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Thanks man <3 Tbh I thought the dialogues would be hilarious and I was aiming for writing a reader/mc that returns Ronin’s unhinged and mocking character as that is how you get his route in the game.

NSFW Alphabet - Valentin Viljoen (MDNI)

Him

You (m and f friendly)

A – Aftercare, what he is like after sex:

V is perfect in every way with aftercare. Won’t move until you are entirely relaxed, only then will he gently help you to the bathroom to clean up. He will gently use a warm and soft towel, pester you with kisses and carry you to bed. You almost feel bad for having sex at this point because he works so hard.

“There, are you comfortable, love?”

“Yes Valentin, please come to bed now everything is great.”

B – Body, his favorite part of you and himself:

V loves his hair, he gives his appearance a lot of attention to look well put together and expensive. He probably puts on perfume or cologne every time he goes in the bathroom. His braids take lot of time but he likes them like that.

As for a part of you, it is going to be specific but he loves your curves. The curve of your ass when you are walking or slightly bending over to reach across, your waist when you arch to stretch, your chest and when you leave a window open to tease it he goes crazy.

“Are you doing that on purpose? Arching your back like that…”

“What are you gonna do about it? Hm? Wait- V! what the hell, put me down!”

C – Cum, where does he like to cum on you?

V, consequently loves cumming on your ass or your chest. It feels intimate in a way that no one would be able to see you that bare and mark you like he can. He likes how it glistens on your skin erotically, sometimes he smears it over your nipples and smiles when you jerk at the feeling.

“You look gorgeous, covered in me like that.”

“Im thinking about how we are going to get these off.”

D – Dirty Secret, pretty self explanatory- a dirty secret of theirs:

V has done something he actually considers a crime and would never ever admit out loud to you. As someone who hunts not convicted criminals who are escaping justice, this makes him feel kind of guilty but he can’t help himself.

He takes some of your underwear he fucked you in and hides it, jerking off against the cotton. His face is literally red whenever you ask if he has seen a certain underwear you really liked, denying it to the ends of earth.

“Hey, V, have you seen my black—“

“No.”

E – Experience, how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

V was a virgin when you guys met. Surprise. Maybe not? This man has tried relationships but because of his identity as Vigilante, he could never keep a relationship but he was never a man whose sex drive is high so that helped; it was always about connection. He learns through experience with you, trying things and figuring it out along the way.

“Am I doing this right, love?”

“It’s perfect V.”

F – Favorite Position, this goes without saying:

Mating press. He hooks his hands beneath your knees and bends you in half, this way he can see your face and where you are connecting clearly, each gush and squeeze. He likes how honest it is, so close, open and genuine; he loves how deep he can thrust in and you don’t have to move a muscle. Not to mention those nice sounds you let out and how your eyes roll back immediately.

“Keep looking at me like that, fuck.”

“Valentin, fucking hell…”

G – Goofy, are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

He is more serious than humorous, complete opposite of what Ronin is. Sex with you is so personal and intimate he could never make fun of it or during it, he would praise you and tell you how much he loves you. How that moment is worth everything. Unless you ask him specifically to talk dirty to you and play at degrading. He doesn’t like insulting you but would indulge you nonetheless.

“There is nothing more I want in this world than you, sweetheart…”

“V…”

“Shit…You are such a slut.”

H – Hair, how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?

Spotless and clean. He hates being itchy or smelly, never lets it grow above a fingernail tip. He likes being clean and thinks its basic manners, he would not want you to be thrown into pubic hair when sucking him off. And if you are showing the same commitment to being clean as he is, he especially would not want to not meet your expectations. But he doesn’t oblige you to shave, but he would like it more if you were responsible for yourself.

“When did I last shave?…Today. Why do you ask?”

“Aww man. I like it as a rainforest tho.”

“…excuse me?”

You are too much for his direct brain.

I – Intimacy, how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect:

Oh god such a romantic. He always makes sure you are comfortable with what he is doing, pleasures you first, never stops until you are satisfied. He knows your body in and out, and so knows how to treat you well.

“Mm, right there huh?”

J – Jack off, masturbation headcanon:

He jerks off during a call at midnight, your sleepy voice in his ear, tries so hard to hide it from you but he is shaking all over, biting his tongue to keep quiet as you kept telling him about your day. He loves the thrill. Sometimes you catch on and tease him on purpose.

“Y—Yeah, then what?”

“Mm, then I licked it all over.”

“What? Fucking hell…”

K - Kink, one or more of their kinks:

Dry humping, clothed sex and cockwarming. V used to think his kinks were weird because of some previous words of a lover, after you two started having sex he thinks his are minor compared to you.

When you are working on a book, he will sit you on his cock and refuse to let you move until you are done writing ten pages at least. Your whimpers and needy pleads get him throbbing inside you instantly.

In the morning when you make coffee he will approach from behind, hands on your hips and just start grinding his morning boner against your ass, then turn you around to hump himself against your crotch, making you both cum in your pants.

V is insane for clothed sex, he doesn’t think anything else can get him going as much as the thought of fucking you when you are barely out of your clothes and dirtying them in both his and your cum, loves grabbing at them.

“Baby, you just…ripped my shirt.”

“It’s your fucking fault for loving clothes in my way.”

L - Location, favorite places to do the do:

On your desk, shower and the bed. Usually it doesn’t matter but when he is especially aroused he fucks you on your desk, making you scream. In the shower, he always goes for a last round when you are a whining mess after a few rounds. He loves how slippery your skin is, and how the hot water makes everything ten times more intimate. Bed is a safe choice, whenever you have sex, no matter where, you always have a round last on the bed because it is your safe space. That sex is filled with love and gentleness.

“Come on baby, you can take one more round.”

“Ngh…yes Vaddy.”

“sighs”

M - Motivation, what turns them on, gets them going:

You are always such a brat, a smart mouth. Always managing to make him blush, stutter and embarrassed. You are a literal devil. But sometimes, Valentin manages to outsmart you. You get so speechless that he absolutely destroyed you in a verbal battle, jaw dropped. Well shit, now he is turned on. You stutter and blush, trying to answer him as he teases you further. Next thing you know you are either across his lap getting spanked or down on your knees taking his thick cock deep in your throat.

“I’ll teach you some fucking manners.”

N – No, what is his absolute no?

You might laugh at him but he would never fuck you in front of anyone, especially not in front of his animals. Or anywhere where they can hear you. He adores his pets, takes care of them and so he would feel extremely weird and awkward.

“At my house? No. Please.”

“Tsk, I need to mark your house with my scent Valentin.”

“Just what are you talking about..”

O - Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

Prefers giving. You make the most adorable noises when he is eating you out, your hand in his hair, hips buckling to his face as you cry out and cum in his mouth. He loves your taste, your shaking and how he can make stars explode behind your eyes. Amazing eater this one, so much more skilled than his fingers but hey- his fingers are good long.

“Shh, give it to me baby. Almost there?”

P - Pace, how fast he prefers to go:

Steady and deep. He doesn’t go fucking you to oblivion fast, he is a gentleman through and through. This doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good. He thrusts deep and hits your damn spot every time, drags himself, makes you feel every inch going in and out. He maintains a steady pace, doesn’t disrupt it when you get close either. When he is particularly impatient, he will just angle you better and rail you rough into the table.

“Ugh, shit. There we go, you can take it.”

Q - Quickie, opinions and experiences:

Not really a fan, he would rather do everything properly. From fore play to sex to aftercare, he wants to give you everything. They say devil gets in the way if you haste things, and he would hate that. It would ruin your entire sex schedule. But if you want it so much, he would do his best.

“You want it so much? Wha— what do you mean you will suck me so good- oh my god stop talking, okay?”

“You have six minutes to make me cum or else.”

R – Risk, what risks is he willing to take?

He normally wouldn’t take risks so he isn’t really willing much. As much he would do is risk getting you late to work. He is a simple man, okay? He doesn’t like spontaneous things, it makes him agitated. Maybe if you begged him enough, he would fold and give in.

“F-Fuck you in a voice call with others? *No.*”

“Pleaseeee Valentin, it would be so hot—“

S – Stamina, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

As long as you want. He is built like a tank, rarely gets too exhausted, or maybe he doesn’t show you. He could go for five, and more. Maybe a short break. He wants to satisfy you throughly, and his stamina can handle it so why not? Plus, you can’t exactly last after the third with how good he is doing you.

“No? What happened to ‘I can handle five rounds V’? Did I tire you out already, sweetheart?”

“Zzzz.”

T - do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

He doesn’t own any. Not for himself. But when he met your wild ass, he started using what you own because sometimes watching you writhe on the bed with a vibrator stuck inside you, hands tied behind your back, is arousing on its own. He hasn’t even touched you yet and you are already whining, squirming for more.

“I thought you wanted this, love? You wanted me to use it.”

“Oh come on…did you choose this time to listen to what I say?”

U - Unfair, how much they like to tease:

V likes teasing you when you are on the edge, not so much that you start getting overstimulated but enough to make you frustrated. Your face just has the most adorable pout, eyes narrowed in anger. If he could keep you like that all the time, so built up and on the edge, he would. Even though he knows you are even worse than him and will weaponize something against him as soon as possible. But it’s worth it.

“You want to come? How much? Tell me. Use your words.”

“You are gonna pay for this when I tie you up and do the same.”

V - Volume, how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

Between a groaner and a whimperer. He is a switch type of guy. He can be on top but letting you take the initiative is something he loves. Once the feelings get overwhelming and it feels too good, he whimpers against your neck, his dick twitching inside you. And once it feels so damn good, he loses himself and gets louder, groaning and grunting shamelessly.

I am not gonna write him groaning.

W - Wild card, a random headcanon for the character:

Valentin loves when you ride his face. His whole sweetness and embarrassed persona leaves when he pulls your crotch over his face and lets you fuck yourself in his tongue, mouth and nose. Even more if you are a sweetheart and reach back to stroke him because he is rock hard just getting suffocated.

“Mmf, yes baby, keep mmm going like that.”

“Shut up and keep sucking.”

X – X-ray, what lies beneath those clothes?

Not a gym type of man but he does cardio. He runs, walks and does pushups and sit-ups. We have ourself a fine looking man here. Lean, firm muscles, nice shoulders and biceps— has abs. Not six pack, but there are lines. Strong legs, nice calves. A nice, delicious V line. Down there he is slightly longer and thicker than average, 16-17 cm. This man is a dream.

“I’m glad you like the view.”

Y - Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

He doesn’t even like you, he loves you. What you have with him is built on trust and loyalty and honesty. He has never met someone quite like you before. You came in and changed his life and habits. He was turned from someone who has no desire for sex to someone who can’t resist when you give him a little look. Subtle teasing, bickering, acting like a brat, submitting and he is in the mood. He goes crazy for whatever you are doing to him.

“Oh yeah? Come here and strip. Or do you need me to fuck the brattiness out of you?”

“Oh my god 😦.”

Z - Zzz, how quickly they fall asleep afterwards:

thank you so much (*＞∇＜)ﾉ

NSFW Alphabet — Ronin Beaufort

Ronin

You (m and f friendly)

A – Aftercare, what he is like after sex:

Not overly sweet, but not his usual mockery either. A few kisses on your face, hands feeling you to make sure you aren’t gone and are there, maybe teases you a little, mostly looks out of it like his mind is elsewhere.

“I’m…fine. I suppose it’s…making me feel some type of way. C’mere, let’s stay like this for a few more minutes.”

“…Hm, that was kinda adorable.”

B – Body, his favorite part of you and himself:

Ronin’s favorite part of your body would not be anything you expect, probably. Being such a hard person to read, he had never directly told you he adored some particular part of you. When asked, Ronin would joke he loves your pretty little head because it is just so crackable with a crowbar– though in his rotten mind he has a thing for your thighs.

They are so delicious looking in a way that has him grab them every once in a while; when you are just sitting, Ronin would trail a finger down on your thigh and grin when you give him a look. Would absolutely grab and leave finger marks during intimacy, he loves leaving prints on you, or have your thighs wrapped around his waist or head.

“Yeah darlin’ spread them just like that or I might fuckin’ snap them open.”

“Easy, fucking easy Ronin, ow!”

As for himself, Ronin is proud of everything. His arms. He built them swinging.

C – Cum, where does he like to cum on you?

He doesn’t exactly have a favorite, the sex itself matters more to him but if he had to absolutely choose, it would be your face or inside. He loves how you get riled up when he messes your pretty face with his cum, looking up at him with those shameless and fierce eyes while your lips and cheeks are literally sticky.

Inside you is mostly because majority of the time he is too into it and wants you to feel him and milk him dry, all while he mumbles horrible praises one should be offended with but you are out of your mind and are into it. He loves how sick you are for him.

“Fuuck, aren’t you a good one? Keep those eyes on me, shit, so obsessed with me yeah?”

“Fuck you. You are so gross.”

D – Dirty Secret, pretty self explanatory- a dirty secret of theirs:

Well…Ronin is pretty grotesque and you do love that about him, but he is not really the one to keep anything he wants a secret with what he wants to do with you sexually.

However,

He did keep one thing hidden. One little thing that gets him going even when alone, and one he didn’t say because he wasn’t sure if you were ready yet.

Taking you in a bloody bath. Your body slipping from his grip due to blood, engaging in multiple sins at once, the smell of iron suffocating you both as he pressed your head down in the puddle. What was better than marking your love with blood and gore?

“Look so pretty when your face is covered in guts baby, lift up and let me see- damn, a fucking masterpiece.”

“I smell terrible it can’t be that good.”

E – Experience, how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

He is in his early 20s, had two lovers before you and I presume he had sex with his Ther in their times if things were similar to what they had in GG. He does not fuck around, he never had flings because he doesn’t want to screw someone he isn’t intimate with.

But that doesn’t mean this man doesn’t know what he is doing. He is very good, he is very observant and notices every little reaction. Knows where to grab, touch; how to thrust, pace and arrange his roughness. He knows exactly what he is doing, and you are done.

“Wanna be my Virgin Marry, darlin’? Oh, no? Don’t like that? Well, then maybe you can be my Lilith.”

“….I dunno about that baby.”

F – Favorite Position, this goes without saying:

Him on top of you, against the wall, from the back while your face is pressed down so hard you can’t breath; he likes seeing your face more, your reactions to everything he is doing. He wants your nails digging into his skin like stakes, back arched towards him like he is your salvation, he likes marking your skin with harsh hickeys so you facing him is his favorite.

“This is a bit intimate, isn’t it darlin’? Shit, you are so fucking pretty when you are dying for me.”

“My god-“

“No god here baby, just me.”

G – Goofy, are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

Oh, I think we all know this man loves teasing you and being humorous during it. He is never completely serious. Even when he is being serious. It’s not that he isn’t taking sex with you seriously, he just can’t help loving you this way. He sees it as something to be truly connected and his feelings just pour out in teases and jokes that sometimes has you giggling as well, sometimes irritated.

“Let’s just cuddle and if it slips in, it slips in.”

“Ronin i swear to god-“

H – Hair, how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?

He is buzzed, not clean shaved. He takes pride in being clean and then likes ruining that. Thats what he is, he ruins things. He loves rotting things. Sometimes leaves it off, it is nice to see hair growing over his marks, makes him feel confident and he feels he looks good.

“I haven’t shaved yet. You don’t mind? Hahaha, that’s gross. What?.. Don’t give me those eyes. Relaxxx, I’m merely kidding.”

“You will be my 13th reason.”

I – Intimacy, how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect:

He loves letting you start the intimacy, seeing you wanting him; your romance was not the usual kind, Ronin was a romantic in his head, and in your head- his rotten praises, your teases, his mockery, your speechlessness…He is intense, intimate and utterly grotesque.

“But you love that, don’t you?”

“Shut your pie hole.”

J – Jack off, masturbation headcanon:

Ronin much rather to have you than masturbate. Why would he stroke himself alone when you are completely corrupted by him, wanting him as he was? But he likes mutual masturbation. You touching yourself, fingers glistening with your arousal because you were watching him jerking off with almost no reaction and utterly unable to touch him.

“Want it? Hmm, do it a bit faster and maybe I will let you.”

“Please.”

K - Kink, one or more of their kinks:

Bondage, edging and knife play. You can get crazy often during intimacy and he takes advantage of that to force you further, binds your wrists to the bedpost with a belt while he slowly teases you.

He has a small pocket knife he carries for emergencies, and though he doesn’t nick you, (unless you are actually into that) he hovers it, caresses your skin because you like the anticipation and the risk, and he likes your excitement.

If you were into actual knife play, he wouldn’t mind leaving small cuts at precise times to add to your pleasure when you are close to your orgasm.

“Do you like the feeling, darlin’?”

“Uh- no- this is fucking burning!” “do it more”

L - Location, favorite places to do the do:

Purgatory. Goes without saying and sounds cliche but it means a lot to both of you. It’s the place you two saw each other first, shared a kiss and fucked against the wall. He could never forget that day. It’s his favorite playground, in every aspect. It symbolizes you having the chance of being pure and a saint but choosing to fall and be corrupted with him instead. And he fucking loves that.

“You know the drill, baby. Hands around my neck and hoist those legs up around my waist.”

“You are over 6 feet Ronin, help me up.”

M - Motivation, what turns them on, gets them going:

Ronin loves bickering with you, even over the simplest things like an argument about if you can pee in the shower or not, he can turn it into a joke which makes you even angrier and you walk up to him, eyes raging, and he is in the mood.

If you do finally kill someone, call him and he sees you in blood, freshly having taken a life, your eyes sparkling with a thrill so familiar to him, proudly asking his help to carve out the aorta and fuck he is hard. You are not carving that aorta anymore.

N – No, what is his absolute no?

If you know him enough, Ronin is not the type to judge you for anything you want. He would be down to try it if you are so excited for it, if you give your consent to him. One single thing he would absolutely not do or attempt is forcing you into anything. Even when it was your first kiss, he let you choose to do it. He let you want to grab him and kiss him. He would not do anything without confirmation and consent.

“Yeah? You want this? Tell me you do. I want- no, need to hear it.”

O - Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

Goes both ways, favors giving— more like favors making you beg and cry so he actually gives. He is an amazing eater, skilled with his pierced tongue, knows exactly how rough and where to lick and suck until your legs are shaking. He bites, definitely. Laughs into your skin when you hiss and pull on his hair. He loves denying you relief, and loves how you are too eager to suck him off too.

“Oh well, what do we say darling? No, not please. What am I, Christ? A please is not enough. Tell me what you want, and I will do it. Anything. Say it. Say, ‘I want you to eat me out Ronin.’”

“I am not saying that asshole. This is a feast, take it or leave it.”

P - Pace, how fast/slow he goes:

Slow and deep when he is feeling like teasing you, hands hold down your waist so you take it. Fast and still deep when he is done teasing and is too aroused to go in a steady pace. He is consistent too, once he starts going fast he will keep it fast.

“Faster? You want me to go faster? Damn darlin’, okay. I will make you feel every inch, every bit.”

Q - Quickie, thoughts and experiences:

Loves them. Would go anywhere. First time you found and went to his workplace where he works as a mechanic, he was wearing a white sleeveless shirt because of the heat, drenched in sweat and grease and oh boy you went feral even he was surprised. Took you in your car, a silent quickie and you didn’t even take off your clothes. He never let you live it down and when you texted him you needed him when he was at work, he would reply he could always go for a quick sex.

“Come over with the car, I only need 5 minutes to send you over to the other side.”

“5 MINUTES?!”

R – Risk, what risks is he willing to take?

Literally anything. Ronin gets off on the thrill of the unpredictability because it directly opposes pre-destiny, he would bend you over in the literal alleyway you two met in and pound you shamelessly. Which he did. He mainly knows nothing will happen, but he loves to keep you on your toes and make you clench around him thinking you can get caught at any time, begging him to go faster and trying oh so hard to stay quiet. You were so oblivious in the haze of pleasure.

“Gotta be quick? No, I want to take my time with you. Aww, is my little writer afraid they will get caught with the Butcher balls deep inside them?”

“Oh my god- fuck- I am going to murder you if we get caught. Go faster.”

S – Stamina, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

With this literal devil’s killer stamina? Four. And more. A small break when you finger yourself, then he can keep going. Ideally, one or two is enough for him but if you are insatiable and he is insatiable good luck because every time his effort is the same and he looks a lot more sexier the more orgasms you give him.

“You want another one? Darlin’ do you want to completely drain me?”

“Oh I am going to drain you alright. Of your fucking blood.”

T - do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

I feel like he doesn’t own toys, he didn’t need them for himself and since he wasn’t in an active relationship he didn’t need to own any. After you though, if you do have any toys you wanted to use he would be all in for it. He would make you use a vibrator while all of you are in a voice call playing mafia and you have to keep yourself together while he keeps making implied statements.

“I think you are the mafia darlin’. Because you seem to be stuttering a lot and your voice is shaking. Are you lying?”

“…you shsure are having fun, aren’t you.”

U - Unfair, how much they like to tease:

A lot. Bunch of. The devil has an edging kink and a thing for hearing you beg, writhe and struggle he would absolutely tease you to tears. Tease you with his tip before entering you, tease you with his tongue- never quite putting it on where you want, hands teasing, even words are teasing.

“You are doing great baby.”

“Oh I hate you so much…”

V - Volume, how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

Groans. Not a whimperer. Sharp grunts followed by a huffed laugh and a mockery. He also dirty talks, he is pretty loud but not too loud, not as loud as you that’s for sure. It is a way to show you he is loving every minute of you, how good you feel, how much he loves you.

“Feel so fuckin’ good baby, fuck-“

W - Wild card, a random headcanon for the character:

He loves being caressed. Not in a gentle way but like you are tracing his body like trying to memorize it. Nails scraping against his toned stomach, thighs, lips brushing his jaw, neck, throat, fingertips around his nipples— he goes mad for it. Once you discovered how much it turns him on and gets his breathing quickened, you abused it so much it became foreplay.

“…shit, hahh.”

“…did you just whine?”

X – X-ray, what lies beneath those clothes?

Pretty strong and lean. Not bulky. He doesn’t work out in the usual sense, he has arms day every day- at work as a mechanic and when he was swinging his crowbar to crush skulls. So his biceps are firm. Though they are not exactly stone, he also has abs, you could feel the firmness if you touched his abdomen.

As for his size, Ronin is approximately 17 cms. Which is very ideal considering his situation. It’s not too thick not too thin, pink tip, and the marks of his operation.

“You like what you see?”

He would eat your reactions up.

Y - Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

Ronin is not one of the constantly horny guys, rather some things you do drives him feral and he just has to feel you; know that you are there, alive and with him. So when it’s a normal day, in the server, just talking etc. he doesn’t think of sex that much.

When he is hunting and killing? Oh he yearns. The thrill pumps blood straight to his cock when he remembers you, sees the ghost of you fucking in Purgatory and calls you to see if you are home.

“Darlin’? Are you home? Yeah? Good.”

“What the fuck, are you coming to kill me or something?”

Z - Zzz, how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

He will watch you fall asleep first. Running his knuckles over your cheek, his fingers through your hair until your teases and conversations die down to a peaceful sleep. He likes seeing how safe you look with him, you trusted him so much, and he wasn’t going to refuse. Falls asleep right after.

Yes we know its totally for the cutie and not you ❤️

I actually have been working on this drawing for a while for my rendering but now that the opportunity has presented itself, I will go ahead and use it.

Also if you can tell, this was gonna be a Lucien drawing first but I turned it into Eris and they are related so I guess it isn’t far off?

Looked into some inspirations here and there as I still am navigating through anatomy.

Feast your eyes babes 🫡.

This scene was my turning point 😔

Inspiration was from @erin-bo-berin ‘s last updated chapter The Dove.

Ps. I can’t believe this took me five days, taking a break here and there.

this is my like first attempt at writing V so I hope I get him right.

@elliethesheep hope you enjoy it, it's a bit short though.

* V definitely has watched V for Vendetta multiple times and occasionally repeats his lines when he is alone in his room. He also think he gets it perfectly.

*Love Language:

Since his love language is acts of service, I strongly believe V would do household chores. You come home, sighing, tired and see the dishes done, garbage out, rooms cleaned. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask for acknowledgement; he is just happy to take the weight off your shoulders.

One day you had came back from work, the editing of your book was almost over and the stress has been tiring you more than usual. At times like this, your boyfriend Valentin -it was still so weird to call him that in your head- was a great help. Since his home was compromised, he had been living with you and thank god he was. He was so sweet, always making you coffee in the morning like how you liked it, without you having to ask.

That night he must have seen your exhaustion and stress, because after you got out of shower your clothes were let out already, a soft classical music -you recognized it was Beethoven- playing and a mug of hot chocolate was on your desk.

You had gotten dressed to find him, he was sat on the couch, looking at his phone. You approached him quietly and leaned against the back of the couch, whispering in his ear: “Hi Vigilante.”

He sighed, sensing the mischief in your tone already. He was done with you but could never be actually done with you. “Yes?”

“I have hot chocolate in my room.” There was more of that silence where he made it clear he was not going to indulge you. “Did you make it?

“Did you?”

You paused.

“No? That’s why I am asking.” V stayed silent and turned his head to look at you.

“Hm. Well if you didn’t make it and you know you didn’t make it...”

Oh, you saw where this was going.

“I wonder who made it if not you.”

“Okay V, fuck you.” You heard him chuckling quietly as you turned to leave and drink that hot choco you knew would taste amazing.

“You are welcome.”

* He sleeps with a plushie. You caught him once. He was absolutely defensive, one minute threatening you one minute asking you not to tell anyone. You swore on your dignity.

Then told Misaki the next day.

* You also caught him listening to Ariana Grande. You got a mic and started singing- his face was so red you couldn’t stop teasing him for weeks. One month later Angel was teasing him about it as her and Misaki had got him started to it- he knew it was you but couldn’t prove it.

* Mafia:

You were great at being the Mafia. Not arrogance, you haven’t lost once when you played with the server; the only one that sniffed you out was Ronin but he was an asshole so no one believed him anyways.

Angel, almost ironically, rarely became Mafia. Misaki was the Detective regardless of their actual role, Luca could not hold his role a secret if his life depended on him, Feli was an expert with a close record to Ronin who mocked everyone occasionally, Vince was your narrator and then there was V.

The painfully obvious. Or maybe just to you. He was a good detective but never managed to convince anyone.

“I’m telling you it’s Ronin!”

“You say that every game Misaki.” Angel sighed, she was tired but she would never miss a game.

“Yeah and every 20 times I am right!” Misaki shouted, they weren’t the mafia and they were kind of right. Ronin was the mafia, and you were. And V was “onto you”.

“It’s MC.” he said for the 100th time.

“How can you say that V?” you pouted, a whine to your voice he told himself not to fall for.

“It’s you and Ronin.” V snarked.

“That would be a terrible match.” your partner in crime said, sounding perfectly bored.

“You are just obsessed with us V.”

“Ugh.” He groaned, utterly fed up. “No, you are the mafia. Stop lying.”

The crowd hang Ronin, who surprisingly did not sell you out after, was found. It fell on you and you threw the shade at V. Your victim. V for Vigilante? More like V for Victim, ha.

“It’s not me, MC is tricking you.”

Ps: And regarding my previous ask, I wasnt Looking for anything in general! It's Just Nice to set boundaries so people know what not to ask considering How commun It Is to people request really creppy stuff in This app apparently/gen (Ex: heavy gore, animal dead, scat, SA/Non con, Minor x adult, incest)😰/Concerned

Part 1.

TW. gore, blood, whole disgusting stuff

(This is a short one just to navigate through the start and see if anyone will be interested, so don’t forget to let me know if you ARE interested.)

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You were never one of those kids who played outside, fed the stray cats or pick up flowers for your mom. More like spent your days trying to survive your fucked up dad and his no good of a mom wife, all while trying to keep up with school.

You will have a better future, they said; your family wasn’t even around to tell you to fuck off. It used to hurt you, you know. Their absence, the sight of happy families…having people waiting eagerly for your return from school. Now it is just a hallow memory, just two people who brought you into this shit world and disappeared.

Well, you didn’t think things would end up like *this*, sure- but you sure as hell knew nothing good was gonna become of you. Making money working as a bartender at a bar -not a café because people were too bright and happy there- and occasionally…accidentally swinging your pretty bat to drunkards heads. They end up dead, needless to say. Do you feel guilt? Nah, not really. Your folks made sure of that years ago.

You shook drinks all night, listened to people venting or trying to flirt- your attention was on those who caused a problem, harassing people or those who come in here and think they can tell you how to do your job. So you showed them your other job. You follow them out, an arm around their shoulder and a sultry voice is enough for them to follow you towards the back like a lost puppy, and then comes the bat. Your beautiful sinner, thorny rose. You put some screws on it and hit them right in the throat, the sound enough to draw a giggle.

This was nice. You barely afforded rent and had no friends but you were truly happy for once in your life. Until the news started to pay more attention to someone else’s murders.

The Devil’s Butcher, rained hell over the streets again.

You hated whoever that was. They stole your spot life, got a media name and was known for being the gorest- if that was even a word. You knew they had to be doing this on purpose. When your murders made the headlines, Butcher was in a gruesome alley blowing people’s skulls and leaving stupid demonic signs with their…everything. Gotta admit, they weren’t bad. If you weren’t so ambitious, you even might have been a fan.

Today, leaving work as usual, no murder because you weren’t in the mood, you passed two friends who looked too scared to be out at this hour.

“I’m telling ya bro, a fucking blood bath.” You squinted your eyes as you slowed your steps to listen more.

“Oh god, I saw the leaked crime scene pictures today and I was gonna throw up.” Your hand gripped your bag harder, this much gore could only mean one thing. Your worst nightmare had outdone itself again.

The boys’ voices faded as you hurried your steps to your apartment, which was a few blocks away. Though your head was at somewhere else, you kept thinking about finding this rival of yours and show them the Devil was killable. You wanted to burst their artery, watch them trying to breathe before you ripped his heart out and put it in a jar in your house like a fucking trophy. Your life would be complete then.

As you rounded a turn an idea popped into your head. It was disgusting, horrible and utterly necessary. Steps came to a halt and you suddenly changed your destination, smiling to yourself as the alley of the Purgatory came visible. You always left your bat hidden in the bar somewhere, but you did carry a pocket knife, and you didn’t need anything else either.

You entered under the cut tires, the alley was quiet- the crime scene was poorly kept- as people came here for the thrill all the time. This meant an opportunity for you, an opportunity to shove your murder and challenge into The Butcher’s face. Hearing hushed talking, you made your way towards them. Two men, possibly homeless or wanted, standing around a dimly lit barrel fire.

You didn’t notice when the knife was out, or when you threw your bag to the floor and jumped right towards them. You were something else when “hunting”, the joy blinded you as you sliced and diced them; letting them scream so someone would hear and remember this.

You stood in that alley for an hour, setting up a masterpiece you were proud of. Blood had splashed to the walls, there were blood pooling around your shoes while your two muses stood upside down. You left that alley with a smile on your face that would not fade away for a good long time.

…

It was a usual morning for the devil, wake up looking like his charming self as always, go to work and all that stuff until he could breathe again in front of his pc- checking the Slaughterhouse Losers and reminding them he was alive and they should be grateful for that.

That’s when Ronin saw last night’s news. Angel had sent the link, knowing it wasn’t done by him but it was done in his favorite spot. His first instinct was quiet, he didn’t open the link for a few minutes- not out of speechlessness but his growing interest and the door to entertainment.

His hand moved the mouse to click it, the news immediately filling his screen. It took him a minute to get access to the crime photos and the sight made him breathless. In all his life, Ronin had been stolen of air only twice: one belonged to Ther’s existence and their death, the other was reserved for his butchering obviously. But never for someone else’s murder, no, this wasn’t murder. This was intent, it was a dirty act, a dare he couldn’t help but laugh at.

The murder scene was so red the walls weren’t visible. Someone had stranded two men upside down on separate poles, their hands above their heads like how Jesus H. Christ was crucified. The pretties thing was the message you had left behind screwed onto the man’s chest.

“No it’s not the Butcher baby, do not insult me.”

Shiiit, someone was pissed with him.

“The Antichrist.” Damn, were you trying to flirt?

“Oh fuck, who are you, you rotten little thing?” Ronin didn’t realize he was grinning, leaning forward instinctively towards the monitor. He was not letting whoever this was go, he would catch you in his claws and taste your corruption or better yet- see if he could make you worse.

He did not know who you were, but you were hell of a fun and he wasn’t planning on letting you be. You wanted a challenge? You were gonna get filth and fucked up until you couldn’t take it.