The seed of death was planted in your mortal body the moment you were born, you’ve been dying since you began living, but you thought there would’ve been more time before it takes complete root over you.
But the flowers bloomed much faster than you anticipated, death took over you much too soon as red splatters on the road, on your cold body.
You kneel in front of your dead self, long forgotten how to stand because of the sight in front of you.
You try, you try so hard to be brought back to life, to give yourself a heartbeat, but your hands simply phase through everything, you can only feel the rocky ground under, hurting your knees as your half transparent skin appears red from your hands.
You sniffle, you want to see, you want to find a way to wake up from this dream, but tears blur your eyes, and your knees sting.
“I spy with my little eye……a weeping little ghost.”
You jump at the sudden low voice, even in the chaotic sound of cries, his voice was clear like a siren.
You turn around, only to face nothing but black mist.
“Boo.” You yelp at the voice next to your ear and back off fearfully, palms scraping against concrete.
Then, you see a man, a tall, giant man. Who had chains on his body and a daring smile.
He only chuckles at your fearful expression and extends his hand out for you to hold.
“C’mon, up you go.” As soon as you place your hand in his palm, he pulls you up to your feet and twirls you so that your back is facing the scene and casually slings an arm around your shoulder.
You don’t know what to do, only able to be led away like a puppet.
“Look at you, cute as a button, lying on the streets is not somewhere you belong.” The man says as he boops your nose. “Someone like you don’t deserve hell, don’t you?”
“Ahh, but do you really belong in heaven, though……”
He whispers by your ear, his breath making you shiver. You feel nauseous, you think your cheeks are heating up, if your heart didn’t stop, it would be beating like crazy by now.
“Now, let’s see where you can go, hmm?” He holds a file up, the words are almost unable to be deciphered, the writing has a……personal flare to it.
“Ah……you’re such a little sweetheart,” he says as he flips a page. “But there’s a little problem, you see.” His words made your stomach churn, your gaze trail down to where he’s pointing. When you finally see what is written on it, you feel your cheeks grow so hot it’s cooking your skin, a small gasp leaves your lips.
“I see there’s a lot going down there at night, eh?” He says as you see him glancing down at the spot between your legs. You shift uncomfortably and move your hand to cover it as discreetly as possible, but your hand was only snatched by the reaper’s larger one.
“Covering it won’t do anything, sweetheart, see?” He holds your hand up for you to see, you realize your hand is similar to that of a colored wine glass, your skin tone at the edges while the middle is almost transparent, tinted in your skin tone.
He plays with your fingers, brushing your knuckles with his thumb.
“To think that you pleasure yourself with these small fingers……surely it’s not enough, no?”
Your fingers are only small because they’re compared to the hand of a literal giant, this man is at least seven feet tall (about 213cm). But you couldn’t answer, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You try pulling away, but he only laughs as your effort is nothing more than a mere tickle.
“Oh there’s nothing to be scared of, I’m helping you!” He says, pulling your body flush against his, but instead of feeling stickiness and heat from him, he is cold as ice, you shiver slightly.
“A little sweetheart like you don’t deserve eternal torture in hell! You don’t want pain, don’t you?” He says, looking into your eyes. “I know just the way to help you, but I need a bit of…..convincing.”
Your eyes widen, and you see his eyes trailing up your body.
“It’s easy, really, just a little…...bribery.” He says, you see the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Do you agree? It’s a small price to pay!”
You can only lower your head, after all, you would probably go to hell if you don’t.
The two of you enter a different dimension entirely, you find yourself standing in front of a rather large house, the colors red and black. Almost like the home of a villain.
“Make yourself at home!” The reaper says as he leads you inside by your hand, his grip feels a little too tight, his strides a little too fast, you feel your heart tightens, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. But soon, you find yourself standing in front of a king sized bed, with the reaper, who you now know is called Kane by your side. You see the bed has black sheets and pillows, they look soft to sleep in, but the reality kicking in makes no room for your mind to think about sleep at all. You feel that your stomach is churning, like a sinking feeling, so you look up at him with worried eyes.
Even though it’s for going to heaven, you’re hooking up with someone you simply just met.
“I……I’m not sure about—“
“Do you want to go to hell?” With a smile, he looks down at you and says, his brows slightly furrowed. You seem to be annoying him a bit.
You say nothing and shut your trembling lips tight, shaking your head lightly. “No……”
“That’s what I like to hear.” His eyes soften a bit and gently place both of his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down to sit on the bed.
“Lay down for me, my little ghost.”
You comply and lay down on your back, he smirks.
Your life and death is in his grasp, hanging over your head. While he’s nicer about it than you think, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s enjoying the fact that he has control over you, that you are not only his little ghost, but a doll, a toy, something made solely for his entertainment.
A shadow is casted upon his face, but it’s hard to miss that wide grin as he straddles you, locking you under his large body.
You nervously look up at him with dampened eyes, body shivering not only in slight fear, but also rising excitement and anticipation.
You can’t shake the feeling that he can read your mind when an amused huff leaves the reaper’s lips, then he gently runs the back of his hand down your jaw and holds your chin in his hand.
Without a word, he leans down and pulls you into a hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue. You grasp onto his clothes with your fingers due to being overwhelmed by the suddenness, you’re supposed to be dead, yet why are you out of breath?
His tongue invades your mouth, exploring every little detail inside, his arms wrap around your body, pulling you close to him.
After what felt like forever, he pulls away, not breaking a single sweat and his breathing is completely fine. He licks his lips and grins.
“You taste sweet.”
He says and places his hands on your clothes, the blood on it still wet for some reason, you let out a small hiss as his fingers brush through a scratch wound on your shoulder. He stops his hands.
“Poor thing, you look just like when you died, here, let me fix it.” He says as a cold dark mist covers all your wounds, and by the time you open your eyes, the wounds are gone.
“The higher ups keep the souls’ sense of pain intact so hell can torture them.” The reaper says in a tone like he’s talking about the weather as he peels your clothes away from your body, the cold air hits your skin, sending goosebumps down your body.
“……we can explore that in the future.” He whispers with a smirk as he places his large cold hands behind your back.
“What was that……?” You ask, not hearing what he just said.
“Nothing important,” He smiles knowingly, you decided not to push it, you couldn’t anyway as you feel his hand removing your bra. Out of reflex, you try to hide your chest, but the reaper was quick to it and grabbed both of your wrists in his hand, giving them a squeeze that’s almost painful, a small whimper escapes your lips.
You feel your entire body heat up when his eyes look into yours with a hint of warning for a brief second, then back to your mounds.
“There’s no need to hide them, little ghost.” He whispers, “they’re perfect, just like you.”
Gently, he let go of your hands, unleashed the chains and took off his shirt. He wasn’t wearing a lot from the start, but now without the obstruction of that fraying fabric, but now you can see perfectly. He’s really muscular, which you already have a clue just from how he looks with his clothes on. But you still suck a breath in when you see them, every curve and line of his muscles distinct and clear, like a sculpture, the tattoo written in an unknown language right across his broad chest makes it even clearer, following the lines on his body. You raise your hand up, asking him for permission, he chuckles and gives you the go ahead. With great hesitation, you place a hand on his chest, feeling it ripple under your palm, you can see it through your hand, as it’s half transparent. You spread your fingers and squeeze it gently, they feel rock hard.
He seems to enjoy your touch and hums.
“My turn.” He mumbles and places a large hand upon your marshmallow-like softness, a hand easily enveloping one. He squeezes and massages one side, his cold hands sending shivers down your spine. An involuntary noise leaves your lips when his calloused thumb brushes over the tip of your nipple. You bite your lips while he chuckles with mirth.
“That was the sweetest little noise I heard, tell me, do you make noises like this when you touch yourself?”
You shake your head out of embarrassment, and he chuckles, but decides not to push it, instead moving his lips to envelop your other nipple between his lips. He plays the little nub with his tongue, rolling it and sucking on it, when suddenly, he uses his teeth. It was light, yet the sensation made you gasp, you feel your lower abdomen clench.
You hear his laughter.
“Now, how about some help before we get to the real deal?”
He stands up and away from the bed, you sit up and look at him, slightly confused until he unbuckles his belt and unbutton his jeans, pulling it down slowly. You couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his jeans, and the outline of it.
Alas, he is bare in front of you, his erection standing in front of you. You feel a shiver run down your spine when you see the size of it, your mouth feels dry.
His cold palm pets your hair gently. You look up at him in slight fear, he wants you to use your mouth on that? But it’s big, you don’t think you can take it without your jaw breaking, and is it leaking?
Your lips purse shut as tears well in your eyes, seeing you like this, he gently takes your hand in his, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.
“Don’t be scared, use your hand first, m’kay?”
He whispers, “we have all the time in the world.”
He guides your hand to his crotch and with his hand upon yours, he wraps your fingers around his cock, it’s cold to the touch, your breath hitches when you realize your fingers can’t completely wrap around the thick rod.
“Your hands are so soft.” He sighs fondly, then he guides your hand to slowly slide up and down his length. It’s smooth for the most part, aside from a vein trailing up to almost the tip of it. It’s straight, but the upper half is noticeably larger.
As the two of you reach a steady rhythm, he let go of your hand, you can see the red flush of his cock through your transparent fingers, you feel the way it pulses under your hand. The more you notice, the more that feeling in your lower stomach intensifies.
He sighs and grunts occasionally, petting your hair, he wants you to just continue until he paints your body white, but he shouldn’t be the only one enjoying this.
After a while, takes your wrist in his hand, pulling it away easily, his cock aches immediately, longing for your hands to wrap embrace it again.
Without a word, he picks you up and places you on his lap. Through your fabric, you can feel his hardness pressed against you, you tense up at the feeling.
He chuckles and tells you to relax before reaching into your panties to slide his finger along your slit, feeling the contact on your private parts, you squirm uncomfortably, but it only causes friction against his length, making him want you more. With his other arm, he holds you down by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush up against his chest.
“You’re not ready yet,” He whispers in your ear when he pulls his fingers out and places it in front of you to examine it, there isn't much fluid on them.
You yelp when he goes back and plunges a finger inside of you. You hold onto his arm and pull on it almost pathetically, but he doesn’t budge, in fact, he stops, the room is silent, only your heavy breathing.
“Don’t you want to stay in a good place?” He says, his voice almost threatening. Hearing those words, you have no choice but to let go of his arm. He kisses your temple and mumbles “that’s my little ghost.” Then he gets back to it, preparing you and exploring you with his ice cold finger, the unusual low temperature of his skin stimulating you like little electric shocks. You whine and hold onto his arm that’s around your waist when he hits a certain spot, you try not to struggle or dig your nails into his arm, even though something tells you he won’t mind it.
“That’s it……” he coos and adds another finger in, it’s a stretch, and it stings a bit, but the pleasure is undeniable, your walls squeeze around him so tightly and that knot building up in your stomach tightens.
Sensing you’re close, he curls his fingers up in that particular spot, like that, your vision flashes white for a split moment, your head throws back, hitting his chest as a long moan spills from your lips. He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you, to help you ride your high.
You fall limp in his embrace, your chest heaving up and down as you breath heavily.
“You’re so warm, to think you’ll go all cold in a few days……” he mumbles with a smirk, you see his canines, sharp and longer than a normal person’s, it looks menacing, cunning, sly, like he relishes in the fact that he knows something you don’t.
But you’re too out of it to think.
He pulls his fingers out and holds onto your waist, easily picking you up and placing you on his bed, this time more harshly than before. You see that he too, is excited, his expression matted with sweat and his breathing heavy.
After taking off the remaining clothing you’re wearing, he takes one of your ankles easily and places it on his shoulder, the other holding your hip.
He moves to align his length against your entrance, sliding up and down your slit to cover the head of his cock with your slick.
“W-wait……!” You breathe as you weakly press a hand onto his lower abdomen.
“Please, just a little break……it’s too much……” you say with a whimper, looking into his eyes with your own, tears of overstimulation prickling at the corner, threatening to spill, you beg him to give you some time, but instead, he smirks.
“Don’t be scared, you’ll forget about being tired soon.” With those words, he mercilessly sheaths his whole length inside of you, ignoring your struggling and crying, it stretches you way more than his fingers did as your pelvises meet harshly.
“Feels better than touching yourself, huh?” He rolls his hips teasingly, drawing a whine out from you, painful pleasure washes over you like waves crashing against the shore.
“And look what we have here,” he says, his finger slides down your stomach, to a certain point.
He guides you with his arm to slowly push yourself up and look down at where he’s pointing, when you do, your eyes widen.
Through your transparent stomach, you can see his massive cock inside of you. The sight is unusual, and embarrassing, so you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away, but he grasps onto your jaw and turns your face to see your stomach almost forcefully.
“Look at it, see who’s gonna fuck you so well.” He says with that grin as he begins to thrust into you. Your tired self can only watch as his cock moves in and out of you, every slam against your pussy gains a whine from your lips.
He leans down to kiss your neck, sucking and biting the flesh there, almost enough to draw blood, the pain mixed with the feeling of him pushing in and out of you and that vein rubbing against your insides is just overwhelming. You feel that familiar knot forming inside of you again, you moan louder, echoing in the room along with the noise of your pussy squelching and his grunts.
His speed grows faster and faster, your whole body is trembling, you’re close.
As if sensing you’re near your orgasm, Kane’s thrusts grow sloppier and more desperate, chasing his own high, the bed creaks and your body bounces along with his movements.
You can’t take it anymore, with a loud scream, your back arches, your walls tighten around him, making him almost unable to move, the reaper groans at the sensation of you being so tight around him, but pushes on.
After a few more thrusts, he came, you feel something warm and hot fill you, the first bit of heat you’ve felt from him today. You slowly look down, to see that your stomach is no longer transparent, a trail of white clear as day as it leaks out from where the two of you are still connecting.
You lay back down and sigh tiredly.
“Does this mean……I can go to heaven……?” You ask with a small, hopeful voice.
Kane looks down at you as if you said something funny, his eyes crinkle as a loud laugh escapes his mouth.
“Oh little sweetheart, you could’ve.”
You feel your stomach drop.
“W-what do you mean……? You said I could go to heaven if I……do this with you……” you begin to panic, your head clearing up as you push yourself to sit up.
“Heaven? Who said anything about heaven? I said you can go to ‘a good place’ if you agree to my conditions,” he says while shrugging. “Plus, touching yourself was no big crime, people like you probably gets reincarnation. But now……bribing your reaper so you can get to heaven? Now that’s a one way ticket to hell.”
Your face pales, but he sees your fear as something adorable, a game, the childish cruelty of crushing a bug for fun. He pulls you close to his chest, you feel his cock hardening inside you again.
“Oh don’t worry, I mean it when I say you don’t deserve hell, you’ll stay with me, this is the only ‘good place’ for you now.” He laughed as he began to thrust into you again.
Your heart sinks to the bottom, tears stream down your face at the devastating truth, you were lied to, betrayed. Yet even if you blame it all on him, you have no choice but to become his, like he said, you have no better place to go.
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Kane was later than usual, you stare at the ticking clock, the book he got you for the day long finished. Perhaps it’s another “soul torturing” thing, but you are starving, and since you’re not allowed in the kitchen, lest you take a stab at something that will result in one of you being hurt.
It’s hot, humid even today, but again, when is hell not blazing and burning?
You adjust the sliding thin blanket around your shoulders, covering the revealing clothes he picked for you under, bite marks old and new decorate your skin, stinging a bit whenever you move.
The house is so quiet today, for Kane, no matter how long he has to go to work, he always comes back from time to time just to shower you in unwanted affection and perhaps a quick……you know. But you haven’t even caught a glimpse of him since you woke up today. With a sigh, you lay your chin on the counter, and raise your arms to hold the book in front of you. You suppose the third time's a charm.
As you open to the first page, the door bursts open, you almost fall off from the couch you are on from how hard you jumped, you look to the door, seeing the man himself standing there.
You didn’t move, instead you stare at him, and at what’s in his hands.
“Honey I’m homeee!” He says with that cheerful voice of his, your furrowed brows unravel as you climb down the couch.
“Where were you?” You mumble and stare at the bags he holds—which now you can see is food, all kinds of food, from north to south, from sour to sweet, you don’t think you can finish it all even with Kane’s help.
“Eh, here and there! Can’t celebrate our first month together without something special!” He says as he places the food on the coffee table before pulling you into his arms, cradling you with his body, his cold temperature is what you need in this literal hell, no matter how much you hate getting close to him, no matter what he did to you with his body.
He unravels a package of food, it looks strange, like a block of bread made into a little box with a lid on.
“It’s an eastern food, called a “coffin box”.” He says with a chuckle, as he cuts a piece out of it, you see the meat all cut up and cooked in a sauce, it looks strange, and smells a bit weird.
So you shut your lips tight.
“Oh come on, sweetie, you didn’t even try it!” He pokes at your lips with the food, not seeing how unwilling you are to eat it. But then there it is, he gives you that look, that look you’re conditioned to do as he says as soon as his brows drop and knit. You open your trembling lips and take the bite in your mouth.
……it’s actually not bad.
Kane chuckles and squeezes you in a hug. “You’re adorable, do you know that?” He whispers in your ear, his cold breath tickling your skin. He reaches towards your face and holds onto your chin, turning you to face him.
You look into his odd eyes, and the way they crinkle when you look into them, the way their heat contrasts with his ice cold body so strongly, a searing hot.
Slowly, he leans in, and you squeeze your eyes shut out of reflex. You were expecting an intense kiss, the ones he’d always give you. But this time, only a gentle lick on the corner of your mouth.
A soft hum can be heard, vibrating against your skin. “It certainly is good.” You open your eyes, and he has pulled away.
Kane and Kier are both reaper OCs of mine. And they both have their own stories and darlings (A ghost and a Reaper!), but they seem quite similar personality wise as well so, here’s a list of random hcs to separate them:
💛Kane wants a darling who is a good partner for him; which means someone who listens to everything he says, and gives him all the love and attention you can ever give. And he won’t be afraid to resort to punishments if you were to defy him.
💛Kier, however, wants a challenge, something to keep him excited and keep him away from boredom. So he would torment you nonstop, even after you snap. If you ever get to know other reapers(if Kier allows it), they’ll encourage you to spend more time with him, because a bored Kier is a dangerous Kier, he would actually set a city on fire for fun.
🖤This is an obvious one, but Kane prefers ghosts. Reapers are designed to be much bigger and way more stronger than souls and ghosts, so he can practically bully you into doing what he says just by towering over you. Or he can scoop you up with one arm. He also reminds you that he can send you to hell easily all the time to keep you in place, even though he’s too attached to actually do so.
🖤Kier considers ghosts as lesser beings, so he thinks the idea of keeping a soul is weird. He prefers reapers as partners, they’re more durable, as in harder to break, and more similar to him. Reapers have more similar back stories, so he has a sense of belonging. He thinks of you as an ally, someone to understand him and someone to be understood, even if you don’t really want him to break down your walls and dig all your secrets out.
💛Kane’s love language is physical touch. Your face, your hands, your waist, your hips. Whenever he’s at home, you’re either sitting on his lap or being carried around in one arm, no matter what you were doing before that. He would like it if you initiate touching him, just hold onto his fingers, or if you feel brave, climb into his lap when he’s sitting. He’ll drop everything and shower you in love, he won’t show it on his face but he’s melting and screaming in joy inside.
💛Kier’s love language is gifts, not anything fancy or extravagant, but just little charms he finds on dead bodies when he’s working. He’d give you (or simply hang them on your stuff) the ones that remind him of you. For instance, he got you one with a goldfish to make fun of your memory span, because you keep forgetting to read his messages. After he gives you the charm, he’d always say it’s because he’s going to “charm you”. From you he wants quality time, being in the same space with you brings enough peace to him.
🖤Despite his appearance and attitude towards you, Kane is a romantic, he likes cheesy movies and wants a happy life (afterlife) with his spouse. He tries to understand that you need time to accept him and your new (after)life, but if you get difficult he would lash out, it makes things harder for the both of you.
But he tries to be the best partner for you and often gets little gifts and plans dates for the two of you.
🖤Kier, while he is determined to make you his, he doesn’t care much about romance, he just wants to have you by his side all the time, do things he normally does. He won’t do anything big or extravagant, but he’ll remind you all the time that he’s loving you, that his actions are in the name of love, even when he’s doing something weird and dumb.
💛Kane has a house
💛Kier is homeless
The rest are some reaper lore and their backstories:
Reapers are a kind of species that reaps souls and determine where they go after death. Only people who killed people when they were alive , but only when it’s because they had no choice, or they weren’t taught right when they were children.
Reaper reader’s backstory will be revealed when Tomb much pt2 is out
Kane was a hitman for a local mafia back in the 1970s when he was alive. His father was one as well, so was his grandfather. Since he was little, he saw life and death as something normal, something small. But he always longed for a functioning family like he’d watch in the movies with his little sister. He was caught by the police and sentenced to the electric chair at 27 years old. So he’s actually terrified of electricity :>
Kier was simply a killer. He was abused by his drunk father, and at some point in the teens he killed him. His father had associations with loan sharks and when the loan sharks got in his house and were going to sell him away he used his advantage of being underestimated as a skinny kid and killed them as well. Until he was found and shot to death, the rest of his short life he had been hiding and stealing from others, he never felt guilt or attached to things anyways, that is until he met a certain someone after death.
