dear detective...

dear detective...

[the-manors-writer]

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「 你像秋天一样归来，我每一次跌倒。」 last updated: 01/08/2022

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status: mod orpheus is working on the new yandere blog! mod aesop is working on reqs

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latest fic:  yandere!postman w/ kidnapped!reader [coa v universe] latest headcanon: hangover!joseph w/ s/o who admires him latest interaction: andrew kreiss

「 在玫瑰园做一朵向日葵。」

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[the-manors-writer]

Heloo, would yoh mind do some Edgar sfw & nsfw headcanons? Thabk you ^°^

Request: General Edgar headcanons

Pairing: [Edgar Valden] Painter x gn!reader

Warnings: General NSFW, degradation, roleplaying, mentions of god and worshipping

Edgar Valden

SFW

Edgar was a menace to everyone in the manor. He was seen as that spoiled little painter brat.

He constantly insulted anyone over the littlest of mistakes made, degrading them to the filth they are.

Edgar sees you as his one and only muse, that perfect model, the inspiration to get him out of his art-blocks.

Hence he treats you differently. Or just a little, insults were still thrown at you – But with a lighter and joking undertone.

The painter always seemed to be mad at everything and everyone if things doesn't go his way. The only time he truly is at somewhat of peace was when he's painting with the utmost of concentration.

Edgar has a bad habit of spitting at people. As though he was some royalty and everyone else around him were peasants.

Edgar was born with heterochromia but he hated how it looked so he wears contacts to hide it. And only you know of this little secret of his.

His paintings' colour scheme usually consists of black and red or any dull and dark colours. But when he paints you, he prefers sticking with more lighter and vibrant colours for the painting.

You are like the sunshine to him, lighting up his day and shooing the gloomy clouds around him.

Edgar often calls you to his room, either to laze around if there were no matches or more posing and painting.

He doesn't usually hang works of his on the walls of his room unless it was the most perfect portrait of himself. But there's a bewitching vibrant painting of you drawn a while ago hung where the sun shines in at.

NSFW

Now Edgar usually refrains himself from insulting you too much, but seeing as how you love it oh so much like the disgusting slut you are, he would gladly degrade you.

He prefers taking control in bed but he wouldn't mind being controlled, only if he's in the mood.

Only in bed, does he find the courage to praise you, to tell you what a good little dog you are.

Edgar loves roleplaying, like taking the role of someone of high status whilst you're merely a peasant mortal.

Looking down at you as you tremble and shiver under his sharp gaze and every little touch to your bare sensitive skin.

He'll be the only god you'd ever call out for.

"'Oh my god' you say? Indeed I'm here, am I not?" "I'm your god, the only one you'll ever worship for."

There are times things went fast in bed, other times he wants it to go slow. As he teases you with the soft clean tip of his paint brush, moving it slowly along your skin, down your sides, up and back down again.

Whispering the lewdest things you've ever heard from his mouth into your ear for only you to hear, as you 'suffer' from his warmth and touches.

[ art credit - @LBZJJAXy7aTYBkt ]

[the-manors-writer]

looks directly at your face as I greedily eat ALL your works. all of them /pos

Oh dear me detective! There's more coming soon, may you eat them as well when the time comes. :)

Yours Sincerely, Mod Aesop

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[the-manors-writer]

You guys okay? I hope you guys are doing fine and for your writer's block to end!

Maybe you should close the requests for awhile, so that you guys don't have to worry about the requests piling up while you take a break. Just a suggestion though!

Enjoy your days/evenings :D

Good day detective! Thank you for the suggestion, I have since updated the status for inbox requests — We are doing fine, Mod Orpheus is busy making other stuff whilst I have yet to finish all the requests, don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to manage! Hope you have a wonderful day/night <3.

Yours Sincerely, Mod Aesop

[the-manors-writer]

Heyyy just checking in, how are ya doing?

Greetings detective, we are doing well and hopefully you are too! I'd like to take this moment to apologise to all our detectives for the lack of blogs lately. There's a lot of requests and we are trying our best to write them out since writers-block sucks. :(

Yours Sincerely, Mod Aesop

[the-manors-writer]

request: not a request, i just wanted to write some antonio lovin’ and this may also count as an apology fic for the inactivity.... <3 -mod orpheus pairing: [antonio paganini] the violinist/gn!survivor!reader warnings: none

antonio paganini

his eyes gazed over the factory, a thrumming beat in his chest. the violinist hasn’t played in a few weeks, he thought to himself. in truth, he was more upset than relaxed, which was the original plan for the break in the first place. antonio was told in passing by mary that the manor had recieved a new survivor, however he had been unable to meet them due to the aforementioned few week break. when he returned, the first chance of a match he could accept, he took it in hopes to see the new survivor. the hunters have had varying opinions and voices related to them and he was excited to see them for himself.

as the sound of cracking glass reached his ears, he began moving down the path behind the sandbag cipher. antonio hummed the repetitive tune, footsteps crunching the grass beneath his shoes as he roamed towards the factory. tinnitus rang out and he peered through the doorway, feeling the smile on his face widen when he saw the running figure of the new survivor. lucky him, with them as first chase.

his hair wrapped tight around the violin and its bow, pulling it backwards whilst aiming carefully at where his note would be sent out. hollow eyes tracked the survivor’s movements, his lips twitched in excitement, and he sent out the first. the second came next, and the red demon’s string injured them as he had hoped it would. antonio made his way through the abandoned property, watching how their figure stumbled over their feet, coughing and continuing to run. he aimed his bow yet again, dark eyes squinted in delight beneath the black strands before he sent out a new string.

though they dodged it initially, they were slowed when they phased through the string, giving the violinist just enough time to catch up and strike them down. excitement rushed through his veins as he observed their figure. they were just... well, some person. there wasn’t much of a shock to their appearance at all, just a natural person in this unnatural setting of a game. antonio felt a tinge of disappointment. he was looking forward to this, but... well, either way, he sighed to himself. perhaps this is just someone similar to the lucky guy? with a shrug of his shoulders, antonio bent down to pick up the survivor, and followed routine of chairing.

he took this time, patrolling around the chair, to observe them some more. there really was nothing that rather surprised him about the newcomer, perhaps just how quickly they were downed, but then again they never did have to go against him in a match until today. it was expected; a sense of surprise and fear. the hunter seethed a cuss in italian as a sudden blast hit him right in the chest, red smoke surrounding him. “you little-” he coughed hard, hands slamming against the grass as he stumbled to his feet, the figure of the coordinator unbinding the new survivor from the chair disappearing from his sight. great. now he had to waste around twelve or so seconds chasing this bastard who had tide.

much to his relief, however, the survivor did eventually fall. a lucky stray note hit them and it was enough of an ‘off guard’ sense for them for the violinist to strike a hit. as he leaned down to pick them up again, he didn’t expect the sudden sting to his back. with an anguished yell, he released the balloons, upper body thrashing a bit to pull out what looked to him to be a glass shard embedded in his shoulder. antonio lifted his head, a glare trying to figure out who the hell hit him, until he saw the survivor from earlier already booking it down the factory.

he blinked.

that was them. that was their skill, wasn’t it? a sort of safeguard from another instant chair.

he felt his grin widen once more, the excitement in his veins rushing back in place. i knew you were more than what you seemed, the demon violinist chuckled as he followed a new trail, leaving you to be healed by the gardener. i can’t wait for our paths to cross once more. little fighter.

[art credit - official art]

[the-manors-writer]

(May I request an Andrew interaction too? Do you have to specify if platonic or romantic btw? If so, romantic please!)

*places an iris flower crown on his head*

"You look like heaven."

the gravekeeper lifted his head, eyes once gazing sheepishly at the flowers surrounding you now turned to look at you in surprise. andrew's gloved fingers carefully lifted themselves to touch the crown that you placed upon his head, but stopped in place when your fingers wrapped around his wrist. the survivor's cheeks glowed a deep red, something he cannot hide due to his pale skin, therefore it is something you certainly see and giggle at. "i... o-oh, [darling]... this is.. so embarrassing..! you- your words mean so much to me.." he whispered, flitting his eyes away as his hands rested around his ankles loosely. "..heaven..." he muttered, blinking his maroon eye before looking at you again. the blush has now reached the tips of his ears; a positively bashful sight. "if i look like heaven.. t-then.. may you be the angel to accompany this radiance..?"

[the-manors-writer]

hello i saw you write for lucky guy in your list? 👀 is it okay to ask for any headcanons y'all got for him (sfw and/or nsfw, your choice)?

(totally not a low-key/high-key lucky guy simp here yep totally not-)

Request: General Lucky Guy headcanons

Pairing: [Lucky Guy] August x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Lucky Guy

Lucky Guy or what the others calls him, was any ordinary basic guy. With his big glasses, slightly messy hair and comfortable clothing.

And yet you somehow feel attracted to him and maybe he does feel to same way towards you as well.

You noticed the way he was always brushed and pushed aside. Compared to the other survivors, he might not be seen as the best of the best.

He was rarely called for matches, leaving him with lots of free time to sit around with nothing much exciting to do.

He didn't have a name, so you took it upon yourself to personally call him August, which he definitely likes!

Unlike what others see August as, he is a very good teammate to have.

With such luck and an ability to get whatever he wishes for from the chests, he is the hidden ace.

Sadly sometimes his luck doesn't work in his favour and he gets the most useless item that he won't be able to use in aid to his teammates if the situation calls for him.

August is a timid person but once he grows comfortable with you, he becomes a total nerd! Which is the cutest thing ever.

One of his favourite things to do is to bake simple little treats, mostly for himself and now you as well.

His go-to snack is chocolate chip cookies and some nice brownies that would melt in your mouth.

August is an expert when it comes to DIYs and hands-on crafts. Origami is what he picked up due to not having much to do, but he enjoys doing it a lot.

From the default origami to more complex ones, whatever you asked of him to do, he'll be able to in just a few minutes!

August loves it when he can be of help to anyone, but especially you.

His eyes will widen and light up with sparkles if something of interests catches his eyes.

[ art credit - @lore_shawn ]

[the-manors-writer]

Alright this sounded lowkey funny and interesting in my head

So Luca and Andrew (separate) with a s/o that’s ability is like to have headphones? Idk how to explain it, just helps them decode faster

And the music they listen to is one of the most unholy things to exist (Songs like bathroom bitch, emo boy, etc) and they’re just so chill about it and listening to it with a happy little smile

Request: Luca and Andrew with reader who helps in decoding with their headphones headcanons

Pairing: [Luca Balsa] The "Prisoner" and [Andrew Kreiss] x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Luca Balsa and Andrew Kreiss

Both men must admit that you have an unique ability – That being your headphones. Which helps them in decoding their ciphers faster.

What neither two had expected was the songs that would be blasting into their ears throughout the time they decoded.

Luca was the first one to show his liking to the genre of music. Constantly asking for the names of each songs and if they could be played again some other time.

Andrew on the other hand was beyond shocked to his core. It took him some time to get used to what he was listening to.

Though as time passes by, with them being matched up more often with you. They, more so Andrew has gotten so used to the loud music that it even brings a small smile to his face whenever he listens to them.

The gravekeeper was not a man that would listen to songs with such obscene language, meanings or the way the loud instrumentals would hurt his eardrums.

But with all the listening, he really does enjoy it more and more each time. Maybe because it reminds him of you, and how it feels like you were with him and he was with you.

Andrew could even listen to the most unholiest song to ever exist and yet keep a straight face on throughout.

Luca on the other hand is more energetic when he listens to the music, he can't help but to vibe and dance a little to it.

And he isn't afraid to show just how much he enjoys what your headphones provides him with, even when a hunter is very clearly approaching him, he mostly couldn't care less.

Them liking the songs became too much to the point they eventually beg for your permission to allow them to keep the ones you gave them, so they are able to vibe to the songs whenever they wanted to.

Maybe that's how and why both the Gravekeeper and "Prisoner" are now constantly seen with a set of recognisable headphones on, rarely paying attention to their surroundings.

You love suggesting new songs that you think they might enjoy every now and then. And that they do enjoy!

It brings a big smile to your face and a flutter to your heart whenever you catch them smiling from the music they were listening to.

[ art credit - @いぬ ]

[the-manors-writer]

if reqs arent open and im unable to read ignore me. im a blight.

i had the idea of norton with a s/o who has scars they hide and theyre like his, and he sees them on accident one day. may i have hcs on this? i just rlly love how yall write him and everyone else hhdnebf

Request: Norton with s/o who has hidden scars similar to his headcanons

Pairing: [Norton Campbell] Prospector x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Norton Campbell

Norton was your everything and you were his everything. Both of you were similar in many ways, especially in terms of appearance.

The only difference in that was how Norton couldn't quite hide the way half his face and body were covered with burnt marks, caused by the mining explosion incident.

Whilst you could hide all your imperfections beneath the clothing you wore pretty well.

Knowing he had the same scars as you, did made you feel better and less scared.. Or insecure, but still not enough for you to ever show it to him.

You were always so cautious and careful around him sometimes, fearing he could see what lies underneath layers of cloth.

Norton definitely wouldn't have minded at all that you have the same scars as he does, he probably would be smiling. But that doesn't dispel the fear you have.

Norton didn't mean to. But he stumbled upon you as you were changing and saw what you've been hiding.

Your eyes met into a long staring contest filled with a uncomfortable atmosphere.

The prospector slowly approached you and lightly trialed his rough finger against your patches of uneven and rough skin.

"My dearest.." He murmurs out your name, dark orbs looking back into yours with a expression you can't quite make out.

"Oh mi amor.." Norton pulls you into a gentle embrace, burying his head down into and against your neck, sniffing your sweet lovely scent.

He has many questions on how you got them but he keeps his mouth shut and continues to embrace you for the longest of time.

Both of you melt into each other's warmth and arms, indulging in the other's lovely distinct scent.

The heavy weight lifts when strong arms wrap themselves around you, pulling you. It felt nice, your heart was beating rapidly, tummy filled with fluttering butterflies.

He knows now. There's no use in hiding it any longer from him.

It soon became a must for Norton to slowly and lightly trial his hands about every scars you had, maybe plant a few kisses along the way.

It's embarrassing but you enjoyed it and he knows you do.

"You're so perfect." He tells you, constantly complimenting you. You could tell his words were genuine but god was it embarrassing to hear it.

No matter how much you insist that there's no need to do anything that he does, or how you are fine, Norton is quite the stubborn and hard nut to crack and you love him for that.

[ art credit - @jinnseigame ]

[the-manors-writer]

id definitely be interested in a yandere exclusive blog (also, the undertale fandom is really unpopular in the yandere sense, so thank you for writing for it)

of course, detective! i personally enjoy writing for the skeletons :] if anything, right now i'm trying to figure out how to write the character list since it'll be a multi-fandom blog and i couldn't do what i did for this blog.

yours truly, mod orpheus

[the-manors-writer]

luca and alva in love with a reader they knew before the went to the manor and are reuniting with? (gn reader please!) thank you!

Request: Luca and Alva in love with reader they've met before entering the manor headcanons

Pairing: [Luca Balsa] Prisoner and [Alva Lorenz] Hermit x gn!survivor!reader

Warnings: None

Alva Lorenz

Alva cared not for much other than his research, inventions and all of those sorts.

Many called and saw him as heartless but would it even matter if he's a hunter? A predator?

But ever since your arrival, he has been thinking of and spending time with you more often.

His feelings of love for you have yet to cease, you're still the shining diamond in his eyes. The beautiful lone sunflower.

Alva enjoyed and much preferred to watch and admire you from afar, especially if he was lucky enough to be matched up against you.

He always, without an ounce of hesitation, gives up on doing anything if you're in the team of survivors.

He will always trial behind you, observing as you decode those little cipher machines, as you vault windows and wooden pallets.

Maybe at times, he would play around with you a little by stunning you every now and then. Seeing your irritation brings a smile to his face.

However he knows you're not actually mad at him, for you would smile and chuckle it off soon after. And he joins in on the laughing as well.

With you now around, he no longer spends his free time cooped up in his room with his inventions.

He is often seen with you, even if the other little survivors gives him looks of caution and fear, he cares not for their thoughts.

Alva grows more affectionate and loving when he's with you. He is more kind and caring compared to when he's with others.

And of course you do love all the attention and love you're getting that others will never be able to see from the Hermit.

"Ti voglio bene (I love you)." is something he says often, however you do not know what he's saying, and any attempt to ask him will not be met with the desired answer you seek for.

Regardless, it makes your cheeks flush and heart flutter whenever he says those three words.

Luca Balsa

You could hardly recognise Luca who used to looked like a total gentleman when you two reunited.

Luca was both different and yet the same in terms of both his appearance and personality.

He was still the machinery-crazed man, or more so the smart student Luca Balsa who made the greatest of inventions.

He is loud and active; The "prisoner" loved and can't seem to help himself from rambling about his thoughts on certain things he's working on.

But of course you didn't mind his endless rambling. You loved seeing him this happy, you enjoyed how he almost buzzes about with electricity as he explains what this or that does.

During matches, Luca will always connect your cipher to his so he could help you decode faster.

He would always be close by to electrocute the hunter as you're being picked up, even going as far as to tank a hit for you.

Sometimes he turns the match for the better, other times for the worse. And no matter the scoldings he gets, he continues doing it anyways.

Some have gotten tired of trying to get him not to play such reckless moves, but are they really reckless if it helps you? If he was the one aiding you to sweet desired escape?

Sometimes when your eyes meet, you swore you could've seen hearts in his eyes as he stares back at you with the cheekiest of smiles.

Luca doesn't have the greatest of memories but one thing he won't ever forget, is his undying love for you.

The time will come where he'll be ready enough to tell you of his feelings ever since back during that faithful day in the ball.

[ art credits - lofter id 9437967273, @mechodes ]

[the-manors-writer]

[mod post] - blog update

hello, detectives!

i've seen quite a lot of influx on people who enjoy my yandere writing, and i wanted to see an opinion from all of you. would any of you be interested if i were to make a separate, yandere-only writing blog? it'll be multifandom, as i write for many characters.

so you can request our classic idv characters like the ripper, the violinist, but also others like league of legends' thresh, mordekaiser, even undertale characters like sans or papyrus, aus included. keep in mind this is just a hypothetical, but if you would be interested, please tell me either through the comments or the anon inbox!

yours truly, mod orpheus

[the-manors-writer]

I requested the thigh riding for Victor and I love it sm thankyouuu

Yours Sincerely, Mod Aesop

[the-manors-writer]

Riding Victor’s thigh? 👁👁

Lucky you dear detective, it's 2:33am and I'm suddenly feeling very active so I'll write a fanfiction since you didn't specify :). - Mod Aesop

Request: Riding Victor's thigh fanfiction

Pairing: [Victor Grantz] Postman x gn!reader

Warnings: General NSFW

Victor Grantz

Victor was all in on trying new things with you in bed, whatever you wished to try out, he'd help you with it. Though there were certain things you've requested in the past that got him worried – Fearing he would hurt you, no matter how many times you've tried to reassure to him that he won't and that all would be fine.

Alas, you wish to try out yet another something neither have tried before in bed. Fortunately it was much more tamer this time compared to the others, you were sure Victor would enjoy this as well.

Filled with sheer excitement and anticipation, you quickly made your way over to the postman's chambers with several knocks to the wooden door. However you were met with silence for a few, until the door finally creeks open with Wick being the first thing your eyes set upon. He had his tongue sticking out, drool all over the floor of where he stood; Creating a small puddle. Panting, he barks happily at the sight of you and runs about the place as you invites yourself in.

Door closing behind you with a soft click, your eyes zoned in on Victor Grantz himself whom was sat upon his bed, with knees up. Presumably writing a letter until you showed up and interrupted him, but you were sure he doesn't mind it. Golden eyes looks up from the paper pressed up against his lap to you, smile adorning his slightly tanned features, he sends a small wave at you of which you return back.

"Victor!" You called out happily, rushing over to join him in his warm comfortable bed. Setting aside his belongings, he averts his full attention to you with legs lowered down and crossed, as hands presses down against the bedsheets from the gap between said legs. He blinks, head tilting to the side a slight bit, showing you that he was patiently waiting for whatever you sought him out for.

Responding to the postman's patient waiting with a smile he can only guess to be of playful mischief, he chuckles lightly with a small shake of his head. "Do you need anything?" He finally inquires, a brow raising a tad as his head tilts once more. You continue smiling, hands reaching out to grab onto his, lightly tugging them out and forward "Hm!" you hum in pretend thought, eyes looking away for a moment then back at Victor again. "I'd like to try something new with you again" you finally said, leaving Victor unsurprised with the way you're behaving right now. Don't get him wrong though, he does find you rather cute like this.

The blonde only hums with a light nod of his head as if to ask you to go on with what you wanted to try out, which you did. "Don't worry, it's not anything wild! I just would like to try riding your thigh is all!" your grip on his hands tightens a little before releasing them completely from your grasps. He seems to be thinking about it, perhaps even processing with what you had just told him.

A comfortable silence filled the air for a few short seconds. You watched him intently – Observing the way his eyes widens a little as cheeks flushed a soft rosy red hue. Bingo, you might have just hit the jackpot! For he seems to like your suggestion. "We can stay clothed too." You added on with a sweet smile, relishing in the way he looks just, oh so shy and flustered right now.

"What do you say Mr Grantz?" You chuckled, elbow lightly nudging at him. Victor gulps and straightens his posture, nodding his head quickly "That sounds nice..." He averts his eyes away from you as a hand flies up to scratch at the back of his neck.

Giving yourself internal praises and pats on the back from the very much so positive reactions you've gotten from the taller blonde. You raise your ass that was resting on your legs up to slowly approach Victor who turns to look up at you. Not knowing what exactly to do, he allows you to lead the way once more. You positioned him to the edge of the bed, then proceeding to move your legs to either sides of one of Victor's legs.

Victor watches, hands planted onto the mattress on his sides because he didn't quite know what to do with them. Eyes glancing up to look at him, you plop down onto his leg, adjusting your weight and position on his thigh. As your hands move up to lightly grip onto his shoulders for some sort of support. You took your sweet time to settle but Victor didn't mind that, of course not, he only smiled as he patiently waits for you to get comfortable on his leg. All the while, his cheeks were getting warmer from the constant moving around on his thigh – Of which you could be purposely doing or maybe not? Who knows.

"Are you ready?" Victor hums, nodding. He feels as though he should be asking you that but no matter, the experiment starts now. You slowly begin to move against his clothed yet clearly well-built thigh, grinding down on it with uncertainty almost. Both of your eyes met for a moment before parting ways again. It did went slow and steady but eventually you tried picking up the pace and even went down harder.

Victor seems to lean back a slight, weight placed on his arms that planted themselves into the bed which sunk down a bit. Though he soon brings his right hand to rest on your hip, thumb slowly rubbing up and down as you work yourself on his muscular thigh. Soft noises began to slip past your parted lips as you pant and sigh softly in heat. All the while, he watches you with a small smile, his other hand now running itself through your soft silky smooth hair.

He hums softly, occasionally sending you praises on how well you're doing – Desperately grinding down on his thigh like that, riding it like a cute animal in heat. And you couldn't handle the way he says those words, the way he would whisper them into your ear as warm breath brushes against your sensitive skin. All those words and sensations makes you more desperate for the sweet sweet release from grinding on the postman's thigh. Oh you especially absolutely loved when he gripped either side of your hips, aiding you by pressing you down against his leg whilst it lifts up to meet your fast desperate movements, causing you to bounce a bit.

You were initially cautious of anyone passing by the room to hear the lewd noises you were making, but by this point, you have long abandoned said cautiousness. If anyone so happened to hear you then so be it, everything felt surprisingly good, too good to not be loud – With your whimpers and whines, telling Victor of how nice it feels, of how close you were getting to the edge. "You're doing so well.. Ke.. Keep going.." He says, hands snaking up and around your back to gently push you towards him.

You call out his name shyly as you get closer to your release, it felt so good. You were sweating from the heat of the pleasure, your legs began to tremble a slight. You were so close, oh so close – Until you finally reached that sweet high. Your vision turned white, it felt like you were seeing stars, energy drained.. You now felt exhausted as if you've just ran a marathon which you have but not exactly. Victor, seeing your movements slow down to an eventual stop, rubs and pats your head with a hum. "Felt good?" he asks, leaning back a tad as he gently pushes you back to take a good look at you. "Mm.." You gave a tired nod in response, eyes feeling heavy making it harder for you to stay awake.

Victor gave a hum of acknowledgment to your answer whilst he slowly and gently lifts you off his thigh, to carry and place you down onto the middle of the bed, head sinking into one of the two big fluffy white pillows. "Close your eyes and rest.." He says in a soft whisper, giving you the gentlest of smiles. You listened and lets your eyes quickly close shut to slowly drift off into dreamland.

And as you lose consciousness, Victor pulls the covers over you before stepping aside to leave you be. He stood beside the bed, staring down at you lovingly. Before looking down at his leg – He tugs at the fabric of his pants, looking and feeling at the wet patch on it with a flustered look yet still smiling nonetheless. Guess he'll have to change into a new pair and clean this up later, oh well..

[ art credit - @_void_void_0 ]

[the-manors-writer]

Can we please get a fic about possessive/yandere Jack tunneling/tormenting his darling during a match? Something akin to the snippet of him we saw in the Emil and badly injured s/o headcanons. That bit had me barking, I need more of y'alls Jack 🙏🥴

thank you for enjoying that tidbit, detective! i am a very firm believer of slandering jack as much as possible but immediately making him attractive in the worse ways i could <3 he's a horrible man and i love that in him! please enjoy this food, and do bark more. if you do so, he might buy you a collar and leash. - mod orpheus

request: yandere!ripper tunneling/tormenting his darling headcanons pairing: [the ripper] yandere!jack x gn!reader warnings: general yandere behaviour, descriptions of blood & injury, near death experience

jack the ripper

to be the apple, or may i say rose, of his eye is a death sentence in of itself.

the ripper does not do “obsession”, or so he thought. it was a useless endeavour, to be so taken in by something or someone temporary, especially with what he does for a living. he assumed, be it person or item, it will leave and perish over time in his presence. more than anything, the only thing he ever thought he’d be obsessed over was his work. something he was very much okay with.

that all changed when he met you

everything about you captivated him; from your appearance, your movements, down to the way you speak. he was drawn to you, like a moth to flame, desperate to have you at any cost. he spent days, absent from matches, in his room. the curtains drawn, the lights dimmed, paint splattered across floors and canvases. art pieces, abstract, stylised, realistic, all pieces with you as its muse. with each brush stroke, his obsession grew, and grew, and grew. neither survivors nor hunters knew this was what he was doing in his absence. the survivors, more than anything, were relieved about him being gone for the time.

you were warned about him by both factions. you were warned greatly. jack, but we mostly call him the ripper, says the perfumer, was a ruthless hunter. his very presence struck fear in those who opposed him. he hunted with skill and precision, but at the same time was sickeningly nonchalant about it. he plays with his food, that disgusting man, whispered emma to you. a monster through and through, he even has the gall to flirt with some of us in the middle of hunts. every warning sickened you and made you fear the day you’ll have to match against him. that was why his absence was a cherished moment by both survivors and hunters. however, such a thing cannot always stay permanent.

eventually, the ripper returned, and everyone saw it was with a renewed gusto. a bad thing, stated the seer. he had his mind set on something, or shall i say, someone. you.

your first encounter with him was outside a match. the way he peered at you, eyeing you like you were a slab of meat for him to slice and cut open than a human being; it made you understand why even some hunters were uneasy [a great understatement] about him. though some hunters weren’t human, either changed or lived that way their whole lives, the ripper was a different level. he was... human, but he didn’t feel human. not even someone like the hell ember made you feel like that. something about him was uncanny, even if all he did was brush past you with a wicked promise of meeting once more. preferably in the near future, little rose, he chuckled out.

for a while, you thought that was an empty promise. wicked and terrifying, sure, but empty. the matches you joined within those days were with other hunters. you haven’t seen jack in a match with you for a few days at least. you thought he was just scaring you with that talk about ‘near future’- he’s had to be scaring you, no? that’s what a hunter like him would do.

you grew familiar with what arms factory looked like in the time you spent here. it was a ‘starter map’, as other survivors said. good kiting spots, fairly spread out rocket chairs, strong pallets. it’s the perfect place for newcomers, though you have long since shed that little nickname from the others. you, alongside the gardener, doctor, and perfumer, all sat at the table together, excitedly talking about what plans you may have for the upcoming off days. “i think i’ll spend time with coordinator,” vera tapped her chin in thought, “she mentioned wanting some tips for makeup. i’ll help her out then.” “sounds fun!” emma nodded her head and giggled, “i’ll just tend to the gardens again, as i always do. emily should join me!” the doctor laughed politely, a hand over her mouth as she did, eyes crinkled with content, “yes, i think that sounds fun. what about you?”

you paused in thought and shrugged, “didn’t really think about it that much, but i’ll probably find something to do sooner or later.” “you can help with the gardens too!” the gardener suggested, “the manor could always use more green thumbs.” “oh, yes, you could come with,” emily nodded in agreement along with the perfumer. the conversation was stopped by a smooth, honeyed voice humming from behind the curtains. all four heads turned to face it. silver blades pushed the cloth aside as the towering figure of the ripper spun through, bowing down in front of the table. attached to his back was an evil looking scythe, black and sharpened with flicks of smoke curling off of it.

your heart lodged itself in your throat in a bad way when the ripper lifted his head to look at you.

the game began.

right off the bat, he was ruthless. the ripper roamed the map like a wretched, evil, fog. he was playing with the doctor, it was clear to the three of you. he chased, he hit, and then he simply just waited nearby emily. you knew he’d be able to catch her easily if he just tried, but he was waiting. waiting for something, even if it costed him a cipher or two. the moment the second bell rang throughout the match, it was like the realisation struck all four of you. he was farming for presence. he wanted full presence.

it was like the mist through the factory thickened significantly as that happened. the ripper turned his back on the doctor and stormed through. even if he passed any of the other two women there, they were unbothered. perhaps shaken, a little scream from his chilling fog that brushed past them, but nothing more than that. after all, he wasn’t there for them. he was there for you. and you were made violently aware of it when you saw a sudden bend on the pole of your cipher. slowly, you lifted your head, fingers trembling over the keys, sweat sticking to the back of your neck. the fog shifted, unwrapping itself around its commander.

there, standing so casually over your cipher, and you by extension, was the ripper. he tilted his head, eyes squinted in delight. “hello, little rose,” he crooned. you slammed your hands firmly onto the cipher and lunged away, nearly missing the button to ping the girls. the hunter is near me!

the cipher in factory was finished, but the basement was there. however, nowhere else was safe for you to kite, as nearby would be one of your three teammates decoding a cipher. you had to take the risk. you had no other choice. you felt your heartbeat thrum loudly in your ears as you ran across the map, the ripper right on your tail. your legs screamed at you; a split of stop running, it hurts too much and keep running, he’s going to kill you. you had to dodge a foggy blade, seeing the black mist hit the wall and disperse right beside you. you stumbled in your steps, nearly tripping over your feet and falling. but you managed to catch the metal railing in the factory, using it to boost yourself some more distance away. not like it did much, as the ripper stepped through the fog and slipped past the door with an increased speed. he never downed you, no matter how close he was to you as you vaulted the window or a pallet for a terror shock. it was like he enjoyed seeing your discomfort, as you vault, as you run, his hand or claw ghosting against you lightly.

two ciphers later, the last one was on standby with the perfumer. both doctor and gardener waited at the gate close to the factory. but he still hasn’t downed you, let alone hit you once. it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying too much; he aimed his blades carefully in a way that would hit you if he was just a bit more accurate or if you were just a bit more sloppy. however, with the blood rushing through you and adrenaline pumping through your veins, you couldn’t afford nor even try to be sloppy. especially not against the ripper of all hunters.

seeing as he was doing nothing more but stalling at this point, you had to do it. focus on decoding! if only you did it a bit later, perhaps when you were in a more safer position...

the cipher popped, and it was like a switch was flipped in the ripper. with a manic exhale of his breath, you knew you made your first, and final mistake. you gripped the windowsill as you lifted your body over, a vault in progress. but as you did so, his claws raised, the blade wrapped in black fog before he swung harder than he would have usually. the black smoke that wrapped around you momentarily made the sting worse. through your clothes, your fabric ripped, and you felt a searing pain across your back. from the corner of your eye, you saw splatters of blood, but you knew there was more gushing out. your back was wet. warm, cold, wet. you crashed into the ground, a nasty, filthy scrape digging and ripping up your skin and irritating it. a scream ripped throughout your throat; one so loud and pained that you thought your chords were about to burst and split. it was a scream louder tha emily’s. it was a scream of true pain.

blood was rushing everywhere as you gripped your leg, yet that strained the deep gashes across your back. you knew he hit deep. it was painful. it was hell. tears streamed down your face as you sobbed and cried, choking up on tears as you looked at the ripper. he stuck his legs on the windowsill, vaulting over casually as if he didn’t just damn near break your back in half with one hit alone. he peered down at you with a cruel smile, head cocked to the side as he crouched down beside you. the lack of glowing red eyes didn’t excite you as much as it would have any other time. you only had enough strength to ping that he had no detention before you had to go back to crying out in pain, head turning away from him.

you couldn’t even bring yourself to a crouching position to crawl away, you could only drag yourself on your stomach bit by bit to try and gain even the most insignificant amount of distance to the ripper as you could. he let you do so for a while, but eventually gripped your leg with his unclawed hand. you were relieved at that. he was going to chair you, and your teammates were going to escape.

but he instead yanked your leg and twisted you, forcing you to slam against your back. the earth dug into the open wounds and you threw your head back with a pained scream. there was so much blood. on the ground, on you, on everything you feel. the ripper’s hold on you loosened, and you were subjected to his ghosting touch as he caged you in beneath him. “my, my, look at you,” he whispered breathlessly, very obviously happy with his work. he tilted his head aside, fingers brushing from your scraped leg to the inside of your thigh, reveling in how you turned your head away with a pained sound.

“now now, little rose,” he chastised lightly, but gripped your hair with a strength so tight it nearly ripped off your scalp, “look at me.” a breathless gasp left your lips as you looked at him, one eye barely able to open from the pain and stinging tears. “s.. stop... l.. let me go...” you sobbed. he haphazardly let go of your head, making you lightly slam it against the ground by the sudden loss of support. the ripper bent his back down, claws tapping against his face, chuckling as he gazed at you with a crooked grin, “just listen to that. what a precious, beautiful sound.”

he twirled your hair in his unclawed fingers, tugging your head up before abruptly slamming it back down again. “just like those fucking whores,” he snarled, “you cute, pretty, little thing... those breathless cries, those ragged shrieks, the last time i heard those were in the alleyways of london, my hands wrapped around some broad’s fucking neck as i break it backwards. my darling, what i wouldn’t do to gut you right fucking now. your insides, organs, everything, spread open on the ground for me, and only me to see.”

you could barely thrash away, sobbing and crying as you see the blurry figures of your teammates running to try and help you, only to stop abruptly at the bloody sight. “r.. run..” you force out through gritted teath, “get.. get out of here..!” “n.. no- no, emma has to help!” the gardener tried to run forward, but she was pulled back by the perfumer and doctor. “stop- stop it, what are you doing?!” emma cried, “we can help them! we- we can help- he has no detention!” “we have to go, emma,” emily urged as they began pulling her away. you saw the ripper start to grin at the desperate sight of the gardener thrashing and kicking, trying to run towards you. emma reached her hand out, screaming your name, sobbing just as, if not even harder than you have been as you see her figure get smaller, smaller, and finally, gone.

“now, do scream out as loud as you can. if you satisfy me, i might let you crawl your way out of here, whore,” he whispered the filthy nickname for you in such a sickeningly excited way, “let’s have some fun, shall we?”

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