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azialways · 3 months ago

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so what if i’m fucking crazy?

first bit written by roserot, all credits to them.

🌹 will be put after rose’s work, rest is mine or canon lines which again, credit to devs.

cw: smut, sexual tension, swearing, canon typical violence mentions

read at your own risk

! uses afab sex organs

word count: 2174 words

When Y/N first entered the server, they didn’t think that their story would turn out like this. They thought that it would be a game. A way to become someone other than themself. To step into the skin of a serial killer; to die, to live, to tell a story, weave a mythology, to become such things.

Isn’t it true?

They’re a creator. They reap what they sow.

Uptown has an alley they call Purgatory. It isn’t pretty. It’s where a quarter of The Butcher’s murders have been found: limbs splayed, splattered on the graffiti, gore mixing with the drainage rot.

Y/N’s here because they uttered the devil’s name

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“So we meet.” A voice said from behind, one that would be recognizable from a mile away.

“Always the devil, Ronin Beaufort.” Y/N responded coolly, turning to face the red haired boy they’d come to love. He was taller than Y/N thought, he was probably around 6’ or 6’1, and his hair was darker in person than the shitty lighting made it to be.

“Aren’t you a pleasure.” He spoke, his voice soft yet condescending. He began walking towards them slowly, like a predator about to attack.

“Gotta say, seein’ you in person makes me feel some type of way. An’ I wonder how you feel about, well…” He then shoved them against the wall, his hands encasing them against it, and his body weight holding them close. He then began to just laugh, laugh like the psycho he is. His laugh was scary, almost. Something out of a horror movie, but for some reason it didn’t scare them as much as it should’ve. His mouth rested right next to their ear, their back still against the bricks, it made them shudder, but it also brought a heat to their cheeks that went against all feelings of fear.

“D’ya like me now?” He asked, his voice soft and sensual, almost sweet. They could feel his lips graze against their neck, and it made them inhale sharply.

“Y-yes…I do.” They responded, their mind clouded with feelings they couldn’t even begin to explain. They didn’t move, begrudgingly, part of them liked being in this position with him…the power he had over them was almost intoxicating.

”Oh to speak the truth, the truth, anything but the truth.” His voice was teasing, mocking maybe. He was trying to mess with them, but they barely registered it, because they were too busy looking at him. His smile…it was razorish, sly and smirk, but yet it suited him so well…

”Write me a love note, darling?” He spoke, his tone mocking still, but part of him seemed genuine. He genuinely wanted that confession from them? No, he wanted to kill them, to tear your aorta out…not romance them. It was a ridiculous thought to harbor.

“I know your name. I could end you.” Y/N managed to get out, their voice gentle, and not at all threatening like intended. They sounded more…sweet, angelic, even. Like they were granting his last wish.

He chuckled, “Coulda, woulda, shoulda, You could end me, you should end me. But would’ja end me?” He smirked, leaning in condescendingly. He knew the answer, he knew they wouldn’t. He knew they had loved him too much, it was powerful to him. Y/N didn’t respond, so he went on.

“I don’t think so! Where are the boys in blue? Why is it jus’ us in my favorite gruesome alley? Why is that, even after knowing who I am, you still wanna see me?” He looked at you, staring into your soul, digging for that small part of you that wants to kill him, to bring it out.

“Some might say you’re obsessed, even.” He teased, his one hand going to rest on their jaw, his thumb rubbing their cheek.

Y/N’s breath hitched softly, looking up at him once more. “Why did you invite me to the server?” They asked, genuinely wondering why he’d play them like this for 6 long months. Was it for the shits and giggles? Did he want to kill them since day 1? What was it?

“I did it for you. You were starving, so I gave you insatiability…” He begun, his thumb going to their bottom lip. “You wanted inspiration, so I became your muse.” He leaned in teasingly, withdrawing his hand so both arms held them against the wall once more. “You wanted love, darlin’, so I gave you love. Isn’t that everything you wanted?” His voice went to a soft, intimate whisper, it was alluring and sweet, but the manipulation behind it was there too.

“I think you always knew. C’mon, why didn’t you leave? Call the cops? There were so many…opportunities…” He implied, his gaze dropping to Y/N’s lips.

“If I may…I think you’re a little too in love.” His voice remained teasing, insinuating…but he was right. They were too in love to realize his intentions, and they cursed themself for it every second after he dropped the bomb on them, especially because they weren’t even mad at him for it.

He’s the devil. He’s the devil that convinced the world he was a creator. He’s the devil that grants them his every wish. He destroyed them, and rebuilt them in the image he made. He wanted them, and they gave him everything Or is it the other way around?

”I told you, baby. I’m your little wish fulfillment. I’m what you dream of. Isn’t this a story for the ages?” He cooed, leaning in again. He was almost begging for an answer, for something.

“C’mon! Tell me what you want. Do you hate me? Do you love me? Are you gonna kill me? I’ve got a knife, right here.” He pressed it against their neck gently, not pushing to draw blood. “Or are you kissing me, darling? How much do you feel?”

Fuck it, fuck it all. They didn’t care anymore. Their mouth and his met, like destruction, like deliverance, like a dream. He pulled away, laughing as he remained close, the laugh was chilling, it marked something. He laughed like they’re his plaything, like they’re his darling, like he’s expected no less from them. Desperate, Y/N leaned back in, pulling him closer from his jacket. The kiss got messy quick, their arms around his neck, his arms, holding them, cradling them, raising them, he was extremely gentle, and the touch made Y/N gasp into the kiss. He’s deranged. But he’s sweet. He’s a damn serial killer.

But Ronin Beaufort was their serial killer. Theirs to mess with, theirs to tease…theirs to kiss. Nobody else. He had corrupted them in every way, but they couldn’t care anymore. Y/N would gladly be corrupted by Ronin Beaufort ten times over for all they care, as long as it meant being in his arms like this. He pulled away, but stayed close as he murmured these words.

“Oh you’re so pretty when you’re rotten and mine. I think you’re… divine.”

“Yeah? I’m sure you could find a way to make me even prettier…” They mumbled against his lips, teasing him.

“Well, if it's not you with your aorta in my hand…I’m sure I could be creative…” He mumbled back, his teeth biting their lip softly, then his tongue soothing the sting.

“Here…? You’re filthy.”

“What? You don’t wanna be christened with the guts of the hundreds I’ve dragged in here?” He chuckled, grabbing their hand. “Baby it’s late and it’s my alley…everyone knows The Butcher owns this joint, nobody in their right mind would come here.” He whispered in their ear, kissing the spot below their ear, then trailing down their neck. He slipped their shirt to the side to kiss their shoulder, looking up at them like he worshiped them. He left a gentle trail of nibbles on their neck, but bit hard at the sensitive spot below their ear, which will definitely leave a mark.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling…so pretty when you’re mine.” He came back up for another kiss, this time a kiss of yearning and desire. The cool metal of his tongue piercing against their tongue made them shiver. He then sat down on the bench nearby, pulling them down with him onto his lap. Their thighs were on the side of his, moving up to straddle him as they kissed.

“Fuck- Ronin…god I need you so bad.” Y/N exhaled, their voice breathy and desperate.

“No god here Darlin, just your devil…” He purred, tilting their head up to face him. “But…if you need me as much as you say…ill indulge you in that fantasy…though I didn’t take you for the public sex type.” He teased, watching Y/N sink to their knees onto the pavement that contained the sins of Ronin’s past. He watched as they undid his pants, his hand squeezing a small ball in his pocket, which was definitely his pump. Y/N knew he was trans, they also knew that he got all of his gender affirming care by some back alley doctor, but he claims it all worked out without any problems, so no judgement there.

Y/N sat on their knees as they took his dick in their hand, looking up at him. He had the most shit eating grin on his face, he was eating this up…seeing his little writer on their knees begging for his dick, it was so sexy to him. ”Go on.” He urged, his hand going to the back of their head, holding their hair out of the way. He groaned softly as their mouth came into contact with his sensitive flesh…fuck it had been a while since he’d gotten head from someone…last time it was probably Maria if anyone. He kept his hand on their head, letting out an occasional curse or groan as their tongue hit a sensitive spot. pleasureGod he was gonna cum if they kept this up…but he wanted that inside them. Not like they could get pregnant anyways, considering he shoots blanks…fuck he needed that. But he wanted to fuck them with his fingers first, to shove ‘em against a wall and bury his fingers knuckle deep into their cunt. So he did, he pulled them up and shoved them against the wall and pulled their jeans down, he pulled their underwear aside and inserted a finger, curling deep into their g spot to make them moan and beg.

“f-fuck-Ro-baby please-Ronin…” They moaned, grinding into his finger, they then cried out as he unexpectedly shoved in a second.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby…want me to loosen you up, hm? so that I can fuck you nice and deep later?” He cooed, whispering against their ear, his other hand covering their mouth. “Shhh sh sh, you’re so loud baby…they’ll hear us.” He shushed them, still fingering them relentlessly. Their eyes rolled back and their thighs started to tense, and right before they were about to cum, he withdrew his fingers, leaving them empty and aching. They whined as he left them, just for him to shove them onto the wall with their ass facing him.

“Be good and maybe i’ll let you cum, okay baby?” He sneered, making them face him before releasing their head. He lined himself up with their cunt, the area moist with the fluids of their sex…god it was sexy. He loved how they reacted to him, the way they yearned and needed him, it was so raw and primal…he forgot that this was his darling little writer with the way she had been so filthy and needy for him. So, With no warning, he went balls deep into them, fucking them with a relentless, needy pace.

“Oh fuck-jesus christ babe you’re tight…so fucking tight…god you’re gorgeous…” He groaned, pulling on their hair, watching their reaction as he pounded into them with reckless abandon. They looked so good like this, eyes rolled back, moaning like a desperate whore…beautiful. He wanted to ruin them, then build them back up again, and he’d do it as many times as needed.

“Fuck Ro-i’m gonna cum-fuck baby-let me cum.” Y/N moaned, eyes rolling back when he bit their shoulder with his canines.

“Yeah? I think i’ll let ya. You’ve been so good for me baby.” He responded, still groaning and grunting at the pace. Once he heard their moans grow louder and their walls clenching against him, he lost it. He came right there, in their cunt.

“Fuckkkk…god that was awesome…you’re awesome.” He chuckled, pulling out and tucking himself back into his boxers, then slipping his jeans on. He helped them put their shirt on, and once Y/N was dressed, he left a gentle kiss on their lips.

“How about we head to my place and cuddle while watching a movie. You hungry at all? I’ll cook ya something.” He offered, it was oddly sweet, kind of unlike him, but not unwelcome.

“Yeah a bit.” They responded.

“Sweet, me too. Wanna order something?”

“Sounds good.” Then the two began walking off hand in hand to Ronin’s house, where they’d spend the rest of their night in each other's arms. Maybe this meeting wasn’t so bad after all.

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