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foxpawwritten · 1 year

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Zydrate Anatomy Exchange

A little Graverobber x OC based on the lyrics to zydrate anatomy. Smut warning, this is just smut that’s all it is. You have been warned. Eventually I’ll post this to Ao3 as well.

Graverobber traces a finger across my jaw, tilting my chin up. His features are barely illuminated by what little light filters through the alley from the streetlight at the corner.

His voice is low and gravely, “Drug market, sub market. Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.” I’ve known Graves long enough to know he isn’t expecting me to respond. In fact if I did respond at all he wouldn’t hesitate to take the hand that is delicately touching my cheek and wrap it around my neck, squeezing until I was gasping. Just like zydrate, Graves makes the pain pleasurable and he enjoys doing so.

I silently watch him as he turns my face gently to the side, studying the curve of my neck as he mutters to himself. “Blood market,” his tongue is warm on my neck as he quickly glides it from my collar bone to my ear. His voice is rumbly and low as he whispers into my ear, “love market.”

Hi grip on my cheek and chin tightens suddenly, “Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.” He drops my face suddenly and I stumble slightly as he turns away from me. “Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all.”

Just as quickly as the frustration came on to him it disappears again and he is all charm again. He pulls a glowing blue vial from one of the many pockets on his coat, “Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.” He pulls me in close, gripping the small of my back. He slowly traces the cold vial against my collar bone, leaving goose flesh on my skin. He ghosts his lips across my cheek and neck, his breath hot and damp on my skin.

He drops the hand from the small of my back, reaching into another hidden and pulling out a syringe gun, “And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.” I shiver as he softly drags the needle down my neck and in between my breasts. “And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.” He closes the space between us, hovering over me without actually touching me. The urge to just try and melt into him, begging him to touch me is overwhelming but that would just earn a punishment.

My patience is rewarded when he dips down to his knees and roughly pulls my leg over his shoulder. He pushes my skirt aside, exposing my bare thigh to him. He grips hard, his knuckles turning white. He rests the tip of the needle as high up my thigh as he can, he pushes it in enough for a dark drop of blood to slowly begin to drip down my thigh. He pulls the trigger without warning. “And when the gun goes off, it sparks are you’re ready.” His face is pushed into my chest as I convulse forward when the zydrate hits my system.

All thoughts disappear in the calming wave of zydrate. I run my hands through his hair, keeping him pushed against me. I wrap my fingers in the tangles and pull a bit. My voice is barely a rasp, “Graverobber, Graverobber” I swallow before continuing again, “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.” A lie. Deep down I know why. Graves slips gently from my grasp, ducking down so his face is level with my thigh. He licks the ruby blood that has been slowly dripping down my leg and stops when he gets to the injection point. Kissing the spot, he looks up at me. When he knows he has my full attention he bites down. Any pain from the pressure instantly turns into sparks of pleasure. “Graverobber sometimes I wonder why I need you at all.”

He smirks against my leg, his breath sending shivers through my body. “You need a little help with the agony.” I close my eyes as he slowly traces a finger up my leg. “And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against your anatomy.” His fingers tease across my skin as he speaks. “And when the gun goes off you’re ready for me.” He slips his fingers under the edge of my underwear, wasting no time to start teasing soft circles around my clit.

His fingers are rough from his work but his touch is unbelievably tender as he deftly slips a finger inside of me and then another, curling his fingers. My eyes roll back as my hips buck against his hand. I try and press myself further into his touch but the grip he has on my waist keeps me firmly in place. Looking down I see his smug smile and manage to gasp out, “Graverobber, sometimes I wonder why I need you at all.” Graves easily sees through the lie, rubbing his thumb over my clit and massaging a circle into the bud as I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.

Once he is satisfied that I am enjoying myself he quickly pulls his fingers from me. I frown from the sudden loss of pleasure. Before I can complain he grabs my ass and pushes me onto his face. I gasp and let out a moan as his tongue flicks over my clit. He gently laps at me with a steady pace as I try to grind into his face. My hands gripping his shoulders to brace myself, nails digging deep into his coat. He pulls back, his grip on my waist tightening so I can’t follow him. A punishment for not being able to control myself.

“It takes you there.” He mutters, dipping his head down close to my knee and places his lips on the skin. “It’s pure.” His teeth scrape against my skin as he slowly climbs up my leg. “It’s rare.” He growls, his nails dig into my thigh leaving scratch marks in their wake. “It takes you there.” He thrusts his face inbetween my thighs, giving me a single lick before saying. “I take you there.”

Graverobber bites and nips at me, scattering licks and kisses across the marks on my skin to ease the pain. He bites my hip hard and pleasure shoots through me in waves. Graves stands up quickly crashing his lips against my own. He pushes me back until I stumble and he catches me around the waist easing me to the ground until I can feel the wet concrete beneath my back. He doesn’t stop kissing me, his tongue dominating my own. When he pulls back I try to follow but he is quick to grab around my neck and push me back into the cold ground. I squirm under his grip while his other hand works to get his pants undone. Once free he rolls his hips into mine and I lift my legs around his waist. He doesn’t wait to enter me with one assertive push, staring down at me as I arch my back in pleasure and cry out underneath him. When I finally become still he releases his grip from around my neck.

“Good girl.” He says lowly, brushing the fingers that were gripping my neck in featherlight touches down my breasts, teasing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger before lifting them to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. He tangles his hand in the hair near my scalp and pulls back, making me cry out again.

Between the sensation of him inside of me and the zydrate heightening every feeling of pleasure I gasp as I climax. Shuddering into his touch and raking my nails under his shirt across his back. The pleasure is intense as every muscle in my body tightens before relaxing in the release. Graverobber grins darkly down at me giving me only a moment to try and recover, his plans for me are far from over. He dips his head down to me on the concrete and slowly licks my collar bone, his tongue pressed flat as he slowly drags it up my neck and stops at my lips. Kissing me roughly he guides me into standing back up, turning me around and then pushing me roughly against the wall. His hands cage my body underneath his and I can feel his breath hot and rapid against the back of my neck. He hovers his lips above my skin and as I turn to look back at him he kisses me again. It’s just the softest brush of his lips against mine before he spinning me around again to face him and shoving me down onto my knees.

He waits patiently for me, staring down expectantly until I take him softly into my mouth. I try to go agonizingly slow to tease him but a quick thrust of his hips cause me to gag. I instinctively try to pull back but he has gripped the back of my head keeping his cock deep in my throat until I can adjust to him. Graverobber at least has the decency to stay still until I relax my throat to start moving again. He starts slowly this time but quickly finds a rhythm he likes. I stare doe eyed up at him as he releases the grip on the back of my head, cupping his fingers behind the back of ear and along my jaw. It doesn’t take him long to let out a groan, rolling his head back and closing his eyes as he enjoys it. His touch becomes less demanding on my jaw as he gives me more control.

Slowly, carefully so I don’t startle him. I let myself begin to touch him. I trace the outline of his hips, following the downward v before dipping my fingers under the edge of his shirt and gently scratching up his sides. He doesn’t pull away from my touch but instead leans into it slightly. Emboldened, I add a little bit more force behind my touch and bring my hands back down so I can fondle him as I work my mouth around him. After a time Graves drags me up off my knees and to my feet again. He kisses me, backing us into the wall until my back is pressing into the brick. He presses his body flush against mine and his lips brush against the top of my forehead. I try and stay as still as I can while he dips low enough to bite my earlobe. I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck. He brushes his lips across my skin settling on my shoulder before biting down hard enough to leave a dark mark. As he does he thrusts back into me and I cry out in bliss. Every thrust inside of me is faster as I wrap a leg around his waist and throw my arms around his neck. His hands grasp up and down my body, pinching and playing with my nipples and leaving scratch marks along my thighs and hips. His pace quickens as he shoves himself as deep as he can within me, staying there and capturing my cry of pleasure with his lips as we both climax. We stay entangled like that for a moment, kissing as we ride out our highs. Eventually his touch softens and becomes teasing as he moves so he can slip a hand between my thighs and begin again.

#Jesus Christ this is long #repo! the genetic opera #graverobber x reader #repo man is gonna come for me for this one #oh lord #there is so much smut #why do I even like the dirty grave man anyways #i have problems #not sure if this says more about me for writing it or you for reading the whole thing #r!tgo graverobber #repo graverobber

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belamourelysianlimerence · 2 years

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Nathan Wallace x s/o HC

Repo the genetic opera

•He is an old romantic and would definitely make you an Italian meal. Pasta, Wine, Classical music, and candlelight. *I'm blushing already* Will dance with you. That's Amore. "Where did you get a flower!?" 'I have my ways.'

•He loves how much you care about Shilo. Doing things with her that he had difficulty doing: talking about boys, makeup, singing and dancing, the whole 17 and fuck you teenage deal. And the things he had no time to do: take her shopping via video phone, and bringing her bugs she never had opportunities to catch. "Dad! Look, it's a Scarab! An actual Scarab!" "What? Y/n, how did you-" "I have my ways."

•He does tell you about Marni, and though he loves you, what happened was traumatic, and with him being reminded every day of his life, letting her go is hard. But he's working on it and is deeply appreciative of how patient you are with him. 'She loved the Opera and the Victorian style. It was her greatest passion!' *hm, I like opera and corsets*

•When you finally find out, and you will find out (because you're not locked in a room) that he has a 'thankless job' that isn't exactly the type of hospital surgeon he told you he was, you are livid. "How can you of all people be this person!?"

And rightfully so, you scream at him about morals and he shouts back about contracts, and regrets, little tid bits of info that make him look insane. 'I just want Shilo to be safe!! "What does that have to do with this!?

At first, he is petrified of what you would do, but he cares for you too much to kill you. So, he becomes iron clad, cold, you rarely talk for weeks. ... ...

You tell Shilo nothing, of course. He was always so passionate about his love for his daughter, you know he wouldn't hurt her. (you don't know about the poison) but, you still care about him. "I know he's obsessive, you have every right to feel imprisoned." 'I just want one day out there!'

•It becomes apparant how much as you witness the weeks go by, and in your brief glimpses of eye contact as you pass eachother in the hall, go from him having daggers in his eyes, to him giving tired, worn down and pleading glances. Longer desperate stares, from his end of the dinner table. A soft smile from the corner of the living room, where he sits in his chair and peeks up at you when he's reading. -clears throat- 's'cuse me..'

'Accidental' touches and brushes from his hand to yours, a touch on the shoulder as he shuffles by you in the kitchen, a half asleep attempt at wrapping his arm around you in bed. Till he remembers. 'sorry, if I could just.. Shilo wants some chips.'

•He is a gentle lover. He can be rougher if in the mood, but his usual limit is just passionate love making. *whoo, it's hot in here*😳

•Can actually be a huge softie and give you anything with just some puppy eyes and a pout. Even 'the monster' in him melts under your hand. 🥺'No, no. That's not fair!' -laughs- 'okay, okay. One time!'😏

•The thought of him getting you pregnant terrifies him. He would be on cloud 9, of course! But, he would be frantic with worry. The guilt from his late wife can be paralyzing to him. 'It's not safe-' "Tell you what, when I start to show, I won't go out at night."

•He didn't know he'd love you so much, but he do.

#self ship #f/o community #self ship community #self shipping community #self ship positivity #f/o #f/o post #f/o stuff #f/o tag #self insert community #repo!tgo #repo! the genetic opera #nathan wallace #shilo wallace #f/o x reader #slasher x s/o #s/o headcanons #fictional s/o #repo man

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ktaerssoi · 6 days

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summary: after a long game, that the team lost, paige comes home wanting nothing more then to cuddle with her girlfriend.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

postgame blues.

(1k)

watching your girlfriend struggle to keep her cool in the middle of a game against Iowa was difficult, it was even worse because you couldn't even be there in the stadium. due to your professor assigning a paper last week out of the blue, you were unable to go to the game and support Paige because you had to write a conclusion on the mathematics of something.

you weren't getting much work done as you had been too distracted by Paige during the game, so you ultimately turned it off in the third quarter but kept your phone notifications on.

as the last quarter finishes, you get one final notification letting you know that UConn has not won against Iowa. tonight was going to be hard for Paige.

Paige got home about an hour later, and you had been prepared for her to just go straight upstairs and shower, and be pretty quiet for the rest of the night. But, to your surprise, she instead unlocked the door, dropped her bag down, and came and hugged you on the couch.

"p, you know I am so proud of you right?" you whisper as you feel her shove her head further into your neck, she nods a little. "so you know that losing this game does not take away from your value as a person, right?" she nods again, and you can feel a tear dampen your shirt.

"p, baby," you lift her head, looking at her for a moment, wiping her cheeks dry before pulling her back to you. planting a kiss on her head, you get up, heading to the kitchen. grabbing two spoons and a half-eaten container of cherry garcia ice cream, Paige's favorite, you walk back into the living room where Paige is now sitting up, her head leaning against the cushions as she zones out.

"Paige, c'mon baby, don't dwell on this game, it doesn't define your career okay? you're so much more than just your sport." your words seem to hold only truth, and Paige nods, a faint smile on her lips as you hand her a spoon and the ice cream.

"did you watch the game?" Paige asked quietly, you felt bad not watching the game in full, but you did have work you needed to do. "I watched the first half, but I had to turn it off because you were distracting me from my essay," you smile at her, taking a spoonful of ice cream. she nods slowly, seeming to relax a little as she knows the game is over and you still love her even after her "bad performance" in said game.

Once the ice cream is gone, you get up and throw away the empty container. you realize suddenly that Paige is still in her uniform, and you plop down next to her on the couch again as you pull her closer to you. "why don't you go take a shower? get changed and we can watch some TV or something." Paige looks up at you suddenly, "trying to get rid of me?" she smiles, cracking her first joke since she had been home.

"oh gosh no, I will miss you so dearly well you're away for 15 minutes, I can barely function even thinking about it." you kiss her head squeezing her extra tight as you get up from the couch for the second time, pulling her up with you. once the two of you were standing, she towered over you, standing at a good 5'4 you weren't necessarily the tallest person in the world.

"What is your way of convincing me to shower to get in with me? if so, it's working." she smiles down at you, and you pray the room is dim enough that she doesn't spot the pinkish hue covering your cheeks. "ha ha. no, I am going to go make our bed and find a movie we can watch once you get out of the shower. alone."

paige sighs as she starts heading towards the bathroom, and you follow behind her, but you quickly turn to end up in your guys' bedroom, plopping down on the bed trying to locate the remote. it had been almost ten minutes before you heard the water start running. this girl and her 45-minute showers. you roll your eyes as you scroll through, finding a good-sounding movie, Repo Man. You make the bed quickly and find your phone, trying to pass the time as you wait for Paige.

when she finally gets out to your bedroom, gets dressed, and climbs onto the bed next to you it is almost 11 pm. "Paige, I think you might have just taken the longest shower in human history." you smile at her, crossing your arms as you rest against the headboard. "I had to wash the loss off of me, can't bring that into this sacred bed." she pats the space between you at the end of her statement, getting an eye roll and a smile from you.

once you two start the movie and get comfortable, Paige is already half asleep on top of you. her head was resting comfortably on your shoulder, and her legs were tangled with yours as her soft snores could be heard not even an hour into the movie, you kissed her forehead, turned off the tv, and rolled over to lean into her.

you wake up to giggles from the doorway as you see KK with her phone out taking pictures of you two cuddling. She had found the key, again.

bro omg there is this girl in my class and i actually like her like a lot but i literally cannot tell if shes gay so and like were friends, i mean she sits in front of me and we talk like all the time and she always gives me such mixed signals but literally i was leaning on her a little and we were watching her tiktok or wtvr and AN EDIT OF PAIGE CAME UP and she said she was fine SO I THINK SHES INTO GIRLS. sos chat. - kate

#paige bueckers fic #paige #paige bueckers #wcbb #this is so bad #sos chat #idk if shes gay

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sammysficfactory · 5 months

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Check That

eren yeager x black!femreader

summary: sometimes when family crosses boundaries, you have to remind them of their place. my excuse to write thanksgiving clapbacks

wc: ~0.5k

tags: fluff, comedy

warnings: mentions of food

notes: happy thanksgiving if you celebrate!, school is whooping me sorry i haven’t been posting often😭, beta read, inspired by those tiktoks, mostly centered around the reader, i feel like i’m just yapping in this👎🏾, feedback is welcome

Every year. You don’t even know why you come to your grandmother’s house every thanksgiving just to deal with your hypocritical family. You wish you would’ve just gone over Eren’s family’s house instead. Your leg bounces and Eren rubs your knee comfortingly.

“Y/N, why do you sneak off on us every other holiday? We are your family, you shouldn’t avoid us like that.” An aunt not-so-secretly judges you, her southern drawl making it all the more demeaning, but this year you came prepared.

“The same reason the repo man snuck off with that busted Nissan of yours.” You reply nonchalantly, causing your boyfriend to choke on his greens before covering it up by taking a sip of his water. Quiet snickers are heard across the large rectangular table as you continue to eat.

“Still ain’t got the car back yet either.” Your mother says under her breath, but loud enough for you and Eren to hear. You smirk, trying to keep yourself from laughing. You appreciate the fact that your parents have always had your back when you needed it.

That seemed to be enough to keep your aunt quiet for a good while. You bask in the warmhearted laughs and conversation now that your shady aunt has nothing more to say. The comfort of family is beginning to melt all the stress of your daily life away. That is until your aunt Jackie’s daughter Destiny decides to chime in on the topic of marriage. She’s been giving Eren bedroom eyes the entire evening.

“So cuz, this is the first time you brought Eren over for a family dinner. Are y’all a serious thing?” She twirls her fork in the spaghetti on her plate, making doe eyes at Eren that causes him to screw his face up slightly.

“Eren and I are just as serious as your fraud charges. Thank you for your concern, can you pass the yams?” You reply, rolling your eyes and feeling annoyed all over again. Your knee bounces a bit more intensely and just like always, Eren is right there to soothe you. He rubs your knee and places a kiss on your cheek for good measure. You exhale heavily, doing your best to keep yourself in check.

A few hours later with no further incidents, you and Eren say your goodbyes and leave out the door. You get in the passenger seat and let out a heavy and exhausted sigh. Eren turns your head towards him gently, just two fingers on your jaw and chin. He places a long, soft, and loving kiss on your lips.

“You did good today, I thought we were gonna have to get it poppin’ on thanksgiving.” He jokes, resulting in a chuckle coming from you. His eyes seem to glow a little when he sees you smile, a satisfied look on his face.

“There she is, there’s my lady.” He almost coos at you, his voice is just as soothing and warm as the smile on his face before he brings you in for another kiss. The two of you pull away slowly, taking some time just to stare at each other and decompress together.

The two of you make it home with plastic bags of takeaway containers in tow, setting them on the table before separating them into what the two of you would eat on your own, and what you would share. Ultimately stuffed, you and Eren lay on the couch tangled in each other’s limbs watching Charlie Brown movies.

#sam’s masterlist #black reader #black reader insert #black!reader #fluff #eren x black reader #eren jeager x reader #eren aot #eren x black fem!reader #eren yeager #aot x you #aot eren #attack on titan #snk x reader #aot x reader #black!y/n

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scp230kinnie · 8 months

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HIII!! Can i request Dr. Bright, Dr. Glass and Dr. Clef with an s/o that can burn anything they touch when they want to? ty!

Various! SCP researchers x fire powers! Reader

Ermmmm okay itts been so long since I’ve written stuff

Characters: Dr. Bright, Dr. Clef, Dr. Glass

Warnings: Fire, cringe, not proofread

Dr. Jack Bright

-he loves lighting stuff on fire in the first place

-when he met you (or found out about your abilities) the interest in fire went up by 1000

- makes you light anything he needs tbh😭

- candles, joints, whatever the hell

- would LOVE to show you off whenever he can

- “look what my partner can do 😻”- him before making you light something on fire probably

- prays you won’t turn on him and light him on fire or something

-would for sure tease clef and kondraki

- would show you his favourite things to burn (everything)

- tries to get you to help him in pranks and stuff with that

- would probably try to get you to light him on fire to see what happens

- would make s’mores with you duh

- He thinks you’re………

-hot

-I’m so sorry

Dr. Alto Clef

not sure if he’s jealous or terrified

- at least you can keep him warm

- would get you a fire extinguisher every holiday as a joke

- will get insurance on everything immediately

-would definitely make dates exciting

-whether you do it for fun or just when necessary, he does NOT care

- would always get you to light his cigarettes

-will literally not accept a lighter

-like seriously will cross the entire foundation or something to find you just to light his cigarettes

-wants you to blow stuff up

-anyone he’s mad at he would definitely threaten to have you light them on fire

- will not stop with the fire puns🙁

Dr. Simon Glass

he thinks it’s badass as long as you’re not hurting anyone or yourself

- would spend all his time trying to make sure you’re not lighting anything on fire

- Without his permission

-definitely wants to study you more

-sorry but you’ll always be a test subject with him 😭💀

- would also get you a fire extinguisher every holiday, but not as a joke

-this man is always TERRIFIED for you and your safety

-along with the people around you

-is absolutely fascinated by you

-if you live together he tries his hardest to fire proof and safety the house

-even if you’re not using it

-he would honestly try to find ways to use your abilities in beneficial, productive, or creative ways

Okay guys that’s it pls enjoy

SEND ME SAW OR REPO THE GENETIC OPERA REQUESTS PLEASE😭 WHILE IM STILL HYPERFIXATED

That’s all bye

#fluff #headcanons #scp230kinnie #scp #scp foundation #tumblr #fanfic #fanfiction #writer #dr glass #dr alto clef #dr clef #dr simon glass #dr bright #dr Jack bright #dr glass x reader #dr bright x reader #dr clef x reader

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slxsherwriter · 8 months

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Hand Picked

Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera

Pairing: Luigi Largo x female reader

Word count: 1,881

Warnings: Cursing, canon typical violence, Luigi being himself, organ repossession

A/N:It had been years since I watched Repo and at the time I had watched it for Anthony Stewart Head. Rewatching it for Bill was an experience. This is a bit of a tease for another fic idea that expands upon the ground work here. I warned you all the Moseley brainrot had set in.

The relative quiet of the office was a stark contrast to the constant noise coming from right outside the building. Then again, in today's day and age, quiet was a rare commodity. The streets were always alive with the noise of the desperate and downtrodden. In most of the city. The few spots where those with wealth resided tended to be a little more quiet. No Zydrate addicts at least.

The quiet was welcomed though, needed even. An opportunity to reset from the long day. Uncommon it was for you to experience the sort of hours that you pulled today and all the trouble that came with it. Ten hours scouring the streets, fighting with those that were terrified at the mere sight of you. Everyone feared the Repo men. Contrary to popular belief, there was more than one of you. With the business that Geneco did and the way that people defaulted on their debts, one man wouldn't cut it. The Largo's would have been out of business a long time ago, despite being one of the only names in the game. The numbers were small, though. And recently, the numbers had gotten even smaller. Down to just two of you now.

Organs already returned to the store rooms, you were simply finishing up a few pieces of paperwork to close the accounts. Dull work really and something that you could have left for someone in a lower position. But, it was those moments that allowed you to calm down from the high of the hunt, recenter yourself back into a controlled semblance of a human being rather than the monster that the public know your masked face to be.

It would be a lie to say that you didn't get some sort of enjoyment out of your job. A fact that you would have ventured to guess when you first started several years ago.

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You didn't come from a family with money, just an incredibly scrappy will to survive in a world where money often meant survival itself. Instead, you had been blessed with intelligence, enough smarts to prove your worth to society and the company that ran the world. Geneco had pegged you for medical school when you were nothing more than a smart mouthed teenager with a problem with authority.

True, your trust in the company had been low. Practically, nonexistent if you were honest. But, it was a chance to get out of the streets, away from the constant fight and scrap. Sure, you knew you were trading one devil for the other, but at least with the opportunity to become a doctor, you may be able to properly make something of yourself. Taking the offer that had been presented on a silver platter, you signed the contract and unknowingly sealed a fate that neither you nor the company could have ever really anticipated.

School had shown your true potential. A skilled, deliberate hand and the ability to not only quickly pick up information but react to it as well had all of the professors singing your praise. Top in the class, across the board. Of course, those at GeneCo were kept aware of the process that you made, like they were each and every student who signed a contract with them. Apparently.it was enough praise that two of the Largo's themselves decided to come and assess your value when you closed in on graduation.

The first time that you met Luigi, you had been standing over a fresh cadaver, ready to give a presentation as part of a final project for one of the last graded classes you were taking. Rotti stood beside him, both in watching you with an intent that bordered on dangerous, making you feel like the piece of meat that was laying on the table before you. But being under pressure had always forced you to perform well. Dissecting away flesh and muscle with ease, you began to show the proper method for organ removal to allow them to potentially be used by the company. Not for resale exactly but for the scientists that were making continued improvements on them. The entire thing took half the time it took several other students once they came up to attempt the process themselves, a fact that you snickered about to yourself.

It was only when you were washing the blood off of your hands that Luigi approached. Rotti had chosen to speak with the attending surgeon who taught the class rather than you right off the bat.

"Not half bad with a blade…" You looked up from the station you were at, a kind smile plastered to your lips. The last thing that you needed to do was piss off the man before you.

"I appreciate the kind words, Mr. Largo." It even sounded level, and you gave yourself a quick mental put on the back for it. The words seemed to amuse him rather than piss him off another win. Up close, you could appreciate the blueness of the man's eyes. They didn't seem unnatural. While GeneCo was very good at what they did, it was going to be your job to know the difference. "You and your family, your company, has been more than generous in putting me through school. The least that I can do is make sure that the debt is repaid in full, to the best of my ability." There seemed to be something else on the tip of his tongue, but before he could speak any further, he was called away by his father. The senior Largo didn't approach, seemingly having nothing to say to you at the moment. That suited you fine.

Of course, you had no way of knowing that the wheels had been turning in the man's head after seeing your presentation. Graduation came and went, with another contract signing, this time for employment. Wages were garnished some to make up for what had been paid out to send you to school. That was fine by you since it made life easier. One less thing to worry about. That was how you looked at it. It also brought you back into contact with Luigi. Apparently, he was the one that helped manage accounting and financing.

The Gentern that had been there to help was a bumbling fool of a woman. Clearly new, she couldn't keep her face neutral, nor could she actually do her job as every paper that they had needed wasn't present. When Luigi shoved the knife into her gut and tossed her carelessly to the side. You blinked before pointing down to the body.

"You want me to salvage what I can from that? Before they are no good?" He blinked, seemingly caught off guard by your lack of reaction. It pulled him from the mess of anger that had overtaken him. "I imagine that the intestines are punctured, but the liver, stomach, and obviously any organs in the upper torso would be fine." This was the way of the world. You couldn't afford to blink at death. Especially working for this company and around the family that owned it. All the body was now was a sack of meat with some useful parts.

"Yeah, go take care of that. We will meet in a couple of hours, and I'll have someone less incompetent this time. And we will be negotiating new terms of employment." There was a bit of a growl to the words, showing that the simmering rage was still there. But there was something else in the look. A heat that made a shiver run down your spine. Well, that was interesting. You were wordlessly helped by another Gentern that appeared, giving you time to think over your own reaction. Luigi was a good looking man. There was no denying that. But he couldn't possibly be interested in you. Nol-when he had women hanging off of him all the time, well, mainly the Genterns, but they still counted. Plus, he could really have anyone he wanted.

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The sound of the door to your office slamming open pulled you from the memories. Your start at GeneCo was definitely something unique. No one else had been set on the path that you had but you didn't mind in the least.

"For fuck sakes woman, are you planning on being in this damn office all fucking night?"

"Hello to you too, Luigi," you greeted him, a smile coming to your face and amusement tinging the words. He paused at the edge of the desk before plopping right down on the corner.

"Fifteen repossessions today. Maybe I should piss you off more often. Clearly, it's good for business." There was a playful edge to the words as he looked through the few files that remained on the desk. He would have kept up with your long day, the smug bastard that he was. Probably wanted to see how the argument from that morning affected you. Even through it, you couldn't help but smile, not feeling an ounce of frustration over the reaction. "You ready to go home?" You stretched your legs out under your desk, debating if you were going to try and make him sweat it out a bit. Not that he really worried over much besides acquiring GeneCo.

"Yeah, I am. Are we ordering in tonight?" You pushed up only to have him wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close. Resting against his side, you waited for the next response from the man, unsure where this was leading right then and there. Luigi was unpredictable even to you. Dating for the better part of three years or not, his temper often made him react in unexpected and unanticipated ways. But even outside of anger, he wasn't the easiest to read.

Sure, to some degree, your relationship had curbed some of that volatility. But, Luigi would always have a temper. The outlets that you had come up with only went so far. That didn't count the times that perhaps you encouraged it a little, at the very least agreed with the actions. Sometimes, people made it really easy to remember that most of the population was a bunch of idiots.

Not another word was said as his lips pressed against yours. Ten plus hours was probably the longest time that you had spent apart in recent weeks. As busy as you had been, you would be hard pressed to say he hadn't been on your mind. Add to that the fact that he did often like to watch you work, and today had been a challenge in far more ways than simply a long day.

"Shame you didn't save any of them for a show…" The words came murmured against your lips, his barely parted from yours.

"I guess we'll just have to skip the foreplay tonight then." His hand began to slide downwards sIowly, lips twisting into a far more egear smile. "Or we can head out and see who else may just have defaulted on payments…"

"That's my girl. The rest of that paperwork can be done by some useless fuck we are paying to do some job they likely aren't doing correctly. Can all be handled tomorrow. Let's get the fuck out of here."

#slasher writing #horror writing #slasher x reader #bill moseley #luigi largo #luigi largo x reader #repo! the genetic opera

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screaming-cicada · 1 year

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Repo Mantis x M Reader headcanons

Romantic \ Male reader \ Headcanons \ Second person

a/n: i love him he’s my baby girl i’m gonna write him so much. also do you like the banner i put in? :3

warnings: one curse word, pet names

fem aligned dni please

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Repo is bisexual !!!! we love a pathetic bisexual evil man. He’s known he’s bi since forever but has no idea how to date or anything. He’s never even dated a guy before so your relationship is pretty awkward at the beginning.

You often help out at the yard with inventory and stuff. Mainly helping with chores that require thumbs since his whole mutation thing makes a lot of tasks more difficult.

He loves it when you cuddle. Repo is the type of guy to say that he’ll only be the big spoon but loves it when you hold him in your arms, it makes him feel safe and loved.

Repo also loves just trapping you in his arms playfully. Repo is a very playful guy in relationships and you often have small play fights and joke around.

He can’t really do normal dates since yknow, but he loves either watching movies with you or walking around the yard and telling you about all the different car models and crap and the stories behind all the stuff in his yard.

If you kiss his face or raptoriales and call him pretty or handsome, he’ll fucking melt. Like i said: Repo’s not that used to affection or dating so he turns to putty when you compliment him

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t return the favor; he loves complimenting you and calling you cute names (they’re not too sappy tho). Repo calls you things like handsome, beautiful, pretty boy, and sweetheart.

Repo thinks it’s a miracle that a man like him scored a guy like you.

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#rottmnt #tmnt #x male reader #romantic #male reader #rottmnt x male reader #repo mantis x reader #tmnt x male reader #repo mantis x male reader #gay #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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cresent2003 · 5 months

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Payment.

Pavi Largo x Fem! Reader

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Marina's legs burned as she ran around the streets like a spooked rat.

She didn't have the money for her payments.

Not after her mother hacked her account and took everything she had.

She paid everything until now and that was easy to notice on the vulture's end and now she was running from them.

The repo man was dead but that didn't stop the fear.

It was worse now.

The Gene Co guards did the chasing for the family that sat in golden chairs watching the world scream in fear when they slip up.

She ran to a wall before collapsing as her heart raced in her ears.

It was all too much as she tried to stand back up.

She couldn't.

They were getting close and she couldn't move.

Their heavy footsteps got closer as Marina prepared for what was going to happen to her.

Suddenly someone grabbed her causing her to scream.

"We got her sir" A deep female voice filled her ears as a much stronger person held her in place.

One of them suddenly injected her with a mysterious drug causing her to hiss before falling limp in their arms.

She couldn't think or see as everything around her slowly faded away.

Time passed as Marina groaned before trying to sit up only to be tossed back by chains.

She tried to look around but everything was black.

Tears rolled down her face as she started to feel to chill of the room around her.

She didn't know where she was but knew she wasn't in the streets anymore.

She suddenly heard voices.

All were male but one was more high-pitched and silly-sounding.

The only one she could make out was the deepest.

It was Rotti.

She knew that voice from his many public appearances.

Suddenly the bag covering her head was torn off.

There they all were.

Rotti and his two sons.

They looked at her with three different threatening eyes.

Rotti's was calm, the brown-haired one was angry and the one wearing a mask from one of their other victims was calm but lustful.

"You were so good with your payments Marina.

I thought I would never see you here" Rotti said before taking the cloth from her mouth.

"She took everything I had," Marina said.

"Who?" Rotti asked.

"You know who.

If you know so much about me you know her too" Marina said as her voice trembled.

She didn't want to die.

"Your mother I presume.

Well, that doesn't excuse your missing payments.

Your beauty belongs to me darling" Rotti said as he lifted her chin.

"Please I don't want to die," she said.

"That's too bad" the brown-haired one growled into her ear causing her to flinch.

"Luigi," Rotti said.

"There has to be something I can do.

This isn't my fault" she said.

"I could think of a few," the one wearing a mask said.

He grasped her shoulder causing her to hiss.

"And what is that?" Rotti asked.

Luigi laughed.

"Leave her to me, father.

I'll make her pay each missing payment" he said.

His voice was crooked and needy.

All of a sudden she realised she was sitting there only in her bra and panties.

He snaked a hand down her body giving her chills.

"Fine," Rotti said.

Marina looked at him with wide eyes.

"What?" she asked as her voice broke.

Why did he give in that easily?

"Take my mercy and don't question it," he said before he and Luigi left the room.

"I remember you.

Your mother used to bring you here.

I never should have let you leave" he said before taking off her bra causing her to tremble.

Right away she knew what his plan was.

"So beautiful darling" he said before squeezing her breasts.

"So soft," he said before kissing down her neck causing her to feel the chill from the mask's cold lips.

She tried not to give in but failed the minute his sharp teeth dug into her neck.

She moaned as she moved her head to give him more access to her neck.

"That's it," he said before licking the blood running from the fresh bite.

"You're Pavi's.

All mine forever" he said before standing in front of her revealing the clear tent in his trousers.

He bent down before kissing her.

The sensation was strange as it was his lips she was kissing.

He then walked away before coming back with bolt cutters.

"I'll make sure you walk out of here limping darling but only if you play nice.

I don't want to have to wear your pretty face because of a little mistake" he said.

"I won't get out of the building alive if I try something," she said.

"Such a smart girl," he said before cutting the chairs and holding her in place.

She rubbed her wrists before looking up at him as he stood close to her but not close enough to scare her.

He wanted her to want this as much as he did and he didn't want to force her to get to that point.

"So pretty," he said before unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.

He pulled his hand cock out before pulling her close.

"Suck it, Amore," he said as he caressed her face softly.

She looked into his eyes before taking a deep breath.

She placed a kiss on his tip before wrapping her hands around him.

One was at the case of his cock as the other was squeezing his thigh feeling the fabric of his trousers.

She took him into her mouth as she breathed through her nose to stop herself from gagging.

She created a rhythm as she used her tongue to send him to the heavens.

He hissed before grasping her hair.

"So good Amore," he said.

She closed her eyes as she tried to ignore the arousal soaking her panties.

It had been a while since she had done anything like this and the way he spoke to her was incredible.

She sped up slightly as he let out a groan that sent electricity down to her cunt.

She was tempted to touch herself but didn't know what would happen if she did something he didn't tell her to do.

Suddenly he began to throb on her tongue causing her to realise that he was going to cum.

He was so close.

She sped up as the noises that he made became a melody.

She then gagged softly as his cum shot down her throat.

She pulled back slowly before leaving her lips on his tip before licking his slit.

"Lay back Amore.

Relax" he said.

She looks at him before lying on the cold floor.

He sat beside her before putting one of her legs over his shoulder spreading her.

"You must be so tired after all that running darling.

Let me help you relax" he said before ripping her panties.

He then put two fingers inside her causing her to let out a pornographic moan.

"Oh god," she said as she tossed her head to the side.

"Yes, princess.

Call me god" he said before curling his fingers.

She arched her back as he hit her G-spot.

He then leaned down before licking and sucking her clit.

"You're tight Amore.

So tempting.

I might not be able to hold back from taking you properly" he said.

"Then do it.

Please" she said.

"Don't tempt me Amore" he said.

"I need more.

Please" she said before throwing her head back as he sped up.

"Please.

Please" she moaned out as her body begged to be filled.

He knew each spot that made her a babbling mess as he was losing self-control from that.

"You want me.

My cock?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Who would I be to refuse you?" he said before moving.

He spread her legs before running his tip around her entrance.

She waited patiently before moaning loudly from the pain and pleasure as he pushed himself in.

"So warm.

You were made just for me Marina.

No one will satisfy you as I do and the same for me" he said before placing his arms beside her head as tears ran down her face.

He rolled his hips as she clung to him.

He felt euphoric as he thrusted in a pattern he had perfected after years of exploring women.

She could feel each vein as her walls moulded around him.

"So warm and perfect.

I never want to leave this pretty cunt Amore" he said.

"Faster" she said as he loved movements started to lose electricity.

He smirked behind his mask before speeding up.

She threw her head back as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Her abdomen warmed up and tingled as she got closer to her release.

"Close already.

I guess I am skilled" he said before laughing.

She looked into his eyes before pushing him into a straddled position.

She sat on him before bouncing her she wrapped her arms around him.

Her thighs were burning as she moved into the crook of his neck as he trusted into her knowing she was starting to lose rhythm.

Death surrounded them but all she cared about was him.

She threw her head back as sweat ran down her chest.

She then looked at him before letting out loud moans.

"Pavi" she moved out his name as he watched her in awe as his release got closer.

"Me too Amore.

Let's cum together yeah" he said.

She nodded.

He groaned before slamming into her; kissing her cervix with each powerful thrust.

She then screamed out as her orgasm rushed through her.

He continued his now sloppy movements before shooting his cum inside her.

They then sat there out of breath as his cum ran out of her onto his trousers staining the fabric.

"All you're payments have been completed little mouse.

Try to miss the next one so I can come for you personally" he said.

"I have no more money," she said as she placed her head on her shoulder.

"I can take care of that.

Remember me and come back here when you need me Amore" he said before kissing her shoulder as he held her.

#smutshot #smut #pavi largo #repo! the genetic opera #fanfic #mature #maturity #oneshot #maturelanguage

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pyr0-kai · 6 months

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Graverobber x Reader

Repo! The genetic opera HCs

I’m thinking about my stinky drug dealer man again

Platonic & romantic HCs

Feedback is appreciated

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- You’re his tag team Zydrate collector (robber)

- He has never felt genuine affection, only affection from the people in the ally who just want a zydrate hit

- He’s lived in a literal dumpster so he is sooooo excited when you offered for him to stay at your place

- When his hair is down, pls give him head scratches, he’ll love it

- Cuz he’s lived in a dumpster so long, he sleeps in a tight ball, it looks so uncomfortable.

- He knows all the best spots to hid from repo men and geneco guards

- He would empty his big jackets pockets and let you wear it >>

- He would also steal stuff from the bodies as gifts for you, stuff like rings, necklaces, jackets

- Feel like he would like to be called his name, Graves, or Babe, not a fan of stuff like sweet, or honey

- He 100% puts his feet up on tables, it’s your choice to tell him no or not

- Going with him to see shilo <3

- Shilo low key loves you, she doesn’t want to lose either of you like her family + Blind Mag

- Graves isn’t a very PDA man, but he will wrap an arm around you if people get a little too close to you

- Wrapping your arms around him when your jealous >>

- You and Amber Sweet giving each other the stink eye

#repo! the genetic opera #repo graverobber #repo!tgo #repo! the genetic opera x reader #graverrobber #graverobber x reader #repograverobber #repo graverobber x reader

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daddy-issues-99 · 8 months

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Repo!Man x Reader Smut

Nathan is kinda mid but the Repo!Man suit and mask-😫

Plot is very overused "hey don't kill me plz surly there's another payment" but it works.

1.2k words

Afab reader, knife play, unprotected sex, p in v, leather, just the usual smut lol

Everything was going so well. 'Was' being the key word. You didn't think you would ever end up here. Strapped to an upright operating table realizing that a damp, bloodstained wall is the last thing you will ever see.

You were so pissed at yourself. How did you let this happen? It was so simple, get a new liver, pay it off, go on with life. Simple. Or so you thought.

However that (obviously) didn't happen. You ruined your first liver and now you were gonna lose your second. Wonderful.

You jumped at the sound of a nearby door opening. The metal scraping against the floor making you cringe.

You looked to see a very tall man with broad shoulders in a Repo Man suit holding a bag of surgical equipment. He walked slow as if examining every inch of your outer shell before slicing into you.

He placed the bag down on a nearby table and intricately placed every item out on the table so they were perfectly spaced apart. Every item he examined, his gloved hands gently caressing every item to make sure it was perfect.

All you could do was stare, not at the tools but at him. How he examined the tools with such care and precision. How his broad shoulders made him look so intimidating even when just standing their. Not to mention how the suit only eradicated his features.

"See something you like?" He said, drawing you back into reality. "Huh?" "The tools. Beautiful aren't they? Perfect to cut that pretty little tummy of yours." Pretty?

"Please sir, I missed one payment. Surely there's something else that can be done." "No can do. Besides, its not my place to pick and choose who gets the knife." He said raising the scalpel to your stomach. "I'm just the one who makes the cut."

He pressed the scalpel into your flesh letting a droplet of blood fall to the floor. "Please sir! There has to be something you can do?" "No can do madam. As I said, its a thankless job. Unless you can make a payment in the next 30 seconds then its lights out."

Make a payment. "Ill give you my body as payment!" You blurted out. He let out a dry laugh. "Lady I already have your organs." "No! My body. My everything. Anything you desire, anything you crave, anything you ask I can give you!"

"And why would I do that? Your just some tramp from off the streets." "Exactly! I-I'm experienced. Anything you want me to do I can do."

He stood mere inches from you, scalpel still against your skin.

"How 'bout this sweetheart. If you can truly can fulfil anything I desire then I'll give you exactly 24 hours to pay off your debts. If not-" He held the scalpel up to your throat. "I'll see you again soon."

What other option do you have. You obviously didnt have money. Didnt have any power or athourity. Even this is pushing it but you didnt want to die, not yet and especially not like this.

"I'm waiting sweetheart. I suggest you don't make me wait much longer." You took a deep breath "Deal."

"Deal"

He quickly brings the scalpel up to your top and cuts it off, tearing the fabric away from your body leaving you in your bra. He brings his gloved hands up to caress your breasts, the cold leather sending a chill down your spine.

He traces the lace of your bra slowly and unclasps your bra roughly pulling it off of you and puts it in his jacket pocket. "A little memento to remember those beautiful features."

He brings his hands back up to your chest caressing your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples. His hands trail down your chest to your waist, slowly caressing your flesh until he makes it down to your waistband, tugging on your belt loops. "I'm only gonna ask once." He said sternly, resting his hands on your hips. I give a simple nod in response.

"Good girl."

He quickly undoes your belt and tossing it to the side. He lifts up his scalpel again making me flinch. "Don't worry sweetheart, we had a deal and I'll respect that." He said bringing the scalpel to your shorts, cutting off the thin material and tossing it next to the rest of your tattered clothes, leaving you just in your panties. "Beautiful." He whispers

His knee pushes your legs apart bringing his hand to your clothed cunt, circling your clit through the thin fabric making you throw your head back against the metal slab, holding back a moan.

"Something you wanna say sweetheart?" He asks, circling your clit even faster. "Please~" "Please what sweetheart? Use that pretty mouth of yours." He asks leaning in inches from your face so you could see his eyes through the mask.

"Please-just fuck me already!" You whine. You hear a small chuckle through his mask. "So needy." He quickly undoes his belt letting his cock spring free pumping the shaft letting out a groan.

He quickly moves his hands toward your panties and ripped them clean off you making you yelp in surprise and a little pain.

He pulled your hips forward, positioning the head of his cock between your folds, slowly pushing in, both of you letting out a moan. His pace starts off slow making sure to enjoy every second of being inside you. His pace soon quickens, roughly thrusting up into you. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

His grip on your hips is tight, the smooth leather cool against your skin. Your head lays against the cold metal of the operating table letting out a breathy moan with every thrust. He brings one of his hands down and begins to quickly massage your clit, moving in quick circles causing you to let out a string of curses.

"Enjoying yourself sweetheart?" He asked pounding into you. "Fuck-yes!" you say, drunk from the pleasure. "Good" He quickly pulls all the way out of you and slams back in harder than before, roughly thrusting up into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"I'm close." You say, closing your eyes tightly feeling your pleasure steadily building. He circles your clit even faster making you whine in pleasure, continuing to thrust roughly into you listening to you let out moan after moan after each thrust.

"Come on sweetheart, milk my fucking cock." He says watching as your eyes role back in pleasure as your orgasm rips through you, loudly cumming on his cock. He continues thrusting letting you ride out your high and he soon follows, coating your walls in his cum.

He pulls out of your exhausted body, both panting heavily trying to catch your breath. He stands back looking at your body and his cum leaking out of you. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill." You say between breaths. He lets out a sigh of relief, putting himself back together and quickly zipping up his pants.

He quickly moves next to you and uncuff your hands from above you on the operating table, letting your exhausted body fall to the ground.

"Well, we had a deal." He says motioning to the door. "Hope to not see you again." He said walking back over to the table and putting away his supplies. I quickly stand up grabbing my clothes and instantly stop.

"What do I wear to go home? You cut up all my clothes." He lets out a dark chuckle "That wasn't part of the deal sweetheart. Now, run along, that 24 hours is ticking away."

Side note: I am working on the fic from my last poll I'm just slow lol. May take a while

#repo! man #repo! man x reader #repo the genetic opera #nathan wallace #amber sweet #repo! the genetic opera #repo the genetic opera x reader #nathan wallace x reader #Nathan Wallace #nathan wallace x you #repo! the genetic opera x reader #slashers x reader #musicals x reader #musicals

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m0chisenpai · 7 months

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I rewatched Repo man then fell back into my Eddie Munson brain rot now hear me out: a grave robber!Eddie Munson x Amber Sweet!reader dynamic

But then I binged mtv downtown and I was like what about a Eddie Munson like Alex who falls in love with a goth babe in town

#Eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson request

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koihanwrites · 1 year

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I am desperate but like a platonic Wataru x Gn reader

Like how the reader is very jumpy and timidly scared like 24/7 and trying to look for their big brother because they just came back from uh abroad 😍

Make wataru make up really bad jokes that make Mc feel better about being scared bc yeh 😍🫵 go slay dude

Wataru is so funny istg hes gonna make me die of laughter 😭

You can call me 💌 anon / Simaira or Mai, Sim for short 😍🫵

Prologue: You are finally going back to your homeland after a long time, you were on abroad with Wataru. While at the ride in the airplane, Wataru noticed you were acting strange and timidly scared, so he made cringey bad cheesy jokes to cheer you up ♡

Important: I didn't made any of the jokes in the story here, I just searched up some cringe jokes from Google.

Wataru x reader (PLATONIC) ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Gender-neutral reader 𓆩♡𓆪

Fluff + comfort + bad jokes 𓆩♡𓆪

Requested? by anon ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Words: 1272 𓆩♡𓆪

Warnings? : Cringey bad jokes made by Wataru + Reader is very anxious meeting their brother

Amazing! Group Hug..

A few hours ago...

The day has at long last come, the day where you're going home. It was energizing however nerve-racking at the same time. You carefully put all of your clothings in your luggage. You look around your room to see in case there are any things that you simply forgot to bring, luckily there are none.

You were about to open the door but much to your shock Wataru was holding up for you to open the door. You bounced in surprise after you saw the tall Pale-blue haired man brimming with energy while grinning with merriment. "Wataru! don't scare me you idiot!" Wataru can only snicker at your response, "Your reaction is so priceless ♪" Wataru proceeds to laugh to himself leaving you flushed in embarrassment.

"You're lucky that I didn't threw my luggage to you" you gave him a little glare, "Gracious my! how discourteous of you (Name)!" Wataru acts like he was a princess who was shot within the heart as he gradually fell on the floor with his hand on his heart. You murmur in vanquish and walk past him with a little grin inching on your lips.

Wataru quickly stood up from his put and follows you, a smirk creeping on his lips. "Anyways! my dear (Name)! are you prepared going back home?" that question instantly sent shudders to your spine making you halt in your tracks. You can see Wataru looking at you worried his smirk turning into a frown in the corner of your eye, you weren't prepared, you weren't ready to meet your brother. Yes, you two connected with each other through texts and phone calls but seeing him and talking to him in individual is another diverse story.

"That is correct! really excited Wataru" you dropped your gloomy facade and attempted to act your happy-go self. You gave him a little grin to reassure him and proceed to walk, as for Wataru he can totally see all of the act but doesn't want to press in advance. It's the best to inquire you afterward or on the off chance that you act the same once more.

Present time..

You are now in the airplane, Wataru was carefully observing your actions and facial expressions when you two were in the airport. He can now conclude that there is something on your mind, especially when he knew you for such a long time now. You are staring on the window of the airplane, eyes staring at the clouds, eyebrows furrowed and lips curled in a frown.

Wataru gently tapped your shoulder and just as he expected, you flinched from his touch. "W-wataru I already told you not to scare me whe-" you were about to finish your sentence but noticed Wataru's cheerful grin wasn't there instead it was a little sympathetic grin. "My dear (Name) do not mislead me presently I know that there is something on your mind, shall I make a way to distract you from your thoughts? ★" His welcoming and comforting aura was sufficient to create a safe feeling inside of you.

"I guess something that could distract me away from my worries would be nice" you replied as you reposition yourself in a more comfortable position. "Amazing! then I'll tell you jokes to lift your mood up!" you look at him dumbfounded, "really? jokes?" you laugh to yourself while he smirks in response.

"Yes, my dear (Name) I'll start of with something easy" he thoughts for a moment until a joke finally came up to his mind. "Why do bananas have to put on sunscreen before they go to the beach?" you thought for a while but nothing came up to your head, "Because they might peel!" Wataru chuckles to himself feeling pleased for the idealize joke he made. "That is so bad-" you attempted to cover your mouth to halt your snicker but because of Wataru's giggle it made you cracked up so bad.

Wataru grinned to himself when he saw that lovely genuine smile of yours, it was heartwarming to see you smile again. "Ok ok! next joke ♪ why can't you trust an atom?" Wataru awaits for your response his eyes brimming with excitement and his cheerful smile never leaving his face after he saw you smile. "Why?" you asked in a teasing tone, "Because they make up literally everything." It took you a moment to understand the joke but once you realized it, you burst into laughter. "That's so cheesy omg.." you tried to lower your voice but Wataru's jokes were gold.

You two were lucky that there are only a few people in the airplane or else you two would be sued. "Do you want to me to-continue? he accidentally choked because of laughter as he tried to cover his mouth. You happily nod whilst giggling uncontrollably, "Do you think February can march?" you look at him confused, "Not sure, but I think april may" once you heard the answer it left you speechless like literally. "Wataru...that's so awful I might cry.."

Minutes turned into hours, listening to Wataru's jokes were a torture and a great distracting technique. In the end you laughed at all of Wataru's jokes, everything about it was cheesy and bad yet it managed to made you laugh your ass off. "Alright! last joke, did you heard about the Italian chef that died?" before Wataru can say the answer you answered it first. "He pasta-way!" when you finished saying that you swore that you saw Wataru shed a tear, "Way the go my dear (Name)! ★ fufufufu!"

A couple of minutes passed and you two are finally on your destination, the plane gradually landed on the ground. Wataru helped you carry your luggage when he noticed that you simply were having a difficult time carrying them. Once you step foot upon the ground, the fresh wind blew through your hair making you loose a bit. "Dear (Name)! let's find your brother, here take my hand" you slowly intertwine your fingers with his and the warmth of his hand was enough to calm your stressed thoughts.

You and Wataru went on a look for your brother, many hours passed and you at last spot a familiar figure ahead of you. It was your brother, he was carrying a sign that has your name written on it. You looked at Wataru then back at your brother, Wataru delicately patted your head and gives you a cheerful grin."Dont stress my dear (Name), I'm beyond any doubt he'll still be the (Brother's name) that you just know ♪". You nod slowly and smile at Wataru before walking towards your brother. Your brother noticed that somebody is walking towards him, as he was walking he noticed an individual that has the same hair color and eyes like him, his eyes lit up when he recognize that it was his sibling.

"(Name)!!" He ran up to you and embraced you instantly leaving you stunned. "(Name)! I missed you so so much, you do not know how excited I am to finally see you in person again" He was grinning so much and you simply can't help but to grin as well. You nearly jumped in surprisement when somebody hugged you from behind. "Wataru! long time no see!" your brother high fives the tall pale-blue haired man. "Amazing! group hug ★" Wataru joyfully pulls you near to him as well as your brother, your brother pulled out his phone and took a picture of you three. You can't help but giggle to yourself, you only wish if this could last forever.

A/n: You, Wataru, and your brother ate at your fav restaurant after that. I'm really sorry if Wataru is a bit ooc here, I apologize for any typos or grammar mistakes that is here in the story!

#koihanwrites #Koi's writings #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #wataru x reader #wataru hibiki #wataru hibiki x reader #wataru x reader fluff #enstars x reader fluff #fine #fine enstars #fine enstars x reader

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Triple H, Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Show Your Tits"

Many male professional wrestlers, especially ones from the past, were really ugly looking and not exactly pretty boys with a few exceptions, but even really ugly professional wrestlers (as well as hideous rock stars and rappers) have had female groupies.

However, there were some male professional wrestlers that were pleasant to look at and were hugely over with female fans due to their looks.

In professional wrestling lingo, "over" sometimes means something people really enjoy, though it also means letting the opponent win a match.

And in the past---in particular throughout the 20th Century--professional wrestling was sometimes usually something that was appropriate for prepubescent kids to watch, it was a family event.

And the World Wrestling Federation---the most famous professional wrestling company in the world and still is today but under a different name (the WWE)---was a kid friendly and family friendly company in the 1980's and even the early to mid 1990's.

So kid friendly, it was like a live action Saturday morning cartoon with Hulk Hogan telling kids to "say their prayers and eat their vitamins", the Ultimate Warrior being like a live action character from the 80's "Thundercats" or "He-Man", Hillbilly Jim playing a happy-go-lucky hillbilly, and especially in the mid 1990's when the World Wrestling Federation was making wrestlers play clowns, plumbers, garbage men, racecar drivers, baseball players, hockey players, ninjas, magicians, repo men, and the list goes on.

But...during the late 1990's, the World Wrestling Federation was becoming increasingly more for adults rather than for kids.

The atmosphere was darker, grittier and edgier, the matches became more violent and bloodier, profanity was being used in promos, women (and sometimes men) were more sexualized, and gimmicks went from being kid friendly to inappropriate for children, with having wrestlers play middle finger flaunting, beer guzzling rednecks, horror movie characters setting people on fire, porn stars, pimps, sex addicts, exhibitionists, women keeping a man as a sex slave, incestuous "Leave it to Beaver" parodies and a group of rebellious degenerates that pointed and thrust their crotches while shouting a vulgar catchphrase, made sex jokes, stuck the Canadian flag up their nose, and implied to be naked on television.

And the fans in the WWF by the late 1990's started changing as well.

Women were now flashing their breasts at these male wrestlers and shown on television doing this, although these women were planted fans put there.

And women especially flashed their breasts towards the most popular wrestling faction of the Attitude era, D Generation X.

Granted, some of those women that flashed their tits at them were planted fans rehearsed to do that, but no doubt there were some female fans that weren't plants flashing their naked breasts at them.

Even before D Generation X added the New Age Outlaws and X Pac and when Shawn Michaels left the group and before Triple H was asking those planted fans to flash their tits, there'd be female fans flashing their bare breasts at Triple H and Shawn Michaels when they was comprised as D Generation X, and this was the original late 1990's DX, not the late 2000's reboots.

You were a member of D Generation X in the late 1990's and fit in perfectly with the group, and you worked as a valet, where your job was to distract DX's opponents by seducing and flirting with them.

What you did to distract these opponents was sometimes flash your barenaked breasts.

Triple H and Shawn Michaels noticed those female fans who'd flash their tits at them, as well as you sometimes doing things like flashing your own tits at opponents.

At the beginning of 1998, before Shawn left the World Wrestling Federation, you were backstage with Triple H and Shawn, and you as well as those 2 weren't being filmed and broadcast for a WWF show episode or pay-per-view.

You, Triple H and Shawn were having some free time together where you as well as they didn't have to rehearse your lines for a promo.

Triple H and Shawn were both standing in front of you with smirks on their faces, and those 2 men both had their long hair hanging down.

Your back was in front of the wall while Triple H and Shawn stood in front of you, and Triple H had one of his hands pressed on the wall.

"You see those chicks in the audience flashing their tits at us?" Triple H asked you, his beady eyes looking into your eyes. "I wish you could do that to us, even though we've seen your tits many times"

The "us" Triple H was referring to was himself and Shawn Michaels.

"And got to play with them and suck them" Shawn added.

You weren't appalled by what they were saying, in fact, you smiled and giggled with this wicked shiteating grin on your face.

"If I wasn't a wrestling valet" you stated "I'd probably be those chicks in the audiences in the WWF and ECW flashing their tits at sexy male wrestlers"

"That's what I'm talking about!" Shawn said, nodding his head.

You actually started off as a planted fan in the audience before making your WWF debut, but sadly you couldn't flash your breasts in the audience because the WWF was still mostly kid friendly.

"Too bad WCW doesn't probably allow women to flash their tits" you frowned, pouting your lower lip and looking down at your feet. "WCW is family friendly wrestling"

Indeed, WCW was a family friendly wrestling company, even in the late 1990's when it was at the height of its popularity.

Speaking of being a wrestling valet...

"Even though you're a perfect fit for DX" Triple H mentioned with a smirk on his face. "I wish you were the valet for someone else so we could see you flash us your tits"

"I know" you whined, nearly stomping your foot.

You nearly wanted to departure from D Generation X at the end of 1997 because you were disgusted over them not attending the ten bell salute to Brian Pillman on "Monday Night Raw"---although that probably wouldn't be like the characters they play, as well as you were disgusted over Shawn Michaels wanting to win a match in England that Davey Boy Smith wanted to dedicate to his dying sister.

And Shawn and Triple H knew about you wanting to leave from them, you discussed it with them backstage.

"But you've seen my tits lots of times!" you brought up. "I flashed you my naked body in the locker room on TV once!"

"I know" Triple H mentioned, nodding his head.

Shawn remembers that too.

Pretty soon, in a WWF episode, you recreated Drew Barrymore's infamous and iconic breast flash where you stood on top of the commentary table, slowly swayed your body back and forth and exposed your bare naked breasts to who was at the commentary table and to the audience.

You also, on "Monday Night Raw", once shed your leather jacket you were wearing and showed off that you were wearing these nipple pasties where the letter "D" was covering one of your areolas and the letter "X" was covering the opposite areola, and Shawn and Triple H both stared at your chest and literally drooled over it.

#shawn michaels #triple h #d generation x #dx #1998 #90s #wwf

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