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There aren't many Death🐺 x reader books. And some people might think you're weird if you like him. But look ok, he is ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ HOT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥. So, if you also simp for him, you will absolutely love this story.
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Above, there are edit audios, I'll tell you when to play them. !Blood, swearing! ----------------------------------------------------------- He laughs: "Look zorro, I have a cat to kill. So get out of my way." Muerte starts walking to the bathroom again, whistling his creepy tune. "Hell nah." I mutter to myself. I step in front of him, well in front of his torso.
He looks down and laughs: "You think you can beat me? You're 3 feet tall!" He smirks at my pout. So we playing that game? Alright. "Well, I guess the 7 feet tall lobito is too scared to fight a fragile fox, now isn't he?" I smirk. He frowns, squatting down to my level. He gets close to my ear: "You're on, Y/N" With that, he stands up.
I kinda blush, because I could feel his hot breath against my ears. I smirk with my cheeks red, he doesn't even know I can shape shift.
I decided to go with my 'Grim Reaper' form.
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With it, comes a huge, heavy black scythe.
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(Ignore the girl, I couldn't find a better picture of a scythe)
On the ground, there was a glowing fox-like face, with me standing in the center of it.
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The look on his face was priceless. His mouth was agape, his jaw dropped almost to the floor. "What? Cat got your tongue?" I ask him teasingly. He gets out of the trans and looks me up and down. 'Is this guy CHECKING ME OUT?!?' "Ey, eyes up here!" I say, annoyed. He chuckles: "You mean down here?" I'm pissed off. "Bring it." He says with a wink.
