Hi and welcome back! Can i request MGR Raiden x Autistic Fem Reader: Where the reader gives Raiden affection (like kissing him on the cheek or lips, and gives him a hug) everytime he comes back from missions before spending the rest of the day together, as for Raiden, he enjoys them and appreciate it as the reader accepted him of who he is.
A few days went by, everything between Raiden and the reader was going fine. Until he starts noticing Jake The Ripper has been restless (like feeling him clawing to get out) and doesn't understand why. But he managed to keep his alter-ego at bay. However, it eventually became more difficult for Raiden while hiding his inner struggle from the reader and keeping his distance (fearing of what Jake might do to her).
When the reader noticed Raiden has not been himself, she gets concerned and went to see him (wonder of what's wrong). Instead, she gets an unexpected visit from Jack The Ripper and his appearance made her nervous at first until it turned out that he was jealous of Raiden getting affection from the reader.
After the reader and Jack talked it out, he gives Raiden back control and gets concerned (and apologies to her). The reader reassures him before explaining to him of what happened? And is it okay if you can add a fluff ending?
Side Note: Hopefully you had a good new year's eve, and when i was writing this request, i'm curious of how Jack The Ripper interacts with an autistic reader. So i won't mind of how you'll write this, and this is my first time requesting on here. Have a good day or night 😊
Thank you, I know this is really late and I apologize, but I've been doing great and hope you are too! Enjoy!
Kisses (MGR!Raiden x Fem!Autistic!Reader)
If there was one thing Raiden could say his life previously lacked and that he wished he had more of it, it was love.
From a painfully early age, he'd been introduced to the dark arts of quiet murder and forced onto the battlefield to fight for causes he couldn't even understand, taking the lives of people he didn't know, all without a moral purpose, being driven on only by the jolts to his brain's pleasure center that his superiors would give him as a sick reward every time he made a kill.
That was the way he lived for a long time, clawing, scrambling, stabbing and choking all so he could experience that fleeting moment of ecstasy. No child, teenager, or full grown adult should have ever been treated that way, but Raiden was, and it took its toll on him. He developed an alter ego to control his murderous tendencies that had engraved themselves into his very soul over the years, and even gave him a name: Jack, after him. People added "the Ripper" part later on and it just stuck.
Jack the Ripper hadn't come out since you walked into his life. You gave him everything he wished he had in his life, and more. You gave him love, you gave him affection, you gave him attention, you made him feel safe, and most of all, you made him look forward to coming home.
Before, his house was just that; a house. A cold, soulless building he could take shelter in for a night. He would never get too attached to it since there was nothing worth attaching himself to—it could have burned down while he was away and he wouldn't have even cared. Now it was someplace warm, usually filled with the smell of waffles, freshly made coffee, or baked bread, somewhere he could relax in; a place where he could be him. He would defend this place and all that was in it with his life, or die trying.
Every little "Jackie!!" that greeted him when he set foot through the door sent his electric heart into overdrive. He never understood why you called him that, but he found it adorable when you did, even if the name "Jackie" made him think you were referring to a lady whose full name was Jacqueline.
He lived for the way you'd throw yourself into his arms and squeeze him like he was a stress ball, (in a way he was) and felt like melting into a puddle of metallic goo every time you kissed him. You seemed to like kissing him because you would kiss him all over; on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his lips—or what remained of them—and his jaw, completely disregarding the sharpness of the metal. You loved him unconditionally, it was clear, and he loved you for that, more than you would ever know.
You would always cling to his side after he got home, and he never objected. Raiden would cherish each and every one of these moments—they brought him joy like nothing else ever could and anything he might have enjoyed in the past paled in comparison. Yes, even his childhood "reward".
You could have said that your relationship was as smooth and sweet as a bar of high quality milk chocolate, but that would have been an understatement. Besides, things didn't stay that peaceful for long; a few days had gone by and Raiden was acting more unusual than usual, which could be pretty unusual. You normally wouldn't have paid it much mind, since Raiden's behavior changed from time to time and he tended to do very bizarre things, such as attempting to channel electrolytes into the toaster, but this time, he was talking to himself—and he wasn't absently making remarks like "oh, I should buy vegetables" or something of that sort. He was having full on, very serious conversations with himself, usually directed at the palm of his right hand. Whatever he was arguing with himself about must have been very grim indeed, as it eventually drove him to lock himself in the bedroom and stay there for hours, refusing to come out for any reason or even crack open the door to talk.
What he wasn't telling you was that his alter ego, the very same one he'd named, was trying to get out. He'd kept Jack the Ripper's existence a secret from you up until this point, and was hoping to keep it that way. Jack the Ripper was far too violent, far too psychotic, far too much of a piece of shit to be near you, but at the rate his control over him was declining, he might not have any say in the matter.
Meanwhile, you were getting frustrated. Raiden could do some pretty weird things, and you didn't mind that much, but his behavior indicated something was seriously wrong, and in a healthy relationship like this one, when something is this wrong, you need to discuss it. So, you retrieved a spare key to your bedroom that Raiden ironically asked you to keep in the kitchen in case you locked yourself out of your own room, and used it to get in. You weren't sure what to expect from him once you got there, but it sure wasn't this.
"Jackie?" You asked, of the quivering, convulsing mass writhing on the floor. "Are you okay?"
"Okay?" Repeated the mass angrily. "Do I look okay?" Raiden—or at least what you thought was Raiden—heaved himself up off the floor and approached you predatorily. This convinced you that the person before you wasn't who you thought it was.
"Who are you? What did you do to him?" You demanded. You weren't exactly in a place to make demands, since the approaching menace had you cornered between himself and the door, but you demanded anyway.
"I didn't do anything," He answered. "Why would I anyway? I need his body to live. If anyone did anything to him, it was you."
"Me?!"
"You."
"What'd I do?!" You couldn't believe this new person inhibiting Raiden's body was accusing you of all people of having done something to him. You liked to think you were doing a good job as his girlfriend.
"You made him all mushy inside," The thing that was and yet was not Raiden sneered. "With all your food, and your squealing, and your kissing." He paused a moment and narrowed his one eye, which was a frightening shade of red, shoulders heaving dramatically, as if he were fighting back the urge to grab you by the throat and strangle you. Trembling, you placed your hand on the doorknob and gripped it tightly, fearing you might have to make a break for it very soon.
In a few moments, "Raiden" spoke again.
"Oh God, the kissing! Why do you have to kiss him so much?!"
"What?!"
"That's right, girlie! You and all your sappy, lovey-dovey garbage has had him mentally doing cartwheels—head over heels in love, as they say."
"Well...isn't that a good thing?" You challenged. "If you...live inside him, shouldn't you be happy that he's happy?"
"No!" The being exploded. "I sure as hell ain't happy!"
"Why not?"
"Because I want kisses too!"
Silence fell upon the room. Cold and tense, it had the effect of stiffening every single one of your muscles, preventing you from throwing the door open and bolting down the hall, as you originally planned. Frozen with fear and confusion, you stared at him with wide, trembling eyes, trying desperately to understand what he just said.
"Could...you repeat that...please?" You said these words in a barely audible whimper, worried that he would attack you for speaking too loudly. Judging from how he took deep, shivering breaths while raking his claws up and down his metal legs to produce a horrible screeching noise, he probably would.
"Never mind." He grumbled, turning away and walking over to the nearby window.
"Uh, wait," You began, still flattened against the door. "You still...umm...haven't answered my question."
"Oh yeah?" Growled he, fixing his red eyeball on you. "And what was that again?"
"Who are you?" When he sharply turned away again, you feared he was preparing to attack. Thankfully, he only sighed, ran his claws up and down his legs again and answered,
"Name's Jack. Jack the Ripper. I'm kinda like your lover boy's other self. A more...violent self."
"But you are him, right?"
"No. Well...kinda. It's complicated. We share the same body and some memories. But one thing's for sure," The way his voice dipped suddenly made you jump slightly and turn the doorknob just a little bit in anticipation.
"Yeah," Jack the Ripper resumed. "One thing's for sure. We can't feel what the other one's feeling. So when you kiss him, I DON'T GET SHIT!"
His sudden proclamation echoed throughout the room for a solid six seconds, and had the same freezing effect as his silence. The good news was that this clarified a lot of things for you—this whole time, Jack the Ripper was just jealous. Poor guy. He must have been through more stuff than Raiden had, with absolutely no one to hold him or keep him company, or kiss him, like he so desperately desired.
"I'm sorry," You ventured, journeying away from the door and up to him. He was now staring angrily at the window, not looking through it, but rather glaring at it, as if he was trying to slice the glass with his gaze. "Honestly, I didn't know you even existed."
"Yeah, real typical of ol' "Jackie" to keep me hidden," Jack the Ripper mumbled bitterly.
"Well, I'm apologizing on his behalf, ok?" You said, taking one of his balled up fists in yours. "Can't say what he wanted, but I sure didn't mean to make you jealous, it's just, I only thought there was one of you in there."
"Well now you know." Huffed the Ripper.
"I do know. And...well...I wouldn't mind giving you that kiss now."
"There's no point," The cyborg sighed. "It'd feel like you're pitying me, and I hate being pitied."
"But I'm not—"
"Save it for Raiden," He cut you off, yanking his hand out of yours. "Thanks for hearing me out, I guess."
With that, he sat on the bed, put his head in his hands, and went immobile for the next minute or so. When he looked up again, Raiden—the real Raiden—was back in control, and upon seeing your wide-eyed expression, let out a long, suffering groan, and slowly stood up.
"Are you...back to yourself?" You almost hesitated to ask.
"Yes," Raiden exhaled, standing up. "Sorry you had to see that. That was Jack the Ripper, he—"
"He introduced himself, don't worry," You interjected softly. "I also found out he's very jealous. Of us."
"He demanded kisses from you," Raiden nodded. "I know, I heard." He blew out a sigh before continuing, "I'm sorry for keeping him a secret. I should've known he was gonna come out sooner or later, but I didn't think it'd be this soon. I just couldn't control him anymore. Sorry."
"It's fine, it's fine!" You insisted, a big grin breaking out onto your face. "He seems fun. I kinda like him."
"Do ya now?" Raiden let out an unconvinced series of dry chuckles. "Really? That's rare—he's got his name for a reason."
"I don't think so," You shrugged. "I think he's misunderstood. All he really seems to want is kisses."
"He must get that from me." Raiden said simply, insinuating his desires. Without missing a beat, you leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips, then pulled back and did it again.
"That one's for 'the Ripper'," You told him playfully, able to see the confusion in his eyes.
From that moment forwards, every time you hugged, kissed, or gave Raiden any kind of affection in general, you did it twice, one for him, and one for Jack the Ripper. It has so far kept both of them very happy.
