#repo graverobber x reader

[pyr0-kai]

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

[livindeadgirlgrav]

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[marsi-is-depressed]

Honey, I'm covered in blood

Soft and tired!Luigi Largo x wife!reader

Tw/Cw: mentions of blood

You sat on the floor in your GeneCo room. Outside, it was already dark, and you were preparing for bed. You'd already scrubbed your skin, brushed your teeth, and put on your nicest jammies.

"You startled me, you rascal!" you growl, looking up at Luigi Largo, your eyes widening slightly as you notice his bloodstained clothing. "Can you braid my hair?" You enquire. Luigi tilts his head to one side as he closes the door behind him. "I'm covered in blood and you are asking me if I could braid your hair?" He asks you blankly.

"Is that your blood?" you ask, pointing at his clothing. He simply shakes his head and sits on your bed. "Well then," you respond, sliding backwards between his thighs.

Luigi breathes deeply and grins lightly as he stares down at you, still in lack of belief. "You're insane," he says under his breath, but his hands are already going for the hair tie resting on your wrist.

You lean back gently, relishing the sensation of someone else taking control for a change. Luigi's hands, while saturated with dried blood, are remarkably delicate as he begins splitting your hair into two portions. "You're going to ruin my pyjamas, you know," you remark quietly, your eyes drooping close. Despite his uncomfortable state, his presence feels curiously soothing.

"Don't worry about the pyjamas; I'll give them to the genterns to wash," he says, his voice raspy but less harsh than normal. His fingers glide swiftly, and you realise he's done this before, most likely with Amber.

"So…who's blood is that?" you enquire nonchalantly, not really prepared to confront the issue. It's simpler to speak when his hands are braiding your hair. There is a pause in the atmosphere,

"Do you really want to find out?" he asks, snapping the hair tie to end the first braid. You feel his fingers travel to the next patch of hair, his touch calm and unaffected by the subject. "Perhaps not," you declare, trembling slightly as the chilly night air enters through the window. Luigi's knee twitches slightly when you roll your head back onto his leg to look up at him.

Luigi's eyes widened slightly when your head contacted his inner thigh. "What?" you ask him, perplexed, turning your head slightly. "N...nothing.." He shudders; you've never seen him unwind. You gaze intently into his eyes, hoping to discover an explanation for his unusual behaviour. "I know you've had a bad day; can I help you in any way?" you offer, placing your hand on his leg.

Luigi's eyes flutter as your palm softly rests on his leg. He swallows hard, evidently unaccustomed to this level of care. His eyes, which are normally keen and calculating, soften briefly before he immediately returns to his customary harsh demeanour.

"You don't need to worry about me," he mutters, his voice a little sterner. "I've endured worse." His hands, which were so skilled and confident when braiding your hair, are now fidgeting slightly, unsure of what to do.

You can tell there's more going on than he's letting on, but pressuring him may push him away. Luigi is used to bearing his responsibilities alone, and you don't know how much he'll allow you in; he'll probably yell at you or storm off. But you're here now and want to support.

"You're always saying that," you mention carefully, your thumb subconsciously drawing a little pattern on his leg. "But you don't have to deal with everything by yourself."

Luigi looks down at your hand on his leg, as if deciding whether to pull away or accept it. There is a lengthy wait, the room becoming silent as the air between you seems taut with unsaid words; he may explode at any moment. He shuts his eyes briefly, as if fighting an internal war.

"Maybe not," he finally concedes, his voice nearly too low to be heard. It's the closest he's ever been to acknowledging weakness. He turns aside, his mouth clenching as if the admission itself was too much.

You nod, aware of the seriousness of his remarks. You shift slightly to sit closer to him, the warmth of your presence comforting him even if he doesn't express it out loud.

"Let me help you just this once," you offer softly. "You don't need to say anything. "Just let me be here."

Luigi does not instantly answer, but his shoulders appear to relax. His hand glides nervously, hovering over yours briefly before resting on top of it.

The sensitivity in his touch stands in sharp contrast to the blood-stained devastation he has experienced. The room is peaceful, with the subtle rustling of leaves outside and your heart beating steadily against the tension in the air.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The weight of uttered words persists, yet it does not cause discomfort. Instead, it seems like a delicate, uncommon tranquilly that is still present.

"You don't have to fix everything, you know," you whisper. Your thumb continues to form a delicate design on his leg, anchoring both of you in the present moment.

Luigi lets out a short puff of laughter, but it's not funny; it's more like incredulity. "It's not that easy," he murmurs, still avoiding your gaze as if he's terrified of being seen.

"I know," you say quietly, leaning back slightly into him and feeling the warmth of his body behind you. "But you aren't alone, Luigi. "Not tonight."

His hold tightens briefly, and his fingers flex as he resists the temptation to pull away again. Instead, he remains still, his jaw clenched as if holding back something he can't quite express.

The stillness extends once again before Luigi takes a hesitant breath. His eyes eventually meet yours, a whirlwind of emotions whirling beneath the surface—frustration, tiredness, and something else, gentler.

Without saying anything, he leans closer, softly placing his forehead against yours. The world around you appears to disappear, and the night draws closer as you get immersed in the calm intimacy of the moment.

Then, with surprising tenderness, Luigi drops his head gently, brushing his lips against yours. The kiss is hesitant and timid as if he's testing the waters with something new. You softly reciprocate the kiss, your hands reaching to the back of his neck, fingers gliding into his honey-brown hair as you pull him a little closer.

It's not hurried or urgent, but rather a peaceful understanding—a shared moment between two individuals who have seen too much of the world yet have found consolation in one another.

When he eventually draws back, his gaze remains on yours, gentler but still cautious. He lays his forehead on yours again, his breathing steady but slightly shaky, as if letting go of so much was more difficult than he thought.

"Thank you," he says so gently you nearly miss it. But the weight of just two words hovers in the air, symbolising trust.

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

I see you write for Repo!? Could I put in an order for some fluffy hcs with Graves?

Of course you can! It's been a while since I watched repo, so if it seems too weird, my apologies. That said, I love Graverobber so these were quite fun to write and most definitely very self-indulgent!😅

-🎃

Very soft boy. Craves love. 

Very affectionate. Some might even say clingy. He's like a human puppy. 

That in mind, his hugs and cuddles are amazing, it's impossible to turn down a cuddle from this baby. 

Human body pillow and personal heater. He loves when you lie on top of him, wrap your arms around him, and rest your head on his chest. (although, half of the time, the roles are reversed and he's the one lying on top of you while you pet him or play with his hair.) 

His hugs are always warm and full of affection, tight and protective.

His hair is really soft. Better still, he loves when you play with it. He'd sit with his head in your lap for hours letting you stroke, brush or braid his hair. Only if you'd let him, of course.

^Much of your alone time is spent like this with Graves curled up in your lap like a cat while you run your fingers through his hair. 

Occasionally, he'll even return the favour, usually he'll pull you against him when you two are cuddled up in bed and run his fingers through your hair, sometimes braiding it or simply untangling any knots.

Spends most of his nights at your place, unless he's out dealing zydrate; He is banned from sleeping in dumpsters now.

He hates it when it's particularly windy out, he doesn't really know why, it just makes him feel uncomfortable and would much rather be curled up in your bed with your arms around him than alone on nights like this. (this is likely just me projecting tbh lol)

[foxpawwritten]

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.

[transgenderknothead]

Rule and Fandom Update (Because I’ve been gone forever and I don’t owe you an apology, I owe you fanfiction)

My Fandoms (with favorite characters):

Repo the genetic Opera (Pavi, Graverobber)

Wednesday (Xavier, Ajax) (Fuck Tyler)

Lost Boys 1987 (Marko, Paul, David, Dwayne)

Sally Face (Larry, Sal, Travis)

Doodlebops (Don’t judge me, Moe)

Panic (Dodge Mason)

Things I won’t write:

Rape

Nsfw minors

Extreme kinks (vore, cnc, sex slaves)

incest

Slurs

Things I do write:

Head canons

One shots

Short series

X reader

Platonic

Familial

LGBT

Imagines

Notes:

If I used to write for a fandom that is not on this list, I no longer write for that fandom

If I do not write the request, I either took a break, didn’t get the request, or chose not to write it for various reasons, I will tell you privately the reason if it isn’t anonymous, but if you are an anon you may not receive a reason for the request’s deletion

If a character has a canon sexuality, I will not alter the sexuality for a story, end of discussion and absolutely no exceptions

if there is no canon sexuality it is free rein, unless I state that I cannot see a character falling into that category

[red-leroy]

God bless everyone who write Graverobber headcanons and so on.

Thank you, you make my life better 🖤

Maybe someday I will also write smt about Graverobber, but I have problems with x reader, because I have my OC and almost finished their story in my head 😭

[capan-deveraux2]

Why do I get crushes on the most obscure characters?

Like Anthony (the angel of death) on Touched by an Angel

Look at this cutie patooti!! How can I not love him!!

Or Chris Halliwell from Charmed

He’s a smart ass and I love him for it! He just wants to save his brothers soul

Or Ambassador Tos from Star Trek Enterprise

THERE ARE NO GIFS OF HIM!!!!

Why are there no GIFs he’s adorable

Or Judge Harry Stone from Night Court

Or Dan fielding also from Night Court (the second guy in the above gif)

Or Jenkins from The Librarians

But to be fair I might just have a crush on the actor

Or Dr Phlox also from Enterprise

He’s a family man!! He got 3 wives and so much love to give, towards the end of the series when he can’t save T’Pols, and Tuckers baby’s life he cries and says it hurts like it’s one of his own. So much love in this man that when his friends hurt he hurts

And he feels insulted when Tucker doesn’t want to sleep with one of his wives after she pursues him so we know he’s good with sharing lol

Or Ringo Langley from X-Files and The Lone Gunmen

(The blonde one in the middle here)

He’s such a sweetheart cutie pie!! How can one not love him! He plays dungeons and dragons and dresses up like his character when he does and writes for a newspaper. He matches my freak lol

Or Graverobber from Repo the Genetic Opera

He’s so dramatic!! I love him. He sings ! And I love his hair!

Or Odo from Deep Space Nine

WHY CANT I FIND A GOOD GIF OF HIM!!!

And finally (at the risk of being called a furry

Why is the no reader inserts for Skimbleshanks, Mr mistoffles, or Rum Tum Tugger!!!

THERE IS NO GOOD GIFS OF SKIMBLSHANKS!!

But look at my boi mistofflees hop and dance, he’s a tuxedo cat that’s also a magician!!

And look a tugger go! He’s a bad boi stereotype

I ran out of room for gifs but those are the main ones anyway

I’m gonna have to make an appreciation post for each of these guys individually, hell I used to write fanfic for a couple of them before I got locked out of my old tumblr account

[packingpest]

Recently been trying to find fics on wattpad for the r!tgo fandom and Jesus Christ they're all just (character) x readers I DONT WANNA READ ABOUT LOVE (Excluding the Graverobber goes to McDonald's fic that was horrendous/pos lmao) I WANNA READ ABOUT ORGAN REPOSSESSION, DRUG ABUSE, AND SADNESS!!!!!!!!!

I better finish my parody fic asap lmao

PLEASE WHERE FIND NOT LOVE REPO FICS 😞😞🤧🤧 also The Devil's Carnival fics that arent centered around love too reccomend me some thanks

[its-monster-mash]

Designer Hearts and Common Blood

Source Media: Repo! The Genetic Opera

Pairing: Graverobber/Reader/Amber Sweet

Pronouns: Reader uses They/Them; references are made to female anatomy. Graverobber accidentally misgenders the Reader once, but never does it again after Amber corrects him.

Content Warning: Canon Typical references to death, drugs, violence. Sexual Situations(interrupted smut)

Premise: Reader is an Ex Repoman, current Graverobber, carrying on an established (open)relationship with Amber in secret. Amber introduces Reader to Graves.

Chapter 1

To some, Graverobbing looks like easy money; to the Uppercrust, they’re nothing more than carrion vultures writhing in the putrid remains of those less fortunate in search of the ticket to their next meal. To others however, those who work with bone and decay are holy men, come to deliver them from the unbearable sickness of a clear mind.

To you? Well, it’s a walk in the park compared to your old job.

You slink through the cemetery, unbothered by flashing lights and foreboding signs outlining your fate if caught; that’s the kicker; if caught. You hear a soft crunch under the tread of your boots; crouching down to take a closer look, you take the delicate petals of a long dead flower into your hand. The desiccated thing feels fragile in your fingers, and you try vainly to blow a bit of the dirt from it, but it crumbles in your grasp. A deep sigh leaves you suddenly aware of the dryness of your lips, and the discomfort reminds you it’s time to keep moving. You rest the remains of the flower on the nearest gravestone, murmuring an apology to whomever’s peace you’ve disturbed…for what it’s worth.

Respect for the dead feels awfully strange in a world where human lives are worth less than the organs that sustain them…you know that better than most. For five years, you stalked the city like a vampire; preying on the lifeblood of those who’d failed to pay their dues. It wasn’t personal, blood money is better than no money after all, or it would be you in one of these graves; that, or piled unceremoniously in the festering heaps of discarded bodies that seem to litter the city. You’ve never claimed to be a saint…but there has to be a point where enough is enough, and you reached that point two years ago.

As you draw the last of the night’s Zydrate into its vial, you tuck it away into your breast pocket with a contented sigh. In your experience, most Graverobbers wouldn’t risk the breather, not here; but you knew the kind of Geneco small fries that patrolled the area; they wouldn’t bother you. Much to your amusement, you’d become a bit of a local legend; not everyday a Repoman goes rogue. You’re only human of course, but the aura of fear and mystery surrounding you and former colleagues tends to be enough for most people to steer clear of your bad side.

It’s not a long walk into the heart of the city’s underbelly, shorter for you, with the quick step of a pursuit predator honed through years of service. Soon enough, you see her, illuminated in yellow by the greased over streetlights.

She looks like an Angel.

Even when she’s annoyed with you.

“You’re late,” she makes a show of snarling, but you’ve known her long enough to catch the way her cheek tries to twitch into a smile.

You smirk back at her, your own smile broadening as she pouts harder. God she’s cute when she wants to hate you. “Don’t worry Sweetheart,” you tap your breast pocket, before fishing the icy blue vial out of the worn leather. “You know I’d never leave my baby hanging.”

She scoffs, but you can tell by the way she bites her lip that she’s happy to see you too. You gesture for her to turn and face the wall with a twirl of your finger, and her whole sour demeanor goes out the window. Her big doe eyes fix you for just a moment before she moves to press herself against the wall; you’re faster though, stronger too, and you close the distance between the two of you just in time to flatten her body to the cold bricks with your own. She shudders when the husky warmth of your breath hits her ear, your teeth caressing the lobe as the Zydrate gun glides intimately up the bare skin of her leg.

Her moans fill the air as the drugs sparks into her system, but the thrills are robbed from you by the heavy sound of boots on pavement. You shield her body with your own, using the reflective surface of her sunglasses to get a glimpse of the approaching threat.

“Am I interrupting?” The figure cuts in, his voice deep and playful.

You exhale with relief, deciding he’s obviously not Geneco. You press a reverent kiss to Amber’s shoulder before slinking off of her, keeping a hand on her ribs to be sure she doesn’t fall in her drugged stupor.

“No, not much anyway,” you hook an arm under the heiress’s knees, hoisting her up bridal style. “Better to get her to the surgeons quick, so the Z doesn’t wear off,” your eyes dart to the Zydrate gun tucked haphazardly into his belt. “You know how it is.”

You didn’t expect him to follow you as you deliver Amber to the ladies with the knives, but he’s still there when you step back through the beaded curtain.

“Do we have a problem?”

He chuckles, clicking his tongue a couple of times. “A problem? Hmm…perhaps,” he takes a step closer to you. “If you plan on stealing my best customer.”

It takes you a moment to process his audacity, going toe to toe with you, but a moment of realization forces a laugh to form in your chest; much to his confusion.

“Oh, you’re him, aren’t you?”

“Him?” He cocks his head, deciding on a smirk as he looks you over. “I could be, maybe, him who?”

Your hand slinks down to tap his zydrate gun, and he flinches backward a bit, used to pickpockets who think it’s a good idea to snag a quick fix without paying. It’s your turn to smirk. “You’re her usual guy, right? Mr. Nameless Graverobber.”

He relaxes a bit, feeling the tenseness evaporate from the situation. “How much has she told you about me?” His eyes seem to bore through you, attempting fruitlessly to undress you through sheer will of imagination.

“Not enough,” you purr, closing the gap between you and him, taking a fistful of his shirt in your hand. “Told me I’d have to see for myself.”

His tongue slips across his painted lips as he gazes at you with hungry eyes. “I never pegged her as a good sharer,” he exhales, making absolutely no attempt to put distance between you.

“She’s typically the one doing the pegging, in my experience,” you sneer with a playful grin.

He returns the grin, toothy, with a dangerous glint to his eye as he suddenly pulls you closer. “It seems as though you and I have had similar experiences.”

You release his shirt, thumb moving to slide across his bottom lip, smearing his makeup a bit. You feel his warm tongue slip across the skin of your thumb, and your own tongue caresses the back of your teeth expectantly.

“Well, aren’t you a good boy?”

He smirks as your thumb leaves his mouth and pushes your back into the wall. “No,” his forehead presses against yours. “I’m really not.”

His lips crash against yours, and you weave your fingers through his tangled hair, yanking back, hard. He looks at you, eyes glazed over with lust and a hint of annoyance. “I’m not doing this here,” you scold him.

His eyes dart toward the building where Amber’s having her surgery, and back to you, still holding you against the wall. “I thought you said she suggested this.”

“She did,” you hiss at him, cupping the bulge of his pants in your palm, dragging a deep groan from his throat. “And I very much intend to indulge, but-”

“But my Daddy’s guards always find me eventually,” Amber slurs, staggering out of the building.

You free yourself from the Graverobber’s arms, rushing to catch Amber before she tries to go down the steps. More than used to this treatment, she allows herself to relax completely into you, breathing you in deeply as you help her take a seat on the steps.

“I have a bit of a history with Geneco,” you explain.

“Pssh,” she scoffs. “You can take ‘em.”

“Three or four,” you remind her. “Not nine, or god forbid more. I’m still human, Sweetheart.”

The Graverobber weaves his hands into his hair, shuffling his boot awkwardly. “So, this is a serious thing then.” He gestures to you and the woman clinging to you.

“Serious as it gets,” Amber murmurs, making your heart race.

You press a kiss to her hair, rubbing her back with the hand not busy keeping her steady as consciousness begins to return to her.

“You never told me about her.”

“No shit, dumbass,” she snips, a good sign that she’s coming down from her high. “Daddy wants them dead; even I know it’s not safe to go running my mouth when there’s a price on their head.”

He chews at the inside of his cheek, seeming to wait for more of an explanation that doesn’t come. “They told me you wanted us to meet.”

She rolls her eyes, snuggling up against you. “Well yeah. My baby deserves a good fuck, and I obviously can’t be around all the time.” Your heart races as she squeezes your thigh; a bit too hard, but you’ve always loved it when she bruises you.

He grins, hands moving suggestively to his hips. “Are you admitting I’m a good fuck?”

You wince with pleasure when her hand moves higher, rubbing against your clit through your pants. “I wouldn’t let my lover waste their time on you if you weren’t.”

The moan dies in your throat, a harsh exhale leaving you as you pick up on the sound of approaching boot falls. Amber pushes at you. “You need to get the hell out of here, now.”

You nod, leaning in to steal one last kiss before the Graverobber pulls you away, hoisting you up into a passing garbage truck.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you hear the Geneco Team collect Amber. You smack the back of your head against the cold metal of the truck, eyes shut tightly as you hold in what threatens to be a sob.

It never gets easier, all these hasty goodbyes and cut short kisses. You miss waking up in her bed, smell of her skin instead of the rank of the city.

You feel a firm hand cup your knee; you don’t bother looking up to meet his eyes. “I uh, well I didn’t think she was capable of caring about anyone but herself.”

You scoff, a surprised laugh slipping through your lips. “Is that supposed to comfort me?”

He laughs, relaxing back into the trash. “No,” he puts bluntly. “Just makes me curious what kind of person you are.”

“The dangerous kind.”

He smiles, almost fondly, at you. “I gathered as much. Repo?”

“Ex Repo,” you correct him a bit too venomously. You sigh, calming yourself; it’s not his fault after all, and losing your shit on strangers isn’t a great way to make friends. “Sorry; I just…hate saying goodbye to her.”

He taps his fingertips on his knees, fidgeting uneasily. “Yes, well…do you still want to do this…?” He gestures between the two of you, emphasizing his crotch.

You shoot him an awkward smirk, playfully kicking his knee. “Oh of course,” you mock. “How could I resist such a charmer?”

Much to your surprise, he grabs your boot and yanks your leg so that you’re lying on your back beneath him; something is jabbing your back awkwardly, but it’s hard to care about small discomforts with the Graverobber crawling over top of you.

The truth is, it’s been a while since you’ve fucked; it’s been a while since you’ve even fucked yourself for that matter. Your teeth catch his bottom lip, eliciting a deep growl from his throat. His hand moves to rub your clit through your pants, harder than Amber had, and you let out a rather undignified whine.

“Hmm, I didn’t know you could sing,” he teases, playing with the buckle of your belt.

Your hand comes up to grab his chin forcefully, making him look you in the eyes. “Amber told me you were funny,” you pant. “And you’re really funny if you think I’m going bare pussy in this garbage truck.”

He can’t contain the laughter that tears up through him, so deep you can feel it with his chest pressed against yours. “You really don’t make it easy, do you?”

You sit up, pushing him up with you; he shifts to give you space, but instead you pull him into a deep kiss, slipping your tongue past his teeth. When you pull away, you leave him breathless. “Maybe not, but I assure you, I’ll make it worth it.”

He shudders, eyes blown with lust. “Okay,” he exhales, taking your hand and getting ready to jump out of the truck. “I���ll go wherever you want me to go.”

[pyr0-kai]

Masterlist / Requests

I realized I have never actually said if I take requests, but I absolutely can!

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Request Status: Open

☑️ I will Write anything SFW

Fluff, some Angst

Mostly Fem, and gender neutral.

(I can try male reader, but I am a female so no promises if it would be any good)

(maybe some smut in the near future)

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❌ I will not write anything violent

(past small injuries)

Anything Pedo related

Anything SA, SH, or ED

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Characters I will write for

Mike Schmidt - FNAF Movie

Vanessa Afton (?) - FNAF Movie

Josh Futturman - Future Man

Billy - Burn

Derek Danforth - The Beekeeper

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove - Stranger Things

Graverobber- Repo! The Genetic Opera

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice Musical

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Master List

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Headcannons

Headcannons #2

Fic Idea (1st I ever wrote)

Pick me up?

Treat (request)

Abby, The Little Matchmaker (Request)

Scars.

Sweet Dream

Roommates?

Game Date

Game date ep.2

YT/Streamer reader HCs

Headcannons

None Yet

None yet

Headcannons

None yet

None yet

None yet

[livindeadgirlgrav]

Livindeadgirl Masterlist!!

Slashers!

Michael Myers

Otis Driftwood

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Graverobber

Pavi Largo

Luigi Largo

The Grabber

Nubbins Sawyer

[marsi-is-depressed]

She was my mother.

Graverobber x Largo!Fem!Reader.

TW: Depression, panic attacks, a lack of appetite. Death of a loved one. Rotti isn't dead yet. Pavi and Amber being soft. Luigi turned down his anger. Mother-daughter relationship between Mag and reader. Mag's death causes the reader to spiral.

word count: 2622

The door to your room was closed. It was closed for the majority of the day, and your father was the only one who ventured to open it to check on you. Every now and again. He'd leave it open, claiming to forget to close it after leaving your room, so he could keep an eye on you. But that day, you opted to keep it open for yourself.

Someone knocked on the door to the residence. Rotti opened it and discovered Graverobber with a half-smile on his face. He cautioned him before allowing him in.

—How's she doing?—The Zydrate collector questioned your father, who replied with a frown and pointed to your open door with his head. Graves blinked and nodded. That's good, he thought.

Graverobber went to the living room where Luigi, Pavi and Amber were having breakfast, Rotti was sitting in his chair still watching the huge blue screen.

—Should we go and see if she's okay?

Graves nodded and got up from the couch as quickly as Pavi requested, and the other three followed suit. Amber, Pavi, Luigi, and the graverobber stood outside your chamber, but you didn't see them since you were wearing headphones and had your back turned to the door while painting something.

Graves and Amber exchanged a glance.

—Is she okay?—Luigi enquired. You never used headphones, and your music was always rumbling around Geneco, causing problems for Luigi and disturbing the Genterns.

—I believe she is experiencing grief—. Graverobber said.

Amber glanced at you with sorrowful eyes; she disliked seeing her little sister so distraught.

—How can we help her?

Graves kept looking at you while Pavi looked at him, Luigi waiting for an answer. Both, Graverobber and Amber knew there wasn't much to do for you. —Just be there for her —.

"Hi, y/n." The four of them agreed that it would be best if only one of them went to speak with you. Amber tapped firmly on your shoulder, causing you to turn around, surprised because you hadn't expected anybody to discover who had disturbed your thoughts. You greeted hello back to her as she caught a glance at what you were painting. Amber spoke to you, and you responded solely with low hums.

"Are you okay-?" Graves eventually enquired, moving into the gap between the doors.

"I'm okay." You responded to Graves and instantly put your headphones back on.

 He stood there, behind you, for a couple of seconds deciding what he should do; you definitely weren't feeling like talking nor spending time with him or with anyone, but he didn't want to leave you.

You spent most of the day drawing, writing, or reading, your headphones never leaving your ears. Pavi would sneak into your room and just watch you as you painted and sometimes he would draw with you too. You couldn't feel anything, not sadness, not happiness, as if there was a hole in your chest that absorbed every emotion not giving your brain enough time to process them before they were gone. You were numb to everything around you; neither you could feel the sadness after losing your mother-like figure. You just were certain that something like that couldn't have happened to her. If people were able to survive the repo man, surely Mag would be able to survive her injuries, right?

"We need to go back." You quickly stumbled to Dad's office. There were only the three of you in the house, Luigi and Graverobber were at work but it wouldn't be long before they came back to GeneCo, and Pavi was out with the genterns trying to get a new face. Amber sighed in gentle annoyance and turned around to listen to you, Rotti still watching the CCTV but turned his head slightly towards you. "We need to go back to the theatre." When the opera ended everything was left how it was, the theatre had been abandoned after tragedy struck. Rotti's body tensed and turned to her. "I've been thinking and- everything has been left, no one is able to open those doors but what if there was another way in for someone to help them maybe even revive them? Mag might of-" Amber shook her head softly, pressing her lips together. "Y/n." Amber cut you off in the softest way she could. "I'm--I'm not asking anyone to go; I'll do it. I'll get back to her.

Amber licked her lips and gently held your arms. "That's not possible, y/n."

"You don't understand, I have to go back to her, please we can help her." Your hands shook, "I have to see her, Sister." You started crying, your hands covering your face as you used Amber's body to hide. "She's there alone and she has to be scared." You sobbed, sister, wrapping her arms around your body. Dad approached you both and laid one of his hands on your head. Everyone knew that wasn't possible, they all saw her die and get dragged away. You begged Graverobber to help you go back to the theatre, his heart breaking in two knowing he couldn't do anything for you and holding his hands around your shoulders as he heard your desperate sobs trying to get Mag back.

Graverobber was holding you between his arms as you tried to escape his grip. You had already ripped up some of the pictures you had with Mag on the wall above your desk, the pieces lying on the floor as you tried to go and rip the ones that were still stuck to the wall. Your breathing was fast, your eyes with tears of rage and your body shook violently against Graves's arms. You finally gave up, if it hadn't been because he was holding onto you, you would've fallen defeated to the floor. Your head down as you sobbed, your whole body finally relaxing as Graves could loosen his arms around you a little bit, still holding you so you won't fall. He gave you a minute as you tried to catch your breath and his eyes were locked on the ripped pictures, he let out a sigh because he knew you were definitely gonna regret this later.

"Mag was a fucking coward. She let herself die, she didn't fight for life because of this stupid town." Graverobber had to hear things like this every day, knowing you didn't mean it and that it was your trauma talking, not you. After realizing what you just said, you would start crying while mumbling 'I didn't mean it', Graves caressing your back and reassuring you that he knew you didn't.

Pavi had to pick up the pieces of your broken drawings, you destroyed every piece of art you created; ripping the papers and making holes in your canvases. Graves asked him if he could keep them and Pavi gave him each of the small pieces of paper that he collected. Graves repaired your photos, using glue and tape to get the pieces together. He kept them in his jacket, waiting patiently to return them to you.

He managed to perfectly repair four of them: a freshly 18-year-old you and Mag posing for the camera when you turned into a proper adult, a big smile on your face holding a small cake as Mag leaned her head on your shoulder. You didn't want anything for our birthday but Mag insisted on you having your own cake. Two of them were pictures of Mag holding you when you were just a baby. The fourth one was taken by Rotti when Mag took care of you when you were recovering from a broken arm. You only allowed her to touch you or put an arm around you knowing how rough the others can be. Mag was praising you on how brave you have been the love in her eyes was visible in the picture which was evidence of what kind of mother-daughter relationship you two had.

The relationship between Amber and Graverobber got worse if possible. They only worked hand in hand when it was about you or Amber begging for Zydrate, the rest of the day they'd ignore each other for good. Amber hated to see him every day at home but she never said anything because she knew that he was helping you more than her family is. Amber didn't like Graverobber, she only tolerated him for the drugs, not only because she was his ex-girlfriend but now also because he was trying to get with her little sister.

Your head hurt, your jaw was clenched most of the day and in the palm of your hands were cuts of half-moons because of your nails digging into your skin when you closed your fists. Amber took care of them, snatching bandages from genterns to cover that part of your hand so when you sunk your nails there, you wouldn't hurt yourself. Sometimes you would puke from all the anger you were keeping inside, Pavi, still keeping his foreign faces on, with a hand on your forehead, the other one holding your hair, and Graverobber waiting with water and a wet towel to clean your face. Then the embarrassment and the frustration would hit you at the same time, leaving you sitting down on the floor of the bathroom for hours, with your back against the door and your head on your knees as you hugged them to your chest. Graves and Pavi were sitting there with you, looking at you and their eyes finally locking on the floor as they listened to you cry.

What if you've never met Mag? What if you never introduced her and Shilo? What if you had gone with her to the opera instead of staying at home? You couldn't save Mag and you couldn't save Nathan either. You were so ashamed of yourself, you felt like a failure.

"I should've gone to the opera." You were seated in your bed, knees to chest. Graverobber was seated on the floor of your room, his back against the wall in front of your bed, calculating his cash from Zydrate clients. His gaze fell on you as you talked. You didn't tell him, but Graves suspected that those ideas were running through your mind. "It should've been me who-" Graves shut you off. "No. "Do not say that." Graves, still clutching his money, walked to sit next to you. His glance tried to find yours, but your eyes were missing. "No one should've died." Graverobber tried to comfort you. He threw one of his hands over your shoulder, making you lay your head on his chest. You didn't complain, letting his soft touch snuggle you to his chest. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Shilo asks all the time about you." You sat up, your eyes wide open. You've been so self-centred in your pain that you didn't even think about Shilo. She lost her Godmother and her father on the same night.

Graverobber took you to Shilo's place where she had been taking care of the huge house alone. During the walk, he told you that Shilo spent her days inside her bedroom still looking out of the same window. "If you want to leave at any moment, just let me know." You nodded. The mansion was a mess. Graverobber was by your side when Shilo walked down the stairs to the entrance, him giving you the soft push you needed in the lower part of your back to approach the girl.

Shilo was so much more pale, she later told you it was because of the blood disease worsening. You sat in an empty bed so you both could talk. Graves left you alone with Shilo. The girl told you she had no cure and that her dad was poisoning her for years, so much that she couldn't get better. You felt guilty, for not having talked to Shilo before and for not having, at least, called her after her dad died. Shilo's voice broke when she talked about Nathan, Mag and her late mother. You also felt guilty for that. Shilo was there when Nathan died she saw him being stabbed and shot, she literally saw him dying in front of her eyes, yet there she was consoling you. You got up starting to leave when Shilo started digging in the pocket of her dress and handed you the silver necklace Mag gave to Shilo when they first met. You had previously seen the necklaces on Mag when you were just a baby.

"Shilo, I can't. She was your Godmother-"

"And you were her daughter. I'm sure Mag would want you to have it." The necklace fell into the palm of your hand, feeling heavier than it should as your eyes filled with tears, but you did not get to cry in front of her.

Shilo continued crying, the kid sobbing as you both looked at a photo of Mag and her mother on the table beside her bed. You bit your lower lip when the first tears finally rolled down your cheek. You placed your hand on Shilo's head getting him closer to you as the girl wrapped his hands around you too.

You cried with sadness for the first time since Mag died and you didn't stop for a pretty long time, your eyes getting a permanent shade of red. Your sobs could be heard throughout GeneCo at night, Amber's a light sleeper, making her walk to your room to find you curled up in your bed, almost choking on your tears and snot. "Come on, y/n." Amber helped you sit up on your bed, you barely capable of keeping that posture for yourself. Amber took a tissue from your nightstand and blew your nose, and using her smooth thumbs she wiped your tears. "We're gonna try to sleep, okay?" She sat on your bed with her back against the wall and hugged you against her chest, and using her manicured nails she caressed your hair and kept you close. "I miss her." You said between sobs. Amber let out a sigh, hating to see you go through this while her dainty slender hand still working on your hair. "I know you do."

Pavi always tried to have small gestures with you like buying you your favourite flowers and placing them in a vase next to your bed where you spent most of the day. Reading book after book, the same books Mags would read to you before you went to bed. He just wanted to show you that life was still worthy of living, he didn't expect Mag's death to hit you so hard. Luigi has been fed up with the crying since day 1 as he knew like everyone else about the contract signed in blood. You hardly ate, you would just sit at the table with your family, staring at the food on your plate. The feeling of emptiness never left. Your mind was mean, fastening your breath to the point you felt dizzy, drying your mouth and throat and making you feel helpless. Not even Amber's soothing words were useful anymore, not even Graverobber sneaking into your room and grabbing your hand as you cried your eyes out and not even Amber hugging you at night could replace the void that Mag left in you.

But you knew that in time, everything would go back to normal, or so you hoped.

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Masterlist

Bleach

Akon:

Cuddle HCs

Grimmjow:

Human s/o headcanons

Kenpachi:

Cuddles HCs

Fluff HCs/scenario with strong reader

Muramasa:

Cuddle HCs

Nnoitra:

Cuddle HCs

Shinji:

Cuddle HCs

Starrk:

Fluff headcanons

Ulquiorra:

Fluff headcanons

Descendants

Harry Hook:

fluff headcanons

Ghost Rider

Abigor:

With an asexual reader

Hellsing

Alucard:

Domestic headcanons

Touch starved alucard headcanons

His s/o comforting him after a nightmare headcanons

Pros and cons of Alucard's love Headcanons

Alucard's sleeping habits with and without his s/o Headcanons

Walter:

General/fluff headcanons

Metalocalypse

Magnus Hammersmith:

Fluff one-shot

One Piece

Hody Jones:

Hody with a human s/o

Pirates of the Caribbean

Cutler Beckett:

Clingy Cutler Beckett headcanons

Repo the Genetic Opera

Graverobber:

Fluff headcanons

Pavi Largo:

Insecure Pavi headcanons

Transformers

Ironhide:

(Bayverse)Ironhide x depressed!human!reader one-shot

Soundwave:

(TFP)soundwave x reader: noodle

Vikings

Floki:

Stargazing + cuddles with floki one-shot

Villainous:

Black Hat x demon/eldritch!Reader fluff

[bloodstained-bunker]

Needle through a bug

Your feet click against the asphalt. How long have you been running for at this point? An hour, maybe two. There isn't any way to be sure at this point. The only thing you can be sure of at this point is you are being hunted by the city's biggest fear, the repo man. People warned you this would happen the second you didn’t pay for your new organs. But for some reason, the prospect of new eyes seemed to outweigh the risk. 

He must still be close; you know he must be. There isn't any way he would give up chasing you, but God are you starting to get tired. Down the street, you see a dimly lit alleyway. With little thought, you run into it hoping you can finally rest a moment before running again. No one is currently in the alley from what you can see. There is only you, your thoughts, and a large dumpster that you decide to lean on.

There is a moment of clarity, a second to catch your breath and calm yourself. But sadly, as soon as it comes it has to be ripped away. You feel a pair of hands grab your shoulders and pull you back. Before you can process anything or scream, a hand is put to your mouth and the lid to the dumpster is closed. Everything is dark for a moment and your heart is beating so fast you feel like it could stop at any moment. The body behind you is obviously male by how large his hand is over your mouth. 

“Don’t scream. If you scream, they’ll hear us.” His voice is low and calm. Somehow it brings you a small comfort to know it isn't the repo man grabbing you to rip away your eyes. “I'm going to let you go but if you scream, I will have no choice but to throw you back out there.” You nod, a silent agreement you'll be good. He lets you go slowly just in case you decide to scream. When you don’t he takes a relieved breath and finally fully backs away. The dumpster is cramped and dark. The figure in front of you seems to be eyeing you, trying to see if maybe he's seen you or sold to you before. You can’t see much else besides his glassy eyes and how they trail up and down your figure.

When he realizes he in fact does not know you, he holds out his hand for you to take. “I’ve never seen you before. Were you told about my area, or did you just happen upon it?” When your hand goes into his he brings it to his lips and kisses the back of it gently. This man seems to be a charmer. You already seem a bit swooned by his gentle touch and the way he has with words, and you have only been near him less than five minutes. “I happened upon it.” Your voice is so soft it catches him off guard. He takes a second to gather himself.  “Well, I can assume you aren't here for z.” 

So that is what he is. A zydrate peddler. A graverobber. Your head shakes quickly, you would never do zydrate, you swore to yourself you wouldn't. He nods and makes a mental note of your response. Graverobber knows a sober person when he sees one. If anything, he is more shocked there are people left who haven't gone down the same exact path as everyone else. “Then what are you running from dove?” The pet's name slips from his lips so easily. You have to wonder if he's using it to be kind or using it to try and con you into using. Although he does seem curious about you. 

“Repo man.” Is all you say. It’s all you have to say of course to make him nod yet again, this time with a look of pity and understanding. For some reason the look makes you feel ashamed. Like you are wrong for running from your fate like you are. “It’s a good thing you came upon me.” He finally says. “I know the best places to hide.” The look of pity is replaced with a sly grin and eyes full of mischief. You cock your head to the side. Why is he so willing to hide you? 

“You’ll hide me? For what price?” Your voice is filled with a questioning tone. He chuckles quietly. “We can discuss the terms at a later point. When I can look at your face properly to make a deal.” What else could you lose at this point? You are already going to probably lose your life at the hands of a repo man. You nod in agreement. What bad things could this stranger ask of you to do in return for safety? You ration it can’t be too bad as anything is better than sudden death. 

“For now, however, we will have to wait in here until morning. I hope that isn’t too awful for you dove.” Your cheeks get warm again and you decide to get comfortable next to him. Thus starts your new life of living in the shadows with your new acquaintance.

[twisted-broth]

Encountering the GraveRobber

(apologies as i know half of you want total drama and the other half want my hero and this is neither! this is from a musical that i listened to three times today: Repo! The genetic Opera)

TW: blood, drugs, a little bit sexual?

your surgery was simple, not very expensive

all you had needed was a new kneecap after yours had been shattered

by working nonstop for five months, you were able to make all your payments on time and you could leave the fear of the repo man behind

but there was one thing that you couldn’t leave behind

and that was the zydrate they had prescribed to you after the surgery

you couldn’t get enough of the numbing blue liquid and so you had no choice but to turn to the grave robbers for your next fix

and your friendly neighborhood graverobber made sure you never missed another dose

you quickly became graves favorite customer

you were the only one who wasn’t all over him, trying to convince him to lower his prices in exchange for their bodies

but you just came, paid him, and left; usually not a word was said between you two

one day graves decided that he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers anymore

so that day when you forced the roll of bills into his hand without making eye contact, he didn’t immediately give you your fix

you look up at him in confusion and make a grab for the vial in his hands

he looks down at you with a smirk and holds the poison high above his head where you couldn’t reach

“what are you doing graverobber?”

and there it was. the first words you ever said to him

“maybe i just didn’t want you to run away this time, baby. i wanna see that cute face a little more.”

you huffed out an angry breath and promised him that if you got your fix now, you would stay and chat for a bit

he gave you a heart- stopping smirk as he loaded his gun and got down on his knees in front of you

he rolled up the hem of your shorts and pressed the gun to the highest point of your thigh that he could reach before pulling the trigger

a satiating feeling of numbness washed over your body and you sighed in relief as the pain ebbed away

looking down, you could see graves wearing a satisfied smile as he watched your reaction

with eyes locked on yours, he placed a small kiss on the injection site where a droplet of blood had formed

you quickly broke eye contact before you could see him lick up the blood that had smeared on his lips

as promised, you stayed and talked with him; admittedly for much longer than you intended

being in his line of work, graves had so many interesting stories to relay and you found yourself captivated by every one

it wasn’t until night was nearly falling that you realized you should be heading home

“could i walk you home?”

“respectfully, there is no fucking way i’m letting you know where i live”

“but, i will see you again right? you are my favorite customer, after all.”

you thought for a moment before nodding and disappearing once again

(i already have more ideas and you can absolutely request for other repo guys if you’d like)