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RONINN MY BOYYY (got lazy halfway of the drawing ❤️🩹)
No on requested this but its too cute to not make it🤧 i was inspired by that one-shot i read somewhere
“Seedater”
Warnings: 00C (?)
Pairings: Eyeless Jack × Female Reader
Genre: ♡ Fluff
Format: ✧ One-Shot
Reader's Gender: Female
Defs: None!
Summary: Y/N is Eyeless Jack's girlfriend. Wanting to introduce someone to her, Jack decides it's finally time for her to meet his pet, Seed the Seed Eater. However, he deliberately kept one crucial detail to himself, he never told Y/N that Seed is actually a monstrous creature. Believing she's simply meeting a normal pet Jack kept.
A/N: Don't repost to a different platform or copy my work!! If it was reposted/copied please reach out to me, this was done by my hard work and no AI in this house sweetie. We hate AI to the core🫡
“So... when can I finally meet Seed?”
Y/N had been asking Jack that same question for months. Ever since he had casually mentioned that he kept a pet, she had been determined to meet it. What Jack conveniently left out, however, was one very important detail. Seed wasn't a normal pet. He wasn't a stray animal Jack had found and decided to take care of. No... Seed was a monster, a massive carnivorous creature that fed on humans just as easily as Jack harvested kidneys from them. Jack had been putting off the meeting because he genuinely worried about how his girlfriend would react. He loved Y/N dearly, and the last thing he wanted was for her to be terrified of something that meant so much to him.
Unfortunately, Y/N was nothing if not stubborn. She asked him every chance she got, every day, every week, every month. Eventually, Jack reached his limit. Letting out a defeated sigh, he glanced over at her before finally giving in.
“...Fine,” he muttered. “You can meet him tonight once we get back home.” For a second, Y/N simply stared at him, as if making sure she had heard him correctly.
“Really?” Jack nodded once. “Really.” The moment the word left his mouth, a bright smile lit up her face. She threw her arms around him without hesitation, hugging him tightly. “Thank you!”
Jack stumbled back half a step before wrapping an arm around her waist while she rested her hands on his shoulders. A smile formed beneath his mask as he hugged her back, quietly enjoying the moment. After a few seconds, they pulled away from each other, though Y/N's grin never left her face.
“Let's go and finish our mission quickly,” Jack said with a chuckle. Before he could even take another step, Y/N had already grabbed his hand and started tugging him toward their destination.
“I can't wait to meet Seed!” She was practically speed-walking, eager to get the mission over with as fast as possible. Jack laughed quietly, tightening his grip on her hand before gently pulling her back.
“Slow down. We have all day, baby.” Y/N let out a dramatic groan, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “...Fine,” she mumbled under her breath.
Jack couldn't help but laugh again before sliding his hand into hers, intertwining their fingers as they continued walking side by side toward their target.
By the time the mission was over, the sun had long since set. After harvesting the organs Jack needed, especially the kidneys they finally returned to Slender Mansion. Although Y/N was visibly tired from the mission, her excitement hadn't faded in the slightest. If anything, she seemed even more eager now that they were finally home.
The two walked down the familiar hallway on the first floor, where most of the Creepypastas stayed, before making their way toward Jack's room. Y/N often slept there despite having her own room only a couple of doors away. As soon as Jack stepped inside, he walked over to one of his drawers and carefully placed several jars filled with kidneys on top of it.
Y/N looked around the room before turning back to him. “So... where's Seed?” Jack paused for a moment, tapping a finger against his chin as if trying to remember.
“Hm... I think I left him in the basement.” Y/N blinked. “The basement?” She tilted her head in confusion. “Why is your pet in the basement and not in your room?” Jack let out a small, nervous chuckle.
“You'll see.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “That doesn't answer my question.”
“It'll make sense in a minute.” Still confused, Y/N let him take her hand before he led her out of his room and toward the basement staircase. The deeper they descended, the colder the air became. The hallway grew darker, lit only by a few dim lights hanging from the ceiling.
Then she heard it. Heavy footsteps. The sound of something massive shifting somewhere below them. Y/N instinctively moved a little closer to Jack. “Jack... your pet sounds... big.”
“He is.”
“How big?” Jack only smiled beneath his mask.
“You'll see.” When they finally reached the bottom of the stairs, Jack turned left and continued walking. Y/N followed closely behind him until they stepped into a large underground room.
She froze. Her eyes widened. Her mouth slowly fell open.
Standing several meters away was an enormous creature unlike anything she had ever seen. Seed towered over them on all fours, his massive body covered in dark, rough flesh that looked almost bark like in some places. Thick muscles rolled beneath his hide with every movement, while his oversized jaws revealed rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth. Long claws dug into the concrete floor, and despite his terrifying appearance, his large black eyes watched Jack with quiet familiarity as his long tail lazily swayed behind him.
“Holy shit...” Y/N whispered. She slowly pointed at the creature. “He's huge!”
Jack scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah... I might've forgotten to mention that Seed isn't exactly... a normal pet.” Y/N slowly turned to stare at him. “You think?” Jack laughed awkwardly. “I was worried you'd freak out.”
Instead of answering, Y/N looked back at Seed. She carefully observed him from head to toe before tilting her head slightly. “He's... actually kinda cute.” Jack blinked. “Cute?”
“The eyes,” she replied matter-of-factly. “They're adorable.” Jack couldn't help but chuckle. “You're the first person who's ever called him cute.” Seed tilted his head curiously, letting out a low rumbling sound.
Jack gestured toward them. “Seed.” The creature immediately obeyed, slowly making his way over before stopping a few feet away from them. “He's nice,” Jack assured her. “Go on. You can pet him.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
“He won't bite?”
“Not unless I tell him to.” Y/N gave him a skeptical look. “That's... only slightly reassuring.” Jack laughed. “You'll be fine.” Taking a deep breath, Y/N slowly reached out a trembling hand. “Hi, Seed...”
The creature remained perfectly still as her fingertips gently rested against the top of his head. She hesitated for a moment before softly stroking his rough skin.
Almost immediately, a deep rumbling sound echoed throughout the basement. Y/N blinked. “...Is he... purring?” Jack nodded.
“He likes you.” A bright smile slowly spread across her face. “I knew you were a sweetheart.”
She brought up her other hand and began gently petting both sides of Seed's head. The massive creature leaned into her touch before, to her surprise, slowly flopping onto the floor and rolling slightly onto his side like an oversized dog asking for more attention.
A laugh escaped her lips. “Oh my gosh...” She carefully sat down beside him, scratching behind his head with one hand while rubbing his side with the other. “So this is Seed...”
“You're such a good boy.” Seed let out another loud, content purr as his tail repeatedly thumped against the basement floor.
Jack quietly knelt beside them, resting one arm on his knee as he watched the interaction unfold. The nervousness he'd been carrying for months melted away completely. Instead, he simply admired the sight before him, the woman he loved smiling so brightly while affectionately petting the creature he cared for.
Somehow...
It was one of the cutest moments he had ever witnessed.
I hope you guys enjoy reading this! If you'd like more, feel free to send in requests anytime!
Good morning, I was wondering If I could request V x Fem!Reader smut HCs or fic, please!
Hii! OMG, sure! i can make a NSFW HC for you, sorry it took me like a few days to post this i was busy with college 😵😵
"V" Valentin Viljoen NSFW Headcanons
Warnings: OOC(?) !!minors do not interact!!
Pairings: V x Reader
Genre: 🔞Smut/NSFW
Format: ☆Headcanon
Reader's Gender: Female
Word Count: 945!
Defs: None!
A/N: Don’t repost or copy my work!! If it was reposted/copied please reach out to me, this was done by my hard work and no AI in this house sweetie. We hate AI to the core🫡
- He is a man of immense stamina and patience; he prefers a slow, agonizingly steady pace that builds tension until it feels like a physical weight in the room.
- When it comes to oral, he is a perfectionist; he finds a deep, quiet satisfaction in eating you out, treating it like a task of absolute devotion where his only goal is to hear you lose your composure.
- He is incredibly skilled at using his tongue and fingers in a rhythmic, calculated way, focusing on your most sensitive spots with a precision that feels almost overwhelming.
- While he loves the act of worshiping you, he also has a high level of confidence in his own performance; he enjoys the sensation of you taking him in, finding the intimacy of being "filled" to be incredibly grounding.
- He has a strong preference for being the one in control, so he favors positions like missionary where he can pin your wrists or hover over you, maintaining eye contact to watch every flicker of pleasure on your face.
- He also has a secret fondness for you being on top; it allows him to observe you fully, admiring the way your body moves and the way your hair falls as you take charge of the rhythm.
- Regarding his finish, he is a man of deep intimacy; he prefers cumming inside you, feeling that warm, heavy connection as the ultimate way to seal the moment between you.
- However, if the mood is particularly intense or if he wants to focus entirely on your pleasure, he finds a great deal of erotic satisfaction in finishing in your mouth, watching the way you swallow and seeing the raw, uninhibited look in your eyes.
- He loves the "overwhelming" feeling of a deep, internal finish; it’s the one moment where his composure truly breaks, and he can feel the physical release of all that built up tension.
- He is also very fond of "spooning" positions during the act; the sensation of your back pressed against his chest while he enters you from behind feels incredibly protective and primal to him.
- Because he is so composed in his daily life, the moment he loses his cool is incredibly erotic; hearing his voice crack or seeing his stoic mask slip when you touch him just right is a massive turn on.
- He has a habit of burying his face in the crook of your neck and bitting your neck when he's releasing in you.
- He is secretly very into light bondage; the idea of being able to restrain you or being restrained by you appeals to his need for control and his desire to feel completely surrendered to your will.
- He is highly responsive to "praise" kinks; while he is the one usually in control, hearing you tell him how good he is or how much you need him makes his composure crumble instantly.
- He finds a quiet thrill in "marking" you; not in a way that is loud or obvious, but leaving subtle, fading bruises or hickeys in places only he knows about, a secret claim on your body.
- He is incredibly drawn to the concept of "overstimulation"; he loves finding that one specific spot and staying there, teasing you with a relentless, steady rhythm until you are begging for relief.
- He has a subtle "scent" kink; he finds the natural, musky scent of your skin during intimacy to be more intoxicating than any expensive perfume, and he will often linger at your pulse points just to breathe you in.
- When it comes to aftercare, he is a natural caretaker; he will immediately pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you with a protective, heavy warmth that makes you feel entirely safe and shielded from the world.
- He has a habit of smoothing your hair back from your forehead with his fingertips, his touch incredibly light and reverent as he watches you drift in the post coital haze.
- He will quietly fetch water or a warm cloth to clean you up, in a gentle most he can.
- He loves the vulnerability of the moment; he will often press soft, lingering kisses to your temples, your eyelids, or the pulse point of your neck while you're still catching your breath.
- He is a "nesting" type of lover; he will tuck the blankets around you, ensuring you are warm and comfortable before he even thinks about settling in himself.
- He finds immense peace in the silence of aftercare, simply holding you and listening to the slow, synchronized rhythm of your heartbeats as you both decompress.
- If you are particularly exhausted, he will whisper low, soothing words into your ear not necessarily "sweet talk," but grounding, steady observations about how much he cherishes having you there.
- He often uses this time to be physically close without the intensity of sex, simply tracing the lines of your body with his hands in a way that feels grounding and restorative.
- He will stay awake long after you've fallen asleep, just watching you with a soft, unguarded expression, making sure you are breathing steadily and feeling completely loved.
I hope you guys enjoy reading this! These are my personal HC’s for V, so I hope I didn’t messed this up. If you’d like more, feel free to send in requests anytime!
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"The Devil that Reigns the Streets"
Biker! Ronin x Reader
Part One
Sum : Chaos, the one word you can think of every time you see him. The devil you always try to avoid yet fate itself finds a way for the both of you to meet. His vibe screams cool, messy, carefree, and most importantly — dazzling. That makes your buried feelings resurface.
Chaos, the one word you can think of every time you see him. The devil you always try to avoid yet fate itself finds a way for the both of you to meet. His vibe screams cool, messy, carefree, and most importantly — dazzling. His presence is so strong that you always seem to recognize his figure every damn time. You and him go way back in college, the frequent bickering because your interests don't align, your constant scoldings because he always seem to break the rules every.single.time, his God damn teasings and pet names that always makes your heart skip a beat, his smile that hides his slyness, and finally the feelings that you cannot seem to comprehend. You swear he's just someone who you go with because you've been friends since your college days, you swear he's just someone who always finds a way to annoy you in one way or another, you keep denying the feelings. The feelings you always seem to bury deep down in you just because of the 'amount of differences' you have.
You were always an organized type of person, you prioritize your peace over anything else. You were the complete opposite of Ronin Beaufort. He was as chaotic as the devil while you were as peaceful as an angel. The complete opposites of each other, yet somehow along the way both of you learned how to deal with each other's so-called differences, learned how to console each other with just the presence of one another. Until you decided to move countries to pursue your dream as a writer. A relative offered their help for you to learn and improve your writing skills. The two of you didn't get to say goodbye to each other, remained as enemies for as long as both of you could remember. Both lines were silent, neither of you reached out to each other because of the flow of life. You were busy with your own things while he was busy with his. The past 5 years flew by with no news about each other. You decided to move back as you were finally a successful writer within the years you were away.
Walking out of the cafe while hugging your laptop and papers, you froze. You were greeted by a lively surrounding, big screens, city lights, and a crowd of people that had their phones out as if trying to capture something. You were curious, slowly making your way towards the crowded area. You weren't planning on squeezing through people but the crowd pushed you towards the front as if your place was meant to be there. Almost falling face-first, you maintained your balance and lowly grumbled to yourself, 'Fuck…I shouldn't have come here..' the loud roar of engines cut you off, turning your head to look at the source of the lively noise. There a bunch of people gathered, three people lining up front as if preparing for a race. The others stayed behind, the dark skinned man seemed like he was done dealing with their group's shenanigans, the golden blonde man with a headband looked cheerful with whom seems to be his girlfriend holding him back from joining, and a loving couple who were talking to each other while staring at the three people in front of them.
"Make sure the two of you keep up m'kay?" a man's voice caught your attention, it was familiar, too familiar to the point that snapped your head to look at the said person.
"You bet’cha! I’m gonna beat your ass!" A cheerful voice shouted, their visor raised up while they grinned at the man.
"Please remember to stay safe while driving." The sweet tone of the blonde woman in the middle interrupted, as she raised her helmet to wear it.
"'m always safe bunny." The man raised his visor and winked at her, which earned a deadpan from the woman and held her hand out to shut his visor close.
You stood a bit far from where they are, you could barely make out their conversation which made you scoot a little closer yet maintained being on the side of the road. As you could finally get a good view and hear their conversation you froze, staring at the man who you felt was familiar. His figure, the way he talks, and most importantly the silver bracelet you gifted him. He’s the man you spent your whole college life with as 'friends', the man who provided you support and comfort when you were at your lowest, the man you kept thinking of during the years you were away, the man you didn't have the courage to say goodbye to… The man you always yearned for while you were abroad.
Raising his visor up while a smug smirk was planted on his lips while staring at the woman beside him he paused and glanced at your direction. Your eyes met, and you flinched as if startled by the sudden attention. You stared at him, his deep black eyes staring back at you, your eyes were glossy tears threatening to form at the corner of your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something but paused as soon as he turned his head away from you. It hurt. A tear flowed down your cheek as you bit your bottom lip. 'Right. Who would want to reconnect with someone who didn't even say their goodbyes?' you thought to yourself as you just stood there, clutching your laptop and papers.
"Ronin? it's time to start." interrupted by the blonde woman while she was riding her own bike.
"Oh. Right." Ronin replied shortly, he got lost in thought for a while there. Closing his visor, he glanced towards your direction again. It really is you. He couldn't stop a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "'m so gonna win this for you, darlin'," he muttered to himself as the loud sounds of the engines could be heard signalling that they were already gonna start.
Before you even know it, their bikes dashed off as soon as the go signal was delivered. You stood there, staring at the back of the man you missed before finally walking away from the crowd, losing the hope of him reconnecting with you after you've done something that hurt his feelings.
Ronin's red Ducati was going fast, a good 160 kilometers per hour. The red lights of his bike passed through every vehicle like a laser. He avoided the stoplights, going through every rook and corner of the city with expertise. He was enjoying it, the adrenaline of feeling alive and the feeling of unmeasurable happiness of seeing you back.
"Ronin, it's best we put this race into a close. The police are already chasing the others." A man with a leather jacket informed Ronin, his voice's volume enough for the man to hear. "Who cares about the fucking police, I can outrun them!" Confidently shouted by Ronin as he was preparing to dash pass the man. "There are a lot more cops than you think!" Interrupted by the man again which Ronin just ignored. This ticked the man off a bit and dashed pass him. Ronin then took this as a form of competition between the two of them and gripped the handles of his bike tightly, revving it to pass him. It went by for a while until they finally arrived at their group's usual hang-out spot.
"We have arrived." V greeted the others, taking his helmet off and placed his bike on the side stand, taking his helmet off.
"Where's Ronin?" Angel asked, staring at V as the man looked back at her.
"Ronin informed be that he has some business to atted to." V informed as he looked as magnificent and proper as ever.
There was a knock at your door. It was quarter to 11 pm and you are up working on a novel you were writing. "Who is it?" You asked as you yawned, making your way towards the door.
"Pizza delivery." a man's voice can be heard from the other side while you opened the door, you did order some pizza as a late night snack, but what you didn't expect is that Ronin fucking Beaufort is infront of you. Smirking ever so teasingly while looking down at you, a box of pizza on hand.
"Long time no see, darlin'."
Lowk dropping this before I disappear for a few days again, I've been so busy and well...Finals are coming up so I need to lock in gng
Stay tuned for part two!
Ronin x jirai kei geek reader who has an all pink room, very girly, has geek interests (like anime, makeup, music etc) and since is a geek; has acne, wears glasses and is a yapper👅👅
Like reader having bedazzled LONG pink sharp acrylic nails, the usual pigtails jirai hair and the pien makeup
PRETTY PINK PROBLEMS
pairing: Ronin x Reader genre: fluff, humor, domestic chaos, light possessiveness summary: Ronin gets dragged into the reader’s pink, jirai kei world and quickly realizes he’s completely doomed by her girly chaos and nonstop yapping. word count: 689 c/w: swearing, teasing, Ronin being down bad a/n:
Ronin Beaufort x male reader with internalized homophobia + religious imagery. Hear me out.. hear me out guys.. (send me killer chat requests i beg of thee, i write any gender)
Hes so silly…
YAYYY SO GLAD UR BACKKK!! Can u do ronin x reader who owns a cat? like he sees the cat on their screen and shows up to their house to play with it? :3
Of course!! :3
Ronin has always been fascinated with fragile things. Not in the way normal people are, like how someone might admire a flower or a bird. Ronin’s interest leans more towards a strange curiosity. The kind that involves taking things apart just to see how they work.
(Which is why most living creatures should never be left alone with him.)
You learned this the hard way when you started dating him, after a whole 6 months of some unhinged situationship, at least that's what your serial killer friends call it. Something between affection and an extremely elaborate bad decision.
Organs, aortas, his talent at making corpses look like satanic art, he’s shown you all of it before. Sent you pictures with the same excitement someone might use to show off a new car. You’d respond like any reasonable partner would, mild fascination, and the growing suspicion that this relationship was probably going to ruin you in several deeply interesting ways.
Still. You like him.
More than like him, actually.
Which is why you’re currently on a video call with him past midnight while you sit cross-legged on your bed, laptop balanced on your knees trying to figure out the plot of your newest story.
“Your murderer doesn’t make sense,” Ronin says lazily from the other end of the call. You glance up at his video camera, leaning back against his chair with his head slightly tilted as he continued to read the paragraph you sent him from your draft. “He makes perfect sense!" You protest. The two of you have been going back and forth about the motive for your character for 20 minutes now, with Ronin insisting that the emotional arc was less important than the logic behind the murders.
“You’re missing the point,” you say. Ronin leans back in his chair, looking annoyingly pleased with himself. Then something jumps onto your desk. A blur of dark grey fur landing squarely in front of your laptop camera with comedic timing. Ronin stops talking. “What?" You ask and glance down. “Oh.”
Your cat sits there in a tiny judgmental loaf. Tail curled around its paws and eyes half-lidded. “That’s my cat.”
Ronin pauses and looks up at you, "you have a cat? Since when?"
"Since always?"
He leans forward slowly, and the motion is almost predatory, the same curiosity he gets when he’s examining something interesting. Your cat stares back through the screen and narrows his eyes. You watch Ronin’s expression change in real time. Your cat steps forward and sniffs the webcam, earning a dramatic gasp from Ronin.
"No way darling".
"What?"
"He's sniffing the camera he's smelling me", he pauses for a moment then snickers, "do you think he can smell my rot?"
You roll your eyes at him, "you're so painfully emo Ronin". Your cat paws at the camera, and Ronin’s expression softens in a way you’ve only seen maybe three times.
The Devil Butcher, defeated by a 7 pound creature.
“What’s its name,” he asks.
"Harold". Ronin's breathing stutters before he lets out a manic laugh at how silly the name is. It was short lived however after Harold meowed at him. He freezes and watches it sit directly in front of the camera, blocking half your face. Ronin doesn't complain though. He's staring at it, studying like he always does when he's fascinated by something.
"Hey does Harold bite?"
“Yes.”
“Good. Means it’s got spirit.” Your cat flicks its tail again and steps directly onto the keyboard making your screen shake. Ronin laughs loudly at the sight. "Menace"
“You’re one to talk.” You stay silent and look at him, watching the gears turn in his head. That familiar calculating look, which usually precedes something extremely irresponsible.
“Can I pet it,” he asks.
You stare at him. “Ronin it's almost 1 am”
“What can I say, the devil strikes late at night, yknow what's in 2 hours? Witching hour and Harold over here is one shade away from being a black cat!”
“Ronin.”
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“You’re not coming here just to pet my cat.”
He smiles. That sharp, crooked smile that means trouble. “Too late.” Your stomach sinks.
"What's that supposed to mean??” The call ends before you can protest. Of course it does. Ronin has never cared much for permission once he’s decided he wants something, or someone.
You stare at the disconnected screen for a moment, your cat still planted across your keyboard like it personally orchestrated this entire situation. Its tail flicks lazily against your wrist, utterly unconcerned with the fact that it has apparently summoned The Devil’s Butcher to your apartment.
“Traitor,” you mutter, scratching under its chin. The cat purrs.
You suppose Ronin isn’t the only thing in your life weak to affection.
Rain taps softly against your windows while you wait. The apartment feels quieter now that the call’s gone, no distant crackle of Ronin’s voice, no lazy arguing about murder methods or plot holes. Just the hum of your laptop and the occasional rustle of your cat walking circles across your bed.
You don’t really understand why this feels different. Ronin’s shown up unannounced before. Climbed through your window once because he claimed knocking “ruined the atmosphere.” You’d nearly killed him yourself for that one.
But this is calmer somehow. Not driven by bloodlust or adrenaline or the madness stitched into him. No. Your boyfriend's driving across town because he saw a cat on your webcam and decided he needed to touch it immediately.
You open the door and find Ronin standing there with rain dampening the shoulders of his hoodie, his hair slightly flattened from the weather. He looks oddly alive like this, cheeks pink from the cold, eyes bright, grin already tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You actually came,” you say. Ronin scoffs softly, stepping inside before you can change your mind.
“Well, yeah. You can’t just reveal a creature like that and expect me not to investigate.” The apartment smells faintly like rain once he walks in, cold air curling around him as he shuts the door behind himself. Your cat appears almost instantly at the end of the hallway, staring at the intruder with vague suspicion.
Ronin goes completely still, and you watch the exact moment his attention locks in. “There it is,” he murmurs quietly.
Your cat blinks slowly at him. Ronin crouches down carefully, slow enough that even you almost laugh. You’ve seen this man covered in blood, laughing over corpses, crowbar hanging from one hand while he held someone’s heart in the other. And now he’s moving with the delicate caution of someone approaching a frightened deer.
“You are,” he says softly to the cat, “possibly the smallest thing I’ve ever seen.” Harold walks forward and sniffs his hand, and just like that, Ronin’s entire face changes.
God.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so openly delighted before.
His grin spreads slowly, genuine enough that it almost catches you off guard. His smile’s different than the one's edged with violence, it's softer around the corners. The cat rubs against his sleeve and he makes a sound that’s dangerously close to a gasp.
“Oh, you are friendly.”
You lean against the wall, arms crossed loosely as you watch him pet the cat with unbelievable gentleness. His hands look strange like this. You’re too used to them bloodied, gloved, wrapped around weapons or organs or your waist. But now they’re just scratching softly under your cat’s chin while it purrs loud enough to fill the room.
“That thing sounds like a lawnmower.” Harold flops over to his side while Ronin scratches carefully along the cat’s stomach. The purring somehow gets louder. Your serial killer boyfriend visibly melts.
It’s pathetic. Endearing, but pathetic.
You walk over eventually, dropping down beside him on the floor. Ronin barely notices at first, too distracted by the cat climbing halfway into his lap like it’s decided he belongs here now. “You know,” you murmur, “most people bring flowers when they visit someone.”
Ronin hums absentmindedly. “I almost brought you an aorta once.”
“You did bring me an aorta once.”
“Right.” He pauses. “Well. This feels more appropriate.”
After a while, Ronin leans back against your couch with the cat still sprawled across his lap, looking perfectly content there. You settle beside him, shoulder brushing his. Rain taps softly against the windows.
The apartment is dim except for the weak kitchen light and the glow from your laptop screen still abandoned on the bed. Quiet settles over the room slowly, comfortably, wrapping around the three of you.
Harold cat purrs louder when Ronin scratches his head. He looks absurdly pleased with himself over it. “Didn’t think it’d like me this fast,” he admits quietly.
You glance over. “Why?”
Ronin shrugs one shoulder. “Animals usually don’t trust people with devilish vibes.”
You laugh softly under your breath. “Ronin, you literally showed up soaked in rain wearing all black. You look like you kill people.”
He turns his head slowly. “Well ending people's misery is what I do best darlin”
The cat stretches lazily, paw pressing against his chest. There it is again, that strange softness in him. The one buried underneath all the blood and theatrics and sharpened smiles. The one he doesn’t show often. You think maybe that’s why moments like this feel so intimate.
“I think,” Ronin says eventually, voice quieter now, “this might be the nicest thing that’s happened to me all week.”
Your chest tightens unexpectedly and you lean your head lightly against his shoulder.
“Well,” you mumble, “He seems pretty attached to you now.”
Ronin hums. “Mm. Think I won sir Harold over.” He glances at you for a moment. “Would it be weird if I started coming over just to see the cat?”
You tilt your head up toward him. “Just the cat?”
“Nah,” he murmurs. “I guess I’m pretty attached to its owner too.”
Ronin folds for a cat named Harold what else is new
Omg can you like do a Ronin x reader where the reader has a broken car and goes to fix it where Ronin works and they fall in love with eachother just to find out they were in the same server and ending up as partners in crime
Man what the hell do you mean you WORK THERE??
2.4k Words; Ronin x Reader (REQUEST!)
Killer Chat! Fanfic
Your day could NOT get worse than this. You were in your way hike from a long, tiring day. And what does your fucking car do? BREAK DOWN. Your engine light turned on and started flashing. Luckily, there was a mechanic close by. You slowed and pulled in before quickly shutting your car off...
But you can't help but notice that the mechanic sounds and acts familiar. Funny, you can't place your finger in it... and he's kinda hot-
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You could not be more annoyed right now.
Today started off bad. You had woken up late and were grumpy all day. That alone was enough for you to be happy to get home and go back to sleep! (or stay up on your phone for an obscene amount of hours…) But no! Apparently you couldn’t have that either! You were almost to your house when your engine light suddenly turned on. You were going to ignore it and get the issue fixed tomorrow… AND THEN IT STARTED BLINKING!
Now you’re not exactly great with cars, but you knew one thing. If it's on? Something is wrong but it can wait a bit longer. If it’s on and blinking? It’s serious and needs to be fixed NOW. Luckily, you spotted a shop up ahead and pulled into an empty space. Or well, the only empty space really. It wasn’t that it was full at this time, but the shop itself was small. You immediately put your car into park and lean back in your seat for a moment.
You were put out, exhausted from your long day, and now you had to talk to someone. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone at first. Which was a totally great sign and didn’t make you even more frustrated!
Sighing, you step out of your car, shoving your keys into your pocket. You walk around for a minute before calling out. “Hello? Is anyone here?”
You wait for a response, and just as you were about to call out again, a guy walks out from a separate room. He had his uniform jacket wrapped around his waist, a black tank top, and black gloves on. However, what caught your attention the most was his hair. It was messy, a little on the longer side.. And it was this shade of plum you thought complimented him nicely… His, surprisingly, pitch black eyes lingered on you for a moment, a smirk on his face.
Oh my goodness stop gawking at a random mechanic he’s looking straight at you-
You clear your throat, messing with the keys in your pocket. “Uhm- Could you take a look at my car please?” you muttered.
He stepped over to you, looking towards your car for a minute. “What’s wrong with it, the outside looks fine to me.” He said smugly.
Oh so he was going to test your patience now! No, that's great, wonderful really…
Screw hot guys.
You sighed, frustrated, rubbing your temples. “The engine light turned on and started blinking.. And I’d like to get home..” you grumbled. You could tell it was going to be a long night… but something else was throwing you off.
Yes the guy was hot, but he sounded familiar? You couldn’t place it. All you knew is that you did, in fact, know this voice from somewhere.
But then again? You were also exhausted, so you brushed it off. You glanced over at him, only now noticing he had stepped over to the front of your car.
“If your engine light is flashing, your car’s misfirin’, darling.” He said, more so to himself as he lifted the hood of your car. He took a minute, examining the motor compartment. “Best case scenario? It’s some fault spark plugs… worse case scenario, it could be a messed up piston ring.” He stepped away from the car for a minute, pointing to a few seats. “If you’re lucky, this could take under an hour. So just go sit down over there and let me check your car out, okay darling?”
He didn’t wait for your answer before moving back to your car and going back to examining it. You nodded, turned, and went to sit down.
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After what felt like forever to you, he finally walked back over, wiping off his fingers with a rag. He looked you up and down for a moment before speaking, “You’ve got fault spark plugs, and you’ll need a new coil pack. It’ll take me around an hour. I need your car to cool down more before I can start working.”
You could feel your face heat up under his stare and you turned to look away from him, nodding your head. “That’s ok… at least it won’t take several days or anything.” You sighed, leaning back in your chair.
You heard him chuckle and turned your head back towards him. He took a seat beside you, leaning closer. “Uh huh. Now let’s get the boring stuff over with before I start, yeah? The car can cool and we can get the paperwork and payment out of the way.”
You stared at him for a moment… right. You had to pay… ugh.
You nodded and stood along with him. He led inside and over to a desk, which he walked behind. He worked in silence while you watched… Because honestly you really didn’t mind looking at him.
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Soon, the man finished and he handed you papers he had just printed out. “There you go darlin’. This says all I gotta do and how much it’s gonna cost. I need your signature and how you’re gonna pay.” He looked up at you, a smirk on his face. “So stop staring and get to signing, yeah?”
You flushed at his comment and looked down at the papers, skimming over. Fuck this was gonna cost you more than you really wanted to pay. You checked off a few things, filled out some blanks… You could do small payments over time, that’ll work for you. You signed your name and handed him back the papers.
He looked over it, his face serious for a moment. He muttered your name, confused. Like he was trying to recall something he couldn’t. You felt a shiver run down your spine. You know you just signed your name, but hearing him say it made you uneasy.
He shrugged his shoulders and set the papers down. “Looks good. You can stay here or you could watch me work. Either way, I'm getting started.” The mechanic moved to walk back out to where your car was, but you caught his arm, stopping him. He turned back and looked at you confused. “Well, do you want your car fixed or not?” He said, you could hear the irritation in his tone.
“Whats your name?” You blurted out. It was a mystery to you, this entire time you couldn’t catch his name.
…and you possibly wanted to shoot your shot.
He looked surprised for a moment before biting back a laugh, covering his mouth with his arm. You frowned at his mockery and let go of him, crossing your arms.
“Name’s Ronin, Sweetheart.” He said with a smirk before walking outside.
Ronin.
Where have you heard that name before?
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Almost an hour passed when Ronin had finally finished working on your car. Admittedly, you stood outside and watched him the entire time. You were… more than disrespectfully staring the entire time. He was eye candy to someone like you… you know, considering you’re a degenerate.
Once done, Ronin closed the hood of your car and waved you over.
“Start your car. We need to check if the engine light is off. If not I gotta keep workin’.” He spoke gruffly. You nodded, getting in your car and turning it on carefully.
Sure enough, the light was off. You waited a minute… then two… and when you saw it still didn’t turn on, you shut your car back off. You let out a sigh of relief and got out with a smile on your face, walking back over to him. “It’s working! Thank you, really.. I know it’s late-”
He cut you off with a chuckle. “No need to apologize darlin’. I’m supposed to close up now anyway and I was getting bored.” He cleaned up as he spoke, taking off his dirty gloves.
“You should get home, yeah? It’s not safe around here at night.”
His warning was vague, but you knew that all too well. You weren’t worried though.
All things considered? You were one of the threats people needed to worry about.
But you couldn’t tell him that, so you simply nodded. “Yeah, I know.. You stay safe too, alright?” You walked over to him, picking up a clean piece of tissue you found.
He nodded, smirking. “There’s no need to worry about lil ol’ me.” He watched as you took one of his pens and started writing something. “Enjoy the rest of your night, yeah?”
You nodded and folded the piece of tissue, sliding it to him. You said nothing else as he grabbed it, quickly running for your car and getting in.
You wasted no time pulling out and driving home, your hands shaking.
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Ronin watched you leave in a hurry, a confused yet humored look on his face. He looked back down at the paper.
Admittedly, his face was flushed. This wasn’t the first time he got someone’s number, but something about you made him want to text you. He’d have to do it later. He stared down at it for a bit longer before shoving it in his pocket, scoffing.
“Cheeky bastard.” he spat, though he had a huge smile on his face.
He finished cleaning up rather quickly before making his way home as well. Despite having your name and your number, there was still something about you that made him feel like he knew you. You just seemed too familiar.
He checked his phone, seeing notifications from the server. Ronin decided it’d be best to just shrug it off for now. He scrolled through the chat as he walked… and that's when he saw it. One of the people Angel had invited… they were ranting about their car in the general chat.
At first, Ronin thought it was just a coincidence. So, he turned off his phone for the remainder of the walk home. But, when he got home and began to read from where he left off, he noticed it was far too similar. First, the person was complaining about their ‘stupid coils’ being fucked up. Then, they mentioned how the mechanic looked. Plum? How many mechanics around here have plum hair? The kicker, though, was watching the person fawn over the mechanic… and how they left the guy their number.
Ronin reread the message over twice before he set down his phone. So you were both serial killers?
Well this made things far easier.
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You were sitting in bed, anxiously checking your phone every other second for a notification from a number you didn’t have saved. You should’ve said more, maybe flirted? Ugh. How stupid. You felt strangely upset when you didn’t get a text for hours… but then again, he was a mechanic and got off late… maybe he was just tired?
Suddenly, you got a notification. Excitedly, you turn on your phone to see if he had texted you… but it wasn’t him. It was someone from the server your friend, Angel, had invited you to. You recognized the user ‘goreboy’... and that’s when you suddenly realized something… Wasn’t that guy’s name Ronin too?
You sat up, confused. You clicked the notification quickly.
It was a message. All it said was ‘answer.’
You were even more confused now, until your phone started ringing. It was a video call from him. You debated whether or not you should answer… This could either prove or disprove the fact he was the mechanic… surely it’s just coincidence, right? Well, with that in mind, you answered. However, to your surprise, the call connected, and you were met by the mechanic… sitting in a weirdly edgy room.
“Ronin..” you muttered. They were the same person.
Did this complicate things? You couldn’t tell.
Upon hearing his name, he smirked and fostered to himself. “The one and only. So this is why you were so familiar. You're the new person~” He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. You brushed your fingers through your hair, conflicted about how you felt.
“You… you’re a serial killer too?” You asked, not really thinking about what you just said. He deadpanned, looking at you like you were stupid. “Shocker, ain't it? So darlin’, what’s with the number, huh? What’s it that you wanted from me? You seemed so distracted while I was workin’ on your car.” He teased, messing with a knife he had grabbed from somewhere off screen.
You swallowed. Hard. What did you want? A potential partner? A friend? You huffed, standing up to turn on your computer. “I think it’s clear what someone wants when they give another person their number…” you said quietly.
He laughed at your demeanor, pulling out the paper and reading over it again. “With hearts, no less.”
You groaned… see, in your rush, you had drawn small hearts around the number. Yeah, you’re kinda… kinda special for that <3.
“J-Just- reject me already if you’re just gonna mock me, you emo loser..”
That was the best insult you could come up with while being humiliated. But, for some reason, he stayed quiet, looking away offscreen. He sighed, seemingly frustrated himself. “You know, you’re not exactly half bad yourself. I liked seeing you all moppy and exhausted early…” he paused, setting the knife and tissue down carefully. “How about you impress me, yeah? Show me just how well you can reach other’s hearts.” He made a forceful grabbing motion, like he was mimicking tearing someone’s heart out. “Why don’t we be partners for a little, yeah?” He offered.
Your eyes widened. He wanted to… kill with you? You smiled, your chest tightening in a way you couldn’t explain. “Oh fuck yeah, that’d be sick!” You exclaimed, unable to hide your excitement. He only laughed at you, nodding. “Right~ Right. Now I'll be off. You should sleep too, darlin’.”
The call ended before you could get another word in. But that was okay.. Today went far better than you could even explain. You had so many questions, honestly. You wanted to know more about the guy, why he’s a mechanic… but now wasn’t the time for that. You silently thank your car for fucking you over earlier that day… because now? You’re partners with one of the most feared serial killers… and maybe one day you’ll be something more to him than just a killing buddy.
You were excited for what was to come after tonight.
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Though you just remembered you had openly started crush gushing about him in general chat…
You panicked, shot up, and immediately went to delete the messages.
…only to find screenshots taken by Ronin in your dms.
Your life is over, forget it. You can pass away now!
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An unhealthy obsession
Pairing: The Butcher! obsessed reporter (Reader), Stalker Ronin Beaufort Part ONE Credit: @thisismypage28 post referenced in here! @rhiaizrottingg Fic idea! Before reading: Reader! is referred to as "girl" a handful of times, reader and ronin spiral slowly into their roles. (Will not spiral here just yet) Wc: 2.7k
K9 That was incredibly irresponsible Even for you Angel Honestly… I agree and usually I side with you, Ronin You’re gambling and there's a low likelihood of you winning Felicite Winning is a generous word He isn't gaining anything regardless!
omg another killer chat writer!! i love your work!! could i ask for some ronin fluff? maybe like with a reader that’s a horror game streamer but the reader is terrified of playing them?
Thank you! Happy you enjoy my writing :D
Ronin x !Streamer!Reader
Warnings: None
“Okay everyone!” You spoke through your headset, smiling as you noticed the numbers of viewers growing steadily. “Today, we’re gonna be playing . . . “ Your smile fell, before rushing to plaster on a fake one. “A horror game! Yay . . . “
. . .
Ronin watched, a smirk present as he watched your reaction to his request. Anonymous, of course, he couldn’t risk drawing attention to himself. It had been months since he had begun to watch you, a popular online streamer. You were cute enough, especially when you were screaming at the games you played.
Thanks to him, your recent content has become the one thing you dreaded the most- horror.
Trashy knock-off games made you both laugh and scream, so he started with those. But it wasn’t enough. Ronin turned to real horror, the most gory and brutal ones he could find.
Noticing the chat, he typed in a message of his own.
goreboy: scared, darlin’?
. . .
Most of the time, you didn’t bother to interact with your viewers. Sure, you occasionally found one intriguing and made sure to read their comments, but other than that, they mostly went ignored. That is, until now.
goreboy: scared, darlin’?
God, how he taunted you. He only watched your horror content, leading you to believe that he was the one requesting them all. You could see him behind his screen, a devilish smirk on his face as he watched you suffer to get through each suggestion without screaming in terror.
Yet, you were growing fond of him.
Constantly checking if he viewed your latest videos, if he left a like or dislike. You loved his comments, whether they were about how a certain murder method was off, or if you screamed too much or too little.
Then you would adjust to his taste, trying to . . . please him? The thought caused you to stop, baffled. You didn’t like him- no, he was just a minor distraction from your work. Shaking your head, you tried to focus on the game.
“goreboy, I’m not scared at all!”
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Ronin froze.
Did . . . Did you just address him directly?
No, he must’ve heard wrong.
But what if . . . ?
. . .
Hours passed as you worked to finish the game, and despite your previous statement, you were screaming the entire time. It was amusing to your viewers, but felt like torture to you. But you managed to get through it, with goreboy’s help.
goreboy: try the red key, darlin’
goreboy: jumpscare warning
Although you would never admit it, his comments got you through the game. The warnings helped you prepare, and you were able to continue time and time again from his hints. You ended your stream, leaning back in your chair with a smile.
And on the other side, Ronin was doing the same, the both of you anticipating your next stream, his next suggestion to answer and scream to.