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fishermanshook · 7 months

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Heart Felt Letters (postman x reader)

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This is just a little drabble, I’ll probs continue this tbh.

Victor isn’t sure the last time his heart beat this fast for someone.

He isn’t completely sure if a moment like this every really happened to him before.

But there’s a first time for everything, right? He thinks to himself as he douses his pen in ink again, checking that he didn’t collect too much.

Once the letter is finished, he licks the top and places a small upside down heart on the letter. Completely sealing it.

The Postman lowers himself onto one knee and gives the letter to Wick. There’s no need to communicate about its whereabouts anymore. He’s delivered notes like these enough times that he doesn’t need to hide his little smile anymore. These notes that are filled with lovely words that have sent your heart pumping and your stomach full of butterflies.

There’s a first time for everything, except you can’t count the last time you’ve had to read another letter that ended with;

“Yours truly, XXXXXX XXXXXX.”

note: wrote this while listening to “Butch 4 Butch” by Rio Romeo, I LOVE TJID SONG SO KYCU YOU GUES

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the-manors-writer · 2 years

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Can I request a fic with yandere Paperboy (in-essence universe) with a kidnapped reader? sorry if this is too specific, you can change it however you need!

YESS THE FIRST YANDERE REQUEST IS HERE THANK YOU ANON I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! - mod orpheus

request: yandere!postman w/ kidnapped!reader [in-essence universe] pairing: [victor grantz] yandere!paperboy x kidnapped!reader warnings: general yandere behaviour, delusional behaviour, implied future drugging

victor grantz

he saw you in passing, at first.

you were perfect to him, as your hair tussled in the artificial wind of metropolis. he stared, breathless, hands clutching a pile of newspapers in his arms. but he thought you were just like the wind- coming, going, never to return to him. but he was proven wrong. he saw you again, and this time, you were going up to him.

you smiled at him, and victor felt his heart thump hard and loud in his mechanical ears. it was raining that day, and he couldn’t go home because he lost his umbrella on the way over to the printing press. probably taken by someone who mistook it for their own or something. he was about to resign himself to staying at the press for the night, but then there you were, his saviour with the prettiest smile. “hey,” you greeted him, “paperboy- victor, right? left your umbrella at home or something?” victor looked away, his visor whirling through articles as he sheepishly nodded. he didn’t want to tell you it wasn’t actually at home, but whatever you said, victor felt like he had to agree with. he didn’t want to imagine ever saying ‘no’ to you. it’d upset him greatly.

“do you live close by?”

he perked his head up towards you, visor rolling through more articles. were you.. offering to walk home with him? “i can walk you home! wouldn’t want your newspapers to get wet, right?” you were. you were! he had to hide his excitement as he nodded his head, following as you reopened your umbrella at the door. when you offered your hand to him, the paperboy felt like he was about to pass out. nearly did so too when your hands linked together.

the walk back, victor got acquainted with you, introducing you to wick who barked in greeting. in the middle of it, wick’s paws got too tired and victor was just about to scoop him up when you handed him the umbrella and took the dog to your arms yourself, the animal friend making himself comfortable in your arms. victor didn’t feel jealous at all, in fact, his heart soared. you cared about wick, just like him! not a lot of people cared about wick like he did.

the two of you eventually reached his apartment, and you bid him goodbye as you left. his clothes lingered of your smell, a scent that was utterly, preciously yours. he didn’t want to wash them. he actually didn’t- he took off the clothes and hung them up and just used a new replica the next day. every night, when he reached home, he’d lean into those clothes and inhale the scent off of it. he didn’t see what was wrong with it, nor how weird you would think his actions are if you figured it out. after all, you’d never find him weird, right? you cared about him, right? you loved him, didn’t you? he felt a smile twitch across his lips. of course you loved him. the two of you often met since the last time, and he always took his time to talk with you [or sign, specifically].

but you always refused whenever he offered for you to come in to his apartment. you were so shy, so polite, victor thought as you left the apartment’s yard again. he wanted to show you it was okay to enter his home- in fact, he wanted you to live here with him. isn’t that what lovers do? live together? he’d rather you stay with him, though; it’s safer at his apartment than yours. yours is much too small. too easy to break into. he’ll show you that it’s okay to stay together.

you were tired. you’ve been losing things so much these days, you aren’t sure where you’ve misplaced them, if you’ve misplaced them at all. at first, it was little things. pens, papers, some stamps. then it became more suspicious things, like glasses, plates, cutlery. then it was straight up ammenities that you’re sure you put in your bathroom; towels, toothbrushes, soaps, shampoos. you’ve been looking at advertisements both in paper and online to see if there was anywhere else you could move to, though in a place like metropolis, there isn’t much of a good place to be. especially if you couldn’t afford it.

the rain pattered against your window, a clap of thunder made you scream and drop your stack of clothes. you cussed and knelt down to gather them again. you had a friend in the higher ups of metropolis who said you could live in their apartment for the meanwhile for a few weeks at least, and you were packing, but now you have to do it all over again thanks to the mess on the floor. the thunder had cut the lights in your room and you were aimlessly feeling at the floor, trying to find your comb that you sure dropped from the top of the pile. your hand touched... something. it wasn’t your comb, despite it being small. it was furry. you squinted your eyes in the dark, and jumped. “wick..! what are you doing here, boy..?” you muttered. it was victor’s dog friend who never left his side. seeing the dog here made you worried. was victor okay? did wick just wander off? wick never wandered off. however, the dog barked up at you, in an excited fashion at that, which meant it wasn’t something.. bad. you felt a hand on your shoulder. the last thing you got to see was the visor that had a newspaper article tucked within it.

he watched you intently, counting your breaths. one. two. three. four. five. you’re alive. he didn’t hit your head too hard, that’s good. it wasn’t that hard to carry you back to his apartment, he just told passerbys you drank too much and passed out. right now, you were tucked into his bed, with wick sleeping soundly by your feet. he smiled, eyes twinkling. his visor was set aside on the bedside table. victor’s chest thumped in excitement. your eyes were fluttering as you were waking up. you’re alive..! that’s wonderful, he was so happy to see you, and is even more happy to see that reaction of yours. yes, those wide eyes, the way you sat up, looking around, speaking so quickly- yes, you’re happy, that’s definitely you being happy!

he hugged you tight and felt your hands fist around his shirt. you must be so ecstatic, after all, why else were you crying? he cupped your cheeks, a flush spreading across his face as he giggled in excitement. “vi- ic-tor-” you sob out, tears down your cheeks, “wh- what’s happening- what’s going on..?!” he giggled even harder, squirming in place. you said his name! you said his name again, in such a sweet voice, you said his name! he clung to you, pushing you down to the bed as he cuddled into you. victor was much stronger, no matter how you squirmed and struggled, nothing happened. he couldn’t wait to live out the rest of his life with you, though you might need some medication to calm down. that thunderstorm must be scaring you so much.

he can’t wait to wake up to you. he can’t wait to cook you meals. he can’t wait to kiss you until you can’t breathe. he can’t wit to have you. he loves you so much.

and he’ll make sure his umbrella is always shared between you two.

[art credit - official art]

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dentiststoothfairy · 5 months

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Hello! I see you're on a break, but may I place a request for an Identity V matchup whenever you're up for it? I'm pretty new to the fandom and still getting to know the characters but I'm v curious! I have no preferences for gender or surv/hunter.

I'm an INTJ and enneagram 6w5, if those help.

I'm also an only child to parents who worked a lot to make end's meet, so I'm used to having a lot of space and time to myself. I dont do well with crowds or long social events, but I am very good at adopting myself to socialize with different kinds of people in smaller bursts. I get along with just about everyone I meet, but the social masking means I'm a bit slow to make genuine friendships. I'm VERY loyal to people I can share my quiet decompression time with. On the flip side, I'm impatient with people who intentionally ignore my boundaries because I'm used to the alternative of being alone.

Im an anxious person who doesn't handle heated confrontation well. Regular disagreements are fine, but raised voices set me on edge and I'd rather take time away from someone so we can both cool off before we have a conversation.

Acts of Service is my favorite LL to receive, even just little things like cleaning my glasses for me. (I'm independent, but not having to be makes me feel loved) Physical Touch is probably second, and also probably the one I'm best at giving.

I'm more of a homebody and my main hobbies are reading, writing, and just relaxing to music, but I also enjoy outdoor activities like camping and hiking when I have company. I have a weak spot for low-budget horror and science fiction films! I enjoy trying new foods too--i think I'm a pretty average home cook, but I'm not a picky eater and I do my best ☺️

I like animals, and I have a couple bunnies as pets! They're v well behaved and have free run of the house.

I work in a management role right now because the money is pretty good, but it's draining and my dream is to publish my first book and make that my career!

Thank you in advance! -🐇

I match make you with...

💌 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐙 🐶

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If you need someone to give you gentle encouragment to grow out of your shell or quiet refuge from extended social events. He's your go-to guy.

He's more than happy to be your support.

Your adaptability matches well with his ability to match his attitude to his letters. You both would be able to blend well into the right crowd, but would need a safe haven to recover from such. Unlike common belief, Victor doesn't like people as much as you'd think.

I feel like your struggles to make genuine friends would sort of bring him comfort that he's never been able to tell if certain people would make poor or good friends.

You wouldn't have to worry about Victor pressing your boundaries since he has very similar boundaries to you. He'd understand that sometimes, being on your own is the best thing a person could be.

I hope you like dogs. Because Wick would be pretty excited to meet you haha. Wick is Victor's dog that has been through hell and back with him. So because of that, he's been pretty attached to Victor and that's the only person Victor feels comfortable around.

Honestly? Victor is one of the most chill survivors in the manor. I don't think you'd have to worry about arguments with him. If you ever did argue, I think he'd initially struggle to communicate about it first. It'd be a bit of a climb but if he trusts you enough, you two will be just fine. But, I wouldn't worry about that at all. He's literally just happy to be here.

If you're looking for Acts Of Service as your favorite love language? This boy literally delivers letters because he loves to. He would absolutely do little things like that for you. He would be more than delighted to do small things for you.

He's also such a sweetheart so he'd probably melt at your touch. He'd adore it very much.

Wick requires the pat tax

And with your cooking? I don't imagine he'd be too picky either. BUT he'd adore some Steak Diane if you wouldn't mind 🙏

And since you have bunnies? You'd be great with Wick! Since Wick is also very very well behaved. So much so, that Victor brings Wick into matches and he does exactly what he is told! So, not only would Victor love your buns, but Wick would probably love new friends to play with. (He will be gentle with them I promise)

He's also pretty independent since he acts as a postman. He literally ran into a fire to save Wick, so yeah. He wouldn't be leeching off your absolute girl bossing it. But just know. He will be the first person to read your book. He'll run around it and deliver little advertisements to help get your career off the ground (most likely as a secret) because he knows you're talented <333

#anon #anon ask #x reader #x y/n #identity v #idv #victor idv #victor grantz #the postman idv #victor grantz idv #victor grantz identity V #the postman identity V #match up

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id5cons · 2 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ POSTMAN | VICTOR GRANTZ "teal-ish" icon set // psd cred.

𓆩♡𓆪 req by anon!

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╰┈➤ 500 x 500 px

╰┈➤ reblog or like if using, credit unnecessary otherwise

#identity v #id5 icons #identity v icons #idv #idv edit #idv icons #icon edit #icons #id5 #icon edits #the postman idv #postman idv #victor grantz #victor idv #idv victor

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broh3m3 · 6 months

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3rd Survivor Batch!

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t0bey · 2 months

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Happy anniversary to my favorite event from 2023 🫶

#identity v #idv #anne lester #emma woods #victor grantz #aesop carl #norton campbell #emil mesmer #ada mesmer #jack idv #toy merchant idv #gardener idv #postman idv #embalmer idv #prospector idv #patient idv #psychologist idv #my art

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saintvln · 19 days

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love this genre of idv characters

#idv #identity v #mike morton #victor grantz #florian brand #fire investigator #idv acrobat #idv postman #valart

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chawawanya · 1 month

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almost there ..

#idv #identity v #identity v fanart #idv fanart #idv painter #idv postman #idv grave keeper #idv prisoner #idv entomologist #idv batter #ganji gupta #victor grantz #andrew kreiss #melly plinius #luca balsa #edgar valden

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goocasden2 · 1 year

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funny animal post

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dream-trickery · 5 months

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Just your regular match : }

#identity v #idv #artists on tumblr #identity v fanart #identity5 #idv prospector #norton campbell #idv postman #victor grantz #idv explorer #kurt frank #idv prisoner #luca balsa

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vickingasart · 4 months

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I saw that post and tought of Victor<3

#identity v #idv #identity v fanart #identity 5 #idv fanart #vickingasart #idv postman #victor grantz #idv victor grantz #idv prisoner #luca balsa #idv luca balsa #idv grave keeper #andrew kreiss #idv andrew kreiss #idv shitpost

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kirivon · 2 months

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Dooodles :D

#my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #luca balsa #identity v #idv #idv prisoner #identity v prisoner #idv postman #victor grantz

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the-manors-writer · 2 years

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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..

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