#didn't want to work in the beta image for some reason rip

[slxsherwriter]

Better Me Than You

Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera

Pairing: Luigi Largo x reader

Word Count: 1,061

Warning: Canon typical violence, blood, injuries

A/N: A little brainworm that demanded it be written before anything else. Short little one shot that belongs to the same universe as Hand Picked. Hope everyone enjoys! As always, no beta reader, so sorry if any mistakes! An Otis piece should be coming next.

The entire city was abuzz, excitement palpable for all. It was that time of the year where things were temporarily forgotten and everyone celebrated. Well, everyone that wasn't crawling the streets looking for Z or stuck in some debt payment program, working their fingers to the bone. The Renaissance fair thrown by the Largo family was one of the biggest events of the year. Combined with the Genetic Opera and there was no containing the jubilation that ripped through the population. Everyone was talking about it, making plans, scouring what little savings were amassed. 

Really, all in all, it make your job significantly easier. Because despite it all, business never stopped. Repossessions were at an all time high right now, something that didn't exactly reflect kindly on Rotti or his company but such was the way of business. It hardly was any skin off of your back. 

Even with all of the festivities, it was now well known that you belonged alongside Luigi Largo. The media had gotten a hold of that and ran with the story, the doctor turned lover, it was a sensation. Especially since you had come from nothing. One of those old time romance stories that just didn't exist in today's say and age. Being in front of the camera wasn't the most comfortable of places for you but for the sake of your relationship, you could smile and look pretty.

Such obligations could often clash with your responsibilities to the company. Rotti didn't want it know that you were one of the feared Repo men. For good reason. Both company image and the sake of keeping you as one of his top employees. So often, it was a scramble to finish up your work and be presentable for the media. Rotti liked the fact that you softened the family image, that the media fawned over you. There had been doubts when he had first found out about the two of you but now, he tried to put you in front of the camera with Luigi as often as possible. Something that irritated the eldest Largo sibling to no end but both of your hands were tied. 

It was no different for the Renaissance. If anything, there was a greater importance on making sure that the appearances were as put together as possible. Rotti had sent you out to collect a large debt but made the clear demand that you be back for the ribbon cutting ceremony. 

You had just managed to clean yourself up. This collection had been just a little more bloody than anticipated and despite your suit, you had made a right mess. Add onto that you had to struggle to get yourself into the dress that Rotti had purchased for the occasion. Something about the family looking cohesive. 

The fair was a mob scene as anticipated and as you pushed your way through the bodies, you were vigilant of everyone and everything around you. A natural instinct from growing up on the street that had only been honed through your career path. It wasn't hard to find the siblings, even amid the shouting and general merriment of the festival, their voices were distinct and carried. Unbidden, a smile came to your face. As much as the bickering could grate on nerves, this evening it meant familiarity and comfort. With a little more eagerness to your step, you hurried towards the sound. 

Coming to a small clearing, all three Largo siblings were facing one another, shouting and wildly gesturing. Another fight likely, it's all they seemed to be doing these days. Fighting over who brought in the most money, who spent the most money, who Rotti liked the best, and the newest, who would inherit GeneCo. Squabbles that you really wanted no part of in any way, shape, or form. Far too messy. 

You were close enough now that your presence was acknowledged by the group, Pavi being the first to call out. 

"Come on, tell them all that the Pavi is the one that the public likes best." Blinking, you went to shake your head when movement caught the corner of your head. Erratic and unexpected. Far too close to Luigi, who was just reaching out to pull you into his side.  

Heart in your throat, you used his motion forward to grab and yank his lanky frame. It was a surprise and thankfully sent him off balance enough to move out of the way just as you stepped forward to aid in the action. The lunge from the man missed its intended mark but found purchase in your flesh. The fiery, piercing pain of a blade entering the tender zone of your torso had a gasp of pain leaving your lips, brain registering a million things at once and yet nothing at all but the pain. Upper abdomen, just below your chest. Lucky if it hadn't pierced your diaphragm. Liver likely lacerated. Meaning your choices of bleeding out were higher. Information blinked before your eyes before the moment rushed back to you. 

You attempted to push the man off, though the smart thing would be to keep the blade in place. Not that it would matter much for any internal bleeding but it could loss the blood loss outside of your body. He stumbled for a second, only the shock of having missed his target causing a brief second of hesitation. Then he was swinging wildly as he pulled back. This time, it was less of a stabbing motion, the blade arching through the air and catching the skin across your chest before the man was tackled to the ground, a familiar blade sticking out of his neck. 

Dropping to your knees, you tried to apply pressure to the wound. There was a vague awareness of your surroundings as you felt the touch of a gloved hand under your chin. Luigi. Trying to focus your eyes, you turned your attention to the man kneeling beside you. For the first time, perhaps ever, you could see a hint of fear on the man's face. There was a little darkness creeping in on the corners of your vision. 

"Keep your eyes open." The plea came but was heard through muffled ears as blood continued to pour from the wound. Better you than Luigi was your last conscious thought as you gave into the darkness. 

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[thehandsresisthim]

Taming Tenko - Part 1

Shigaraki Tomura I Shimura Tenko / Female Reader

Part 2 can be found here

Contains: sub shig, dom reader, low-key women-hating shig, college au, quirk less au, masturbation, shig nuts on readers scarf, cock stepping, shig humping against readers feet, humiliation, overstimulation, shig and reader are having fun playing pretend lol

"... and Shimura Tenko will work together.", the professor reads out. Tenko raises his head at the mention of his name, what was this about again- oh, yeah, the dumb project. He's annoyed just thinking about it. Who must he work with again? Maybe it would've been worth it to pay proper attention, but he's had a nice gaming session with a player living overseas last night and the difference in time zones was making him stay up was too late.

Some woman walks over to him - and promptly removes his back pack from the chair next to him, plopping down in its place.

Tenko just stares. If it was a guy, he'd probably say something, but although Tenko isn't very found of women, he often finds himself locking up when talking to one. Hopefully she'll leave soon, this is his last class today and he wants nothing but to go home.

"You're Shimura, right? It's nice to meet you. We'll be working together, I guess."

He just nods, and feels the sweat build up. He really wants to scratch at his neck, but he fears that he might make a fool of himself - and he knows that that'll just paint an even bigger target on his back.

Damn normies. Always pouncing on him just because he's not conventionally attractive - foids had it so much easier than men.

She'd probably make fun of him in her group of friends later on, Tenko wouldn't be surprised if she would spread more rumors. Things like that were one of the reasons why he hated getting close to others.

"That's good. My next class starts in a few minutes, so I have to go soon. Would it be okay to meet up on Friday? There's this Cafe, "Pink Cupcake" which serves really good coffee! And we could study there too. I'm free about 3pm, is that okay with you?"

Jesus, she was talkative. It was probably her gender, or she was trying to make up for how she uncomfortable he made her. That had to be it.

He quickly looks through his calendar, which his eyes had been staring at since she started the poor excuse of a conversation.

"I... It's good. I-I be... there, at the Cafe I mean-, yes it works out fine.", Tenko hates how much his voice wavers when he answers and how he struggles to find the proper words.

"Sounds great, see you then. Bye bye, Shimura." the female says and leaves. He hates how friendly she sounds. Females weren't friendly, he knew it. The bullying he had endured in the past proved this, in his mind.

Only when she's already gone he realizes that he never answered to her goodbye. 'Oh well,' Tenko thinks, 'females don't deserve attention like that.'

+++

Where the fuck was she? He had hurried all the way here, after putting in the effort of finding clean clothes for himself and showering, something he honestly rarely did.

The sign on the Cafe clearly read "pink cupcake" in ridiculously curly found. The interior was caked in pastels, with designs that reminded him of the rococo era.

He felt awfully out of place - he was wearing black jeans, a grey hoodie and old converse his sister had handed down to him.

She probably didn't intend on actually meeting him - she just wanted to humiliate him by making him look like he was stood up.

He feels the anger bubbling up. He put in all this effort, and this whore just ignores him?

He'll just leave. Fuck the pro-

"Shimura? Did you not see me? Come on, I preserved us a spot." he hears your still friendly voice.

Before he can react much, you have pulled him towards a big table. He can see a laptop, decorated with way too many stickers, and a few books.

"I already did some studying earlier on for a different subject. We can start now. Why don't you sit down?"

He follows your suggestion, and sits down on the white, wooden chair. The pillow is a light blue, and it pisses him off for some reason.

He takes out his tablet, and rests it on the table.

"Ok, so, here's everything that needs to be in our presentation. Do you think we could split it into parts, so that we both have different things to do?"

He nods, and throws a look at the instructions on the screen of his tablet.

"I... I'll do section one, three, four and five," he starts, immediately regretting his words. 'That came out way to bossy,' he scolds himself mentally.

'Not that I care about the comfort of some woman', he reminds himself in his head, 'I just want to ensure that she doesn't end up bullying me for being rude.'

"Sounds great. Your previous presentations have always been great, so I'm real happy to be working with you!" she answers.

'Why is she so friendly to me?' he complains in his head, 'dumb bimbo.'

'That sounded genuine,' a part of himself wonders before he can stop it.

+++

An hour later, both of you having had worked a good amount on the project, you decided to stop and meet up again next week - you had asked him for his number so that you both could text. Flustered, he had written it down and handed the paper to you. It had been the first time a woman had asked him for his number.

As Tenko walks out of the Cafe, he notices two things: firstly, you are walking in the same direction as him, and secondly, he didn't bring a jacket, and the cold air doesn't feel nice. 'Great', he thinks.

You walk right beside him, and he hates how okay he is with it. You both had talked a bit about all kinds of things - he had noticed you had a few games he also played on your laptop, and video games was one of the few things he could talk much about, so he asked about it. You had hit it off from there, noticing a similar taste in many things.

At first, it had bothered him that he had gotten along with a female, but you somehow managed to convince him you were genuine. He could say that he disliked you less than other females, at least.

As you continued to walk, Tenko slowly started trembling. It was really cold, and he found himself jealous of your scarf and warm-looking jacket.

Frustrated, he moved his hands deeper down into his hoodie.

"Are you cold, Shimura?" your voice questions. He glares at you. Why did you insist on being so concerned? Females weren't supposed to care about beta males like him.

"Y... yes, but it's fine." he says, but he still trembles, and you seem to notice.

You shake your head. Tenko freezes - that's it. She hates him now, he must've done something wrong, he'll get bullied again.

"Stay still for a moment, please," you instruct and before he can protest, he feels your warm fingers wrapping your scarf around him. 'It has been directly on her skin, and the warmth due to that is super comforting' he can't help but appreciate the gesture.

"Thank you." he says, and he means it.

'Holy fuck', Tenko remarks in his head, 'her fingers felt so good on my neck.' He'll definitely jerk off to the memory at home. And her smell... It's all over the scarf.

He's grateful that the Hoodie is long enough to cover his crotch - he doesn't want to show just how turned on he is.

The rest of the way home, he can't help but feel like he's in heaven.

As he enters the apartment, he quickly takes his shoes off and then immediately goes into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and locking it.

'Thank goodness I'm home', he thinks and rips of his pants and hoodie, immediately palming his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.

His brain is flashing images through his mind: you finding out what a pervert he is, and deciding that he needs a punishment, you edging him until he breaks down crying, but still not letting him release, you stepping on his private parts, you keeping him on a leash and calling him mutt...

Tenko can no longer take it - he removes his boxers as well, and grabs your scarf in his lust-driven haze. He didn't think that taking part in a scene like this - pretending to be a little pervert that didn't know you beforehand after your professor had previously mentioned that you and him would be working together - would turn him on this much. "Fuck, mistress, please..."

Here's part two!

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