#vampire Vil

[herzspalter]

Just a little nibble ~

RookVil I got to do as a reward!! Thank you for requesting TWST hehehe

[juno-of-wonderland]

Yandere Rook + Yandere Vil

OUGHH

I NEED TO BE CODDLED AND LOVED AND VAMPIRE X CIVILIAN X VAMPIRE HUNTER

OHGHJWBWK

ehehhehehnmuahmuah

Vile + Rook

You were in your room, sitting in your desk chair as you read yet another letter from Rook, every time you read it, you felt warm and loved inside. "Are you blushing potatoes?" a voice was present It scared you a little, but you soon recognized it and looked up smiling, finding a beautiful and elegant vampire, smiling at you. "Do you have your feet on the ceiling?" "yes, I like to admire you from all angles, but" he frowns "it's cold today, you should be bundled up" Vil says walking along the ceiling to the wall and touching the floor. When he was in front of you, you expected another warning, but your face was attacked by greedy and loving lips. "mon amour- oh roi du poison you were here, it relieves me that our muguet wasn't alone, and look at your face! all marked by love" Rook said as he entered your room and closed the door. you were confused until Vil took a lipstick out of his pocket and handed it to Rook, Vil left your face stained with lipstick! and now Rook is smearing lipstick on your face too.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Vampire Vil harnessing his inner fabulousness and beauty:

[yaksha-lover]

But how would the house wardens react to being picked to turn the MC?

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A/N: Writing out each scenario would get kind of repetitive, so I just did ‘voiceline’ reactions for them!

Riddle:

“Your trust in me will not be misguided. I’ve studied the ritual rigorously, and will ensure your utmost comfort. Thank you, MC. For trusting me. I…I hope I can make you happy, and not just by fulfilling this request.”

Leona:

“I knew you’d make the right choice, MC. So, you want me to turn you? What are you prepared to give me in return? Just teasing, getting to turn you is enough. The others will never get over it.” He laughs. “Guess you’ll be sticking around. I don’t exactly hate the thought.”

Azul:

“I always knew you were smart, but choosing me certainly confirms it. Don’t worry, I won’t ask anything of you. I believe the experience of turning you will be…beneficial to the both of us. Maybe this will open the door for more ‘deals’ between us in the future?”

Kalim:

“Thanks for choosing me, MC! I’ll be sure to be super careful, and you can count on me to take care of you after. I can’t wait, thinking about all the time we’ll have to spend together now.”

Vil:

“Unsurprising. You know that I will treat you better than any of them. You aren’t just choosing me for this though, correct? Your choice means I must be your favourite. Are you choosing me to spend forever with too?”

Idia:

“You want ME? Uh- you sure you’re feeling well? You know I’m not the only option, right? Okay, okay. Thanks for choosing me, I guess. Hey, does this mean you’ll be up for playing that new game with me later? We will have forever, after all…”

Malleus:

“Choosing a vampire such as myself? You are far more bold than I’ve perhaps given you credit for, MC. Of course I accept. Allow me to give you a proper welcome to an eternity by my side. I hope you’re prepared for all that entails~”

[elektrosyntetik]

'......I haven't seen anything about that in books about vampires'

[ynkfva]

Ugh i suppose i really do have a type

PRETTY BOYS

[humikun]

Pomepire week 2022  only did 2 days cos i was too dang busy

Day1: Bite Day2: Gothic

[heccfriccart]

Wooo part 4! Might take a quick break after this one, but we'll see how it goes :)

part one / part two / part three

[cvlutos]

YOUR SAVIOR!!

◆ Apr.05th.2023 | —K|

◆ Vampire!Vil S. | Gn!Reader | Twst!Vampire Au

◆ Vampire | Implied Sex | Blood Drinking | Intimate | Angst | Switches Between Flashbacks n' Present Time | Slightly Yandere |

◆ Synopsis: You're his doll, his plaything to dress up, to feast upon. Yet I was never only like this. He was once a lover.

"You look utterly divine."

Cold fingers gently brush against your cheek, the elegant floral smell heavy on your senses and slightly mind numbing, leaving your knees weak and arms aching as you stand. Eyes unfocused as nimble hands fidget with the loose clothing, tightening the places meant to be tightened, ignoring your restrained grunts of pain as your body rocks with his harsh movements. He stands behind you, eyes of beautiful lilac grazing over the bareness of your neck, over your painted cheeks and lips, graced by his always expensive oils, glosses, his everything, as you stand like a mere doll.

One of his many.

Yet, you're his favorite. He likes to whisper it, always reminding you that he chose you. While you sit on his lap, his hands clasped tightly around your waist, lips dragging along the shell of your ear, both of you sitting in front of his large vanity. Lilac slowly changing into a crimson red, feeling the sharpness of his fangs drag along your skin, before biting down. Fangs sinking into your neck and pleasure rippling through your body in orgasmic waves, forcing your hands to clasp at the wood of his well made vanity, heated gasps and muffles slipping past your lips.

"I hate when you zone out." Manicured nails dig into your face, squeezing and pinching, forcing you to pay full attention to the male before you. Vil Schoenheit. A man you would consider your—

"You used to pay so much attention to me," He steps away, letting out a faux disappointed sigh as he moves around his large closet. Searching for whatever elegant and gold accessories he decided to adorn you in.

"Always begging for my attention. Calling me your Savior." There's disappointment mixed with amusement in his tone, holding a small necklace in his hands, back turned to you. Your eyes slide over his back then to the floor. At one point you did—kneeling before him, hands desperately clinging to his feet, begging for him to use you. To have your most valuable asset, your very own blood. Like everyone else.

You're truly no different, until he picked you.

Arrived in your bedroom upon your 18th birth night, drank from you. Gently removing your clothing, kissing your lips, tasting your flesh, bringing you to a high you've never in all your life experienced. Sinking his teeth into your neck, drinking your blood as your naked form clings to him, oh so desperately.

That was many years ago, many years ago that your savior treated you so—lovingly.

More like a lover, spending moonlit nights in naked embrace beneath velvet sheets, performing, reciting things for your ears alone. Yes, your Savior. Who came to love a mortal, yet if you knew his love was so fleeting you wouldn't have.... You've come to terms with your mistakes. With not fleeing the moment the clock struck 12, the moment you awoke to his arms around you, caging you. Trapping you.

You turned into nothing more than an old toy, placed upon a shelf, occasionally cared for, but always drank from. Yet still so very pretty.

"Tell me, what can I do to get you to call me such once again?"

The tips of his nails graze along your neck, placing the elegant necklace in the empty space. Staring at you through the mirror. He's asking—Vil always asks, but you know better, he isn't asking for an honest open answer, he's asking in a way to command.

'Call me like you once did.'

He demands it. And as he gently cups your face, turning you from the mirror and tilting your head to the side, pressing a cold kiss to your neck, you know that he'll never let you age, that death nor sun shall ever grace your skin again. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, eyes fluttering close. You've come to terms with your mistakes, that his embrace is nothing but a trap, honeyed words his poison.

Yet poison from your savior, has never tasted any less sweet.

Tagging: @pinkskytwst @v-anrouge

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[pokketofficial]

Cruella 💋

[dreamofjoys]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐 ‒ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

scenario: after kidnapping you, you beg vil to let you go. he agrees, only if you ride on his thigh.

tw: vampire au, manipulation, kidnapping, thigh riding, he cups ur ass, biting, slight yandere

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"i'll let you go, only if you ride on my thigh first."

you blinked at vil, brain processing what he is saying. he will let you go, only if you perform a sexual act on him?! you bite down on your lips, glaring at vil who is smirking at you.

"fine, just make sure to honor your words." agreeing to the deal reluctantly, you walk towards the blonde vampire who was seated on his bed, head comfortably lying on the headboard as he eyes you.

you climbed onto the soft bed and vil part his thighs, letting you settle yourself on his left thigh. you were basically kneeling on vil's thigh, before slowly rubbing your cloth cunt on his thigh.

you weren't sure if it's a great idea to wear dress without any safety shorts. vil snaked his hands to cup both of your ass cheek, a smirk adorning his face once again when he realise that you are only wearing your panties underneath.

"you might wanna go faster, y/n." vil's manicured hand digs deeper into your flesh, prompting you to increase your pace. you gasp, feeling the rough material of vil's pants rubbing against your pussy. you complied to vil, wanting to get this over and done with.

bucking up your hips, your legs squeezed onto vil's thigh, getting more friction of his thigh to stimulate your pussy. vil grins, taking delight at the sight of you getting off on his thigh. when you finally came, your juices spilled all over his thigh and the bedsheet under him.

you pant, staring at the vampire who was smiling sickly at you. surely, he wouldn't back out on his words right? vil pulls you closer to him, hands still on your ass as he circles the flesh with his thumb.

"i am a man of my word, y/n. i will let you go, but i didn't exactly say where, did i?"

you frowned at vil's words. what is he talking about? feeling scared, you tried to remove yourself from vil's grip but he only laughs at your attempt.

"i will let you go.... back to your room, the one in my mansion."

you screamed when vil bares his fangs at you. in an instant, he held you by your waist and hugged you close to his chest. your head was titled to the side as he sinks his fangs into you.

"ple-please stop!" you bang your fist onto his chest, and even attempted to pull his hair but vil is deadset on drinking your blood. after minutes of struggling, you passed out from blood loss as you lay limp in his arms.

vil released himself from your neck, licking your punctured wounds and lips to get every drop of your blood into his system.

"god, y/n. your blood is addicting, so is the taste and smell of your arousal and cum."

[theoneofmanyofficial]

Part 4

Some house wardens/dorm leaders (Malleus not included*)

*by not included, I mean I'm saving him for later

Yes. VERY YES.

You offered, man. Now ya gotta commit to the bit

I even got the ghost camera ready to immortalize this once in a lifetime moment

Bold of you to assume I'll be lucky enough to reach the end

Actually, yes it does. Your sarcasm wasn't obvious enough for me to pick up the telltale signs.

I thought we were doing a dark humor bit.

We are not showing this guy any mercy, are we? lol

Come along, Idia! I need your introvert support buff and heals to boost my introverted social battery! Plus, I get bragging rights that the Idia Shroud was physically present to my party as a bonus with a happy Ortho as a double bonus!

Win-win for me and Ortho!

(I mean, poor dude gave his best attempt at saying happy birthday last year and now we're forcing him to attend a party? Next year, is he just going to resign to his fate of attending our parties? And it just keeps going until he willingly comes to our party on his own because we'll be there hanging out with him? Probably not lol but like, imagine birthday line mini plots. That'd be cool)

Love you, Kalim, but please don't, for my wellbeing. I'm an introvert and that will put me out of commission for a few days, even my insomnia wouldn't be able to keep me awake

Head pats for the enthusiasm though

My first thought was skin care/facial care, but that might be too obvious. I hope it's something cute.

Is it a massage? Trip to the spa? Therapy? A raise from Crowley? Everyone overcoming whatever issues they may have? I don't know, man. What I need most right now is to sleep, so please spell it out for me

Dang it! My first guess was right! I shouldn't have second guessed myself!

Too bad I can never keep up with a skincare routine because they usually have more steps than I can handle

Extra Riddle because I couldn't fit it in the last part:

Not the smile I was talking about, but this smile is still worthy of head pats

So happy head pats for Riddle!

[snakegorl212006]

Rare Blood pt1

You turned to face the beautiful lord who crossed his arms “by all accounts you have the least say around this table” he adds “now now Vil…” Kalim chuckled “they’re still adjusting to things, perhaps we can give them some slack” Kalim smiled “Vil’s right.” Riddle stated as he sat down his cup “we can’t track the people who signed the contracts to each of us and someone has to pay for the price. That unfortunately leaves this task to you” riddle said as he looked dead at you “So…It’s my fault” you asked but riddle shook his head “It’s just the circumstances and rules are rules. Those who cross us pay the price one way or another” Riddle adds as he takes a sip of his ‘tea’. His words leave a bitter taste in your mouth as you look down at your plate. You felt ill, sick even. The conversation between lords becomes background noise as you hide away in your thoughts. Then a ring was heard, silencing everyone you looked up to see Lilia holding a wine glass filled with, presumingly, your blood “Unfortunately our lord has other business to attend to so I shall relay our suggestion for the deal” Lilia stated “The human shall remain in ramshackle. They will be cared for by our staff.” Lilia stated “ramshackle? That old building.” Vil tisk “I prefer my human clean not in some dusty shack” he adds Leona laughs “since when that’s your human” he asked as he kicks his feet on the table “ramshackle has been renovated a year prior to their arrival. The reason why they’ll be kept here is due to the possibility of other clans in the same predicament as us” Lilia explained. The air shifted to something more tense. More deadly.

[yaksha-lover]

cw: vampires, blood drinking, gn but reader wears feminine clothing, making out, suggestive/implied content, 16+ please

Vil said he hated to share, but he seemed to make an exception for Rook.

The vampires caged you in, Vil in front and Rook behind. Where else would Vil be, but where you would be forced to look directly at him, to worship his every move? Rook was satisfied in the back, watching the two of you but keeping his arms around your waist. He didn’t have to be the centre of attention like Vil, but that didn’t mean Rook was willing to step aside completely.

Vil’s hand holds the back of your neck, keeping your lips locked with his. The kiss is needy and desperate; you think he’s trying to put on a performance of sorts, in front of Rook. To show him that no matter what, you’ll always be his first.

Rook is unbothered, content to hold you on his lap, hands drifting from your waist to your smoothing over the top of your stocking-covered thighs.

It was Vil’s idea to dress you up, but Rook was equally as delighted for you to play doll. They’d both agreed; white was your colour. You wondered if it was because of their vampirism; the desire to corrupt something pure, to see you as something opposite to their darkness.

That’s how you’d ended up dressed in this fancy lace. Between Vil and Rook’s resources, no expense was spared on your little outfit. The scarlet silk robe they’d given you had already come off as soon as Vil insisted you move from the couch to the bed.

Vil finally pulls away, giving you time to breathe. The reprieve doesn’t last long, as he demands Rook shift so he can have better access to your neck.

Rook moves you off his lap to sit in between your legs on the edge of the bed. Vil gently pushes your shoulders so you’re laying down.

He leans in close to your face, dropping a kiss on your cheek and whispering, “Are you alright, my dear?”

You look between Vil and Rook, both awaiting your confirmation, before nodding.

“Stop us if you need to, mon ange. I’m afraid vampires have a difficult time realizing we’re being too rough when dealing with such an adorable human.” Rook, still sitting by the edge of the bed, bends down to kiss your ankle cheekily.

“Not just adorable.” Vil says, a hint of something unidentifiable in his tone. “Someone we love. Have I ever told you that? This part…it’s different when we care.”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you reply. “Tell me more?”

“Perhaps we can save this discussion for later. I’m sorry, darling, but I feel I must have you now. Only if you feel the same, of course.”

Your cheeks flush, and you mumble an affirmation of your enthusiasm for what he desires.

Vil brings a silk pillow and uses it to prop up your head comfortably. You close your eyes as he begins to press gentle kisses along your throat.

You feel Rook settle between your legs. He turns one of them onto its side, giving him access to the inside of your thigh.

“May I taste your blood as well, MC? Two vampires biting you at once is quite the sensual experience but, of course, we will not take too much at once.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” Vil adds on.

“Please,” you breathe.

With your closed eyes, you miss the invigoration that lights their faces at your words. They return to peppering kisses onto you; Vil on your neck, Rook on your thigh.

When they can’t hold on much longer, Vil pulls away, breath hot on your skin as he mumbles into your throat: “Ready, darling?”

At your confirmation, the two place one last sweet kiss on you before they finally sink their fangs deliciously deep into your flesh.

The pain and pleasure swirl in your head - all you can think about is them. The way their fangs are nestled into you like they belong there. They hold you tightly to them, eager to feast on every part of you. There’s a sense of urgency and desperation, as though they’ll never be able to satiate the hunger that draws them into your flesh.

You writhe beneath them, unable to stop quiet breaths and moans from spilling from your parted lips. The feeling of two vampires having you at once is almost unbearable, but instead you find it utterly intoxicating.

Vil moans shamelessly against your neck, too engulfed in pleasure to be able to remain prim and proper like he always insisted on being.

Rook’s arms shift, circling around your waist from below and pulling your entire lower body closer to him as he continues to drink passionately from your thigh.

Once the pain fades, all that’s left is the rush. It washes over you like a wave, pleasure rolling down your body from where Vil feeds from your neck to where Rook drinks from your thigh.

It’s not just the physical feeling, either.

There’s a pleasure of sorts that comes purely from the thought of two beautiful men drinking your blood. Your men. Your vampires. Their voracious appetites left no doubt about their love for you.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[yuri-is-online]

I’d let him bite me <3 <-Most normal Idia fan

lmao

I'm pretty sure all the pointy teef boys have fans clamoring to be given a little nibble. Just a tiny cronch, maybe draw some blood idc