#puss in boots x reader

[dxvilhand]

someone PLEASE make a yandere death x reader; I would eat that shit up like a starving woman on death row. he SCREAMS big yandere or just a possessive fuck that wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt a single baby hair on his darling.👁️🫦👁️

[asmallpinkfan3]

Will this help? Although for humans, wolves are able to swallow their whole head.

Ohhh thank you<333 It’s actually kinda of cute ngl.

Death glomping his s/o cause he could not resist the urge.

Warnings: reader head being in deaths mouth? Slobber. Just fluff over all, also reader joking about making death sleep outside.

It was Sunday and you decided to clean the house. You were just washing the dishes, you didn’t know where muerte was.

Looking down at the ground after washing dishes you saw some grey fur, “damnit muerte why the hell is there fur down here”? You asked yourself picking the hair up.

The air shifted as if someone was watching you, turning you felt something on your head and the air suddenly changed from the cleaning product you used to a slightly musty smell. “What the fuck”?

You said though it was muffled and a sudden vibration that sounded like a chuckle hit your entire head. “Oh come on muerte glomping seriously”?! You yelled and he removed his mouth from your head. “I couldn’t resist the urge, I had to you had it coming anyway”. He said with a grin and you sighed, suddenly some liquid ran down you face. “If you slobbered on me I’m gonna kick you out tonight”. You stated with a face of slight annoyance.

“I didn’t”? He says in a slightly higher voice and puts his paws up. Your wet hair said otherwise.

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

There Was an Attempt:

A Day Out

[Death/ Muerte (Puss in Boots) x Immortal! Reader

(I'm back! I just finished finals and I'm glad I finally get to have some proper sleep, so here's a slightly longer fic as a celebration)

It was another busy day in the market today, it seemed. With people bustling around in packed groups as they looked from stall to stall, it almost seemed difficult to get through the crowd. But she’s had years of practice, and this busy market day was like any other busy day she’s ever had. 

  Gliding through the crowd with ease, she was able to get to the stall she had been looking for, a grin tugging on her lips in victory.

  “Glad to see you again, señora!”

  “You know I can’t resist the sweetest apples in the market!” She winked at the vendor from under the hood of her cloak, who laughed and gave a wave as he turned to handle another customer. Plucking one of the bright red apples from the stall and rolling it around in her hand, she places a few on the basket, about to call out to the vendor to pay when a familiar voice rumbled next to her ear.

  “Don’t move. Don’t talk. Or at least don’t look up at me when you talk. Just don’t make it obviou--”

  “Yeah, yeah I get it,” she hissed under her breath, glaring to her left where he was ducked to her height before turning her attention back to the vendor, who still seemed to be busy handling the other customers than worrying about her. She shifts her gaze back to Muerte, who she couldn’t really see because of her hood. “Now what are you doing here? I never really see you outside the bar…” she turns to check the vendor again. Still looking away. “Or in the morning.”

  Though she couldn’t see him, she could almost hear and feel the grin that tugged up his lips. “Are you already sick of seeing me all the time?”

  “No,” she grinned, finally turning to look at him. “Just weird seeing your stupid face in this much light.” Flicking his nose, she turns to call out to the vendor, Muerte holding his nose as he grumbles under his breath, waiting for her to finish paying. 

  When she turns to head to the next stall, having to squeeze through the crowd of people and dodging a few running children along the way, he was still following her, and it didn’t take a minute or two until she finally mustered up the courage to speak.

  “So why are you here?” She paused, turning to look at the people to see if they were looking at her.When the coast was clear, she turned to look up at Muerte, who seemed to be faring quite just as well in the crowd as much as she was. “Did someone die nearby? Or did you just miss me?”

  Muerte exhales through his nose, amused. “No, I’m actually… protecting… someone.” 

  He was turning his head as if searching through the crowd, and his words caught her interest. 

  “‘Protecting’?” She parroted, but Muerte turned to another direction, almost losing him in the crowd if he hadn’t been taller than most of the people among them. 

  “Hey!” She called out in slight offense, not bothering with his rules as she pushed back against the crowd to get to him faster, angering a couple of people along the way who cursed and yelled as she went. He was hunched on one of the stalls, looking through the wonderful smelling baked goods that were lined in front of him, most the customers (especially the vendor) cowering in the corner at the sight of him.

  Well, guess they weren’t being discreet anymore.

  Blowing out a frustrated breath, she walks up to his side, giving an apologetic glance to the vendor. 

  “Protecting?” She repeats, actually considering buying some bread as the wonderful smell hits her nose. Guess she didn’t mind having a snack or so later on while reading. “I never thought you as the type.”

  “I’m not,” He replied, paying the shaking vendor with what he owes and grabbing the bagful of pastries he had bought. Which was, surprisingly, quite a lot. “But she’s important, and anything that happens to her would have dire consequences.”

  He turns to leave, much to the vendor’s relief, and she curses under her breath, quickly paying for the pastries she had placed on her basket before running to catch up to him. Just what was the point of  walking with her if he was going to keep leaving her in the first place? 

  “Slow down! Geez, it’s like you can’t wait up or something.” She grumbles, taking one of the bread from her basket and taking a bite out. “If this person is that important, then what the hell is she doing out here?”

  “Because she’s one hell of a stubborn doe.”

  He places a hand on her shoulder, ushering her through the crowd before she could react and leading her towards a clear field, empty and quiet, save for the doe that sat amongst the flowers and grass, humming a calming tune to herself as she weaved a flower crown.

  “Oh stars,” she breathed out, the realization crashing down on her.  “Is that--?”

  “Vida,” Muerte confirmed, then turned to her in a slight glare. “Don’t flirt. Trust me, we’ll never hear the end of it again.”

  A mischievous grin tugged up her lips. “Who says I’ll be flirting with you?” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips at the look of disbelief and slight offense that crossed his face.

  “Muerte?” Vida’s voice broke through, and she froze in embarrassment at the thought of Vida hearing what she had said, feeling her cheeks slightly tingling as Muerte laughed at the look on her face. 

  “It’s me,” Muerte hums, being the first to walk towards the doe. “I brought you what you asked.” He lifts his hand that holds the bag full of pastries. “And an additional guest, if you don’t mind.”

  “Of course not!” Vida’s ears perked and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of (Y/n) walking behind the towering wolf, pushing herself to her feet and immediately running towards her. “Oh look at you! Such a small thing! Come, come! Sit!” Vida ushers her towards the small picnic blanket that she must’ve set up earlier.

  “Thank you,” (Y/n) hummed, Muerte sitting in between her and Vida with a small secret glare. She scrunches her nose up at him, then turns to Vida with an exhausted huff. “He’s very nice, isn’t he?”

  Taking note of the sarcasm in her voice, Vida laughs with a snort, covering her mouth as she did so. “Oh he’s always been that way.” She starts, grabbing a pastry from the bag as Muerte rolls his eyes with a huff.

  “But you must be (Y/n)! Oh, Muerte has told me a lot about you!”

  That was a surprise. 

  “Oh?” She raised her brows up, mouth formed in a small ‘o’ as she couldn’t form the proper words to say.

  “Vida,” Muerte warns, stopping midway from sharpening one of his sickles as he gives her a glare. 

  “He does,” Vida continues with a teasing grin, much to Muerte’s clear dismay as he brings a hand up to his eyes with a groan. “As well as your… current predicament.” 

   “My..? Oh,” she rubs the back of her neck, “Well? Do you know how I got it? Maybe… you made a mistake?” Her voice shook lightly as she spoke, not knowing what Vida’s reaction would be if she had outright suggested a mistake in her making. To her relief, Vida simply gave her an apologetic smile and shook her head.

  “No, I don’t. And neither of us could smell a curse on you, either, so it’s not that. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s fine. I have a long life to figure it out.” (Y/n) grins. “You think Muerte will stick around?”

  “Well, he already talks quite fondly of you at home, so he might.” Vida grins, looking up at the wolf as she takes a bite out of the pastries, Muerte letting out another groan in the background.

  “Vida!”

  The next few hours or so went by just like that. With Vida oftentimes trying to embarrass Muerte that he threatened to leave the both of them here if they kept at it. At some point, Vida had shown her how to weave the flower crowns she was doing earlier, and they had fun trying to chase Muerte into wearing them (which after a few minutes of running around and begging, he finally sat down and agreed, though he had a sour look on his face the entire time with his arms crossed above his chest and a small pout on his lips).

  “Oh don’t be such a baby,” (Y/n) grins, reaching up to his head to place the crown on his head, his ears tilted back as he grumbled. She leans slightly backwards to get a better look at him, a proud smile on her lips. “See! You look so much better now—it adds some color to you.”

  He reaches up to the crown on his head, and she immediately smacks it away before he could even think of removing it.

  “Don’t take it off! I made that with my bare hands, you know!”

  “I do, I saw you just now.” He huffed, then turned to watch Vida as she interacted with some of the woodland animals that had strolled in earlier. (Y/n) watches her too, a small smile tugging up her lips.

  “She’s very nice,” she plucks a flower up from the ground, twirling it in between her fingers.

  “Too nice. It’s going to get her killed out here.”

  “Well I’m glad she has you to protect her all the time,”

  Muerte turns to her, an unexpected soft look on his face.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah,” she shrugged. “I mean, have you seen you? You can frighten anyone with those eyes.”

  “But not you?”

  She hums, “No, not really.”

  “Why not?” He turned back to check if Vida was okay, and found her basically making each and every animal that came near her a flower crown.

  “Because there’s nothing to be afraid of,” She smiles, looking up at him. “You’re beautiful, Muerte.”

  His breath hitched, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he turned away. 

  “I--” He starts, but the words were immediately lost in his tongue. He couldn’t bring himself to look back up at her, but he could hear her fuzzing with her basket as she leaned ever so slightly towards him to support her weight, close enough where he could feel her warmth against his arm.

  “Ah crap,” She cursed, Muerte finally turning to look at her as she rubs a hand down her face. “I just remembered I have to get to the bar early tomorrow. Corin has the flu and everybody else is busy.” She sighs, pushing herself up to her feet with the basket on her arm. “He’s not going to die from that, is he?”

  Muerte snickered, shaking his head. “No, from what I last saw he still has a pretty long life ahead of him.”

  She breathed out a sigh of relief, a hand to her chest. Turning to look at Vida, it seemed that she was still busy tending to the animals, and she didn’t really feel like walking over there and having them all skitter and run away. 

  “Tell her that I had a great time,” 

  Muerte pushes himself up to his feet. “I’m sure she already knows that,” He grins. (Y/n) remembers the flower crown on his head, a laugh pushing past her lips.

  “I still better see that flower crown the next time we see each other.”

  He lets out a groan of complaint. “You know I can’t wear this when I’m out collecting souls!”

  “Alright! Fine!” (Y/n) huffed, leaning up to her toes to try and grab the crown. Muerte immediately had his hands on her hips in case she lost balance, ducking down just the slightest. She takes the crown in her hands, then plucks one of the strands of lilac decorated along the edges of the flowers, tucking it into a slightly loose thread in his black poncho. “There, at least you still have a pop of color on you.”

  She backs away with a hesitant step, patting his hands and lightly prying him away, her skin tingling where the warmth of his palm had been. 

  He eyes the small flower for a second, a small chuckle pushing past his lips. It was better than the flower crown, he had to say that. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t fall off.”

  “You better.” She threatens teasingly, squinting her eyes and pointing a finger at him. He laughs, nodding his head and holding both his arms up in mock defense. 

  “I better go,” (Y/n) eyes the darkening sky, “See you next time at the bar?”

  Muerte hums. 

  “I’ll be there.”

(Vida heard all of that, she's definitely teasing y'all the next time you see one another)

[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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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Can you maybe do a oneshot for the Big Bad Wolf from the new Puss in Boots movie? He's just an amazing character, and weirdly attractive for a wolf...

A/n: Right ?! And that accent man 😂

Made it so the reader is the personification of life.

Also the reader is whatever your heart desires.

“You need to stop this love.”

Turning around, you smiled then titled your head to the side, a small dog in your hands wearing nothing but a dirty sock.

The voice was playful and you knew it meant nothing by it.

“Now where is the fun in that?” You teased turning away from the puppy as it started to get its bearings as you walked away. The train of your golden dress trailing behind you, with each step you took followers would bloom. “Besides we all know that you can not say no to me.”

A deep chuckle rang out as your love, something everyone seemed to fear appeared in from of you. Death reaching out to grasp you paw as he brought it to his muzzle giving it a gentle kiss. “Now that is true, how can I ever deny such beauty as life.”

Humming for a moment you placed your palm yo his cheek then up to his ear. “And what is life with out her love.”

People may have feared Death but with out Death then what is the meaning of life, no if anything they should fear you.

Because Life without Death meant nothing.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

An Altercation with Death

I’m going to start this by saying I’m not a furry… BUT I’M SIMPLY SIMPING FOR A WOLF, WTAF IS WRONG WITH ME… I recently watched PIBTLW and it was amazing! The animation, the story and most of all, Death stole the show.

Summary: You meet a mysterious new patron at the pub you work at when trouble strikes. Unfortunately, you have no clue how to thank this new hero of yours. I see you as a cute little babydoll sheep. TLDR: You get harassed at work and Death comes to save you.

Warnings: threats, some swearing, bad Spanish translations. I call Death mainly Muerte and Lobo (wolf in Spanish).

Part 1 |  Part 2

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You always believed you brought trouble.

It was said to you since you had been young, getting into trouble and mischief before you could even walk. Your parents were advocates for this: stating it to you and those of closeness, jokingly brushing aside the unluckiness you carried.

‘I swear our little Y/N just likes walking into trouble.’

Maybe you searched for it, or perhaps it searched for you. It came in altercations, near-death-like experiences, or just overall bad luck you carried that didn’t seem to bring any repercussions. Breaking things or being overall clumsy. It mattered little how hard you tried to be careful, your luck never seemed to leave you.

People whispered you were cursed, cursed with being misfortunate and cursed for the rest of your time, all whilst you brushed those away to not affect you.

‘If death wants me, he will have to come to find me.’

You continued as if life was not weighing you down, nor your ‘curse’ as you liked to call it. It didn’t push you down, but rather make you clumsy for your job working behind the bar at the Curfew, but you told yourself everyone broke glasses more times than you did, so you didn’t have to worry.

“Hey, you mind bringing those up from the shelf to put on display?” Sofia, your co-worker, a tabby cat short yet brawny called, and you pulled yourself from staring dazed out from the empty tables, moving to go help.

“Another quiet one, huh?” You asked, grabbing boxes as you went back and forth, not paying much attention to who was at the front. You resumed conversation with Sofia before she rushed out to grab some more boxes in storage, telling you she would be some time.

Distracted, you whistled back over to the front, sorting boxes in order before something caught your peripheral, sitting idly by the bar, cloaked and very opposing.

“Ah, Dios mío,” you clutched your chest to still your beating heart, startled by the presence at the bar. It was as if he was whispering death: appearing out of nowhere and waiting to order. You composed yourself enough to step up to where he sat, “May I help you, Señor?”

The first thing you noticed from the wolf in front of you was how unnerving and disturbing his eyes were. Red, like the sweetest apples in the summer, red like the leaves of autumn, red like fresh blood. Danger. They moved unblinkingly, watching you with a discomforting presence.

The wolf seemed at least 6 foot or taller, hunched at the bar on the stool, a black cloak covering his head and guarding you against seeing the rest of him. The next thing you noticed was his smile, white sharp teeth that grinned back at you as if he was teaching himself how to smile less like a maniac and falling to no avail.

You couldn’t shake the awkwardness and intimidation of this wolf; you were half his height after all and even sitting down, he towered over you, seemingly feeling as if he had trapped you from moving anywhere else between the bottles stacked behind you.

Time slowed with silence as the both of you just stared at one another, until you watched his mouth open, the friendliness you could decipher from his posture, yet you blinked owlishly back into reality when you realised you didn’t hear what he said. “I’m so sorry, can you repeat that for me again?”

“A cafe con leche, por favor.” He repeated in the suave deep voice that had you double-guessing everything, yet his smile never ceased to leave his face, eyes unblinking.

“Of course.” You smiled awkwardly, darting over to get it started for him, making sure to keep your back towards him for as long as possible. It had felt like forever perfectly what he wanted, and for something so simple and made millions of times before, you felt as if you were being assessed heavily.

With cup in hand, shakily made your way to him, telling yourself over and over not to drop it, you finally got it to him. It didn’t take much to notice that his hood had been thrown back, revealing the rest of his face and pointed ears. He looked even taller somehow without it on- as you watched his eyes lit up when you came back over to him.

“Gracias,” he gave a long sniff as he brought the cup to his mouth, sipping slowly as he gave a low, deep hum in the back of his throat. The cup looked comically too small for his large paws, yet he was much too engrossed in his drink. “I didn’t know they could do good coffee around here.”

You laughed nervously. “We’re sort of famous for it here. Lots of people come here.”

“So I’ve noticed,” he remarked wryly, your eyes darting behind him to the mere empty stalls and tables, the dead silence settling in as you noticed he had made a joke. His eyes were still on you, observing before he spoke up. “Though I don’t think I’ve noticed a cordera like you around here.”

The thick wool around your face felt thick and hot, making it, even more, harder to breathe. “Ah, I tend to stick to the countryside, it’s much quieter out there than in the middle of it all here.”

The wolf’s chuckle was low and haunting, “I would have to agree.” He resumed sipping his coffee, never breaking eye contact, his voice a soft rumble. “Too filled with life, huh?”

“You could say that.”

You nervously resumed conversation with him, “How come I’ve never seen a Lobo like you around before?”

He paused from drinking his coffee, placing it down before he gave a low chuckle. “I tend to stick to the quieter parts, only needing to be around people when needed.”

“Oh, like it’s part of your job, si?”

His laughter was warming, even when a part of you felt alarmed by him, telling you something was off about him. “You could say that.” He copied with leading charm.

Despite his appearance, speaking to him did help ease your nerves. Maybe it was the smile he gave, regardless of how sharp his teeth looked, there was so array of charm to him, albeit rather awkward.

“What’s your name, corderito?”

You blushed easily at the name, even if it was a fleeting teasing nickname. “Y/N, yours?”

“Muerte.”

“What, like Death? Your name is actually Death?”

“That’s what some people like to call me,” he shrugged coolly, bored as if the name held no resonance to him. “So, La Muerte, can I get anything else for you?”

“No, that’ll be all,” he stood back fully to his full height, and you dwarfed in comparison to him and his shadow, completely engulfing you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’m sure we’ll meet again sometime.”

“Hopefully for more coffee, I hope.” You spoke hopeful, at least in hopes of seeing him again to get to know him. You heard change cling to the bar table and by the time you moved to collect it, he was gone, vanished on sight and no sight of him despite believing he wouldn’t have moved that fast.

“Huh,” you thought aloud. “That was odd.”

“What was?” Sofia came through from the back, carrying stacks of clean glasses and mugs. “There was… this wolf, and he just… disappeared into thin air.”

“How odd indeed,” Sofia questioned before she nudged your shoulder suggestively. “Was he cute though?”

“Sofia!”

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Muerte did not show his face for some time, and when the seventh day showed with no sign of him, your hopes of seeing him again dwindled next to nothing.

You continued your days like nothing had happened, telling yourself that customers had lives outside of the bar and that it was unlikely to see him again if he was not a regular.

The bar was peaceful this sunny afternoon, cool breeze coming through thanks to the shade as you resumed cleaning glasses, waiting for anyone to show up. Thanks to the hot heat, many people were outside, enjoying the rays. You would find your day off would be the next day, though you were disappointed to hear that the sun would not be out.

You had to endure nonetheless without enjoying it, stuck behind a bar with an aching back and sore arms from carrying things, dealing with rude customers or none at all. The last one you had was in the early hours after opening, and now, the sun had been at the highest point in the sky, mid-afternoon at least.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go on a quick break, give me a shout if you need anything.” Sofia had shouted from the back as you called back. “It’s fine, grab some limonada if you don’t mind on your way.”

Sofia gave a quick “see you later” before it was quiet once more, or so you had prayed for.

The ruckus that came was loud and jarring, in barging through the double doors were a group of four, short and plump, the four approached the bar, loud and rowdy before one of them recognised you.

Alejandro was a black and patchy goat, a scruff of fine hairs on his chin that didn’t hide the ridiculously sized horns atop his head, pathetically too big in comparison to the rest of his body. How did you know his name? He simply told you, though it took all the willpower within you to not give him yours.

You liked to imagine yourself as being a calm, patient person, but the moment he stepped forth and you saw his annoying pestering smile, you knew how slow the minutes would tick by the longer he stayed.

“Hey, querida, a few shots for me and my friends?”

You silently obeyed, grabbing the necessary things as you poured the shots with tequila. This was a regular thing, they came in for a few minutes to an hour, buying shot after shot with Alejandro flirting his way up a storm in trying to impress you.

Alejandro gave a pleased bleat, downing the shot with his friends as they cheered him on silently behind him. You watched him saunter closer to you, leaning one elbow against the bar. “Can I buy a drink for you? Or maybe a nice meal out—just you and I-”

“Like I said many times before, no thanks. I’m busy.” You looked back behind to see if Sofia was back after her short break. In times like these when the goat came for your attention, Sofia was quick to barge in and shoo them out, but she was still nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, come on, cariño. I’m a real catch.” Alejandro gave a wink your way, and you felt something within you shrivel up and die. Your patience was hanging on a thin cord, mixed with the way he persisted and his friends egging him on, you could feel the last remnants of your collectiveness holding on. “I’d treat you right.”

“I’m not interested.”

“What? You’re seeing someone?” He asked eagerly. It took a lot for you to stomach the words, but in the spur of the moment, you said it, in hopes that they would work. “Yes, I am actually. He comes here often.”

“Oh, well I’ve never seen him here before!” He laughed mockingly, his friends joining before he continued by propping himself up closer to you. “But I’m sure your little boyfriend wouldn’t mind me chatting with you.”

“He wouldn’t, no, he can be a bit protective,” you suggested, wondering if, by any chance in your mind, you were thinking of that wolf. Something in your chest clenched at the mention of him or even imagining him, and you had to dismiss it quickly before you could get your hopes up.

A lamb and a wolf, how funny. It’s not like he has some lovely wolf wife waiting for him anyway.

“Come on, cariño, what do you say? One night of fun. No one would need to know.”

“No.”

Alejandro looked for a moment frustrated by your constant answers, yet, whilst encouraged by his friends surrounding him, he sniggered lightly, giving one last jab your way. “Fine, your loss. It’s not like I wanted to go out with you anyway. I bet your boyfriend even finds you fea-“

Maybe it was the spur of the moment, counting the number of times he had come in, annoying you from your job and begging for your attention. With little help from how close he was to you with the bar in between, you closed the space, grabbing him as tightly as you could by the tiny scruff of his chin hair, tugging hard until he fell forward, suddenly supporting himself as he stared back at you in surprise and horror.

It was peaceful for once, not to hear amusement coming from him or his friends.

“I told you time and time again, but no, you didn’t listen. How many other girls did you have to get through before they told you the same thing? Countless, I believe. And when your tiny ego is ruined, you think of the perfect thing to keep your confidence going—just so you’re not embarrassed in front of your friends.” You calmly spoke, leaning up on your tippy toes to give the final quip as softly and threateningly as possible.

“I do not want to see you or your buddies in here again, or so help me, I’ll personally make sure you’re put out like garbage.”

Maybe you saw red, but your adrenaline was fuelled as you released the goat with a force that he stumbled backwards, nearly falling completely flat on the ground, but was stable by the grip he kept on the table.

With a scoff and a click of your tongue, you flicked your head back away from them. “And even if I did say yes to someone like you, you would’ve bored me greatly.”

It had looked as if the goat had seen red himself.

Before his friends could sway him to leave, Alejandro moved quicker than any of them expected, nearly leaping over the bar table to get to you, a raised hand ready to come in contact with the back of your neck.

“Listen here, you ungrateful perra, I’m not done talking with you-“

The connection didn’t come, instead, a loud clap that echoed in the small room startled you to look back over your shoulder from the suddenness. Expecting to feel the harsh grip of the goat’s hand on you, you and those in the bar were moved speechless as Alejandro’s hand was held inches from your body, blocked in the large, overwhelming grip of another.

Your heart clenched at the sight in front of you, aware that he could hear the way it beat so fast. “Lobo?”

“The corderito said she was not interested,” Lobo began, the hood hiding his face except for his piercing eyes, glaring daggers towards the goat and his pals. “May I need to escort you tontos out personally?”

Alejandro looked expectantly between you and the wolf, disbelief written on his face as if it read ‘How the hell did he get in here?’ before he was trying to choke on his weak macho ego.

“How the—hey, let go of me, man!” He looked back over to you, pointing with his free hand. “This? This is your boyfriend! You’re seeing a wolf!” He questioned sardonically.

“He-“ you went to correct yourself, but Lobo chimed in, surprising both you and the other patrons in the small bar. “Yes, yes I am her boyfriend. Now,” Alejandro gave a loud yelp, his hand squished in the tightening grip of the wolf, his red piercing gaze scowled as he snarled out, “run before I grow an appetite for goat.”

It didn’t need to be repeated, watching the retreating goats bleat in horror and flee from the scene, leaving the silence to fill the air as you stared up at Lobo in quiet admiration. “You… you saved me.”

“I couldn’t have left you with those idiotas now, could I?” He asked, looking over you carefully, his gaze softening as he calmed. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, you came in the nick of time.” You mustered the courage to thank him more, relieved your blushing face hid the wool. You took his paw into your hands, squeezing tightly. “Muchas gracias, Muerte. How could I ever repay you?”

He seemed taken aback momentarily by your sudden praise, before chuckling softly to himself. If you had mistaken it, you thought you had heard him mutter “Que linda” under his breath.

“You don’t need to repay me, mi corderito.”

Despite the cool you got from his fur, he did not pull back from you, instead, he didn’t seem to want to pull away. “I didn’t know you thought of me as your boyfriend.” He teased.

Your eyes widened in realisation. “Er, well, I had to make something up to get that estúpido away from me.” You stared up at him, nervously smiling. “I’m sorry I had to get you involved.”

“I don’t like people like him.” Muerte said softly, “especially taking advantage of someone like you.” His paw squeezed your hand momentarily before he let go. “I should get going again.”

“Can I see you again?”

He stopped in his place, turning back towards you, surprise written in his red eyes before they warmed. “Well, my job is rather busy, but I can be free just for you.”

Your eyes lit up. “Anytime this week?”

“How about tonight?”

“Yeah, erm, hold on, let me write the address.” You grabbed some paper from underneath the bar, and by the time you stood back up, Muerte was standing closely observing you, inches from your face. You jolted, not moving as if curious about what he would do next. “I’ll see you then, Y/N. Oh, and do try and keep out of trouble.”

With that, he took the note and headed out, not before you heard a low whistle, disappearing as he walked out.

The lamb and the wolf. Maybe it did have a bit of a ring to it.

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Dios mío – My God

Señor - Sir

Cafe con leche, por favor – coffee with milk, please

Gracias – Thank you

Cordera – Lamb

Lobo - Wolf

Si - Yes

Corderito – Little lamb

La Muerte – The Death

Limonada – Lemonade

Querida – Darling/Dear

Cariño – Sweetheart/Dear

Perra – Bitch

Tontos – Idiots

Muchas gracias – Thank you so much

Que linda – How cute

Estúpido – Idiot

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Okay, so barely fanfics of him, and…a lot of ppl on a certain blog i’ve seen rlly wanted a yandere death x reader, for now head cannons, future oneshot, YEAHHHHH

YANDERE! Wolf (DEATH) x IMMORTAL! GN! Reader

Death? Yandere? And hes all over you, better buckle up reader!

This man will never leave your side, even when you think he’s no where to be seen, he’s always watching you, no matter what.

If any person dares to even, touch, talk, or even breathe the same air as you, DEAD.

He’s the reason why you barely speak to anyone, fear of him killing more people, who aren’t even on the list, well, thats his favorite smell, fear.

“Shh mi amor, it’s not your fault, its their fault for going near you”

He gets really pissed, and i really mean it, he hates it whenever someones flirting with you, they just signed their death wish.

You begged him multiple times, for him to stop, you just wanted some freedom, he laughs at you, dreams can happened, but usually? No.

Another time you were walking, a cat fell, you went to check on the orange cat, to seen it was puss in boots, you have to admit, he’s a very nice man.

You talked with him a bit, as he gathered his things, but then his faced turned into fear, as you noticed his fur, he than ran away.

You were a bit confused, as someone pulled your arm.

“What did i tell you about talking to random people! Especially that idiot cat!”

He has a habit of scaring you, sometimes it can be on accident, but mostly its on purpose, and you can tell

He also is afraid of you leaving, but he’ll make sure, that you’ll stay with him, no matter what, if you even try leaving, it wont work.

The wolf just wants you ‘safe’

He always tells you that, well he’s death, you can’t really do anything anymore, even if the great puss in boots tries helping, what can he do, he only has one life, like everyone.

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Death X Fem! Reader NsFW pls

Muerte/Death kink hcs

-> I chose to do kink hcs for this because yeah. This is intended to be written as gender neutral, save for one mention of period sex. Do enjoy dear anon! :]

This is somehow above 1k words. Kill me now. Might be a little ooc also? It is a little hard to imagine the actual embodiment of death fucking someone LMAO

Marking -> Now Muerte isn’t really possessive, at least not beyond the base possessiveness of being a wolf, so marking with him is less about letting others know you’re his and more about personal satisfaction. It’s like a confirmation of sorts, not that that’s really needed at all, but is still nice. He also just thinks you look gorgeous marked too, so there’s that.

There are two ways Muerte likes to mark you, with the first and most prominent one being through biting. In general Muerte likes using his teeth on you; sinking them into your shoulder, dragging them down your torso, leaving light bites on your inner thigh, you get the picture. Though his favourite one [and this isn’t really biting] is having his jaw wrapped around your throat as he fucks you. The slight smell of fear, the utter display of trust, there are many reasons it appeals to him. He drools a lot during it too, with it leaking onto the mattress as he traces his tongue along your trachea. He may clamp down on your throat a little, enough for you to feel his teeth, but don’t worry - he’s not taking you like that yet.

The second way he likes to mark you is through scratching. This is more teasing than with biting, and is actually unintentional a lot of the time. His claws are long and sharp, and sometimes even just holding down your hips results in claw marks and pinpricks of blood. Muerte isn’t entirely unaware of it, but he can get very lost in the pleasure of fucking you and it just doesn’t occur to him. Always a pleasant surprise afterwards.

Knife/Blood play -> Using his shotels on you is a guilty pleasure of his. Loves dragging the blade along your skin, have it just barely grazing you, seeing the fear in your eyes and smelling it. Muerte is especially fond of tilting your head up with the end of the blade or using it to spread your legs. There’s also the factor of trust in this that makes it so appealing too. He’s incredibly endeared by how much trust you have in him, how much you’re willing to place your life in his paws [hands?], and it warms his heart.

All of those former ones also tie in heavily with blood play. The sight of you fucked out, marked, and bleeding [albeit lightly] always does wonders to him, including the smell of it. The smell of blood has never really done anything to him before, neither has the sight of it, but with you? He’s almost feral, snarling and growling as he laps up your blood like a beast starved.

Don’t worry though! Muerte always takes the time to patch you up afterwards and is sure not to cross any boundaries. Your safety and wellbeing is important to him after all.

Period sex -> For the same reason as above with blood play, with the added benefit of him not having to hurt you to see you bleed, so it eliminates all worry.

Prey/predator -> This one is obvious perhaps, but Muerte likes playing with his food before he eats it. He doesn’t go to extremes for this one, there’s no actively hunting you down, but he certainly uses his stature and nature to make you feel weak and small, like you’re about to be devoured at any given moment. Not that he ever would of course, and like before the trust involved in it makes it all the more enjoyable. He just likes toying with you, getting you all worked up and scared [within reason].

Praise -> Praise actually goes both ways with Muerte! Despite everything Muerte is very soft at times, and even when he’s being rough he likes to keep things intimate and finds praise to be a good way to do that. Most praise is said in Spanish and accompanied by pet names, such as love, dear, or if he’s feeling teasing “little lamb”. You are incredibly important to him, special, and he has no qualms in telling you this. Wants you to know how good you’re doing for him, how well you’re taking him.

Now he won’t admit it, please don’t make him admit it, but he likes being called your “good boy”. Like, really likes it. If he was capable of blushing he probably would and he knows it too, which is why he gets somewhat defensive when you call him that the first few times. Not that the denial works at all mind you, his tail is very clearly wagging.

Cockwarming -> I’m not sure if this counts as a kink but Muerte is a big fan of cockwarming! He likes having you sat pretty on his lap and keeping him warm as he reads or goes over lists or so on. The way you whine and try to get some sort of friction is adorable to him, especially due to how easy it is to just hold you down and keep you there. 

Though Muerte also likes the intimacy of it and a lot of quiet mornings and nights will be spent cuddled up together cockwarming. He doesn’t get much time with you due to his job, so stolen moments like this are simply lovely to him. Litters kisses on whatever skin he can reach and will mutter praise and confession of love into your ear. Do the same to him, he all but melts when you do. 

Breeding -> Now Muerte wasn’t even aware he had a breeding kink until he met you and started getting ruts, and honestly I don’t think Muerte even wants kids, just wants to fuck you and stuff you so full of his cum that you can’t think. Likes watching it drip out of you and onto the mattress, and honestly he might scoop some of it up on his fingers and shove them in your mouth. Always calls you his lovely little mate as he stuffs you full too, saying you can surely take more. And you will, even if you think you can’t you will.

Going off this Muerte particularly likes knotting you. His knots usually last for half an hour, and during that time he likes just holding you close. Will often spoon with you and honestly he might not even pull out once his knot’s gone down, leading to cockwarming or another round. Cums a lot while knotting you too, like a slow steady stream, though it doesn’t last the whole duration of the knot. 

[cherrygummycandy]

Rescue from the Rescue

A platonic! Puss-in-boots and Perrito x reader

Summary: Working as a helper at Mama Lunas isn't always easy, and unexpected things can happen. Though, you never though meeting a Spanish-speaking cat and a dog dressed as a cat would be one of those things.

(An: This request was orginally for a younger niece or nephew of Mama Luna, but I didn't want to make it too gender specific (and I couldn't for the love of me figure out how to make a realistic family tree for Luna) so I made the reader an occasional volunteer. Please enjoy!

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Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. The scratchy sound of the broom rings out as your broom glides across the floor, as bits of fur, spare litter, and kibble are swept up into the dustpan. You hum a soft tune, swaying in turn to the beat. "Oh, Little Helper, come here!" Mama Luna's voice rings out across the brightly colored casa. "Coming, Miss Luna." You prop the broom up against the wall, grabbing the dustpan and dumping the contents in the nearby trashcan. 'Don't want any of the cats trudging through this and undoing my work.' You think, placing the now empty pan back by the broom.

You hurry through the house, tiptoeing across persians, shorthairs, and tabbies as you attempt not to step on any tails. You step into the living and sigh in relief, having dodged all the cats. Mama Luna sits in her rocking chair, knitting what appears to be yet another pair of cat mittens. "Oh, come here child." She waves you over, eyes not leaving the yarn project in front of her. "I'm planting a catnip bush out by the garden, would ya' mind tilling the soil?" She asks, stopping to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. You nod, but pause with a grimace when you see the plethora of cats napping atop her ratty grey hair. "Yeah, sure. Do you know where the garden supplies are?" She waves a hand over in the direction of the backdoor. "Just check the bag by the door." As you step away, slipping at the back door, you hear her call. "Thank ya', Little Helper! I'll make ya a real nice sweater for this. You giggle a little, and shake your head.

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Stepping down the rickety steps of the porch, you enter the garden. Bright stone walls enclose the area, decked out with various hanging plants. The ground is carefully decorated with all sorts of colorful plants, from poinsettias to marigolds. You smile, remembering the first time you entered Mama Luna's garden, coming to ask for some Marigolds for your Dia De Los Muertos altar. Honestly, you have no idea she managed to keep this garden looking so nice before you came along, seeing as anytime you see her she's knitting or bathing cats.

Just as you begin looking for a trowl, your ears perk up at a nearby sound. "So, Pickles, what do you want to do today? I was thinking-" "WE are not going to do anything, Perrito. I am going to sun in el jardín." You watch in amazement as what appears to be a talking cat strolls into the garden, standing on two legs. Behind him follows a, cat? 'What is that thing?' You think, tilting your head in confusion. The scrawny creatures look less like a cat, and more like a rat in a feline costume. "Oh! Sunning, just like a real cat! I'll join you, maybe I can sun my belly." The little animal says. "Um, excuse me?" You say, stepping forward to make your princess known. The orange cat jumps in shock, dropping to stand on all-fours, while his companion lowers his head, and attempts to use his hood, which has a cat face poorly knitted on it. "Uh... meow?" The orange cat tries. You furrow your brows, before looking back toward the house in realisation.

"Oh, you're worried Mama Luna will hear you. I won't tell her anything, I promise." You place a hand on your chest and kneel down, reaching the orange tabby's height. "I'm Mama Luna's helper, I just stop by from time to time, helping her with chores and what not. And you are?" The cat hesitates, green eyes looking you over cautiously, before standing back on two legs and taking a dramtic bow. "I am known by many names, but you, pequeño ayudante, may call me Puss." You smile, amused. "But your tag says pick-" "I know what the tag says! That is simply the name given to me by the-" Puss shudders, and glances at the house. "Iady of the house." He finishes. As you nod, your attention is drawn to his friend behind him.

"Who's your friend, Puss?" You ask, looking at the strange sweatered animal. Puss sighs, gesturing weakly with a paw. "This is Perrito, and, he is not my friend." Puss explains, barley glancing at Perrito. "Perrito... the cat? That seems like an odd name." You feign confusion, slowly reaching for Perrito's hood. Suddenly, you flip it back, revealing the a small, scrappy looking dog. "A chihuaha?" You exclaim, as the dog yelps. "Oh! Please, please, please don't tell Mama Luna, I don't really go into the house, I live under the por-" Perrito goes on, frantically rambling about his living conditions under the porch. Puss scoffs, turning away from the dog and pressing a paw to his forehead. You, on the other hand, feel your smile drop at the pitiful little pup. "Hey, calm down, please?" You ask, putting your hands out in front of you. Perrito's rambling stops and he looks up at you. "I'm not gonna kick you out or anything, I promise. You're a stray, right?" He nods. "Look, I know Mama Luna probably wouldn't be to keen on keeping a dog, or letting a walk around talking and standing." You admit. Perrito and Puss watch, waiting for your next words. "But, I'm not Mama Luna, so I guess I'll have to let it slide." Puss smiles and nods with gratitude, while Perrito hops up in delight. "Oh wow! Can you believe it Puss? Now, I've gone from no friends, to two friends in one day!" Perrito exclaims, tail wagging back and forth.

"We aren't amigos, amigo." Puss retorts. "Look, I have to finish tilling the soil, Mama Luna wants some new plants going in over there." You point towards the northern end of the garden, to a small bare patch under a tree. "But, once I'm done, maybe you guys can tell me a bit about yourselves?" You suggest. "Wow, Okay! Hey, I'm really good at digging. I bet if I help, we can get done even quicker!" Perrito exclaims. Before you can even respond, he bounds over to the unused soil and begins to dig at a frantic pace. You chuckle to yourself, and look a Puss. "He's... a bit odd, no?" Puss says, tilting his head as he watches Perrito fall into a hole that he just dug. "I'll say. Y'know, I'm looking forward to learning more about you, Puss. It's not everyday I meet a talking cat." You say, looking to the ground sheepishly as you kick a pebble. "Well, it seems like Perrito could be at it for a while... why don't I just started with the story now, sí?"

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It's been several hours, much longer than you realize, since the three of you began to discuss your pasts. You were amazed to learn about the adventures of Puss. You couldn't imagine going through half the things he has. Not only that, but you didn't actually know cats had nine lives, you always assumed it was a myth. "So, I say to the man, 'That is the last time you'll cross Puss-in-boots!'" Puss exclaims, finishing a story. Perrito stands on his hind legs and claps, while you let out a loud cheer. You quickly cover your mouth to stifle the sound, realizing Mama Luna must be asleep. "Oh my god, w-what time is it?" You ask, looking up and realizing how dark it's gotten. "About 9:00, why?" Perrito asks. You hop up quickly, moving up the steps and towards the backdoor. "I need to pack up, I must've gotten carried away with your great story-telling puss." You compliment. Puss follows you in, but Perrito stops at the edge of the door. "Perrito, you sure you don't want to come in? Mama Luna's sight isn't what it used to be." You suggest Perrito smiles, but shakes his head. "Nah, I've got a cozy corner under the porch waiting for me, besides, the rats are probably expecting me back." He gives you a goodbye, and you smile sadly as the chihuaha scrambles under a lookse board of the porch, fall down under the porch with a 'pop'.

You hurry to begin the journey back home, tying your boots and avoiding cats as you grab your bag and coat. As you do a last minute chek, to ensure everything you need is with you, you see Puss out of the corner of your eye. He is stood leaning against the bottom of a bookshelf, seemingly conflicted. "Puss?" You ask softly. His head snaps up, and he looks at you. "Are you okay?" You ask. "Fine, just thinking is all." He says. You feel that there is something more, but simply turn away. As your hand moves to reach the door, he says one final thing.

"How often do you stop by?"

[igzsatelier]

Even though you've only recently met him, Death was so kind to you. Probably the most polite wolf you've ever met, compared to the least pleasing encounters with humans.

Aloof to some extent, but he has interesting stories. You watched his annoyed and unfiltered hatred for an orange cat in boots. You giggled at his exasperated sigh.

In return, you shared a few stories of your own. The nightsky moving idly as you two sat there casually conversing between yourselves.

His compliments combined with that intimidating snarl was charming in its own right. A little unnerving with his eager gaze on you, but you know he was enjoying your company.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

But you were aware of his job, right?

His duty to greet the souls who have passed on and help guide them into the afterlife. Whether it was naturally or by force.

Why'd you think he was here for?

[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.

[asmallpinkfan3]

I don't know if it true or not if they do this.

But I can imagine reader doing this to Muerte.

I hope you're okay doing this.

Muerte x reader (doing this⬇️)

That so cute idc, and smart.

Death and with a fem wolf s/o protecting him.

Song I listened to on repeat: star girl interlude+gallow dance.

Warnings: violence.

You and him just wanted to take a simple walk that’s all you wanted to do.

And then this other wolf came up to you and him, he had his eyes on you.

“Can I help you”? Death asked an eyebrow raised.

The other wolf just stared at you, you slowly backed right under deaths head.

He noticed and rested his head above yours and glared at the other wolf.

The wolf came closer and stared him right in his eyes he let out a small growl.

“I’ll ask you once more, what do you need”? Death asked as you got into a position to bite at the other wolf’s neck.

“What’s her name”? He asked looking down at you, you seemed scared which was your plan to make him think your scared.

Death knew what you were doing, but he didn’t like that the other male was eyeing you.

“None of your business”. Death answered with a growl once more.

“Hey no need to get all angry at me, I just wanted to know her name”.

You could tell that death was close to fighting him and the other wolf was close to biting him.

Deaths ears went back and so did the other males he leaned down and tried to go for deaths neck only for you to take a big fat bite of his neck.

He was taken aback, you looked scared so why were you attacking him?

He went to bite you only for you to go for his ears and bite as hard as possible causing him to yelp.

He turned to run but not before yelling at you “fucking bitch all I wanted was your name”!

You knew his true intentions, both you and death knew.

You did feel some liquid on your own nose, he must have clawed you nose.

“Shit that hurt”. You said as death put his paw to your nose.

“It’s small but it’s gonna take a couple of days to heal so why don’t we go home and get that patched up”? Death offered to of course you agreed.

I’m finally free for the weekend :D

[cutoffed]

​Puss in Boots platonic headcannons

If you stick around when he adventures, your friendship would grow even stronger

It is very risky being with him as he has many bounty hunters on his heels, but if you ignore that than there will be no problems

Though I must warn you that people will also hunt you too

Being in a good relationship with him puts you in risk, even seen hanging around him more than once could put you in danger

That is why he at first didn’t want to adventure with you, especially when you started to really mean something to him

Depends when you first met him, but if you met him before he lost his life’s, there is a high chance you witnessed at least one of them

If you don’t come from a Hispanic background, he won’t mind teaching you a couple things about it

That includes foods, drinks, the language and a couple of dance moves

If you like and/or can sing, he wouldn’t mind singing along with you

You have to tolerate his fat ego cause if you don’t your relationship isn’t going to last forever

Don’t be afraid to tease him every now and then, he might even give your tease a tiny laugh

Don’t over do it though, Kay?

Since his little adventures include booquite a lot of fighting, you might find yourself training with him

Wether or not you like alcoholic drinks, he will drag you to a bar.

He won’t pressure you to drink anything, but will order you something nice :)

He quite literally needs you in his life because you stopped him from dying multiple times

When you do he gives you a nervous chuckle and a quick thanks

Don’t be surprised if you do part ways

Even if you are there to accompany him he does deem some of his adventures too dangerous and doesn’t want you to come

You became to important for him to even risk losing you

Sometimes you do come along and then get scolded by him but it’s okay cause he can’t stay mad forever

And sometimes you want to go on your own adventures

But watch out for him cause you may never know when he might jump out

But don’t worry! It doesn’t last long until you are both back together!

When Puss and Kitty were ‘getting married’, you sat with the guests as you waited for their arrival

Of course they didn’t come and you just kinda sat there, feeling like a dunce

You found Puss and he explained you that he got scared

You still thought that Kitty was left at the alter alone since brides are traditionally late

But later when you two accidentally crossed paths she explained you that she wasn’t ever there

And you promised not to tell Puss

Which was honestly a really bad thing to keep a secret… but it’s fine cause you forgot it the next day!

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

Hello! Your writing is very good, and I was wondering if you could do a death x really shy reader who feels like they are going to explode everytime he says anything to them? Flustered easily, basically readers just a loser, but yeah!

Flustered

Muerte/ Death x GN! Reader

A short one, but this is very cute??? Idk, I just imagine this is how it usually goes with both of them, just MC casually doing something and then Muerte says something and they're immediately unable to do the thing they were doing because of him.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

The warmth that spread through their face was unbearable, like a hot summer's day was spreading through the entirety of their head and making them dizzy. Reaching up to cup their cheeks and to hopefully cover the flushed look they held, Muerte laughed, that charming and yet mildly annoying laugh that always comes after each compliment when he succeeded in messing with them the way he always wanted to.

“Muerte…” His name was muffled as they spoke, mouth hidden behind their hands that still covered their face, hoping that it would fasten the cooling down of their cheeks with the way their cold fingers felt against the heat of their skin.

“What?” Muerte takes a sip of his drink as he leans back against the tree they were sitting under, face smug as they catch sight of the glare that peeked through the fingers that covered the lovely face he was used to fluster. “It’s true!”

“No it’s not!” They retorted.

Muerte cupped their chin, tilting their head up to face him which only caused more blood to rush to their head as he leaned closer, pressing a quick kiss to their lips. He pulled away with a chuckle, amused at the frozen look they had on their face as they stared at him, wide eyed.

“Yes it is.”

[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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[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