#roninfanfic

[coffeecqke]

The Thrill of the Kill

written by coffeecqke

Y/N x Ronin - Killer Chat!

WARNINGS: Murder, ‘Gore’, Suggestive scene

So today’s the day. Today is the day you suck it up and do as he asked. As your devil wanted. Your nerves are as active as ever, adrenaline pumping through your veins and you haven’t even done anything yet.

Just the thought of actually killing someone scares you but also… excites you in a way? You’ve heard all your friends Misaki, Angel, Feli, so many of them talk about their murders. You’re finally going to join them, you won’t be the odd one out.

You’re not just gonna be a writer anymore…

You have already planned a target and a method, you just need to get your ‘materials.’

You grab your duffel bag, crowbar, and cleaning products. You mustn’t get caught on your first kill, it has to be perfect. Ronin has to be proud.

You stuff your bag full and head out, on your way to the victim’s house.

The victim is a woman, probably in her late twenties. She’s got long, ginger, silky hair and vibrant green eyes.

Normally, you’d probably go for a man.

But this girl.

This girl flirted with Ronin and expected to get away with it. That’s not happening.

The crowbar fits nicely in the back of her head, spewing out blood onto you. Good thing you’re prepared, isn’t it?

You swing your crowbar again, this time catching her neck. You listen as her screams turn to gurgles and…

Silence.

Now, it’s time to harvest her aorta!

The knife slides smoothly through her bare chest, perfect.

With your gloves on, you push your hand inside of the hole you made, fishing out her heart.

You’ve seen enough of Ronin’s grotesque murders to be nauseated by this one.

—

<goreboy>: Y/N

<goreboy>: you Up for coming Over?

<Y/N>Let’s meet in Purgatory. <3

<goreboy>: damn, Alright.

<goreboy>: Got something Planned?

<Y/N>: Maybe… :3

—

You stand in Purgatory as you wait for Ronin, holding your duffel bag.

He strides into the alleyway, looking for you. “Y/N! Whatchu got there, darlin’?” Ronin called out to you and you smiled wide. “Ro! I got you a present, I think you’ll like it a lot.” You ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. “Mhm? What is it, doll? Show me.” You both let go and you begin to unzip your duffel bag. Ronin watched intently, grinning. You pulled out the heart you carved out of the woman and handed it to Ronin. Your cheeks flushed. You had always told Ronin you’d kill for him, but never kept your word. Now you’re finally proving how much he means to you and your heart began racing.

Ronin took the heart, placing his free hand on your cheek. He gave you a kiss, “Fuck, darlin’, your first kill? What have I done to my pretty little writer?” Ronin grinned, “Good fuckin’ job, baby. I’m so proud.”

He leaned in, kissing your lips. You kissed back, deepening it. He slid his tongue between your lips, tangling with yours, exploring your mouth like an uncovered cave. His hand found the back of your head, lightly gripping your hair. A small moan escaped from your mouth, your hands wrapping back around his neck. Ronin broke the kiss to place kisses down your chin, down your neck, and went onto leaving hickeys on your collarbones. Sucking, biting, leaving red marks all around.

“You wanna take this somewhere else.. or fuck here?” He spoke in a deep voice, his eyes darkened by lust. You felt your face go hot, imagining taking him in his favorite alleyway.

“Here…” You squeaked. You could feel yourself beginning to drip, thinking of all the possibilities.

“Fuck, I love you, darlin’.” He spoke with a grin.

[azialways]

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cw: canon typical violence, gore, kissing & hickeys, no 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

Y/N was laying in their bed, staring at the ceiling while thinking. They weren’t really thinking about anything specific, it was ideas for something to write, the occasional Ronin thought. God they missed Ronin, they wanted him there with them, alas, he was still his own man with his own serial killing life.

But, aren’t they lucky? Look who was calling

goreboy would like to video call

yes please

no thanks

They immediately picked up, sitting at their desk.

”Hey baby, y’missed me?” He greeted them, smiling at them with his typical smirk. He was sat at his desk, sitting with his knees up per usual.

“No shit Sherlock, I miss you every second I'm not with you.” They responded, leaning back in their chairs.

That made him blush a little, he rolled his eyes and his cocky smirk softened. “Awh, you’re adorable.” He cooed, teasing them a little, endearingly, of course.

“What? I do miss you. I’d gladly let you crawl in through my window right now.” They joked, but he looked like he was pondering it.

“Don’t go givin me ideas now, darlin…you know how I am.” He chuckled, leaning on his hand. “I’d gladly grab my crowbar and break into your house…romantic, isn’t it?”

“Sure. I’d also be willing to let you in through the front door and avoid having to get my locks fixed.” They responded, matching the teasing tone he put down. It’s how their relationship worked so well, they both had the same spunk and attitude, it makes the two work well.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“The fun of not making me go broke?”

“Baby if that’s your concern, I’ll buy you new locks.” He chuckled, he knew you guys were just messing around, it was both of your love languages alongside touch.

“Then if you so please, break in. But I do prefer you knocking on the door.”

“I’ll think about it. So, do you want me to come over?” He offered, adjusting his position in his chair.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” They responded, looking at him in a way that begged him to.

”Goddamn it, when you look at me like that…how do I say no?” He groaned, standing up and throwing his jacket on. ”Be there in ten, baby.” He grabbed his crowbar, putting it away in his guitar case, then hung up.

“Fuck, I love that man.” Y/N exhaled, walking to the bathroom to freshen up for him. They put on a sweater, subconsciously forgetting it was actually his, which he loved; alongside with some leggings. They sat on the couch, waiting for the knock. And then they heard it, and looked through to see him leaning on the wall of the apartment hallway.

“Hey baby, you gonna come in or what?” Y/N greeted, and his eyes perked up. He walked toward them, a loving look in his eyes.

“Hey gorgeous…love that sweater, wonder who gave it to ya.” He teased, placing a soft kiss on their cheek.

“Hmm, I wonder.” They responded, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards their bedroom.

“Woah woah, take me out to dinner first, sweetheart.” He smirked, stopping once the door was closed. He then held them against the back of the door, just starting at them, their beauty.

“God you’re fucking gorgeous, yknow that?” He mumbled in their ear, his voice deep yet smooth. It was so hot…it made their breathing quicken.

“Mhm? I happen to think you’re pretty cute yourself, Ronin Beaufort.” Y/N teased back, and leaned in. “But you’re even cuter like this…all in love with me…I knew there was a reason you couldn’t kill me.” Their lips were just millimeters away from his. He licked his lips, they parted slightly as his hand found its way behind their head. He was needy, desperate, maybe. He leaned in like it was the last time, bringing your lips together. The kiss was gentle, sweet, loving. It wasn’t like the time in Purgatory, or when you two got drunk together…no it was like the kiss when he first asked you out officially, that tender moment that never left your memory.

“mmm I missed you baby…” He mumbled against their lips, kissing them softly one last time before parting.

“I missed you too, Ro.”

“Say…how about we have some fun?” He suggested, his eyebrow raised suggestively. His definition of “Fun” could range from cuddling to murder, you never knew.

“Fun as in…?” You asked.

“How about we go on a little kill date…I’ll even carve our initials in the victim’s aorta…yknow, like the romantics do. He rubbed circles on their back, holding them close.

”Mmm…maybe. I haven’t killed with you yet…only the time I carved our initials into that whore’s aorta and gifted it to you for valentine’s.” Y/N recalled that time, killing the girl who thought she’d get away with flirting with him…ha. rookie mistake.

”And I loved it. Seeing you all covered in blood and gore, beautiful.”

“I bet you did…why don’t we get changed and go out and find a victim…hm? You and me, two crowbars…like Harley Quinn and the Joker of serial killing…”

“I like the sound of that.” He spoke, putting his hood up and mask on, he then grabbed her hoodie, and helped her tie a bandana to her face since she wasn’t as well equipped.

“Ready to go, darling?” he took her gloved hand in his, and the two walked out of Y/N’s area and into Uptown. They looked around for an unsuspecting victim, and that was until Y/N spotted someone specific. Another girl who had been flirting with Ronin, disgusting.

“Baby can we kill her? She’s one of the bitches who was hitting on you.” Y/N begged, and all he could do was laugh softly at their eagerness.

“Of course darling. Go on, drag her in.” He ushered her, and so they did. They grabbed the woman from behind, covered her mouth, and pulled her into the alleyway. Once she was in the alley, before she could scream, Ronin bashed her head in with his crowbar. Then again, then again in the front of her face, then he cut her chest open and grabbed the woman’s heart, barely beating. He cut the veins and arteries off, bleeding all over. He then carved TB + ❤️ into the ventricle. He then held it out to her.

“My love, for you.” He smirked, then proceeded to rip her up, disemboweling and shredding the insides to make it his mark. Once her guts were spread all over like a macabre painting of horror, Y/N put the heart in the woman’s open chest cavity, to add the final touch of a job well done. Ronin snapped a picture of him and Y/N kissing with the body in the background, then posted it to the server, After that, the two snuck back to Y/N’s apartment. The two laughed as they discussed the murder like it was some hilarious joke, the blood and gore fresh on their clothes. The other serial killers ate it up, minus V, but V hated any and everything. Misaki talked about how cute they were, Angel hyped up the first couple murder, etc etc.

“Gotta admit, you look good like this…all bloody and rushed from the kill…” He stalked towards them, tearing his gloves off with his teeth, throwing them into the bathroom to clean off. God that was hotter than it needed to be. He then removed his jacket, sweater, until he was just in a black tank top. God he looked good enough to eat. He had muscle, it was noticeable, and the scene of him all bloody with nothing but a tank top and some bloodied cargo pants was enough to make any normal person go wild.

His hands went to their waist, gripping firmly. He pushed them against their bed, staring at them from on top, he then attacked their lips, exploring them with a renewed need. He needed them. Needed them like he needed air to breathe and his crowbar to kill…His lips slowly trailed down their neck, leaving small bites scattered around. The adrenaline of the kill only intensified with them, he felt like he was on top of the damn world right now. He pulled away, looking at them again.

“fuck, I love you…so much baby.” He exhaled, letting go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I-I love you too, Ro.”

“mmm, glad to hear it.” He mumbled, letting them sit up so he could lie down in their lap, curled up like a lapdog. He sighed happily as he felt their fingers run through his hair, and he knew. He knew with every bit in his heart, that this was his home. They were his home, and always will be.

[azialways]

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The Thrill of the Kill

written by coffeecqke

Y/N x Ronin - Killer Chat!

WARNINGS: Murder, ‘Gore’, Suggestive scene

So today’s the day. Today is the day you suck it up and do as he asked. As your devil wanted. Your nerves are as active as ever, adrenaline pumping through your veins and you haven’t even done anything yet.

Just the thought of actually killing someone scares you but also… excites you in a way? You’ve heard all your friends Misaki, Angel, Feli, so many of them talk about their murders. You’re finally going to join them, you won’t be the odd one out.

You’re not just gonna be a writer anymore…

You have already planned a target and a method, you just need to get your ‘materials.’

You grab your duffel bag, crowbar, and cleaning products. You mustn’t get caught on your first kill, it has to be perfect. Ronin has to be proud.

You stuff your bag full and head out, on your way to the victim’s house.

The victim is a woman, probably in her late twenties. She’s got long, ginger, silky hair and vibrant green eyes.

Normally, you’d probably go for a man.

But this girl.

This girl flirted with Ronin and expected to get away with it. That’s not happening.

The crowbar fits nicely in the back of her head, spewing out blood onto you. Good thing you’re prepared, isn’t it?

You swing your crowbar again, this time catching her neck. You listen as her screams turn to gurgles and…

Silence.

Now, it’s time to harvest her aorta!

The knife slides smoothly through her bare chest, perfect.

With your gloves on, you push your hand inside of the hole you made, fishing out her heart.

You’ve seen enough of Ronin’s grotesque murders to be nauseated by this one.

—

<goreboy>: Y/N

<goreboy>: you Up for coming Over?

<Y/N>Let’s meet in Purgatory. <3

<goreboy>: damn, Alright.

<goreboy>: Got something Planned?

<Y/N>: Maybe… :3

—

You stand in Purgatory as you wait for Ronin, holding your duffel bag.

He strides into the alleyway, looking for you. “Y/N! Whatchu got there, darlin’?” Ronin called out to you and you smiled wide. “Ro! I got you a present, I think you’ll like it a lot.” You ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. “Mhm? What is it, doll? Show me.” You both let go and you begin to unzip your duffel bag. Ronin watched intently, grinning. You pulled out the heart you carved out of the woman and handed it to Ronin. Your cheeks flushed. You had always told Ronin you’d kill for him, but never kept your word. Now you’re finally proving how much he means to you and your heart began racing.

Ronin took the heart, placing his free hand on your cheek. He gave you a kiss, “Fuck, darlin’, your first kill? What have I done to my pretty little writer?” Ronin grinned, “Good fuckin’ job, baby. I’m so proud.”

He leaned in, kissing your lips. You kissed back, deepening it. He slid his tongue between your lips, tangling with yours, exploring your mouth like an uncovered cave. His hand found the back of your head, lightly gripping your hair. A small moan escaped from your mouth, your hands wrapping back around his neck. Ronin broke the kiss to place kisses down your chin, down your neck, and went onto leaving hickeys on your collarbones. Sucking, biting, leaving red marks all around.

“You wanna take this somewhere else.. or fuck here?” He spoke in a deep voice, his eyes darkened by lust. You felt your face go hot, imagining taking him in his favorite alleyway.

“Here…” You squeaked. You could feel yourself beginning to drip, thinking of all the possibilities.

“Fuck, I love you, darlin’.” He spoke with a grin.