#when hes a dark haired man with something deeply wrong with him: 🥰

[screaming-sparrow]

i was tagged by @oneflydude :)

rules: choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as poll options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe, then tag 4 people

i nominate: @wallpaper-inside-my-heart @seenonacid @fehlerderkorrektur @0p0ssumprince @dykedaji and whoever else wants to do this :)

[kinkscholar]

minors dni please!

I may dabble further than thoughts at some point in the future, but goodness, I just can't keep quiet!! I've had those Pomefiore vampire cards on my mind. The possibilities are endless 🥰

One trope I don't see often explored is vampires and stuffing... Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places, haha!!

vil schoenheit

In Vil's case, he takes up most care of his form and near immortal beauty. His reputation and elegance are something he cherieshes deeply. A cold, icy vampire with a lot of power. Of course, he obtains the blood he desires when he wants it! It's hard to deny the fairest vampire in all of the land a drink, after all. So when you, a traveling human, stumble across the land of Pyroxene and the vampires that lurk in the dark — Vil took to you immediately, curious to just what your blood will taste like within his mouth. It doesn't take long for him to get what he desires. His beauty and the sweet as honey tone he spoke in make it easy.

As he straddles you, you gripping the plush of his thighs, be begins to feed off of you. The entire ordeal leaves you hot and bothered from the start. You can't help but watch as his grace becomes unraveled from your blood alone. Vil can't help himself. Strands of his hair falling in front of his face as he inches his form closer to yours. Even through your gradually weakening state, you take note of the fact that his midsection begins to strain against the sash, tracing his flawless form.

With what strength you can muster, you remove it, bearing witness to the bloat in his stomach. Even like this, he is handsome, terribly so. If this is how you were meant to die? So be it. Your greedy hands fall upon his clothed middle, taking in the glory of you being the reason he's so swollen.

Inevitably, Vil cannot drink any further, for you would die. But the feeling of his tummy bulging out further beneath your hands only made your dick harder than it already was in this situation.

As the vampire pulled back to admire his hard work, wiping some blood that trailed down his face — eyes clouded with lust, he stared to you. Vil would most definitely scold you for what you did to him at a later date, but he was hungry in another sense, and you were too. "Human, my hunger has yet to satiate all because of you..." His tone was low, like a threat, but with amusement laced within. "As punishment, you must fill me further." This was going to be a long night, but one you wouldn't regret at all.

rook hunt

Rook is a different story entirely. He knew of you the moment you stepped into Pyroxene. Those green eyes piercing into the back of your skull without your knowledge. Fresh meat, handsome at that. Of course, the hunter took interest in his prey. Perhaps a day or two of this, him learning your mannerisms, trying to predict your next move as you navigated the foreign land.

You felt the all too familiar feeling of being watched, but hoped it was only due to how new you were. One day, you finally cross his path directly. Probably the worst opportunity at that. His stalking led to the neglect of his own form, a foolish mistake on his end, but his infatuation with you left his awareness at a low. Now he was starving, and you were all he wanted.

You would think twice about roaming this country at night after this. Despire the blatant hunger that burned through his gaze, you were coaxed with ease to somewhere more secluded — thanks to his smooth talk and French. You didn't seem to take much notice just how much he knew about you, that or you just didn't care too much.

As the coast was clear, your hands gripped his waist, expecting something along the lines of a night filled with sex with a handsome man, but as his fangs were bared before you, you quickly realized your situation. It only took a few extra words of sweet talk for your neck exposed and his teeth in the flesh. Your hands gripped his waist tighter as you kept your hips as far away as you could, trying to hide your arousal from the hunter.

Great Seven, were you amazing to him. The thrill of the hunt and the taste of your blood rivaled anything he'd ever experienced before. You were his prize, so he fully intended on taking all he desired from you. Rook moved himself closer to you as he continued to feed. Gradually, you felt expansion beneath your hands as your body grew weaker.

He was taking his fill from you, in turn filling out his previously toned form. This sparked a fire in you, seemingly him as well as he rutted against you, swollen stomach pressing against your own. You didn't seem to mind the possibility of this being your final moments, any rational thought slipping from your mind.

Thankfully, Rook had restraint, pulling back as he planted a kiss to the wounds on your neck, humming happily as he admired his prize. "Ma belle..." As usual, he spoke sweet and soft, his eyes trailing to his own form. "Look at what you've done. You've filled me right up~" The blonde was clearly amused, removing the sash that strained against his middle. Then, guiding your hands to feel better.

"Magnifique!" He mused, leaning in to your weakened state, whispering softly into your ear. "Shall I give you your reward, mon bébé?" Unsurprisingly, what little blood was left in your body rushed to your face and down south. You had no reason to decline a reward for your hard work. Maybe this place wasn't too bad.