#vil x you

[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

[katskitoshi]

"JUST WANNA BRAID YOUR HAIR!" with TWISTED WONDERLAND

synopsis: you really wanna braid your dearest, pretty boy boyfriend's hair!

characters: leona, jamil, & vil x gn! reader

leona kingscholar, dorm leader of savanaclaw.

leona was obviously asleep on your lap, and from the position he was in, you had easy access to his very messy hair. its not that you wanted to necessarily style it, it's messiness was part of its charm. you just wanted to fix his braids since they were annoyingly loose.

you begin to undo one side, then start re-braiding it. the other side is much more tangled and its inevitable to not accidentally pull his hair a bit. as you're half-way through the second one, you feel a wrist tightly grab your hand, stopping you in your tracks.

"never noticed you woke up, leona." a soft scoff left leona's lips before loosening his grip on your wrist, but not enough for you to continue braiding.

"with you pulling my hair so hard, how could i not?" he yawns, "anyways, what are you doing with my hair anyways?" "re-braiding it, it was about to come undone."

leona rolls his eyes and removed his hand from your wrist, allowing you to braid his hair. as you continue, leona drifts back to sleep after a soft kiss on his forehead from you.

jamil viper, vice-dorm leader of scarabia.

you watch jamil cook in the kitchen as his hair flies around. even in its ponytail, it manages to get in his way. at some point, when he's not busy with cooking anything, you call him over to you.

you tell him to turn around and he gives you a questioning look. "why?" you roll your eyes and chuckle. "could you just do it? please?" jamil sighs and turns around as he's told. you get up from your seat and walk directly behind him.

he tries to turn his head back, but you tell him to keep looking forward. his shoulder tense, confused by your plans. jamil finally relaxes as he feels your fingers comb through his hair a few times before braiding it.

jamil realizes you're helping him, and flusters slightly. "there ya' go, millie! now it's easier for you to cook." you put your hands on your hips and smile at your work.

he lets out a small smile and chuckles. "thank you, dear." he gives you a little kiss on your cheek before making it back to the kitchen.

vil schoenheit, dorm leader of pomefiore.

"-no." "pleasee?" "no." "pleaseee?" "[name], no." "come on vil! pleaseeee~?" vil sighs and rubs his temple. he looks down at you and your pleading face before sighing again.

"fine." you thank him and push him down on his chair then straddle his lap. after days of convincing, vil has finally let you braid his hair! you start by undoing his already done braids and tilting his head up so you can have a better angle while you do it.

vil stares at you in all your ethereal beauty as you begin to re-braid his hair. the soft, determined smile on your face makes makes him blush. surprisingly, you're not as bad as he thought.

your hands delicately weave through his hair, braiding it and putting it in his neatly tied usual hairstyle. you get off his lap and turn the chair he's sitting on to his mirror.

he turns his head around, admiring your work. he gives off a light chuckle. vil gets out his chair and pecks your lips. "you're actually pretty good at this. gut gemacht, liebling."

"gut gemacht, liebling" translates to "well done, darling."

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters [pt.3]

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it's inhabitants?)

(how would some of our NRC students react to this?...)

(includes each house leader +ace and deuce! as requested!<3)

(also includes lots of angst!/mention of blood but not a lot/ angst angst angst angst angst--/not proofread/may be ooc and inconsistent in some places(in both the second part and this part) my apologies!! T-T/mention of book7 overblot/did I mention angst?)

it's been over two weeks now, two weeks in RSA.

so far you've met the headmaster of the school, Ambrose LXIII, with the guidance of Rielle. the headmaster understood your circumstances and talked to you about how he'll try his best to find a way back home for you, and to ease up any of your doubts and concerns he even said he'll promptly ask a student to hand you a report from him of any progress he's made to ensure a safe passage back home for you!

even without having to be an official student or enroll they let you stay in the same dorm as Rielle with your own dorm room as a temporary stay here... and your dorm room was actually nice and well set up! like a hotel room... you were relieved you didn't have to worry about the ceiling cracking and falling on your face for the rest of your nights here.

and to your amazement the headmaster kept his word, unlike Crowley. any report of progress was mostly driven by research but he did mention a lot of Twisted Wonderland's history to connect to any potential gateways back to your world... and this felt way better than whatever Crowley was doing so it was like a breath of fresh air.

finally for the first time ever you've been able to feel like you’re several steps closer to seeing your friends and family back home!... every time you'd think about it you'd get goosebumps of excitement.

during these past few days you've met an enormous amount of friends! most of them being Rielle's while others were outside of the inner social circle but still all of them were friendly or just got along in some way or form, it seemed almost magical. aside from Rielle one of your other closest friends was this boy of green eyes and long, and I mean long blonde hair that usually either dragged behind him or was in a huge braid, he was actually the one who healed your broken arm and wounds with his magical healing powers from his hair! and now you're able to be more active again!

Raps is his name, and he was usually always called upon and under strict supervision by his father whom was a professor there... but you weren't sure if they are related by blood or not since the professor had dark black curls and grey eyes rather than the yellow haired boy's more bright features, but you never really bothered to ask or wonder much. in the end you two got along well and actually had a bit in common! mostly due to the fact that you both can relate to the feeling of being trapped, restrained.

in the end you absolutely loved your temporary stay here so far, you hoped no overblots would ruin your experience... so you never really let your guard down but nonetheless it was relaxing.

we wouldn't be able to say the same for Night Raven College and everyone you left behind though!

Meanwhile in Night Raven College....

it was after classes ended on this cold and grey day when five particular freshmen and a student robot of NRC have been grouping up after school for the past week for one particular reason only...

"where could they be?? we've searched everywhere! the halls, the classrooms, the garden, forest, the shore... it's like they disappeared from thin air!" exclaimed the ace, Ace Trappola to be exact.

"we've looked everywhere Ace, what also irks me is that even Vil has been harsher on the entire dorm since they disappeared." the apple of the group, Epel Felmier, sighed in frustration on the brink of snapping.

"...but could they have been taken, kidnapped?... I'm sure Grim would've heard of any struggle but we haven't even heard from the cat." spoke the wolf of the group, Jack Howl.

"no.. Grim has been avoiding us like the plague and even managed to sneak away from us several times. not sure where he could be hiding now aside from the old ramshackle dorm but-- even yet he always manages to slip through our hands!..." the spade spoke worryingly, Deuce Spade was deeply concerned for your safety and confused over Grim's actions.

"that human!! they've been driving the young master mad! all he's been talking about is where they could be and if they are alright!!... and every time I come back to him it's like the sky and his excellence himself just keeps getting worse and worse!.." the loudest knight of Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt, exclaimed loudly with worry for both the prefect and his young master... but more worried about the young master's train of thought with how worse the clouds have been getting with the most terrible rain and thunder when each day goes by.

"my big brother hasn't been sleeping at all.. way worse than when he has his game marathons. he's constantly looking for any digital footprint they could've left or even trying to hack into their location but it always overrides somehow... it always says that the device is dead or nonexistent." the younger of the shroud brothers, Ortho Shroud, is seen stressing over you and his big brother, Idia Shroud. "with the amount of information my big brother has been trying to look through it could possibly even make me short circuit."

the entire group was at a frustrating dead end for any clue of your disappearance aside from all your everyday items being left behind and your last known scent to be in the ramshackle dorm and at the very edge of the sea. other than that no one has much of a clue.

well they have been hearing from students that a ship appeared as quickly as it disappeared in the night/very early morning before anyone was up, and that one rumor caused other different kinds of rumors to spread like wildfire. some say you were abducted by pirates, stolen by mischievous pixies, suddenly teleported back into your world without warning, or even... that you have finally left on your own. everyone acknowledged the rumors but they didn't want to think about the reality, the cold hard truth, that you really could've left.

if only they knew how terrible their house leaders took it too.

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(requested characters)

Ace: the ace, one of the first people you've met. he's always been a funny and childish friend, sometimes he made you laugh and cry of joy from his terrible yet funny jokes and antics while other times said antics would get you in trouble. he didn't want to accept that he could be part of the reason why you're gone, which is why he tried to convince himself and everyone else around that you were taken instead of leaving voluntarily... he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt and heartbreak to accept that you truly left. he loved you, he truly cared for you and your well-being-- he knew he had a hard time to express these feelings but you were his best friend! of course he cared for your health! but... he couldn't handle the fact that maybe just maybe... he wasn't there for you enough to stay with them a little longer.

he could still remember the first day that you were gone, you weren't in any of your classes-- the teachers didn't even call your name when taking attendance anymore. it was utterly bizarre. Grim was still in his classes yet he sat far away from any students that knew you and disappeared after every class ended.. it was as if he was hiding something. and he was, but Ace and Deuce had no idea what it could be aside that they knew it was about you.

in the end, Ace is left heartbroken knowing that he didn't make sure to do enough to help you even when you asked for it from them. he knew that all he and deuce gave you was pure and utter trouble.

and he couldn't accept the fact, so now here he is having his friends look for you when he knew that you were long gone without even saying goodbye.

Deuce: the spade, one of the first people you've met alongside the ace, a passionate yet slow boy with a heart of gold. as much as he cared for you too the way Ace did he knew that even he wasn't helping either. he knew they should've done more or at least what you asked of them. but now you're gone, and just like Ace it seems as if he too is in denial about their part in your disappearance. he truly wants to believe that you didn't leave on your own even if all evidence was starting to slowly point to that possibility.

unlike Ace though, he seemed to be accepting it faster than him. he still followed along with the story that you were taken but he knew that after all the trouble, all the overblots, all your injuries-- he knew you just couldn't handle it anymore. after all it was clearly written on your face the day when you awoke from losing consciousness in the last overblot that you were ready to move on and make proper progress to get home.

he just...truly wishes that at least wherever you are that you are at least taking care of yourself with more helpful and reliable friends by your side, something he knew that he and Ace weren't able to do.

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(your dorm leaders)

Riddle

inside of the dorm with pampered red roses adorning every corner was the queen of hearts of the Heartslabyul dorm completely and utterly tearing his dorm room into shreds in pure red rage. 

Riddle Rosehearts was fuming, heartbroken, and betrayed on so many levels that he hasn't felt in a good while. hearing from Cater and Trey about your disappearance and then hearing from other of his dorm students about the ship that sailed here as quickly as it left in the late hours of the night/very early hours of the morning.

he immediately assumed that you were kidnapped and in danger! he even marched to the headmaster's office to report your disappearance with other dorm leaders!... well actually-- surprisingly they all came at the same time without planning. but in the end when approaching Crowley with this question of 'where is the prefect?', the headmaster was calm, horrifyingly calm, and said a phrase that shook him on many levels with his fellow dorm leaders beside him.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left."

"but they will be coming back to say goodbye before they go back home-- if they find a way back home... right?" spoke the leader of Ignihyde, for the first time out of his room.

"unlikely!" exclaimed the headmaster with a smile.

that one first phrase that headmaster Crowley told them was all that he needed to hear, in the moment of processing what he's heard everything was basically fading away as he also slowly but quickly ran back to his dorm room, in tears.

he was so angry, so furious, so emotional, so... he felt as if his own heart had been grabbed and thrown out of his chest. 'why couldn't you at least say goodbye??' he'd think.

he has never thrown so many books, ripped up so many letters he's written for you from himself that he never dared to send or give, and cut up then stepped on so many bouquets of roses in his room with your name on the tags.

wait...

oh, those roses. 

he stopped dead in his tracks with tears streaming down his face as he pathetically dropped down to his knees at the sight of all the five sad 'bouquets' of fresh red roses he planned to give you, now all had their petals and stems broken, torn, shredded, and crushed.

he then realized he didn't have his gloves on anymore... his palms had small yet prominent holes that were dripping red, red as the roses he destroyed. seems like the roses had thorns. 

ahh..he remembers now... 

those roses were meant just for you. 

Leona:

"what do you mean you still haven't found the herbivore yet?..." spoke the ruthless Kingscholar lion of Savannaclaw in a low yet snarly tone "I doubt they could've swam themselves out of here with waters like the ones this place has anyway. you all are likely not even looking right." he huffed as he closed his eyes with his body on the ground of the botanical garden facing away from the hyena gasping for air due to all the running that he had to do to bring the news to Leona.

Ruggie took a few deep breathes and quick pants before speaking "...we've already got twelve other students including the Ignihyde dorm leader's younger brother and the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore, a robot and a hunter, looking around and no one's found them! Howl already tried to sniff them out and all we came up with was nothing much but just a faint smell of them from the shore." he huffed and panted in exhaustion.

Leona just scoffed "as I mentioned before, you're all still probably not looking in the right places."

Ruggie tried to intercept but knew that even if he did it'd be fruitless and gain nothing from trying to correct Leona, yet he was frustrated too and wanted to know where you could be as well.

but unlike the freshmen at least Ruggie has been starting to accept the possibility that you really have left, forever. Ruggie was about to turn and leave to continue the search and try to sniff out any information from other students until---

"Bucchi." Leona broke the short silence with a throaty command for his attention which he certainly achieved with both of Ruggie's ears poking up to hear his next set of words.

"keep participating in the search for the prefect. If all continues to come up dry, then I'll just have to take this into my own hands."

and this time without trying to speak a single word back he nodded with a quick and stern 'mhm' before scurrying off to help the rest of the students. once the hyena was gone Leona then had his eyes look up through one of the many windows in the garden that are presenting the sky's ever growing storm. oh how much he was longing for you.

he could still remember as if it was yesterday, when Crowley told all of the house leaders the news after they all abruptly showed up at the same time.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home!"

that phrase.. he remembered how taken aback he was.

Leona slammed his fists on the headmaster's table "parted. ways?? as in they left NRC?!" a low growl came from inside his throat as Headmaster Crowley contained his eerily calm smile on his face.

"Sir Kingscholar I must insist you to control your temper." he spoke in his usual annoying and irritating voice "It's what they decided and were set on, end of story."

Leona couldn't remember much else after that blow out since all he did right after that was back away and stayed stuck in his thoughts until finally he just left the room suddenly. He didn't listen to any conversations that happened after that since all he could think was 'why not at least say goodbye?'

he finished recounting the moment before he mumbled to himself "I still have too much to say to you.",

but really he hoped that somehow somewhere you could still hear him. even if you probably left them for good.

Azul:

The sea witch of the Octavinelle dorm was pacing back and forth in every corner across his office in the Mostro Lounge. He's tried his best to squeeze out any information out of any of his dorm students or employees about the prefect with the help of his left and right hand eels ,Jade and Floyd Leech, with Floyd being the most productive yet not catching much information aside from the students he's squeezed the air out of exclaiming about some ship that has left in the midst of the night way pass midnight but too early to be morning. It intrigued all three yet it made our octopus pop a few nerves with how panicky he's been.

when he first heard this rumor it made him run to the headmaster's office with the immense fear that you could've been taken. he could remember his glasses slipping off at every bounce he made with each step of his run. he could remember the moment he opened the door to the headmaster's office along with the sudden appearance of all of his fellow house leaders in the same room..(excluding Malleus as usual) he could still feel the sweat dripping down his face, the crazy and misplaced strands of hair from his usual look, his glasses lopsided, and the scarf of his uniform threatening to fall off his shoulder-- of course he attempted to fix every one of these details on the spot to look somewhat presentable.

yet the answer he got from the headmaster was nothing short of soul-crushing for him. he asked a continuous amounts of questions as to why and how but all were dodged by the headmaster and answered with a short,

"it's just what they decided."

now he's just back into his office now diving head first into his work and school. much to his dismay it only kept him distracted for a temporary amount of time and in the dark of night under his covers all he could think about is you, just you.

he truly wished he could've been a part of your world.

Kalim:

the generous sultan of the Scarabia dorm was sulking in his room with his friend Jamil sitting by his side. Kalim was heartbroken over your disappearance and he remembers how worried sick he was at first. he like many assumed you were kidnapped and he was even waiting for some kind of ransom note to appear and he would've paid full price and more... but when he and other dorm leaders came to talk their concerns all they got was the news that you left voluntarily.

he was one of very few that felt that in their hearts you'd come back. one way or another Kalim felt in his broken heart that you'd appear as suddenly as you disappeared and unlike other dorm leaders he wouldn't put it against you to the slightest. he wouldn't hold grudges or be mad at you if you ever came back, in fact he understood why you'd leave and he was all up for making everything ten times better than before just so you'd never leave him again.

"you have to be realistic here, Kalim. for all we know maybe they found a way home faster than they did here, or they found a place where they don't have to worry about the next overblot or what their next meal will be." Jamil tried to be straightforward and blunt with Kalim, he didn't want him to have hope that you'd come back and then actually never coming back. "we don't know and may never know unless some kind of obvious sign shows that they will actually come back... but just don't keep your hopes up. for your sake." Jamil stood up from the edge of the bed to walk towards the exit of the room "I'll be back, I have to make dinner so you won't go to sleep starving."

With Jamil leaving Kalim then jumped out of his bed to open his window, the sky still not clear of the grey clouds and still not dark enough for the second star of the right to show up but still hoped that his message would still be received by the wishing star.

the platinum blonde boy held his hands together under his lips "please please please please.. please.." Kalim mumbled, wishing with all his heart.

"please, may _____ be safe, sound, and happy... wherever they are.."

Vil:

in the dorm of the fairest queen was the dorm leader watching from up above behind the tallest window of his room. clenching both of the red velvet curtains in his hands as he watched a group of freshman and a robot, including one of his own, group up and talk hectically and stressfully to each other. Vil Schoenheit knew very well why this particular group of students were talking in such an exaggerating manner, after all... with what Rook has told him and what he's heard from various students around the school it was most definitely about you.

as collected and uncaring as he tried to seem right now he could definitely feel worry and a kind of anger bubble up inside him. 

'could you really have left?' he thinks.

remembering what the headmaster said and all the bits of evidence he and Rook have picked up it seemed that it was certainly the case.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left." spoke the headmaster.

you really did leave without saying goodbye.

he couldn't completely blame you, as silent and busy as he was he obviously knew that his and the rest of the overblots and people that surrounded you were bringing you down. it's why he invited you at times for make-overs, spa days, and everything in between to at least brighten up your spirits whenever he could.

"I suppose all of that wasn't enough for you." Vil mumbled to himself as he aggressively thrashed both curtains he held in each hand inward to close off the view of the storm clouds from the sky, to stop those clouds from taunting him any longer.

that and because he couldn't let anyone from out his window see the mascara dripping down his face.

"Roi de Poison?..." his hunter spoke in a calm and hesitant voice, noting that this isn't exactly the time to try to make conversation.

and he was right "Rook!--" Vil seemed to have jumped, immediately yet carefully wiping his mascara-filled tears with a handkerchief on him. "what is so important that you had to come in without knocking??" he exclaimed as he has yet to face his hunter.

"Roi de Posion... there is something your eyes must see to believe." he seemed to take out his phone with an image on his screen.

"Well get on with it then!" Vil exclaimed before he finally turned to face Rook in dramatic motion, eyes still a bit bloodshot even from the few tears he had.

Rook carefully approached Vil, phone in hand, once he took one last look on the screen to make sure it showed what he wanted to show the hunter then finally faced the screen towards his dorm leader with hesitance.

it was a Magicam account, someone's most recent post...from yesterday..

it was Neige.

but.. wait... that person by his side.. it couldn't be--

why were you in Neige's Magicam post?

Idia:

dorm leader of the underworld Ignihyde, has not been sleeping as much as he should be. of course he's never slept well in the first place but it's just been getting worse since the ramshackle prefect has left.

currently Idia Shroud was looking for any digital footprints he could find, trying to track your location, trying to figure out where you could be. in the end it was all for naught since for the past week or two he's found nothing and basically has given up at this point.

he leaned back against his gaming chair and with a sigh of disappointment, he didn't want to accept what Crowley told all of the house leaders in his office. he knew that there's some kind of trace of you out there somewhere, he felt like it was up to him to find the person who bothered to give him the time of day and attention that he'd never thought he'd get.

the light from his screens were causing his eyes to become dry and almost bloodshot, each blink hurting his mind and his focus. that was until a notification came from his phone.

that's strange.. no one ever sends him messages unless it's in game.

he grabbed his phone beside his keyboard to read the message. how odd, it was from the noob Rook Hunt. what would the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore want anything with him? nonetheless Idia was slightly intrigued yet annoyed, he pressed on the notification to lead him straight to the new chat with the hunter, it said:

"Roi de Ta Chambre, I do hope this finds you well. A little bird told me that you too have been wondering about the safety and whereabouts of our beloved missing prefect. I may have the answer to your worries here."

below the message was a link to a Magicam post under the name of Neige Leblanc. he's heard of the name but was never interested in the petty and do-gooder lives of any of the RSA students. he cautiously pressed on the link to show a photo, a photo of said Neige Leblanc posing with a familiar face... a familiar face that he now wished he didn't see.

it was you, you were with an RSA student...

"tch..." Idia grumbled as he threw his phone back on his desk before he stepped back out of his chair and walked over to his bed "why did i even bother."

he fell face first into his bed and hugged one of his long yet soft pillows tightly, tears quietly falling down on their own slowly, he didn't dare make a sound in case Ortho would come barging in. he continued to cry quietly now acknowleging that you truly did leave without a goodbye, and left with RSA students no less, and with how you treated him before you left-- he dreamed that he might've had a chance with you.

but he should've known, dreams are for rookies.

Malleus:

the dragon prince of Diasomnia was a strange case, unlike every one of his fellow dorm leaders he actually knew that you left by ship. where to though he had no clue.

he remembers that he came to visit you at late hours of the night at the ramshackle dorm like he usually does except he saw you sneak out with nothing but Grim on your back. he followed you walking down to the shore to see a large ship awaiting for a passenger and what shook him a bit more was that the headmaster was there beside the ship, expecting... you. Malleus watched in confusion as you gave your beloved fiery feline a huge and long hug and some shared words with the headmaster. he was about to teleport himself right in front of you when he saw you walk up the gangplank of the ship to hop aboard but he stopped himself when he remembered about your cast.

ahh yes, how could he forget. he gave you the broken arm, the cuts and wounds, he gave them all to you when he overblotted. he knew that you said you had a chance of going back home but he didn't think it'd have you to go by ship.. and without saying goodbye.

in the end he just watched you and the ship disappear, watched Grim slowly walk back to ramshackle, and watched the headmaster disappear on the spot.

for the next few days that passed he's been mourning the loss of your presence, he's almost casted spells to take himself to you-- to retrieve you and hide you in a tower with nothing but him to protect you... to right all the wrongs he's made. he'd bring you fresh flowers every day and make sure to keep you healthy and happy, he'd do anything to have you back.

but he should've held back, every other person who's overblot you had to deal with should've held back. the headmaster should've done his job. then maybe just maybe you would've been able to be in his arms that night when you left.

in the end he was the only one who didn't ever visit the headmaster for any information about you. he had no reason after all he saw you leave.

after he gets a grip on himself though, he will confront Headmaster Crowley for any information as to 'why' he let you leave.

right now all he could ask is why... why why??.. the more he felt stuck in his thoughts the more the storm outside worsened. at this point everyone could see how he's feeling, his entourage of three tried their best to comfort him but it was no use. the prince of thorns was stuck sulking, and he didn't know how else to stop unless you were back into his arms.

he's also been taking way too many naps now, strange to his three knights yet he knew he did this because every time in every one of his dreams he had you in his arms and walked beside you. he had you all to himself in his dreams.

he saw that this was a better solution than being awake.

(THIS IS SUPER LONG and I might've messed up here and there T-T hope it broke a few hearts tho! I tried my very best in each one of their reactions!<3)

[diejager]

hmm I think you are the one to write this idea, if possible I would like a one shot about smut vil schoenheit with a fem s/o who has mommy issues, like she feels comforting with the care, the concern of vil because this feels like a "mother" (lit vil is the mother of pomefiore ) well~ but mc is in denial because she is ashamed to admit that, although vil already noticed xd, In resumen a mc with mommy issue in denial and vil who realized that can have fun with it, that would be all thank yuu \^^/

Mommy

Pairing : Vil Schoenheit x fem!reader

Cw: smut, nsfw, mommy kink, dom/sub, unsafe sex, creampie, fluff, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 941

“Oh, let it out, Schatz,” he cooed, his tone soft and tender like a mother speaking to her crying child. “Do it for mutter, hmm?”

Your face burned when he called himself mommy, he knew what it did to you and what it would make you do. His charming, yet feminine appearance and tender voice made him irresistible, a drug to your soul when he pressed his body against yours, hands holding yours as he rocked his hips. He would groan into your ears, whisper sweet words and even sweeter compliments to you, pushing your buttons to make you crumble - melt - under him and his hungry gaze. 

Each thrust was delicately made, graceful and intentional to leave you mewling, asking for more but saying it’s too much. You couldn’t make up your mind when Vil pushed you into this haze, mind numb on lust and body reactive to his touch. He was beautiful and calm, even with his golden hair sticking to his forehead and his makeup botched by your clumsy kisses. 

“You can do it, can’t you?” Vil smiled, his nose brushing your teary cheek, nodded lilacs staring into your soul. He kissed you, slow and loving, moving your lips to match the curve of his rosy Cupid’s bow. He devoured you gently, picking you up from the edge before driving you over it with pleasure and hunger. “Say it, calm me, Schatz.”

You gasped when your lips parted, swollen and red. You squealed when he hit your g-spot, pumping his cock slowly into you, dragging his head over your back wall until it slammed into your cervix. They were slow and methodical, near edging, but he always let you come twice or thrice before finding his end. 

“Mo-“ your words died before you could speak them, the sheer embarrassment of calling his mommy made you want to die, to bury yourself in the deepest hole you could dig alone. You were too ashamed of it, your issues dragging into this world as well.

“You can do it,” Vil encouraged you, fingers skimming the softness of your hips, his beautifully painted nails careful not to bruise your flushed skin, red and damp with pleasure. 

“Please, mommy-” you keened, arching into his slim figure. 

You reached for him, arms wrapped around his neck and asking with a dazed pout for a kiss. He chuckled, smiling at your unbridled hunger, the deep ache for him inside and around you, this addiction you had of him as he had of you. His lips met yours, swallowing your mewls and cries, tongue laving your bottom lip for entrance.

His thrusts were as sensual as his tongue, skilled and sharp. His tongue stole your breath away, curling around yours and moving it to his whim. You panted, searching for his hands, wanting to hold them in yours.

He happily held you, peppering your face and neck with loving pecks. He simply oozed of love and care, like a mother doting on her baby. Like the mother you never had; that was rarely caring or loving. And Vil knew that.

He teased and played, whispering obscenities into your ears when you were in public, a sly smirk curling on his lips. He was dotting and very much so Pomefiore's "mother hen", as much as he was the Prefect. He made sure you looked pretty and proper, your makeup meticulous and your hair perfect. He assured himself that your uniform and clothes were well ironed, your posture straight and your studies high.

Within the walls of his room, he liked to ruin you, his whispers becoming your reality. Bent over his dresser, staring at both your reflection while he ravaged you, hips snapping, his hands wandering your naked skin and your neck caked with his marks. Even then, he'd whisper confessions, poems of his affection. His song spilled from his tongue as he brought you to your end, cooing at you and praising you.

"Come for me, " he rasped, pushing into you, shuddering when your walls tightened around him.

You clutched his hands, fingers digging into his flesh, and your ankles locked behind him. He pressed into you, thrusting sloppily as he smothered you in kisses, locking lips until you had to breathe, letting out rattled and warm puffs.

He mumbled encouragements, telling you to come, to unravel around him as he held you through your peak. He would care for you, ride it out until you stopped twitching, string you long and high. He kissed you, swallowing your wanton cries for more.

Everything felt amazing: his body, his words and his love, his care and attention made everything so much better. It filled your senses with raw pleasure, pushing you closer to your end. You clung to him, hips bucking to match his pace, mesmerized by the sounds you both made, his balls slapping your wet ass, the squelching when fucked you slow and deep and the noise that left your swollen lips.

"Good girl," he hushed, moaning praises into your ears, dragging out your orgasms with a few thrusts, chasing his own. Heat pooled from your navel, his hot cum gushing from his raging slit, spraying ropes to cover your walls. He bucked unto you, shaft still twitching to a small drizzle.

You bloated, shivers wracking your body as his cum leaked from the sides of his softening cock. You were tired, limbs exhausted and mind dazed, but you still clung onto him, descending from your high.

"Thank you, mommy..."

Taglist : @stygianoir

[schoenht]

First off, CONGRATS ON 1K!!! I just finished the Jamil smau finally (i didn’t realize it was finished so I had some catching UP to do) and the ending had me 🥺💖

N E WAYS, could I request “muffin man” with Vil and Lilia? :0

↝ muffin man

characters: vil schoenheit, lilia vanrouge

note: OKAY THIS WAS FUN i cannot remember if i did lilia twice but oh well, here we are <3 i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing !!!

EVENT IS CLOSED!

[crozaqe]

his dedicated assistant.

[spadecentral]

💋 Kiss My Lips | Vil Schoenheit x Reader

>> requested: yes, by @cupids-chamber >> a/n: none

>> masterlist: 400 fllr. special , here!! >> summary: vil asks you to kiss him >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none(?)

You sat on Vil's bed and watched as he covered his pretty face with makeup.

"You know you don't have to do that, right?" you questioned him. "You look pretty without the makeup."

"Imperfections must always be covered up," Vil muttered. "Now shush, otherwise you'll mess up my eyeliner."

Sighing, you fell back on his bed. "I don't know why you spend so long on your appearance. You look absolutely stunning with or without it. And sometimes I think the makeup makes you look a little doll-like."

"What?!" Vil turned around in his seat and stared at you, an appalled look on his face.

"I'm just being honest, babe." you sat up, holding your arms up in defense. "I like your face without the makeup better, just sayin'."

Vil sighed as he turned back around, "It's 'saying', dear. Don't forget the g."

"Sorry, prince." you smiled at the little nickname you gave him.

"What did you say?" the blond turned back around to look at you, halfway done with applying his lipstick.

"...Sorry?" you questioned.

"No, no, after that."

"...Prince?"

"That," Vil's lips quirked up only the smallest bit. "Say it again."

"Of course, my prince." you smiled happily.

"Come here."

Nodding, you walked over to him. "Whatever could you need? A mirror? Perhaps a drink? Maybe a—"

"Shut up and kiss me already." Vil said quickly, stopping you in the middle of your sentence.

Stupefied, it took you a second to respond. You quickly shut your agape mouth before smirking. "Of course, my prince."

>> twst taglist: @tulipluvlettr | @ghost-hyacinth | @oseathepebble | @ventisaircurrent | @epelys | @pastelmages | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @ze-maki-nin | @booming-spam | @flqyd-is-lost | @oepionie | @ravenlking | @queerlordsimon | @kyraxiyn | @rayisalive

[anmiruzu]

Hioi! I hope you’re doing well. May I request romantic Vil Schoenheit headcanons with a reader who’s also an actor just like him just reader prefers to play villains unlike Vil.

🥀anon

vil schonenheit w/ an actor! reader who unlike him prefers to play the villain

a/n hihi! i’m doing well! ty for asking and for requesting again, my dear anon. i hope you enjoy \( ᐖ)/  (i'm also still taking requests for my halloween event in case anyone's interested; only 11/30 slots taken)

-vil and you met while filming a movie. for once vil was not chosen to play the role of a villain but the role of a hero; something he had always wanted and preferred over playing the antagonist. while you, you were chosen to play the role of the villain and opposite of him you adored playing the villain. but because of your innocent and sweet looks you were normally chosen to be the hero, the protagonist of the story. 

-you reminded him of neige, your sweet looks, innocent smile, and that bright personality irritated him. but… seeing your enthusiasm for your role, he felt… conflicted? he didn’t understand how you would enjoy playing the villain, the one who always loses in the end with no glory or fame unlike the hero. but your enthusiasm, passion, and determination he saw throughout the filming made him feel something for you. he immediately knew what it was, but he didn’t want to believe it. you were basically neige after all just… different in a way.

-while you two were filming you often reached out to him, he is the vil schonenhit after all, often chatting about your roles and the story the movie is based on. you were really passionate about your role, having already read the book making you all the more enthusiastic about being the antagonist of the story, your favorite character. the two of you would go sit in the garden or in a small cafe chatting about the film while trying your best to avoid both of you guys fans.

-these small rendezvouses of yours slowly became more regular with more conversation not just about the film but about more day to day life. along with some deep conversations about characters and acting. which is where vil finds out why you prefer to play the villain and not the hero, whether that’s because you have fun with playing the villain or just simply love being the antagonist. he knows now, either laughing at the simplicity or thinking seriously at the complicated reason.

-then on one of the days the two of you decide to meet up at a garden, he would ask you out, very straightforwardly while offering you a rose; simply saying “will you go out with me?” you of course accepted and the two of you started dating. nothing really changed at first, you two were mostly normal, the only difference was that you two became more affectionate of course only behind closed doors, you can’t risk any of your fans finding out after all.  

{twisted wonderland masterlist}

[it-happened-one-fic]

Ink and Magic - The Beautiful Oppressor

Author Notes: Part 5 of this sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath! A lot of what I said for part 1 counts for this section too. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 5: Beautiful Oppressor!

[Heartslabyul] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore: You're Here!] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: to be released!]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Pomefiore overblot.

Word count: 2045

The glossy ink slowly slid across the ground, reflecting the toxic green fog that Vil had created and making for a truly gruesome pairing that promised pain should one linger here too long.

But then, in the middle of all that hideousness, stood Vil. Crowned with a halo of gold feathers, from which hung a black veil, and dressed in dark robes that faded from a brilliant purple that spoke of royalty to a dark black, dotted with golden stars. 

The cloth draped around him in a way that, despite its tattered seams, spoke of the very elegance that Vil always carried and held himself with.

 Over the young man loomed the blot monster that reminded me of an old hag. The monster let out a raspy, howling scream as Deuce’s signature spell slammed into it, obliterating it almost immediately in a shower of black ink that rained over the stage in dark cloud.

Deuce stumbled, letting out a grin as he saw the poisonous fog begin to dissipate before he froze, staring at the end of Vil’s overblot.

The young man, who up until now had stood tall, snuck to his knees. Rich cloth puddling around him as he trembled, staring at his gloved hands that were tipped with golden claws that slowly began to fade from existence,  “I will be…”

He looked up as the violet flame that had been over his left eye vanished and his amethyst gaze found my wide-eyed, heartbroken stare, “The fairest….” 

His eyelids began to flutter, threatening close as he wavered, swaying and catching himself with wobbly arms that would not and could not support the weight of his weary form for long.

I scrambled to my feet, skidding slightly as I took off from a crouch, and desperately rushed towards Vil as he breathed out his final words, his eyes flickering shut in a way that somehow only made me more desperate to reach him as I raced past Deuce and barely caught Vil’s final whisper, “Of them all…”

Rook shouted my name, his voice raw with fearful concern, and I could hear Epel shouting angrily at Jamil to let him go so that he could stop me as my knees hit the ground hard.

I almost hissed at the stinging sensation of the cracked wood splintering against my knees and legs, but I still wrapped my arms around Vil’s slumped form. Catching him before he fell completely against what remained of the once grand stage.

Gone were the decadent clothes that had revealed his status as overblotted. He had returned to the Pomefiore housewarden, who’d been staying at Ramshackle dorm with the rest of the NRC Tribe for the past few weeks and who’d been striving this entire time to be his very best until he broke at the last second. 

Exhaustion swept over me in a wave as I grasped his limp form, and I swayed as I strained to stay awake before I exhaled, surrendering to the overwhelming fatigue that washed over me as I fell sideways against the stage. Still holding Vil tightly in my arms as the world went dark.

But the world did not remain dark long before I was greeted with an image. The first of many as I now knew. 

This first scene that greeted me was that of an unfamiliar living room through which a young Vil ran, hurrying over to an adult man and holding up a paper excitedly as he spoke.

 “Dad, listen to this! I passed the audition! I’m going to be in a musical school drama!”

The child’s eyes were bright, glistening in a way that reminded me of jewels as he was congratulated. But then his face fell once his father asked what role he’d gotten.

The star’s rival. Another mean villain, as he put it.

Almost immediately, I recalled the phone call Vil had gotten that day at Ramshackle dorm and how frustrated he’d seemed at being offered the role of a villain.

It seemed that his plight of being typecast was nothing new. Though I couldn’t understand why he was always typecast as a villain.

The child before me was the perfect picture of a young prince, so full of life and possibility, just like how Vil as I knew him looked like a flawless male lead, ready to sweep a princess off her feet the very instant she needed him.

I watched in silence as Vil’s father comforted his son, a smile on the man’s face as he rubbed his son’s head.

“Sometimes productions are more selective about their villain casting than their hero casting. You should be proud.”

A smile appeared on the child-version of Vil’s face as he nodded just as the image faded out. 

“But...villains never stay on stage for the whole play. Once their role is finished, all they do is watch from the shadows as the happy ending plays out. What I want is to stay on the stage longer than anyone else.”

I tensed as Vil’s familiar voice came from somewhere beside me even though, just as with the others, I could not see him in the darkness that surrounded us.

I could listen to him, though.

So that was what I did. I listened to Vil’s narration and watched the memories that slowly told me the story of Vil’s life. His rise to fame and how he was always entrapped by the role of the villain. 

What initially seemed like something unfortunate began to worsen as others began to judge him for his roles.

“Hey, look! That’s the guy who was bullying the hero on the TV show last night!”

“How can anyone be so mean? He must be pretty messed up.”

I frowned as the scene played out right in front of me but left me unable to step in and help the child I knew would become a powerful young mage.

I felt myself smile, almost smugly, when a young Jack stepped in to ward off the bullies. Even if Vil told him it wasn’t necessary, I knew it was the beginning of a friendship between these two.

But I couldn’t help but wonder how often such things had been said about Vil? 

It wasn’t hard to figure out how many children perceived him solely based on his acting roles.

He always played the villain, so he must be horrible, right? It was obvious that was what they thought. Especially since I’d heard more mature versions of the exact same thought at NRC, though I had never realized exactly how harmful they could be. Not until now. But as I watched Vil’s life continue to play out in front of me like a tragedy from the theater, it got steadily worse.

Any praise that Vil received was always met with someone else who had something else to say and took that praise and muddied it. 

And it only became worse as Neige came onto the scene, giving the people someone to compare Vil to.

“Neige is just incredible. That friendly charm and wholesome vibe comes naturally to him.”

“Vil is pretty impressive as the villain, himself. He carries himself with real dignity. You’d never guess he was only twelve years old. He’s gonna be the hero one of these days.”

“The thing about Vil is, he’s TOO perfect. His beauty is otherworldly. Vil is too special to play the part of a regular teen that viewers can relate to. Without that relatability, I don’t think he’ll ever pull off playing a hero.”

Too perfect. Too special. Unrelatable. I couldn’t help but frown at the way the people described him. 

It was bad enough that they had literally just said he could never have the lead role, no matter how talented he was. But special… I’d never realized what a condemning word it could be until I’d come to this school and become ‘special’ myself.

Special meant you weren’t like others, and it meant others would always look at you differently. Special meant that no matter how many people you befriended, you’d always stand slightly apart in a lonely beam of a spotlight reserved for those deemed ‘special.’

And unrelatable? That was just cruel. Saying people couldn’t relate to him was all but saying he wouldn’t ever find someone he could truly be friends with. They might as well have said that no one would ever understand him, so no one would ever side with him. And if no one sides with you… Well, of course you’re the villain. Because for better or worse, the majority usually wins, and the winner is always the hero because that is how history will portray it. 

I grimaced as the world went black around me, leaving me with just Vil’s now frustrated voice that cracked with emotion that he normally kept controlled. 

“Why? Why is it never me?! All I want is to stay on the stage until the end of the show.”

To stay on stage until the end of the show…. To be the hero that people love and relate to…

To not be singled out as special and put in a special slot. To not bear the weight of being ‘special’ amongst others your age.

I opened my eyes to find that I’d curled almost protectively around Vil, cradling him to me just as I had the others when no one interfered.

“Y/n?” Epel’s voice wavered just from behind me, and I slowly relaxed my hold on Vil without fully releasing him as I attempted to roll over, only to be held in place by the actor who clung to me. But even then, I could see the others.

Our friends were all around us, kneeling with expressions of shared concern. Proof that even despite what others had said, Vil had worked hard and found friends who didn’t deem him as just ‘special.’

Ace sighed, shaking his head slightly, “We already explained it all to Rook and Epel, but…. You did it again, didn't you?”

I nodded, still feeling worn out, as I swallowed thickly and pasted a tired smile onto my face that had Ace shaking his head at me. His expression one of fond exasperation.

“How are you feeling? Is the poison still affecting you?” Jamil’s voice came from just above my head. 

I tilted my head in an attempt to look at him, eliciting a chuckle from the young man whose hand reached out and pressed against my head, gently stopping me as he spoke, “Don’t bother; just wait until Vil wakes up. You know you won’t be able to move until then.”

About that time, I saw Rook from my peripheral lean down, the worry on his face clear as he quietly spoke to Vil’s sleeping form, “Vil… Oh, fair Vil. Please wake up.”

There was a quiet groan, and Vil’s grasp on me tightened ever so slightly as he pressed himself closer to me before he at last relaxed and opened his eyes, looking at me with a gaze that was still hazy from everything that had just happened.

He blinked a few times, his eyes slowly clearing, before looking around in confusion as he slowly released me with a frown on his face, “How am I…?”

He didn’t get to finish the question as both Rook and Kalim launched themselves at him, landing on either side of us so that they could tightly embrace the young man.

I smiled at their exuberance, which at first seemed to confuse Vil before his memories slowly came trickling back in and he looked towards me.

I gazed back at him as his eyes widened with realization, “You….. Did you…?”

I hesitantly nodded, rubbing my arm slightly and letting Jamil step in with an explanation as Deuce wrapped an arm around me to help me to my feet, “Yes, they saw your memories and heard your thoughts. They’ve done that with every single person who has overblotted, including myself.”

Jamil paused, looking my way before frowning, and continuing, “We don’t know why or how they do it, but….”

He trailed off and I shrugged, “Let’s talk about it later….” I glanced around the ruined stage I’d been stretched out on this entire time and frowned, “We’ve got bigger issues anyway.”

[cvlutos]

“A Natural Purple Suits You Best”

| 02.23.2022 | 1.2K | Mature Audiences |

Vil Schoenheit X GN!Reader

| Characters 18+ | Suggestive | Vil in Lingerie | Implied Dom!Vil | Heels | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest.

Summary: Vil works a lot, you know that cause you work for him. But it seems that even the man you work for has his own little secrets. [Pre-read and Idea From: @v-anrouge & my friend, Coco]

Work. Work. Work.

You’ve come to terms that Vil Schoenheit will always, always be a busy man. One who’s has several meetings, several photo shoots, several movie scenes, always moving and always working. Most of those things don’t pertain to you, you simply manage his wardrobe. He tells you the exact outfit needed and you have to prepare it. Make sure that his large walk in closet is organized and categorized correctly, that his clothes get washed perfectly and each item ironed. It’s a taxing job, always having to make sure he’s closet is in order when it seems he buys clothes every single day.

Today, is no different.

Your knees ache from resting on them, organized his multiple pairs of shoes, in alphabetical order, shoe type, and brand. Making sure each are visible and clean. You move easily, having done this job several times before, yet as your placing his newest pairs of heels on a low rack, you accidentally knock over a thick box. All the contents spilling out and scattering across the closet marble floor. Cursing under your breathe, you move to pick clean it all up, before your eyes land on a unfolded deep red lace material. You pick it up, completely unfolding it, it was a lingerie corset, with two flimsy satin straps.

You automatically check the size, and it matches with Vil’s. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, staring from the corset to the other items. Black garter belts, sheer black stockings, and lacy panties. You knew that Vil had not problem wearing women’s clothing, but to this extent.

You nearly jump out your skin when you hear a familiar voice clearing their throat. Your neck nearly snapping to look at your boss, towering over you with a deep scowl. No words need to be exchanged, simply giving a ‘what on earth are you doing in my stuff’, he’s still clearly on the phone and makes no effort you speak, only ordering you to clean it up with a wave of his finger and leaving his closet speaking to his manager.

You wish you could say that was the last time. But it wasn’t.

From a simple accidental secret to now, a weird common occurrence. Him making no effort to his newest shopping habit. Always making sure you knew how to clean them and maintain his new collect of lingerie. It was embarrassing, the mere thought of Vil trying on the clothes in private, right before bed to do lords knows what.

He calls your name, sending your flying from your thoughts as your stare blankly at his collections of shirts. Having been trying to put on the same button up on the same hanger for the last 10 minutes. You glance at your watch, it’s late, only 9pm and you’ve spent the majority of your day organizing. You hang the shirt up and stiffen a yawn, slipping out the closet into Vil’s bedroom. You don’t look in his direction, blindly answering him as your stack your arms with more shirts that need to be hung up.

“You agree that this looks well.”

“That wha—” Youre voice trails off, staring wide at through the large floor length mirror. Dressed in a lacy deep purple once peice, that clipped at the base of his neck and revealed the entirety of his back, stopping right above his ass. With long thigh length stockings, with frilly skin tight ends that dug lightly into his flesh, kept up by black garter belts that wrapped around his waist. His hair is down, grazing lightly over his shoulders, with a stray stand resting across his face. You’re sure it was purposeful.

“Well?” He turns to face you, waiting for you to answer, and when you can’t find the words, but also can’t look away he takes it as a good sign. “That’s all. You can finish up.” A lazy dismissal as he fiddles with his outfit, making adjustments as your waddle back into the closet.

How are you supposed to work after that.

You don’t.

That’s the answer you settle with, face burning as your try and focus on the straps along his ankles, he seemed lost in thought, leaning against his cushioned chair, with his black heel dig into your thigh as your fingers grazed against his ankles, fixing and adjusting the small silver buckles. You feel like fainitng, even as his own personal fashion, closet caretaker, whatever your damn job is, it has never been this—intimate. Sometimes your do the rare back zipper, maybe do his buttons while he’s focused on something else. But.. to be kneeling before him. You keep your head down, hands dropping your side, mummering a soft ‘done’. Vil doesn’t respond. Merely clicking his tongue, using the toe of his heel to lift your chin, gently forcing your you to look up at him.

“I don’t like when you mumble. Speak clearly.” A shiver runs down your spine, suddenly hyper aware of your own breathe as Vil leans back, hands gently resting along the arms of his hair, and legs crossed, a silk robe covering his body, but loose around his shoulders, revealing his collarbone and a portion of his chest, and with his legs crossed, you could see his bare thighs amd where it meets the skin tight black lingerie. Your eyes shift back to his, and he told his head. Waiting for you to speak.

“I’m done.”

Your voice is shaky, and you feel his shoe leave behind a searing touch as he moves away, ushering you up as he stands. Leading you towards his mirror, his hands gliding over your lower back to where you stood infront of him. Hands clasped together and trying to keep your breathing under control, he stands slightly behind you, eyes moving over your form, inspecting you, before deciding he liked whatever he saw. “I’m certain you’d look amazing in red and black, maybe white,” He’s speaking to himself, his elegant fingers graze over your arms, before moving to place them on your waist, the edges of his fingers, pulling at the ends of your shirt, slipping beneath it.

“Maybe a more natural purple?” There’s a teasing edge, and your sure he doesn’t mean any piece of clothing in his extensive wardrobe. You hold back a hot gasp, eyes flutter as he creeps higher, before resting on your chest. “Is that alright.”

…. Of course it is.

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[kalims]

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "do I like you? is that even a question?"

you like me, don't you?

heartslabyul : savanaclaw : octavinelle : scarabia : pomefiore : ignihyde : diasomnia :

"why? are you displeased about such a thing?" vil voices. there's nothing really that would discern any sort of negative intent towards you in his face other than pure beauty and of course. his classic raise of the brow, even such a simple action looks magnificent on him.

if there's anything you know about vil it's that he's very dedicated, loyal. he's a lot of things; beautiful, strong, smart, any synonym of the word 'perfect' might suit him as better. but he certainly isn't a liar, and his words clearly imply no objection to your cheeky statement.

you bite back a smile of your own. "of course not. what about you?" at the expense of awkwardness you unconsciously look away. shyly if you'd admit, but you won't because well.. it is embarrassing for you to admit that you are embarrassed.

this is going a lot better than you expected.

he hums. "not at all. I'm delighted to hear that you seem to be happy about my response yourself." oh wow even the way he speaks is captivating. how did you get such a guy to reciprocate your feelings?

"so... dinner?"

he nods. "dinner. I'll have rook— no. I'll pick you up myself."

to think a queen would willingly go to someone else instead of the other way around.

—

"oh my my! was I being too obvious mon trésor?"

for a hunter it seems like rook isn't even aware of his practically silent, but also vibrating presence. perhaps it is his eccentric nature that made you stick to him, or the way he's pleasantly smooth with his words.

he usually isn't flirting but people would get the wrong idea from his honest compliments. it immensely suprised you the first time he literally popped up from nowhere and starting babbling about how positively charming your new hair cut was.

meanwhile you were fixing your hair out of habit, awed at his perspective nature. you only trimmed it a few inches, how come he noticed?

even at the most random times you'd recall the times his clear messages, even he didn't pop out from a bush to give vil flowers. orrrr... maybe he did but you don't think vil would appreciate rook ruining the wildlife so maybe that's why he doesn't do it..?

but still. it's a given fact that he makes you feel special.

you release a breathy sigh. "oh rook.. you have no idea." how does he not know how obvious he was being?

—

"is this a joke or somethin'? ya better now be messin' with me." epel immediately burts into a mix of flustered, determined shouts. there's a glimmering hope in his eyes that you wouldn't dare to diminish.

you slap him on the head and whisper frivolously. "epel! mind the way you're speaking.. vil is like—" you scan the surroundings, quickly finding your target to your horror. "—on the other side of the courtyard!"

he gives you an aggressive look. "who cares?! do you really?!" he shakes you with anticipation. everything blurs, now a headache is forming.. how did you even come to love this idiot?

a hand places itself on epel's shoulders and it's only then he flinched and freezes. "non non. epel! you must not do this to your fellows. it is improper." rook swats his hand away and pulls you a considerable distance away—far enough for epel to not completely shake the living soul out of you.

as if he wasn't scolding epel a second ago, rook's face transitions into a bright beam. "I couldn't help myself, I overheard your claims of love.. oh mon dieu!"

he.. presses the back of his palm to his forehead...

"is this like a theatrics thing?"

[angelltheninth]

I could ask for a little punishment from vile schoenheit to his disobedient and somewhat playful mc (fem if possible) who normally makes vil laugh with her nonsense but now mc crossed the line and deserves a lesson "( – ⌓ – )

I have the perfect idea for this one actually.

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power play, facial, breast cumshit, masturbation, denial, cum eating, taking orders, hair-pulling (for Reader), punishment

A/N: This is is such a smug bastard and he's always so extra about it too but I can't help but love him for it.

Denial. That was the punishment he chose for you. You had gone too far this time. Embarrassing him like that. What were you thinking, taking a picture of him early in the morning, so messy and unruly, and showing it off like it was a cute pet?

Had you asked for a morning picture he would gladly pose for one. For a thousand. But you didn't. You denied him the pleasure of being a beautiful model for you. Now he's denying you your pleasure.

Made to sit still and watch him jerk off right in front of you, his cock just a bit out of your reach, his hand holding your head firmly in place so you don't get any ideas of disobeying him.

"You could have had this." He barks at you, his cock throbbing in his grip, "Even me doing this for you is too little of a punishment. You shouldn't even get to look at me right now. I could have just sent a picture after I was done." His hand sped up, hips shaking, but his eyes remained firm, pinning you to your spot.

You were already covered in his cum, your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. Unable to move, unable to taste it. All you were allowed to do was to sit still on your knees and watch and beg.

"Here comes another one. You ready? I'll need a good spot for this cumshot. A perfect target for it." He smirked when he saw your eyes sparkle with hope. "Know what it is?"

"My... my pussy?" It quivered just from the words alone. It was covered with cum from the outside but this whole time it's been empty and neglected. No fingers, no tongue, no toy, no cock to ease the burning pain. Nothing at all. "I want your cock there. Plea-" You let out a hiss when the pain spread through your scalp from Vil's tight hold.

"Your pussy?" He chuckled, "Right now it's not worthy of my cum. But I think your mouth needs some. You've been running it all day, talking about that picture you took. Its about time I teach it a lesson. Open. Up."

You pressed your lips and thighs together at the same time, hoping to entice him, charm him. No chance of that, he was the king of charm.

"My cum is getting in there one way or another sweetheart. Don't make me do it the hard way. Now open up." His growling tone send shivers down your spine, his eyes his eyes dangerously wide. As soon as you opened your mouth you choked from the force at which he shoved his cock into your mouth. "Swallow. You better swallow you hear me."

Loud and clear.

Your soft lips rounded around his cock, accepting the harsh punishment in hopes that your poor cunt might get punished in the same way soon after. It only took a few fast pumps until he had his cock shooting hot, thick, creamy cum into your mouth, your head pinned still until he was done.

"Good girl. That's how I like you. Mm, that wasn't so hard was it?" He pulled out slowly, "Just when I think you can't get any more beautiful." You smiled up at him, your lips and chin covered in his cum, evidence of his punishment, and his love.

[rs-wonderland]

This one's for the housewardens:

How would they like to have a female s/o make them a bento box for lunch? Will they crave more of her cooking?

Headcanons please.

Tysm!!

Note { i did this but long time ago with all the characters so im excited to see how my headcanons change, so thank you anonymous and enjoy~♡}

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Riddle

Riddle never as a child had his mother made him home food so this is new for him, and he loves it.

The bento looks so pretty it self! All the hard work you put in it makes it even better. And you did it all for him!?

He is really gratefull that you think of him.

Wants more, everytime you cook anything you cook he wants to try it! Even Trey says how much he likes your cooking.

Ofc Riddle would help you if can. You need more sugar or eggs? You will have Ace and Deuce bring them to you. Neer more space? You can use his dorm kitchen!

Leona

Leona lives for home made food. He would never said it out loud vut he loves your cooking.

He was so suprised when you hand him a bento. Didn't even bother to try it. Until Ruggie tried to steal it. Then Mr. Leona got his ass up and tried it

Send Ruggie next day to bring the box back for you to fill it up again.

If you ever need something he will send money and Ruggie to you, so you can go to Sam shop and buy what ever you need. And in return he want another bento.

Azul

The first thing he thought was how many calories it had. Interestingly, a small bento in the VIP room, and it's very tasty. What is that? message with your name? Azul stopped working.

He likes your cooking, don't get him wrong. He will suport yoi u to start your own bussnis. Like a little bakery.

Will have Jade and Floyd come to your dorm for his daily bento. You know what to cook for him right? Then why spend time to good and buy food in cafeteria when you made him a perfect bento?

Plus you will need to make one for Jade and Floyd too.

Kalim

Now this is 50/50 situation...

We all know just Jamil and Jamil only can cook for Kalim. So Kalim will maybe taste your cooking.

But i think since you are his S/O that he will try it. Would look like a little kid while eating. Over all he loves your food.

Would probably let you cook with Jamil, and made him daily bento just like breakfest, dinner- you get the point.

Makes you make food for the parties. And tell everyone you made it.

"Have you tried that? My S/O made that, the are the best!" "Yea, my S/O cooks the best food! Even Jamil is eating it!"

Vil

Vil isn't suprised that he got a bento. He is famous after all. But from you? It's really special.

Your bento is really good. Not the best, but good. Likes when you make little shapes out of fruit.

He thinks it cute how you and Epel make little shapes in apples for fun. You craved him once out of apple, he put magic spell on it so it stays that way.

Once you said you will made him a bento suprise. He couldn't wait to see it so he send Rook to see what you are making so he can tell Vil.

Idia

This is like in one of his otomo games! You didn't give him a bento in person, Ortho gave it to him. Idia was so happy.

He would send Ortho holding a note that said: "Thank you. The bento was really good, i would like another one."

Would send you recepies from anime and games he is watching/playing and ask you to make them.

Everytime someone bring out the fact that you made him a bento, he gets all shy and red.

Malleus

You brouth him a bento? All the way from your dorm? You got Malleus whole heart now.

He loved it, he didn't even want to eat it, he thouth he would ruined it. But when Lilia told him that you are supost to eat it, he did and god~! He wants more.

Would come to your dorm that same night with a bento box in his hands and he will tell your how greatfull he is for your kind actions and that now he wants more.

Stands right beside you as you fil him up another bento. And then he would come back tomorow morning for breakfest.

Sebek would yell at you for feeding Malleus (?) Tried to steal his bento so he could see if you put something bad in it. Malleus almost killed him.

Always leaves a little note when bring the bento box back to you.

[dollwritesarchive]

I headcanon Vil to be SUCH a mean dom. Like he'll mock you for how your lipstick smears all over his cock.

he’s mean and I love him for it !! 💕

“Tch,” Vil’s lip hooks up on one side, blonde brows drawn close together as he stared down his bare torso at your head bobbing up and down on him, “didn’t I tell you to buy the smudgeproof lipstick instead?”

gurgling in response, you peer up at him only when he takes hold of your chin and wrenches your mouth away from his cock, and you suck in a couple of ragged breaths; webs of your saliva coated him, along with violet streaks from your lips leaving the muscle marbled. you smile, sheepish and panting, as he glares down at you, reaching up to wipe at the lipstick that was undoubtedly smeared over your face, too, but his thumb beats you to it— pressing into the fleshy section of your cheek, he rubs at the purply stain, “How slovenly,” he mutters, tilting his head to one side as he watches your expression carefully, “are you staining me up on purpose, trying to mark your territory?” crooning even into the degradation, you nod and bat your wet lashes with a giddy snicker and Vil scoffs, holding your chin tight and guiding you back to his waiting cock to finish what you started, “I’ll have to fuck some etiquette back into you now. You’ve been spending too much time with those Savanaclaw hooligans.”

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 && 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 !!

[schoenht]

Omg hi hi! I loved your last smau so much

Anyways I saw your new event and was wondering if I could maybe ask for "they're busy" with the overblot gang (if that's too many maybe just riddle jamil and vil my favs <3)

Love you lots and hope you're drinking enough water mwah mwah

↝ "they're busy"

character: vil schoenheit

note: OMG YES the others will be put when i make the masterlist for the event LMAO bc vil hasn't been done yet <3

EVENT IS CLOSED!

[alucztive]

hello! could you do a headcanon on a male reader who is small but actually can tear the whole school down if he gets mad? I was thinking of Leona, Jack, Vil, Sebek, Epel and Idia but you can do it with whoever you want if none of them pleases you :)

Male!Reader who is small but can actually tear down the school if he gets mad

ft. Leona, Vil, Idia

my first twst request! it’s a lil short since i haven’t have time to read twst story so maybe ooc.

No warning.

Male reader : He/Him pronouns.

The male reader is often underestimated due to his small size, which he uses to his advantage when dealing with others. However, when he gets mad, he becomes a force to be reckoned with, with immense strength and magic abilities that can tear down the school.

Leona Kingscholar

• One day, the reader loses his temper and almost causes a disaster at the school. Leona witnesses the incident and is shocked by the reader's strength, but also concerned for his well-being.

• Leona initially becomes interested in him because of his strength, but he quickly realizes that there's much more to the reader than just his physical abilities.

• Leona approaches the reader after the incident and offers to help him manage his anger and strength. The reader is initially reluctant to accept his help, but eventually agrees to work with him.

• As they spend more time together, Leona and the reader grow closer. Leona helps the reader to channel his strength in a positive way, and the reader helps Leona to see the world in a new light.

• The reader's strength is not just physical, but also emotional. He have a deep well of resilience and empathy that Leona comes to admire.

• Leona and the reader's relationship is not without its challenges, but they work through them together, building a strong and lasting bond.

Vil Schoenheit

• Vil is naturally drawn to the reader's strength and finds it fascinating. He enjoys seeing the reader unleash his power and finds himself getting intrigued by it.

• When the reader gets mad, his magic abilities become unstable, causing a ripple effect that almost resulted in the destruction of the school's infrastructure. Vil finds this aspect of the reader's power thrilling and enjoys the chaos it brings.

• The reader's small stature often causes others to underestimate him, but Vil knows better than to make that mistake. He respects the reader's power and enjoys pushing him to his limits.

• Despite their power struggles, Vil and the reader share a deep connection, which neither of them can deny. They are drawn to each other like moths to a flame, and their passion for each other is undeniable.

• When the reader is not angry, he is incredibly affectionate and clingy towards Vil. Vil finds this side of the reader endearing and enjoys indulging him.

Idia Shroud

• Idia is initially wary of the reader's power, but as he gets to know him, he becomes fascinated by him. He finds the reader's strength and unpredictability thrilling and enjoys the challenge of trying to keep up with him, if he can.

• The reader's power struggles often lead to tension between him and Idia, with the latter trying to keep the former under control. However, deep down, Idia enjoys the chaos and the challenge of trying to control the reader's explosive temper.

• When the reader is not angry, he is incredibly affectionate towards Idia, with a soft spot for him. Idia finds this side of the reader endearing and enjoys indulging him, even if he knows it's a weakness.

• Despite their power struggles, Idia and the reader share a deep connection, with Idia drawn to the reader's passion and strength. He sees the reader as a kindred spirit and enjoys spending his time with him.

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