#jack x reader idv

[scenesniper]

may i request a jack x reader idv smut hcs where jack has a size kink👀

☆ "good child" the ripper ; size kink nsfw headcanons

pairing / "good child" the ripper x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / size dfference, thigh riding, exhibitionism, dacryphilia

word count / 422 words

author's note / i do not support or enjoy the real life figure that this character is based off on.

☆ jack is quite fixated by the size difference between the two of you. it was your small size that had really drew him to you, your meek stature that exudes elegance. it was a fixation that had started something small, but he’ll find himself wandering the streets late at night to catch a possible glance of you, watching from the comforts of the dark.

☆ he can be a gentleman, touching with the most utmost care in the word as if you were to break by any misconduct. other times, a switch simple goes off in him, resulting him to be very unforgiving to you. he’d disregard your pain, no matter caring of your pleasure and only focusing on getting the high end of his.

☆ he’d place you on his thigh, with that small, stoic smirk of his as he’d begin to shake his leg up and down, seeing you get off on him. he’d intentionally lean in your ear to huff out hot air in your ear, just to see your annoyance on him. he loves to cup and knead your boobs to the point it’ll leave noticeable, red marks.

☆ he loves to simply manhandle you, the way your legs would be spread out for him and pinned to your boobs as he admires your anatomy. his gaze unwavering and eyes fixed on how his big cock goes into you, teasing you with every small thrust of his.

☆ in a private, dark alley, the only noises to be heard in that vicinity are your hushed sounds. he’ll be inside of you with what seems to be hours, not moving until you begin to whine out for him to handle it. he loves those tiny, little whimpers of yours. if you’re overly too loud, he’ll shove his finger in your mouth, watching your struggle and your big tears forming. “shh darling, they’ll hear..” his sharp teeth on your ear, pulling it.

☆ the sight of you taking his entire cock in, your struggle and his hands hovering your sides, waiting for your permission to let him help you. he finds it so funny to see a small little thing wanting to contend him and your fight for pleasure.

☆ grazing your skin with his hands of blades, admiring the string of blood dripping down. he’ll mercilessly keep on going and going until he’s been fully pleasured, even if your voice is breaking and your eyes burn from your tears. so tiny and so warm, he’s addicted to you.

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

��� Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[sk3tch404]

"Draw more serious art!!" I'm getting there, just not now kitty bby doll 😼😼

Bald y/n back at it again wtf

[antoimne]

do you do darker content?

if so can i request the hunters witnessing their survivor lover after a match all beaten up and bloody?

Part one- 🩸How would hunters react seeing their s/o bloody and injured after a match?

🪨 Fool’s gold x !injured reader

🌪️ Nightwatch x !injured reader

🥀 The ripper x !injured reader

Yes yes! I’m thinking of doing this for all hunters, so I’ll probably divide it in multiple parts. Here’s the first one to apologize for taking time to respond :,) Hope this isn’t too far off what you were thinking! I’ll try to write for the others soon!

(Part two here).

Tw: mentions of blood and injures (obv)

Matches had been particularly intense for you that day—hunters seemed rougher than usual, their attacks filled with something almost personal. At first, you weren’t sure why. But then it clicked.

Ever since you and your lover had begun your relationship, things had slowly began to change. Almost imperceptibly at first—but now? Now it was undeniable. The rumors had spread. The manor was small, and secrets couldn’t stay buried for long.

You’d both agreed to keep things low profile. You knew how cruel the other hunters could be. It was as if the manor was leeching what little humanity remained from them, leaving only hollow, destructive shells of what they once were.

You were nearly finished decoding the final machine, heart fluttering at the thought of your warm room—and your lover’s embrace—when you felt something, rather someone looming behind you.

You didn’t even get the chance to turn.

All you felt was a sudden wave of pain rushing through your body, blinding and immediate as your vision grew blank.

🪨 Fool’s Gold

Fool’s knew you. Knew your stubbornness, your skill, and—most of all—your loyalty. You always came back, like you promised every time before a match. So when you didn’t walk out the gate with your teammates, a cold churn stirred in his gut. Something was wrong.

He went to look for you himself, crossing the gate where the latest game had just taken place. It didn’t take long before he found you crumpled near a bush—bloody, bruised, your clothes torn and your head soaked in a thick layer of red.

“Y/n. Fuck.”

He dropped to his knees, scooping you into his arms. Sure, his limbs were jagged—stone and flesh fused unnaturally—but it couldn’t hurt more than what had already been done to you.

“Tell me who the hell did this to you. Now.”

Your head ached intensely. You blinked slowly, disoriented. “I... I don’t know. I didn’t see—”

His arms tightened around you. His furious eyes scanned the treeline, as if to identify an immediate threat before softening as they fell back to your face.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out later,” he whispered. “I’ll find the bastard that did this to you and pickaxe their bones as if to strike the finest mineral.”

The threat came out like a promise of love.

Because for him, that’s what it was.

You were the only precious thing he had left. In a life full of violence, grief, and regret—you were gold. His true treasure.

“Why are you always so reckless?” he rasped. “You’re supposed to survive—for me. Remember what you promised?”

You barely lifted your hand to cup his jaw. “I’m faithful to my word, you know that. I’m still here.”

His breath hitched, voice raw. “No more close calls, baby. I don’t intend to let you go.”

🌪️ Nightwatch

Ithaqua had long since given up on trusting others. Living beings were cruel. Humans, especially, were the worst of them all—corrupted creatures hiding behind normal faces.

Even among the other hunters, he stood apart. Wary. Resented. He was a monster, just like the other killers- but at least they all knew what they were. The survivors were just as dirty—only better at pretending. Hiding.

When you first got close to him, it was during a blizzard. The manor had been sealed off, snow piling at the doors. You’d somehow managed to walk out into the woods that day, ignoring every warning the other survivors gave you.

The air in the manor had grown heavy. You needed space.

And there, in the freezing milky void, you’d found him.

Ithaqua had been born in the cold. It was all he knew, all he was. When he saw you—lost in the same way he was, no sense of belonging—something happened. He felt intrigued.

He never said much directly , still wary of you, but something in him softened. Small gestures. Simple genuine tenderness in his acts. His way to show care.

So when he saw you crawling near the gate, clothes torn, a puddle of blood peeking through your shirt—something twisted in his chest.

Panic. Memories. The echo of his most painful childhood terror: loss.

Without a word, he swept you into his arms, cradling you against the fur of his coat.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he murmured, tucking your trembling form beneath his jacket to shield you from the rising wind.

He walked, slow and steady, back toward the manor. Back to safety.

His fingers brushed a wound on your forehead.

“Why did it have to be you?” he whispered, voice tinged with a vulnerability you’d never heard before. “Why like this?”

“I’m sorry, Itha,” you mumbled, lips trembling slightly, both from the cold and genuine fear for what you’d just been through.

“Stay awake. Stay with me,” he repeated almost like a mantra. You could feel his breath quick and ragged under his mask.

“You must stay with me. I assure you, chewing my heart and spitting it out would be a lot easier than losing you. I mean it”. 🥀The ripper

You managed to make it back to the manor—somehow, unexpectedly.

The moment Jack saw you stumble through the gates, bruised and disheveled, trying one last effort to drag yourself toward your room, his blood ran cold.

His tall frame moved towards you, hands reaching out carefully as if you were made of glass- like you might shatter at the slightest touch.

“Darling, you’re hurt.”

He stated the obvious as you looked up at him, eyes heavy and tired.

“No, I’m good... it just looks worse than it is. Really.”

Jack pulled a cloth from his pocket—his usual cavalry—and gently dabbed some blood dripping down your temple.

“Don’t lie. I told you to be careful. Why didn’t you listen?”

There was no bitterness in his voice—only guilt, and maybe something darker lurking beneath.

“Next time, do anything—decode, hide—but don’t put yourself in danger. Don’t make me risk losing you for people not worth it.”

You looked down silently, almost like a kid punished for some sort of mischief.

“Who did this to you?” he pressed suddenly, eyes piercing through yours.

You couldn’t answer. Not because you didn’t want to, but because the chaos of the chase had practically erased the assailant’s face from your memory.

Jack didn’t care. He didn’t need answers. He already knew everything he needed to know. Or at least- he’d have made sure to find out.

He simply nodded, guiding you to sit in his room so he could tend to your wounds. Gentle, careful, almost worshipping in the care he used with you.

Don’t worry, though—next time, you’ll notice a thicker layer of fog creeping around the manor, an edge of silence hanging heavier than before. And sure as hell he could bet, there’ll be one less soul to count, one less person to feed the insatiable bloodthirst of the manor.

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By the way if you imagine Jack as Tuberose it’s better tbh

Dayum

[eliasmelody]

PART 3!

Tag: Lily x f!reader (platonic), Florian x f!reader, Joseph x f!reader, Jack x f!reader, maid reader

Warning: grammar & spelling, check endnote for more translation.

INTRO:

The manor loomed in the distance, its silhouette hidden by thick mist. Occasionally, events would unfold within its walls, an enigma that few could comprehend. To survivors, they were a cruel mockery; to hunters, it was nothing more than a meaningless occurrence. Yet, no one understood the manor’s logic. All they could do was follow, drawn by its unrelenting pull.

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Cheerleader - Lily Barriere (platonic)

You're doing your best to ensure the Valentine event runs smoothly. The food preparations are nearly done, but the decorations... You let out a sigh as you survey the mess Victor, the dog, made in his panic from the noise. Fortunately, it's nothing you can't handle.

"Is this okay?" Lily's voice rings out, full of excitement. Her enthusiasm shines through, as she eagerly looks at the decorations. With her background as a cheerleader, which you doubt sometimes, her energy is infectious, and she's more than happy to pitch in and help.

"A little higher, Lily." You say, pointing toward the spot on the wall.

"Sure thing!!" Lily said with a confident smile, holding the banner up. "There!! What do you think?"

You smile and give her a thumbs up. "Perfect."

Lily grins even wider, absolutely proud of herself and her accomplishment.

"Hell yeah!!" She exclaims enthusiastically, nodding in agreement. She’s clearly having a blast, so much so that she gets a little too excited and jumps off the ladder.

"Catch!" She yells, her arms flailing as she leaps toward you.

You quickly reach out, barely managing to catch her before she tumbles to the floor. “Whoa, Lily!"

You scold, a little shaken but trying to keep your tone firm. "What was that? You could've hurt yourself!"

Lily grins mischievously, hands on her hips. "I want a reward!" She says, her playful tone adding to the fun atmosphere.

You sigh fondly, shaking your head with a smile. "Of course you do." You sigh, knowing Lily's never short on creative requests.

Lily’s eyes light up at your response, and she taps her chin thoughtfully, pretending to ponder the question even though she’s clearly already got something in mind.

"Hm… well. Since I helped with all the decorating … I think I deserve something special!" She says, her grin growing mischievous. "Why don’t you give me a piggyback ride?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Haha... No." you say, amused but firm.

Lily pouts dramatically, crossing her arms. "Come on! You owe me after all that hard work!" She protests.

You raise an eyebrow at her challenge. "Oh yeah? Then who ate the last brownie when clearly I put a note?"

Lily freezes, her confident grin faltering for a moment as she nervously glances away. "Uh..." She quickly recovers with a sheepish chuckle.

You sigh and shake your head fondly, giving in to her antics. "How about melon cream soda?"

Lily's eyes light up at the suggestion.

"Now you're talking!"

"But no piggyback ride"

"Awww"

Fire investigator - Florian

This man... always appears with that uncanny smile. There was something unsettling about him, something that didn't quite fit with the sharpness of his eyes or the cold precision of his movements. A perfect mask, belying the secrets buried beneath.

Florian volunteered to help with the preparations, just like Lily. Moving heavy crates was no challenge for him, his strength apparent in every effortless motion.

He placed the box down carefully at its destination, then turned back to face you. "Need any more help?"

You shake your head. "That'll be all."

He paused, as if sensing your gaze, and turned slightly, his smile still intact. "Is something wrong?"

You gulp and shake your head, avoiding his gaze. After a moment of silence, you force yourself to speak. "You look… good... in your new outfit." The words feel awkward, leaving a strange taste in your mouth.

He widens his eyes slightly, just enough to be noticeable, as if your words caught him off guard. For a brief moment, his smile falters, but only for an instant before it returns, even more controlled than before. "How kind of you to say."

You smile nervously, the tension in the air thickening as you try to maintain composure. "I-I didn’t mean to make things awkward."

He steps a little closer, his presence almost suffocating now. "You didn't." His voice carried an oddly soothing tone, though something about it sent a chill down your spine.

You nod shyly and take a hurried step back. "Ah, well, thank you for your hel—"

Thud

You accidentally bump into a stack of crates, and a loud clatter echoes through the room as they begin to topple.

Before you can react, Florian is right there, his hand steadying the crates with ease. "Careful." He says, his voice smooth, as he fixes them in place.

"T-thank you." You stammer, your face flushing, trying to regain your composure.

His eyes linger on you, a glint of satisfaction flickering in their depths as he watches your reaction. The faintest smile tugs at the corner of his lips, as if pleased by the circumstances. "You’re welcome." He says softly, his voice smooth and deliberate

Under the weight of his stare, your heart races. "If you ever need anything else," His words almost whisper. "Don't hesitate to ask."

You nod quickly, still feeling the tension in the air, make your way away from him.

Once you’re out of sight, Florian stands still for a moment, his smile slowly fading. He raises a hand to his face, his fingers brushing over his lips as a subtle flush spreads across his cheeks.

Photographer - Joseph Desaulnier

Joseph looks up and smiles at you, his eyes sweeping over you. He sets his camera aside and stands up, taking a step closer.

"Ah, there you are." He says, his voice low and almost husk. "You look lovely."

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, caught off guard by his unexpected compliment. You were simply wandering around, never expecting him to call for you. And now, standing before him in your plain maid uniform, you feel a little self-conscious, especially when compared to how effortlessly put together he looks.

"Thank you..." You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Joseph doesn’t seem to notice or care about your doubts. His gaze is still locked on you, scanning every detail of your form with an intensity that leaves you feeling exposed.

"Are you ready to begin?" His smile turns sly, voice is playful, but there's a certain mischief in his eyes that makes you wonder just what he’s planning.

"Ready for what?" You ask, your heart pounding in your chest, uncertainty thick in your voice as you try to make sense of his intentions.

Joseph steps closer, his presence overwhelming. His hand gently lifts your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. His touch is surprisingly gentle, yet there's an undeniable weight to it.

"The photoshoot, mon amour." He murmurs, his voice soft but laced with an unmistakable sense of authority. "You agreed to be my muse for tonight, remember?"

"Oh." A mix of confusion and nervousness settles in your chest, and you blink, trying to recall the moment, but your mind feels a bit hazy. "I did?"

Joseph’s smile widens, and he steps a little closer, his gaze soft yet intense. "Oui, mon trésor" He says, his voice warm but teasing.

"But shouldn’t you be taking pictures of the others?" You ask, a hint of uncertainty in your voice as you glance around.

Joseph gives a small, knowing smile and steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I already took some" He says smoothly, his voice calm and reassuring. "But at this moment, it is you upon whom I wish to focus."

He reaches out his hand, offering it to you like a true gentleman, his fingers extended with a subtle, inviting gesture. His gaze remains steady, filled with a quiet confidence as he waits for you to take his hand.

You hesitate again but taking a deep breath, you take his hand, your fingers slowly intertwining with his. His grasp is firm but gentle, his hand warm against yours.

"There you go." He muttered, his voice soft and soothing. "No need to be nervous, mon amour. I'll take good care of you."

The Ripper - Jack

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally catch Wick's dog after an hour of chasing. Gently cradling the little creature in your hands, you guess you have to hold it until Victor gets back.

"This is... the event, huh?" A voice echoed beside you, tinged with amusement.

You widen your eyes, not expecting to see him so soon. "Oh, Mr. Ripper."

In front of you stands the famous hunter. Jack raises an eyebrow, a curious expression settling on his face as you falter.

"Mr...?" He turns to face you completely, a playful glint in his eyes.

"And Ripper? No, no, my dear." Jack says smoothly, his tone warm yet laced with something playful, almost teasing. He lets the words hang in the air, as if savoring the moment. "I thought we already talked about this."

"Ah, I kinda forgot..." Your voice barely whispers, the heat creeping up your neck and spreading across your face.

Jack's smirk deepens, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark as he watches your reaction.

"Forgetful, are we?" He murmurs, his voice low, drawing closer. The space between you feels charged with tension, your heart pounding louder with each passing second. He leans in just a little more, his face dangerously close now, and you can feel the warmth radiating from him.

"I suppose I'll have to remind you” He says softly, his breath brushing against your skin. There's a dangerous edge to his words, a hint of something more, and you can’t tell if it’s a challenge or a promise.

Your heart skipped, panic setting in. You pushed at his shoulder, stammering. "Oh no, no, no. No need!” A forced smile tried to hide your flustered nerves, though it was clear from your expression.

Jack chuckled softly, leaning back with a knowing grin. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, as if he were taking in every detail with a mix of amusement and something darker. The weight of his gaze lingered a little too long, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Mind if I pet?" The words hung in the air, his eyes never leaving you as if waiting for a reaction.

You tilt your head, glancing down at the dog in your arms, whose eyes were locked on Jack. "Oh... sure, I guess?"

You were expecting him to reach down and pet the dog, but instead, to your surprise, he reached out and gently ruffled your hair. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through you, leaving you frozen for a moment as his mischievous grin only grew wider. You couldn’t help the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Good girl." Jack murmured with a smirk, his voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you instantly regretted how flustered you felt.

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mon amour = my love

Oui, mon trésor = Yes, my treasure

Source: idea from “"IDV x The Chara cafe collaboration" (None of the pictures are mine)

[iseriacelestinadesaulniers]

Crumbs to the fandom that made me want to write... Plus if you know my old account and did this in different fandom.. shh..

IDV requests is so little :<...

[eunxhan]

Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ Hiya! I just wanted to know which killers in IDV you head cannon as just like contrasting yanderes? (Basically when you behave they pepper you in kisses gifts until you disobey them and then.. well, you imagine 😞😞) Have a good day/night!

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ Oh I love this idea, I had to read each and every Hunters Wikipedia.. And I can't seem to find more explanations about 'contrasting yandere'. Some characters I don't really know quite alot about and I'm sorry if these are rushed and little, I ran out of ideas for most. I just noticed that all of the yanderes I've picked have one thing in common.. Is they love music:'))..

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC/ROMANTIC.

Reader ⨾ NON SPECIFIED. GN!RDR. YOU/YOURS.

Words used ⨾ 1,583 words 8,824 characters

Characters ⨾ YAN! ANN, JACK, JOSEPH, ANTONIO, MICHIKO, XIE BI'AN & FAN WUJIU.

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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Ꮺ ANN ( DISCIPLE ) ⨾

She's a dangerous, sympathetic and terrifying at the same time. She's a faithful and devoted follower of a Hunter, whom she regards as her God and savior. Though, she's a dangerous and sadistic individual who relishes in punishing and torturing those who defy her God. Now she expects you to do the same, she wants you to be disciplined uand do nothing but to listen to her. It's on her name.

She worships her darling by being overly devoted, possessive and loyal. She will do anything to make her darling happy, including stalking and isolating you from other people. She will also be very attentive to your needs and wants, and will always try to anticipate your wishes.

Now if you obey her? Oh she'll reward you with her love, affection, and protection as usual. She will do everything in her power to make sure her darling is happy and content, and will go to great lengths to please you. This might include cooking their favorite meals, planning activities they enjoy, or even sacrificing her own needs and wants. That's how she express her love to you.

But on the other hand, if you ever disobeys or betrays her, she will not hesitate to use her violent and vengeful nature. She will stop at nothing to make sure her darling is hers and hers only, even if it means using force and intimidation to keep you under her control.

Now after her horrible punishment as trapping you inside a small dark room with nothing. Expect for her cat to be following you whenever you go, The cat is a way for her to monitor and control your behavior, as the cat can act as a spy and snitch on you whenever you behave in a way that is not approved by Ann. The cat is a good a tool to punish you if they disobey or betray her. Now say goodbye to your privacy...

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Ꮺ JACK ( RIPPER ) ⨾

Like I said on my last headcanons about him.. He's not nice even in the beginning. He's a violent and unhinged type of yandere who takes great pleasure in causing pain and suffering to others. His sadistic nature, he's obsessed with his darling and will do anything to make you happy.

Jack's love to his darling is such that he'd go to great lengths to keep you close and under his control. He'd stalk, isolate and even kill anyone who stands in his way. His darling is his everything, his reason for existing, and he'd do anything to protect you.

He'll showers you with love and affection, just like the last yandere. He will do anything to make you happy and fulfilled, oh he's so proud of his darling! He'll be more attentive to your needs, spoil you with gifts and attention, and make sure you feel safe and protected in his presence. Now you understand why he's doing all of this for you!

He's not surprised if you disobey him, Jack shows no remorse and use violence and intimidation to keep you in line. To let you know who's the one being in charge here, don't even think about trying to escape from his presence again. You'll never see the outside world again if you did.

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Ꮺ ANTONIO ( VIOLINIST ) ⨾

Please, I have a soft spot for this man. He's a musician who's deeply in love with his darling, but who's also capable of resorting to extreme measures to protect and possess his beloved. I hc him as a yandere who likes a darling that appreciate on what he do..

There's a gentleness and sensitivity to him, which makes him complicated. Unlike other Yanderes, who are often motivated by fear or hatred, he seems driven more by love, and is capable of displaying affection, tenderness, and even compassion towards his darling. He actually loves it more when you're comfortable with him.

So when you obey him, he showers you with love, and will do anything in his power to keep it that way. Playing his violin for you (not in a hurtful way—), singing to you, and even composing new pieces to express his love.

If your obedience was just an act in order to keep him blind just for you to escape or seems to be distancing, he can become overbearing and controlling. He'll get frustrated on why you had to do that for, he have given you all, was he not enough? He'll be more strict and give you the cold shoulder.

And if you still continue? He does not hesitate to use his terrifying melody on you. He'll continue to play as your ears are bleeding, throwing up, crying hysterically, having the biggest migraines known to man until you apologize to him and promised to not do it again. Don't worry though, he'll treat you and shower you with affection as if nothing had happened.

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Ꮺ JOSEPH ( PHOTOGRAPHER ) ⨾

He is a skilled and talented photographer who is always ready to capture your perfect moment, though he is also a master of deception and manipulation, using his charm to lure unsuspecting victims into his web. He is obsessed with you, your charm and he will go to extreme lengths to keep you under him, going to an extent to isolate you from anyone.

It's not common for you to obey him, so when the time you suddenly obey him or satisfy his every desire.. He was skeptical, as if it was a trap.. Or a sign that you're giving up and giving yourself to him. Though he rewards you by giving his time and attention.. If you're patient enough and continue to be obedient, he'll be giving whatever you ask.

but when you go against him or betray his trust, he can become cold, cruel, violent. Not hesitating to use his powers to get rid of any obstacle that stands between him and his darling.

He'll be using your insecurities and your past against you as he punishes you by geing trapped in a picture, he'll use manipulation, guilt-tripping, and even stalking, to keep you under his control. To physical or emotional abuse as punishment.

We both know what he's gonna do to you in there. You'll come out with a couple bruises.. And will he help you? No, he's still disappointed of you trying to escape from his grasp.

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Ꮺ MICHIKO ( GEISHA ) ⨾

I actually see her as some mother loving yandere, with so many people that have mistreated her. You manage to catch her in the eyes, usually she hates it but something to you made her want to take care of you, treat you like you need help and guidance from someone bigger.

Deep sense of love and loyalty towards you, whose behavior are often driven by her desire to keep her darling safe. She's not driven by hatred, but by a deep-seated fear of being alone and of losing the person she loves.

It'll take long for her to notice your sudden obedience towards her but once she got to it, she's so happy that you're listening to her! she showers you with more affection, and keep you obedient. Spoiling her beloved with expensive gifts, taking you out on lavish adventures, and using her charm and beauty to make you love her.

If you ever disobey her, she let's it slide twice or thrice.. But if it keeps going and using her kindness to your advantage. She'll be angry, she can't manage to hurt you as it hurts her more but she had no choice.. She's manipulative.

She's more on scolding you with her words, the same as Joseph, she'll use every single flaw that you had against you until you fall back. It hurts more than it hurts you, yknow?

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Ꮺ XIE BI'AN & FAN WUJIU ⨾ ( a bit ooc? )

Xie Bi'an is a quiet and reserved individual, who's deeply in love with his darling, and will do anything to keep you safe. He's the type to use manipulation, guilt-tripping, and stalking to keep you on his grasp. He's also capable of resorting to physical or emotional abuse as punishment just like any other yanderes.

Fan Wujiu, on the other hand, is a fun-loving and playful individual. He's the type to use charm, wit, and humor to distract you from doing something ridiculous. He's also capable of using manipulation and gaslight to ensure that his darling remains loyal to him.

Once darling get so obedient, both of them might view the sudden obedience of you as a sign that they are finally getting through to you, and might feel a sense of satisfaction and relief as you're finally accepting them as a part of your life. Fan Wujiu would be more touchy while Xie Bi'an continue to whisper sweet nothings against your ear.

They have all the patience in the world no matter how many times that you disobey them, they understand that it's suffocating to have them by your side most of the time so they give you space..as long as you're still in their sight.

But once you try to escape or do much worse.. They see it as disloyalty, you have no choice but to accept them being next to you at all cost. Taking turns to keep an eye on you, keeping you under their umbrella.

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Ꮺ ⨾ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED

[oletus-writer]

Can you make a 'Jealous of their mini version' with Jack, h!Melly and fools gold? (if they had one) will be so glad to read them :)

Of course!! I’ve been busy being consumed by Baldur’s Gate III so this is late by a long shot.

Jack, Hunter Melly, Hunter Norton being jealous of their mini pet version

Warnings: slight jealousy

Jack

He’s amused, to say the least. You can’t get enough of him, so much so that you’ve decided to purchase a little version of him to follow you around when he’s not there. Unlike others, he won’t be too jealous, and is willing to pamper it alongside you, treating it like a child.

‘Oh my sweet robin, it looks like you’ve been missing me. Well, don’t you worry; there’s enough of me to go around. This little darling can’t be much of a replacement, hm?’

Of course, if he finds you spending more time with little Jack than with him, jealousy settles in. He’ll court you, all gentlemanly and saccharine. Expect flowers, poems, being treated better in matches, and maybe even a painting. Holding the door open for you, kissing your hand… you get the picture.

‘You did so well in that match… Sure, I wasn’t there, but I’m certain you did well, dove. Would you like to enjoy this wine with me as celebration? If not, may I interest you in some of my cooking?’ (You’ll have to supervise his cooking, though)

There isn’t much pettiness, as he understands why you’d buy a mini Jack, and that it’s more available to you than him, being a hunter and all. He does have a photo of you that he carries with him at all times, after all, but he might get jealous over the fact you actively spend time with mini Jack than him. Sure, it’s a pet you need to take care of, but he’d prefer it if you invite him over a bit more frequently.

Hunter Melly

She’s a bit more possessive of you than her survivor counterpart, and is a bit ruthless. She doesn’t mind locking away little Melly so she could have the entire day alone with you, nor does she mind resorting to threatening the little pet. However, she’s not a total savage, and is willing to raise it like a child.

‘Honey, as much as I enjoy your company evermore when we’re alone, perhaps this little pet you have isn’t so bad. We should give it a proper name, not just Little Melly.’

Bitter jealousy still settles in her ribcage like acid reflux, though, and she’ll find any excuse to get you to have greenhouse dates, as the mini pet would get lost, it’s little legs and short perspective unable to find its parents in the maze. She’ll pick flowers and tell you their meanings all the while ignoring that nagging sense of guilt.

However, she finds that little Melly has its uses, such as observing small details on her insects, and finding new species within the greenhouse. She’ll treat the pet a bit better, and there are some times when you find her giving all her attention to it.

‘This little sweetheart has done wonders to my research. It was a good choice to purchase it. You have my gratitude.’

Hunter Norton

He understands that you’re not all his, and that he should be nice and respectful of his lover, but he just has the instinct to hold things dear to him so tightly that his ribcage wraps around them. There’s an ill feeling in his throat and he can’t swallow and his rock fingers twist knobs into the table.

‘What’s going on, darling? Oh… that little thing. I see. Suppose I should leave you to it, then, since it’s obviously better company that me.’

Unlike the other two, he’s never going to accept the mini him into his life. He hates children, and having another mouth to feed is quite the annoyance.

‘When are you gonna throw that thing aside? It’s just a toy, right? Come to your rightful place in my arms.’

He simply doesn’t understand why you’d rather the substitute than the real thing. After all, as much as he doesn’t want to admit, you could always seek out survivor Norton.

[kohabielnin]

Headcanons Truth & Inference Lovers

Today I wasn't going to write anything because I woke up sore and sick, but as I felt a little better, and I saw something that made my day, I decided to write a little. I removed Emma and Naib because unfortunately I didn't know much, but in their place I put Rosemary

D.M/Désire Mélodis

• If he already showed you off when you were just his employee, now that you're his groom/bride, he won't give you a moment's peace,

• He cares about you, of course, but that doesn't mean he doesn't tease you and irritate you sometimes,

• To recap what we already know, D.M is a demon among humans, so unless you like not walking for days, don't irritate him,

• His snake has great affection for you, so it's normal for it to wrap itself around you while you're sitting on D.M.'s lap on his orders,

• He loves seeing your face blush when he says it loudly at parties, "I'm sorry, ladies, but I don't want to keep my beautiful bride Y/n waiting for me", yes, he says it loud and clear for everyone to hear,

• Honestly, Mr. Inference and Gatto really feel sorry for you

Noir/Saphir Mélodis

• I'm sorry, but your right to go on missions with him has been revoked at his request,

• He cares enough about you to keep you away from all the dangers of the missions he and you were on,

• When he's not on missions or it's at night, he loves sharing calming moments like taking a shower together or sleeping cuddled together, which he says calms him down after a stressful day.

• There isn't a day that goes by that Tuberose doesn't tease you, of course you also tease him back, so Noir usually watches the mini wars that you and Tuberose have,

• Leon already liked you a lot and with you officially being family, the hawk allowed himself to get attached to you,

• He's not as present as possible, but he tries to make up for it by spoiling you whenever D.M allows him to rest

Tuberose/Jack

• Let's start with a fact, he will only stay with you if Lady Rosemary also likes you,

• His face was once a reason for you to fight with him, but after he showed it to you, after months of pestering him about it, you never wanted to see him with a mask again,

• Rosemary thinks the relationship you two have is cute and is happy to participate in it too,

• He tends to be quite protective of you and Rosemary, so it's not surprising that if he sees D.M teasing you he'll get jealous,

• He'll never admit it, but he loves it when you sit on his lap and Rosemary plays with his hair, he finds moments like that comforting,

• You and Rosemary are his treasure, so he will not rest until you are both satisfied in every way, he is a man devoted to both of his treasures

Rosemary/Grace

• What led her to accept you in a relationship with Tuberose was her knowledge of plants,

• As she is usually busy with important matters, she tends to leave you alone most of the time, but that never stopped you from going to her and massaging her shoulders,

• Tuberose likes how hard you are to be in a relationship with him and Rosemary,

• She may also end up suffering from jealousy if she sees you with DM a lot and when that happens she doesn't leave your side and doesn't let go of the hug,

• Her calming moments with you are when you are massaging her shoulders or lying on her lap, she always smiles stupidly when she sees your sleeping face,

• She likes to give you bracelets or flower crowns, because according to her it makes you more beautiful, as flowers make your beauty more evident.

Gatto/Aesop Carl

• It took him a while to accept being in a relationship with you,

• Don't force hugs or any other type of touch, he doesn't feel comfortable, so it's better to wait for him to ask for something like that,

• He's a bit shy so he'll always stutter when he asks you for some kind of affection, which is why he prefers not to speak, just open his arms or lay his head on your shoulder or lap, even if it makes him extremely red,

• Cat loves being on top of you, filling you with hair, it's her fault that Gatto ends up touching you even more,

• He loves it when you make him coffee or just pat him on the head, because it reminds him of things his mother used to do,

• Even with little courage, if D.M says something that doesn't please you, he will defend you because this is one of his ways of proving that you are important to him, but after D.M leaves, please, make a coffee and pat his head , he gave his all to defend you even though he was scared

White/Saphir Mélodis

• Let's be honest here, you being engaged to him hasn't changed the way he acts towards you,

• Surprise hugs, kisses on the forehead, nose and cheek, messy hair, are just some of the things he does,

• His owl likes to sleep on your head and that's extremely cute,

• Making him blush is something rare, but it is one of the cutest scenes that can exist,

• Let's face it, White is a cute romantic, so he goes out of his way to see your beautiful smile,

• He loves to affirm that he loves you, in public or in private, there is no one who can stop him from proving his love for you, even if he doesn't like kissing you in public, light caresses like kissing your forehead and stroking your hair are allowed for him in public

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: None / Tags: Drunk Sex

Relationships: Jack | The Ripper (Identity V)/You (fem!reader)

Notes: based on the Butler Cafe jack, this brought to you by @/jackthepeeper's wip

Summary:

“Wearing such tantalizing clothing,” Grabbing your other leg the second you try fighting him, chuckling as you go still in fear. The tall night stalker kneels bringing your leg to his masked face, taking a deep inhale of your scent, the shaking purr follows as he speaks, “Ah, the sweet smell of vanilla. Truly, doll, you were seeking attention.”

[ithaquasbbg]

Hello, may I have some headcanons on Hunter Luchino and Jack react to their y/n falling asleep during a match?

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Omg yes I love this trope!!! Sorry for the delay

Luchino and Jack with an exhausted s/o Headcanons

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Pairing: Luchino x reader, Jack x reader

Tw: none

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Luchino

(He looks like he’s seen some things in half of the official art Netease needs to do him better)

|🧪| He knew there was something wrong when he saw you early in the match. You looked like he did back when he would spend his entire days doing research!

|🧪| Luchino decides to go easy on you since you look exhausted and manages to chair one of your teammates only for you to come rescue.

|🧪| When you rescue your teammate, it’s not long before you’re passed out on the ground in front of the hunter and your very concerned teammate.

|🧪| Forget about chairing your teammates- Luchino needs to make sure you’re okay first! He sits down and lays your head down on his lap so you can rest until he can surrender.

|🧪| As soon as he gets the option he does and walks you back into your room in the manor as fast as possible, laying you down in your bed and taking a seat next to you

|🧪| He sits down reading a book of some sort (probably science…) until you wake up

|🧪| The moment you try to get up he gently pushes you back down with a stern look on his face.

|🧪| Forget your matches for the rest of the day, he’s going to make sure you can get out of them and get proper rest.

You open your eyes to find yourself in your bed.. weren’t you just rescuing your teammate? Confused, you start to sit up only to feel a gentle hand pushing you back down into your pillows. “(Name), you need to rest.” Luchino sets his book down and gives you a worried yet stern glance. “..But-” He quickly cuts you off, a small smile on his face. “I got you out of your matches so you can sleep, (Name), you need it.”

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Jack

(He’d be a pretty good baby girl if he wasn’t a killer..)

|🔪| Jack doesn’t see you until you come to rescue your teammate from being chaired, and boy do you look exhausted!

|🔪| Out of pity (or maybe morbid curiosity) he lets you rescue your teammate despite the fact you can barely stand up. It’s no surprise to him when you pass out.

|🔪| Unlike Luchino, Jack has no desire to spare your teammates even if you’re out cold, and simply Carries you around for the rest of the match as he hunts.

|🔪| Once the other three survivors are out though he surrenders so he can walk you back to your room.

|🔪| Tucks you into bed and runs his hands across your face, it’s not everyday he gets to admire you up close like this.

|🔪| When you eventually wake up, you’re met with a kiss on the lips and the ever prominent smirk on Jacks face (assuming you can see it… let’s just say you can)

|🔪| He’s not going to let you do another match for the day, and makes sure you don’t get out of bed if you don’t need to.

“Jack..? What happened to the match?” You ask after coming to your senses, only to hear your boyfriend chuckle at your cluelessness “You passed out cold in the middle of it, (Name).” You feel your face getting hit with embarrassment before a glass of water is handed to you. “Take a drink and go back to bed, (Name), I can’t have you passing out in front of somebody else now can I?”

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There we go, hopefully it’s ok :))

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hello! I found your blog and love the writing

Here’s sit with me while I tell you my favorite idea 💡

✨So the hunters (all if possible) come back to the manor after a long match of smelling sweat and blood upon walking towards their shred room with reader they catch a scent of their lovers perfume- mind going a mile a minute with the idea of their lover being in they arms and just melting from the stress of the day ✨

Thoughts 💭

ANON. anon...... this is the kind of scenario that makes me CRAZY uegh.. when their judgment's clouded by bloodlust but inhaling your scent brings them back to their senses >>> 🤒 let me be your lighthouse home etc etc. sign me UP.

for some blurbs, this turned into a broader "hunter comes straight to you after a rough match" without the perfume bit. kind of misunderstood the assignment but either way, here's this!

🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️

🌪️ Ithaqua brings an air of gloom with him into your bedroom. Driven by nothing but a searing want for you, he skips over any pleasantries to tear off his mask and shove you onto the ground. A bed of wind tries to break your fall, but his impatience gets the better of him; he pins you to the floor with such force that he disrupts his own gale from cushioning your way down. Not that you care in the moment. You’ve been waiting to have him in your arms all day. He leaves a scattering of love bites and wet kisses up your neck.

✂️ Jack has one particular tune that he hums after his worst matches. Months of living together have left you all too familiar with it. His song begins from the foot of the staircase and steadily crisps itself to your ears as he draws nearer. Afraid of the state you might find him in, you rush outside to meet him at the top of the banister. He pauses with one foot on the next step. “Curious,” he says, greeting you with a cordial smile. “It’s not often a little mouse stands in my path—not on purpose.” His blouse is soaked a shade of reddish brown, and no amount of easy banter can hide the weariness in his eye. “Well, you’ve saved me the trouble. I was on my way to ravage you next.”

👘 Michiko drags her nails along the walls of the corridor, leaving a dull streak of blood behind. She doesn’t make a sound when she slips inside your room, practised in her delicate step; you don’t even feel the dip in the mattress before she has her shoulders arched over you. Eyeing you tenderly, she rolls a warm thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m home,” she murmurs. “Your sweet scent led the way again.” She realizes she left a smear of red on your skin, and her hand jerks away, startled by the reminder of what she had been doing just minutes ago.

🏳️ Bi’an’s arms wind around the small of your back, drawing you into his chest for a slow, tender embrace. It’s the first thing he does after returning to the manor: falling straight into your arms. As his lips trail down your forehead, peppering soft kisses in their path, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A whisper escapes you about how out of the blue this is, and in response he brings a kiss to the corner of your eye, prompting them to flutter shut. “Let me have you, just for a little while…” Those sweet kisses he’s so good at descend your neck, growing rougher the lower he goes.

🏴 Wujiu’s arms wind around your stomach, pressing his chest flush against your back. He hasn’t uttered a word since returning from his match, aside from a tepid “Nothing worth mentioning” when asked about his day. This sudden affection takes you by surprise. You try to turn your head to face him but he catches your chin, steering your gaze back to the wall. “Don’t look at me.” Whatever is clouding his mind today is better left alone, you realize. You lay your hands on top of his, squeezing them, encouraging him to let your presence blot out everything on his mind. Warm breath fans your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.

🦌 Bane doesn’t like to discuss his matches. It makes no difference whether they are quick or slow, a win or a lose, they always weigh on him the same way. He sits on the edge of the bed lost in thought. You decide to break the tension first by greeting him with a hug from behind, your chin hooking over his shoulder. Bane isn’t big on physical affection. But after a while he cups a tender hand to your temple, palm taking up the entirety of your face, and presses you gently into him.

🐍 Yidhra might be the hunter most detached from the nightmares of the manor games. They provide nothing but leisure for her, and she’s never felt particularly passionate about them, win or lose. Her followers are the ones who give her the most trouble. When they resist her will, her consciousness splinters apart, some days leaving her too weak to herd them back again. These are typically the days she comes for you. You aren’t sure when she enters your room, but sometimes you catch glimpses of her tail in your peripheral, never to be seen when you’re looking on purpose. Her voice floats in the back of your mind: Mine, mine, mine, mine… There is nothing that binds you to her, yet you’re the only one who never resists her.

🪞 Mary barges into the room clumsily for someone of her poise. She struggles to prop herself against the door, muddy skirt stiff in awkward folds. “My mind is a mess,” she exclaims, voice clear but breathless at the same time. “Where are you? Come settle me.” The second she spots you, she sulks over to toss her arms around your neck, finding a seat in your lap. Clearly she isn’t concerned about observing her usual decorum today. Her dress is heavy and splotched with muck you don’t care to identify, but you don’t mind holding her as the burdens of the day ease off her shoulders.

🎻 Antonio’s fingers instinctively travel to the liquor cart by the window. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but feeling around to find nothing but an empty platter gives him pause. One resigned cluck of his tongue later, you feel tendrils of hair coil around your waist and wrists. They pluck you up from your side of the bed and present you in front of him as if you’re nothing more than a doll. “Not a drop to console me?” he complains, knowing you’ve hidden his bottles again. Then his head tilts slightly, taking in your scent. You can practically see detention’s fiery glow return to his eyes. “No, perhaps you are right—there is something more intoxicating for me here.”

🔩 Percy - “Hm...” He’s scrutinizing you with such intensity that you wonder if something’s on your face. He leans over to take an exaggerated whiff of you, and your heart sinks in offense. You have half a mind to tell him you showered just that morning, so it’s probably not you — besides, he’s the one who’s been tangoing with carcasses all day — but Percy keeps a thoughtful look about him. “You smell full of life,” he muses. “That fragrance you wear, it was popular back in the day. Transports me to the city again.” He would know better than you; you just found this perfume in the trunk of a dusty old room. When he comes closer, clasping either hand around your face, you let him lose himself in the nostalgia. Moments like these are all you have to keep yourselves sane in the manor.

🐟 Grace’s mouth is pulled into a taut frown when she flings open the door. You can see a slight quiver in her lip if you squint. Her harpoon clatters on the ground and she drops onto your bed, braid falling out, face buried in a pillow. There’s little you can do except rub a soothing hand in circles on her back. When she peeks over her arm with a gentle plea in her eyes, you wonder if she’s asking for a deeper massage—but you don’t get the chance to ask before her hand latches onto your forearm, tugging you down to lie with her.

🕯️ Philippe settles for a glass of brandy and his bundle of sketches. He’s resting on the chaise by the foot of the bed, not his work desk where he’d usually be. Rather than drafting new ideas he’s simply thumbing through the old ones, mechanically, breaking from his cycle only for a sip of his glass. It’s like your lover’s been replaced by a puppet. You feel unnerved enough to intervene: stripping him first of his glass, his sketches, then his monocle, you tip him back onto the cushion. You expect him to complain about having to get back to work, but he doesn’t protest. Tonight is for him, you decide. As his dark hair sprawls out beneath him, you straddle his thighs, and his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’m terribly jealous of this magic of yours,” he murmurs, faint lilt in his voice. “It’s always you who brings me back from the stars.”

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Jack Thoughts!!

A/n: Sometimes I try to go to sleep bc ik I have smth to do the next day but.... Knifes.... Blades.... Yandere..

Its been a hot minute for IDV content huh

CW: Slut shaming(?) Name calling only really, reader gets a bit slashed up but doesn't die (womp womp), and basically creepy man yandere so 🙃

Jack looming over your shivering and worn out body; lungs desperately trying to keep up oxygen intake as the sporadic beating of your heart threatens to pop right out of your chest. Silver locks of hair hides the eyes drinking up the sight that beholds him. Spreading his digits apart, the shape of the sharp thin blades make their appearance through the fog that always somehow follow wherever he goes.

A saccharine smile is cut onto his face. The chase had his heart pumping almost as fast as yours. The only other thing keeping the rate in this position was the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Jack presses his palm firmly on your chest while his fingers land oh-so cautiously as to not slice into you too soon. Being able to hurt you so up and close rather than from a distance felt so intimate. He most definitely won't be the same after this. He needs more.

"It's no fun if you keep squirming." Jack leans down, closing into your pitiful state. He looks as if he were drooling just at the sight, "Or has this been your way of teasing me? You're not the same as those previous harlots, are you?" Of course you were. You're a dirty, tainted little thing, but that's what he loved about you. You were already ruined, but somehow stayed sweet enough to tempt him into biting.

And sink his teeth in he did.

As much as he's itched to leave deep jagged claw marks on your precious skin, Jack decides to enjoy the moment for what it's worth. Hand flexing, the slightest bits of pressure is applied as he slowly drags his blades down from just above your collar bones to your mid-section past your ribcage.

Your dopamine-inducing screams and kicks sends him teetering over the edge. Breathing labored as his own lower body trembles in the ecstasy; you were perfect. Dirty, dirty little fucking whore, it's a vile thought. Slaughtering anyone else was messy murder, but digging into you? Tearing you to shreds? Why, that's paradise.

He wants to see inside of you.

Jack wastes no time in slashing you once more- horizontally across your stomach. Fortunately, your guts didn't come spilling out, much to his slightest dismay. Shredded clothes really do suit you once the blood as soaked into it.

How long till the baron finds this unamusing? Time can only tell. Until then, he shall allow you to indulge in one thing.

Jack's lips hover above the shell of your ear uncomfortably close. He wants to be close, closer. Chest to chest, the fact your blood is fusing into the fabric of his suit takes ahold of him in endorphins.

"No matter where you go," he dances the flat side of his blades across your wounds, making you flinch at instinct, "I'll be there with you. You belong to me, blood, sweat, and tears."

[ladii02]

didn't see jack good child on your list, if you know what i mean 😈 better start writing, fellow jack lover :3 - your favorite outside god smoocher

Good Child HCs

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Goodchild! Jack x GN!Reader

Jack? frfr, can't believe I'm actually gonna do this( ˘︹˘ ) as always gender was not specified so it's GN reader. Kinda short, no, VERY short. I'm not in the proper mindset to write for Jack but I tried for my pookie(* >ω<)

TW: Mention of murder, Jack

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Jack was a good person, or so he believed. He was aware of the things 'he' did when he was asleep, he was aware of the women 'he' hurted and mercilessly killed.

Jack was a good person, he believed it was 'his' fault. Not his, him. He coped through painting in hopes of getting the Bad Child child off his head, maybe that it'll help quiet 'him' down.

The incident of Bad Child made Jack distance himself from others, and if you managed to get inside his personal life expect him to distance himself from you.

Still being afraid of what Bad Child had done, it's quite obvious that he'll try to keep his distance from you, trying to keep the interactions between you both as little as possible.

If you're the type to be persistent and continues to try to talk to him despite his attempts to be distant, Jack's going to try a tad bit harder, he isn't going to deny that he's fond of you, but he wont show it. The fear of you being 'his' next new interests always appears in the back of his mind whenever he would try to approach you.

Of course he wasn't wrong, Bad Child wakes when the Good Child is asleep. The more you appear in his life, the more interested 'he' becomes, Jack tries to block 'his' whispering, the voice that tells him to cut you apart.

He doesn't want that, as much as his heart aches to have a good life with you, painting won't be able to silence the monster in him forever.

If only you both were two different people

[helpme695]

Hello, hello,Hello,my dear!!

I saw that you were a brand new blog with barely any writings and that you wrote for IDV,so i HAD to jump on the occasion,you see?

Allow me to introduce myself (as this is most likely not the last time you will be seeing me!), I am Nina (or Weewoo!),self proclaimed platonic asker!

And I am here to humbly ask for headcanons (or a one shot,i don't know which one you prefer,but I'd be happy with both!!) For Jack the Ripper (except if you don't write for him,which i understand,He IS based off a real murderer...if you don't write for him,I'd love some Antonio! But I'd prefer Jack :3 or both if you're interested Or if you prefer to choose other than those two,that's okay!!) with a child!reader (platonic ofc) that loves all types of art? Like they like listening to music while drawing- sure they're not the best,since they're still learning,but they show their art to them when they're proud of it? And they give the Hunter(s) drawings of them?? They're just a small cutie that gives drawings to people?

Thank you for reading! I hope you like this prompt and enjoy writing it!! Remember to drink,eat and take breaks,Hun!

Stay proud,

-Nina <3

Helloooooooo Nina :D I'm glad to have you in my silly blog :) I hope you will enjoy it in the future <) I wrote for both of them since I like Antonio ^_^ I'm sorry for taking quite a lot to answer ;-; it will happen again if I continue with this writing style </3.

I didn't dive too much about child thing, so you can take it as an adult or little kid. Either way, it's definitely platonic. Oh and it mostly seemed gender nature sooo :)

Aaa i just did reader give art to these 2 lol , sooo yah </3 sorry for my mistakes

Both of them are not that experienced with children because of their backgrounds. Antonio is busy drinking his favorite wines and playing masterpieces for the nobles, and god knows what else. As for Jack, he's just being, well... Jack. :)

they don't mind children that much; it depends on their mood. Mostly, they act like 'the cool uncles'.

However, Jack is not as fond of babysitting as Antonio. He thinks there are better options, like Michiko or Leo! Or maybe, why not play with people your age? Robbie and Memory would be happy to have you around.

They recognize your unique and diverse interests in various forms of art, which is uncommon even among adults.

Sometimes, they will simply watch you to see what you are best at. That way, they could buy you something nice related to it. Of course, they would support you in other forms, as well. They just figure that if you are great at something specific, it means you love it the most.

Now, let's talk about each one :D

Antonio:

It's not unusual to find him friendly in matches if he's in the mood. A simple, goofy mistake was all it took to make this weird-haired noodle crack up (thanks to Tracy's terror shock and Martha's failed flare gun rescue).

You participated in this match. All of you were having fun in Moonlit River Park.

After this match, everyone said their goodbyes and left to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, felt you wanted to appreciate him more. So, you got yourself comfortable, put on your favorite music (or headed to the composer to listen to him), and started drawing. It didn't take you long to finish it, so you borrowed some clay from Galatea to make a small version of him. It turned out messy. Nevertheless, you colored it. Your paper drawing turned out better than your little clay Antonio, but it still looked adorable.

You would know if he's in his room by his usual violin playing. And today was no exception. You knocked on his door softly, and the long-haired man heard it. Which makes sense since he's hard to hide from.

"Come in,"

And with that, you slipped past his door. You were greeted with his usual creepy smile and a couple of bottles of booze around his desk.

"Hello (name), I thought you were tired from the last match. Especially for a little one like you. Do you want to listen to my latest work later? I suggested Mr. Kreiburg and I do a musical performance together for the upcoming season."

You didn't say anything, just smiling at him as you got closer, and so did Antonio's curiosity.

"Is there something on your mind you would like to tell me, (name)?"

He crouched down to meet your height, still looming over you. You smile only brighten when you got excited to show your work to him. Behind your back, you emerged two artworks of him. His eyes lingered on what your hand was holding before he took them.

The drawing was of him ballooning Tracy and holding you with his hair, while what seemed like a sad Martha with her gun, and Forward way back running at him.

And then he looked at your small clay sculpture. His hair looked like overcooked pasta and worms coming out of it, with some black coloring. implies you are still new to shaping.

You were overjoyed just looking at how his smile widened even more than it already was. You felt his eyes leave your art and look at your face. He honestly didn't know what to be happy about. Was someone actually spending time doing something wholesome for him? Or was it the sound of your laughter echoing in his room with the big smile of yours?

He placed your work on his desk and gently guided you with his hand to his embrace.

"I know you have undeniable talent, and I want to admire it and make sure nothing disturbs it. Today, you illuminated my heart with your caring light, crafting something priceless. I thank you for your gift, and if it was for that silly match, it's nothing compared to your kindness."

He patted your head for a few seconds and then stood up tall.

"As much as I like spoiling you with my masterpieces, you have to go to sleep. Ms. Dyer won't be happy finding you out of bed.

He placed his hand gently behind your back and guided you to his door. You were kind of disappointed; you don't like how Doctor Emily makes children go to bed so early. Nevertheless, you didn't complain. He didn't close his door yet, so you kept waving, saying your goodbyes and sweet dreams before your little form disappeared when you went downstairs.

He closed his door gently and went to his desk, which now held booze, paper art, and a mini clay Antonio. He stared at them for... what? Seconds? Minutes? He didn't care. Your pure soul made his usual lonely night better, and thanks to you, you gave him inspiration for his next musical piece.

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He will cherish your gifts and art; they brightened his room and made him feel less empty.

I like to think he will force Joseph to take pictures of them and him together.

He's your number 1 supporter and fan of your work. Hell, even if it's horrendous, he'll be damned if he ever THINKS it's bad. He might as well show it to everyone and threaten anyone who says otherwise.

Despite many people and nobles gathering around him for his matchless skill, he appreciates you because you do what you want with pure intentions. He doesn't need to bother thinking about your actions (unless something is very odd), and you see him as someone to trust. Which is sometimes a bad idea because, you know... the devil thing.

He did consider having a child before, but he knows he would be an awful father. Having you around, not taking up all his time or responsibility of taking care of you, yet still filling that void, made him drink less than usual.

Jack:

If you are interested in the art of music, you just so happen to have the most skilled violinist in the whole world next door, and you might even catch him happily holding a small violin for you. Now, get ready for waking up every Friday to Monday at 6 a.m. for a teaching course. Will he make you as amazing as him? No. But you'll surely come close to amazing.

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He likes to go to the manor garden, especially at night, because he likes his "own alone" time. He is known for being mysterious, sadistic, and moody, so most survivors keep you distance from him, usually the women. You always wonder why; he's not that "bad," as you think. He even carries your teammates in bride style, and likes to joke around in serious, stressful matches at the end of the day. And very polite gentleman.

So curious about him, you asked the hunters you trust when he usually comes to the garden, and then you decided to do your activities in it, hoping to see him today.

You painted, grafted, shaped, played music, listened to music, and even helped Emma water the whole garden. You spent almost 3 hours just hoping he would show up before your match schedule start. And just when you were about to give up-

"Helloooo there, little child. I must say you know where and when to pick the most perfect time for a suitable experience."

You turned around to see the very man you waited for, Jack the Ripper, outside the matches and in the open? You must be lucky. A smile rose on your face as you greeted him.

"It's great to see you too. I hope you don't mind me bothering you with my presence."

You watched him as he went further into the garden, chatting with Emma for a few moments. You wanted to speak to him, but you didn't exactly know how. So all you did was paint one specific flower that you liked and show him. Maybe it wouldn't be so awkward.

In a good 10 minutes, you finished, and while you admired your art piece and prepared to show it to him, he was already bent down beside you to judge.

"Hmmm..... very impressive, I do notice improvements in your details. But I fear there is something off about it."

You looked between him and the painting, figuring out what was missing. After a long silence, he finally stated.

"You don't have any idea how to light and shadow a flower, do you?"

You shook your head, saying you did what felt right.

"I do like to believe this statement as well, but sometimes there are better ways, especially when you can improve it much better. Here, give me your brush."

You hand him your brush as he takes your place, watching him work his magic on your art piece and fixing any mistakes. He makes sure to tell you where you messed up.

You were surprised, to say the least. You ask him if he's an artist, but he shatters your little heart when he says he stopped being one a long time ago. For you, you did feel frustrated, angry, and sad, however. You didn't give up on your journey, even on days you wanted to pull your hair out.

A thought crosses your mind. A white lie. You tell him you don't know how to paint certain things and would like him to teach you. He remains silent after your explanation, which creeps you out.

He knows you're lying, but it's not harmful, and he understands why. However, teaching you to paint? Out of all the requests, he prefers bring you the supplies you need.

"Hm... I asked too much. Would you mind if I left for a few minutes?"

You only nod, and he takes off. You felt guilty. Maybe you shouldn't have asked him; maybe you missed your chance.

20 minutes passed, and he still didn't show up. Yep. Might as well cry a bit tonight.

You gathered up your things, only your paints and canvas left. Once you collected them, you heard a familiar violin playing inside the manor. You decided to stay a bit to listen to it before you leave. You wondered if it was a stupid decision. You could just ask the hunters and survivors if you really wanted to know more about him.

"Fascinating, is it? Antonio's violin charms everyone to enjoy the moment, as if they are just puppets he controls."

Jack almost gave you a heart attack, but you forgot about it very quickly when you noticed him holding different types of objects—a bunch of paints and canvases.

"I did say I would leave you for a few minutes. You should learn be more patient. Anyway, sorry for taking your time. That da Vinci boy wasn't pleased to see me."

He placed the canvases and objects in the proper way before asking you to take your place.

"You are a very talented child. Your previous request was too silly to believe, so I brought things rather difficult to test you out and sharpen your skills."

And he wasn't joking when he said it would be difficult. At least he was more patient and easygoing than (da Vinci young boy).

One hour before the matches started, he decided you had had enough for today. He was focused on drawing small sculpture. So you took a chance to draw something.

Just when he finished his painting, you quickly told him you had to get ready for your matches, then left so fast, leaving one standing canvas behind. Before he could call you out about it, you were already far gone. So he let out a sigh and mumbled something about children these days.

He gathered all the stuff and went to your canvas as well, only to see a full drawing of a person.

It was him, focused on his own painting, with many red and blue roses around him. You almost made him seem like an innocent art teacher who loves nature. And well... one or two of those is true.

He couldn't help but admire it. How you pictured him in your head, how clueless you are about him, almost making him pity you.

If it weren't for Emma coming back because she's forgot something and noticed him, he would be quite late for his match. Not that he would have a problem with it; he would rather watch the painting dry so he can take it to his room later.

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Nobody truly knows him, especially with how his personality switches so fast, but when he's in a "normal" state, he does feel guilty about... everything. He would rather meet you outside this game, an artist teaching young people how to draw. Yeah, that would be much better than being "Jack the Ripper."

I'm sorry, but he can't really promise to help you with drawing; he doesn't enjoy it anymore. But he can give you tips and bring you what you're missing.

He tried to learn other forms of art but changed his mind too quickly when he failed miserably. No, he would rather sleep underground to have someone guide him.

High chance he would take your artwork and study it, did you improve? How much? Was it easy or hard? How did you feel when you finished it? He can tell more about it. And he usually comes up and tells what he thinks about it and what to improve (if you want, of course). He hopes that one day, you will beat your fellow artist survivors.

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Hi hello I want to bury myself :3 I seriously need to buy a novel book or smth because I feel stupid using simple words lmao 💀 #help

Anyway Have a nice day :D

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Could you maybe write some nsfw headcannons for Andrew my beloved

andrew is a curious character in terms of sex and fuckability, on ao3 he ranks in 5th place out of idv characters with E rated x reader fics, granted, idv x reader is not a huge race to win in, it's a very very sparse category but making the list anyways is still curious, people want to fuck that churchboy bad

my thoughts on him are a little less risqué I fear. he has the set up viability for all sorts of inappropriate religious tags, (incorrect use of a confessional would be a great one in this field, it couples well with the catholic guilt and body worship) as well as a fair contender for much more morbid tags in the field of necro. frankly though, for as much as I am a pervert and a great enjoyer of white boys who kill, andrew reads to me as a man much too preoccupied for the notion of sex

he's got his self worth to ponder and bodies to exhume, he seems like he dedicates more time to brewing animosity towards the world that hates him and trying to plot how to get his corpse quota filled than he would ever dedicate time to jacking off, so when I say this guy is an ultra virgin, I MEAN this guy is an ultra virgin. this is not to say he's naive, no no I will not allow this man to get tossed into the tar pit of innocent baby, he's certainly aware of things but would rather not make eye contact with said things that could potentially sully his soul with sin--or worse--distract him from his purpose. but let's give this universe a spin and see if we can make him fuck, what does it take to get there?

he's pretty null and void when it comes to social skills too as he is incredibly stiff and offputting and holds at least a grain of suspicion and paranoia towards everyone,, so trying to make the claim that he even has passable flirting skills is generous, if not an outright lie

what I'm saying is, you're going to have to make all the moves, because he's doing #noneofthem 🎉 additionally, expect to be turned down a lot too, because once again this churchboy is not engaging in sin and he must stay focused! so you will end up flustering him a lot, maybe even to the point of him getting a little irritated and angry (though he tries to bite it back), after all, the audacity to think someone could sway a man like him into temptation?! scandalous truly

your two options from here are either to slowly (and I MEAN slowly) but surely form an emotional bond with him over several years until he allows you to get saucy with him (because ooooh closeness and intimacy tastes so good when you're deeply in love) OR, you keep harloting towards him until this running bit isn't a bit anymore and he starts becoming haunted by the prospect of getting laid. like shaking in bed awake at night because his brain is haunting him. he finally gets the time and nerve to jack off and feels gross for weeks after because of all that damn sin. both routes ultimately require dedication though cause he's not exactly an easy man to seduce and besides the obvious religious aspect, I think he's a bit scared to fuck and also thinks he's undeserving of the fuck too (after all, why on earth are you attracted to him?? he thinks he's but a meager man of dirt value and unattractive to boot, someone wanting to hit sounds as absurd and impossible to him as him being crowned god. bro's self esteem is in the TRENCHES)

I digress, all this preamble, but the real meat of how this man fucks? he's doing it scared style, he's doing it anxious cornered animal style, he's doing it "oh jesus take the wheel I'm going to hell" style. this man's shame, discomfort with his own body, and lack of experience make him nigh deer in headlights during sex, again, you will in fact have to be making all the moves because he's #doingnoneofthem 🙌 I wouldn't quite classify him as a sub because I don't think he truly yearns to submit to someone, rather I think you have to sort of dom him by default because he doesn't know what he's doing and he might go catatonic if you make him try, I don't think even HE knows how he made it this far. regardless if it's you taking the wheel though or him attempting to lightly take charge after getting some experience in, two things will remain for him: the tendency to hyperventilate because the experience is a rush and he's feeling All Too Much All At Once, and being kind of needy. this man has never had an ounce of loving human touch so once he's over the ridge of panic it kind of devolves into not wanting to let you go, he's STARVED of that closeness

all that said, I don't think he lasts very long and he certainly doesn't fuck hard either, very tentative and shaky and slow. I think giving or receiving head is a bit much for him so I'd imagine he'd object to such things, hand stuff is okay though 👍 he's not really kinky or super into powerplay, I don't imagine he has any outlandish fetishes either. best case scenario in terms of squeezing a little freaky out of him is some light worship stuff, but that really depends heavily on whether you pass his judgement as someone to worship, for an example I think if you took the harlot route this would not apply, BUT harlot route does give you exclusive access to defiling the holy by attempting seduction in the church or graveyard (unlikely to come to fruition though he really has a hard limit on wanting to at least fuck in his own bed)

he's really one of those guys that if you want to fuck him you have to appreciate him for his stiff demeanor and aghast cross clutching at the notion of being diverted from his purpose for the sake of sin, and you must want him without expecting something greater and kinkier. this man is ultimately pretty vanilla I think, more than anything he probably just wants more domestic stuff as an expression of love and his libido isn't really in his life as a pressing thing he craves to the point of needing required satiation, but one can always dream of greener blasphemous pastures 🤌