#vil x reader smut

[twst-trash]

Twst Dorm Leaders’ Favorite Positions

Has this been done yet? Just thirsting after the dorm leaders again-

Content: GN!Reader x top!dorm leaders. nsfw descriptions, but mostly the boys being soft™️ for their partners. slight breeding kink in Malleus’ part.

Vice dorm leaders here!

Everyone is 18+ per my bio.

Dividers by firefly-graphics

Riddle

Missionary - A stickler for the rules, Riddle loves missionary. To Riddle, it’s intimate and natural. He loves being able to see you below him; he loves being able to set the pace, to be able to control the depth and flow. Being able to look so deeply into your eyes, both to admire your beauty and to search them for validation, is one of his favorite parts about missionary. He’s able to block out everything and just focus on you- which, as you know, is quite the feat considering the fact he is always thinking about other things. Schoolwork, the queen’s rules, his mother - it all fades away when he has you underneath him.

Riddle’s face blooms a dark red as he watches you open your legs for him. This is uncharted territory for him, and as someone who has always been prepared and briefed about the rules and expectations of engagement, Riddle feels like a goldfish out of water. You laugh at his obvious discomfort, bringing him close to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. When he finally enters your warmth, his heart rate far too high to be good for his health, you can hear his breath stutter. Riddle is keen on watching your expression, meticulously thrusting into you as if he had a game-plan for fornication. You smile at him and kindly remind him to relax. When Riddle does, you can’t stop yourself from crying out in surprise with how tenderly he treats your body. Pleasure wracks through your body as Riddle takes you, his hands massaging your chest and sex.

“I just want to make you feel good, my Rose.” Riddle whispers into your ear, giving your neck a chaste kiss. “Just keep your eyes on me.”

Leona

Cowgirl - this is a popular fan-theory because he’s such a lazy lion, and I just can’t help but agree. He’d love to watch his partner ride on top of him as he lays back, enjoying the view of you fucking yourself down onto his cock. It’s easy access to his partner’s chest and ass, so he can grab and squeeze and spank however he pleases. He can easily take control in this position, too. He’d grab your hips and start thrusting up to set his own pace, probably complaining that you’re going too slow. He’d pull you down so that your chest rests against his, cradling your head in his hands, and kissing you slowly when he wants to be tender. Doggy style is definitely a close second for him, though that’s reserved for his more dominant moods.

“Mhm, herbivore, you’re too damn slow.” He grumbles, hands gripped tight onto your ass as he starts thrusting up into you.

The thing about Leona is that he’s never satisfied with your pace- he wants to take you fully and completely. He needs to be in control in order for you to be wholly claimed as his. He pushes on the small of your back, toppling you over onto his chest, pressing his face toward yours. Lips ghost above each other as you move your hips to meet his thrusts, breath mingling and making you dizzy.

“I always gotta do all the work around here, huh? You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Azul

Lotus - This is a very intimate position and I think Azul would eat this shit up. The eye contact, the endless kisses, being able to watch his partner bounce on his cock without compromising the closeness of it all. Like cowgirl, it’s a somewhat submissive position for the penetrator, but it’s inherently more intimate. If he’s feeling dominant he can bounce you on his cock like you’re simply a toy, controlling the rhythm and depth. Azul’s biggest insecurity during sex is his body, and the lotus position allows you to focus on his face instead. He’s a tender boy for his s/o, so expect a whole lot of body worship and praise coming from him.

Your arms wrap around Azul’s neck as you roll yourself into him, locked in a deep kiss that leaves the both of you struggling for air. Azul’s eyes are glazed over with lust, watching your body move so perfectly against his. You’re pressed close enough to where your heartbeats coalesce, a somewhat sporadic symphony against your chests.

“You’re so beautiful.” Azul murmurs against your lips, unable to stop his hips from bucking even further whenever his cock sinks all the way inside of you.

“I’m never letting you go.”

Kalim

Pretzel - Like everything else in his life, Kalim likes to keep sex playful. I hope you like to keep yourself limber, because Kalim definitely enjoys bending you and fucking you in all sorts of unconventional ways. One of his favorite and less intensive positions is the pretzel. He loves how deep he can get situated between your legs and the versatility of the position. He can wrap your leg around his body or rest it on top of his shoulder; you can prop yourself up to look at him or lay on the bed and lose yourself on his cock- the possibilities are endless.

“Can I test you to see how your stretching has been going?” Kalim teases from above you. His sparkling red eyes look down at you expectantly and you know you can’t resist him.

He presses a kiss onto your calf as you raise your leg even higher, the revised position causing you to whimper at the Kalim’s newfound depth. He works fast, burying himself into you hard, smiling at you as you squirm in pleasure. You prop up onto your elbows in order to give him a kiss, moaning wantonly into Kalim’s mouth as he has his way with you. When you part, Kalim laughs, pressing his forehead on yours.

“Wish we could be tangled up like this forever.”

Vil

Doggy style (in front of a mirror) - I feel like Vil would enjoy any sex position in front of a mirror, but there’s something about doggy style in particular that captivates him. He can bend you over and watch your facial expressions in the mirror, and it turns him on to no end to be able to watch himself fuck you hard. Vil would make you look at the both of you, watching yourself come undone on his cock. Bonus points if your makeup starts to run- he usually hates the imperfection and the waste of product- but he loves looking at you and knowing that he was the one that ruined it. He was the one to turn you into an utter mess, broken by pleasure.

“Look at yourself, darling.” Vil coos, tugging your head up by your hair so you could stare into the full length mirror.

You watch his reflection as he pounds into you, rocking your hips back against him as his cock continues to hit your sweet spot over and over. Vil stares at your lewd expression, mouth open and tongue poking out ever so slightly as you pant with pleasure. Your lipstick is smeared to one side of your mouth, the imperfection a privilege for only him to see.

“My pretty little mess.”

Idia

Spooning - Idia is still uncomfortable with letting people see his face- even you, even in such an intimate act. Spooning you is perfect for him; he can feel your ass pressed against him and run his hands along your body to his heart’s content. He loves the sound of his hips colliding with your ass and being able to bury his face in your neck. He feels much more free to do and say things that he wouldn’t be able to if he were with you face-to-face. His hands can roam up and down your body to his content without the fear of being judged.

“A-ah, this feels so good…” Idia moans as he thrusts into you from behind. His face is buried into the crook of your neck, his sharp teeth trailing along your shoulder as you feel his labored breath tickling your collarbones. He’s glad you can’t see him because his face is burning hotter than his hair. Idia is quick to distract you whenever you try to look back at him, either pinching your nipples or dipping his hand down to play with your sex. He loves you, but he isn’t quite sure his heart could handle you seeing him in this state yet.

“Y-you’re the only one who can make me feel this good…”

Malleus

Mating Press - He loves having your legs hiked up around his shoulders and driving into you. Like missionary, it’s an intimate position that lends Malleus entire control, but to an even greater extent. He’s obsessed with the way you look folded over yourself- obsessed with how deep he can take you- his body reacting primally to your whimpers of pleasure. His favorite part of this position is the fact that you’re pinned down and fully submitted to him, unable to squirm or get away. Not that you would want to- not when Malleus is able to hit every sweet spot within you. And, of course, he’s going to make sure you’re filled with an heir for the Valley of Thorns. It is called the mating press, after all.

Malleus doesn’t hesitate to fold you over, thrusting his whole weight into you as you take him as deep as you can. He watches and waits for you to grow accustomed to his length, filled to your absolute limit, before beginning to rock into you. His eyes ravage your face and your body almost as intensely as his cock does, absorbing every whimper and plea for more. He loves you, every part of you, and he can only hope that his actions match how he felt inside. Malleus wants to make sure that you’re filled full of him. You’re not escaping his grasp without being pumped full of his cum.

“My one and only darling,” he coos, softly, as if he weren’t fucking you out of your mind, “Why don’t I fill you up and make you mine already, hm?”

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Can you tell which characters I’m comfortable with writing and which ones im not lmao

[demonichikikomori]

Proper Training

COMMISSION

Yan!Vil Schoenheit x Yan!Fem!Reader x Leona Kingscholar Word Count: 5k+

Art is by eb_hua on Twitter!

Hey, hey, heyyyy! I'm back with a finished commission! So, this one is actually based on the fic My Queen's Command that I wrote as a birthday gift! The wonderful devil @genuinelydisappointed asked that I write... Kinda like a spin off? But they aren't connected. If you do want a general vibe of what this piece may entail... Feel free to read that then come back! I hope you like it!~!

SUMMARY:

Leona has reminded you plenty that Vil wants nothing to do with you. Why? Simply because you are unskilled. With a bit of help and training, you feel as though you can finally please the one you adore the most! However... Vil doesn't seem very happy finding out that you've been spending time with someone else...

Tags: Leona is Here Kinda/Yandere x Yandere/Reader is a Casual Stalker/Nipple Play

Your head bobbed slowly as the hand in your hair roughly tugged as a silent demand for more. You were getting better, but you were often reminded by Vil that it wasn’t good enough. That it would never be good enough until you worked harder. Until you showed that you were willing to improve for the sake of pleasuring your Queen. 

“Come on Herbivore, you can do way better than this. Is this what you did for Vil? No wonder he ignores your ass.” Leona scowled from his seat at the edge of the bed. The beast gave a languid and strong roll of his hips against your face. The force of his mushroomy tip smashed into the back of your throat as you relaxed your jaw around him and worked on not gagging. His soft groans indicated that you were doing well, but you knew it wasn’t enough yet. Not until he painted the back of your velvety throat with semen.

You were indifferent to the scenario you had put yourself in with Leona Kingscholar. With Vil always treating you so cold, you chalked it up to your abilities to bring pleasure were seen as inadequate to your queen whom you adored. Last Friday you spent sulking during school hours as you watched Vil from afar (in one of your many hiding spots). He was speaking with a student you couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of about an upcoming assignment. The sight left you with a pit of anxiety. What if he gave up on you? What if he chose someone else to please him? Someone that he deemed better than you? The sound of footsteps from behind you made you stop and look back at the person approaching. With his strong tan colored arms crossed over his chest and a raised brow, Leona Kingscholar caught you in the middle of ‘admiring’ Vil. The king of beasts was suave, and you never bothered to pay him any mind before. He was like charcoal beside your diamond of a queen. But when he kneeled beside you with a smirk and made a deal with you that was sure to win you Vil’s affections; you agreed without hesitation. 

He and Vil had some history as close friends, and Leona knew what a man would like when receiving service. So you allowed him to ‘tutor’ you on the weekends and after school. This would be the second week of hard work between you and Leona. 

You attempted to apologize for your lack of skill as you grunted and whined around Leona with furrowed brows as you bobbed your head quickly. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue. Oral sex was as far as you would allow Leona to take things. You promised your body to Vil, but you desperately needed the practice. And since you usually shut your eyes, you could easily block out the beast man and imagine Vil praising you and petting you from above. You felt your cheeks become hot as a hand rested on your head, and your wild imagination turned it from the beasts, into the queens. 

You wanted Vil to pet your head.

Leona gasped as he came without warning. His rough, clawed nails scraped into your scalp as he pulled your head closer into his crotch. Your nose flush against the base and buried into the dark curly hairs of his pubes. His hips rutted against your face as your expression twisted into a cringe and your eyes fluttered open. Right, tutoring would end here with Leona. 

“You’re not that bad actually, Herbivore.” He huffed as he retracted his hand from its resting place. It allowed you to slowly pull away from his softening cock with a soft ‘pop’ sound. The semen that coated the inside of your mouth always had a bitter and salty taste, stringy and thick as it mixed with your drool and coated Leona’s cock. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant in taste and texture, but it was a stark contrast to the addictive citrusy flavor and silky smoothness of Vil’s seed. When being tutored by Leona, you were always told to swallow even when you didn’t really want to. All men would find it attractive. Even your precious Vil would be thrilled that you drank up his sperm with a content expression. With a quiet gulp and a gasp of disgust, Leona flopped back on his cushiony bed with a content hum. “I think we should take a break on our visits. I’ve been having this bad feeling recently.” He expressed with a disinterested tone that there may be a bad omen in the air. 

With the two of you meeting up added into your usual routine of rushing back to Pomfiore to spy on Vil, there may be some curious eyes looking for you to see what caused the change. You rose to your feet as Leona lazily peeled away his uniform to toss among the other scattered clothes on the floor. “Your toothbrush is in the bathroom. Clean up before you go.” He instructed as he propped himself up on an elbow to grab a tissue box from his night stand. 

When Leona was completely naked and spent… You couldn’t help but to throw a few glances his way when it was time for you to return to Pomfiore. The dips and hills of his muscles and how they flexed with his lazy movements, the bright green of his tired eyes, the waves and coils of his chocolate colored hair, how his dark skin shimmered in the hot sun when he laid in the light. How his ears flattened, how his tail flicked, how he would slide his tongue over his cuspids when he had the energy to hump into your face. It was nice that he allowed you to practice with him. It was nice that he offered in the first place.

As you rubbed at your wet lips with the back of your hand you headed to the bathroom with a small frown. This would be the end for a while. But, you learned a lot with the sessions you shared with the beast king. “Do you need someone to walk you out? I can get Ruggie to go with you.” He asked through a yawn as he cleaned himself off and you shook your head slowly. “I can go by myself again.” You assured as you vanished into the bathroom to brush your teeth and he discarded the stained tissue to the floor as well.

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You left the scorching sun behind as you returned to the hall of mirrors with your purse adjusted onto your shoulder. Your spare toothbrush had been packed away to return with you to Pomfiore since your lessons with Leona would be momentarily halted until this ‘bad feeling’ went away. 

“Reine du Poison!” 

An annoying voice called out to you from beside the stone mirror of the gorgeous campus of Pomfiore. The owner of the voice had his eyes shut with the corners creased. He smiled softly with his hat tilted in greeting as you stared at him with murky eyes. Rook gave you the nickname to honor you and your loyalty to Vil. You didn’t usually pay too much attention to someone like him, and you usually didn’t need to since he allowed you to get close and comfortable with the Queen in your own way. “Roi du Poison has called for you! Where have you been?” He asked with an upbeat chirp and a light tilt of his head. His hat began to slide and hid his bright green eyes as you adjusted the strap of your purse onto your shoulder with an agitated frown as he adjusted his hat as well. The crinkles that formed in the corners of his eyes deepened as he patiently waited for you to respond. 

But you knew that he already had the answer to his own question. “I was out with Leona.” You answered honestly as you approached the mirror, paying little to no mind towards the surveillance camera on legs. “Can I see Vil now?” You asked as you stared into the glass separating you from the Housewarden you ached to see. The castle styled dorm was on the other side, and you could feel your face starting to grow hot with excitement shaking your body. “Of course, he asked me to escort you from here to there.” Rook opened his eyes as you began to walk through the glass without him. Not bothering to return any dialogue with the bob cut bodyguard. You did not need an escort of any kind. You knew your way to Vil’s chamber the same way you knew the entirety of his weekly routine. The destination was etched into your heart along with many other details on your beloved Queen. Your lack of attendance and attention after classes and on the weekends must have greatly upset Vil and you could feel guilt starting to settle in your stomach. 

But that stuff between you and Leona was just training, you were practicing to please His Majesty. You did it for him. Everything you do is for him. You had no reason to feel guilty for your actions.

Rook was close behind with his steps falling into the beat of yours. You walked across the grandiose courtyard in collective silence. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked up towards the windows that would take you down the hall to the Housewarden’s dorm room. And there, you saw a light brush from the thin white curtains. He was there. He must’ve been waiting for you to finally show up. Vil must have truly missed you. Your heart began to swell in your chest as a smile snuck onto your lips. You would have to put on some lip gloss before going into his room, maybe… Just maybe you’ll get a kiss from your beloved Queen! That has to be because he missed you! He’s rewarding your obedience with a kiss!

Rook walked ahead of you to open the large double doors to the castle-like dorm. “Les dames d'abord.” He sang as his eyes remained shut. It was clear that he was refusing to look at you. But that wouldn’t affect your day nor would it change how well you slept at night. Your eyebrow twitched with fleeting agitation as you were reminded that Rook was still following. His very presence was bothering you as you passed him with your nose turned up. “I can walk by myself.” You assured with venom seeping into your tone. Rook chuckled softly. Was there something amusing about your distaste? “Oh please, allow me to escort you. Roi du Poison insisted that I walk you to his chamber.” Rook purred softly as he shut the doors after the two of you entered. You could smell the lingering scent of Vil’s favorite cologne as you walked across the wine colored carpet with haste. You remained frowning as Rook stuck close behind. The two of you walked down the seemingly abandoned halls. It was unusually quiet today in Pomfiore. Especially for it to only be 3:30 in the afternoon. It could be a case that Vil needed peace and quiet and demanded all of the students keep the noise to a minimum, he’s sent out a mass text in the past so it wasn’t strange to assume. 

As you reached the outside of Vil’s door, you reached into your purse to pull out a clear gloss to slide over your lips. You needed them to be exceptionally shiny when Vil spoke to you. You smoothed out the hem of your uniform skirt and pulled out your phone to ensure not a hair was out of place as you knocked on Vil’s door. Your heart was beating against your eardrums with the anticipation of seeing Vil personally. How long has it been since he had called you to his room? 

“Enter.”

You obeyed the command with no hesitation while Rook closed the door swiftly and silently behind you. It was almost impossible to fight back your grin as you turned to face Vil’s vanity with your items tucked back into your purse and your hands pretzeled in front of you. “Kneel.” Vil commanded from his vanity, not bothering to turn around to greet you, and you dropped to your knees. You admired Vil putting on a matte, apple-red lipstick in his mirror from your new position as you removed your purse to place it beside you. Dressed in a silk robe in a royal shade of indigo, his hair was done up in a neat braided bun. With the sun pouring in through his window with his curtains parted, the scene before you was bewitching.

“You’ve been hiding from me.” Vil commented with a tone of discontent before he meshed his painted lips together and judged the color silently. His amethyst colored eyes lingered for a moment with a wave of content before they floated to the image of you kneeling in front of his door like a patient dog. “Would you like to tell me why?” He was giving you the illusion of choice. “I wasn’t hiding from you my Queen! I promise- Please let me explain!” You defended quickly as your smile fell and your emotions flipped from positive; to negative. Your worried eyes locked with his piercing amethyst gaze. An intimate heat began to pool between your thighs and your heart skipped as you struggled to find the words. He was looking at you.

“I… I was worried that maybe… I wasn’t enough for you.” You explained nervously with bashfulness blanketing over the worry you felt. “I went and practiced-” 

“Practiced?” He quipped with a brow raised and the corners of his lips downturned. “What does that mean? Practiced? You haven’t been coming to Pomfiore after classes ended. What practice are you doing outside of here?” You felt your mouth become dry and your face became hot as the guilty feeling from earlier returned. “Leona told me that you two were close friends, and he offered to tutor me since I couldn’t get your attention-” The Housewarden slammed his palms against his vanity table and stood abruptly from his cushioned stool. The tension in the air became thick as your thighs began to tremble and you rubbed your knees together from excitement. Maybe this was the beginning of a scene Vil had prepared for the two of you after a lack of intimacy for so long. He wasn’t actually angry at you, right?

Short black heels layered in velvet accompanied his silk robe as he approached you slowly with his hands tightened into fists. “Kingscholar? That’s who you’ve been seeing instead? A luxury house rug?!” The champagne blond’s lips were curled back, his jaw was tightly clenched, and his cheeks had gone red. His eyes were filled with scorn and disgust that left the soft cotton of your panties sticky. Vil nudged at your knee with the toe box of his heel. The soft velvet made you tremble as your legs began to subconsciously part and the two of you maintained eye contact. “Over a lack of attention from the one you adore?!” He snapped and you felt taken aback by his anger. He was truly upset with your actions and how you foolishly allowed yourself to be taken advantage of. The Housewarden’s heeled foot slid between your thighs and pushed until it was pressing against your clit bound beneath thin cotton fabric. “What did you do with Kingscholar? Tell me every detail, now.” Vil commanded as your hips began to slowly roll against his heeled-shoe to obtain relief for the ache between your thighs. As his hands uncurled from their fists and crossed over his chest, you gave a small nod of understanding. “I practiced my oral skills… I thought that they weren’t good enough to please you since I couldn’t ever get your attention. So… Leona offered to tutor me since the two of you are close.” You answered honestly as Vil allowed you to continue the leisurely rutting against him. 

“You didn’t think to consult me first?” He asked as you shook your head with your face burning from embarrassment. You trusted Leona’s word since you’ve seen the two socializing before. And everyone adores Vil. It would make sense that Leona was the same. Right? Or so you thought, seeing how gullible you were to trust someone like Leona had landed you in trouble with Vil. The Housewarden pressed his foot harder into your crotch with a disappointed ‘tut’ of his tongue. “What else?” He asked as he inched his foot back, and your hips shamelessly chased the friction. "Nothing! Only using my mouth!” You promised as his arms fell from their crossed state and his hands reached for the sash on his silk robe. “Let’s see about the work you’ve been doing then.” Vil pulled elegantly at the fabric and allowed the garment to slide from his shoulders and drape over his forearms. 

Grinding slowly against his heel as you chewed on your lower lip, you began to carefully stroke Vil’s slowly hardening erectioning. Pretty, and very eager for attention. Your attention. “I’ll be grading your performance harshly.” He warned through a soft inhale and the excitement returned. Presented before you was his erect cock, twitching in your fingertips and awaiting service. Your jaw was slack as he pressed his hand against the back of your head. Perfectly manicured nails digging into the flesh of your scalp as he guided you to take his cock into your mouth. Gliding against the plush, wet velvet of your tongue and nudging against the back of your throat. That training with Leona helped, but actually working to please Vil was far more intense. Feeling the smooth velvet skin inside of your mouth your heart skip with ecstasy. Vil was allowing you to suck him off. 

Even though Rook told him about the training sessions you had with Leona, Vil was able to forgive you.

You bobbed your head slowly, your nose bumping against the porcelain skin below his navel and the scratchy stubble where his pubes once were. Carefully sucking and hollowing your cheeks. Rubbing your tongue against the veins and sensitive slit. Massaging his balls with one hand keeping you steady with the help of his muscular thighs. “I will admit… You have improved.” The compliment sounded sour as you continued on with your heart pounding in your ears and your hips sneakily humping against his foot. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ despite your mouthful that caused the Housewarden to shudder with delight. “You’re welcome.” He whispered with a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He scratched gently at your scalp and his hips rolled with the rhythmic pace you set. Your tongue rolled over the tip as you slowly pulled away with a loopy grin and your eyes falling shut. You lapped up the sweet and addicting flavor of his precum, hungry for much more as you quickly deep throating the cock you desperately craved. As Vil began to twitch and throb, he suddenly pressed his hand against your forehead to halt your movements. You looked up at him with your eyes widened and you began to feel worried. Did he not like it? 

“I just don’t want to cum yet.” He sighed quietly as if he was ashamed of something. Vil’s cheeks were flushed and his usual sharp gaze had softened from the overwhelming pleasure. The only thing connecting you to his erection was a thin string of saliva that was starting to separate. “Up. Onto the bed with me.” He instructed as he stepped away so you could get to your feet. A sense of pride swelled in your chest as you slowly rose to your feet, swearing that steam was rising from your skin. He didn’t want to cum yet, and he’s allowing you to touch his expensive sheets he had imported. You watched with awe as he discarded his robe to the expensive chaise longue at the foot of his bed. As he sat on the edge of the mattress, he removed his black heels and cast a glance towards where you stood. 

“Now.”

The bite in his voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you rushed to the opposite side and slipped out of your uniform. The soft and smooth satin of the sheets smelled of Vil. You had to resist the urge to plant your face into the fabric as you threw everything haphazardly to the floor with a smile. The moment your soaked panties were discarded, you could feel his strong grip around your forearm. “Come here.” He growled and yanked on you as if you weighed nothing to him. You slid across the large mattress and against his side as he pressed a kiss against your cheek. You could feel the sticky matte wax of his lipstick stain the skin. It left you with a flutter in your chest as he kissed along your jawline, occasionally biting at the skin until he reached your throat. His tongue rubbed against your pulse point as a hand slipped between your thighs. 

You couldn’t choke back your whimper as he began to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck while massaging your clit with both his middle and pointer finger. Vil didn’t usually leave you with marks in visible places, and you were taught to follow his example. It was possessive, and this relationship between you wasn’t exactly official according to the Housewarden. You yelped softly as he nipped at the bruising mark that had formed on your skin. Nice and high where the white collar of your uniform shirt wouldn’t be able to hide it. “Did you do anything like this with Kingscholar?” He asked softly, his warm breath danced over the abused flesh and you shook your head with a shiver. 

A content hum followed as his fingers slowed to a stop and pulled away. His strong grip on your arm loosened as he then eased you into laying back against his expensive pillows. Before the daydreams could start, a squeak left your mouth and your eyes widened. With you laid against the silk sheets of his mattress you flinched as Vil’s nails pinched your hardened nipple. You struggled to swallow down your cry as your hands quickly found purchase in the expensive fabric below you. Vil narrowed his eyes down at your bare body. “What was that? Speak up. I can’t understand you.” He snapped with a snarl as he tugged at the hardened bud and your skin prickled with goosebumps. “I’m sorry.” You whispered as you squeezed your thighs tightly together as he began to massage your breast in his large palm. “You’re sorry?” You nodded as you rubbed your thighs together and choked back a whine. “I didn’t mean to make you upset…” You apologized softly as Vil looked taken aback. Eyes widened for a moment before narrowing into sharp lines. “Upset? You think that I would be upset over what you do? That ‘situation’ with Leona is over now isn’t it? I’m not upset.” The tone of his voice sounded as though he was speaking to himself and not you. But you wouldn’t comment further. He was silent as his hands slowed to a stop and rested on your chest. He was still and silent, looking at the mounds in thought as he gently began to massage your nipples with his fingers. “I forgive you.” His voice was quiet. As if the words were only for you to ever hear, and you accepted them gratefully. 

His head dipped low and he began to kiss along your collarbones. Stamping his lipstick against your skin as your nipples were pinched and teased by his elegant and skilled fingers. Your hips trembled as you grew wet with excitement, quieting your moans and whimpers in case a certain guard remained posted outside the door. But with every surprise pinch of the champagne blond’s fingers, a startled gasp would erupt from your mouth. Soon, a hand vanished from your chest and slipped between your thighs. “When I’m finished, you may shower. But you are to return to my room afterwards.” Vil instructed as you glanced down at the hand between your thighs. A moan pushed out of you as his middle and pointer finger slipped inside of your hot, wet cavern. It was tight and sensitive due to the lack of use, and you rocked your hips slowly with need. “I understand.” Your response came out in the form of a breathless exhale as your eyes fluttered shut. “I plan to cum inside. To remind you that only I have the right to do so. Aren’t I so generous?” His sultry tone and quick pumping fingers left you aching as he latched his painted lips onto your neglected nipple; and sucked. You couldn’t fight back the moans and gasps that fell from your mouth and hung shamelessly in the air. The way his teeth would nip at the sensitive bud or how his tongue would roll over the marks left behind. How his fingers would pump into you and press up into that special section of nerves he loved to abuse… You wanted more. You needed more. 

As if some higher power answered your prayers, Vil stopped and climbed on top of you. His hands wrangled you into a position with him above you, and your legs thrown over his hips. Usually you would ride him until he finished, and would be sent along your way. This was very different from the usual sexcapades you shared. You liked the difference. His hand lined his cock against your throbbing entrance as the other massaged your breast with teeth marks embedded into the skin. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked and you nodded. With a rough pinch to your nipple you yelped and your hips jerked up towards Vil’s shaft. “Y-Yes.” You answered as he slowly bucked against the entrance, but did not slide in. The slick that was pouring out of you coated the velvety skin as he massaged himself against the plush folds of your pussy. “Do you want me to cum deep inside you? To fill you up and remind you how much I love you?” He asked as the flutter in your chest intensified. “Yes, please?” You begged as he began to rub the tip against your opening. The slight breech left you breathless as you looked up at him. Once your gazes locked, he wordlessly began to fill you as his hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you up into his lap. Only soft moans were shared as he pushed himself deep inside and nestled the tip against that very familiar bundle of nerves inside of you. 

He began a slow and steady rhythm that rocked the bed beneath you. Your hands let go of the sheets and hesitated to reach out and touch Vil. Only when he gave you a nod as a form of ‘okay’ did you rest your hands against his strong thighs. The snap of his hips and the soft smack of skin made you overwhelmed with bliss as you allowed yourself to become boneless. To become an object of pleasure for the man you adored the most. You wanted to please him, to show him how badly you wanted to be used by him. To become nothing more than an empty headed slave he can call on whenever he wants. His thrusts had become rough as he hunched over you, his braided bun falling loose as a sheet of sweat clung to his flawless skin. His cheeks flushed, his pupils huge and dilated from lust. You could stare at the sight forever. “Do you love me?” He asked with a growl following as he leaned closer and pressed his sweaty forehead against yours. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple and kissed the space where your skin greeted his. “Of course I do.” You answered weakly, there was no other way to express the intense emotions you felt towards your Housewarden. “Say it.” Vil commanded as his amethyst eyes burned into yours. Sloppy thrusts and met your convulsing walls as you felt you and Vil reaching the euphoric high the both of you desperately craved whenever the two of you met. 

“I love you, Vil.”

The words left your lips as you lifted your hands from his thighs to carefully cup his face. The moans became louder and the sloppy snap off his hips became rougher as you came first. Your orgasm was amplified with the overstimulation of Vil continuing without you. But you never begged him to stop. You wouldn’t dare. You babbled and sobbed, hands going to pull at his hair as he shakily rut into you one final time. The flow of warmth deep into your womb made your eyes flutter shut and your body fell still. 

Vil slowed his hips to a complete stop as you laid limp against the mattress. “Don’t do that ever again.” The blond whispered, but you weren’t sure what he meant. The gold tresses of his hair that had fallen loose from his tightly braided bun and his apple red lipstick had become smeared across his cheek. “Do you understand me?” He asked with a soft growl as you weakly nodded. But again, you had no idea what he was referring to. A soft smile spread across your face as his lips brushed over yours. Your hands released his hair from your tight grip as Vil gently encased your lips in a short kiss. Chaste and sweet; you were craving more. “I’m glad we had this talk.” His voice ghosted over your skin as his soft pink tongue slid over your bottom lip next. Your eyes widened with shock as he cupped your face and eased the muscle into your mouth. Your heart was racing as your lips meshed together and your drool mixed with the Housewardens. 

His bright red lipstick stained the soft skin on your lips and smeared against your skin and his. You had entered a form of Nirvana you had always wanted to experience.

When Vil pulled away, his hands cupped the sides of your face as his nails began to dig into the burning skin of your cheeks. A smile of his own had formed as you felt your heart skipped and jumped in your chest. “If I catch you with that beast again, or anyone for that matter,” He whispered and pressed a kiss against your other cheek. The red makeup stained your skin among the many other kiss marks and saliva. The blond looked down at you, his gaze burning and searing your flesh; as if he were trying to engrave his name into your soul. “I’ll have no choice but to kill you.” His voice was lowered so only you could hear him and this promise. And you were happy to nod in complete understanding.

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[kasdan]

summary: you ask vil to paint your nails and he takes time out of his very busy day to do so

pairing: vil schoenheit x afab!reader

warnings: SMUT. mean!vil, slight dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), piv (unprotected), cockwarming, light choking, i’m new at writing smut so sorry if it sucks

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you want him to take time out of his day just to do your nails?

of course, he agrees, but he’s going to make sure that it’s worth his while

clicks his tongue and shakes his head when you go to sit in the seat next to him and he motions to the ground in front of him

has you kneeling before him as he pulls his length out of his pants and pushes it into your mouth

you can’t be happier to have him in your mouth, but the happiness doesn’t last long and it soon turns to torture

“i don’t want to see any tears, don’t want to have to redo your makeup”

you can see the smirk on his lips as he says this and you know you’re in trouble

as he does your nails he’ll make spontaneous thrusts into your mouth causing you to choke around him

takes his sweet ass time doing each nail, especially when he sees you struggling beneath him

it’s soon impossible to stop the tears falling from your eyes

when he sees this he puts the cap on the nail polish and gently pushes you off of him, carefully as to not mess up your freshly painted nails

you stand up, trying not to touch anything with your hands and he pulls you closer by the belt loop on your pants

grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, pushing your face up to survey the tears drying on your face

his thumb runs over your bottom swollen lip before he stands up, telling you not to move while he’s gone

he comes back, seemingly taking his time as he strides over to where you stood with your hands still held out to not smudge your nails

sets down the makeup he gathered while he was gone and sits back down in the chair he was in previously

looks back up at you, bringing you closer once more before pulling your pants off your legs, your bottom half becoming bare before him

pulls you onto his lap, causing you shudder as he forces you down onto his length

“since you didn’t want to listen you can sit there as i work to fix your mistake”

starts to fix the smudged makeup on your face telling you to sit still, but it’s hard when you can feel him nestled that deep inside you

will purposely move his hips a lot more than he has to so you feel him move inside you

you scrunch up your face at a specific movement and the grip he has on your jaw tightens before he stops working

won’t continue working until you’ve rested your face again, making it take more time for him to finish and you to sit there

you whine and shift your hips to get more friction when he puts the makeup down on the table

“did i say you could move?”

vil’s hands grip your hips and stops your movement causing you to let out another whine

takes his time to add different things that you know he doesn’t need to add, and is just doing it so you would be forced to sit there longer

he finally puts everything down letting out a small breath and running his hands up and down your hips

you don’t dare move, scared he’ll pick up one of the brushes again to start

he tilts your head up with his fingers to survey it once again and your half lidded eyes meet his causing him to smirk at you

suddenly picks you up and you latch onto him desperately trying not to ruin any nail polish that isn’t completely dry yet

sets you down on so you’re back is laying against a table and he starts to piston in and out of you at a fast pace not giving you any time to prepare yourself

you wrap your legs around his waist attempting to pull him closer

he leans over you to get better positioning causing him to slide deeper into you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head feeling the shift in your core

you hear him chuckle above you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him as you feel him snake one of his hands down to start placing tight circles on your clit causing electricity to course through you, back arching and legs bringing him even closer so he reaches deeper inside of you

you forget or just don’t care enough to be cautious of your nails in this moment, which you’ll surely pay for later, but you can’t think of much with how vil’s fucking up into you

he repositions himself with his hand nestling around your throat, squeezing slightly, other hand still rubbing circles into your clit, which is just enough to send you over the edge with a cry

vil grunts in your ear and you feel him release himself into you, placing a gentle kiss on your neck before pushing himself up off of you

when you catch your breath you look down at your hands and realize the polish on them have been smudged

you gulp and look up to see vil’s darkening eyes staring directly at you

you’re going to have a long night

buy me a coffee ♡

[hnsoka]

🔞❗🔞❗🔞❗🔞❗🔞❗🔞❗🔞❗🔞❗🔞

...i dont wanna hear it from yall

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Hes growing on me... WHICH WAS /NOT/ THE PLAN BTW

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FULL PIECE ON TWITTER 😈

[mellowwillowy]

CW: NSFW, cock/strap on, baby trapping yandere mentioned, Dom-sub dynamic, body fluid (saliva), MDNI

Yandere who thought he was the one who was going to impregnate you (yeah it works even if ur a dude, read it once in a yaoi(?)) only to fuck around and find out (literally). Ramming his insides while rearranging his guts <3 cooing sweet nothings into his ear while giving it a sloppy nibble.

Yandere who felt like he was about to black out from the overstimulation from his prostate and cock, toes curling until he couldn’t feel his feet anymore~

Yandere who got all horny again at the mention of you wanting to lactate his tits, drinking the milk right from the tap. How could he not get all worked up when your mouth wouldn't stop latching up on his nipples?

Yandere who wished you would abuse him further and harder, you ought to choke him for being silly, planning on baby-trapping you no less! He was the one who should be carrying your child! (yeah he failed to get pregger bcs pain)

Yandere who littered the whole bed sheet with his whole bodily fluid, yeah you gotta wash the sheet again once you were done.

Yandere who would obey you when you told him to clean his mess up with his tongue <3

“Who’s a good boy hm?”

Yandere who cum just from his reward which was getting to swallow your cum and spit (and any bodily fluid you are comfortable with honestly)

[angelltheninth]

How would the TWST dorm leaders react to their girlfriend wearing a piece of clothing that turns them on? And what would it be?

The last part of this ask got me real stumped cause honestly? I have no idea what's sexy so I'm winging it.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, lingerie, grinding, desk sex, keeping clothes as a souvenir, teasing, making out, getting pinned, rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, creampie

A/N: I wrote this and I still have no idea what counts as sexy clothing. I guess ties and suits for me idk.

RIDDLE + STRAPLESS BRA

He only sees it when you're behind closed doors of course but he knows you're wearing it under your uniform all day. It's so damn easy for him to push it down when you're alone and have free access to your breasts, pushing his head against them, his breath tickling your nipples as he pushes his cock in and out of you.

LEONA + MINI-SKIRT

It means that all he has to do is hike the skirt up and move your panties to the side to fuck you. One less article of clothing in his way, not to mention everyone can see the marks on your thighs left by him, how you're claimed by him in multiple places. He can also take off your panties completely, use them to clean you up and pocket them, telling you to come an collect them in his bedroom after class.

AZUL + STOCKINS

There are so many things he can do. Snap the elastic band against your skin, tear them off, push his fingers underneath the smooth material to hold your legs apart. He wasn't expecting you to wear them today, it's a nice but distracting surprise that he will be sure to take full advantage of and revel in as his cock splits your cunt open on his desk.

KALIM + OPEN SHIRT

No way are you wearing that out in the open. Although he's not usually the possessive or jealous type he won't have his girlfriends tits gawked at. He originally only planned to button you up bit it quickly turned to him pushing his leg between your thighs, his tongue silencing your gasps as his hands pinched and rolled your nipples before soothing them with kisses.

VIL + HEELS

Since he wears them too he knows just how well heels can highlight ones features. Yours are practically on full display, he likes that in private but can't take when others approach you in hopes of flirting. He pushes you into the first empty classroom there is and bends you over the desk. His pace is uncharacteristically rough but with your heels he can easily put you at the right angle for maximum pleasure.

IDIA + THIGTS

Being someone who wears mainly baggy clothes anything that's a contrast would draw his eyes. It frustrates him that it takes him a while to strip you out of them, especially when he's so fucking horny but it makes it all the more rewarding when he pushes them down your thighs along with your panties and begins to thrust into you, letting all that frustration out.

MALLEUS + FORMAL DRESS

Just a dress, just a dance, that's all it was supposed to be. Not when he sees you, how sexy you look, how many eyes you attract. Eyes that aren't his. He doesn't have the restraint to wait until you're at the dorms, he pins you in the empty hallway and leaves scratches across your bare back and cum trailing down your legs from how full your cunt is when he's done with you.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#672 Fin-mans

Idia asking The Octotrio how to ask you and Vil out-

Idia: How do I ask someone out?... Azul*Wanting to tease him* Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two~ Idia: No! Floyd: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car~ Idia: Stop! Jade: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream~ Idia: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory...

Idia wanted wingmans...he got finmans instead-

[lyneira]

♤ "Not worthy?" I'll show you differently ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> how would he react to a reader who's self-conscious and ends up distancing themselves from him when others insult them and say that they shouldn't be together? (based on this request!)

All characters are depicted as 18+

fem!reader x twisted wonderland characters / cw: penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, mirror sex

"I'll make you feel loved enough that you won't forget it"

Epel, LEONA, Jack, Ace, Silver, Floyd

I don't see them viewing it as a big problem initially because he's confident that he'll be able to make things right quickly. You just need some reassurance, that's all.

He's not going to confront you directly. He won't need to; His actions toward you would be enough to say that what others were saying was indefinitely wrong.

He'll become more handsy and more forward with his PDA, always making sure that he's holding you or touching you in some way. He'll put his hand on your waist and pull you in close, seldom ever releasing his grasp on you; He'll kiss you more often, ensuring to elongate the kiss for a long time even when there were a lot of people around. When he'd pull away, allowing you to take a breath, he'd shoot a glare at anyone who was staring, daring them to say something.

He'll do all of this as to indirectly tell you, "Hey, I don't care what anyone says or thinks. I'm not letting you go". Yet, if you were still acting distant, then he'd have no choice but to confront you directly.

When he finally does, he'll back you into a corner and ask with frustration, "How come you're still distancing yourself from me? Am I not showing you enough affection?" He'll then lower his tone, "You don't need to run away from me...I love you, y/n...and there's nothing that anyone can say that will ever change that...", looking at you with that rare softness in his eyes that he only showed when he was pouring his heart out. And that's how you know he really meant it.

That look would further soften when you suddenly hug him tightly, and after melting in each other’s arms, he'll whisper into your ear, "I'll make sure you understand how much I love you tonight. Remember this moment whenever you find yourself doubting it"

And when you two make love that night, he'll seem a bit rough initially. He'll be pinning arms above your head, grasped tightly, kissing you ferociously that your teeth often clash, sucking on your skin so intensely, leaving marks of purple, and thrusting himself into you with so much force that you feel like the bed is going to break (which, it almost does, heh)

But after his first climax, releasing his remaining frustrations, he'll slow it down, also releasing his tight grip on your wrists to embrace you protectively, kissing up and down your neck as he thrusts long, slow strokes into you. He'd be all over you. His hands, his lips, and his tongue would again caress every spot on your body, especially on the spots he left a hickey on. He'd kiss them softly, and would cheekily smile into your skin, knowing that these marks would be visible for all to see the next day. After all, they need to know that you belong to him, just as his heart belongs to you.

"Can you SEE how much I love you?"

VIL, Jade, Rook, Jamil, Lilia, Rollo, Azul

You're self conscious? On his watch? Absolutely not.

Seems like you need to SEE how much he loves you in order to really believe it. So after quickly dealing with those who had planted their foolish ideas into your mind, he'll immediately take you to his room to help you confront your problem head on.

He'll be sitting at the edge of his bed, as he speaks to you, "Dear, I've noticed that you've been shying away from me because you've become self-conscious...you need not be. Do not listen to what others say, they don't matter. I adore you just as you are."

When he sees you finally ease up by his words, he'll smile tenderly at you and will then pat his thigh, "Come here..."

You do as you are told, and when you get close to him, he'll suddenly pull you onto his lap, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. Funny thing is, up until now, you hadn't realized the grand mirror that was in front of you two. Had he always had that there? In fact, he did not. But today, he needed it for his plan to help you become less conscious. Oh, you're in for it now 😏

"I'm glad you've noticed the mirror. Keep your eyes on it...no matter what I do", he'll mention as he narrows his look into your eyes in its reflection, and you can definitely tell he was plotting something. You were about to ask about it until he surprises you with a multitude of kisses up and down your neck and down your shoulders. If you asked if you could face him, he'd immediately turn you down, telling you to look into the mirror.

And as he became more sensual, letting his hands roam up your body to cup your breasts and fondle them as he continued to kiss your jaw and insisted you to keep your eyes glued to the mirror, you eventually realized his plan: he was going to make you watch yourself as he made love to you.

You figured that it would be easy to endure, but soon enough, you'd think otherwise as he'd further surprise you with his touches.

He'd bring his hands down to your waistband and begin pulling your pants off so that your lower half was now bare. Then, bringing his hands back up to your thighs, he'd begin to spread your legs open slowly, while looking in the mirror to enjoy the view of your pussy all soaking wet for him. "Ah~ You're so wet", he'll grin, eyes half-lidded at the sight. He'll hover a hand over your heat and begins to rub his middle finger up and down your slick, earning a shudder from you. After rubbing it enough, he'll insert it into your hole, massaging your insides and finding that sensitive spot that has you squeezing onto his finger.

You look away from the mirror and shut your eyes at the pleasure he's giving you, but he'll click his tongue, and stops his motions at your reaction, "That won't do, dear. Don't look away". With his other hand, he'll grab your chin and make you face the mirror once more, "Open your eyes. You need to watch as I pleasure you" and with the lack of friction making you antsy, you open your eyes to watch the erotic sight of him touching you. "Good girl", he'll hum. And for that, he'll reward you by using his other hand to rub circles on your clit.

He'll continue to pleasure you while making you watch him, becoming pleased with himself as he was getting you to stare at the sight with less hesitation each time.

When at last he has himself inserted in you, thrusting up into you relentlessly as you both watch yourselves in the mirror, mouths agape as you both moan and pant, faces flushed, eyes heavy with lust, bodies wet from sweat and arousal, he'll lean in towards you ear, sultry whispering,

"Get used to this image, my love...become so accustomed to it that it won't matter what anyone says. You'll remember that you and I are meant to be together...joined as one both body and soul, just like this"

"Do you know what you do to me?"

MALLEUS, Sebek, Deuce, Riddle, Idia

He'd full of worry when you distance yourself from him, wondering if he had done or said something to cause it. Though, hen he finds out that the reason for it was your self-consciousness and the gossip of others that had influenced it, he is fuming. Who dares to insult his darling?! To make you feel this way? He'd be so tempted to make them endure his wrath, but he'd ultimately decide to deal with it later. The most important thing right now was you. It pained him to see you look at yourself that way when he thought the entire world of you. (He practically kisses the ground you walk on, lol)

So he would waste zero time to confront you because there's no way he was going to let you think that he didn't love and care for you.

Do you know exactly the effect you have on him? He'll let you know. He'll tell you how warm you make him feel inside, how you ease him while still managing to give him butterflies in his stomach everytime you laugh or smile at him, how grateful he is to have you in his life. He'll then take your hand, bring it up to his face, and lean his cheek into your palm, telling you how he easily melts into your touch and submits himself to you.

He'll guide your hand down his body, allowing you to feel the heat of his skin, down to his chest, where you can feel the pounding of his heart.

"Feel the rhythm of my heart...it only beats like that for you. You mean everything to me, y/n. Never forget that", and he would press a kiss onto your lips, desperation imbued into them. That desperation would soon turn into passion when you gladly returned his fervor, letting him know that you understood him and relief washed over him.

As you two fiercely kissed, devouring each other's mouths, letting your tongues dance, he realized that he was still holding your hand. So, he'd take the chance to continue guiding your hand further down his body to show you another effect you had on him. You'd gasp when your hand met with his clothed erection, breaking the kiss to look down at it and back up at him. He'll have a faint blush on his cheeks, but will look at you with a firmness in his eyes, "Only you make me feel this way." He'll release his grasp on you, yet, you'll maintain your grasp on him, ready to show him the love and affection that he showed you.

And indeed, you'll feel how enamored and obsessed you make him when you pull down his pants to free his throbbing cock, to lick it, suck on it, bounce on it, ride it, and squeeze it so good that the evidence of his love will be buried deep inside of you and will continue to overflow.

Extra:

He'll also show you what you do to him even when he wasn't with you at the moment. Even if you were away for a while, he'd send you a video touching himself to you. In the video, you'll see his beautiful face twisted in need as you listen to him panting, gasping, and moaning out your name numerous times, accompanied with the wet sounds of his sex being attended to. This would go on for several minutes for you to enjoy, and in the after his release, he'll look hazily to the camera, cheeks flushed, semen stained on his hand, abdomen, and thighs, lips parted as he breathlessly heaves out, "This is what you do to me"

If you were there, he wouldn't have made such a mess everywhere 'cause he would have made his mess inside of you instead, just sayin' ;)

(Cater isn't a part of this category, but I can totally see him doing this too!)

"I love your..."

NEIGE, Cater, KALIM, Che'nya, Trey, Ruggie

You distancing yourself from him would immediately have alarms going off in his head because this would be highly unusual. You two were always joined at the hip (sometimes literally) after all. When he realizes that you're self-conscious, he'll immediately reassure you.

"You know what I love so much about you? I'll tell you!" He'll grab your hand and bring it up to his lips, "I love your touch", and will kiss your palm. He'll then lean towards your face so that his lips were ghosting your forehead, "I love your beautiful mind", and kisses it. He'll then kiss the corner of your lips, "Your pretty smile", which would earn him that beloved expression from you, to his delight. He'll kiss down your neck, "Your voice and the things you say to me", and as he tries to kiss your collarbone, he will pull off your top to expose more of the skin he can kiss. He'll continue down towards your chest, kissing your warm bosom, "Your kind heart and affection". And he'll go on to kissing all over your body as he says what he adores and loves about you, removing any more clothing that might hinder his lips from meeting your skin.

With all his kisses, you were nearly laid entirely bare. All of your clothing were off except for your panties. As he lowers himself down to hover his lips on your clothed sex, he'll look up at you, blush dusted on his cheeks and a sensual look in his eye, "Would you allow me to continue saying what else I love about you?". And with your nod of permission, he'll slip the garment off, and whisper, "I love the way you taste" before giving a deep kiss to your lips. He'll go on to kiss it repeatedly and as you moan and sigh from his kisses below, he'll shakily breathe out, "I love the sounds you make when I'm making you feel good...a-ah..! You make me feel so good" as he mindlessly grinds into the mattress, pre-cum staining the bed, aroused by you.

You'd think he'd be done after letting you know the numerous things he loved about you, but he still had one more he had to say. So after letting you release your nectar onto his lips and drinking it, he's gonna line himself up to your dripping entrance, and will say, "I love being inside you", before inserting himself into your heat. He'll continue to mutter on with each thrust, "oh, you're so warm...you take me in so well...I love it...I love you....so very much"

And with all of the places he's kissed and all of his words of adoration, I'm sure you'll understand the magnitude of his love for you by the end of the night

a/n: this one was much longer than usual! Some seem a bit ooc and I honestly kinda gave up at the ends of most afshdkwgjak oh well 🫤

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[l1tw1ck]

bottom!ftm vil x top!male!monster reader

[event request] | afab language used

cw: dub-con, objectification, predator/prey, corruption, monster fucking, creampie

Vil trips over a rock and turns around to face you, accepting his fate. It's over. He looks up into your monstrous and lust filled eyes, fear and arousal pooling in his stomach. The desperation you feel for him is painted on your face, you look like you want to eat him alive. You probably could if you wanted to. You rip off his clothes in two swift movements. “Gonna be my new toy.” You unsheathe your huge length, scaring your prey even more.

“It- it won't fit-” He looks at your twitching cock nervously.

“I’ll make it fit. Whether you like it or not.” You lift him into the air and sink him down onto your cock. His mouth hangs open, choked out gasps leaving his pretty lips. Tears fall from his eyes as you force yourself inside his tight warmth. His abundant amount of slick helps ease your way into his small cunt.

It doesn't take long for Vil to start enjoying this. You're hitting all the right places, he couldn't pretend otherwise even if he wanted to. “Such a good cocksleeve..” You groan. “So tight and wet for me.”

Vil shivers and moans happily. He didn't know something like this would feel so amazing. He hopes you never stop. He hopes you stay true to your word and keep him as your toy forever. He lets out a cute moan and rolls his eyes back as he comes, squirting on your length. You keep going, not worrying about him at all. He’s your cocksleeve after all, his feelings don't matter. He can't think at all anymore, his moans are too loud and he feels too good to form a proper thought.

You start to slow down as you reach your peak. Vil can tell you're about to come and he’s never been so excited to get creampied. You bring him down as far as you can before pumping him full of your load, a mindless grin growing on his face. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life like this.

[demonichikikomori]

My Queen’s Command

BIRTHDAY REQUEST

Yan!S!Vil x Yan!M!Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.7k+

Art is by MAKA on Pixiv!

I apologize severely to my sweetest @raven-tales ! This is a late birthday gift with some Vil lovin'! I did mark reader as a Yandere, but... She's more just super obsessed in this versus Vil who is... You'll see... Please forgive me for such a long wait, and I hope you had a Hellishly Happy Birthday!

SUMMARY:

It was pathetic, sickening even… How desperate you were for Vil to give you the smallest sliver of attention. You even went as far as to dig in the garbage for failed tests to beg him to tutor you. And tutor you he did.

Tags: Reader is an M/Also She's Super Pathetic/But In A Yandere Way/Slight Choking/The D in Devil is For Dark Content

“Speak.”

The voice was powerful, elegant, and always placed you beneath its spell. You stood in the doorway to Vil’s bedroom, gripping tightly to a small stack of papers with a pale purple coat of paint on your fingernails. Dressed in the smallest, pleated denim skirt you owned, the thinnest white blouse with puffy mesh sleeves you owned, the fluffiest pair of white bunny slippers you owned, and the tiniest pair of silk purple panties you owned, you prepared to enact your desperate plan for Vil to spare you a single glance. 

In your hands were old tests you had stolen from the trash after classes had ended for the day. But the man sitting at his large and extravagant vanity had no idea. By erasing the names on top to replace them with your own, he had no reason to look over it further. After all, the tests in your hands were all flunked. Large red marker ink circled numbers below forty percent, some of the grades didn’t even make it into the double digits. “Um-“ A pale, perfectly manicured finger was lifted. Instructing you to stop speaking before you had the chance to even start. “Come in. Close the door.” He commanded again, not even honoring your existence with his sharp amethyst gaze. His blond hair was wrapped up in a braided bun as he looked himself over in the large mirror. Seeking out imperfections that no one else could see but him. 

You did as he asked. Obedient as always to please him in any way possible. People always referred to Rook as obsessive, but you were far worse. 

You had come to this world from your own, and once your presence was graced with that of Vil Schoenheit... You had changed. You abandoned Ramshackle and its inhabitants, pleading and begging to be transferred to Pomefiore without Grim tagging along. You changed the way you dressed based on the fashion magazines you found when raiding his room. You begged Crowley to adjust your schedule so you could attend all of the classes Vil took. You memorized his daily routine, his lifestyle, his habits. You knew everything about him. He knew this. And he was absolutely ecstatic to see your dedication to your queen. No matter how poorly he treated you, you were like putty in his beautiful hands. It amused him how desperate for his attention you were. He enabled your pathetic behaviors, and you always crawled back for more.

From an outside perspective, you were like a filthy stray who followed him around in hopes of being pet. And when Vil was in the mood? You were given what you craved. 

“You’re disturbing me. What is it that you need that requires you to come to me directly? Is Rook not in the dorm?” He demanded an answer, sounding agitated by your mere existence. You were swift to give the answer he needed as you looked down at the flooring tiles. You could feel your inner thighs becoming wet from excitement. “Rook is watching Leona right now. And since he’s not here… I was hoping you could tell me where I went wrong on these papers? I guess… I failed.” You struggled to remain calm, your heart was throbbing as things continued going according to plan. You knew where Rook was because you had orchestrated this entire situation. You informed Rook of Leona’s location, knowing he would head there immediately to admire the royal beast. 

You needed him out of your way for a while. He was too close to Vil too often for your liking. 

Vil glanced at you through the glass of his vanity mirror. His expression was stone, and he didn’t look at you longer than two seconds. But anything from the Housewarden was enough. “Kneel.” He commanded and slowly stood from his fluffy stool. You sank quickly to your knees and fought back your overjoyed smile. He sauntered up to you slowly and you could feel your face becoming hot, your heart threatening to explode in your ribcage. His apple red heels clicked against the floor, and he sighed in annoyance with his arms crossed over his firm chest. A white silk shirt, black dress pants… Even the plainest of clothes looked amazing on him. You kept your eyes lowered to the floor as he stopped in front of you. The tips of his rounded heels only inches away from your knees. He tapped his heel against the floor impatiently as you raised your arms to show him the failed scores. 

You swallowed excitedly as he took them carefully, shuffling through the papers with a disappointed hum. “Honestly… Trying to fool me like this? Are you testing my intellect? Or was this an honest attempt to get a rise out of me? Perhaps you’re looking into comedy?” He asked teasingly as the papers went fluttering carelessly into the air. Vil didn’t buy it. You had a feeling he wouldn’t. But no one can say you weren’t creative for trying. “What is this about? Wasting my time with this prank?” He asked, demanding another answer as you nervously looked up at him. Your eyes met his, and his gaze was far more lustful than you expected. 

But that was the relationship you both had built the longer you followed him day-in and day-out. The humiliator and the humiliated. And neither of you would prefer to have it any other way. 

Before you could speak, his heeled foot pressed into your chest. Rough and hard. You were now pinned to the bedroom door with a ‘thud’ that knocked the air from your lungs. “I asked for an answer, I didn’t say you could look at me.” He snapped, even more agitated by your behavior as a smirk appeared on his face. Your cheeks burned as you looked down at the shiny red heel digging into the center of your chest cavity. Your reflection revealed your pathetic expression and the smile spreading across your burning face. “I wanted to see you… I haven’t been in your room since last month.” You admitted sheepishly as he pushed harder into your chest. Like you were an insect he was trying to crush. “So, instead of being honest about what you want… You dug in the trash like some heathen and brought me random test papers? Thinking you could fool me into believing you're this idiotic to score a seven percent in Magic Pharmacology? Someone, rescue me from second-hand embarrassment.” He scoffed with a laugh following. 

You made him laugh, he thought your idea was laughable. “This was your most pathetic attempt yet. I’ll give you a three out of five for trying. The two points are docked simply because you assumed I would be dumb enough to believe the class I am best in, you’ve failed.” Vil’s voice smoothed out as he pulled his heel from your chest. “I suppose I have time for you since Rook is busy.” The Vil Schoenheit had time for you today. And you couldn’t be more grateful. “Hands and knees, and follow me.” Vil instructed gently as you quickly got to your hands and knees. “What do you say?” He asked as you looked down at the test paper in front of you. A small face was drawn in the corner beside a heart and a small cartoon crab holding a basketball. 

It represented someone who’s name you couldn’t be bothered to remember before erasing. “Thank you Vil for paying attention to me. I’m very grateful!” You barked with your eyes now watching his red heels. The blond chuckled in amusement as he walked slowly around the room. He looked back to watch you crawl after him on your hands and knees. The Housewarden could only compare you to a lowly animal in heat. Your skin scraping against the carpet and the floor as he hummed with his arms crossed. “Such a good pet you are. Do you like following me around like this? Do you like when I give you attention?” He asked and you nodded vigorously, your panties growing wet and soaked with arousal the longer you followed after him. Wishing that he would speak to you more. To give you more and more of his attention. “I love following you! I love when you pay attention to me!” You chirped, nearing a state of breathless excitement as he sat on the edge of his expensive chaise longue. His legs were spread as you awaited the next set of instructions. “Is that the skirt from one of my magazines?” Vil asked and you nodded, feeling your chest flutter knowing he remembered. “It fits wonderfully on you.” He complimented as you squeezed your thighs tightly together. Attention and praise? You must’ve seriously amused him with your idea. 

“I’ll allow you to ride me today. Don’t bother undressing, once we’re finished, you are excused. Do you understand me?” Vil watched your face grow redder and redder in shade as you nodded happily. “Yes Vil, thank you Vil.” He was so kind and thoughtful towards you. Maybe he would cum inside this time if you asked? You wouldn’t mind walking back to your room with his cum deep inside of you, keeping you warm and filled with a reminder that he still cared for your existence in his tight knit orbit. “Stand.” The blond commanded and you were swift to respond. You looked down at him patiently with your hands curled into fists at your side. You couldn’t keep your thighs from rubbing together, your body was starved for affection. Vil’s affection. 

You could see how hard he was, how much the both of you really wanted one another. With his hands tugging you closer with his hips and your hands relaxing against his shoulders, you felt truly rewarded with the skin on skin contact. Your bunny slippers dangled from your feet as you sat in his lap, your knees dug into the expensive velvet of the imported chair. Shyly looking up at Vil, you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You were trained well, no need to look down for this part. One of Vil’s hands left your hip to relax around your throat once you pulled his member free and began slowly stroking him. “Who do you love the most? Speak.” He instructed as you refused to break your gaze from his. He was finally looking into your eyes. “I love Vil Schoenheit the most.” You whispered honestly as he tilted his head, his eyes shifting as he accepted your response. The purple in his eyes seemed to darken as he asked you another question. “And your friends?” He spoke softly, curiously, as always he was demanding an answer as you blinked in surprise. “What friends?” You asked with honesty, curious as to what he meant. What answer were you supposed to give? You didn’t have friends. No one ever stood out to you enough to care about. None of them were Vil.

His hand squeezed your neck experimentally as he smiled. “That’s right. ‘What friends?’ is the answer.” Vil cooed happily as you felt your lungs grow tight from the new restriction to your airflow. You loved it. “You have no one but me. No one will ever love you more than me. Isn’t that right?” He whispered your name as if it was the name of his favorite candy. You nodded, carefully bobbing your head as your hands stroked his throbbing cock with a slowed rhythm. “Good. Very good. Now, up on your knees. You may ride me until I cum. When I’m finished,” Vil’s grip tightened suddenly. The lack of air led to blood rushing to your brain as his lips grazed yours. “get out of my sight. And I don’t want to see you for the rest of the week. A little punishment for your stunt today.” His voice was graveled as your heart stuttered in your chest. You won’t be allowed to show your face around him for a few days… But after that you could admire him once again. 

He was so fair when it came to discipline. 

You pressed your knees into the expensive chair, tugging your panties to the side as your thighs trembled. His hand relaxed around your throat as he looked up at you, watching your face twist with struggle as you rubbed the mushroom shaped tip of his cock against your hardened clit. He didn’t say you couldn’t. And the way his hips jerked upwards told you the feeling wasn’t unwelcomed. As you rested your hands on his shoulders, you slowly sank down on his length. Your expression twisted with pain from the intrusion and you gasped from the fullness you felt. Without any real preparation, it was a painful struggle you forced yourself to endure. All for the sake of feeling Vil inside of you. For pleasing him. For pleasing yourself. You held back the sounds that threatened to escape your lips as his member throbbed and pulsed deep inside of you. The rounded tip bumping into a soft and spongy bundle of nerves that he hit each time you had sex. Even after a month of no attention, he was always a perfect fit for your body. Your walls constricted and convulsed around his cock as you shook from the stretching. You couldn’t move, your body was already too sensitive. 

“What are you waiting for? Do you need me to give you instructions for everything?” Vil asked as he grew annoyed from your lack of action. “If I needed a cockwarmer, I would’ve said that. What did I tell you to do?” He asked and you struggled to form a sentence. You felt like you might cum already. “You… You said…” You trailed off, a whine slipping out of your mouth as he rolled his hips into yours, rough and quick as his hand on your hip tightened. “Clearly you are useless without my guidance. This is why you cannot live without me. You would die on your own. Am I wrong?” Vil snapped as your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly. Your brain turned off as you struggled to answer. Nothing coherent came up anyway. 

His hands left you for a moment before he hugged you against his body. His hold so crushing you were forced to sob and moan against the sensitive skin of his ear as he snapped his hips up into yours. The wet smacks and lewd sounds of your pussy sucking him deeper and deeper inside of you made you cry out with pleasure. Vil was giving you the attention you wanted. The attention you worked hard to earn. When the crown of his cock smacked into your cervix a choked sound left your throat as you shook your head and thrashed. If he hits it again you would cum. And you knew he wouldn’t stop until he came next. “Is that how you thank me, whore? Apologize and I’ll spare you.” He growled as his thrusts stopped. You let out a weak string of apologies for him to allow you to hang on a little longer. For the sex to last longer. To feel him against your body longer. 

“Pathetic. You can do better.” He whispered and rammed his hips into yours. Your cervix was hit again as tears spilled down your cheeks from the pain you loved. Vil did it again. And again. And again. You gushed around him, crying out and whimpering for him to ‘stop’ and ‘slow down’ but you never used the safe-word. Because you loved the painful feeling of overstimulation. How he used your body to feel good, how he moaned and grunted in your ear from the pleasure your body gave him. The rhythm Vil held soon grew erratic and with a familiar hiss, he slowed to a stop as your pussy was filled with thick cum. Hot, sticky, and messy, the semen trickled out of you as you fell limp against Vil’s chest. He held you tightly to keep you from falling over with a soft sigh.“Next time… Just see me when Rook isn’t busy. You’re ridiculous.” He scoffed in your ear as you smiled. Coming up with excuses was way more fun.

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[kisses4lao]

Guess who's suffering from writers block!!! No but fr I wanna write SO BAD but I just can't 😭😭 so take some twst pp hcs until I decide to work on commissions again

Not proofread idc shank me

♧CW!!! Fem reader! twst dick hcs duh, every NRC student EXCLUDING ortho, might have some other hcs too

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Riddle:

Its... cute? Idk how to explain it

He is VERY sensitive

5.5 inches

Slight curve downward

The tip is a really deep red

Cum is watery, tastes like rosewater(this is a fantasy world i can make cum taste like anything i want)

Balls aren't all that heavy, very soft and squishy tho

Likes rimming. No further comments

Trey:

EEK MY BOY

I'm gonna try not to be biased

Hes BIG tho

I know you've seen him. Let's be honest, we all know he's PACKING

So I'm gonna say a solid 7-8 inches with a nice amount of girth

No curve, but very veiny

Heavy balls. Like, HEAVY. Bros got a whole bakery in there

Soft pink tip

Cum is the normal consistency, he takes care of himself

If you're sucking him off he'll change the flavor of his cock and his cum to whatever you want (thank god for doodle suit)

Cater:

Easy 7 inches

Not too sensitive, it takes a while for him to cum

His cum is pretty thick, its all the spicy ramen he eats

Curve upward, huge thick vein going from his balls to the tip

Cum tastes salty, but not overwhelming

Will have his clones fuck you silly

Deuce:

Another small boy

I'll say 6 inches, no curve

Hes sensitive too, but not as much as riddle

He really like getting his balls sucked more than his cock itself

Cum is watery too, but it tastes good

Like sweet in a way

Tip is a light blue dont ask why

Ace:

Another small boy 😭

He is CLUELESS

Poor man is a one pump chump

5.6 inches, curve to the left

SENSETIVE. pussy got this boy on his knees

Balls squishy, balls soft?

Yes to both

His rip is red, like a blush red

Azul:

A good 6ish inches with a curve downward

Not as sensitive as you may think

I think it would be funny if the bottom of his cock had like little suckers or some shit

Tip is dark purple and he has some veins, not many tho

Heavy balls, no squish :(

Cum is thick and black bc octopus

Tastes like what watered down hand sanitizer smells like

Jade:

😨

Its slimy.

No further comment on that

No but its like wet, a lot

So is floyds but we aren't there yet

Its like lube 🥺

Okay but he's LONG

8.5 AT LEAST

He also enjoys rimming

Tip is dark cyan

Cum is slimy too

Add some borax water and sell it on etsy

Floyd:

Basically the same as Jade

Hes smaller tho

Hes 6 inches but has SO much girth

His cum is more watery than slimy and the tip is a light blue

Lots of veins too

Kalim:

6 inches

So sensitive

He begs.

Loves blow jobs but would NEVER ask for them

Heavy soft balls

A dark brown tip and there's lil red swirlies

Cum is thick

Tastes like coconut toothpaste

Jamil:

mmmmmmmmMMMMMMM

BIG

So big

Destroy me PLEASE

7.8 inches and a big curve upwards

Likes fingers in his ass, just like Kanye west

Doesn't like blow jobs he cums too quick :(

Gets overstimulated easily and when he does hes highly submissive

Cum a lil thick (its all the curry he eats)

Its yummy tho

Tastes salty and a lil sweet

Like a pretzel

Tip is a redish-brownish

Vil:

Hes a very odd case

Hes big, dont get me wrong

But mans does NOT have sex 😭

He complains it ruins his makeup

7.4 inches with a few veins

Oh yeah hes unclipped too idk why but he is

Tip is a pinky purple color

Balls got some weight, they're not sensitive

Rook:

Hes an even weirder case

Hes very big but almost NEVER penetrates you

Hed much rather be in between your legs for hours on end

Making you cum on his face gives him so much pleasure

He doesn't touch himself either

When he's eating you out he has one hand thrusting fingers into your pussy, the other hand thrusting fingers into your ass(hes an ass man I know he is) while he sucks on your clit the whole time

He cums on the sheets whenever you do bc he knows how good you feel

Hes 8.5 inches with a curve down, large vein going upward

A creme colored tip

Cum normal consistency, you don't know what it tastes like because he never let's you suck him off :(

Epel:

Small boy

Whimpers

A lot

Hes 6 inches with a curve to the left

Light purple tip bc I said so

Light balls, but no squish :(

Cum is watery and tastes like lavender oil

Idia:

Oh god

Contrary to popular belief he has a lot of stamina

He doesn't have ANY experience tho

Played a lot of hentai games but thats the extent of his experience

I think it would be really funny if instead of whispering dirty talk or praise during sex he tells you the fnaf lore

Like he'll be blowing your back out and he'll just be like "so the crying child was actually william aftons son-" and then he cums

After hes done and doing aftercare he'll quiz you on the fnaf lore

If you get any of the questions wrong he'll fuck you until you can't walk as a punishment

If you get them all right he'll eat you out for hours until you also can't walk

Win win honestly

8 inches

TIP IS BLUUUEEEEEE

Cum is thick and salty, he doesn't take care of himself

Heavy, HEAVY balls. Very sensitive

He loves blow jobs too

Leona:

8.8 inches, but if we're being real to how ACTUAL lion anatomy is hes closer to 3 inches but yall aren't ready for that convo

Not sensitive at all, it takes so long for him to cum

But when he does hes so sweet, whispering praise after praise to you and lots of kisses

Cum is normal consistency, a lil on the thicker end

Its a bit bitter with a sweet aftertaste

Hes also unclipped and I will not elaborate

Idk if lions have them but if they do then he has a knot, not as big as jacks tho

Heavy balls, they're sensitive

Brown tip, like, dark brown tip

Ruggie:

7ish inches with a curve down

Also likes eating you out

Doesn't like having his balls touched

They're cute and squishy tho

Cum is also thick and doesn't taste like anything

Tip is a light brown and has a vein going through it

Jack:

8 inches.

Has a huge knot. Physically cannot pull out when it comes to it

Cum tastes like strawberries

Doesn't let you suck him off often bc he doesn't wanna knot in your mouth

Also gets pleasure from eating you out

Tip is grey and sensitive

Malleus:

Hes also like rook in the way he'd eat you out for hours if you'd let him

But he does penetrate you

Our big dragon boy loves the feeling of being inside your tight cunt

Will probably cum if you praise him

He has 2.

One on top one on the bottom

The one on top is longer, 9 inches while the one on the bottom is 7ish, the bottom one is a lot thicker tho

He'll be so slow easing them in and almost never goes fast when it comes to sex

He sees it as love making

They both have a black tip and the cum is normal consistency, tastes like... eggs? Hardboiled don't ask

Oh yeah his cum glows in the dark

Lilia:

Idc what you guys say this man is SO EXPERIENCED

He knows how to have sex properly and can make you cum in seconds if he feels like it

7 inches, his dick is where all his height went

Because he's so experienced he doesn't cum easily

PINK TIP PINK TIP

His cum is normal consistency, a little watery maybe

Tastes like citrus

Silver:

Loves when you ride him

Likes missionary too tho

7 inches too

His tip is grey

Very sensitive and gets overstimulated easily

Hes also just very submissive in general

Cum is watery and tastes like what a new car smells like

Sebek:

LOUD

SO LOUD

CANT TAKE THIS BITCH ANYWHERE

Cries during sex

Loves when you pull his hair

Does he have horns? If he does they're very sensitive

Cums if you touch them

Hes a crocodile right

Nah he has horns

8 inches no other comments

GREEN TIP

Cum is thick and bitter

We love him tho

Balls squishy

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A/n: im so fuckibg tired god help me

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Dorm leader making female reader squirt 😳

Please

Sorry this took so long to come out and thank you for the request, and I only do 18+ characters, so only a handful of the dorm leaders are in here.

Warnings: Degradation (Slut, whore etc), fingering (Vil) oral (Fem receiving- Idia), praise, two cocks (Malleus), Dacryphilia, biting, Nipple play, squirting, female reader.

Request: Yes

Words: 1,767

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona is very hard on overstimulation. If he's not hitting the right place to make you squirt he'll take the time to learn when he's in the mood at least.

Whispers in your ear while you're under him whining on his cock. Mostly a mixture of degradation and praise though sometimes he'll comment on how pretty you look all messy under him like this.

He usually has sleepy lazy sex though when he's in the mood his ramming into you like a pogostick.

Making you cry is his daily mission. It turns him on even more. Definitely the type to lick up your tears while he's overstimulating you.

When you squirt once Leona has to make you squirt on him again. You can hold out just a few more rounds, can't you?

His breath puffed over your ear, hands roaming your bare body and hands ghosting over your breast to tweak your perky nipples. Leona's teeth were cold against your neck as his hips snapped up against yours again, a throaty growl reverberating through his throat as your walls squeezed around his twitching cock.

His tongue slipped over your cheek collecting your tears as your back arched up off the bed, an eager fucked out whine clawing it's way from your throat that had him chuckling. "Such a pretty whore for me," He mumbled against your feverish skin, teeth scraping against your pulse point.

"Gonna cum again? I can feel you squeezin' around me so hard don't deny it."

He picked up the pace, rejoicing in the moans that tumbled from your bruised lips and your flushed body under him. His tail swatted back and forth behind him, lips wrapping around one of your nipples and tongue flicking over it. Leona's hand snuck down in between your legs, finding and flicking at your clit.

His cock scraped deliciously against your g-spot with every thrust, the combination of his cock and his fingers against your clit made your body tensing and your eyes pathetically rolling to the back of your head.

"Cum." He commanded, sending you over the edge. Clear liquid sprayed out of your overstimulated body, forcing his cock out. Leona kept stimulating your clit with his fingers, looking down to see the last few spurts of your release wetten the sheets.

"There's my pretty girl.." He whispered, nipping your ear and realigning himself with you. "You didn't think we were over yet, did you? Come on, let me make you squirt on me again."

Vil Schoenheit

Doesn't really like the mess that comes with you squirting but he's well aware some people can't help it and in the moment it's hot when he makes you squirt.

He likes it when he makes you squirt on his fingers. It proves that he doesn't need his cock to make you feel good.

His words are whispered with praise and how pretty you are. He doesn't leave many bites or hickeys but me makes sure to press kisses against every part of your beautiful body, head to toe.

When he makes you squirt once that's enough. He doesn't want you to feel pain from being overstimulated nor does he want to make you cry from overstimulation either.

He makes sure to pamper you after, too. A warm bath after your sweat filled night and a massage if you'd like. Vil wants you to feel nice and relaxed, not tense after your night of pleasure.

"Shh.." He shushes you, lips leaving hot wet open mouthed kisses all over your neck and starting down your cleavage. Vils fingers were sliding in and out of your dripping heat with ease, curling up against your walls. He smiled against the skin of your shoulder, sucking a soft small hickey against your collarbone.

"Stay still, darling." He commanded of you, fingers curling up against your g-spot and thumb rolling quickly against your clit as you quivered under him, soft whines and pleads falling from your red lips.

Vil loved seeing you like this under him, all flushed and whiny from pleasure. Eyes rolling and hips grinding upwards against his hand in world spinning pleasure. He pressed a gentle kiss against your perky nipple, tongue dragging against it for a moment before he continued down your body, enjoying the twitching your body did underneath his touch.

Vil could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, and he slowly pressed a third into your pretty pussy, stretching you apart. "Good girl.." He praised again at your moan of pleasure, "You going to cum?" His blond hair was sweaty and stuck to his head, his fingers rocking quicker inside of you.

"Cum for me, pretty." He mumbled against the soft hot skin of your stomach, his thumb teasing your clit a little faster. "Go on, sweetheart." His encouragement had you coming undone faster, unraveling around his fingers. He rode out your orgasm as you squirted, his free hand helping to support your body as you squirmed around on the bed.

He let you breath for a minute, continuing to press gentle kisses against your skin. "I'm going to go draw a bath, stay here." He wiped your sweaty hair away from your forehead, planting a kiss on it before leaving the room.

Idia Shroud

This man lives on making you squirt. When Idia is in the mood he's quite the pervert, as you would probably have imagined. The first few times he was shy, but the more he got to know your body the more confident he became. He degrades quite a bit.

His favorite place is being between your legs, sucking and nibbling at your clit and ravishing your body completely. He likes to leave you whiny and begging for more, too incomprehensible to do anything else.

He likes the mess. Please drench his face. If you can take it, he would make you squirt three maybe even four times straight.

Afterwards he's likely to just cuddle with you. You guys can both wash up in the morning. He's tired and wants to cuddle and play video games with you.

Of course he will get up for stuff you need if you want him too. It's the least he could do.

"Gonna cum again you slut?" He groaned against your thigh, his tongue continuing to lap eagerly at your core, driving you mad. His hands held down on your thighs, squeezing and pulling you closer to his face as he continued to ravish you, tongue slipping through your slit and rolling circles against your clit.

He smirked at the way you couldn't answer him. Only moan and writhe above him like the whore you are. He liked when you showed off that side of yourself. When he pushed you higher than cloud nine and all you could do was grind against him and cry out for more.

He felt your liquids drench his face, running down his jaw and chin as he lifted his head, looking at you while licking your juice off his lips, your orgasm had left a wet sheen on his face. "Wow, look at that mess you made. You really just couldn't wait, could you? Tell me how much of a whore you are." He said, a large prideful grin stretched across his face.

"I'm waiting." He tapped his finger against your clit, feigning impatience and eying the way your body twitched and bucked under the slightest of his touches. "Say it." He answered. "I'm a whore!" You whined out, India's eyes gleaming and narrowing. "For who?"

His fingers ran through your slit, feeling the way your cunt twitched against his fingers. "F-For you! Idia please!" He grinned, before his head disappeared between your legs again.

"Be patient. You'll get my cock later."

Malleus Draconia

He's probably the king of overstimulation without even meaning to overstimulate you. He's a dragon fae, everything is far bigger down there than a normal human.

He also likes ravishing you with his cocks, he's very pleased if you can take both of them.

He does leave marks and love bites all over your body. He leaves no spot untouched. Malleus instincts tell him to claim you so he's marking you up head to toe. Mainly around the neck and chest Area, but he also likes biting at your thighs.

He doesn't actually know what squirting is, but the first time you do it he's absolutely feral. He doesn't want you leaving the bed until you squirt again. He's a needy man, you'll do it just a few more times for him, won't you?

His canines sunk into your shoulder blade, Malleus hips rocking against your own and a growl rumbling through his chest. For sounding so rough he was gentle with your body, his hands soothing over the areas he'd previously marked up. His lips found yours, long tongue slipping into your mouth and mapping out the area for the hundredth time.

He drank in your moans of lust, letting your body grind and buck up against his with soft purrs. Malleus gladly let you hold onto his horns while he went down on you, his cocks stretching you out so wonderfully it was almost painful.

His hands slid over the bump in your lower belly where his cocks bulged from, groaning out against your lips, only pulling away to press and pepper kisses down your cleavage. "You are tightening right up around me, darling. Will you be finishing soon?"

He murmured against your skin, words wrapped in silk as he chuckled at your warbled moans and frantic nodding. He felt your back arch up, hips grinding up against his in need. "Calm, darling. Let me do the work." He said against your skin, speeding up his pace. Your head fell back, and he shivered at the cries falling from your bruised and bitten lips.

He stopped suddenly when he felt clear liquid spray out, and groaned at the way your walls squeezed against him. His hips stuttered before grinding up against your needy hole, riding out your orgasm. He laughed, looking down at the mess you'd become and tapping your clit a few times.

"Do you think you could do that for me again, love?" He'd asked, pressing soft kisses against your flushed tear stained face.

[angelsrcute]

Porn streamer!?

★ warnings: reader has a cock/strap, bratty Vil, spanking, choking.

Streamer!Vil who is a very famous streamer and gets alot of gifts and money from his viewers.

Streamer!Vil who's a brat and is cocky about his looks.

Streamer!Vil who has you, you don't mind him streaming this type of content because you fuck him with a mask on.

Streamer!Vil who is folded half as you fuck into his hole.

Streamer!Vil who still has the audacity to boss you around like he isn't enjoying every bit of this.

Streamer!Vil who's sobbing because of the edging, the viewers keep on sending him gifts and money for different ideas.

Streamer!Vil who let's out a loud man when you spank his ass, his hole clenching on your dick.

Streamer!Vil who's pretty makeup is ruined and now reduced to a cheap whore who can't think of anything but cock.

Streamer!Vil who's also a masochist,his eyes rolling back when your hands choke him.

Streamer!Vil who ends his stream but you don't stop fucking him, to the point he's shooting blanks! The neighbours sure are listening to his moans but he'd probably have no shame.

[angelltheninth]

It's my first request. Can I please nsfw with Vil who is jealous about his s/o?

I hope this ends up being a good first request for you then.

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, marking, jealousy, mirror sex, quickie, dressing up, possessiveness

A/N: This guy is such a princess. That's the only word I can describe him with.

Far be it from Vil to shy away from looks and attention when people look his way, it's when they stare at you that he has a problem

He can tolerate it of it's for an event but he will be holding your hand the whole time, not giving anyone the illusion that they can make moves on his girlfriend

Loves to dress up in complimentary outfits, especially when he's really jealous

Besides both your clothes will end up on the floor eventually

Occasionally his jealousy will boil to the surface and he'll have to do something about it

Vil loves to fuck you in front of a mirror, he holds your chin and keeps eye contact while ramming his hard cock into you and palms at your breast with the other hand

The best sight for him is one where he gets to see your face as you orgasm while looking at the reflection in the mirror

In that way he is a bit of an egotist, he likes seeing the pleasure he brings you and feeling you tightening and loosening around his cock while cum drips down your thighs

There's only one thing that he hasn't taken off yet, his lipstick and that is because he wants to mark your neck with it

Other places too but the neck because it will be a place that others can see

And with the marks being the same shade as his favorite lipstick everyone will know you're his girlfriend... and he also... really likes kissing you

[cvlutos]

“No Nut November” Pt.3

| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.4K | Mature |

NRC 3rd Years X GN!Reader

| Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Voice Kink | Phone Masturbation(One-sided) | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

Earl’s Notes: A special thanks, to those who have reposted and shared as such with me<3

♡ TREY CLOVER ♡

LOSER #ONE

Let me preface all this with those who lost, lost most definitely on purpose, except for Cater and Idia. Trey’s losing. That’s his first thought when Ace and Deuce ramble about it to him and knows he’ll lose if you’re anywhere near him. If you just don’t ever acknowledge his existence, he’s automatically winning. But you don’t, 'cause he’s got baked goods that you like and they're free. Ain’t no way you're avoiding him. Trey also doesn’t take NNN super seriously, so it’s okay if he loses. I also have this slight thing that Trey already loves when people eat his deserts, but with you, it turns him alil on, not in a creepy way, but ya know. He’s turning the other way if you get any sorta food stuck on your lips, or face.

Ngl, he probably daydreamed about this exact scenario, as much as he hates to admit. He just learned a new recipe for your favorite dessert, deciding to add a Lil whipped cream. He was so proud of himself, as he texted you about it, and you, being a loyal friend without hesitation, pull up. You and whip cream, we know what this leads to. You, silly Lil, you end up with whipped cream on your face. Trey, without skipping a beat, imagines it as his cu—he has to excuse himself. Moving to his room to jack one-off. He’s extremely guilty after.

“I’m glad you like the dessert. I made it with you in mind.”

♡ CATER DIAMOND ♡

LOSER #TWO

Stood not a chance. Wasn’t even gonna try. He’s such a horn dog. It’s almost embarrassing at this point. 90% of the time, you're responsible for his third boner of the day. Because Cater is such a social phone person, he has multiple pictures and most definitely trades with Ruggie. He just has the most innocent to the most scandalous (as in you sleeping at Heartslabyul, don’t be weird) Like he has access to you, or your pictures 24/7, a recipe for disaster.

So, as always, it’s a nightly ritual at this point. Laying on his back, his roommates are far into dreamland. It’s late as his eyes gradually run along the phone screen, slowly pumping his dick. Your name is a silent cry on his lips. He’s shamelessly losing and doesn’t give a damn.

“[Nickname]! You are simply the cutest, letting me take a pic!”

♡ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ♡

LOSER #THREE

Not only is it a chore to participate, but also a chore to actually do the deed. As well as Ruggie sending photo after photo of you, being you. Which has the lion beastman slightly interested, but far too damn lazy. Leona is lasting till the end of the month, simply because he doesn’t get horny, like could go weeks without masturbation. So it really is a ‘if he feels like it’ situation. Like if he needs to cum, he’s going to. Not some imaginary competition is stopping him. Though Leona attempts the competition for about 5 minutes before he’s bored with it.

He definitely forgets for the later weeks of November, till one compromising moment. Not even something inherently sexual, you had massages his ears, something that only lovers would do. Most definitely tried to ignore the boner that tightened his boxers as he tried to sleep, tossing in turning. He finally settles with a growl, nearly shoving his hands into his underwear. (Though I’m personally a firm believer Leona would never wear clothes to bed, you and Ruggie probably begged him to at least wear underwear so that when you had to wake the lion prince, he didn’t whack you in the face with that horse of his. Ruggie’s actually been slapped, which is hilarious)

“Leave me be, Herbivore. I’m not doing something so dumb.”

♡ VIL SCHOENHEIT ♡

WINNER #ONE

Short and sweet, if he’s going to cum to you, it’s going to be within your presence. He’s not going to fantasize about you, he’s going to have you. So he’ll wait till he has you. Period.

“I have no desire, Spudling. Why is it you care? Do you desire to bed me?”

♡ ROOK HUNT ♡

LOSER #FOUR

We saw how he is with Neige and this man damn near nearly cums with anything he sees as beautiful. Like he’s weird. Rook Hunt is mad weird. Though I love him for it. #RookHuntforPresident. Similarly to Cater, he has photos of you, physical and digital, and honest access to you at any point, though he’d never masturbate to you in a tree outside of ramshackle, he has thought about it. He honestly is similar to Vil. He wants to be able to fully experience you and revel in the moment with you, but he ends up thinking about it far too much which leads him being hot and bothered.

So that’s why he loses and isn’t that so beautiful, that he can put competition aside for love and beauty. His breath comes out as short huffs, legs unusually shaking, his hat discarded to the side. His face flush and eyes that seemed to glow, a low moan of your name, cum sputtering from his dick head.

“Mon très cher Trickster, permettez-moi de prendre soin de vous de toutes les manières!”

♡ IDIA SHROUD ♡

INDEFINITE LOSER

Idia is a hentai-watching, cum-drinking slut for you. Like I don’t make the rules. He hypes himself up for NNN, bragging, chatting, confident with all his lil e-friends, til the actual day NNN begins. His goal was to simply ignore you, like as if you didn’t exist, like you wouldn’t just show up uninvited. How hadn't he included that in his calculations? Most definitely has a school uniform kink, like have you met this man? You could be dressed for a day at the church and he’s cumming at the thought of you sucking him off while the choir sings of the lord. He’s shameless.

His hair wildly burning pink, voice stuttering as his tongue runs across his lips, trying to stop himself from drooling and cumming as he fucked his hand, leaning back in his gaming chair. Your voice is just so nice. His eyes roll into the back of his skull, a shuddered breath as he realizes he’s close. He damn near breaking his phone to hang up as he cums, painting his computer screen. Leaving you on the other line, completely confused.

“I-I-I wasn’t avoiding you! Just—Just working…. Yes! This game counts as work! Get Out!”

♡ MALLEUS DRACONIA ♡

WINNER #TWO

Now, why would you tell this man about NNN? Cause he’s genuinely distraught. Like should he win in your honor, or should he simply indulge in his desires to bed you? Literally asking Lilia, the worst person to ask, cause Lilia is having a field day. Best day of Lilia’s life. He’s telling Malleus to simply have fun and try. It’s better that way if you wait. The problem is Malleus doesn’t want to wait. Spoiled royal rich boy. I swear. Why must he suffer in simply doing what he pleases with his soon-to-be darling? Half of Diasomnia recognizes you as Malleus’ spouse, which is a little problematic once you actually go to the dorm and half the people are referring to you as if you're royalty. Malleus is absolutely pleased that Diasomnia accepts you, even though you aren’t together yet.

Malleus is the only one on this list who will directly go to you. Without a doubt, just appearing with little fairy lights in your bedroom, a large unhidden bulge. Like who let a horse in the house. Literally scares you out of your skin. Grim, luckily, isn’t home. He’s sorry but swears it’s urgent. Thinks you jacking him off is a loophole to NNN, he’s a darling. So when you send him away, embarrassed as hell, he’s sulking in his bedroom. Refusing to masturbate unless you're there. (Deadass sitting with arms crossed, glaring at the wall with a pout, boner still very prominent. He’s a spoiled, royal rich kid.)

“Then I will simply make them mine. That way I can indulge happily.”

♡ LILIA VANROUGE ♡

LOSER #SIX

Menace. Loses, cause it’s funny. You being scared by him turns him on. Like it’s hot to see your body flinch, and your eyes widen. Loves it. He’s lived so, so long, so the oddest of things turn him on. This is probably a cycle through all of November, him scaring you, but purposely not cumming till the very last day.

Teeth digging into his lower lip, hand slowly teasing, dragging along his cock, imagining it's you. Rolling his head to the side with a hot chuckle. Your name is hot and playful on his tongue. You’re so worth the wait, so worth the pain. Though this isn’t a victimless crime, you feel what he felt one day. (Bout to become a Lilia Supremacist)

“Fufufu~ [Name], you teasing little thing~”

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