#AND THAT LITTLE HELP COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL IN A GUN PRESSED AGAINST HER ANATOMY

[fandomcringebucket]

ZYDRATE ANATOMY - TERRANCE ZDUNICH, PARIS HILTON, ALEXA PENAVEGA (REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA)

[dogramagra-and-destruction]

zydrate comes in a little glass vial!!!

a little glass vial?

[cowboybrunch]

some mornings i wake up normal, some mornings i rise with a thirst that can only be quenched by watching repo! the genetic opera

[hella1975]

if everytime you walked into a room a song started playing and you could pick it, which one would you choose?

me being me it changes daily but today im gonna say zydrate anatomy bc that has been in my head for fucking HOURS

[c0tards--s0luti0n]

zydrate anatomy is forever rotating around in my head

[itz-rayne-12]

(tw mentions of firearms and knives, no they don't have bullets in them please don't worry non are actually being actively used I'm doing my best to tag and tw this correctly I swear I'm not insensitive I'm just stupid) [OOC: ok scenario here, Astra would be explaining some fucked up experiments she does to people who deserve it or are already sentenced with death, and she'd be explaining one and she'd say "Zydrate comes in a little glass vial. A little glass vial. And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery. And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy. And when the gun goes off, it sparks And you're ready for surgery! Surgery! And this one is addicted to the knife. Addicted to the knife? Addicted to the knife. And addicted to the knife, She needs a little help with the agony. And a little help comes in a little glass vial In a gun pressed against her anatomy. And when the gun goes off, she is ready for surgery. Surgery!" and the other students are just listening intensely, and professor p, yes I refuse to say his last name, is just like "this one is insane. she's one of my favorite students now." also this is Astra if I haven't shown her yet]

erm guys??-

[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.

[dionysed]

And a little help comes in a little glass vial,

In a gun pressed against her anatomy.

And when the gun goes off,

Ms. Sweet is ready for surgery. 🎵

[ghost-town-story]

Find the Word Tag

Got a couple of tags here from @oh-no-another-idea. Thanks for the tags!

Before this gets too long, I’ll tag @dogmomwrites, @loopyhoopywrites, @lunafioreauthor, and whoever else wants to! Your words will be turn, study, burst, vengeance, and noise.

Words: Loss, super, proud, arrogant, sparkle, necklace, gun, handkerchief, metal, shrug

Loss (Astral Part 1)

Nashira held him for a few more moments, then she let go and took a few steps back. Will couldn’t help but stagger a little at the sudden loss of his support. He must have been more tired than he thought, to so quickly relax and come undone.

“Come with me,” Nashira said, then she turned on her heel and started off along the path between the tents.

Will blinked for a moment, his brain churning to catch up, then he stumbled into motion. 

Super (Stars)

Antonio laughs softly, but before I can pull my hand back he reaches out to take it in his. “Tying to touch a star?” he teases.

I hope he’s not looking at me, or that the low lighting will hide how my face is red from his teasing. “I know I can’t,” I defend myself.

Antonio laughs again, bringing our hands back down. My hand ends up on his chest. I can feel his heart beat, feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes.

“I mean, Mamma kinda turned me into an astronomy nerd, so I know they’re super hot and I doubt we could even get close in a ship, this ship at least, I don’t know the specifications, maybe a really insulated one—” I realize I’m flustered and rambling, and I press my free hand to my mouth to stop the words from tumbling out.

Proud (Nova)

“Why did you come home?” It was their mother.

“Felt like it.” And that was, surprisingly, the truth. “I’m going to walk James to school once he gets back down here.”

“James—”

“Is going to go whether you allow him or not, so get over it,” Myles cut her off. Secretly, he was proud that James had almost as much of a rebellious streak as he did.

“There’s no need for him to put himself at risk.”

Myles shooed his little sister off to the kitchen. She didn’t need to, couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

“You and I both know he’ll be a risk one day,” he said lowly.

Arrogant (Nova)

By lunch time, even more rumors were flying about James’s doppelganger. The most prevalent of them, and therefore the ones Summer would be most inclined to believe, painted him as an arrogant asshole who quickly got pissed off when people compared him to James.

Sparkle (Astral Part 1)

Aiden pulled the vial of blue-grey glitter out of his pocket. “Just who are you, Rose?” he whispered, watching the contents sparkle in the sunlight.

Necklace (Astral Part 1)

Aiden kept his eyes on Rose as she unfastened a chain from around her neck. “One of the last times we met the princess’s guardian, he gave us this.”

Aiden held out his hand, and Rose gently deposited the necklace there for him to examine.

“He said that, when we’re ready to fight Maddox and need the princess, that this will call them.”

Aiden moved the chain to examine the pendant. It looked like it was made out of stained glass, a dusty pink rose set against a blue sky and surrounded by gold.

Gun (Nova)

Jay saw a flash of blue light illuminate the buildings next to him. In one move, he whirled around and unholstered his gun, aiming it at the source. He found himself looking down the street at a boy standing underneath the nearest streetlight.

Jay quickly sized him up. The boy’s t-shirt and pajama pants did nothing to protect him from the rain that quickly soaked him, and he was soon shivering under the harsh glare of the streetlight. But even his impression of a drowned kitten wasn’t enough to override the warning bells going off in Jay’s brain at the sight of the boy’s blue-lensed tech goggles or the bandages wrapped around his left arm.

Handkerchief didn’t have so Napkin (Nova AU)

Aydan reached up and tugged at the white streak in Jay’s hair. “Look at you, you distinguished old gentleman,” she teased.

“Oh, I’ll show you distinguished old gentleman,” Jay retorted, his arm going around Aydan’s waist.

Basil gave a pointed little cough. Jay smirked and licked Aydan’s cheek before going back to his lunch.

“Gross,” Aydan complained, accepting the napkin Basil handed her to wipe off her cheek.

Metal (Astral Part 1)

“No,” Yavin said decisively. “She may be useful. You see, Maddox, my sister and I have discovered another of our siblings’ plans, one that could prove quite the hinderance to both our ambitions.”

Yavin rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands on Maddox’s desk, revealing cuffs around his wrists. They were made of some silvery-blue metal that was heavily streaked with rust and covered in engravings that Danielle didn’t immediately recognize.

“When our siblings decided to lock us in that prison,” Yavin said, his voice low, “they not only prevented the use of magic within our cell, but also decided to lock away mine and Europa’s magic, via these handy little cuffs.” He lifted a hand and shook his wrist briefly.

Shrug (Astral Part 1)

“Who is Vernize?”

“I’m… not too sure,” Aiden admitted. “He said he was once the prince of Astral—still might be, depending on who you ask, but Maddox keeps him locked up in the dungeon.”

Even in the greenish light, Aiden saw Finn’s face go pale. “Jake?” he whispered.

Aiden shrugged.

Jared gave Finn a strange look. “Do you really think…?”

Finn ignored the question. “He didn’t give you any other name?” he asked Aiden.

“He couldn’t,” Aiden explained. “He said Maddox took most of his name.”

[the-solver-system]

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And amber sweet Uzi Doorman is addicted to the knife.

Addicted to the knife?

Addicted to the knife.

And addicted to the knife, She needs a little help with the agony. And a little help comes in a little glass vial In a gun pressed against her anatomy. And when the gun goes off, Ms. Doorman is ready for surgery.

surgery!

[womanovertheedge]

And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony.

And the little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against her anatomy.

[music-in-my-veins14]

And addicted to the knife, She needs a little help with the agony. And a little help comes in a little glass vial In a gun pressed against her anatomy. And when the gun goes off, Ms. Sweet is ready for surgery.

[s1eepy-0]

Zydrate Anatomy(Song by Alexa PenaVega, Paris Hilton, and Terrance Zdunich) is such a great song hiusgx

"Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.

A little glass vial?

A little glass vial.

And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.

Hhh-hhh...

And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.

Hhh-hhh...

And when the gun goes off, it sparks And you're ready for surgery!

Surgery!"

"And amber sweet is addicted to the knife.

Addicted to the knife?

Addicted to the knife.

And addicted to the knife, She needs a little help with the agony. And a little help comes in a little glass vial In a gun pressed against her anatomy.

And when the gun goes off, Ms. sweet is ready for surgery."

"Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print.

Some mighty...fine...print...

And that mighty fine print puts mag in a mighty fine predicament... If mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit And if geneco and rotti so will it, Then a repo man will come And she'll pay for that surgery, surgery!"

Just my favorite parts jdisfs

[nonbinary-weirdo]

Alastor: And Angel Dust is addicted to the knife

Vaggie: Addicted to the knife?

Sinners: Addicted to the knife!

Alastor: And addicted to the knife, he needs a little help with the agony

Sinners: Agony!

Alastor: And a little help comes in a little glass vial and a gun pressed against his anatomy and when the gun goes off Mr Dust is ready for surgey, surgey~

[c0tards--s0luti0n]

[I CANT FEEL NOTHIN AT ALL...]

DRUG MARKET, SUB MARKET, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I EVER GOT IN. BLOOD MARKET, LOVE MARKET, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY THEY NEED ME AT ALL!

ZYDRATE COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL.

A LITTLE GLASS VIAL?

A LITTLE GLASS VIAL.

AND THE LITTLE GLASS VIAL GOES INTO THE GUN LIKE A BATTERY.

AND THE ZYDRATE GUN GOES SOMEWHERE AGAINST YOUR ANATOMY.

AND WHEN THE GUN GOES OFF, IT SPARKS, AND YOURE READY FOR SURGERY! [SURGERY!]

GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I EVEN BOTHER. GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I NEED YOU AT ALL!

AND AMBER SWEET IS ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE.

ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE?

ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE.

AND ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE, SHE NEEDS A LITTLE HELP WITH THE AGONY. [AGONY!]

AND A LITTLE HELP COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL, IN A GUN PRESSED AGAINST HER ANATOMY.

AND WHEN THE GUN GOES OFF, MS. SWEET IS READY FOR SURGERY. [SURGERY!]

[GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I NEED YOU AT ALL...

ITS CLEAN, ITS CLEAR, ITS PURE- ITS WHAT? ITS RARE. IT TAKES YOU THERE. IT WHAT?IT TAKES YOU THERE. IT TAKES YOU THERE! A LITTLE JUMP, BEFORE THE CUT! WHY AGONIZE? ANESTHETIZE! I CANT FEEL NOTHIN AT ALL! CAUSE SURGERY, CAUSE SURGERY? CAUSE SURGERY... IS WHAT SHE NEEDS... IS WHAT I NEED? ITS WHAT I NEED. TO CHANGE INSIDE. TO CHANGE INSIDE? TO FEEL ALIVE!]

MAGS CONTRACTS GOT SOME MIGHTY FINE PRINT.

[SOME MIGHTY FINE PRINT...]

AND THAT MIGHTY FINE PRINT PUTS MAG IN A MIGHTY FINE PREDICAMENT...

IF MAG UP AND SPLITS, HER EYES ARE FORFEIT

AND IF GENECO AND ROTTI SO WILL IT,

THEN A REPO MAN WILL COME AND SHE'LL PAY FOR THAT SURGERY, SURGERY!

[SURGERY, SURGERY!]

[I CANT FEEL NOTHIN AT ALL...]

[whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled]

HEYOOO

Warnings!!

A/N: My favorites with a friend/s/o whatever I DONT FUCKING CARE

Mentions of knifes, violence,guns, loss of sanity, cussing, death

GENDER NEUTRAL

IF I LEAVE OUT WARNINGS ON ACCIDENT LET ME KNOW!!

Sorta like this

"Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife

Addicted to the knife?

Addicted to the knife!

And addicted to the knife she needs a little help with the agony

Agony!

Anfa little help comes in a little glass vial and a gun pressed against her anatomy."

Please say it's your brain and now your down there I'm not ready for that

Rantaro Amami

Genuinely interested at you at first, a little intimidated but mostly just interested in why you have that.. lack of sanity.

Scared when you start stabbing a knife between your fingers and saying it's the knife game!

For the sake of the story you either intentionally or unintentionally stab yourself in the hand like full on just STAB

If it was unintentional, he patches you up and scolds you on being careful, and also implying to stop playing that stupid knife game

If it was intentional, a little scared, he managed to stop you from full on stabbing through your hand into the table or whatever

Still patches you up but the scolding is a lecture, you are banned from the knifes.

Still curious about you, tried to learn more about you, ends up following you to your dorm before you let yourself in

You end up pulling out a random ass GUN???

Like reader calm your ass down

Ends up realizing your playing Russian Roulette, and stops you

After that, he realizes how far gone you were, and still managed to be your friend.??

Or s/o????

Pop off king

ANGST YOU DIE

Very confused with the Monokuma Announcement, But heads to your Ultimate Lab anyways.

Finds you on the floor next to a counter with a knife through your hand and a katana through your chest(pretend you just have a katana or sum)

Scared shitless, What the hell happened here, they can't be dead-!

Watches your killer's execution, this time without your snarky remarks

Mikan Tsumiki

Genuinely concerned about your well being, you tend to display little sanity and when you do your blunt and almost rude, essentially clinging to the last shreds of sanity

Tries to help you feel better, especially if you self-deprecate and generally act like Nagito(stinky baby)

When she finds out scaring the shir out of Hiyoko by fucking- animalistic JUST GRABBING, like bro stop ur killing her hand circulation

Anyways, you end up playing the knife game(slandering the table wtf man)

Homegirl panics, ends up lecturing you about that while she patches up Hiyoko's finger(girl almost got shanked)

Your instability knows no bounds

Its even worse when she finds you playing Russian roulette in your room.

"(Y-Your name-!) You can't just do stuff like this! You'll get h-hurt!"

A sarcastic remark is thrown her way, then you stubbornly apologize before you get lectured again.

ALRIGHT GET OUT IM TIRED

I'LL FINISH THIS LATER I PROMISE

ANYWAYS ILY ALLL

Ty so much for reading this your so sweet

Take breaks

Don't die pls

HAVE A GOOD DAY