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ickadori · 3 months

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++ 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆

[summary] forced to voice an embarrassing thought to keep from dying, shen does what he does best and comes to your bedside to tease you.

[cws] gn reader. minor spoilers for the UMA spoil fight. reader has a broken rib. unedited.

Maybe turning into a semi-mindless zombie wouldn’t be so bad - at least you wouldn’t have to worry about doing a skin routine any more.

You also wouldn’t have to shout out your hopes and dreams and completely embarrass yourself in front of the trio.

67 seconds.

You sigh to yourself, arms crossed over your chest as you listen to Shen’s dream —a very grandiose one at that, but a part of you feels as if there’s a small possibility of it happening…or maybe that’s just your bias talking—, and three sets of eyes turn to you, waiting.

“Oh,” you start, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed at the attention. “I…I think I’m just gonna let the timer run out, guys. Don’t worry about me. Carry on.” You wave them off.

“Stop fuckin’ around, this isn’t a game.” Andy snaps, and you shoot him an annoyed look. The man that had come charging in with a rocket launcher, snagged a zombie-bride, and then proceeded to have the entirety of the zombie town participate in a brawl was telling you to stop fuckin’ around?

“Maybe you should try telling that to yourself, you half-dead per—” A head of blue hair is suddenly blocking your vision, and you blink as Shen crouches in front of you, his eyes trained on yours as he gives you a patient look.

“What’s going on?” His eyes flick between your steadily decreasing timer and your face. “Even if we kill Spoil, their ability won’t go away, you know. You’ll stay a zombie.”

“That’s fine,” you obstinately turn your nose up. “I’ve been thinking about switching up my look anywa—!” A scream is pulled from you when you’re suddenly snatched up into the air, and you look back to see Andy holding a fistful of your shirt, a maniacal grin on his face as he propels the both of you closer to spoil.

“You wanna be a zombie, eh? Then let me help speed up the process!” You recall how Andy had immediately spoiled when he got too close to the UMA, and a wave of panic washes over you as you’re forced to come face-to-face with your decision.

“W-Wait! I change my mind! Andy, I said—Andy!” He catapults you into the air, and you wonder for a brief second how the hell Fuuko could possibly get used to this.

Andy grins up at you, and your hands reach out for him as you go flying back down, only to be met with nothing as he cackles. “You know what to do if you don’t wanna die!”

Your gaze moves to Shen who’s watching on with a look of amusement, and your cheeks and ears burn as you slap your hands over your eyes.

Damn it all.

“I’ve gotta say, your dream is quite the lofty goal.”

You groan as you flip over in the infirmary’s bed. Not only had you been forced to shout your humiliating dream at the top of your lungs, but Andy had also failed to practice the same care and compassion he put into carrying Fuuko around, resulting in him breaking two of your ribs when his torso slammed into yours to keep you from going splat on the ground.

Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll go away - it’s wishful thinking, but it’s better than facing him after you loudly declared that your dream in life is to—

“I never saw myself getting married,” Shen muses, “but if it was to you…well, I don’t think I’d have too many complaints.” The heart monitor you’re hooked up to starts to beep wildly, and you make a noise of embarrassment before you’re hastily moving to pull the wires away from you.

You only manage to get one off before a pair of warm, strong hands are covering your own and pulling them down to rest in your lap, and your head snaps up to lock gazes with Shen, that signature smile ever present. “I hate you.”

“Yet you wanna marry me - you’re a strange one.” He breathes out a laugh, slightly leaning forward in his chair, and you go to turn your head only to find that you can’t.

“Shen, stop.”

“What?” You narrow your eyes at him, and he pouts before dropping his ability. “I don’t like when you hide that cute face of yours. Haven’t I told you that?” Yes, many times, and it’s only served in making you want to hide it even more to conceal your burning cheeks.

“Well, get used to not seeing it because I’m never showing it again once I get out of here.” You’ll go into hiding—put your ability to good use and vanish off the grid and lay low in the African jungles or something. You could live off the land; build a small house, start a garden, hunt for food, really just reconnect with nature while you waited for the world to end.

Yeah, that’ll do.

“Oh that won’t do,” Shen tsks as he shakes his head. “It won’t be much of a wedding if I can’t see your face.” The beeping goes haywire again, and you sputter as you shake your hands free from his grip.

“I-you-we’re not getting married!” The both of you hadn’t even kissed yet—you weren’t even in a relationship, not really! There was…something between the two of you, but with the possibility of being killed so high, no one was really eager to form such connections.

The idea of getting married to Shen had only come to you after hearing Andy announce that he was getting hitched, to a zombie of all things, and your mind had immediately conjured up images of you and Shen being the ones to tie the knot. It had been a silly thought, but your brain had latched onto it nonetheless in that instant.

“Yet.” He stresses, and then your hands are back in his, his fingers intertwining with yours. “We’ve got a lot of milestones to hit before we can finally tie the knot, after all.” He leans in a bit more, and your eyes widen as his flick down to your lips. “…I think now would be a good time to hit one of ‘em, don’t you?”

…you must have died. Andy hadn’t caught you at all and you had burst open on the ground - they were probably scooping your body parts up right now to give you a proper burial.

You must be in Heaven right now, and this is simply all just some kind of hallucination that God blessed the love-sick idiot with, and who were you to deny such a generous blessing?

“…yeah.”

His lips are soft against yours, incredibly soft, like pillows, and his scent wraps around you and squeezes you tight. You feel warm all over, and when one of his hands move to cup the side of your neck, you briefly wonder if you had went to Hell instead with how hot your skin burns.

His tongue runs along your bottom lip, prompting a gasp from you, and you feel him huff out a laugh through his nose before his tongue is making its way in. It’s rubs against yours, and then it’s running along the roof of your mouth and forcing you to abruptly pull back from the ticklish feeling.

The both of yours breathing is ragged, but that doesn’t stop either of you for going in again - the next kiss is messier, sloppier, chockfull of held back emotions that had been festering for months, and Shen curls an arm around your waist to tug you closer.

A sharp pain follows the action, and you wince through a groan as Shen immediately pulls back and moves his hand away from your side. “I’m sorry,” he pants, lips moving to press against your temple. “I got too caught up.”

“It’s okay.” So much for being in Heaven. “It’s just still really sore.” He hums, fingers softly tugging at the hospital gown you wear as his eyes take in your face. You take the chance to do the same, although you find your gaze focusing on his pink, puffy lips more than anything else.

They curve into a grin. “See something ya like?”

“No.” His fingers push into your cheeks.

“Your face is burning up. You sure you don’t see something you like? You positive? Maybe you want another kiss, huh?” He squishes your cheeks together, forcing your lips to pucker, and you make a noise of complaint before he’s pressing a quick kiss to your mouth. “And another, yeah?” He kisses you again, a loud, exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounding after, and you laugh as best you can with your cheeks squished together.

You don’t know if marriage is in the cards for you two, but even if it’s not, you think that just being with him as you are now is enough.

#undead unluck #undead unluck x reader

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shiroisotto64 · 1 month

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Needy shen xiang

You’d been sent out across seas to investigate a case by the union. This caused you to have a few week leap of absent and drove shen crazier then he’d liked to admit.

Mui had tried to keep his spirits up and while she did help it wasn’t enough. He’d whine about how long you’d been gone to any of the other members while they tried to complete another task.

And when you finally had gotten back? He was all over you. Cuddles immediately! (By his request) shen refused to let you out of his sight. You can barely piss alone…. Doesn’t matter if others are around he has a hand on you at all times.

A hand on your hip if he’s around some (competition) but it’s more so an act. Shen is very confident in his ability to take care of you and keep you happy. But that won’t stop him from making a point. Don’t be surprised if you get dragged into a make out session and get “ accidentally “ caught by whoever he was “jealous” of.

#yandere shen #shen xiang x reader #shen xiang #shen x reader #shen undead unluck #undead unluck x reader #undead unluck

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meowmeows666 · 3 months

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UNDEAD UNLUCK

THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE UNDEAD UNLUCK FANFICTION!!!

I WANNA SEE ANDY, SHEN, CHIKARA, NICO, SOMEON ANYBODY!! I JUST WANNA SEE SOME UNDEAD UNLUCK FANFICTION!!!! 🥺

#chikara shigeno #undead unluck #undead x reader #undead unluck x reader

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herwritingartcowboy · 11 months

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itadores · 8 months

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take a break.

note: can’t believe this is what is getting me to write LOL. i know there are no x reader works for undead unluck but i started reading the manga recently so it's been on my mind

word count: 1.1k

pairing: tatiana & gn!reader, top & gn!reader, chikara & gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, scene takes place in the beginning of chapter 74, platonic relationships, reader is older than tatiana, top, and chikara (implied that they are an adult), mentions of death

the sight that greets you when you enter the rubber room of the union's headquarters brings a small smile to your face. on the opposite end of the room padded in white foam, top, chikara, and tatiana are chatting away as they train alongside each other.

it brings you some joy that in this difficult life you all lead, they seem to be getting along more and more. hopefully, they grow to trust and rely on one another as comrades and maybe even as friends someday.

your steps are languid as you make your way across the room, doing your best to not disturb the trio. you want to observe the three of them for a little while longer.

tatiana is the first to spot you, the lens embedded in her mechanical armor landing on you. she shrieks your name in excitement, and the large black sphere that holds her within its confines barrels towards you. you continue walking forward, unafraid of the gigantic metal sphere hurtling towards you, and hold your arms up. tatiana stops just short of flattening you like a pancake and uses two of her metal arms to carefully return your hug.

a huff of gentle laughter escapes you. tatiana’s childish excitement whenever she sees you never fails to amuse and endear you to her.

“hello to you too, tatiana.” you peer around her to look at the boys, who are standing still. they must have stopped training once they noticed you were here. "top. chikara," you say punctuating your words with a nod. they return your greeting with one of their own.

feeling you pull away from the embrace, tatiana unwraps her metal arms from around you and withdraws them once more. she rolls behind you as you finally make your way to where top and chikara are gathered. you eye the treadmill that's no longer in use and the small balancing ball near chikara's feet before your gaze lands on the boys themselves. both of the boys have numerous bandages scattered across the plane of their faces, beads of sweat dripping along their hairlines.

"you all have been training very hard, haven't you?" you say approvingly. top preens under your compliment, positively beaming, while chikara shrinks in shyness, the tips of his ears going red.

"of course! we have to get good enough to kick the butts of under's members so we can save fuuko!" top exclaims, fired up. he folds his hands into tight fists, a look of determination crossing his face.

“y-yeah,” chikara stutters, mirroring top’s actions and shakily forms fists with his hands. when chikara looks up at you, there is resolve brewing in his amber eyes. “we’re going to get strong enough to help bring fuuko back.”

“because that’s what friends do!” tatiana pipes up, rolling back and forth in her sphere. she raises both of her silver metal arms in a similar fashion to the boys.

you smile once more.

you place a hand on top and chikara’s heads, mussing their hair slightly. top scrunches his face up in displeasure that you’re messing with his hair, but he doesn’t bat your hand away to make you stop. chikara averts his gaze, his skin tinted pink.

“i believe in all of you. we will bring fuuko back to where she belongs, with us,” you say, having no doubt in the trio. you have full faith in them and their abilities. you only wish that they didn’t have to fight. tatiana, top, and chikara are all so young. children should have the chance to be children. they should spend their days worrying over academics and trivial matters, not over stakes that could mean life or death. but such is the life of a negator.

you shake off such thoughts and continue on.

“but it is time for you to rest for the day. no more training,” you firmly say to which they immediately begin to protest.

“no way!” top objects, drawing away from you and folding his arms over his chest. “we still have so much training we need to do before we face under.”

tatiana and chikara echo what top has said, but their protests die when you hold a palm up, effectively silencing them.

“i understand that you want to train as much as possible before we fight under, but an adequate amount of rest is necessary so you all can be in the best condition possible when that time comes,” you pause, giving them a pointed look. “if you keep on training at the rate you are now without taking any breaks, you’re going to run yourself ragged and will subsequently be unable to perform at your best. what will you do then? how will you be able to save fuuko?”

you know your words are harsh, but it’s the truth. if the kids keep on training, pushing themselves to the absolute limit, they’ll be spent before they can even enter battle. death is nothing new to you as a negator. it has followed you around like a dog and its master ever since your abilities manifested, trailing after you wherever you may go.

you would like to try and avoid any more deaths in your life if possible.

you sigh when you notice the crestfallen expressions on the kids’ faces. maybe, you were too harsh.

“i don’t say this to hurt any of you,” you say, softening your voice. “i only wish the best for you all and that is why i ask that you rest for the rest of today. i will not force you to, but i believe it is in your best interest to take a break and allow your body to rest even if it's only temporarily."

a lapse of silence falls over you all. you wait patiently for their response. you won't - and can't - force any of them to cease their training for the day, but you hope that they know you truly only have their best interest in mind.

tatiana is the first to break the silence.

“if that’s what you think is best, then i’ll take a break. i know you want to save fuuko as much as i do!” she exclaims.

top grumbles in agreement, the tension in his body easing as he uncrosses his arms. “fine, i’ll stop training too.”

“i’ll stop as well.” chikara says, shyly looking at you. “i trust your judgment.”

you smile.

although you suspected that they would cease training after your slight guilt-tripping, you're glad that you were proven correct. “thank you for trusting me,” you say before clapping your hands together, “now how about we cook something up and watch a show altogether?”

a cacophony of sound erupts as top, chikara, and tatiana all voice their opinion on what you all should eat and watch. you simply shake your head in fondness as the three argue amongst each other. despite the nature of your work and the hardships you have all endured as a result of your negator abilities, you're glad that tatiana, chikara, and top have the chance to act like the children they are. even if it's just for a moment.

#undead unluck x reader #new.mail #from.undead unluck #love.tatiana #love.chikara #love.top

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deathc-re · 21 days

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your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

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unorthodoxfaithxx · 2 months

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Andy Yandere Headcannons

Been in love with Undead Unluck lately, and Andy and Fuuko’s dynamic is so funny it hurts. So what would Andy be like if he was a yandere?

Andy can’t die, no matter what. It’s been his dream to finally rest in peace, but after accidentally bumping into you on a street, his whole perspective changed. Maybe being undead isn’t so bad after all, if it means he can spend eternity with you.

Andy is the total protective type. Cooking? Let him handle the sharp cutlery. Going out? Let him tag along to protect you from any brutes. If he’s on a mission? You’re absolutely staying behind, and if you have to tag along you can bet your ass he’s next to you 24/7.

He’s super touchy too. He loves holding you in his arms, holding hands, wrapping his arm across your shoulder, and giving warm hugs. He won’t admit it, but having you close to him always has his heart go crazy. You’re like a drug he can’t get enough of. His reason to live after having none for so long.

If you’d let him, he wouldn’t mind going all the way with you.

Not really the jealous type. He’s confident no one can bring you happiness like he can, and if he has any rivals — hey, he can just take care of ‘em, can’t he? He’s strong for a reason.

If he sees you with another guy though or a girl too friendly with you, you can bet your ass he’ll be grilling you about who they are, how you know them, and what they are to you. If he doesn’t like what he hears? You’re in for a doozy. He’s lived longer than you have so he knows the true nature of people. Anyone he deems unsafe to be around, you can’t hang out with.

He’s so loud and brash, you frankly can’t ignore him. Try to give him the silent treatment and he’ll just kidnap you and hold you hostage in his arms until you give. He doesn’t play that way.

Definitely a stalker, but real conspicuous about it. He knows where you live, where you work, who your family is, what your hobbies are. He’ll straight up tell you he’s planted a tracker on your phone (for protective reasons) and that he’s installed security cameras around and inside your house. Ya know, for safety. Can’t have you getting kidnapped now.

#yandere drabble #male yandere #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere writing #undead unluck #andy #yandere #yandere headcanons

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skullvgirl · 2 months

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boys who tell you to dress inappropriately when going out together, who tell you not to worry about creeps or freaks because—have you seen the size of their arms?? >>

who tell you its gonna be alright and that whatever the problem is that caused you to be upset in the first place can be fixed >>

but only in two ways:

one, he gets to suck it till your purple and blue or two you tell him the address of the offender before he finds it himself >>

boys who loom over your shoulder menacenly as you talk to litterally anyone, who is always pressed up against you, hand in your back pocket, lightly kneading the fat >>

sighhhhh

BAROU, andy, baki, PICKLE, UVOGIN, and tengen probably .

+ your favs ofc

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isu-desu · 6 months

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Daily Andy! Day (17/100)

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the-average-media-enjoyer · 3 months

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A Case Study in the Improper Use of Negator Powers (Shen Xiang/Reader, NSFW)

Here I am, putting the very first Shen/reader fic into the world because if there's no erotica of him I must be the one to write it. Small warning for use of Shen’s negator powers so there are a couple of moments where the reader does the opposite of what they want to, but not in like a major consent-violating way.

Relationship: Shen Xiang/Gender-Neutral AFAB Reader

Summary: In which you knock on Shen’s door to ask a simple question, but a rather inappropriate use of his ability leads to further shenanigans.

Contents: Blowjob, dirty talk, vaginal sex, biting, face-fucking, hair-pulling

Word Count: 4,045

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You knock on the door to Shen’s room for what feels like the millionth time this week. To be fair, you both were prepping for an upcoming mission, but you still sought out every excuse to exchange even a few small words with him. Each and every conversation felt almost electric, even if it was about something as boring as scheduling. His constant compliments, praise, and very slight flirting didn’t help. Even though you didn’t dare to do more than chat, you still looked forward to every meeting.

And so here you were. Instead of opening the door himself, you hear Shen call out, “Come on in, it’s unlocked!” You take a deep breath before you open the door.

You take a few steps into his office and spot Shen writing something at his desk. There’s also a plush loveseat nearby, but he doesn’t spare it a glance. He raises his head for a moment and gives you a smile before returning to his work. “So, what did you need my help with?”

You shift nervously on your feet. “Oh, nothing much! Just wanted to double-check what time we’re heading out tomorrow for the mission.” Interactions like this had become routine since you started helping out the Union and working with Shen, but you couldn’t help the way being near him made you feel.

“Oh, we’re leaving at 8:30 in the morning!” He pauses for a moment before raising his head to meet your gaze. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? In fact, I’m certain that I already informed you of our leaving time, and I know that you’re a very organized person. You would never forget something as important as that, would you?”

“Ah, um.” You look away and take a step back from him, accidentally kicking the door shut in the process. You try and search for the words to explain yourself, but Shen follows up before you have the chance.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you make the effort to walk over here and ask me if you already knew the departure time?” As he speaks, Shen rises from his chair and approaches you. ”Now that I think about it, you’ve been making a lot of visits to my room lately for things that could’ve been a text or an email.”

This situation is turning more desperate by the second. With the added pressure, you manage to squeak out an excuse. “Oh, I just forgot, that’s all! And I was passing by your room anyways, so I figured I’d just pop by and ask.” Even as he draws closer, you refuse to look him in the eye. You knew your heart couldn’t take it.

Shen halts just a foot in front of you. “While you are fantastic at coming up with believable excuses, you’re still a terrible liar.” He cocks his head and asks, “So, why don’t you tell me the real reason you’ve been paying me so many visits lately? What do you truly want from me?”

The only way out was through more lies. You could never let him know what you thought of him, of the fantasies that played out in your mind that motivated you to seek him out. In an effort to appear more believable, you raised your head to look at him straight on. You opened your mouth to give more excuses, praying that he would let you go.

But just before you were about to speak, Shen closed his left eye and you felt something shift. And you proceed to do exactly the opposite of what you want to do.

You begin to list everything you want to do with Shen.

“I’m here because I can’t stop thinking about you and everything I need you to do to me. God, when I look at this room I can’t help but imagine you fucking me over the desk or eating me out on that velvet couch. I need you to bite me all over, whisper degrading things into my ear, and yank my hair as you fuck my face. You have no idea how wet it makes me when I think about you calling me a good-”

Shen looks to his left, deactivating his ability. “I think I’ve heard enough. ” You’re at a complete loss for words as you feel your cheeks burning up. You don’t even try to muster up an apology. You just attempt to turn around and hurry out of there as soon as possible, but as your head turns, you suddenly find that you can’t move your body.

Shen once again has one eye trained on you as he tuts. “No, we can’t be having that.” Instead of starting to rip you to shreds like you thought he would, he gives you a wide, mischievous smile. “That’s a very long list of very dirty things you want me to do to you. Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll have time for all of them tonight.”

He deactivates his ability, no longer keeping you in place. He waits another moment to see if you’ll move. When you don’t make a move to leave, he slams his right arm against the door, pinning you against it. He uses his left hand to cup your face and leans close to whisper in your ear. “Now that I know you want me, I have no reason to hold back.”

His kiss begins softly at first despite his big talk. After a moment of shock, you begin to kiss him back, matching his pace and putting your hands on the sides of his neck. You can feel him smile at your reciprocation as he begins to kiss you with more fervor, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You whimper in pleasure at his intrusion, which just encourages him further.

You didn’t want to stand there, just letting him have his way with you. You push your tongue back against his, intertwining the two muscles. You try your best to match his energy. His left hand moves to grip at your waist, putting pressure against you but not enough to cause pain. Between the steamy kisses, you can feel his hot breath on your lips, and you can almost taste his impatience.

He nudges your legs apart with his knee and pushes it against your crotch. He lightly grinds against your clit, just enough to tease. You break from the kiss, breathing heavily at the stimulation and sudden escalation. You hear him let out a laugh before he leans close and says, “You like that? You seem to enjoying yourself based on those heavenly sounds you’re making.”

It was only as he said that when you realize how loud you’re being. Your embarrassment resurfaces as you cover your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans. Shen puts a hand under your chin and tilts your head upwards so that you’re looking up at him. Then, in an instant, you feel your hand fall slack to your side without your interference.

His eyes are almost glowing as he chides, “I don’t want to have to resort to this to hear you. Be good for me and quit trying to quiet down, yeah? I know you can do it.” His praise does something funny to your mind. As long as he phrased his request like that, Shen could probably get you to do anything.

Shen smiles and continues to stare down at you, even after deactivating his power. His hands ghost around your hips for a moment before moving upwards to push up your shirt. He keeps an eye on your expression and can tell that you want more. The movements of his knee halt to focus on the new task at hand. His head dips down to kiss your neck as he pushes the hem of your shirt further and further up your body, your breathing speeding up as his hands travel. The fabric of his gloves feels surprisingly soft against your skin; the opposite of what you expected. His fingertips rest just below your chest for a moment, and you can feel his kisses pause as he smirks into your neck before he finally reaches up to fully grasp your chest.

You gasp from surprise and pleasure, but Shen doesn’t stop there. He begins to toy with your nipples as he kisses just below your collarbone. He gives you a mischievous glance before he sucks at your skin and bites down. You let out a loud moan. Shen raises his eyebrows before gaining a look of resolve. His motions around your nipples grow rougher as he begins to kiss, suck, and bite all across your chest. As his mouth travels, his hand fondles and rubs at the opposite breast.

You can barely stand it. It’s an almost overstimulation of pleasure, and he isn’t even rubbing against your clit anymore! “Shen… fuck, Shen!” You can’t respond in a full sentence, made helpless by Shen’s constant barrage. You gasp when he begins to tease your nipple with his tongue, throwing your head back against the door. When he bites down, you gently pull his head off of you. It’s just too much.

He draws back a bit and asks, “Is everything alright?” with a concerned expression.

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine! It’s just… Christ, I need a moment to breathe.” As you take a moment to calm down, you look down at your chest to see it covered in Shen’s handiwork: tons of purple bruises. You feel your core grow warm at the sight.

He notices what you’re staring at and remarks, “Like what you see? I personally think the shade compliments your complexion quite well.” You squirm a little at his comment before changing the subject.

“This all feels rather one-sided… as much as I adore being pampered, I want to make you feel good as well…”

Shen chuckles and tilts his head. “Is that so?” He places a hand on your waist and the other by your head against the door. He once again nudges your legs apart with his thigh, but instead of grinding his knee against you, he grinds his cock. You can feel its hardness through the layers of clothing as it rubs teasingly against your core.

You hear him groan by your ear and say, “Fuck, I can feel how warm you are.” He continues to rut against your core and you rest your hands on the bare skin of his hips, your fingers rubbing circles and slipping undeath the surrounding fabric. Your eyes were always drawn to these hip cutouts whenever you snuck a glance at Shen’s form. Pleasure creeps up your body as he continues to rut against you, but… it isn’t enough.

“Shen, I… I want more.” To show him what you mean, you slowly drag a hand from his hip to the front of his crotch, giving it a squeeze to punctuate your words. You heard a brief gasp and a barely suppressed moan.

He breathes heavily in your ear and manages to ask between his gasps, “What did you have in mind?” You take a small step back and place your hands on his hips to maneuver him so he leans against the door. Then, you drop to your knees. Shen grins at your actions. “You always come up with the best ideas.”

He reaches down to undo his belt as you stare up at him, giddy with excitement. He smirks as he draws the low-hanging panel of his top to the side and pulls out his cock. Your eyes move from his face downwards, and your breath catches in your chest. It stands at full mast a mere few inches from your face. He’s a little bigger than you anticipated… but you think you can take it.

You don’t notice that you’ve been silently staring at his dick for a bit. He looks down at you, tilts his head, and teases, “Well? Don’t get all shy on me now.” You blink up at him for a moment before dipping forward to lick a stripe up his shaft. You can feel him shutter at the first contact. Now emboldened, you take the head into your mouth, gently sucking and swirling your tongue around it as you gauge his reaction. His gasps drifting down from above to fill your ears encourage you. You sink your mouth down further to take his shaft into your mouth, bobbing up and down, gradually taking in more and more.

“Mmm, fuck, hah. Keep going.” His words give you another surge of confidence, taking him in until your nose rests in his happy trail. He takes in a sharp breath and places a hand on your chin, encouraging you to keep your head there for a moment longer, but not forcing you. After a few seconds his hand moves to settle in your hair and he lets out a sigh mixed with a moan as you draw back. You continue to suck him off, now trying to take as much of him as you can with each movement of your head. When you take a moment to rub your tongue against his shaft or suck on the head, you are rewarded with the sweetest groans you’ve ever heard.

With his hand still resting in your hair, he begins to lightly thrust into your mouth to match your movements. After a few shallow thrusts, he freezes and looks down at you. You stare back up in confusion for a moment before he speaks.

“You said you wanted me to fuck your face earlier, right? Would you like that now, or another time?” Your cheeks flush and you give a little noise of affirmation with your lips still wrapped around the tip of his dick. You see his expression falter when he feels the vibrations of your small noise around his cock. He entwines the fingers of one hand in your hair while the other drops to hold and caress your cheek. You keep your head still and feel your core grow warmer as he once again starts to lightly thrust into the moist warmth of your mouth.

You moan and slightly move to match his thrusts, incredibly pleased by his actions. You hear a short bark of a laugh. “God, you really do like it rough, huh?” His words encourage you and you hollow out your cheeks which earns you a surprised moan from Shen. You catch a glance at his blissed-out expression before his thrusts begin to pick up speed. You brace your hands on his hips as he continues, moving faster and taking a moment to tease his head at your lips.

All this is turning you on immensely, and you begin to rub your thighs together, seeking stimulation. It isn’t enough, especially compared to how Shen seems to be feeling. Your left hand abandons his hip in favor of reaching down to grind against your clit through your pants. It’s still not enough.

While trying to concentrate on not choking on Shen’s cock, you push your hand past the waistband of your pants to touch your clit directly. You first dip your fingers down to your entrance, gathering a bit of the accumulated slick on your fingertips before you set a steady rhythm of rubbing against your clit. You moan and whimper a little around his dick, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are closed and his mind is occupied by how much pleasure you’re making rock through his body.

His thrusts slow and you think he might cum, but he instead pulls back, his cock releasing from your mouth with a wet pop. The movement of your hand stops as you stare up at him in confusion. “Why’d you stop?”

He smiles and matter-of-factly states, “I can’t cum quite yet when I still haven’t fucked you over the desk like you wanted.” As he comes down from his pleasure high, his eyes drift over your form and settle on your crotch. You realize that your hand is still down your pants, and you stiffen in embarrassment before quickly removing it and tucking it behind your back.

“Wow, I didn’t realize you were that impatient! I’ll have to speed things along in that case. I don’t want you to feel left out.” He reaches down and yanks you up by the hand to draw you over to his desk. He tuts at the sight of all the papers covering it but quickly decides to shove everything off to make room. He grasps your hip to guide you in front of the desk with his hard member resting against the swell of your ass. He then presses a palm into your back, gently pushing you to bend over and rest the side of your face against the wood surface.

He leans down and brushes your hair aside to kiss your neck. It’s a moment of tenderness, a brief respite from the chaos of this entire encounter. He continues as his hands work to unbutton and pull down your pants and undergarments, his kisses growing rougher and needier as more of your bare skin is exposed.

You can hear the sound of him drawing the fabric of his top to the side and you soon feel the head of his cock rest against your entrance. He shifts to look you in the eye before checking in one last time: “You're ready for this, right?”

You smile and nod. “Yeah, go ahead.” He responds by breaching your opening, pushing the head of his cock inside of you. You let out a moan of satisfaction at finally being filled. He takes a moment to gauge your reaction before pushing further in, millimeter by millimeter. Your fingers grasp the edge of the desk, your grip tightening as he fully sheathes himself inside of you. Shen lets out a satisfied sigh and lovingly caresses your hip before he starts to thrust.

This doesn’t feel real to you. The man you’ve fantasized about for months finally has you bent over a desk, railing you into oblivion. And it’s even better than you could’ve imagined.

Shen slowly speeds up, his hands gripping your hips and holding you in place. His panting and groans tell you that he’s enjoying this as much as you. Then his right hand moves upwards, tracing a path up your back until it reaches your hair. He combs his fingers through it for a second before he asks, “You said you wanted me to pull your hair, right?”

You can’t seem to get an answer past your whimpers of pleasure, so you opt to nod the best you can against the desk. This answer doesn’t satisfy him.

“Mmmm, not good enough. I’m gonna need you to tell me exactly what you want.” A playful smile teases at his lips as he speaks, and his eyes are looking down at you full of adoration. His thrusts don’t slow even for a second during this spectacle, keeping a steady rhythm that steadily inches you further and further into the depths of pleasure.

You huff out an exasperated breath before managing to force out a desperate answer. “God, please pull my hair already, Shen!” He barks out a laugh and the hand in your hair grips into a fist.

“Of course, beautiful.” He hanks your head back, bringing your head off the desk a bit. The pain sends an electric current through your whole body and you can’t help but let out a noise that almost sounds like a scream. He keeps the tension of his hand tight as he continues to fuck you, his thrusts getting a bit more forceful to match his actions. You can feel your knees growing weak as you feel the end in reach.

He bends over you, his front pressing against your back, til his mouth is breathing hot against your neck. The hand in your hair moves to pull down the collar of your shirt. He gives the base of your neck a brief, sloppy kiss before he bites down. The shutter that courses through your body eggs him on, and he continues to suck and bite at your neck. He also adjusts the angle of his hips slightly downward as he bites, and he hits a new angle that you think is going to make you pass out.

“Shen, right there! Ah, Shen if you keep this up, I’m- ahn, I’m close!” His matching pants and desperate moans tell you he’s also getting close.

“Just a bit more, right? I’ll give you a little something more than just my cock.” His hand leaves your head to snake around your thigh, giving it a squeeze before rubbing against your clit. The stimulation of him hitting your sweet spot while relentlessly rubbing your clit through the rough fabric of his glove is almost too much to handle.

“God, fuck! Just like that, I’m-”

He tilts his head so that you can feel his hot breath on your ear and whispers, “Go on, then.” He licks the shell of your ear and a teasing nip at your earlobe sends you over the edge.

You can’t form words as you’re in the throes of your release. You can feel your legs tremble and almost give out beneath you as every part of your body light aflame. Shen never falters, continuing to thrust and rub you through your orgasm.

Soon the pleasure of orgasm turns to the odd tingle of overstimulation, but you don’t have to bear it long. Shen’s hands move to grip your hips again, holding them in place as he thrusts a final few times before you hear a groan of satisfaction and feel his warm release fill you. He finally stills, and the only sounds that fill the air are your and Shen’s exhausted panting.

He gently grips your chin and positions your face to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “Thank you for being so good for me. How about we get you cleaned up?” Even after all that, he was still considerate of your needs right afterward. You nod, but a strange warmth in your heart prompts you to quietly ask, “Can we stay like this for a little while longer?”

He answers you by wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a soft kiss on the shoulder. “Of course.”

*******

After making use of the en-suite bathroom, you drag him to cuddle for a bit on the loveseat, your hair still wet. You sit in blissful silence for a while, but he shatters it by saying something completely out of left field.

“You know, you listed a lot more that we didn’t get to tonight. I still haven’t eaten you out, degraded you, or fucked on this couch, and I’m sure you were about to list even more things before I-”

You cut him off by burying your face in his shoulder, your cheeks instantly flushed. “Please… no more.”

He smiles as if he wasn’t just teasing you with your own explicit fantasies. “You were the one who said you wanted those things, no?”

“That was only cause you forced me to say them, you bastard! You know, you can be a real piece of work sometimes!” You raise your voice slightly, feigning anger even though you aren’t truly mad at him.

His reaction puzzles you for a moment. His eyes go wide and he blinks at you, not saying a word. You only realize what’s happened after you detect the lightest tinge of pink on his cheeks. After a few moments, he regains his composure and pulls you close, petting your hair.

“Hm… it’s only fair that I make my own list of fantasies as well, and I think there are some things that I need to… explore. That sound good to you?”

You opt to nod in response, your cheek brushing against his shoulder as you do. You don’t need to see his face to know the look he’s giving you right now. The feeling of his fingers combing through your hair and his warm body pressing against yours makes you feel the most comfortable you’ve felt in months, and it’s enough to lull you into a light, cozy slumber.

#fanfiction #Undead Unluck #Shen Xiang #Shen Xiang x Reader #reader-insert #gender-neutral reader #smut #reader insert #if you're just browsing the undead unluck or shen tag casually IM SO FUCGKING SORRY

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ickadori · 3 months

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++ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃

[summary] riling creed up is definitely something you should not do, and yet you always find yourself doing it.

[cws] fem reader. nsfw.

“Do you have to be such a barbarian all the time?”

“Hah?” Creed turns his head to you, a large drumstick in his fist as he loudly chews the meat. “You talkin’ to me?”

“Yes, Creed, I’m talking to you.” Your feet swing as you lean back in your seat at the elevated end of the round table. Billy had warned you on provoking the man, stating that there were far better ways to get his attention and that he wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of shoveling your innards off the floor when you inevitably went too far. “The only other person in this room. I had no idea you were barbaric in mind as well as in nature.”

He kisses at his teeth, the stitches on his face pulling as he glares at you from his seat at the other end of the table, and while the look was surely enough to send the strongest of men to their knees in fear, it only served to make a tingle of anticipation roll up your spine.

“You must have a death wish, little girl.” You huff, arms moving to cross over your chest as you narrow your eyes.

“Stop calling me that - we’re nearly the same age.”

“And yet you’re still dumb as all hell.” You bristle at the insult. “What? Can dish it but you can’t take it? Cute.” The bone he had been gnawing on, the meat long gone in his belly, is unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder. He stands from his seat, and in an instant your face is being pushed up against the cold surface of the table, your ass landing in Creed’s lap as he takes your seat.

“Creed—”

“Shut your mouth. You’ve done enough talkin’ to last a fuckin’ lifetime.” You’re shoved further onto the table, and your hands scramble for purchase as your legs dangle, your entire torso now flat on the cool material.

Is he…?

He yanks at your pants, and you sputter out a surprised shout of his name, earlier bravado now gone. While this had been your goal in mind, you had thought he’d have enough tact to retreat to the bedroom first, or at least a room that wouldn’t be filled in the twenty minutes. “W-We can’t - the meeting is gonna sta—!”

Two thick fingers push into your mouth, effectively silencing you, and you yelp around them when Creed successfully gets your pants and underwear down to your knees.

“Tch. So that’s why you’re more annoyin’ than usual.” Your skin warms as he sinks his fingers into the flesh of your ass and pulls your cheek to the side, rewarding him full view of your glistening cunt. “You needed your cunt filled.”

You whine around his fingers and he pushes them in deeper. A rough thumb swipes down your slit, and you jolt when he pushes it into your hole without warning, a low squelch sounding as your walls eagerly welcome him in. “There’s better ways to ask me to play with your pussy, ya know.” Your toes curl at his words, his thumb shallowly pumping in and out of you, and the sound of metal clinking is heard from behind you. “For one, you could beg.”

His finger leaves you only to be replaced with the head of his cock, fat and hot, and your tongue runs along his fingers, excess drool pooling down his wrist as you moan around his digits. His tip parts your folds, sliding up until it’s bumping into your clit, and your fingers curl into your palm as your lashes flutter.

His tip catches on your hole and slowly begins to breach it, and your breath comes out in short pants and you anticipate the stretch — the feel of your walls stretching to accommodate him, the feel of your cunt fluttering as it welcomes him inside, the feel of your stomach twisting and rolling as he pushes in impossibly deep, but that feeling never comes.

He slips back up to your clit, and you let out a pitiful whine that you’d be embarrassed about later in the privacy of your room. “I said you could beg, didn’t I?” His fingers pinch at your tongue before slipping out of your mouth, and then he’s settling his hand in the center of your back to keep you pinned. “So start beggin’, ‘less you don’t wanna come. ‘Cause I’m fine with this,” he ruts against you, cock sliding through slick folds, “I’ll come either way, but you need a little more, don’t ya? Need a nice, thick cock filling you up to make this pussy cream.”

“Creed,” you clench at his words, a fresh wave of slick spilling out to wet his length even more, and your hips shift back in a futile attempt to feel more friction. He’s purposefully avoiding your clit, and teasing your entrance with his tip - he goes in just a bit, just to give you a taste of what he could give you, before he goes back to sliding through your puffy lips.

“Now, with me being barbaric in mind and all,” he grunts, thick, muscular thighs slapping into the backs of yours on a hard thrust, “I might be wrong, but that didn’t sound like begging to me. You must not want to get fucked.”

“I do!” His thrusts become harder, rougher, and his hands move to your hips so he can pull you back against him. “I do, Creed, please.” His breathing is heavier, his thrusts quicker and sloppier, a signal of his end approaching, and tears prick at your eyes as your clit throbs in need. “Creed, please, please fuck me - I need you to fuck me.”

“Ah, too late.” He grits out, and then he’s pulling his hips back and lining his tip up to your hole, fat head popping in just an inch before he’s filling you up with warm, thick spirts of cum. “Fuuuuck,” he drawls out, hands tightening around your hips when you shift them back, and a pitiful cry works its way up and out of your throat as he pulls his hips back, thick globs of cum spilling from your cunt.

You don’t have any time to be upset, the sound of voices and footsteps nearing the room heard, and Creed pulls your pants and underwear back up just as roughly as he pulled them down. “If ya manage to be a good, docile little thing during this meeting, then I just might think about making you come afterwards.”

In one smooth movement, Creed slides out of your seat, pulls you back into it, and drops down to the floor just as the first person makes it into the room, that person being Billy.

He first looks to Creed who’s just taken his seat, not trying to hide the way he fixes his cargo pants, and then to you who’s squirming in their seat, hair mussed and hand jittery.

“…the meeting is postponed due to unsanitary conditions.”

#undead unluck x reader #undead x reader

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shiroisotto64 · 1 month

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Shen brat taming

You’d been pushing his buttons all week. Shen had tried be patient with you like normal however, you were keen on pushing the envelope.

He’d just gotten back from a tiring mission and mui had tried to convince you not to push your luck yet you hadn’t listened. You struck when he was in the middle of finishing his report of said mission.

However at the sight of your approach shen remained optimistic and would greet you normally. After you’d begun to pester him shen would gently try to dissuade you but the man could only take so much before he opens both eyes with a frown.

“I’d hoped you’d cut me a break after I’d gotten back but that seems to not be the case…I guess i underestimated how needy you can actually get. Don’t worry it’s an easy fix though.”

And with that he’d gently guided you over the desk and into his lap. Shen would gently nip at your neck and shoulders while chiding you.

“This is what you wanted right? My full attention. My hands all over you, not leaving an inch between us?”

It hadn’t taken long for him to prep you. A few orgasms from his fingers before you were pulled into his lap and pierced with his length. Shen was relentless with his pace and put you through multiple rounds of almost nonstop penetration.

“What’s the matter dear? You said you wanted my attention. That i’d been neglecting you, you were very persistent about it! We have to make up for lost time. You can handle one more round, yeah?”

#shen xiang x reader #shen undead unluck #undead unluck x reader #undead unluck #shen xiang #shen x reader

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anonymergremlin · 5 months

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How I imagine [Name] during their death and their revive as a puppet.

They are around their 30s. Mostly between 30-35 years. Their death is mostly natural, something that came from the health issues they got through the years as a stalker.

Anyway. [Name] dies while laying in their coffin. May sound weird and silly, but let me explain. It is a beautiful white coffin, the inside is soft, there are many blue flowers around the coffin and the lid is still open.

P is sitting next to them, holding their hand. They are mostly alone inside the cathedral. His fingers rub over their puls, as if he is scared of it fading way too fast. [Name] looks at him with tired but fond eyes. They are calm, because they accepted it but they also can't wait to return to him. For them death is... Like a little slumber. The last slumber to finally release them from the rest of Krat's nightmare. So they close their eyes, a last soft kiss from P lingering on their lips.

And then black. Until they wake up.

Sitting on a chair.

Their eyes move to their limbs, which have the familiar look of puppet parts. They want to look around more but they are stopped by two beautiful blue eyes coming in view. So they smile brightly.

"I am back love, I slept really well".

(Sorry for any errors. I wrote it on my phone ahcjdjdjdd Will correct it later).

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #p x reader #inventor!stalker!reader #tagged it with the inventor! stalker!reader in mind because of health issues and stuff #btw #thought was inspired by the 'undead unluck' ending

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vikuo-kuma · 2 months

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…Hello 🌝

I know it’s been a while since I posted but like teachers seem to like bombarding my class with homework and tests. 😕

And I’ve been trying to cope with the very little undead unluck fanfics, and I think I hit writers block for the first time 😔😔

PS. WHERE IS THE UNDEAD UNLUCK FANDOM, PLEASE, COME BACK 😭😭😭😭😭 I WANT FANFIC ABOUT BILLY 😫

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN 😫😫😫

#mashle x reader #anime #anime x reader #undead unluck #shounen #character x reader #fantasy #fanfic #x reader #oneshot

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spinningwebsandtales · 29 days

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Imagine Cheering Up A Depressed Andy

(Slight) Andy X FemReader

Ratings: T+

Warnings: Drinking, insults, mentions of death, slight spoilers

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) I am obsessed with Undead Unluck right now and I had to write a self indulgent Andy fic! I do ship him and Fuuko really hard but Andy is too perfect not to crush on. So while I have a ship I still want to enjoy some reader inserts with this handsome and unhinged dude! So this happened as I was so excited about a little of Andy's past getting animated! I had a little too much fun with the dialog too but I hope you all enjoy it! Until next time happy reading!

~Countess

Being a bounty hunter had it's perks though it was one of the toughest jobs offered in the growing country you live in. You had met your fair share of folks and about took out as many as well. The types of people you hunted, weren't like the upstanding citizens in normal towns you passed through. So they really weren't missed and kept their would be victims safe another day. You had just gotten finished with a particularly large bounty, so after collecting your reward you made the decision that you deserved a much needed break. Heading over to the next town, you carved yourself a place for the next two weeks or more.

After a week into your relaxation a stranger blew into town you never met before. He was a quiet character and it seemed like trouble drew to him like flies to a carcass. He was aloof and refused to speak much. Questions were answered with simple answers and he never gave more information than necessary. Even renting a room in the tavern/inn you were occupying had become awkward as he refused to answer the majority of the owner's questions. Only made worse when he was a coin short of the payment to stay. Without a word you dug into the pockets of your well worn pants before flipping it to the owner with amazing accuracy. He pocketed the man's payment quickly and the stranger turned around taking in your feminine form as you downed the rest of your glass and tipped your hat. Standing from the chair you made your way up the stairs, ignoring the jeers from the men below, your curiosity piquing the more you stayed close to the gray haired man.

A few more days passed by and still the gray haired stranger occupied the same space as you. He kept his distance, though he acted indifferent you could tell he watched his surroundings with an attentive gaze. The card in his forehead was a mystery that was driving you crazy. And even though the numerous tavern girls seemed to flock to him, he had no interest. The only thing he seemed to enjoy was the brawls that would break out, the majority of the time it was men starting arguments with him. The fights didn't last long and he always came out on top. He didn't joke. He didn't laugh. He rarely said a word. And despite yourself you found yourself sitting closer and closer to him every night. He was a mystery and you could feel the sad loneliness rolling off of him in waves. You should have ended your reprieve then and there. Left town and went back to what you were good at. But something deep inside nagged at you. You couldn't leave this man alone and part of you dreaded that you were going to pay a steep price for your curiosity.

The next night after finishing your meal, you went to the bar ordering two drinks and paying for them. The heavy glasses not the only weight as your heavy heart pounded in your chest. The enigma of the man sitting in his normal spot, pushing around the scraps on his plate. He didn't even jump or look up as you thudded the glass before him. After a few seconds, you cleared your throat, loudly. You didn't take kindly to being ignored, especially when you were doing a good deed. Those were rare and if this man had any sense he would be grateful.

He looked up, blue eyes dull and full of caution. It made you suck in a breath as he looked handsome far away, but up close he was stunning.

"Drink," you asked and he grunted in reply. Knocking the chair at his side back with your boot, you parked yourself right next to him throwing your slender legs up and crossing your ankles on the table top. Knocking your glass against his hard, you took a loud long guzzle. You sighed before gazing at him, waiting for the same.

"Not very ladylike are you," he asked simply.

You shrugged, "Not particularly. Can't afford to be in my line of work. Are you going to drink that or not? I paid for it and I won't let it go to waste."

He chuckled, though the mirth didn't make it to his eyes. He finally picked up the glass giving it a healthy swig.

"Good boy," you cooed and he glared.

"You buy drinks for men often?"

"Nope," you picked at your nails. "Even sad puppy dog eyed men get ignored by me. So you should feel very special. You tugged on my dried up heartstrings."

"They're not that dry then," he scoffed.

"Keep talking and that beer will disappear."

"Yeah," he took another drink. "Down my throat anyway."

You glared harder taking your feet off the table to lean in closer, "I may just shove that glass down your throat too while I'm at it."

He bared his teeth, "I'd like to see you try."

You shot upwards, snarling at him before quicker than a flash, he hooked his foot on your chair leg tugging it forward. The sturdy wood hit the back of your knees, crashing you back down into the seat. You sat stunned for a moment, unused to people gaining the upper hand on you.

"Simmer down I was joking," he rolled his eyes. "Whatever you do for a living sure did take your sense of humor."

"And here I thought the sad washed up sap no longer had one," you retorted quickly.

"I may be lost in thought but I can keep up with the best of them," his gaze darted back to you. "Just remember that."

A few tense moments passed by and the patrons that had watched the exchange between you both, started to relax. Even the owner had been tense as he didn't want his establishment wrecked by a fight between the two of you. With your glass empty, you stood to go get another one, when his hand wrapped around your wrist. Pouring the rest of the liquid that remained in his glass into yours. You sat there stunned at the kindness.

"I've had enough," he shrugged.

Your finger circled around the smudged rim as you now didn't know how to act around him. Many people didn't treat you nicely and if they did they always wanted something or take advantage of you.

"Got a name," you finally asked the curiosity not leaving you alone.

"No."

"Where you from?"

"Don't know."

"Well you're just a well of knowledge. Good chat," you rolled your eyes. "Guess I'll just call you bigmouth."

"Please. Don't."

"What," you grinned deviously, "do you prefer idiot? Maybe moron? Boring?"

"I get it," he waved a large hand.

You pouted thinking that would have gotten a rise out of him.

"Just call me Vic," he replied confused where he pulled that name from his mind.

"I think I rather call you bigmouth," you stated.

"Don't care."

Crossing your arms while slumping in the seat, you were starting to get annoyed for the lack of progress. The longer you spoke to Vic, the more your curiosity grew instead of shrinking.

"Soooo wanna share why you got such a long face over here," you asked.

"I rather not," he seemed to shrink further into his shell.

"Fine. I'll tell you something about myself first and then you have to at least give me something."

Vic shook his head but waved for you to continue. He remained quiet letting you have a moment of victory as you wouldn't let up until you got some bit of information from him.

"I'm a bounty hunter," you showed him the badge that normally hung between your breasts under your shirt. "Been all over this country and taken out many criminals. Been needing a break so I've been staying here."

Vic nodded, "I've been travelling myself. Taking out my own class of criminals with my team."

"Where is your team," you asked and immediately regretted it as he stiffened.

He looked away, emotion clogging up his throat a little bit, "They're dead. They were killed thanks to a barmaid who saved herself. I was the only one who survived."

That was one of the main reasons you refused to recruit on your missions. You didn't want to lose anyone and it was hard for you to get along with others very often."

"Sorry to hear that."

He shrugged again, "So I rather travel alone. It hurts less."

"That's the main reason I travel alone. Nobody to mourn and if I get turned into bird food. Then nobody is around to mourn me either."

"That's a sad existence," he replied.

"You chose the same existence as me," you pointed out, laughing into your mug.

He chuckled and this time the amusement made it's way to his eyes, "I guess I did. But it doesn't mean I don't make friends along the way."

"Are you calling me a friend there Vic?"

"We're drinking together aren't we," he pointed to the two mugs.

"I think I'm doing the majority of the drinking here," you said matter-of-factly.

Without another word Vic gave the owner the sign for two more drinks. He nodded getting to work filling two more glasses.

"My hero," you cooed kissing his cheek quickly. Vic sat there stunned for a few moments. You grinned smugly as you felt like you got some revenge for the seat ordeal he just pulled moments ago. Despite never trusting easily, you found yourself comfortable around Vic. He still had so many things left to uncover and you knew as soon as your time was up in town, you both would go your separate ways. But for this night and the last moments you and him would enjoy each other's company. Vic watched you closely and despite telling himself not to get close, he couldn't keep that promise to himself. You were too fascinating to him and he felt himself falling. Needing to know more, needing to get closer. He knew that it would end and that would be that, but for these quiet and blissful moments he would allow himself a chance to enjoy something good and fun. Until he was finally able to find his purpose or he found the death he craved. He hoped to find more people like you through his long journey, but this was your chance and you both wouldn't squander it.

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