#sub rook

[frenchfrywrites]

Was reading your obey me master list and your mating press ask for the boys and sides made me wonder about perhaps pressing the Twst third years?

Mating press with the TWST third years

MINORS DNI

Cater really loves the position! He looves that it forces you to pay such close attention to him. Oh you'd never be able to tell if he likes it more than any other position though. Cater is dumb and drooling just from having your tip pop inside of him, and having you push him into a mating press generates the same reaction lol. No matter what position you fuck in, he's gonna be drunk on your dick all the same. He'll brag to other people about you being able to fuck him in the position btw.

Trey looooves the mating press position. Part of his infatuation with it comes from the name of the position alone, for he has a massive breeding kink imo. Part of it though, is due to the fact that you’re so close to him, and he can see you better when he doesn’t have his glasses on <3 he loves being able to see your face and cling to you when you fuck him! Even if he can’t see you as well as he’d like, the sound of your balls and thighs hitting his skin is fuel to the fire cooking in his loins.

The mating press is easily Leona’s favorite position to do when you want to take him on his back. Typically I think he leans more towards being fucked doggy style or on his side, so his tail isn’t put in an awkward or uncomfortable position. But when you’re fucking him in a mating press he’s so lost in pleasure that he’s hardly paying attention to the feeling of his tail being pinned against the bed. All he can do is claw your back and beg you to fuck him full of some cubs. 

Rook has more favored positions, but he has absolutely no complaints when it comes to the mating press. He likes that he can cling to you and show off how flexible he is! He likes that he can kiss you while you cum. He especially loves the way that your cock reaches so deeply inside of him. However he certainly doesn’t need to be fucked in this position every night to be satisfied. If you maneuver him into it every once in a while, it’ll the do the trick of getting him real worked up and seeing stars. 

Vil will probably claim indifference towards the position, but he loooves it! He’s greedy for your cock, and loves having it feel like you’re churning up his guts with how deep you’re reaching. He likes that you’d have to be focused on him and his pretty face while fucking him. And he especially loves how it feels to have you cumming deep inside of him, making sure there’s not a drop that escapes him. He’s more than flexible enough to do the position nearly every night too.

Idia “hates” the position. He’ll tell you it’s embarrassing, and that it hurts but really he loves it so much. All it takes is one thrust in the position and all excuses die on his tongue. The first time you try it he cums so quick. That isn’t to say that it isn’t a bit embarrassing for him, being so exposed for you, or that it doesn’t hurt a bit (because we all know boy is NOT doing his stretches lmao). It's just that Being Seen a little by someone he loves and trusts, and the subsequent burn in his legs the following morning (that remind him of said fucking) are hardly "negatives". So really, he won’t complain much. 

Malleus enjoys the position a lot! When you explained it to him, I think he really liked the implications coming with the name. He gets all flustered and excited thinking about you being his mate and filling him with babies. He loves having you manhandle him into the position, and the weight of you on top of him more than anything. When he’s deep into subspace having you so close is an incredibly comforting thing. Being the romantic that he is, he also adores being able to see your face while in the position. 

I actually can’t see Lilia being wildly into the position. The things he’d love about it is being so small under you (the size kink goes wild with this position), and having you so close to him. However… I see Lilia as being a very active and squirm-y man. I think he’d much much rather ride you than be put in a mating press. He’s like the opposite of a pillow princess to me dkshgkah. BUT! If you did hypno with him, or maybe somno, he’s very into it and very pliant. He may be old as dust, but he can still stretch and bend like any other twink.

[rinkunwritesstuff]

MDNI‼️

the needy 3rd years need your help in bed...

cw: uuh sexy time, nothing too explicit 😁

[kingschclar]

cw: sub!rook, blowjobs/cunnilingus/rimming (depends on ur biological sex or whatever u want), gn!reader (genitalia isn’t specificed)

rook would be the KING of oral. i can’t explain why but it makes sense. he’s so good with his mouth and he absolutely lives to serve and please you. he’d have such a passionate gaze as he looks up at your face, scrunched up with pleasure. his tongue moves almost expertly and if you looked into his eyes, you could practically see how smitten he was with you.

he wants to make his love feel good! he wants you to be so happy! he’ll obey any commands you give him, even if its telling him to stop and pull away. he’d be a little disappointed, since you taste so sweet, afterall. he wouldn’t even touch himself as he gets you off, though he could probably cum just from giving you head alone.

[sinssmut]

MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

CW: dom top reader, reader has a cock, cock can be read as strap

Rook Hunt is a lover of all things beautiful. So when his lover suggested putting a blindfold on him, he wasn't thrilled. You still managed to talk him into it. After all, you can always take it off for him. But only if he can say it makes your intimate moment ugly.

And that's how he ended up here, panting heavily with your fist in his hair and your cock deep inside him.

He hated to admit it, but the way the blindfold heightened his other senses brought out another beauty he had yet to experience with you. He loved hearing your breath beside his ear and being so alert to every slight touch on his skin. He shudders under you, moaning your name as you gently trace a finger across his body, teasingly sliding down his back that arches under your guidance.

[snowshail]

Rook is so into pred/prey ~

Rook loves when you surprise him by coming up behind him and putting your hand over his mouth and breathing on his neck.

Rook loves when you chase him around like a rabbit.

Rook loves when the tables are being turned on him.

Rook loves being prey ~

[angelsrcute]

Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

Leona, ROOK, Leech twins, Blade, Boothill, Asmo, Barbatos, Childe, Sukuna, TOJI, Scara, Pantalone, Chuuya, DAZAI, Akutagawa + your favs.

[dddomenstarstwst1]

HIIIIII!!! I don’t know if you did this already but can I please request those breeding hcs but with pomefiore!!??

Me when always thinking about breeding anyone–

Breeding Pomefiore (ft.vil, rook and epel)

Warnings: amab!reader

a/n: all characters are depicted as 18+ y/o

Vil Schoenheit

° now, don't get me wrong, but I don't think Vil would enjoy breeding so much. Like, yes, he can tolerate you cumming on him and in him sometimes. But he's just not a big fan

° you can convince him, sure. Say, dedicating a whole evening to decorating the room in rose petals, candles, maybe so romantic music thrown in too. Then I can see him being more open and relaxed to that

° he doesn't like filthy stuff, like feeling sperm of his loved one dripping down his thighs?.. Yeah, okay, he can see how it would be hot

° still, he's more of a do it with a condom guy, besides cleaning it up is a mess, don't even start him

Epel Felmier

° yes, one hundred percent this babe wants to be filled with your cum to the brim, while he chants about how he's gonna be such a good momma for your babies

° tho if you ever mention it to him the other day, he's gonna rip your throat open and feed you to the dogs, don't try him. Or do, especially with his friends just to embarrass him

° anyways, would definitely ride you just to feel you shoot your semen in his and how it drips out of his ass. Also teases you while stuffing it inside like "oh no! Now I lost some of it, I won't become your baby momma! Gotta give me more, quick!"

° he's an ass in private, he knows it. Also lets you take pics of his stuffed hole, then sents them to you while you're busy

Rook Hunt

° mm, yeah, I can see that. Maybe more to file you up rather than genuinely liking this stuff. Kinda conflicted on him liking the children part, he's def into being stuffed full of cum, sure

° will jokingly ask you in the middle of the day if you'll finally make him a mother to your children. With a poker face, followed by his signature smile. He's a menace

° aside from that, he also likes when you take pictures of your cum leaking from his hole and then show it to him

° ooh, don't get me started on butt plugs, stuff him full and make him wear a butt plug all day, he's gonna come crawling to you begging for more

[moraysoiree]

heels

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless.

characters: Rook Hunt x gn!reader tags: smut, dom!reader, reader is shorter than Rook, gn!reader ('reine' – french for 'queen' is used), clothed sex, heels, biting, mentions of blood, slight humiliation word count: 1354

Halloween is the busiest time of year, and most important in terms of boosting the prestige of your alma mater, too. All the more reason to spare no effort in preparation. And so you do, making sure to look your best in the vampire getup Pomefiore have chosen this year. The last touch to your look being the highest heels you could find in Vil’s wardrobe, the deadly and imposing creature of the night image is designed to inspire the basest of fears in the onlooker and pin them to the ground for the taking. And you get the chance to see it in action rather quickly, with your lover as lab rabbit, no less.

As you enter the still empty Hall of Mirrors, the first one to notice you is Rook. He freezes completely right in the midst of a conversation, staring at your form as you approach him, making it more and more obvious that your heels give the usually much shorter you a rare opportunity to tower over him. His conversation partner long gone (everybody knows how insufferable you two are together and prefers to avoid those displays to the best of their ability), Rook comes closer to you, admiration written all over his face as plain as black ink on white paper. ‘Mon amour,’ he takes your hand to his lips and presses a kiss, looking up at you in reverence, ‘Your radiance is most blinding today.’ His eyes travel up and down your body, soaking in this new position you two find yourselves in. ‘Had I known high heels would impress you so, I would’ve worn them much sooner,’ you giggle. ‘Nothing is ever to escape your attention, as expected of the possessor of my heart,’ he laments at being discovered so easily, but you stop him with a finger to his lips. ‘Meet me in the sideroom in an hour,’ and you’re gone with a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving him longing and yearning for your withdrawing presence.

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless. ‘You are positively enchanting today, mon amour. I feel like I would do anything under this mesmeric gaze.’

You are stricken with a curious idea at that declaration. ‘Anything at all?’ you question, all but baring your teeth in a carnivorous smile. ‘Anything, ma reine’, he echoes and kisses a lock of your hair gently, as if to underscore his intent. It takes you a lot not to let out a chuckle of anticipation for what’s to come next.

‘Kneel,’ your voice is firm and leaves no room for debate. Not that there would be any, really, with the way Rook’s eyes widen a bit, laying his emotions to you out on a plate. He processes the order, his eyes crease in delight. Without a word, he complies, slowly descending before you as his hand finds the slit of your dress and slides up your leg. His gaze unfalteringly fixed on yours, Rook kisses your thigh time after time, leaving black lipstick marks all over. His eyes are deep and hungry, you’ve ever seen him look like that at you – as if you are the most fascinating and delicate songbird an archer could lay his gaze upon. And this archer, as of now, is caught in the headlights and at the edge of the arrow you are pointing at him.

With a smile, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, making him fall back a little in surprise. It’s painfully obvious how much this little game of cat and mouse is affecting him. Rook’s expression becomes a tiny bit frenzied in agitation, you know this look to emerge a short moment before he loses control. ‘Uh-huh,’ you chide. ‘Was it not you who said he would do anything for sa reine?’ His face falls theatrically and he throws his hands in the air in defeat, ‘I beg you to pardon my frivolities, but however am I expected to stay still when overwhelmed with such all-consuming beauty? Will you grace this lowly servant with your forgiveness, votre majesté?’ You giggle. ‘I will, for I am a kind ruler,’ you catch yourself thinking that that just now has sounded like a very poor impression of Crowley, but throw this annoying face (or mask, actually) out of your head immediately. ‘Now, how shall my chevalier repent, I wonder,’ you hum. Then your eyes sparkle, and you put your heel onto Rook’s chest, making him fall back even further as he caresses your calf and lowers his head to leave kisses there, too. The way he holds your shin is nothing short of a person holding the most exquisite of treasures, worshipping every inch of your skin with his lips.

His face is thoroughly flushed, and the hooded eyes, fixed on yours with an overflowing desire, leave little to imagination. ‘My, what a peculiar hunter! How he enjoys being driven into the corner,’ you drawl as you slide your leg down to a very telling bulge in his pants. ‘What an unusual display.’ His breath hitches when you press down, fingers tightening around your ankle. ‘Ma reine claims to be merciful, only to mock her poor servant so’, he sighs and shakes his head in fake dejection. You ignore his jests, silently lower onto his lap and push him down by the shoulders, still meeting no resistance whatsoever. You feel Rook grasp your waist with his hands desperately, but don’t break eye contact even for a moment, as you know that your prey will leap onto you the second you lose vigilance. You wrap your hand around his neck and close the distance between your faces, kissing his jawline. ‘Look at you, completely at my mercy now.’ ‘And wouldn’t have it any other way, mon amour,’ Rook whispers, not even trying to hide how he revels in this defeat. You tighten your hand on his neck, and snake the other one between you to cup his dick through the clothes. ‘Tell me?’, you urge him playfully. ‘You are the most fascinating creature to ever grace the lands of this world,’ he manages in a shaky voice as you continue stroking him through the velvety fabric of the fancy vampire costume. He looks the most breathtaking like this, elegant and strong yet still overpowered and bound to your will of his own volition. ‘Were you a wild savannah beast, I would gladly be devoured by your razor-sharp canines and torn by your knife-like claws, if only to surrender to your majestic beauty one last time and quench your bloodthirst,’ white-hot wave engulfs your mind and you clutch his dick harder, letting go of the neck just to yank his head back by the hair and clamp your teeth down on the tender skin so hard as if drawing blood is truly what you intend to do. He comes with a moan, and you keep stroking him through the aftershocks without unclenching your jaws. Only after you feel Rook still do you stop and raise your head to look at him.

The sight awaiting you is gratifying: ragged breaths escaping his chest, parted lips with smudged black lipstick, and, all the more thrilling, the delirious and disoriented look in his half-lidded eyes – it satisfies your hunger better than any hearty meal ever could. You leave a tender kiss on his forehead and get up, leaving Rook down on the floor beneath you, motionless and utterly ruined. You plant your heels on both sides of his head and look down, making sure to commit this sight to memory. ‘Come on, mon petit lapin, it’s high time we got back to work,’ your right shoe nudges his cheek softly and you leave, the clacking of your heels thinning out as you exit the room. Paralyzed, Rook moves no muscle in his body, his glassy eyes just boring the ceiling with a thousand-yard stare.

‘Beauté…’

[applesaucethatsme]

i NEED more pathetic rook, its a craving that i have to search the more... interesting parts of the fandom for (if that even makes sense) anyways, i absolutely love him hes so silly but it would be nice to see him so utterly obsessed with his s/o

like maybe all of his crushes rejected him because they thought he was weird due to his weird ass habits 😭 not me though

heart eyes rook staring lovingly at his s/o without them knowing 💀💀 this man is submissive and ready to do anything for his s/o 🤗

[sister-lucifer]

So, it seems that Catboy Idia will forever have residence in my brain. 

featuring: trans idia, afab he/she vil, Rook being a pervert

Imagine, if you will:

Catboy Idia as Vil and Rook’s new pet. He’s very shy, of course, always hiding in his baggy sweaters and wrapping his fiery blue tail around himself. He would warm up eventually, but that sheepish nature would never completely go away.

That’s what makes him so fun to tease. 

Rook is most definitely the worst offender. Always tugging on his sensitive little tail, making him mewl and whine, tugging up his shirt to expose his tummy, always toying with the fabric of his shorts. 

But i’d imagine Vil would want in on it too. He’d be more subtle with it, though. Planting himself on Idia’s lap even when there’s plenty of room on the couch, mindlessly messing with his hair, brushing up against him and letting her warm breath fan over his neck. 

Although, Rook would be the one to up the ante the first time Idia went into heat. 

It would be a full week of nothing but a red faced Idia, the house(re:mansion) almost constantly ringing with his desperate moans. 

Rook insists that he should wear as little as possible; it’s more comfortable that way, but really he just enjoys having access to his cunt whenever he likes. Idia can’t stand still for two seconds without Rook lifting his oversized sweater, making him cover his face in embarrassment. It’s true that this made things easier, and that Idia’s heat was making him desperately horny, but so many of these “precautions” Rook insisted on were just so embarrassing, like how he insists that Idia keep a toy stuffed deep in his cunt whenever he’s home alone with no one to take care of him. And, if Rook comes home to find Idia’s removed it OR tried to make himself cum without permission, a punishment will certainly be in order.

It’d be even worse once Vil got in on it. For one week every month, her strap on sees more work than you could even imagine. He’d sit on the couch with it on, commanding Idia to come sit down on his lap, merely chuckling at his embarrassment as he hides in her neck when Rook walks in. He simply sits next to Vil as if nothing is wrong, giving her a quick kiss and carrying on with a casual conversation. What’s not so casual, though, is the way his hand slides up Idia’s back, eventually finding his tail; a perfect little toy to tug on.

Rook demands that Idia always has his cunt ready for them, that he never ever tries to hide from them. Idia obeys, even if he goes red hot when Rook stares at his bare pussy, going on and on about how beautiful it is, how wet it is for him. 

I think Idia would be the kind of pet you’d want a collar for. That way Vil can control him, control his pleasure, even though he rarely ever has to when he’s so well behaved. It’s merely for her own entertainment, to watch him whimper as she pulls him closer. 

For one week a month, Idia turns into the perfect, pliant little toy. For one week a month, no matter how humiliating a task, Idia will do it. For one week a month Idia gladly presents his cunt to Vil and Rook, showing off the way it drips and soaks his thighs.

For one week a month, they have a personal catboy to use however they see fit. 

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 11: Pet play + panty sniffing

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom bottom afab gn reader, sub top Rook Hunt, pet play, panty sniffing, degradation, masochism, humilation, premature ejaculation, praise, heavy dumbification, google translate french lmao

terms used for reader: entrance, hole

You don't have to say a thing when you open the door, revealing Rook with his face pressed into a pair of your underwear. He made eye contact with you as soon as you'd entered (he wanted to be caught so of course he was on high alert waiting for you). All you have to do is give him a look and he removes the garments from his face with a whine.

"Naughty bunny," you tut as you close and lock the door behind you. Rook is practically vibrating under your gaze. 

"Really," you start, crossing the space between you, "you're acting more like a pig than a good bunny." Of course you’re only mildly shocked to find him like this, but the growing heat and wetness between your legs reveals how much you like it.

"Non," Rook whispers, but his eyes are lit up with excitement at your degradation.

"No? You are my good bunny?" You ask, taking the underwear from his hands. Rook nods his head and you smile, "then show me," he knows exactly what your command means.

Obediently he turns back to your dresser, taking his bunny ears out, along with his fluffy white tail butt plug and lube. He undresses himself quickly while still making sure he doesn’t wrinkle his clothes (being the perfect vice housewarden of Pomefiore that he is), looking at you occasionally to make sure you’re still watching him.

He attaches his ears to his head and lays on your bed, slicking up his fingers then hastily pressing them inside himself. Rook makes quick work of opening himself up, letting out the sweetest moans and whimpers as he does so. 

“You’re stretched enough,” you tell him after a moment, not because Rook would get off on his fingers without your permission, but because you’re eager to move on. 

“Yes master,” he agrees quietly, carefully removing his fingers from himself and slides in his tail. Rook then pulls himself off the bed, standing in front of you, bowing his head in submission. 

Again you close the space between the two of you, reaching up to adjust his ears- they weren’t sloppy, you just want to hear the way his breathing quickens when you reach out to touch him. 

“Turn around,” you tell him softly, not even sparing a glance at his hard, red cock. Rook does as he’s told, turning so you can see his ass and the fluffy tail now settled between his cheeks. You let a hand come down to squeeze his ass, grinning when Rook lets out a choked sound at the sensation. You’d bet money that his hole is fluttering around his plug right now. 

“I know you weren’t trying to be naughty,” you run your hand from his ass up his back, “you’re just a silly bunny” Rook whines softly when you tug on the back of his hair, “who doesn't know any better, isn’t that right?”

“Oui,” he gasps out. You manhandle him around, so he’s facing you again. His cheeks are flushed now, his normally sharp and attentive green eyes lidded as he looks at you through his lashes.

“My horny, dumb bunny,” you coo, leaning in to kiss him. Rook, who is desperate for affection and attention at this point, tries to deepen the kiss. You pull away before he can,

“If I ask you a question will you have enough brains to answer?” you ask, running your hands down his chest and towards his groin. 

“Oui master,” he mumbles softly, his eyes flicking down in anticipation to where your hands will go.

“Do you want me to fuck your slutty bunny hole,” he squeezes his eyes closed, and lets out a guttural moan when you finally take a hold of his neglected cock. “Or,” you begin stroking him slowly, “do you want to fuck me, and give me your litter?” He gasps, leaning into your touch, his cock twitching at your words.

You continue to stroke him, but when you don’t receive an answer after a few minutes, you pinch at the head of his cock. 

“Merde,” he gasps, his hips rutting up involuntarily,

“I need an answer, dumb bunny,” you remind him, pecking his lips as you go back to stroking him.

“Ah,” he licks his lips after you kiss him, “s'il vous plaît, may I please fuck you master,” he asks so sweetly. 

“Good bunny,” you praise, kissing him again, and granting him the privilege of your tongue inside his mouth. When you pull away he’s breathless already, his pupils dilated. “Sit on the bed,” you command, pushing him gently back. 

Rook tries (and fails) to muffle the sound that comes out of him when he sits on the bed, pushing the plug deeper into his hole. You leave your shirt on- enjoying the imbalance of him being fully nude while you’re clothed- and take off your pants. The next to come off are your freshly soaked panties, which you unceremoniously toss at him. Rook catches them, and brings them to his face, moaning loudly as he inhales like a drowning man coming up for air. 

While he’s preoccupied with that you straddle his lap, taking the lube and quickly doing the bare minimum of prep work to your entrance. When your fingers leave your body and you instead turn your attention to coating Rook’s cock, he peeks out from behind your underwear. 

“Barely had to prep myself for your tiny bunny cock,” you tease, squeezing his base gently. Rook moans, but it’s muffled by the panties. 

Stabilizing yourself by placing your hands on his chest you carefully hoist yourself up, lining his dick with your hole. 

Both of you groan as you sink down on his dick. With the amount of lube you used and how wet you are combined, it doesn’t take long for you to be fully seated on top of him. You take Rook’s hands in yours, lowering the underwear from his face. 

“Show me how good of a bunny you can be,” you murmur softly. Rook discards your underwear, wrapping his arms around you instead. He holds you close as he begins to frantically rut his hips up into you. “Oh there we go,” you praise, shakily tucking his hair behind his ear, then playing with his faux bunny ones. 

It’s not often that Rook fucks you, and it’s even less often for him to do so in this headspace, so you nearly forget how wild he gets. You’d nearly mistake him for a beastman with the way he ruts into you like an animal, keening and whimpering, nuzzling his face into your skin and inhaling deeply. 

“Good,” you groan out breathlessly, “good boy Rook, fuck-fucking me so well,” you praise, curling your fingers in his hair and tugging. Rook babbles something incoherent, something that’s probably a mix of French and English that you can’t be bothered with deciphering as his cock fills and leaves you at an inconsistent pace. 

He humps his dick into you like a good bunny, drawing all sorts of praise and noise from you, until his hands are grasping frantically at your skin- a telltale sign that he’s going to cum soon. 

“Hah- cumming,” he gasps, and you’re surprised he’s speaking at all, nevertheless speaking in English. 

“Mngh, gonna cum bunny?” he nods, his ears bunny flopping around cutely. “That’s okay, ah, you can cum, fuh-fill me up,” he lets out a cry that sounds almost like your name, snapping his hips up into you roughly as he cums with your permission. You groan, your hands tightening into fists at the sensation. 

“Master,” he whines softly when he finally catches his breath, looking up at you with pleading eyes. 

“Oh I know bunny,” you cup one of his cheeks gently, “you feel bad getting off before me, huh?” he nods, leaning into your touch. “It’s okay, my dumb little bunny, you’ll make me cum, won’t you?” Rook nods again, more enthusiastically, “good. At least you know how to do that.”

Rook gives you a pleased grin, and for lack of better words, you know the two of you are going to be fucking like rabbits all night long.

[rkvils]

if only rook existed and he was a vampire and he drank my blood through my wrist as he looks up at me

[lanshappycorner]

Rollo is also French but he looks at Rook and is like ‘you’re the scum of the earth why are you exaggerating your accent’

In other words I want Rollo to say “Je’taime” to Yuu and Yuu needing to ask Rook what it means

ain't rook like...fake french lol hes from afterglow savanna right💀💀 cater, vil, and jack are the real french kids.....

but i think that would be really funny rollo just looks at rook like "u fake bitch🤨". and yuu having to ask rook what that meant is kinda cute ngl but rollo would probs get so embarrassed that yuu went to go ask rook sjfjsd

[pixieberry992]

My art for the Nevermoor Big Bang! I was paired with @frayro-called-frey and you can read their fic with the link!

@nevermoorcentral @nevermoorbigbang

[IMAGE ID: A digital drawing of Rook Rosenfeld and Lambeth Amara from Nevermoor. They are sitting in front of a large, ornately engraved fireplace, talking. There is a roaring fire which is projecting orange light on the characters and the ground before it. Lam is sitting on the left, with her legs crossed, staring at the fire and Rook is on the right with one leg before her talking to Lam directly. Lam is wearing the Wunsoc uniform and Rook is wearing a dark purplish grey dress. Apart from the fire the background is mostly dark. IMAGE ID END]

[scary-wizard-tower]

characters: king, rook

nsfw

special kinks: bondage, overstimulation, degradation, sadism/masochism

length: 2.6k

minors dni

It was dark.

Chains dug into the plating on King’s wrists, holding him just high enough off the ground that he could barely stand flat-footed. Only one light shone overhead. His exposed plating only let the cold air get to him faster, his clothes off somewhere out of sight.

Heavy footsteps. He could see two glowing pinpricks of light, accompanied by the harshness of a power core.

“Hello, King.” Rook’s voice purred. “I am so glad we could finally conduct our business.”

King shuddered at the sound of his speech. As his eyes got used to the darkness beyond his yellow halo, he could see Rook’s massive outline standing before him.

“Rook.” King squeaked. Rook chuckled, putting a finger to King’s lips.

“You do not need to speak.” he said. “You will have all of the time in the world to give me your pathetic mewling. Why waste your breath now?”

Rook slowly began circling him, each of his steps intentional and patient. Calculated. His gaze was almost analytical, looking over every plating seam and joint. Perhaps it was more predatory, as if he were finding his prey’s weaknesses.

King could see Rook's plating crisscrossed by the thick leather straps of the harness he wore. It only accentuated his strong, powerful form, and King found himself short of breath.

Rook completed his circle and stopped in front of King again, reaching forward and putting a hand ever so gently on his cheek.

“You poor little thing.” he cooed. “I cannot wait to watch you fall apart in front of me.”

Before King could answer, Rook stepped away, out of sight. King pulled against his chains, but they held fast. He looked up, but he couldn't see where they ended.

Then, Rook reappeared, this time stepping into the light.

“I want to hear you beg for mercy, King.” he said coolly. He came even closer, and King could only keep his eyes up on his face. “But even so…it will never arrive.”

King could feel Rook’s hands on his stomach, slowly descending as he traced the lines in his plating, until finally, he stopped. King then gasped as Rook slowly slipped a toy into King’s waiting slit before stepping back again.

“Rook, what are you–”

He wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. King gasped again as he felt the toy inside him begin to buzz.

“Now…” Rook said. “How far can I take you?”

King whined, shuddering again. The chains held his weight even as his trembling legs threatened to give out. Rook resumed his circling.

“You were made for my entertainment, King. I must always remind you of that. We cannot afford you forgetting, can we?”

“I-I can't forget, Rook!” King answered, the desperation already creeping into his voice. “You-you won't…you won't let me!”

Rook laughed.

“I know. What do you think all this is for?”

King hadn't caught his breath. How he wanted to be ravaged, completely and utterly obliterated, but Rook was ever methodical and ever calculating. King wasn't going to get what he wanted.

“You are powerless, King. Give up your inhibitions now. It will only save you time.” he said. “Or perhaps not. It is not up to you, is it?”

A moan escaped King’s throat. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying desperately not to lose his composure. His fluids dripped onto the floor below him, drool pooling in his mouth. Rook chuckled.

“I know everything that makes you tick. You will not last very long, will you, King?”

How badly King wanted to prove him wrong. He had a stronger will than that! This had turned into a show of constitution, of just how long King could handle Rook’s tirade.

“You-you’re…you're–fuck, you're dead wrong.” King managed to sputter. “I-I’m not gonna let you win.”

“Always so headstrong, aren't you, King?”

King whimpered in response, the heat between his legs continuing to grow. And Rook hadn't even touched him yet! He involuntarily began to twitch his hips, the toy’s relentless stimulation not letting up.

Rook snorted.

“You are always so willing to get on your knees or open your legs for anybody that is willing to take you.” he said. “This is your punishment for being a little slut.”

The word hissed past Rook’s mouth like venom. It was jarring coming from him. King shuddered once more.

“Who do you belong to, King?”

King drew in a shaky breath, still trying to keep his composure. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying to will his mouth to form words, but another moan left his lips.

“I asked you a question, King. Do not make me ask again.”

King’s entire body had begun to tremble like a lost kitten on the street.

“I-I b-belong to-to you!” he managed to squeak.

Rook narrowed his eyes.

“I cannot understand you when you are blubbering like a toddler.”

King gritted his teeth, squirming in his place against his binds. The toy stuck in his sensitive loins did not let up, and he was certain Rook would ensure it wouldn't in the future.

“Now. Answer me.”

King’s breath came in short gasps. There was growing tension in his nethers as Rook pushed him ever closer to the edge.

“Rook–Rook, please, I-I can't…I c-can't…”

“You cannot what?”

Rook grabbed King's chin, their faces inches apart from each other.

“Your little whore mouth is hardly good for speech, anyway.” he growled, parting King’s jaws with his thumb. “It is such a pity you are hanging where you are. Your punishment keeps me from filling the empty space with my cock.”

King could only imagine it. More than anything he wanted to taste Rook as his mouth was completely overstuffed, to be hardly anything more than an object for his pleasure.

God, he was getting delirious.

“Rook, I-I’m g-gonna–” he stammered. Rook interrupted him.

“Do you really think you are deserving of such a thing?”

King didn't know how long he'd be able to hold himself back. He just whined pathetically in response. Rook let go of his chin, continuing his circle.

“Who do you belong to, King?”

King’s breathing became more ragged. He clenched his hands into fists, tightly enough he was certain he'd break something in his fingers.

“I-I belong to you! I always have!” he managed to splutter. Rook chuckled.

“I knew you were capable.”

King couldn't handle it anymore. His stomach tensed and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and he cried out without any regard as to how loud he was as he finally came, more of his fluids dripping down his legs.

The toy didn't stop.

King looked wearily up at him.

“R-Rook, gi-give me a second, I–”

It wasn't the word. Rook stepped off into the darkness again.

“No.”

Suddenly, King felt the vibration of the toy grow more intense, and he gasped roughly again.

This thing had multiple settings?

He writhed against his chains, but they didn't budge.

“I do not think you are truly bearing the weight of your punishment.” Rook mused. “After all, why should we stop here? Someone as constantly, pathetically horny as you must suffer the adequate consequences.”

King watched Rook as he picked something up from a table that was just out of sight. He could hear the rattle of more chains, and suddenly felt a new wave of energy wash over him.

As Rook began his circling again, King saw the chain in question dragging on the floor behind him, the metallic scraping sound filling the room more than the toy.

“I should not have to share my pets with other people.” Rook growled. “Letting you roam free is a generous act of kindness, King. To think you would take advantage of such a thing…it simply makes my blood boil.”

Rook stood behind King, drawing back and suddenly lashing his bare plating with the chain. King cried out when he did, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

God, he looked pathetic. Rook couldn't help but stand there for a moment and take in the scene he’d created; the pathetic beast in front of him, willing to follow his every beck and call, hopelessly powerless in front of him. The tight leather pants he wore had grown considerably tighter.

“Rook…Rook, please…” King struggled.

“Please, what?”

Rook pulled back and gave King another lash, earning yet another meaningless cry.

He circled back around in front of King, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. King nodded in response, as best as he could, anyway, and Rook returned to his place behind him.

“I want to hear you beg, King.” Rook snarled. King squirmed against his binds again, even though he fully knew they still wouldn't give way.

Rook gave him another lash.

King’s mouth hung open as he panted, pleasure and pain blending together in his mind. He couldn't hold back his moaning, long having given up what little composure he had to begin with, only succumbing to Rook’s relentless torture.

“Please, I-I…f-fuck, I…I c-can't…”

Rook just laughed.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, King.” he purred. “Oh, if only I had a mirror. Then you would see just how much of a laughable little bastard you are.”

King braced himself just in time for another lash from the chain. There were tears streaming down his face, but god, he didn't want to stop. The toy in his slit still hummed away, ever resilient in his tender loins. He was already close to another orgasm.

Rook walked another circle around him, and King could see the bulge pressing against the crotch of his pants. He swallowed the spit that had collected in his mouth.

“I treat you so well, King. Unfortunately, you truly did bring this upon yourself.” Rook said. “You cannot even speak to me.”

It was beginning to become too much.

The stings from the lashes only made the stimulation from the toy much stronger, and vice versa. King looked up at Rook's face again, shaking.

“What is it you want, King? Freedom? Absolution from the consequences of your actions?” Rook questioned, idly toying with the chain in his hands. “Mercy? Oh, did I not tell you in the beginning that you would not find it here?”

“Rook, I-I…p-please, I j-just…I just need a m-minute–”

“No. I want to see your undoing, King. How many more times can I make you cum for me? How much longer will it take for you to unravel at the seams?”

“God, fuck!” King shouted. “Please, Rook!”

Rook swung the chain back and forth in front of him, as if to tease him.

“What a thing of beauty you are.” he sneered. “An object only for my use. Is that not true?”

“It-it’s true, R-Rook!”

“Finally. A real answer from you.”

King continued to gasp and pant like an overheated dog, writhing and thrashing against his binds again, until finally, he once again reached his climax.

King's head tilted back as he screamed upward toward the ceiling, another deluge of his fluids dripping from his slit. His body spasmed as he did, his knees threatening to give out beneath him.

He looked up pleasingly at Rook, who folded his arms across his chest.

The toy didn't stop.

“My turn.” Rook said. He walked up to King, reaching up and releasing the binds that held him, only to use his chain to tie King’s wrists together behind him.

“Get on your knees.”

Without question, King dropped to his knees on the floor, bucking his hips around the toy, biting his lip as he did. He looked up at Rook, almost in a sort of daze, watching him as he stepped back.

Rook ran his thumb along the waistband of his own pants, unclasping the leather belt that held them up. He let them fall slightly, his cock finally freed from its hiding place beneath the tight material.

King swallowed more saliva as he watched.

“You truly are a perfect pet, King.” Rook purred, using one of his hands to gently pump his length. “You have a chance to redeem yourself.”

King couldn't take his eyes off of Rook, but he didn't necessarily want to. He was tired, he was weary, but despite it, the massive, impossibly perfect man before him gave him whatever little strength he still had. The impressive member before him was dripping pre, just waiting to be plunged into whatever hole Rook chose for it.

“Open your mouth.”

There it was.

King parted his jaws, and Rook wasted no time pushing the tip of his cock inside. King's desperate mouth took as much of it as he could possibly muster, and then a bit more, saliva running down his chin. Rook slowly started moving himself in and out, putting a hand on the back of King's head.

The toy inside King still tirelessly buzzed away. He whined around Rook’s cock, but got no meaningful answer.

“You continue to impress me with the way you can take so much. Perhaps you are learning from your punishment, after all.”

Rook increased his pace, his package slamming into King's chin each time he moved his girth inside. He ran his fingers through King's hair, electing to hold onto his horn as they went.

King felt each time Rook's cock struck the back of his throat. The relentless pounding continued on and on, with King desperately moving his own hips back and forth with the toy still inside his fleshy interior.

He was already close again, and beyond that, he didn't know if he could handle another. Rook moaned softly, and King couldn't help but feel another burst of energy at the sound. King was made only to serve Rook, wasn't he?

Rook’s thrusts grew more intense. His pleasured moaning soon turned into primal grunts, his teeth clenched in anticipation as he finally got the stimulation he so deserved. The heat in King's loins once again grew. Now it was a race between the two of them to see who would cum first.

Then, finally, Rook pushed his cock as far inside King’s mouth as it would go, roaring as his massive load of hot seed shot its way down King’s throat. He gave a few more heavy thrusts, until he sat there at rest for a moment.

King whined and squirmed. His mind begun to cloud as he made it to the edge once more, his entire body shaking as a third orgasm overtook him, making a further mess of the floor below him.

Rook chuckled as he pulled himself out, a strand of cum mixed with saliva connecting his cock to King's lips.

Finally, Rook turned the toy off.

King groaned.

Rook gently knelt down in front of him, stuffing himself back into his pants.

“Are you alright?”

King fought to catch his breath, shakily nodding. Rook reached around and untied the chains from around King's wrists, then gently took him up into his arms and stood up. He wiped King's face with his thumb.

“Jeez…” King breathed. Rook chuckled as he carefully set him down in a chair, finding their bathrobes where they hung on the wall and handing King’s to him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

King rested his head back on the chair after pulling his robe on, giving Rook a tired thumbs up in response.

“I need water.” he mumbled. “And food.”

“Of course.” Rook replied, tying the belt on his own robe. He knelt down next to King's chair, and they both leaned into a nice, tender kiss. “I will be back in a moment.”

He stood up and started heading for the door, stopping when King spoke.

“Rook?”

“Yes?”

“I…I love you.”

Rook’s face was soft in a way it was only when he looked at King.

“I love you too.”

[dddomenstarstwst1]

can i request a fic with rook and a sadistic amab reader fulfilling his masochistic fantasies? literally just them going ROUGH

Hi, of course! Hope you like, I'm not sadistic dom myself, more of a soft one, but I tries my best!

Hunt a Prey (ft.rook)

Warnings: sub!rook, dom!amab!reader, slight s/m dynamics, spanking, degradation, blowjob, deep throat, face fucking, riding, kinda clothed sex, biting, mentions of blood play(?) nothing too serious

a/n: character is depicted as 18+ y/o

A sharp sound resonated across the dark room. Your palm hurt from how much it made contact with Rook's skin. His ass was a mess, littered with red shapes of what once resembled your hand.

"Have you learned your lesson now? Or should I spank your filthy ass another twenty times?" You were met with nothing more than a broken whine that turned into chokes as you brought your hand to Rook's butt. Massaging sensitive cheeks, you tilted his head to look at you.

His eyes were hazy, glossed with lust, a dumb smile played on his lips. He was enjoying himself too much, it seems, "Goodness, what a dumb bitch you are! Can't even answer a simple 'yes or no' question. I'm disappointed."

Rook drops his gaze, before he slowly places a hand over your clothed crotch. His silent question is met with your nod of approval. Freeing your dick of its restraints, Rook lets his tongue slide from your base to the tip. His eyes close at the taste of precum, as his lips wrap around the head, bobbing a bit.

"Is that all you can give me? Really pathetic, y'know?" You say, before grabbing a handful of Rook's messy blond locks. His eyes widen and practically roll to the back of his skull, as you use his mouth as a fleshlight. He gags, hands flying up to grab your thighs, but you continue abusing his throat like there's no tomorrow.

"Don't make that face, I know you love it rough. You're a stupid whore after all," Rook feels tears build in his eyes, wetting his cheeks. His jaws went slack, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth. "Shit, slut! Your throat is so tight."

You can almost feel your climax already, – the feeling of cumming in Rook's mouth, making him gag and choke on your load, then watching him struggle as he swallows it all, and finishing it by kissing him, tasting yourself on your own tongue. You have to stop yourself from cumming just from your fantasies.

You tug Rook off of your cock, earning a choked whine. He pants, dumb expression on his face. You pull him on your lap, not giving him anytime to prepare as your dick enters him halfway in one go. Rook swears in French, at least you think it's French with how slurred the words come out.

"Ride me," He nods, lifting his weight off your length, before slamming it down to the base. Sounds of skin-to-skin fill your room, as Rook struggles to keep his pace even. What's worse is how you left him to do all the work himself.

Oh, how cruel you were.

"Why so slow? Can't go any faster, hm? Too dumb and useless to do even that?" You scoff and slam your hips against his, your hands already around his waist, as you pick up the pace. Thanks to position you had him in, it was easier to hit deeper.

Nails drag across your spine, teeth dig in your shoulder, breaking skin and drawing blood. You hiss at sudden pain, pulling his hair to make him look at you. His lips are covered in a thin layer of your blood.

"Fucker," You kiss him, licking blood from his bottom lip, before darting your tongue in his open mouth. Metallic taste spreads on your taste buds, drawing a groan from you. Your hips snap at his, hand still in his hair, you grip Rook's hip till it's bruised. One more addition to his already bruise littered body, something he'll cherish until they disappear and he asks for more.

And you'll be glad to paint his skin purple, for as long as he begs for it.