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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Dark Content, NonCon to Con-NonCon, Villain!Kirishima (Blood Riot), Villain!Bakugo (Ground Zero), Rough Sex, Audio Voyeurism, Forced Breeding, A Smidge of Suggested KiriBaku. If I’ve Missed Anything Please Let Me Know! Word Count: 4.1k.

Summary: Blood Riot has a bone to pick with your boyfriend, but neither of you could have guessed it would also help you both indulge in a dark fantasy.

-> This piece contains DARK CONTENT - please heed the warnings <-

A/N: Just a quick thank you to @/kingkatsuki (not tagging bc I don’t want to be a bother 😅) for giving this a little read over a few months ago. Her comments where an invaluable comfort and lead me to re-write this piece with (hopefully) a little more spice. It’s still not as ‘dark’ as I’d like, but I’m trying. Okay, guys 🤣

Having such an incredible person, not only as a fellow writer, but as a friend is honestly more than I could ask for. Jo is one of the most amazingly talented people i’ve ever met and one of the nicest, most encouraging people on this whole damn site to boot. She’s a credit to all of us, the community and the characters she writes for. We’re not worthy of her, truly. Thank you, Jo! 💕

Your keys are clutched in your fist before you even leave the building. The metal is cold against your skin as you readjust your grip, the slender stem of the mortice key sticking out from just below your curled palm. Excitement thrums in your veins.

'Do'ya need me to walk you home?' Your colleague, Mirio, smiles pressing a palm to the glass of the lobby door. He stands aside, letting you pass.

'Best not.' You arc your eyebrows, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, anxious to get going.

'It's just – It's dark and y'know...' He swallows, throat bobbing as he flashes a grin and steps closer lowering his voice to a whisper. '… That villain was seen a few blocks from here. You don't want to risk running into the likes of him on your own.'

You resist the urge to laugh, biting down on your lip hard to stop the chuckle that threatens to bubble up your throat. That, you don't tell him, is exactly what you want. 'I'll be fine.'

'Are you sure?' Pulling a hand from his pocket, Mirio reaches out tapping his fingers against your elbow. 'I'm pretty good company.'

Forcing a smile to your lips, you take a measured step away. 'I'm meeting my boyfriend. I think I'll be fine.'

Instantly, Mirio's face bursts into flames. 'Oh.' He looks at his shoes, then back up again – a faint dusting of rose still clear on his cheeks.

'Well, I should get going then. Make sure you get home safe, yeah?'

'See you next week.' Throwing up a small wave, you turn, not bothering to wait for him to return your pleasantry before you're almost bolding down the road.

It's a nice-enough night. There are a few clouds lingering in the sky, dragged along by a steady breeze that bites at the tips of your elbows and knees. Quiet consumes the street, broken only by the distant hum of a late-night taxi fare and the consistent tap-tap-tap of your heels as you hurry as fast as your half-freezing legs can carry you.

You're barely half-way home when something moves in the darkness behind you. The pool of light offered by the street-lamps are no match for the pitch that obscures anything more than a few feet from each island of safety. Even if you wanted to see anything lingering in the night, you're not sure you'd be able to.

Swallowing, you resist the urge to run as your senses kick into high-gear. With your heart jack-rabbiting in your chest, it's hard to hear the tell-tale crunching of boots on concrete, but you know they're there. Hauling in a breath, you clutch your keys tighter and then, take a very deliberate left turn down a thin, dingy alleyway. You're barley a dozen steps in when you hear the footsteps stop. A shadow looms over you, blocking out the fragile light of the moon. The hairs on your body prickle as goose-flesh coats your arms, but you don't turn around: not yet.

'What do we have here?'

The voice sends a shiver of pure ice down your spine. Your throat constricts, stomach dropping through the floor as a new, very real fear wraps around your lungs.

That isn't the voice of your boyfriend.

Within seconds the footsteps start up again. They creep forward, each step bringing with it the grind of rubber and the dull clank of metal. The shadow on the concrete stretches, swelling as it swallows more and more of the alleyway in front of you. 'Dangerous for a silly, little thing like you to be out this late. Didn't anyone tell you...'

You can feel his breath on your neck as he spits his words onto your skin. There's a low growl, something that reverberates in his throat and then he's leaning down and speaking right beside your ear. '… There's a villain on the loose.'

Spinning on a heel, you readjust your keys in your hand before driving the blunt edge of your key into his chest, but as soon as it collides with hardened skin it snaps.

There's a low chuckle from above you. 'Got some fight in you, huh?’

Your mouth runs dry.

Blood Riot is a sight to behold. Towering above you with ease, his chin tilted down, you can just make out the flash of a dark, split tongue as he flicks it out to lick at his teeth. A mane of deep red frames his face, falling down his back in rough waves that cut off just below his shoulders. His costume leaves little to the imagination, giving you full view of his broad chest and the thick layer of black hair that trails between bulging muscles before dipping below the waistband of his belt.

'Am I a disappointment?' He cocks his head. 'You where expecting someone else, weren't you?.. Ground Zero is a little tied up, I'm afraid.'

'He knows I'm here...' Taking another step backwards, you try and control the hammering in your chest. 'He'll -'

'Oh, sweetheart.' Sucking air over his teeth, Kirishima groans before crowding you in. He pins you to the wall effortlessly, a large hand around the base of your neck. There's no pressure, not yet, but that doesn't stop him from squeezing experimentally with thick fingers to hear you squeak. 'He isn't coming to save you...' He leans in, breathing on your cheeks. 'You see... Your little boyfriend has been getting in my way. I’ve tried to warm him, sweetheart, I have, but you know how stubborn he can be and now… Well, now I think it's time I taught him a lesson.'

'What did you...' The stone in your stomach sinks making swallowing difficult, but even before you've attempted to lift your leg to kick out at him, he's pressing his bulk against you.

Calloused fingers drag up the outside of your thigh, catching against the hem of your skirt and dragging the material upwards. 'Lucky for me, it looks like having a big, bad villain for a boyfriend is making you get a bit brave walking about in the dark.' A smile curls his lip showing pointed teeth that shine centimetres from your face. 'It's almost as if you're looking for trouble, huh?'

'Please.' Fear drips down your spine until it begins to pool in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the heat of him press in and radiate through your body. Hand reaching for your pocket, you struggle to pat at the side of your jacket trying and failing to place your phone.

'Nah-ah-ah.' Kirishima slips the device from your fingers before they even gain purchase. His hand tightens around it, hardened skin rippling as his fist cracks, but before he can crush the thing entirely, he relaxes again. 'Actually...'

Licking the top row of his teeth, something vicious flashes in his eyes as he drops the device to your hand and forces your thumb against it. Keeping one hand clenched around your throat, he scrolls through your phone lazily before grinning and lifting it to his ear. He bites his lip and rocks his eyes upwards as the dull ringing of a phone-call drifts through the speakers.

'Fuck... Fuck, baby – baby, are you -.' Bakugo sounds like he's been running. His breath hitches on each inhale, the exhales rough and shaky as he grunts and swallows down spit.

'N'aww, are we doing pet names now... Honey?' Kirishima's voice is sickly sweet when he giggles down the phone, tilting his head and narrowly avoiding twisting his hair around a finger.

Metal rattles, the sounds of struggling growing louder until a rage-filed snarl echoes over the line. 'Riot, what the fuck did you do?'

'Oh, so that's a no on the pet names?'

'I swear if you hurt a fucking hair on her head, I will -.'

'Baby...' Kirishima purrs. 'I'm not going to hurt her... 'm going to fucking ruin her.' Turning his attention back on you, he pushes in close making sure you can feel the large swell of his cock as it fills out his pants. It had taken weeks for him to think up an appropriate punishment for Bakugo's little trespasses, but now watching as fear swims in your eyes, he's very glad he landed on this.

Bakugo yells, thrashing violently, but any words are lost to his anger.

'You'll never make it in time, princess...' Leaning in, Kirishima breathes over your neck nosing at the turn of your jaw close enough that he knows your squeaking is seeping down the phone and into Bakugo's ears on the other end. He flicks the call to speaker. '… So, I think you should just sit tight and enjoy the show.' Slipping the phone into your shaking hand, he lifts your arm until the speaker is in line with the side of your mouth. He pecks the tip of your nose. ‘Now hold that steady for me so Princess can hear all your pretty little sounds, okay.’ A smile flickers across his face, but it quickly turns sour as hardened cracks fragment his features. ‘Drop it and you won’t like what happens.’

With your heart jack-rabbiting and fear keeping you still, you can’t do anything, but nod. A trail of Bakugo’s expletives seep from the phone, quickly followed by a ragged:

‘I’m coming, baby. Shit. Okay? I’m coming!’

Kirishima’s cock twitches in his pants, leaking a thick stream of pre-cum into his boxers as the combined desperation of you and Bakugo leaks into the air. You sounds so helpless, so weak and easy, ripe for the taking. A chuckle bubbles up his throat as he sinks to his knees with a sickening crunch and all but tears your skirt from your hips. The material hangs limply at either side of your thighs, exposing the thin lace of your underwear. His cock jumps again. 'Now...' Leaning in, he breaths in your cunt relishing in the sweetness as it hits his nose. 'Be a good girl and let me have a taste, yeah?'

You're wet. You can feel it, the steady thrum of your heartbeat as it migrates south and causes you to drip helplessly into your underwear. It sickens you, makes you want to scream, but for some reason... You don't. Instead, it’s a moan that leaps from your lips and meets a cursed ‘Fuck’ from Bakugo’s end.

'No.' Your hand shoots down to his head, nails dragging viciously across his scalp as you fist red locks and attempt to force him back. It takes all of your strength to push him back a few centimetres and even then, your arms shake with the effort. You wriggle, trying to use the solidness of the wall behind you for added leverage, but even that doesn't shift him. 'No. Stop... Please. Stop.'

He growls, ignoring the burning on his head to surge forward again. He mouths at you over the lace of your underwear, using his tongue to taste what little of your slick leaks through.

You squeeze your thighs together and pull at him again, trying in vain to keep your cunt from his face. There's a bottomless well of fear in your stomach, but with each lick of his tongue down your slit, it fills with lust as your body betrays you.

'It's kind of cute.' Chuffing, he plants a soft kiss on your thigh and follows it with a harsh nip. 'You thinking you've got any choice here.' His hands slide up your legs, thumbs twisting against your pelvis to pin you down before he forces your thighs aside and slings them lazily over his shoulders.

A yelp leaves your throat as you're hauled further up the wall and held there. With your thighs held apart by his head, his hands creep further up your body. One stays put at your pelvis, stopping your attempts to buck yourself off your new found podium, while the other stretches up to grip the collar of your shirt. He rips the material with little qualm, his palm instantly ducking under your bra to grope at your chest.

'That's better.' Diving into your cunt, he uses his teeth to tear through your underwear before flicking his tongue against your clit. He's ravenous. The dull beating of your fist on the back of his neck are mere annoyances, the broken bleating of your chorus of 'No, please, stop' nothing, but an encouragement that makes his cock bob.

Your cunt clenches, desperate as his tongue slips between your folds and you cry out, unable to silence it behind your lips. 'Stop – Fuck – Please... I – Don't... I'll do anything, just – stop, please. You don't have to.. I'll tell Katsuki to stop... Please.' You're a broken record, but the words spill over your lips as you force your body to struggle on, wiggling only to be pinned down harder in retaliation. Panicked, the phone slips from your hand and clatters to the floor as you try with the strength of both arms to shove him away. It doesn’t work.

He pops off your clit and licks his lips. There’s a darkness consuming the red of his eyes when he glares up at you between your legs. ‘I told you not to drop that…’

‘I -.’ There’s a storm in your chest, one that has you almost delirious with fear. ‘I’m sorry. I -.’

Clenching his jaw, Kirishima licks a thick stripe up your slit and revels in the way your eyes almost roll back in your head. ‘I’ll forgive it, this time, but now I’m going to have to fuck you even harder so your little boyfriend can still hear me using his toy. Okay?’

Your nose flares, cunt clenching and dropping onto his knees below. The words this time run on a frantic loop in the back of your head.

The pressure of your thighs squeezing his head is making him dizzy, but that's nothing compared to the violent wave of lust that threatens to consume him when he looks up and sees the tears wetting your cheeks. He's sure you haven't even noticed, too overcome with the way his tongue had been carving out a space inside, but that just gives him an idea. Leaning over to towards the discarded phone, he shouts. 'Your girl tastes good, baby...'I do have a question though, you ever fuck her so hard she cries? Or, is my tongue just that good.'

'Riot... I fuck -.' An small explosion interrupts his words, quickly followed by another. The footsteps stop. On the line, Bakugo's voice is quieter, hoarse as he pants and fumbles with something… ‘Shit. I -.’ Skin slips against skin. Bakugo’s breath hitches. ‘I’ll be there, baby. I’m coming - okay… I -.’

There's a smirk overtaking his feature's at once. 'I'm impressed you managed to escape. Shall we see if I can make her cum on my cock before you get here?' Releasing your hip he's quick to unzip his pants and pull himself free. The cold air hits his cock, making him hiss, but he doesn't waste any more time before he's standing and taking you with him.

You're bent in half as he stands. Your legs slip off his shoulders, only to get trapped between your chest and his and you have to bite your lip as your muscles complain at the stretch. A wave of excitement rocks through you as he man-handles you, bends and positions you any way he pleases without so much as a request. It makes your stomach writhe into knots and your thighs shake with anticipation of his next move.

'Sounds like your boyfriends a little caught up, sweetheart.’ There’s a knowing flash in his eyes. ‘Shame he's not gonna get here in time.' Leaning in close, he gropes at your ass, squeezing plush flesh in his hand before wrapping a hand around his cock. He gives himself a cursory tug, smooths his shaft with the thick pre-cum coating the tip and lines himself up. 'Gonna make such a pretty little cock sleeve for me, baby. Aren't you?' He breathes it against your ear wrapped in a moan before forcing the tip past your entrance.

You scream. 'No – fuck, big, too, too big. It's...' Words jam in your throat as new tears spring to your eyes. 'It hurts... Fuck, please – it hurts.' His cock bullies its way inside of you, stretching your cunt to fit. It burns, stings as the head presses to your cervix and then, all you feel is pure, blinding pleasure. A moan bubbles over your lips, transforming into another dull scream.

He shushes you gently, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Rolling his hips once, he forces you to feel him, forces you to hiccup and swallow down the shake in your body as he carves out a new space inside of you. 'You can take it, baby, c'mon... Open up for me, that’s a good girl.'

From the phone, a garbled cry drifts into the air. The noise makes Kirishima smile, even if you’re too entrenched in the feel of him to notice.

Deep red lines blemish his skin as you scratch and tear at his shoulders. You're helpless, but that doesn't stop you trying. This, like all of your other theatrics, does little to phase him, even when your nails break the skin and you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you when you get desperate and claw at his neck.

'Look at you...' You're squeezing him already, your thrashes weakening by the second as moans and yelps pool in your throat. The tears have made your eyes glassy and dug out divots in your foundation, causing your cheeks to grow streaky with skin and smeared mascara, but he can't help thinking that you look beautiful like this. 'Already cock-drunk... What happened to that fight, huh? Just took a decent cock and you're panting like a bitch.' His tongue creeps from behind his lips, licking up the stream of wet that trails down your cheek. 'You hear that, Princess? Hear how pretty she's singing for me?'

From his pocket more explosions sound, dull expletives slipping into the air. It sounds like Bakugo is finally running again.

Nothing breaks through the fog and hiccups blocking your throat. He's right. You're cock-drunk. Totally at his mercy as your cunt clings to him, drooling as it takes everything he has to give. Thoughts of Bakugo cloud your mind. He's out there, now... Racing across the city to save you and yet… Part of you isn't sure you want to be saved.

Pleasure bubbles violently inside of you as you're given more than you've ever had to take, but with each rough thrust, each burning moan earned from your chest you're unable to deny how fucking good he feels. You moan, freely, for the first time letting your head rock back as his cunt presses to the spongy parts of your cunt and makes you feel like you might burst.

'Fuck.' He hisses when you clench around him, but doesn't stop. He can't. It's too good. Mind racing, he fucks up into you with increasingly rough thrusts, not caring about how deeply he's plunging inside of you: you're here to be used after all. A growl bubbles in his chest as he feels the tell tale tug of his balls pulling taught. 'You're gonna look so good dripping with me.'

His words feel like ice water down your back. 'No.' Your breath catches in your throat and you hope it sounds more like fear that the violent excitement that clenches in your stomach. 'No, please. Not inside – don't. I don't -.'

Knocking his forehead against yours, he barres his teeth, ignoring your pleas. 'Gonna give you and Zero a little Riot, huh? No way I'm pulling out of this, baby. No fucking way.'

Your orgasm takes you out of nowhere. It crashes against you in waves, causing your head to bang back against the wall as you cunt milks him, almost begging for his release. The force of it makes your head swim as he fucks your through it, prolonging your high for what feels like infinity. You're shaking, you're sure of it, your nails biting into the skin of his shoulders as you quake and shiver, eyes rolling back and straining the muscle behind.

'Look at you, look – ah, shit.' His hips stutter for a moment, stilling as his cock spurts into life coating your insides with thick, creamy white. He's not sure if it was the fucked-out look in your eyes as you came harder than he's ever seen or if it's the power that courses through him having you pinned and vulnerable like this, but he has to harden his knees to keep him upright. With a final thrust, he stills completely struggling to catch his breath.

It's weak, a noise sounding more like a whimper than words that echoes in the back of your throat. You're not sure what you're asking for. If your asking for him to finally let you go or pick you up again and fuck his cum back into you against the wall.

'Good girl.' Reaching up, he grips you by the chin, squashing your cheeks together before pressing a kiss to your mouth. His tongue slips in soon after, pinning yours down in some show of awkward dominance. Pulling back, he lowers you gently back to the floor and removes his cape. There's a vicious smile on his lips when he wraps it around you, shielding your modesty.

You don't shy away. There's one million emotions seeping through your body, but not one of them is bad. You ache, pleasantly, and the warmth of Kirishima's hands is too alluring to ignore when he smooths them down your sides.

'You enjoyed that, didn't you, Sweetheart?'

Swallowing, you try not to think of how scared you'd been when he'd first cornered you... Of how the fear had melted away as his cock stretched you out; of how knowing Bakugo was listening had made you whine louder, needier - wanting him to hear just how good this other man was fucking you.

'Admit it.'

'I -.' Saying it makes it real, but the words slip off of your tongue anyway. 'I enjoyed it.'

A sigh breeches Kirishima's lips as he leans down and places a final soft kiss to your lips. 'Bakugo's got himself a dirty bitch, huh? Fuck.' He kisses you again, indulging this time. 'The things I'd do to a girl like you, the things I'd let you do to me...'

'Kirishima!' Bakugo skids to a stop at the mouth of the ally. An explosion lights the night behind him as he throws himself forward, not stopping for a second as he collides solidly with Kirishima's chest and sends the man flying to the floor. He lands on top of him, thighs bracketing his waist as he reels back an arm.

'So we're not doing pet names, but we are doing names...' Kirishima is still smiling, even as Bakugo's fist collides with his face. His neck cracks sideways, but he catches the second punch before it can do any actual damage.

'I'm going to fucking murder you, you piece of -.' There's flame almost engulfing his fist, but each spark dies as it hits the hard of Kirishima's hand. Clenching his jaw, he shifts himself forward attempting to force the other man to release him.

With raised eyebrows, Kirishima chuckles as he feels something hard poke at the underside of his pec. Glancing down, it's impossible not to notice the darkening patch on the crotch of Bakugo's pants, of how his cock strains the material and twitches. 'Looks like you enjoyed yourself too...'

'You -.' Bakugo's cheeks are burning, his jaw clenched tight as he battles the emotions flaring in his chest. How the fuck was he supposed to rationalise the cum staining his boxers, the fact that your moans had made him hard, that he'd had to stop to fuck his fist when your whines had grown heavy with pleasure...

Reaching down, Kirishima strokes the still-hard length of Bakugo's cock and collects the little dampness he can before popping his fingers into his mouth and groaning. 'I think... The Princess enjoyed himself too. Huh? Maybe we should go again and make you watch…’

You sink to your knees beside Kirishima and reach out to run a finger down Bakugo's cock making his hiss. This time, when the word drops from your lips, it isn't encased in fear and panic – it's lined with excitement and promise. You blink up at Bakugo: 'Please.'

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#saturnscribbles #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader smut #tw: noncon #tw: connoncon #tw: blood riot #blood riot x reader smut #tw: dark content

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allelitewrestlings · 1 month

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I stand atop of a mountain tonight that nobody has ever stood atop before.

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wilchur · 3 months

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"I'm a dirty rabid dog, and I bite."

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#if this too gets flagged im gonna riot #the dark urge #enver gortash #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #durgetash #blood #blood cw #blood tw #my art #bg3:ezra

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gilliverse · 10 months

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GILLIVERSE 1 YEAR CELEBRATION Riot (@andfangs) — Favourite Visual Parallels: Better Call Saul

#ours #gifs #by riot #better call saul #1year #multi #bcsedit #tvedit #blood tw #death tw #guns tw

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tianzhens · 1 year

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the blood of youth | tang lian’s final battle

#the blood of youth #shao nian ge xing #tang lian #li xinze #chinese drama #cdrama #flashing tw #rubygifs #大师兄 😭😭😭 if he doesn't resurrect i'm gonna riot

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rose-riot-johnson · 9 days

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So Rose! As per usual I'm gonna request Hitoshi.

But I want to hear about a freshly turned vampire Hitoshi having hidden his turning into a being of the darkness. Then finds himself nearly fainting and due to lack of blood. They figure out and offer themselves to him as his source of feeding. So he vows to stay loyal and only feed on them (as they're established partners already) :)

Hi @hitoshisbf 😃This request of yours definitely sounds fun to write about😁👍Also this is my first time I recall writing any character, as a vampire, so I will see what I can do with writing this requested Hitoshi Shinsou fanfic🧛😃👍And as usual (if not always) pertaining the fanfics you requested I will be writing the reader as they/them reader😁👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

💜🧛(Adult) Shinsou The Newly Vampire🧛💜 (Hitoshi Shinsou x They/Them reader)

Genres: Mild Angst (Warning⚠️: Blood and Mentions Of Blood)

Your pro hero boyfriend, Hitoshi Shinsou, used to fight crime especially during the day, however after he came home from defeating a villain, things have changed. While it's good he has been sleeping better than usual, however he's been trying sleep in complete darkness during the day, then he has been fighting crime during nighttime. It's mainly fire and sunlight that he doesn't want around him for some reason. You just knew he was hiding something (if not multiple things) from you.

Then one night you gave noticed Hitoshi Shinsou has been nearly fainting, and when you got up close to his face you noticed fangs, as you asked him, "Are you a vampire? If yes, then why didn't you tell me?", as you had your suspicions about Shinsou becoming a freshly turned vampire, being the reason why he has become unlike his usual self. Shinsou then answered, "Yes, I'm a vampire now, (They/Them Reader Name)... You must understand... It has only been recent that this happened... I was fighting a vampire villain and he must have bitten me before I defeated him... After I defeated him, that's when sunlight has been bothering me... The reason why I haven't told you is, because I don't know if you would see me as nothing more than a monster and treat me differently... I'm afraid you wouldn't have love me anymore, if you were to find out I became a vampire, no matter the reason...".

While you weren't shocked about him being a vampire, you were really shocked about his reason why he kept the fact he became a new vampire, as long as he did. You then replied, "So this is why you kept this from me, Shinsou... I wish you would have told me! I don't care, if you're a human or a vampire... I would have still love you the same! If you would have told me sooner, you wouldn't have been nearly fainting like this! Here... Take my blood... You're lacking blood, which is why you're fainting! I gave read plenty of books especially manga and comic books about why newly vampires faint and that they need blood to survive... It's essential that you take some of my blood, atleast once in a while, for you to stay alive, Hitoshi!". Shinsou had to think about this for a minute before replying back, "If it's the only way to stay alive, fine then... However my vow to is that I will stay loyal to you and I will only feed off you... I refuse to feed off anyone else... Only you, (They/Them Reader Name)...".

You understood what he meant and agreed on his vow, as you then have him bite you, inorder for him to be able to feed off you. After the moment of his first time feeding off you, not only he feels like he's no longer fainting, he also decided he's going to take care of you, since you did willingly decide to be his source of feeding. Eversince then, the both of you have been taking care of eachother and never looking back.

🧛💜The🩸End💜🧛

Okay my Tumblr Peeps I hope you enjoyed the first fanfic I involved any character being a vampire, even if it's a freshly turned vampire🧛😁👍As for you Aevyn I hope I did well with writing this Vampire Shinsou fanfic😃👍As for genres I think mild angst is all of could think of using as genres considering How I have written the fanfic and stuff that is requested with the fanfic😅🧛😃👍

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befuddled-calico-whump · 11 months

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Wesgoesbrr: The Game

previous //// next

(image and poll under the cut for gore)

You decide to start with a classic: exposing the ribcage. You don a fresh pair of gloves and select the scalpel you'll use; once you hit record, you'll be broadcasting across all the comm channels the Riot Kings are suspected of using. A live feed can be a little dangerous, but you work fast. You'll be finished and gone long before a rescue mission is launched.

Once you're prepped, you start the feed and stroll over to your prisoner. He's not cursing you anymore, instead seeming to have focused his entire being on not breaking down right then and there. A tiny whimper escapes him as you place your blade parallel with his sternum and begin to apply pressure.

Any resolve your prisoner had to play stoic and silent for the camera is out the window the moment you make the first cut; strangled screams turning into open-mouthed howls as your scalpel slices through flesh again and again, until you can finally peel back skin and muscle and stare at bone.

You dispose of your now-bloodied gloves and grab the camera, making sure it gets a long look at the bloodied ribs and the panicked, pain-stricken face of their owner.

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#random high schooler friend group who happen to use the same channel as the riot kings: 👁️👁️#this is why the fleet has under the table contractors sknfjj #gore is kinda cartoony but oh well #whump art #wesgoesbrr: the game #riotkings #interactive story #poll #whump game #whump comic #tw blood #tw gore #vivisection whump #tw vivisection #recorded torture #whumpy art

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Attack!!

#hello from the hallowoods #hfth #riot maidstone #olivier song #natures #hfth spoilers #tw blood #tw injury #i like these two a lot #also i hope these poses look cool #i did my best >X3 #hope you enjoyed #ye!

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 7 months

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I will cry and scream if they kill Blood Moon 2.0. Leave my damn babies alone already! I already lost Eclipse, OG Blood Twins, and KC, let me have one good thing!

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf new blood moon #fnaf zodiac #fnaf horoscope #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #tw death mention #i also stg if they kill my good boy solar #i will riot #sun and moon show spoilers #sams spoilers

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backstabber128 · 2 months

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Part two of crushing my heart with season 2 headcanons y'all 😭

I really hope there's something like this where these sisters can process all the nightmarish trauma they've been through together. And of course forgive each other for their mistakes and flaws. (Most likely after their inevitable fight rip)

I couldn't decide if I wanted to write this or draw it so I did both 🙏 Of course it's inspired by the Stillwater scene in AXL99's "Dear Friend" animation, so feel free to check it out for context.

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Won't Hold It Against You (SEAL/LAPD Buck Part 3, probably final)

Content Warning: violence, protests, riots, minor injuries, injuries of others, blood, gun violence, explosions, bombing, accidentally outed.

Asked on my writing page to do a story and it led to finishing this sequel I started a while back. But I haven't been on my comp so this is unedited unbeta read. - Scarlet 📕

Athena has the day off and Buck is stuck manning the cruiser alone. He's been back in action for a few weeks and Athena had told him not to do anything stupid when she wasn't there to save his ass. And he had promised to try but no guarantees. Unfortunately, the city has other plans. An unofficial protest has turned into an unofficial riot. And a call for all units couldn't be ignored.

Buck isn't unfamiliar with chaotic surroundings. He did several tours of duty even before the SEALs. But he hasn't had to deal with a situation like this in a long time, if at all.

Shit goes sideways when a few protestors throw bottles at the riot team. At first no one in the line reacts, and Buck isn't sure who started it or who broke first but mace is involved and it's like being at war again. He tries to not make it worse and to do his job of protecting people. And it's almost too easy to get back into managing the chaotic scene for him and he has to be cognizant that he is not at war. These are civilians. He can't forget that. Only when it's over and one of his fellow officers looks at him with absolute shock does he realize the toll the event had on his body.

"What?" Buck asks, because the adrenaline still in his system has him failing to notice anything wrong.

"You're bleeding," he tells him.

"I am?" He checks his reflection in the mirror of a nearby cruiser and not only does he have a split lip but a nasty cut on his temple. "I am. Sarge is going to be pissed." He goes to find a medic. And he gets patched up. The mess and paperwork keeps him busy long into the night. He is just leaving the station when his phone rings. He checks the ID and shakes his head.

"Hey Sarge," he answers.

"What's this I hear about you getting injured again?"

"Just a few scratches to clean up and butterfly strips."

"Tell that to your boy," she says.

"My what?" Buck asks.

"Nevermind," she says. "But good job today."

"Thanks, Sarge."

He had been at his apartment less than 20 minutes when there was a knock on his door. He wasn't that surprised when he checked the peephole.

He opens the door.

"What the hell happened?"

"Thena call you?"

"Something like that," Eddie says.

"Right," Buck steps back and lets his friend in.

"You didn't answer my question," Eddie says as he follows his friend into the apartment. Buck gestures to the TV as he unceremoniously drops down on the sofa.

"Protest turned into a shit show."

"I can see that," Eddie says as he looks back from the TV toward Buck.

"Felt like the old days," Buck states.

"I hear you," Eddie nods, "absolutely FUBAR." And he means it, because he gets it. He's felt it but Eddie isn't the one facing projectiles and riots any more. "You at least get those looked at, didn't just manage on your own, right?" He gestures to Buck's face.

Buck huffs a laugh.

"Honestly didn't even feel 'em," Buck says. "But yeah, medic cleaned 'em up, said nothing seemed broken."

Eddie seemed skeptical.

Buck chuckled. "See for yourself, Medic."

He was mostly joking but Eddie didn't seem in a joking mood, so Buck didn't say anything when Eddie moved to check him over. And that had something inside Buck shifting. It was nice to have someone that actually cared outside of the job. It was something he hadn't had for a long time. He tries not to lean in every time Eddie's fingers touch his face. The way Eddie carefully turns his face into the light. The way the former medic gently presses to check for breaks. Buck barely winces because he is focused on the other feelings. Wow, Buck hadn't realized how ridiculously touch starved he was. And if Eddie picks up on that, he's good at hiding it. Because Eddie is in medic mode and very focused on that.

"A bit sloppy but they weren't wrong," Eddie finally states. "Got a first aid kit?"

"Bathroom cupboard," He tells the medic. "I was far from their first patient of the night, riots tend to keep 'em busy," Buck shrugs. "You're lucky you guys weren't called in."

"Probably," Eddie says when he returns with the kit. He looks through it. "Better stocked than I expected."

"I learned my fair share," Buck insists as Eddie gloves up.

"Before or after you got stabbed?" Eddie asks as he starts to remove the shotty crooked butterfly strips.

"Depends which time you're talking about?"

"Why am I not surprised you've been stabbed more that once," Eddie shakes his head but keeps his eyes in what he's doing.

"Ha, you've got a silver star from getting shot down and on your first day with LAFD an ambulance blew up. Don't act like I'm the only trouble chaser here."

"Fair point," Eddie grins. "But everyone lived."

"That's the goal," Buck says. It's quiet as Eddie finishes cleaning Buck up.

"There," Eddie says as he sets the kit aside and takes off the gloves. "Hopefully, it won't scar."

"I don't know a gnarly scar might make perps think twice about trying to pull one over on me."

"If your biceps don't already, then nothing will," Eddie says.

"You think so?" Buck flexes. He is focused on his own arm and misses the way Eddie stares at the way Buck's T-shirt stretches over the muscles.

And Eddie has to remind himself he was asked a question.

Eddie laughs. Not sure if it is at himself for getting himself into this situation, or at Buck genuinely seeming to not know the vibe he gives off. He's ex-special forces and built like a Greek god. "You don't need scars to seem intimidating, you're what? 6'2" and built like a tank, so yeah, no worries on that front."

"You think I'm intimidating?" Buck asks. And it gives Eddie pause. What was that tone? Buck couldn't be that unsure of himself, right? He's a cocky sailor that always seems to get into it.

"I mean," and Eddie stops again because what does he mean? He thinks Buck's a gorgeous blue-eyed sculpted piece of perfection. But he isn't about to admit that out loud. They're friends. Good friends, but just friends. "You can be when you want to be, especially in uniform, but that's part of the job. So you can handle what needs to be done, like today. Even as a rookie you still have more experience with a crowd of potential hostiles like that then most of the force."

"Not sure about that, that's your guy's territory. Navy was-"

"But you knew what to do. You still get in the thick of it. You've seen how it goes. A war zone is a war zone. And SEALs are boots on the ground forces. They worked special ops, counter-terrorism, recon, DA and UW. That's Rangers level stuff and you know it. You really going to tell me you didn't-"

"Okay, okay," Buck stops him. "You're right."

"I don't want to be right," Eddie admits as he sits on the other end of the sofa. "Because I know how crappy it feels to be out of it but feel like you never left. It's easy but at the same time, it's not. It's different, but still somehow the same. New city, old games."

Buck sighs. It was nice to have someone around that did actually get it.

"At least it isn't every day," Buck admits.

"True," Eddie agrees.

Eddie isn't sure how it happened. All he knows is that his parents had just gone back to El Paso after being up for Chris's birthday. And now Chris was at a sleepover. And his frayed last nerve was damn near shot. He felt like he was losing it. And that must have shown through in his texts because before he knows it Buck is at that door. And as on edge as Eddie might be, the concerned look in his blue eyes has the firefighter’s heart racing.

“Figured it was too quiet with the kid gone,” Buck states. And Eddie lets out a breathless laugh. Because he is right. Almost always is. The stupid special forces jerk was too observant. It made it harder for Eddie to keep his feelings locked down. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. But he just keeps thinking about the easy way Buck has charmed Eddie's parents. They took a shine to the former SEAL almost as much as Christopher had. Hence he had been enlisted to not only attend but help plan the party. And damn it. That had made Eddie feel things. Like really feel.

A few beers later and Eddie brain was not as controlled as he'd have liked. The ideas floating around in there were dangerous. Hot, but dangerous.

Somehow Eddie had ended up talking about Shannon and their messed up relationship when Eddie learned something that he had not known. Buck was bi. Buck had brought a short fling with a civilian between tours and Eddie's pretty sure his brain rebooted because he took embarrassingly long to process that fact. The worried look Buck shot him confirmed it. Eddie was an idiot. The last thing he wanted was Buck thinking he was some homophobic jerk. Eddie was literally the opposite. He hadn't had a serious relationship other than Shannon, but he'd had a few flings and one night stands, and not all had been women. And damn, knowing Buck was into guys. Yeah, that was now in Eddie's head and gave him real risky thoughts.

And Eddie would blame it on the booze of anyone asks but it was more the tensed shoulders and sad look on Buck’s face that had Eddie reaching forward as he shifted closer. He grips Buck by the neck and hauls him into a kiss. And Eddie worried for a half second he screwed up because Buck had gone rigid. But then Buck is damn near in his lap and giving as good as he got. They end up making out like teenagers.

They decide to keep their new relationship a secret for a while. Buck is still a rookie and doesn't need the attention or ire from the more conservative members of the force. And Eddie is okay with that. They both served during ‘Dont ask, don't tell’ and that can really mess with your self perception. Eddie was lucky, the 118 was more like a family than a team. And yeah, Buck had Athena’s support in damn near anything he does, but that was one person on the force and Buck was younger than Eddie. And relatively fresh out of the service. So he would take it at whatever pace Buck was comfortable with. The only person they tell is Christopher and he understands it's a secret for now. He doesn't get why it has to be, but he is happy for his dad so he doesn't want to ruin it. And Christopher was thrilled to have Buck around. And Eddie couldn't believe his luck at how much Buck seemed to love Christopher. Eddie nearly cried the first time he walked in after grabbing drinks for everyone and came back to find Chris snuggled into Buck’s side and the officer was smiling down at the boy like he was his whole damn world. And dammit, Eddie knew there was no coming back from this at that moment. Buck was in his heart and Christopher’s too.

Eddie's heart was in his throat when they had gotten a call for assistance from the LAPD. They had gotten notified shots were fired and at least one officer down. The team was oddly quiet as they approached. Eddie’s stomach turns as they get closer and he hasn't got a reply to the texts he had sent Buck. Bobby was just as tense. Especially after the recent riot.

“The scene is still active,” Bobby states. “So be extra cautious.”

They get out of the truck quickly but they don't go far. They stick back behind the barricade of cruisers.

“Good, you're here,” a familiar voice says, and Bobby visibly relaxes just a bit. But Athena's tone had dread pooling in Eddie's stomach. If Athena was here that meant Buck was. When her eyes meet the former medic’s eyes she can see the question he hasn't even asked.

“He's fine,” she tells him, “for now.” The exasperated fondness is oddly sweet in her voice. And Eddie feels the knot in his stomach ease slightly.

“Then why-” Chim starts to ask but she just looks back at Eddie.

“Because your boy is going to do something really stupid at this rate.”

And Eddie doesn't deny or argue. He nods. “Where is he?”

But before he can do anything, shots ring out and Eddie reacts on instinct. He shields Hen and Chimney as they rush behind the truck for cover. A familiar voice comes over Athena's radio and it's like a vice is gripping Eddie Diaz’s heart. He goes to get a look around the truck at the scene.

“Fall back! Find cover!” Buck’s voice calls over the device. He calls a code that has everyone on alert. “Suspect-”

There is an explosion that has everyone's ears ringing and Eddie shakes his head. And then the ringing is mixed with shouting. A call for back up and assistance goes out on both PD and FD radios. Athena is calling out for her officers to check in. But Eddie knows that time is not on their side. Bobby must too because he starts giving orders. And as much as Eddie wants to go find Buck, he has a job to do and needs to prioritize. Buck would be furious if Eddie didn't put his job and the injured first. So Eddie focuses on his job. Focuses on triage. It feels like hours before Eddie can actually look for Buck. And when Eddie sees his overly heroic boyfriend knelt beside a civilian bystander that was with a paramedic.

And Eddie can't stop himself. “Buck!” he shouts. And Buck head snaps to look at him as he stands up. And Eddie has such an intense mix of emotions he feels dizzy. He picks up the pace as Buck stands up and starts towards him. And Eddie doesn't miss the slight limp in the officer’s step, but Buck is up and walking. The army medic had already helped triage and stabilize a few officers that weren't so lucky.

Before Buck can say anything Eddie hugs him.

“I'm okay, Eds,” Buck tells him but he knows Eddie probably has his doubts. Eddie has already had to patch him up too many times. Eddie is always worried. He knew Buck was good at his job. He knew Buck was well trained, even by LAPD standards. He knew Buck knew more first aid than most of the officers out there. But he also knew Buck will always put other people first. Civilians and his team will always be his priorities. And at times like this, that terrifies Eddie. But he wouldn't change that if he could. Would his blood pressure be better off? Absolutely. But it's part of what makes Buck, Buck. And as nerve racking as it is, he wouldn't change Buck for anything. He was mad about that valiant blonde officer.

“How close were you to it?” Eddie pulls back enough to get a good look at Buck. Buck looks exhausted, he's covered in dirt, sweat and blood.

“It's not mine,” Buck is quick to say at the wide eyed look on Eddie's face. “Mostly not mine. A few scratches maybe, but nothing major.”

Eddie nods but keeps looking over every inch of Buck he can see.

“I had cover. I was lucky. I saw the detonator and had just enough time to call for everyone to fall back.”

“And your leg?” Eddie asks.

“Twisted it in the chaos after,” Buck tells him. “Trying to help clear bystanders. You can take a look at home.” And that little slip makes Eddie grin.

“You might actually be the death of me,” Eddie mutters and Buck laughs.

“Says the guy that runs into burning buildings regularly,” Buck counters.

“At least I do it with my SCBA and turnout gear on,” Eddie states.

“That's fair,” Buck says with a grin. “But got to meet a hot firefighter.” And Eddie wants to kiss that stupidly perfect face.

“You are ridiculous,” Eddie shakes his head.

“You love me,” Buck says.

And Eddie is absolutely caught up in the moment. He is happy. He feels ridiculously in love. So, he smiles and nods. “I do, yeah, I really do.”

And that catches Buck off guard. “Wait, really?”

And Eddie just shrugs because what else can he do? He's not going to backpedal. Life is too damn short and they both have dangerous jobs.

“Eddie…” Buck starts but before Eddie says anything, Buck kisses him. And the wolf whistle and cheers that earns them has them both pulling away. Buck’s cheeks are bright with a blush and Eddie finds the edge of his medical bag very interesting. Buck doesn't jump when a hand claps his shoulder. But he does avoid direct eye contact.

“Congrats boys,” Athena says. “But maybe save it for home. Still a lot of work to do.”

Eddie grins as he opens the door to let Buck in.

“I love you too,” Buck is quick to say. “Didn't exactly get a chance to say it earlier.”

Eddie laughs because he had a pretty good feeling earlier that he and Buck were on the same page, considering Buck inadvertently outed both of them and their relationship in one single movement. But honestly, Eddie didn't mind, he had started it with the hug. Sure, his team might not let him live it down, but they were happy for him. They were supportive. And he hadn't expected anything else.

“Didn't get in trouble for that little outburst, did you?” Eddie asks as they head into the kitchen.

“Got a lecture on professionalism and PDA, especially when in uniform, but that was about it,” Buck says. And Eddie laughs as he hands him a beer. Buck smiles at the sound because he adores that sound. It's like music to his ears.

#tw: violence #tw: riots #tw: protest #tw: gun violence #tw: guns #tw: explosions #tw: bombing #tw: accidentally outed #tw: blood #tw: minor injury #tw: injury #by scarlet

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allelitewrestlings · 1 month

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#jon moxley #njpw #njpwedit #aewedit #aew #wrestlingedit #aew x njpw #njriot #event: windy city riot 2024 #ours: gifs #maker: r #maker: s #*#iwgp heavyweight championship #tw: blood

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yarn-dragon · 7 months

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Whunptober Day 18! 5 against 1 really isn't fair

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thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra · 1 year

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What did you do?

#saw #s&b art #if saw x doesn’t show lawrence as a broken guilt ridden man we riot ok #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw 2004 #saw franchise #tw maggots #tw bugs #tw blood #FIRST TIME DRAWING HANDS DON’T BULLY ME

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asofterhyranor · 1 year

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#crystal hallowheart #things I can hear her saying to riot in my smooth little brain #once upon a crime #unprepared casters #tw blood

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rose-riot-johnson · 3 months

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Okay my Tumblr Peeps... I decided to write a fanfic about non other than Bleach's very own Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez🐆😁👍It may not be my 1st time writing about him, to be honest, however it's definitely my 1st time writing about him by himself🐆😃👍Any1 who is a fan of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, I definitely have a treat for you🐆😁👍I just have so many ideas I have planned for this fanfic about Grimmjow😃👍 Also, apologies ahead of time if Grimmjow's pov, ends up having more paragraphs than the reader' pov (which I labeled your pov), considering this is the first fanfic I will have reader's pov and the character's pov😅

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🩵🐆What Happened To You, During The Nightclub Incident🐆🩵(Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Female Reader)

Genres: Angst (Possible Dark Angst) (Warning⚠️: Language, Trigger Warnings Include; Alcohol Consumption, Drugging, Violence, Blood, and Anything Unspeakable Depending On the Reader's Imagination)

The introduction:

You were invited by your friends to go with them to a night club they frequently go to. You accepted their invite, because you really have never been to a night club or any bars before, you were more comfortable going to places with your friends for some reason, and you weren't sure if you would have that opportunity again. You felt like you have known your friends for years, that they're the best friends you had ever had and you figured they're the ones you have your back. You truly trust no one else as much as you trusted your friends, so you believe in your heart that you could never have better friends than the friends you have...

Your pov:

You were already dressed, dolled up, and ready by the time your friends picked you up from the nightclub, your friends took you. You were extremely excited to to be there for the first time ever. You then noticed a man with blue hair and blue eyes, who was smiling at you (while drinking a glass of vodka), however his expression seems to switch after he saw your friends. Your friends told you that he's like this with most people and is a trouble maker, then told you to watch out for him, because they think he's a creep with anyone he likes, not to trust him, and called him a "sexual predator". To you he didn't seem like it, however how can you not trust your friends you figured.

A group of men, then went up to you, as your friends introduced you to the men who are near you. These men also said some things about him, as if they're warning you about him, then one of these men seemingly assured you, "Pay no attention to him! He may start trouble, but we know how to deal with trouble makers like him! Just let us know, if he starts anything with you!", before he seemingly warned you, "If I were you, I'd keep my distance from him!", After they went elsewhere inside the nightclub, one of your friends said, "See? Even these gorgeous guys said this blue hair guy is trouble... But don't worry, (Female Reader Name)..., Then the friend who was talking was encouraging you to dance with one if the other me on the dance floor.

You were having so much fun dancing on the dance floor that you forgot your drink. After you got done dancing with the guy, you went back to where your friends were, as they cheered you on, before drinking your drink. "It's strange... I only took a couple sips of the drink and I'm feeling kinda funny right now...". Your friends then laughed as one of them said, "Maybe because your alcohol tolerance is low and we need to get it up higher...", before the second friend said, "Or possibly you're having such a good time, where you forgot you couldn't handle your booze", as all of your friends laughed before you feel into one of the men's arms passing out and drugged...

Grimmjow's pov:

Grimmjow is an (sixth or shall we say sexta) Espada, type of Arrancar, which is a type of hollow. He would occasionally go to the night club, to have a couple drinks, while trying to keep to himself (despite of his temper), then leave, however the night you went in that nightclub with your friends, he watched you. He sees your friends often when he's there (and he couldn't stand them), however to him there's something about you that is different about you.

While Grimmjow watches you he saw a group of men hanging around your friends, telling you negative stuff about him, as one of these men say, "Pay no attention to him! He may start trouble, but we know how to deal with trouble makers like him! Just let us know, if he starts anything with you! If I were you, I'd keep my distance from him!", as if he was warning you. After they went elsewhere inside the nightclub, they talked to you, as if they seemed like to have your back, then acted like they're encouraging you, as they had you dance with one of the other men on the dance floor. Once you went on the dance floor with one of the other men, it the man who was talking, the rest of the men, and your friends were putting stuff in your drink that appears to be, roofies (short for the actual name, rohypnol), ecstasy, and cocaine, all mixed together right with the alcohol you were drinking and Grimmjow madesure he recorded the whole thing.

The reason why Grimmjow can't stand your friends nor those men you just met, because he has been overhearing some stuff they mean stuff about you and even said about you as they complained, "I wished we could just get rid of her, because why I don't know why in the fuck we're friends with that loser in the first place, besides feeling sorry for her!", then the men would come over look for a "hot chick" to do unspeakable things to and your friends mentioned about bringing you over to the nightclub for them to try laying their hands on you. So, when the night that you came with your friends arrived he knew he had to find a way to get proof, so ofcourse he's going to record your friends true colors with his touchscreen cellphone.

As much as it makes Grimmjow cringe only rewatch and record the whole thing, especially with your friends calling you a "bitch" and a "virgin hoe", then laughing at you from feeling the drugged effect of drinking the beverage your friends and the rest of the group of men put drugs in, before you ending up passed out drugged up into the talkative man's arms, Grimmjow knows he rather not cause trouble until he's done recording, while he sensing your friends take advantage of you by their backstabbing tactics for how naive and gullible you really are with them, and will need some form of solid proof to show you who "your friends" truly are. After he gets done recording, the group of men were about to take you to the ally way, however before they were able to carry you outside to take you to the ally way, Grimmjow went up to the men and began to punch one of the men in the face and knocked him out cold. The rest of the men tried attack him and quickly bring you outside, he pound some of their heads to a bloody pulp, twist a couple of the men's arms, a few he gave them a bloody nose, and he even kicked the talkative man in the balls. When one of your friends tried to complain and the rest of your friends were about to take you outside to dispose of you, by throwing you in the dumpster, Grimmjow scolded, "Don't you dare fucken, do what I fucken think you're about to do as your back up plan! I knew you were terrible friends to your friend who is (Female Reader Name)! However I just didn't fucken know you ladies and those men were in on drugging the kind looking lady! You ladies and those men seem like you're all out to get her! You are basically working with those men who have a history of drugging other women! For all of your actions you ladies have committed, none of you deserve a friend like her! Infact she deserves better than two faced backstabbing jerks like all of you ladies! Every single one of you disgust me! We're leaving and never coming back here!". Grimmjow then carried you in his arm, leaving the nightclub and finding a place to take care to look after you.

The aftermath of the nightclub incident:

As you were waking up, you saw that you weren't in the nightclub with your "friends". You saw you were in an abandoned motel room that doesn't look abandoned, then you saw the blue haired man your friends and the group of men were talking bad about, as if they seemed to warn you. You were frightened and was thinking about trying to run away out of fear, however the blue haired man calmly said, "Relax... You're safe now... From all of the times I heard your so called friends mentioned about you and your name, you must be (Female Reader Name), if I'm not mistaken...", before introducing himself, "My name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez... Call me Grimmjow...". You then in a frightened state cried, "Why are you talking about about my friends? And you are the bad man who my friends and those men warmed me about... What have you done to me? What have you done to my friends?". Grimmjow gave you an annoyed and not surprised look as he replied, "What I done to you and what have I done to your friends?! I knew you would believe everything they say! It's more like what those men and your "friends" did to you and their motives! I saved your life! Those friends of your are not your friends and are backstabbers who only took you as a friend out of pity! They even called you a loser and I don't see why they think of you as such! Those men and those who you call your friends are fucken cowards and your friends were even about to throw you in the dumpster after I defended you against those men who were about to do unspeakable things to you!", before handing you his cellphone, as he continued, "And if you don't fucken believe me, you have my permission to see the video of last night! Watch the evidence of your fake friends true colors, while I cook some food for you!".

You watched the whole video, Grimmjow recorded. As you were watching the video, you were horrified at everything he was recording. What your "friends" and those men doing with your drink, everything your "friends" said about you, them laughing at you while you were drinking and you passing out drugged after you were drinking. You ended up shaking wondering if you really are everything your friends said about you or if you could really trust anyone, before you bursted to tears. Once Grimmjow finished cooking, he then went to check on you, as he then said, "I'm truly sorry you haf to see this video for yourself, however I can sense your so naive and gullible to the point where you believe everything they say! I hate to say this... They probably have never been truly your friends...".

You went to hug Grimmjow as you cried on his left shoulder, as you continued to sob, "This is all my fault! If I never had any drinks, then non of this would have happened! If I can't trust my friends, who in the hell can I trust?!". Grimmjow then hugged you, while petting the back of your head, as he replied, "Unfortunately that's life... They're just the wrong friends for you... Also don't blame yourself! None of this is your fault and you didn't know better! Those me and your fake friends are in fault... Not you! Now you know who really are trying to make you their prey... And I get we just met, however maybe we should know eachother better, so we can work on trusting eachother... I will admit... I might be an asshole, but I'm not as heartless, as I seem to be...". After the conversation you and Grimmjow had together, he letted you eat the food he cooked for you that you were able to eat up, to ensure you feel better, considering you were having an upset stomach from what happened to you at the nightclub that night.

After you were feeling all better, you and Grimmjow agreed on letting you live in Hueco Mundo, considering that you would live anywhere he would live in. Despite that he did warn you that Hueco Mundo is a dangerous place to live in considering there are hollows who are extremely strong, mean, and heartless who have no honor, you still would be happy to go anywhere with him, because he saved your life and you knew you would feel safer in Hueco Mundo, than you would bring around those who you thought were your friends. Years after living with Grimmjow in Hueco Mundo, you never looked back, as you felt in your heart, soul, and gut that this is one of the best decisions you had ever made. (Up to the reader's imagination if she does end up having a relationship with Grimmjow)

🐆🩵The End🩵🐆

I will admit I did get alot of ideas for this Grimmjow fanfic and I decided the ideas I have written down for the fanfic, I'm not letting that go to waste and I really had fun coming up with ideas for this fanfic about Grimmjow🐆😃👍Last year, I was going to write a similar idea with a particular Soul Reaper who I haven't written about before, however I cancelled out on a similar idea, because I did procrastinate on some fanfics and haven't continued on with certain fanfics in the drafta such as the fanfic idea I had for this particular Soul Reaper, I wasn't 💯% sure if I could pull off with the similar idea at the time last year, and I basically couldn't keep ideas for this similar fanfic while continuing on with other ideas with it where I letted the ideas for planning a similar go to waste last year. Fortunately ideas for this Grimmjow fanfic came in my head and despite of these ideas going in my head there are alot of inspirations for this Grimmjow fanfic. If I did make any spelling or grammar mistakes I may have rushed the fanfic without reading it thoroughly and stuff, otherwise I did try my best with spelling and grammar while trying to look on spelling with certain words. As for "bitch" or "virgin hoe", I have used the word virgin before, while the words "bitch" and "hoe" I rarely use with writing fanfics, however considering the way I'm writing about the reader's friends, their motives, and stuff, this is 1 of the rare fanfics I have written "bitch" and/or hoe in. As for Grimmjow, I really wanted to write something about him. Months before I discovered Tumblr, I grew fascinated with Grimmjow😃👍I just knew there's something to like about him. To be honest, I just like him, with or without any reasons🐆😁👍As time went by, I have found out there are other people who like him, which I'm really happy about🙂 I also have been thinking about possibly writing another Grimmjow fanfic or so somewheres in the future, even if it's near future🐆😃👍Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this Grimmjow fanfic I have written 🐆😁👍

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