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I love exploring and finding posters to meme ^_^

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I saw something about how all Rook simps have breeding kinks and thought of you

god forbid someone wants to take care of a blonde hunter's babies in a little meadow cottage with their books and paintings 🙄🙄

im actually so flattered you thought of me though <33

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🏹🏹

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Ambiguous Late Valentines Day art for you all <3

Loosely inspired by the heart dissection I did a couple days ago

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call him bubonic the way he plagues me

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Me, after I'm finished with Rook:

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😴😴😴

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Rook Hunt 💜

ANYONE!! QUICK GIMME A REASON YOU LIKE BEING ALIVE :3

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“Shadows and Silk”

Rook Hunt x Fem! Reader [🌶️]

Sypnosis:

You never expected your quiet night shift to end with Rook pressing you into the ivy-wrapped garden wall, his lips burning declarations against your skin. Hidden beneath moonlight and silk, he finally lets the hunger in his gaze speak.. with fingers, with teeth, with every reverent touch. In his arms, you’re not just seen— you’re devoured.

Minors DNI 🔞.

Labels: NSFW, smut, soft romance, possessive desire, moonlit intimacy, tension, aftercare, slow burn, semi-public (no one's around except the both of u), emotional vulnerability, hidden longing, garden setting, quiet passion, mutual craving, worshipp!ng, gentle dominance, teasing touches, intense eye contact, reader is not yuu & spicy!

You never thought a quiet night shift in the dorm’s shadowed garden would lead to this— the way Rook’s hunter green eyes glinted in the moonlight, fierce yet tender, burning into your soul with a hunger he’d never quite masked before.

The festival’s roar was miles away, swallowed by the thick ivy and midnight air around you, cocooning you both in an intimate world where only your breath and his heartbeat mattered. You had been stealing glances all evening, the way his fingers grazed the edge of yours, the subtle brush of his jacket against your skin as he passed.

Now, here in the garden, the barrier of silence finally broke.

Rook stepped closer, his voice low, almost a growl, “You know I’ve been watching you, right? Every moment.” His hand slipped to your jaw, thumb tracing a feather-light path that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

You swallowed hard, breath hitching, eyes locked on his as he closed the distance. His lips found yours in a fierce, demanding kiss, tongue swirling in a dance of temptation and promise. You melted instantly, hands tangling in his wild hair, pulling him impossibly closer as your body pressed against his lean frame.

His hands slid down your sides, fingers digging into your hips, grounding you in the heat of the moment. The silk of your shirt made it almost sinful how easily he peeled it open, revealing the skin beneath, pale and inviting under the moon’s glow.

Rook’s touch was a mix of fire and feather, roaming over your ribs, brushing the sensitive skin beneath your breasts before settling at your waist. His mouth trailed down your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point, marking you with kisses that made you gasp loudly.

He paused to look at you, eyes dark with desire and something softer— protectiveness, perhaps? but before dipping lower, lips capturing your collarbone, teasing the swell of your breasts with a reverent hunger.

Your breath hitched when his fingers slipped beneath your waistband, the cool night air brushing your heated skin as he explored you with deliberate slowness. He didn’t rush with you as every stroke, every flick of his fingers was a promise, a vow to savor you, worship you.

The first flick of his tongue to your clit was electric, sending a rush of pleasure that had you trembling against him. His hands and mouth worked in perfect harmony, coaxing your hips to grind against his hand, desperate for more.

Rook’s breath was hot against your skin, voice a husky murmur, “Trickster, You’re mine tonight. I’ll show you exactly how much I want you.” His fingers curled inside you, stretching and pulsing in time with the mounting tension building inside you.

You moaned, nails digging into his shoulders as he deepened his ministrations, mouth closing over your clit in a slow, torturous suck that left you gasping for air. His other hand found your throat, not to choke but to cradle— grounding you, reminding you he was here, with you.

Then, when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he shifted, fingers pressing harder, faster, curling just right to hit your most sensitive spot as his tongue flicked urgently against your clit. You came undone with a shuddering scream, body arching into him as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

But Rook wasn’t finished.

He rose with a growl, lips brushing against your jaw, neck, each kiss a declaration. His member pressed against your wet heat, teasing the entrance slowly before pushing inside, filling you with a slow, possessive thrust that made your breath catch.

The world narrowed to the sound of your joined breaths and the rhythm of his hips, powerful and steady, grinding deep into you with an intoxicating mix of control and need. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him as he whispered your name like a secret prayer.

“Feel..haah .. how much I want you,” he said, voice rough and low. “Every inch..nggHh~!.. of you is mine.”

You clung to him, matching his pace, losing yourself in the storm of sensation.. the slick heat, the fierce grip, the way his body moved with yours in perfect harmony. His lips found yours again, a bruising kiss filled with desperation and promise.

You gasped as he hit your sweet spot, the coil inside snapping loose into a shattering climax that left you trembling and breathless. Rook followed seconds later, groaning your name as he also cums inside of you, holding you tight through the aftershocks.

As you lay tangled in the shadows, hearts still pounding, his fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, voice softening. “You don’t have to hide it from me,” he whispered. “I want all of you— always.”

He chuckles as he sees his cum dripping out of your cunt then whispered, “Shall we go for another round, Trickster?”

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I think a lot of people hate x readers because they get self-conscious imagining themselves being loved. grow up and enjoy kissing your faves

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is rook hunt my husband? (THE ANSWER IS YES)

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Reblog to chew on Rook Hunt like a chew toy

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Imagine making out with your F/O and then you pull away to take some air, but they keep kissing your cheeks, neck, even your ears because they can't get enough of you.

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How could I forget? How could I have possibly ever forgotten?

Oh, I know it's a dream, and yet... I cannot stop crying as I think of doing anything to hurt you.

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