#undead unluck andy art

[ratgirl112]

Undead Unluck Andy Art(W/ Sketch)

Fandom/Anime: Undead Unluck

Character: Andy

Art Credit: Mine

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[ozziyo]

a look inside the union sleeping quarters

[inafallsaway]

Watched undead unluck kinda unironically made the best romance I’ve seen in a while like hello?

[boringa55binch]

Flirting

[marionette-j2x]

Where my brain is currently at, you say?

Well...

[yams-here]

andy and victhor inner dialogue

[sweetimpurity]

HIS HANDS-

SFW

When you’re in the kitchen- his big hands appearing on your shoulders, at first, his thumbs gently kneading into the tense muscles at the back of your neck. His lips soon following and grazing your neck from behind. Sometimes he forgets his strength, or maybe your muscles are just so tense all the time. He presses a little harder and it almost hurts. Hurts in such a pleasant way. He presses firm and deep, trying to relieve you of all the physical stress you carry around. Or his hands coming around your waist, splaying out flat on your tummy, running up your abdomen, his mouth moving to kiss the side of your throat, feeling your pulse beneath the soft skin, and his arms wrapping all the way around. You’re all wrapped up in him, engulfed in his embrace as he persuades you to leave whatever task you’re doing and come to bed.

When he’s driving- and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, watching the city pass by. Could be date night and his fingers dance along your inner thigh, or rest on your knee. The veins in his hands prominent, his fingertips rough along your tender skin. His thumb running over the curve of your thigh. And when he’s bold, maybe stopped at a red light, he’s sliding his hand up a bit further. Only stopping when you grab his wrist, scolding him softly about how you haven’t even made it to the restaurant yet. He’d pout his lip or roll his eyes, driving along once the light turns green, just waiting until this torture can end and he can finally be all over you. 

When you’re playing with his hands- across the table, the center console, or just laying around the house. Spreading his long fingers out and pressing your palm to his. His fingers each a good inch longer than your own. Your digits weaving between his, softly grasping and his fingers following suit, squeezing your hand in his. Holding one of his big hands in two of your own, absentmindedly rubbing and massaging his palm. He watches your face with a soft smile. You don’t even know you’re doing it. Focused on something else maybe but he can’t help smiling knowing you can’t help touching him. 

When you’re married- playing with the ring on his finger. Hearing your rings clink together as you lace fingers. Every time you just think back to the wedding, to the promises you made to one another, the way you cried and the way he held you that night. Knowing that when other people see it, they’ll know he’s taken. That he’s yours.

When you’re angry/pouting- and he squishes your cheeks in his hand. Making you even more mad, maybe earning him a gentle smack on the arm or the silent treatment for the rest of the night. 

When you’re hugging him- and he always holds the back of your neck, under your hair, his hand wrapped around and keeping you so close, so safe and supported. Like he won’t let you go until he knows you’ll be okay when he does. His other arm wrapped around your waist, letting you bury your face in his shoulder; in his neck.

When you’re getting dressed- for date night or something having to do with his work. And you’re dressing elegantly. He just can’t keep his eyes off, waiting for that magical moment when you call him over to help with the zipper or the corset in the back. When your sweet voice calls to him, he’s like a dog, coming in to help and his fingers itching to touch your skin. The backs of his knuckles dragging up your spine as he works the zipper up the fabric. Running his hands back down once it’s done and kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder. 

NSFW

When he’s pinning your hands- to the bed; to the wall, above your head. Attacking your neck, your chest, with kisses, sucking marks into your skin all while keeping your hands away. His hand is big and strong enough to hold back both of your hands at once. Slotting his hips between your thighs, his body over yours, lacing his fingers with yours against the mattress so you can’t use them. You can’t touch him. He has total control. 

When his fingers dig in- to your thighs, your ass, your calves when your legs over his shoulders. Slapping your ass, smacking your inner thighs when he’s got you spread and sprawled on the bed. Taunting you with husked words and working you out. “You like that?” “You want more?” “So fucked out, baby- look at you…” Grabbing your cheeks when you’re losing all control, forcing you to look straight ahead at him, in his dark lust lidded eyes. “Don’t look away.” 

When he fingers you- all the way to orgasm. Maybe you’re in a place he can’t fully make you his. Maybe he’s driving as he does it. But there are too many prying eyes, so his hand disappears under your skirt/shorts and he’s pumping knuckle deep inside, curling his fingers at just the right spot, pressing the heel of his palm to your clit. His big thick fingers stretching you out, making you wetter, dripping onto your underwear that he’s practically ripped to shreds. Sometimes you think wearing no panties is the better move when going out with him because he’s ruined more pairs than you can count with those strong hands of his. He’ll finger you under the dinner table if no one can see it happening. And no one would know it’s happening because he’s so good at hiding what he’s doing to you. “Shh baby… can you be quiet for me?” “Be good and I’ll let you come.” “Be quiet or I’ll stop.” He says when your squirms or squeals threaten to give it away. 

When he’s holding your head down- against the pillows, ass up and face shoved in the fabric, one of his hands in your hair and the other holding your arm behind your back, pumping his hips into you, his pelvis knocking into your ass. Forcing the tension to build inside you, not letting you wiggle your way out. The sounds of sex filling the room along with your whines and the soft growls under his breath. This position always has you begging. For what, you’re not exactly sure, but you’re begging him “please please please!” and he drives into you harder, deeper, pushing you further into the pillows and slapping your ass raw. His deep voice mumbling about your perfect pussy, how pretty you sound, how well you take him, how much he needs you as he’s coming hard. 

When you’re on your back- his hips pumping, thrusting between your thighs. One leg over his arm and the other wrapped around his waist. His hands all over you, on your hips, your stomach, your thighs, until his fingers come to your chin, his thumb pressing to your bottom lip. “Suck.” He commands. Your eyes lock with his, taking the digit into your mouth, his thumb curling over and pressing on your tongue. His chest heaving and sweaty from multiple rounds, flushed to the tips of his ears, his eyes hazy and fucked. You suckle on the tip of his thumb, letting your tongue swirl around like you’re trying to read his fingerprint. He feels himself getting closer watching this, closer to coming for the umpteenth time. His dick swallowed and kissed by every sweet spot in your gushing perfection. Over and over again. “That’s it…good girl…” “Suck it, baby, suck on it…” He pants. His thumb comes out with a small pop! shoving his pointer and middle finger into your mouth and you instantly latch on, your hands grasping at his forearm, both gasping as you come together. 

MIGUEL, NANAMI, TOJI, Satoru, ANDY, Suguru, Sukuna, your fav <3

kinda hate this tbh but it's still hawt :/

[undeadunluckartzz]

Love them.😍😍

[izipizzie]

FUUKO IZUMO !!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

[oneshimaru]

udul characters that AREN'T shen

[danicloth]

Day 2 Undead 🧟‍♂️

So… Andy is an Undead Werewolf? 🤔

[fireflylitsky]

Some Andy and Fuuko for Valentine's Day

The fic to go with it: Middle of The Night

Rated: E Word Count: 10k Pairing: Andy(Undead Unluck)/Fuuko Izumo Summary: Fuuko has a nightmare. Andy has an idea. He's pretty sure he can take her mind off things.

[ozziyo]

Help her

[gintoekis]

HAPPY UU ANIME DAY!!🎉🎉🧟‍♂️☄️

[boringa55binch]

Anfuu Shirt Swap

[feuersturm97]

I finished my anfuu sketches