[Death x Reader]༻

Thank you for the request! <3

Y/n can be a (medium size) animal if you want!

The reader will be in the female.

Hope you enjoy! ♡

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The day was cloudy, Y/n was been sick for the past three months, and Death doesn't know what to do anymore... Doesn't matter what kind of medicines she take, her weakness just don't pass.

One day, Death came back to his home with Y/n, but then she started to cough a lot of blood. He immediately picked her up and put in the bed, so he runs to the kitchen bring the medicine and a glass of water, but when he comes back, he smelled something a very familiar... Something that he likes to call... The smell of death...

When someone or something are about to die, they exhale a odor that only one the reaper could feel...

Death walk next to her bed and with his head down, he put the water and the medicine on the table. "Hey... Everything is okay? " Y/n ask putting her hand on his face, but he didn't say anything. "Oh... I see..." She rubbed her thumb on his cheek, and with her last strength, she kissed his head. And then, Y/n pick up Death's sickles and put on his hands.

He finally look up at her, and for the first time Y/n seems Death crying, "I... *sniff*...I don't want to... ", "well... sadly it's your job..." She rest her back in the bed "You... You will have to take my life, Death... " Death was already tearing up silenty "Mi Amor... Please don't do this to me... ", " you will have to reaper me... ", " Y/n please... ".

"...ath... Death!... Death!! " The Lobo finally open his eyes, finding Y/n on the top of him trying to make he wake up. "Oh my, I was getting worried! " He sits on the bed and look Y/n in front of him, " are you okay? You was hyperventilating and... And I heard you cry, what happen? " .

Then Death finally noticed, Y/n was there! no sickness, no blood, nothing just Y/n good and healthy. "Por Dios, you got me scared! " She put both of her hand on his cheeks, he sigh in relief and putting his hands on hers. Then she notice, Death had a nightmare. She hugged him and started to rubbed his head. "Ssh... Everything is okay now", he take a deep breath and hugged her back "Si... Everything is... Perfect now... "

They stayed like this for about five minutes, then Death suggest to they both drink a cup of hot milk, before they go back to sleep, and Y/n agreed.

"What had you dreaming by the way?" She ask picking the milk, while he picked the cups.

"Something really... Really scary... " he sit on the chair "I see, it must be something really scary to scare even death!" She put the milk in the pan and put in the stove heating up.

"Si... Era muy asustador... "

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Mi amor = my love

Por Dios! = my god!

Si = yes

Ers muy asustador = it was really scary

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Hope you guys like it! Sorry for any mistake, english it's not my first language.

And see you guys next time! ~☕🌺💖