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.
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<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
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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.
