Vil: *pets MC's head, keeping them close* Shh... it's all right, Potato. You know how Rook is—he becomes utterly captivated whenever he stumbles upon something that piques his interest.
MC: Like with his preys?
Vil: ...
Vil: I'll make certain you become nothing of the sort.
Ace: Wow, so the Pomefiore guys already know about this? Talk about being quick.
Deuce: But are you alright?
MC: *nods* Vil comforted me. Epel gave me some apples, and Rook gave me a dragon milk formula.
Ace and Deuce: ...
Ace: Hold up—You still drink milk?
MC: ...
Deuce: So what? Do you have a problem with that, Ace?
Ace: Bruh, I'm just asking. I'd gladly buy them baby stuff if needed.
MC: I'm well past the infant stage...
Ace: Yet you accepted the milk.
Deuce: The heck—You drink milk too!
Ace: "Adult milk"—Wait. That sounds wrong.
Deuce: *covers MC's ears*
Ace: Yo—
Epel: ...
MC: ...
MC: Epel, you've been staring.
Epel: O-Oh! Am I?
MC: *nods*
Epel: ...
Epel: I want to see you as a dragon.
MC: ...
MC: But you saw it in the photo.
Epel: I-In person, I mean! It's just unfair how Rook-senpai, Ace, and Deuce get to witness it. I'm your close friend too, y'know...
MC: ...
MC: I can't always do it. I try not to.
Epel: Why?
MC: We can be dangerous, and really destructive.
Epel: Oh... I see. *smiles reassuringly* That's okay. I'll just carve your dragon form on an apple.
Please tell me I'm not the only one that remembered that one art that someone drew of Vil In a NAZI GERMANY UNIFORM. I remember that shit clean off my brain.
So I’m almost 5’4, and I have long caramel looking hair. I also have blue gray eyes (which I’m sensitive to light lol)
Personality:
I’m an INFP. I come off as shy and quiet (possibly I may look miserable, but it’s because I have a resting bitch face 😔). I have ADHD (the adhd where I can’t focus and the one where I cannot stay still) as well, but I do perform well on school (all A’s). I take focus medication so it calms my hyperactivity and allows me to focus better. I am also very self aware and smart (I hate to admit me being smart since I’m more of a humble person, so lowkey my smartness never feels like it’s enough, so I don’t feel smart sometimes) I always strive for the best, usually. I always want to learn more and be more knowledgeable and productive and proficient. I value school and learning a lot. And I’m a perfectionist as well, especially when it comes to art, when I’m drawing or painting. Lowkey I listen to music like all the time, I swear I cannot go a day without it lmao. I also daydream A LOT. I’m also the type of person who, unfortunately, cannot fully express my emotions or feelings or thoughts. I am a bit insecure lol and I can be sensitive, but will always try not to cry in front of someone (like if someone were to harshly criticize me or something). I like constructive criticism because I believe that it helps me to grow, but I also take it to heart.. Once someone gets to know me, I’m a much more sassy person, I was quite literally born sassy. I can also be sarcastic, being (jokingly) overconfident, and joke around a lot with friends. I can be very goofy and silly, so like ig I’m funny. A lot of the times I HATE socializing. So lowkey if my parents have anyone over, I escape for a bit because I’ll get overwhelmed (especially when there’s a lot of people over, even if it were to be family). I like to avoid socializing because I have social anxiety. I also hate being useless. I can sometimes struggle with communication so I will stutter time to time. I always respect others and be as polite as I can be. I’m an empathetic person who can understand others well, even tho I’ve never experienced what they experienced. If someone were to open up to me about something, i am the listener type of person, I have no idea what to say. I just nod. But I always remember what they told me. And I’ll try to help on little ways, like through actions (speaking as well if needed). I also am quite the giggler, I can laugh at almost anything. I lowkey DON’T like sports or anything physical, cus it can require teamwork, or people watching me (like I don’t wanna embarrass myself and mess up), big ICK. Sometimes I can be a sneaky person, cunning ish. If someone were to ask to see art or writings, I let them but like I don’t want them to see it, idk I just can’t say no, I’m sometimes a people pleaser (and I don’t want people to hate me and I care about what others think about me..). And if they were to say “oh my goodness that’s so good” like no stop lying 😭. I also have the odd eating habit where I ALWAYS save the best for last when eating a meal or just some cookie. I also sometimes will have an obsession over food where I’ll eat it practically everyday all the time until I get sick of it. I kinda do this with music as well. That’s my OCD there lol, having an obsession and then dropping it and then picking up another one.
I love anime, art, video games, manga, psychology, mythology, mystery, music, science, chemistry, astronomy, literature, creative writing, and writing metaphors or even poems.
I think that’s all of me brah.
♡ ∩_∩
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I’ve decided to pair you up with…..
VIL
you got the perfectionist himself...
the both of you work on it together, to be honest. you notice how it can hurt him, and he notices likewise for you.
He can appreciate a lot someone who focus's on their studies, esp because it makes for great career growth, etc.
I think you were introduced to him by someone else/hung out in a group that would make it easier for you to be comfortable with him. just because if you don't talk, and if he doesn't notice anything, you both would be silent.
He would try to push you more into physical activity, not to be rude, but because he does it to take care of himself, and wants you to also .. if you say no he'll drop it though.
You might be forced to socialize if you are with him, but not with fans. he would actually rather keep your relationship rather private and away from the public eye.
that to say, he's not keeping you a secret, just who you are private.
He understands the people pleasing, but he will get annoyed with it. he'll be like,... "seriously? you don't have to do that for them. they'll live."
he's not annoyed with you, but people taking advantage of you.
For this semester, you had been paired up with Vil during potionology class. Crewel thought that your potion knowledge was on par with Vils, so he felt it was only right to pair you two.
vil liked you. he thought that you were a hard worker, who also kept up with appearances—something that was important to him. you were his first lab partner that he actually didn’t mind working with.
“alright pups, today we’re doing a lab. although, when i say to add a certain amount of some of these materials, you add that exact. no more, no less.” Professor Crewel lectures, holding up a bottle of a red herb. “especially this. it works as an aphrodisiac.”
Vil looks over to you, putting his goggles over his eyes. “well, this should be interesting. we’ll do just fine though, as always.” he chuckles, starting to get the lab materials out. you gear up, then start helping Vil.
you guys move in a synchronated rhythm, perfecting the instructions, earning approving nods from Crewel.
Vils holding the aphrodisiac herb, ready to put in the needed amount from the bottle. however, this didn’t go well—someone who wasn’t paying attention bumped into vil, causing the entire bottle to slip from his hand, going straight into the cauldron. the potion bubbles then explodes onto you and Vil, dissipating in a pink cloud.
“Bad pup! shit, look what happened!” Crewel yells at the careless student, then comes over to examine you and Vil. the two of you seemed okay enough, but Crewel was still worried.
“the two of you, go back to your dorms for the rest of the day.” Crewel demands, which you and Vil immediately follow.
when you get back to Ramshackle, you change and collapse into bed, falling asleep almost immediately. a few hours later, you wake up, feeling hot and bothered. there was an ache pooling in your lower stomach, one that felt like liquid heat.
Vil, on the other hand, had locked himself in his room, because he knew he couldn’t face the Pomefiore students in his current state. his clothes felt too tight, his body too hot. and, not to forget the elephant in the room, he was rock hard.
the only thing on Vils mind was you. your soft hair, smooth skin, perfect body. everything about you. before he realized it, he was palming himself through his clothing. as his rubbed against himself, trying to relieve absolutely anything, he realized something—this was because of that potion mishap. and, if he was feeling like this.. were you too?
without a second thought, he hauled ass over to Ramshackle. he didn’t even knock—he barged in, going straight to your room.
“Vil? what are you doing here?” you ask breathlessly when he enters your room, throwing your blanket over you to hide the fact your hand was ghosting over your clothed cunt.
Vil stalks closer to you, until he was standing just over your bed. “that damn potion. it’s messing with me, and clearly you as well.” he states, sitting down and straddling your hips with his legs. he leans over, his face mere inches from your own.
“yeah, it’s not fun.” you mumble, feeling even hotter under Vil. you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck. without warning, he crashes his lips against yours, tangling a hand in your hair to tilt your head back, allowing him better access to your mouth.
he pushes his tongue into your mouth, exploring you more intimately. his free hand roams your body, his touch light yet insistent.
he pulls away, attaching his lips to your neck and nibbling on the sensitive skin. he chuckles when he feels your hips moving against his, looking for stimulation. he pulls away from your neck, hovering back over you.
“look at you.. ruined just from a couple kisses.” he coos, running a hand over your flushed cheek.
“quit teasing me, Vil! this isn’t fair.” you whimper, running your hands up his chest to pull at his shirt. he picks up what you’re trying to do, so he pulls his shirt off, then pulls yours off, throwing them to the floor.
his large hands move to your breasts, cupping them and running his thumbs over your nipples. your back arches, pushing your breasts further into his hands. he moves further down your body, pulling your pants and underwear down and throwing them onto the floor, joining your shirts.
He glides his fingers down your dewy folds, causing your hips to buck up into his hand. “you’re soaked. all for me?” he asks, slipping a finger into your wet heat. you gasp at the intrusion, and cry out when he curls his finger. he adds a second, thrusting and curling the two digits, reducing you into a whimpering mess.
while vil slowly yet deeply fingers you, his free hand is slipping his pants and boxers off. his cock slaps up against his stomach, the tip flushed an angry red and dripping with pre-cum. your eyes widen at the sight of his cock—long with slight girth. how the hell was that supposed to fit in you!?
Vil seems to have read your mind. “don’t worry, you’re going to be prepped just fine to take me.” he says in a sultry tone, speeding up his ministrations. he leans down, attaching his lips to your sensitive clit, and begins to suck hard.
your hands fly down, tangling in his blond locks, as a stream of moans and whimpers leave your mouth. your body locks up as you feel your release coming, and much to your disappointment, he pulls away completely. “not yet, love. I want you to cum all over this dick.” he chuckles, lining himself up with your entrance.
with one smooth motion, he sheathes himself inside of your warm, wet, tight heat, a loud yet pretty groan tearing through his throat. “holy shit, you’re so tight… yet it feels like you were made for this cock. for me.” he moans, beginning to move.
he starts at a slow pace, letting you become accustomed to his length, then he speeds up. he thrusts faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with each thrust. one of his hands slides down your body, rubbing tight circles on your sensitive clit.
“f-fuck, Vil!! i’m gonna- gonna cum!” you cry, your voice barely louder than the wet slaps of skin against skin.
vil smirks, “then be a good girl and cum for me, love. wanna feel this—hah, shit—perfect pussy.” he groans, his thrusts becoming more desperate. more moans escape his lips, singalong that he’s also getting close to the edge.
after a few more harsh thrusts, paired with his insistence on your clit, white hot pleasure rips through your body as your climax washes over you. your body locks up as you cum with a silent scream, before your voice bleeds into whimpering cries of pleasure.
your pussy spasms and clenches around vils length, which proves to be his undoing. he slams in one last time, his own climax washing over him. he comes with a soft string of moans, then collapses against you after the aftershocks have passed.
he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hands gently massaging your tired body, his lips peppering soft kisses against your heated skin. “so good, you did so good for me.” he praises, tilting his head up to capture your lips with his own. the kiss is different from the previous ones, this one being gentle and filled with care.
you two fall asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. you both know that when morning comes, there will be a lot needed to be discussed—mainly the aphrodisiac stimulated sex—but that was a problem for later. all that mattered now was the warmth in the afterglow of your heated passion, and the gentleness that comes with that warmth.
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note from madz~ dude this is my first smut, but lwk i feel like it’s fire like shakespeare possessed me??? hope you enjoy!!!!!
my headcanons for the junior/third year housewardens :3
notes and closeups under the cut ^^
vil schoenheit:
half peacock beastman (and does exhibit the traits) and has albinism (both of which one would know from my family headcanons post). otherwise, not much is different from canon. i made his nose sort of beak-shaped, but it's very subtle. idk if it's canon or not, but my hc is that the purple ombre is dyed. (she and jack dyed their hair when they were younger. vil decided that he liked the look and kept doing it, but jack didn't redo it after it had all grown out.)
idia shroud:
honestly they pretty much look the same. more grayish skin, and no visible pupils (so as to up the spook factor. how can they see without pupils? idk magic [the actual answer is that there is a pupil, it's just the same color as the iris]), and they're pretty gaunt, but that's about it.
leona kingscholar:
i gave him his melanin back. also locs. i let him keep the ginger tips though (that actually is a thing lions can have—mane colors range a good bit from blond to dark brown, and rusty colors are on that spectrum), i just made them more obvious. i let him keep the braids too. his eyes are no longer highlighter green, thank the stars. also, scars like his seldom leave no other indication of injury, so nerve damage be upon thee. also cute kibby nose, as i do with mammalian beastmen and some fae. (not pictured are his big naturals, because this man does not bind and would never bind even to save his life. trans leona ftw)
malleus draconia:
i made their skin less saturated (and a tiny bit more melanated, as one does) and gave them green blush (aka green blood) because in folklore, fair folk usually don't have red blood. their scleras are kind of greenish/yellowish. they have some scales on their neck (and elsewhere on their body), and their scales and horns have a purple sheen to them. the same natural dark pigment on their lips, i also put under their eyes. also they regularly wear earrings because i said so.
