#vil x reader

[madame-nightshade]

Vil X Idol! Reader

Based off of Ai Hoshino from Oshi No Ko... Because I like it and bc I've always loved the thought of Vil being with an idol prefect... Vil Might be a bit OOC

✶Vil had always noticed that you had more talent that you led on with. When your friends were trying out for the SDC, he paid attention to how you tried to help the others with their moves (mostly Epel...).

✶ "You move like you're ready to fall, or like you're forcing yourself to move and rush! You need to slow down and do bit by bit; it'll help you get the dance right!" Vil heard you say to Epel one day when he was getting more down in the dumps by with how slow he was progressing. When he asked how you knew what to say, you said, "Oh! I took dance lessons back home!" You smiled the same practiced one that he had seen all over campus. He knew there was something behind it.

✶After his overblot and the major loss that happened at the SDC, you seemed to be stuck to him a bit more than the others. You still hung out with your friends, but you always seemed to gravitate towards Vil when he was around. "Oh, I do?" Was your response in your normal ditzy tone as you laughed, "I didn't know, silly me!" A lie. He knew you lied to him, but it seemed so much like the truth... When he thought about it more, you never opened up about anything. Your home, what you did, who your family was... It was always "That's a secret!" with a wink as you stuck your tongue out.

✶ Imagine everyone's surprise when you suddenly start expressing your interest into Twisted Wonderlands new musical group that seemed to come out of nowhere. Just within the first few weeks of their debut, you seemed to know all of their songs, the choreography, and even the members names. Of course, Vil caught on and thought that it was weird that you were showing interest in something so openly.

✶Vil was once again shocked deeply when you begged him on your hands and knees to critique your dancing and singing. Of course, he held some high hopes for you, but he didn't get too much into his own head. He figured there would be some (major) issues, but nothing that he couldn't fix...

✶"How is the only thing you messed up on was which hand to raise?" You literally mixed-up which hand to raise and which one you needed to keep down. Overall, he was impressed by your skills and dedication, you were a hard worker, he respected that on a deep level.

✶ A few weeks of showing Vil your true extent of your skills, you finally begged him to take you to the music festival that was hosting the new group that you've been all over. It was something about your pout that you held on your face so confident yet perfectly pleading mixed with your stary eyes made Vil fold. Of course, he already had a ticket, but you're lucky he's able to bring whoever he wanted...

✶ "You're taking them to a festival, but not me?!" Epel huffed at Vil once he found out where you both were going. "What if I also had someone I wanted to see??" He pouted. You laughed and ruffled his hair, "Awwwe! It's okay Ace---" "MAH NAMES EPEL GARSH DARN'IT!!" Epel got smacked in the back of his head...

✶At the music festival, it was booming with business. They had a few singers at booths supporting their group before they had to go on to sell their merch. You went straight for the same group you've been going crazy over for weeks.

✶ "Fukuwa.." You mumbled and smiled when you got to the girl running the booth. Vil trying to catch up with you since you ditched him so quickly. He was ready to scold you until he heard the girl scream for the rest of the group. He watched as she hopped over the booth to give you the biggest hug anyone could ever give. "(NAME)!!! WE THOUGHT YOU DIEDDD!!!" She cried out. All you did was laugh at her and hold your finger up to your lips and winked, "Never! you know me! Always full of surprises!" Ain't that damn right. Vil stood in shock once more until he finally broke out of it. "Prefect... Are you perhaps... In this group?" He asked, his voice flat and stoic. "Mhm!" You responded. "And you never told me of your previous experience before coming to Twisted Wonderland?" "I didn't...? Oh, I guess I forgot!~" You laughed and knocked on your head slightly. Vil just stood there, rubbing his temple to not stress as much.

✶ Of course that didn't last long because before he knew it, you were being dragged off somewhere too quick for his mind to process. All he heard was you say, "I'll be back soon, Vil!!" Again, he wonders how in the world you remember his name but can't even remember to tell him something as important as that. He doesn't even chance after you, he assumes you're going with your previous idol group to perform, he just wonders how that'd go for you...

✶ Hours go by, and the idol group that dragged you off was supposed to be on. Their performance was supposed to last an hour. But when they came out to introduce themselves, he noticed you were nowhere to be found at all. He was trying to get a good look around during the groups songs to see if he could spot you in the back, but he couldn't see you at all. Finally, after like 45 minutes, the group stopped singing and dancing. Each of them took turns saying how great it felt to be on stage and how much they appreciated their fans. "But nobody seems to be as dedicated as our missing member." You slightly peeked out, your outfit colors catching the light perfectly as you slowly walked out. "Please, give your hands and hearts to (Name)!"

✶ "Ananata no aidoru, Sain wa B! (Chu!~)" Music cut in as soon as you took the stage. Almost instantly, you began to shine brighter than Vil has ever seen before. He could tell the crowd loved you from the moment you took the stage. Your dance seemed to be perfectly flawless as you kept the same blazing smile the whole time. Vil sighs in slight exasperation, but at the same time he seemed to be proud. He wasn't screaming and chanting like everyone around him was, but he was more so watching you how an instructor would.

✶After you got off stage, you instantly made a move to Vil with this puppy dog look in your eyes. "I bet you thought I was amazing, huh? Did you like it?" You grinned only to glare at him when he started to lecture you about messing up your footwork while being in HEELED BOOTS. "You need to be more careful and precise. I know it's been a while since you've danced in shoes like those since I would never let you when we were practicing, but---" "UUUGGHHH!!" You groaned and pouted, rolling your eyes as you listened to him, "You didn't let me finish!" He scolded, which made you straighten out, "Ahem... But, I think that your performance as the real deal for the first time in Seven knows how long... It was impressive." He smiled. You lit up once more and hugged him, "Oohhh!! Thank you! Thank you!!! You helped a lot through this!" You squealed. Vil patted your back with a soft smile, "So, are you going to be performing often now?" "Oh, no!" You responded in a casual tone

✶ Vil was obviously shocked that you didn't want to perform as much as you used to. "Well, why not? Obviously, I'm not going to judge you for your decision; I know how hard it is to keep up performing as much as most groups do, but you seem to love it so much." It was comforting to know that he wouldn't judge you for your decision to not go for being famous again. "I just... I liked being an idol, but... I don't love for real. People out there may love me, they scream it, buy stuff of me... But I'll never be able to truly feel the same that they do. I lie to them thinking that I do, singing loving praises to them, but it'll never be real; not the way they want it to be." You spoke all of this, words straight from the heart with a smile, yet it held a deeper emotion Vil couldn't pin point. "but," You started, "I like the attention like other famous idols do, I'm a greedy person, ya'know?" You smiled and laughed, winking at Vil. "I still want to make songs, I want to make a strong presence!" You looked Vil directly in his eyes, "I don't care how many lies I have to pile on, every idol lies, no? I just so happen to be making everything a bit more... Exciting!"

✶Vil could never expect what you would do or say next, this amount of information about you was almost a lot to handle. "Look," He sighed, "Whatever gets you by, whatever makes you feel like you... I'm here for it. If you want to just make music, I'll see what I can do to help." He nodded. you paused, then let out a huge sigh. You felt light as you looked at Vil, a bit happier than you usually are. You brushed it off and took his arm. "Come on! I wanna get home and see if anyone posted about me!!" You laughed, dragging Vil out the festival while excitedly talking about what songs you wanted to be made public next.

This sucked horribly lol, I wrote this on no sleep while listening to Ai's VA sing a few of her songs... And this was also my first time writing for Vil...

[veiledsweetener]

“ My beauty is unparalleled ! “

“ order up ! vil schoenheit x reader … but why is reader licking vil … to table three - FLOYD STOP READING THE WORK !? “ >> pairing :: vil schoenheit x gn!reader >> tw :: vil some what implies something slightly suggestive but it’s vague and probably means cuddles guys ,, licking people ,, need I say more >> tags :: @rotten-despair || feast upon the queen ,, THANK YOU FOR VOTING GRIM ‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و̣̩⋆̩

💋 :: An unjust form of punishment

Vil barely got time to himself, so time with you was something he cherished deeply. Whether it be you coming over to talk and destress or simply getting to walk around together, he was grateful. It wasn’t as if he hid you. Infant, Vil made it widely known he was taken by you without fear of the public. (Because Dolly likes yearner vil… shhh)

The struggle of hanging out came from his work hours mixed with school. He tried so hard to make it all work, but he’s a model not a magic maker. So he sucked it up and paid the price by seeing you tonight, the only free one he had this week.

He sat at his vanity as he stared at his makeup to see how it held up before he turned to his beloved, you.

“It still looks okay, is that right?” He hummed already knowing the answer—yes—but still wanting to hear your cute input.

“Mhm! It always does Vil, you’re always so— alalalalala and cuteness aggression overload!!!” You smiled as you slyly slid over and squished his cheeks.

He smiled slightly, only a mere smirk, before he squatted your hands away. He turned back around as he patted the ottoman next to his vanity. Something he’d had Rook go get so you could sit by and watch him (or he could coyly do your skincare.)

“You’re lucky we’re in private and I don’t need to touch it up.” He sighed feigning exasperation for your antics before he froze up as he watched your reflection in the mirror slowly turn to look at him.

Your tongue hung out a little off-sided with a stained pale foundation clumping to your taste buds as you blankly blinked at his own reflection staring back at you.

“What was that?”

“Huh??? What do you mean!! I didn’t do anything.” You smiled back as you pulled your tongue back in and slightly patted his cheek where you had previously left a small trail of saliva from the gesture. “You’re seeing things!”

“You just licked me.” He finally pried his gaze away from the mirror and actually onto you as he reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Tsk, you know that calls for a form of punishment for inflicting your antics upon my gorgeous face?”

Your face went beet red as he stood up beside you, never letting go of your trapped hand as he slowly put a moisturizer onto your nose in a big clump.

“V-Vil!? It was a joke stop-“ you sputtered out with no avail. Vil only smiled as he pushed you back down, using the ottoman to peer over you and do your skincare against your will before he finished and went back to his own.

“You owe me more than that later.” Was the last thing you heard before suddenly he nudged your knee without breaking his gaze from himself. “You pesky sweet potato.”

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“ yeah guys i totally know how to write for Vil !!! Ahahahahhahahahahahahah !!! Enjoy the serving . Ignore my employees prying over me making my pain worse (my headache and fever but oh well!!) (´▽`) I tried and atp that’s all I needed to get out of my slump .. “ >> NOT PROOF READ >> POORLY WRITTEN (fever makes me lose brain cells I’m so sorry my pearls)

[rotten-despair]

♪~Yearning

Featuring: Vil Schoenheit

A/N: yay, pometrio is finally done!!! Now, do I post Idia's today too and be done w ignihyde...? Hmmm decisions decisions.... Eh we'll see.

vil falls in love with you slowly, carefully, and with far more fear than he would ever admit aloud. most people assume someone like vil would never struggle with insecurity. they see the flawless appearance, the confidence, the poise, the years of success built upon talent and relentless effort. they see the beautiful actor, the admired housewarden, the person who seems to walk through life with absolute certainty in himself. what they do not see are the years spent being compared to others. the years of being told he was almost enough. beautiful, but not the most beautiful. talented, but not the star. exceptional, but somehow still standing in someone else's shadow. vil learned long ago that perfection is not something you achieve; it's something you chase endlessly, knowing you will never quite reach it.

that's why falling in love with you feels so terrifying. at first, he handles it the way he handles everything else in his life: logically. you're someone he respects. someone whose company he genuinely enjoys. someone hardworking, kind, and resilient. naturally, he appreciates you. naturally, he wants to spend time with you. naturally, he thinks about you more often than most people. there's nothing strange about that. except the thoughts never stop.

he begins looking for you automatically whenever he enters a room. he notices when you seem tired before anyone else does. small details about you linger in his mind long after conversations end. before he realizes it, your smile has become one of his favorite sights in the world. and that's where the trouble begins. because he's used to being admired. he's not used to wanting admiration in return. the realization unsettles him far more than he expects.

suddenly, your opinions matter in ways that feel dangerously important. a compliment from you can brighten his entire day without warning. casual praise leaves warmth lingering in his chest for hours afterward. worse, criticism sticks with him. even harmless comments find a way to replay in his mind. not because you are cruel—you never are—but because he cares what you think. far too much. and then, against all better judgment, he begins wondering whether you could ever look at him the same way he looks at you. that thought becomes impossible to escape.

because the more he falls for you, the more his old insecurities begin resurfacing. vil knows beauty better than anyone. he understands how temporary it is. how fragile. how easily it can disappear. he has dedicated years of his life to maintaining himself, improving himself, perfecting himself. but loving you makes him painfully aware that there are some things beauty cannot guarantee. what if you prefer someone else? someone warmer. someone easier. someone who doesn't spend so much time worrying about appearances. someone who does not need to try so hard all the time. someone with softer eyes and a cuter look.

the thoughts are irrational. he knows they're irrational.byet they remain. some days they become almost unbearable. especially when he catches himself comparing. it happens more often than he would like to admit. a passing comment about another student's appearance. seeing you laugh with someone conventionally charming. hearing others praise people around him. none of these things should bother him. they're insignificant. meaningless. yet somehow they do. because there is a small, ugly part of him that wonders whether all his effort matters at all. whether, underneath the makeup, the skincare, the discipline, and the perfection, there's actually anything worth loving. the thought humiliates him. he hates it. he hates how vulnerable you've made him without even trying.

the realization fully hits him one evening after a particularly exhausting week. he is sitting in his room, reviewing lines and trying unsuccessfully to focus. his reflection stares back at him from the vanity mirror nearby. normally, he would find flaws to correct, areas to improve, adjustments to make. tonight, however, his thoughts keep drifting elsewhere. to you. to your laugh. to your smile. to the way you always look so genuinely happy to see him. then a horrible thought slips into his mind. would you still look at him like that if he were ordinary? not vil schoenheit the actor. not vil schoenheit the housewarden. not vil schoenheit the celebrity. just vil.

the question settles heavily in his chest because despite everything he has accomplished, despite all the praise he receives, despite all the beauty he has spent years cultivating, there is still a frightened part of him that worries the answer might be no. the next time he sees you, that insecurity lingers. he hides it well, as always. no one else would notice. but you do.

"you're quiet today," you tell him while the two of you walk across campus. "i'm simply thinking." "hm." your gaze lingers on him for a moment before you smile. not the polite smile you give strangers. not the amused smile you give when grim does something ridiculous. a soft one. the kind reserved entirely for people you care about.

before he can ask what prompted it, you speak. "you know, i really like being around you." just that. nothing dramatic. nothing elaborate. a simple truth. yet it hits harder than any compliment he has ever received. because there is no mention of beauty. no mention of fame. no mention of appearances. just him. for a moment, he can't speak. all those fears he has been carrying. all those doubts. all those insecurities whispering that perhaps he's only valuable because of what he looks like. they don't disappear, but they grow quieter. because when you look at him, there's no awe in your eyes. no pedestal. just affection. real, genuine affection.

and suddenly vil realizes something that frightens him even more than insecurity ever could. he doesn't merely want your admiration. he needs your love. not because it would prove he's beautiful, but because for the first time in a very long time, someone makes him feel seen beyond beauty. and that's far more precious than perfection could ever be.

[sasahuaa]

Vil, Riddle and Idia with an alpha who doesn't suppress his reactions

Repost

male!alpha!reader; omega!characters; sfw

Vil befriended a strange alpha, this is a fact he became used to.

He doesn’t act like other alphas, is prim and proper, caring more about other’s boundaries than establishing his own, and never tried to use his alpha voice. Vil thought this was impossible, he is used to alphas since his childhood trying to make him submit by abusing pheromones and talking roughly, now, the omega would be surprised if this alpha even knew how to use his alpha tone.

Then he noticed, this weird alpha doesn’t know how to act like an alpha at all! But this sincerity and gratifying personality is something he must protect, one that should not be tainted by any cost.

As such, he placed you under his wing, treating you like a rose who needs special care to blossom. This responsibility, however, comes along with the foul mouthed beast companion that is always by your side.

But as Vil would learn shortly after, looking after Grim came with its own benefits.

This alpha purrs.

Vil discovered this when you were brushing Grim's fur with the hair oil Vil handed, giving the beast a pleasant scent. Grim promptly fell asleep in his lap, snoring loudly, and the boy, as carefully as ever, caressed a spot behind Grim's ears, purring delightedly at the one he calls his own. 

As Vil watched both of them, he almost wanted to scold Grim for interrupting the lovely noise, but he knew that this would only make you stop and release an unhappy puff. The sound traveled through the omega's body and made his spine shiver, the flutter in his heart giving space to a quick beat. 

He needed to find a way to make this alpha purr for him.

In a turn of events Riddle would never understand, the Prefect of Ramshackle, a boy who seemed quite lost in this world and its rules, became protective of him.

It's quite perplexing, watching someone so willing to learn the Queen of Hearts rules, and sticking to his side in every decision. After some sessions going over the rules, he confided something to Riddle: attaching himself to rules of an unknown place grounded him, made things appear real instead of a walking dream, and the scoldings that Riddle gave whenever he made a mistake brings him back to earth.

And Riddle understands this feeling very well, rules are what made his life, perhaps not for the same reasons as yours, but the omega is happy that you somehow matches his feelings.

Although not everyone gets it. Changing his ways wasn't enough for some students, turning the omega a target of gossip behind his back, lamenting that softening his blows wouldn't change the past. 

To Riddle's surprise, the one who took most offense to his image being smeared was the boy he began to spend the afternoons with. Sharp words were exchanged, a growl so animalistic that made the small beta tremble in his feet, and the alpha jump surprised by the sound that escaped him. Riddle couldn't take his eyes away from the scene.

The omega within him felt delighted that his potential mate was protecting him.

Flustered by his own thoughts, Riddle turned his head. He never thought of this, alphas, females or males, weren't on his mind, never considering what he may be looking for in a partner. But this awakening feeling, seeing someone putting themselves out to defend him…

Riddle now could understand all the fuss about love. 

It's not a secret Idia hates to be the center of attention. The eyes on him makes his skin crawl, with the sensation he would have a heart attack anytime soon. 

“You get that, don't you?” He rambled non-stop, the clock ticking and the more the time comes closer to his presentation, the more agitated Idia gets, “I can't do this, time-out, I need a time-out!” 

The alpha quietly listened, rubbing Idia's shoulders like it would bring him out of his stupor. Idia lately have been confiding a lot in him, trusting the alpha from another world who had zero experience with his nature. 

Maybe it was the ingenuity that made Idia come closer to the alpha who forgoes instincts.

Most of the time he never knew how to help Idia, instead, offering an ear and grounding hands. Today, unbeknownst to the alpha, he made the exact thing that would calm him down. 

Idia heard a slow rumble, the sound coming from the person before him, he raised his hands, touching the place above his heart and feeling the vibration at his fingertips. The alpha, seemingly beginning to notice that his body was reacting to calm the omega without his command, almost stopped the action, then let himself freely rumble as Idia looked hypnotized with his rumbling, the omega purring in response.

What was worrying him before became white noise. 

[nobodysservant]

Heyheyheyyy!!

Mind if I request Vil x Reader in which reader is doing his makeup for him, and he ends up flustered at the close proximity?? :333

I'm absolutely INLOVE with your writing lol!!

I hope your having a good day/night twinnie!!!

-💫anon

Yessir. Love you twin 🫶

Guess no Blush is needed?

GN!Reader x Vil

Situation/Scenario:

Vil letting his close friend (you) do his make up and getting more and more flustered by the time.

(Close friends with crush between them)

I personally believe vil is a strict but soft hearted lover. Yet I dont think he is one to deny something he knows that is true about him.

Vil liked you a lot.

Being close friends with such a famous person as him was an experience in itself.

So when you got closer to him, he was delighted knowing that you dont see just a villains face.

He was amused when you asked him to do his make up. He really liked the idea of you so close to him so he agreed as long as he gets to choose the products.

He didnt think you would apply the primer for him so he felt kind of surprised by you applying it to his face first.

(For those who do not know, Primer is a good clear base to hold the make up better)

Vil suddenly felt aware of how close you are and every touch you made on his skin.

He knew the feeling of multiple hands and brushes in his face at the same time but just having you working on his face made him really selfconcious of what is happening.

Vil knew already that he liked you more than just a friend but this was a next level.

Every stroke you did on his face felt like the soft cool rain after a sunny hot day.

Feeling so relaxed during this was a nice switch up from his usual make up routines.

He enjoyed the time you took with his make up. How calm and Gentle it was.

Though the moment your fingers gently grabbed his lip while you applied his lipstick was a sudden jolt through his body he couldnt deny.

Vil already felt the blood rushing into his face, looking at you like you are some kind of angel to him.

When you were done you looked up at the finished look of his face.

"Oh did I apply to much blush?"

Vil chuckled as he looked away. He knew his feelings and wouldn't deny them. Vil knows what he likes and doesnt. So why deny it?

"Oh dear, you simply put my heart ablaze when touching my lips. Why dont we try out if it stains hm? I wanna see you flustered to."

Vil isn't one to shy away at such a situation. He accepts the feelings and does his best to work with them.

After all. Love is something that can make anyone beautiful.

And you just happen to be the most beautiful to him right now.

So Im sorry I didnt write him like a blushing mess. It is just that I dont believe he would be the kind to do so.

He knows what he can do and cant. So of course he is true to himself which is why I think he would handle such a situation with a confidence that I personally myself have to 😌❤️

Hope I served you well pookie🫶

Click here for a guide to comission me

[tomago]

toxic (s. vil)

part 2 of twst vampire drabbles

note(s): sorry for beong so vampire-brained. melanie’s cover of toxic awakenrd something primal in Me

Vil Schoenheit would never be caught hunched over a bleeding neck in some filthy alley like a common beast.

That kind of vulgarity was beneath him.

Instead, he had you.

Vil did not drink from you out of desperation; Desperation was ugly. Reckless. It hollowed people out until all that remained was instinct and ruin, and Vil refused to let something as crude as hunger define him.

He believed beauty was something cultivated with discipline, and immortality meant nothing if one allowed themselves to decay into something inelegant. While other vampires surrendered to frenzy and excess, Vil treated his condition with the same ruthless precision he applied to every aspect of his appearance.

You simply happened to be part of that routine.

Not in a cruel way — never that. Vil despised carelessness. He was particular about you. Excessively so.

Your meals were monitored with an attention bordering on absurdity. Iron-rich foods. Proper hydration. Enough rest. He insisted stress affected “quality,” though he said it with the same airy tone one might use discussing skincare ingredients.

Which was why, by the time night fell, everything was already exactly as he preferred it.

You were already waiting exactly where he liked you — perched gracefully on the edge of his canopy bed, the heavy velvet curtains drawn tight to shut out the rest of the world. The room was bathed in the warm glow of enchanted candles, their light dancing across silk sheets and polished marble floors.

Vil stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the space. His golden hair shimmered under the candlelight, and his amethyst eyes locked onto you with that familiar mix of hunger and appraisal.

“Perfect timing,” he murmured, his voice smooth but edged with fatigue. He removed his gloves slowly, one finger at a time, never breaking eye contact. “I was starting to get… irritable.”

As he stepped closer, that effortless grace of his stride remained — swift, silent, almost gliding — yet something about him was subtly off. His jaw was tighter than usual. His brows barely, almost imperceptibly, drawn. His hand tugging his collar open.

Vil exhaled through his nose, as if forcing his body to obey him rather than the other way around. “I dislike when it reaches this point,” he admitted quietly, more to himself than to you, voice lower now, less theatrical and more raw at the edges.

His fingers brushed your jaw as he tilted your chin upward with the care of an artist inspecting a masterpiece. His touch was ice cold — that perfect, refined temperature that made your skin prickle with anticipation rather than flinch away.

“You’ve been good for me,” he murmured, voice like velvet dragged over steel. “Look at you… skin flushed just right, pulse steady and strong. Exactly as I asked.”

He leaned in, nose grazing the curve of your neck as he inhaled slowly, savoring. A faint, almost imperceptible shudder ran through his frame — the only crack in his composure. Then his lips pressed against your throat, soft at first, almost reverent. He kissed the spot where your pulse beat hardest, tongue tracing a slow, deliberate line over the vein as if tasting before committing. 

“Relax for me,” he whispered against your skin. “Let me have you properly.”

The bite came without warning, yet not without grace.

His fangs sank in with surgical precision — two sharp points piercing clean and deep. There was a brief flash of pain, bright and fleeting, before it melted into something far more dangerous: a thick, honeyed heat that spread through your veins like liquid starlight. Vil groaned softly, the sound low and indulgent, vibrating against your throat as he drank.

He never rushed. Even now, when hunger clawed at him, his swallows were elegant. One hand cradled the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair to hold you steady. The other rested at your waist, thumb stroking slow circles over your ribs as if soothing you through the haze.

Every pull of his mouth sent sparks racing down your spine. The room felt warmer, the candlelight thicker, sweeter. Your fingers instinctively curled into the front of his shirt, gripping the expensive fabric as a quiet sound slipped from your lips — half gasp, half sigh.

Vil drank like he did everything else: with exquisite control and devastating focus. He savored you. The taste of your blood — rich, clean, perfectly balanced from all his meticulous care — drew another quiet, pleased hum from his throat. His body relaxed against yours as the irritation from earlier melted away, replaced by that luminous, almost euphoric calm he only ever found in feeding from you.

When he finally pulled back, Vil’s amethyst eyes darkened with a new kind of hunger as he hovered over you, his body caging yours against the silk sheets. The fresh bite on your neck still throbbed warmly, but his attention had shifted entirely to your lips.

Without a word, he cupped your face with his hand — fingers digging into your cheeks with that signature precision — and leaned down.

His mouth claimed yours in a slow, deep kiss.

The metallic taste of your own blood was immediate, rich and warm, still coating his tongue. He didn’t try to hide it. Instead, he pressed it into the kiss deliberately, letting you taste yourself on him as his tongue slid against yours with languid indulgence. The flavor mingled between you — copper-sweet, intimate, and undeniably intense.

A soft, possessive sound rumbled in his chest as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss further. His lips, still slick with crimson, moved against yours with practiced elegance, savoring every second. He fed you the taste of your own blood like it was fine wine he wanted you to appreciate, slow and deliberate, his tongue stroking yours in a way that made your head spin.

When he finally pulled back just enough to speak, a thin string of blood-tinted saliva connected your lips for a brief, obscene moment before it broke.

“Now you understand what I’m trying to preserve,” he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough, his breath brushing your mouth. “How absolutely intoxicating.”

After all, the best meals are made with love. 

[p3pperthevoid]

Vil x Reader

Everything about him feels… composed.

Even when he’s standing still, it’s like he’s being watched by invisible cameras only he can see.

Vil Schoenheit glances at you over the rim of his mirror, expression perfectly neutral, like your presence is just another detail he has already accounted for.

“You’re late,” he says.

you blink. “I’m exactly on time.”

“…barely,” he corrects without hesitation.

you open your mouth, then close it again. arguing feels pointless when he says things like that with such confidence it almost becomes fact.

he gestures slightly. “Come here.”

you hesitate. “that sounded like an order.”

his eyes flick up slowly.

“…it was,” he admits.

somehow that honesty makes it worse.

you walk over anyway.

Vil studies you the way he studies everything—like he’s noticing things you didn’t realize were visible. posture, expression, tiny details you weren’t aware mattered.

“Hold still,” he says.

you freeze. “why?”

he doesn’t look away from you. “because you’re not doing it correctly.”

“doing what correctly?”

“existing in a way that flatters you.”

you stare at him.

he sighs softly, already reaching out to adjust your shoulder with precise, practiced movements. not rough, not gentle—just exact.

“Better,” he says.

you blink. “you fix people’s posture like this often?”

“Only when necessary,” he replies smoothly. “Most people don’t present themselves properly.”

you cross your arms. “and I don’t present myself properly?”

he pauses.

just long enough to be noticeable.

“…you present yourself inconsistently,” he says at last.

you squint. “that sounds nicer but means the same thing.”

“Not quite,” he corrects.

he steps back, examining you again like you’re a project that didn’t ask to be one.

“…you could look better,” he adds casually.

you gasp. “rude.”

“accurate,” he says immediately.

then, after a beat, softer but still firm: “You simply don’t try.”

you tilt your head. “why do you care?”

that stops him.

not fully.

but enough that his gaze sharpens slightly.

“…because,” he says carefully, “if you are going to be seen, you should be seen correctly.”

you blink. “that’s your reason?”

he turns away slightly, as if that ends the conversation.

“Do not mistake it for sentiment,” he says. “It is standards.”

but he doesn’t move you away.

instead, he reaches for something nearby—an accessory, a small adjustment—and fixes it to you with quiet precision.

his fingers linger for half a second longer than necessary.

then he steps back immediately, like nothing happened.

“…acceptable,” he says.

you smile slightly. “high praise.”

“Don’t become complacent,” he replies instantly.

but his eyes flick back to you again.

just once.

and for someone who notices everything—

the fact that he keeps noticing you feels like the one imperfection he hasn’t decided to fix.

[niyoriix]

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