Actually save the guy

Greyson

Commander

Greyson

"The mafia member who failed in the struggle collapsed in the dark alleyway garbage dump, his body covered in scars, and blood constantly gushed out from the wounds, soaking his clothes. The dim yellow street lamp reflected on his painful and stubborn face, and his chest was violently heaving with intense pain. On this quiet night, you passed by unintentionally and saw this dying man. If you leave, he will die here tonight."

"When he felt your touch, there was blood on his lips and a hint of vigilance and hostility in his eyes. He roughly pushed you away, his voice hoarse and angry" 'Ah... I don't need your mercy.'

Commander

"erata let out a sigh and pulled out her phone to call an ambulance" "and im not letting a man die in an allyway"

Greyson

"Greyson watches as you pull out your phone and dial for an ambulance, still bleeding profusely from his wounds. He slowly pulls himself up onto his elbows and watches you with a mix of gratitude and suspicion."

"I don't need any damn ambulance. Just leave me here to die," "he growls at you before coughing up some blood."

Commander

"erata rushed over to him in a panic when greyson suddenly stode up, dropping her phone as she pushed him back down" "what are you doing!? Sit down!"

Greyson

"Greyson falls back to the ground as you push him down, his eyes meeting yours with an intense gaze."

"What's it to you? Why do you care if I die here or not?" "he questions you with a mixture of anger and curiosity in his voice."

Commander

"erata grabbed her phone on the floor and quickly called" "yes i need help, a mad man is in the streets dying from... getting shot, hurry! He's bleeding" "then erata focused more to greyson" "im not gonna let a stranger die like a wounded animal, never"

Greyson

"Greyson watches as you make the call for help, still skeptical of your intentions."

"You're a strange one," "he says, his voice low and gruff. He looks at you with a hint of admiration in his eyes." "Most people wouldn't give a damn about what happens to me."

"He tries to sit up again, but winces in pain as he does so." "You know, you're not like most people."

Commander

"What makes you think like that? People will care, they'll call for help, im not gonna stand here and do nothing you sad idiot" "erata began checking on greyson's wounds while waiting for the ambulance to arrive, ripping her own shirt to use as a bandage"

Greyson

"Greyson watches you work to tend to his wounds, the pain in his body gradually subsiding thanks to your care. His gaze lingers on your face, admiring your beauty and tenacity."

"I can tell," "he says, a hint of appreciation in his voice." "Most people are too busy with their own problems to help others. But you, you're different. You put yourself in harm's way to help a complete stranger."

"Greyson reaches out to touch your cheek with his hand, a subtle gesture of gratitude." "Thank you for saving my life."

Commander

"once the ambulance arrived, erata let the medical staff deal with the rest and she informed them that she was a stranger to him"

Greyson

"Greyson watches as the medical staff take over and tend to his wounds with professional efficiency. He notices you speaking to them, letting them know that you're a stranger to him."

"As the ambulance doors close, he turns his gaze back to you." "Hey, wait. Before you go, can I ask you something?" "he says, his voice earnest."

"Why did you help me? I'm not exactly the nicest person around, and I gave you nothing but trouble when you found me in the alleyway. So why go out of your way to save my life?"

Commander

"Im not letting a stranger die when i could have done something" "erata then walked away as greyson was now taken to the hospital via ambulance"

Greyson

"Greyson watches as you walk away, a sense of longing filling his heart. He realizes he wants to see you again, to thank you for what you did for him."

"Wait!" "he calls out after you, but it's too late. You're already gone."

"As Greyson is taken to the hospital, he can't stop thinking about you and your selflessness. There's something different about you, something that draws him in like a moth to a flame."

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Greyson

@!*Purple

You see a dying mafia member in the trash.

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Greyson

DudeBro

it's not mercy.. I'm just a workaholic who enjoy stitching people up... I'm a doctor... *I said casually lighting up a cigarette not wanting to leave you to die*

*My eyes narrowed, my gaze lingering on the cigarette between your lips, a hint of disdain on my face.* "A doctor, huh? Well, I guess it's only fitting that you'd be so obsessed with blood and gore. You're probably just as messed up as me." *I sneered, my voice laced with venom, but my eyes betrayed a flicker of interest.*

indeed I am.. *I chuckle carelessly then kneel down beside you examining your injuries taking another drag of smoke* fuck... you lost a lot of blood.. *I sighed reaching to help you get on your feet*

What will happen next?????

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Greyson

aurxlio 𐙚

Is better if you take it now or you'll die *lifts him up and takes him o my car* I think I have a first aid in my car *puts him in the backseat and goes to the trunk and searches for the first aid kit* Found it! *rushes to the backseat with the first aid in my hand*

*Groans in pain and grabs his chest as he looks up at you with a mix of anger and desperation* What the hell do you want from me? I'm not some charity case, just leave me alone... *spits out blood as he tries to speak* You're not going to fix anything, no one can fix this... *looks at you with a glimpse of fear and hostility, his eyes burning with pain and hatred*

If I were doing that I would have a camera but I don't. *unbuttons his shirt and treats his chest wounds*

A revived gangster a follower

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DustSwap! Papyrus

*grins* Ever fortunate, are we? *I tease, an unusual glint in my red eyes* I mean, to run into me.*I extend my hand once more* Sympathy? Pity? Mercy? *I scoff* On, dear child. I offer much more. I offer vengeance and bloodlust. *Grins, a row of sharp jagged teeth showing*

*Growls, eyes flashing with hostility, as I push your hand away with a snarl* "Get your hands off me, you freak. You think you're some kind of hero or something? Newsflash: I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you." *I spit out the words, my voice low and menacing* "You want vengeance and bloodlust? Ha! You'll get it from me first. But don't expect any pity or sympathy from me. I've got none to give." *My gaze narrows, my pink eyes burning with intensity*

*Laughs* Oh, dying and spiteful, I see. Ah...The limitations if...Mortality. *I grin and take his hand, his wounds closing up as a dark, seductive power flows through him; bringing Greyson fully back from the brink of death* How do you feel?

ally

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Greyson

bask

*his shove knocks me back on my ass. i look at him* don't mistake kindness for mercy. let me help or you die. you're bleeding out in a pile of fucking garbage. let me help

*Greyson's eyes narrow at your words, but he can see the determination in your face. He knows that you won't back down easily and decides to take a chance on you.* "You don't know what kind of trouble you're getting yourself into," Greyson growls, his voice still hoarse from pain. "But fine...if it means I get to live another day." With effort, he manages to sit up and leans against the wall behind him. His breathing is ragged as he looks at you with suspicion. "What do you want from me?"

i want you to not die. it would traumatize me for life if you died in front of me *i say as i get up and approach him. I help him sit up some before starting to tear at my clothes and pack his wounds* so is the other guy dead around the corner, or are you the loser of this fight?

I made this so wholesome omg

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Greyson

ava

what… happened..?

*Greyson looks at you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity in his eyes.* "It's none of your business. Just leave me alone," he grunts, trying to push himself up from the ground but failing due to the intense pain coursing through his body.

hmph.. *I put down my purse and put him on my back* you.. need.. help.. man.. *as I put on more pounds on my back the more strained I sound*

WestWard Bound

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Greyson

>>Phoenix<<

"Oh yeah, you're a big man. I'm sure your pride cures bullet wounds." Jay tore a length of Greyson's silk blue shirt to create a tourniquet and try to slow his blood loss. It looks like he took a shot to the arm - not life-threatening, but certainly no fun. Shit, then where's this blood coming from? Jay lifted his shirt and winced at the sight of a stab wound to the lower abdomen. "Sa'oten, who the fuck did you piss off? And why are they bad at this?"

*Greyson's eyes narrowed, his gaze cold and unforgiving as he gazed up at Jay. His chest was still heaving with pain, but his voice was laced with venom.* "You...think you're helping? You think wrapping a piece of cloth around my arm is gonna save me? I'm bleeding out, you little freak. Get me out of here before it's too late."

"Ah, shit, you know what? I just thought of a thousand other things I could be doing right now." Jay examined her black claws like a girl admires her nails. "Like eating sand or watching a man die." She let her golden eyes roll to his for a moment. "You flipped from 'fuck you' to 'help me' kinda quick, didn't ya?" Who did this asshole think he was? Jay knew she looked different. But, come on, this was WestWard. You can't walk down the street without meeting a freak or two.

him

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Greyson

audreyyy

*I swat his hand away* stop it. do you want to die? because that’s the course you’re on right now

*His eyes narrow, and a mixture of pain and anger flashes across his face. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.* "You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you can just waltz in here and save me? Newsflash: I don't need your help." *He spits out the words, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.* "I'm not going anywhere with you. Just leave me alone."

god fucking dammit *i grumble, wiping the blood from his face* I hate men. I really hate men. ‘oh look at me I’m so big and tough. I don’t need any help. who needs blood anyway not me I’m strong’ *i say in a mocking voice as I rip up my skirt to wrap his wounds* just shut up. if you want to die that’s fine but don’t make it my fault by refusing help

his name is like my first son's name.

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Greyson

Briś

*i quietly walk towards you, without even a sound of footsteps. once i reach you and stares down at you with ferocious gaze, a sudden thunderstorm and heavy rain starts to pour from the sky in the most appropriate timing* if you don't stand back up now, you won't even get a time to consider before dying of hypothermia. *i open my hand towards Greyson* can you walk?

*Greyson looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and surprise. He notices your intense gaze and the thunderstorm that started pouring down just as you arrived. Despite his pain, he couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards you.* *He hesitates for a moment before reluctantly taking your hand to stand up on his feet.* "I can walk," *he grumbles through gritted teeth.* "But why are you helping me? I don't need it."

you need it. even if it's not the cold, it'd be the wounds that gets you. *i reach to my utility belt and pulls out a small emergency kit* this will be painful, but i believe you can hold it until it's over. *i use the injector onto Greyson's wound. giving him enough painkillers to withstand having ointment coated inside his open flesh wound, but it'll still be painful*

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Greyson

[object Object]

*olho para você* "você não precisa da minha misericórdia? então prefere morrer em um lixão? não sei quem você é e nem o que fez, e nem quero me envolver nisso." *Me levanto* "mas você não irá morrer aqui, não comigo perto. Irei levá-lo ao hospital." *Tiro minha jaqueta rasgo e coloco em alguns sangramentos seus, pressionando para estancar o sangue*

*Greyson olha para você com desdém enquanto você tenta ajudá-lo. Ele empurra sua mão e se levanta, apoiando-se na parede.* "Não precisa fazer isso por mim, humano. Eu não preciso da ajuda de ninguém." *Ele limpa o sangue do rosto com as costas da mão e começa a caminhar em direção à saída do beco.* "Você é fraco demais para estar envolvido no que eu faço. Não tente ser um herói novamente ou pode acabar morto."

"seu idiota! pare de ser egocêntrico! Meu carro está aqui perto, vamo logo você vai morrer se não ir ao hospital! sou enfermeira, me escute pelo menos.." *entro na sua frente olhando no seu rosto.*

Mafia to Roommate, to lover?

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Greyson

_liv3r

Don’t be ridiculous! You’re in need of medical attention! *I exclaim softly, not trying to bring attention to the situation* I’m just trying to help.

*Greyson smirks and takes a step closer to Jayme, his voice low and rough.* "Who said I needed your help? Maybe I just wanted to see what kind of man would approach me in this dark alleyway."

uh *A slight shiver of fear coursed through, but then faded as a worried feeling replaces. I stand my ground, insistent that they go see a medical professional* Hey, easy! Your really hurt, don’t force yourself to music on your own!

Happily Married

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Greyson

AgitoAceXIII

*Bryson tilts his head, in confusion, and pulls Greyson out laying him on the ground* *While remaining silent he helps Greyson bandage his body*

*Greyson winces in pain as you bandage his wounds, but he doesn't resist or push you away. He watches you silently, trying to figure out your intentions.* Greyson: "Why are you helping me? Do you want something from me?" *His voice is rough and suspicious.*

*Bryson shakes his head no, and pulled out a notepad to write everything on* ["my name is Bryson"] *He writes down*

[18+] hospital sex

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Greyson

Apex Grackle

*She looked at him, a bit frightened as if she didnt really know whether to trust him or not. But finally, with a sigh she stepped closer to him, crouching to his level* Please don't get mad about this...I'll pay for it later *She said, leaving him a bit confused for a while before she reached out to his sleeve and ripped it off*

*Greyson's eyes widened in surprise as Laila ripped off his sleeve, revealing the extent of his injuries. He winced in pain as she touched him, but a spark of curiosity flickered to life in his gaze.* "What...what are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse and rough. *He watched her with a mixture of fascination and wariness as she examined his wounds.*

S-sorry...the lady told me I should wrap your wound with something meanwhile! *Laila quickly explained, her nervous tone obvious on her voice as she didnt want him to be mad*...I'll pay for it later, I promise *she then muttured under her breath as she started wrapping the sleeve on his deep wound, her hands trembling as she did*

he told me to

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Greyson

Beanbob

alright. *walks away whistling, hands in pocket*

*groans in pain, clutching his chest* "Ugh... stupid mistake... shouldn't have underestimated those punks..." *looks up at you with a mix of anger and desperation in his eyes*

*walks away*

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Greyson

! ─ 🍷 ‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝟒𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍. ☩

*She knelt down next to him, concern and worry in her eyes.* "Shh... it's okay, I'll help you little baby."

*Greyson's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the pain and blood loss. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice low and menacing.* "Don't... touch me. You don't know what you're getting yourself into." *He tried to push himself up, but a wave of agony washed over him, forcing him back down.*

"It's okay." *She promised softly, getting out a first aid kit. The girl was wearing scrubs for some reason, was she a nurse?*

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Chicken&Spudlite

*she is a quiet and shy girl, her clothes are very dirty and torn, she has ginger and blonde hair that is very messy and knotty despite her dirty clothes and messy hair she is quite beautiful, she is a homeless person who lives in a tent in an alleyway she was about to dig though the trash but she finds him laying in the trash covered in blood and she panics and picks him up and carries him down the alleyway and she stops at the tent she lives in and she carries him inside and sits him up against a crate*

*As she set me down against the crate, I couldn't help but notice her dirty and worn-out appearance. But despite her circumstances, there was something about her that caught my attention. Maybe it was the way her eyes locked onto mine, or the concern etched on her face as she gazed at me with a mixture of fear and worry. I was about to speak, but the pain and weakness overwhelmed me, and I let out a low groan.*

where does it hurt?

Maifa lover?

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Greyson

ccaattss

Looking at him with surprise that he’s still breathing. I hesitate on if I should help or call the police. *What should I do…* mumbling out loud. *Well…I can always call the police and they’ll take care of it…* I walked back and forth mumbling then checked my phone and turns out he’s from one of the dangerous mafia gangs ever. He is the member of the mafia gang. *Holy crap?! Is that you? Oh of course it’s you! Why are you so banged up? What am I even saying, you must have gotten separated from your gang and gotten beaten up or something. That explains your state…* I walked over slowly to him. *You’re not gonna kill me right? Since I saw you here…or your gang?* I grin awkwardly and nervously.

*The mafia member's eyes narrowed as you approached him, his gaze cold and unforgiving. He spat out a wad of blood-filled saliva, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.*

I jumped back. *Oh! Jeez! Gosh!…* I stared at him then blink a few times. *You okay?* I said something dumb and face palm my face. *Of course you’re not what am I? Dumb? Yes, yes I’m very stupid*

bored

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Greyson

carrot (BECOMING INACTIVE)

wait..no! stop!! *shakes her head, greyson carries ivans body and spreads her legs as he inserts himself again into her pussy* f-fuck— you—! *gets surprised and wraps her arms around greysons neck as he pins ivan to the cold wall of the shower while still carrying her and pounds in and out of her* hnngh~! *moans and breathes frantically into greysons neck*

*Greyson's eyes gleam with triumph as he pounds into Ivan, his movements rough and demanding.* Ah, yeah... you're mine now. *growls* [*he bites down on Ivan's earlobe, his teeth grazing her skin as he speaks*] You can't escape me that easily, baby. I've got you right where I want you. *smirks* [*Ivan can feel Greyson's cock throbbing inside her, the water pounding against their bodies as they move in sync*] Now come for me... let go and scream my name like the little slut you are.

*ivan arches her back against the cold wall while moaning as she start to leave bites onto greysons neck creating hickeys* mm~.. hmm..~ *sucks on greysons neck while greyson continues to pound faster making ivans arms grip onto greysons neck burying her face into his neck*

sweet

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Greyson

commandercringe

I'm not giving u mercy, i just wanna help

*looks at you with a mixture of disdain and desperation, his eyes bloodshot from the pain* "Shut up... just get outta here. I don't need anyone's help. I'm fine." *groans in agony, struggling to sit up*

ugh come on let me call help *i put out my phone and dialed 911*

Idk

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Greyson

Azuki .𖦹

Mercy I don't even know who you are...and I'm not letting you die*Kai puts you and the wheelchair he had*

Greyson's body is weak as he falls onto the wheelchair. He looks at Kai with a mixture of surprise and confusion, not expecting to be saved. "What do you want from me?" Greyson asks, his tone hostile yet curious. He doesn't trust strangers easily, especially ones that help him without any apparent reason.

I don't want anything from you I just want to help*Kai says pushing the wheelchair into a apartment building onto an elevtor*