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etherealsdreaming · 1 year

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When They See Her Naked 💜

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💜 It was another average day under the syrian heat of the sun to the kick of sand as you fought off your opponent. After a few hours you called it a day and headed to your bedroom, closing the door and pulling off the many layers of clothing to your person. Unknown to you, Altair laid on your bed, reading, then watching as you stripped in front of him. You sighed and turned around stopping in your tracks as he raised a handsomely dark brow at your reaction. Your body finally catching up with your mind you ran towards the window curtain covering your body and sending out demands of his reason for being here. He stood up, setting the book down on the bedside and said, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen…” He walked towards the door and stopped; looking over his shoulder he continued, “or to be embarrassed about…. You’re beautiful…” Leaving the room with a gentle closing of the door you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You didn’t know if you were insulted or honored by his comment only that he sent a deep red blush that covered your body.

Ezio Auditore

💜 You arrived back at the base to report your findings. But when Ezio saw the amount of blood covering your clothes he rushed to check you. You assured him it was not your own, he sighed in relief and offered you his room to get cleaned up in. As you finished bathing, unknowingly Ezio set a new pair of clothes by the bed when he saw your beautiful naked body climbing out of the bath with water running down those long curvy legs. Before you could even notice his presence he hid behind the dressing screen. He couldn’t help but take a few glances, worried at first; that you may have lied because of your pride. He was relieved you were unharmed as the only sight he saw were the curves, soft creamy skin and the beautiful sized breasts your body possessed. And at the moment you turned away; he quietly snuck out to get some fresh air and imagine all the things he could do to please you.

Connor Kenway

💜 Joining Connor on a long journey; you both decided to find a place to camp out for the night. While he went out to gather firewood and set up camp; you left to the river close by to wash off all the dirt and blood from your earlier encounter with red coats. Then you heard a movement in the bushes, scaring you you let out a scream. When Connor heard your scream he dropped the pieces of wood and ran towards the river, looking around he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of your bare naked body before him. When you turned around at the sound of shuffling feet, you attempted to cover yourself up. Both a blushing mess he turned away from you. “What happened?” “A-a animal in the bushes… It’s gone now, you can go…” He nodded and left silently. For the rest of the evening you both were put in awkward silence at the occurrence that happened earlier.

Arno Dorian

💜 Being best friends with Arno provided a sanctuary of safety. So when you got injured on a mission he immediately requested a doctor to the cafe and refused to leave your side till you were completely healed. He only left after you persuaded him to go on the mission the council was asking for. When he was finally gone on a mission you slowly got out of bed and attempted to start undressing for a bath. Unfortunately, he arrived home early and inquired your reason for walking about. You insisted your need for a bath and when it didn’t look like he’d win, he sighed and offered to help. Despite being close and him not knowing your feelings; it didn’t stop you from being self-conscious. But you appreciated when he tried not to stare and when he removed your clothes and helped you into the bath. Later he came back with fresh clothes and a towel. Drying your legs, he accidentally looked up when you spoke to him; leaving you only to embarrass yourself more and almost tripping when you attempted to grab the towel, he handed it to you and looked away blushing. “You’re beautiful…” in return you blushed and shyly replied, “Maybe I should finish this myself…” he nodded and walked out the door. It was something you both tried not to talk about afterwards.

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ridingtorohan · 6 months

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𓇻 ft. shay cormac x assassin recruit gn reader 𓇻 warnings! minor spoilers for AC Rogue. alcohol consumption + minor injury. 𓇻 au. reader is Hope and Liam's newest addition to the Brotherhood. Unfortunately, you've just learned about Shay's involvement... long after you've already met him. 𓇻 enjoy! feel free to like, reblog, or send in asks! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎read on ao3! - masterlist - join the taglist!

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"Looks like you've got a right shiner this time."

It's a voice you recognize, even through the thick of the fog. With bottle of brandy in hand, opening to your bottom lip, you've managed to cool the swell of your ego better than you have your bruise. Tongue darts out, pushing at your upper lip.

His glove rests to your cheekbone, index finger trailing softly over tender skin. Never tender enough because you flinch instinctively, expression pulling tighter. Guarded was never a flattering expression on Shay and it certainly wasn't now. Nose wrinkling, you incline your head away, the cold now freshly stinging.

Even though it's been a few hours, the tenderness hasn't gone down, still bitter and sitting coloured beneath the flush of your skin. At least you've managed the swelling some. The ghost of Shay's fingers on your skin lingers. You turn away, nursing the bottle with another sip. With a low, wanting creak of wood, the saloon's deck groans beneath Shay's weight as he shifts, back turned towards the banister, eyes always on you. Elbows resting over the rails, fresh snow lines the roots of his dark hair, skin still unbothered by the cold. So he's the one you heard step out after you.

"Did Hope give it to ye?" He asked, voice low and careful, eyes still impossibly dark, even when the warm tavern light dances over his features. Your mouth twists, sour line worrying into the skin.

"Liam."

"Ah." Then, "Well, he's always been a right git anyhow."

Looking at him like this, an air of familiarity drifting between you two, it almost tempers the sorrow and grief that still echoes in your bones. The insisting song of rage and injustice. Your fingers curl tighter around the bottle- and you see it too. How Shay's eyes don't even dart away but a barely perceptible twitch. Always watching each movement. A biting scoff rises in your throat before you can stop it.

For everything that Hope and Liam had trained you for, for all the burdens you bore, memories and lessons drilled into your head- this was not how you thought it would go.

Because every scary story told to you, every drill and hasty explanation- it was all because of him. Every bruise and aching joint- every nasty remark and lessons forced well past their dues. Even Achilles, as senile as he seemed, remarked upon the force the Brotherhood trained you.

All to avenge ghosts of Assassins you didn't know, never had a chance to know. All for a Brotherhood that had been tarnished before you joined.

You were meant to replace Shay, you realize that now. A bitter truth that had come to a head earlier that night, when Liam saw how you held your blades. Accosted you for it, demanding where you learned it from. 'From Shay', you had wanted to say, because it had been the truth. Then the rest of it followed, with Hope pleading with you to leave for the night while everyone cooled down. While they cooled down.

Looking back, you should have known better than to accept some strange man's friendly banters in taverns. Known better than to walk his boat, learning its knots better than you learned your knives.

It makes sense. Shay befriended you to sniff out the Assassin's plans. It made sense. Just as it made sense that Liam tried building you into a better tool, trying to outpace the losses that the Brotherhood had suffered.

'It's not fair.'

You think how his hands felt on your sides, careful in his guidance. Teaching you with a far greater patience than Liam had, with far kinder methods than Hope's. You had learned better under Shay- and somehow, that made it all worse, stinging more than the betrayal did.

"I hate you," you tell him. Shay tilts his head, little more than an acknowledgement. Eyes studying you, judging your reaction. Fog puffs in front of his face with his slow exhale. The wind blows it back, dusting across dark eyes before disappearing into the night.

"I know."

Still, even though you know, even though he knows, neither of you move. It's just the slow tilt of the bottle against your lips, burning motion of liquor down your throat. Cold seeping through your clothes, always too thin, never durable enough for the winter. Something that Shay had tried to correct you on but Kesegowaase didn't care for. Always too busy for your innate questions.

You want to hate Shay for everything. Pin it all on him. It'd be the easiest way. Give in to what your mentors had been trying to drill into your head: enemy, enemy, enemy.

Glass presses to your lips again. Shay's fingers ghost over yours, leather pressing light to exposed fingers. A grip that remains solid - but not insistent... and with the patience of a man that wouldn't exist in the Shay that the Brotherhood knew.

But he lets you take another drink anyway. You weren't a lightweight. Shay had made sure of that.

"Are you going to kill me?" You decide on saying when the fire has tempered in your throat. All that's left is the chill in your eyes, the nip of frost and frozen winds on your cheeks.

His fingers remain on the bottle and with a light tug, you concede, letting him bring it to his own lips. Cleanshaven, unlike the scruffy remnants that you had been sworn to. In all the ways that matter, he's unlike the man you've been told about. But you can see where the threat lies, the careful way he tilts his shoulders, languid but prepared. That part of the stories are true.

"Only if our blades cross," Shay responds, swallow audible, eyes dark as he peers at you over the neck of the bottle. He passes it to you, fingers brushing over yours.

Fingers connect. You try not to memorize how they feel.

"They'll order me to kill you," you decide to say.

Shay blinks, then blinks again when the snow lingers on his lashes. "Aye. And I won't let you." You scoff bitterly against the bottle. You both have roles to play. You just wish yours wasn't this.

You turn your eyes away, skimming over the balcony, out into the rolling hills of snow. More powder falls from the sky, dusting across your shoulders, frozen kisses upon cold-flushed skin. It'd be easy, you know, for Shay to just reach over and slide his blade into your neck. Nobody would hear you. Even with gold light dusting over the white expanse ahead, there's still dark shadows. You're both still isolated.

The music in the other room sounds so far away.

He doesn't move and you get to take another drink.

You think, then, that this isn't all there is. That there's more to the man that you were told about. That words uttered with hate or hellfire don't amount to the hours you've spent by his side, listening to some bawdy tale that Gist told him.

Then, in the same breath, you think: he doesn't have to kill me and I don't have to kill him.

Then, in another: what if there was another way?

Because for all the assassins are, good teachers aren't one of them. That you still swore to protect the innocent and your blade hasn't known flesh. In all these moments, caught between the Homestead and someone you had thought you had known, there exists things that you don't know. Impossibly, that there might be kindness beyond this rage and suffering that everyone has been dealt.

Again, in your mind's eye, you feel the shadow of Shay's gloves on your arms and waist, correcting your stance. Think of Achilles' words, heated and grave. Of Hope's flattering gait as she leads you through her warehouse.

"Shay, what-" You turn, throat tight, shadows and aches lingering in your mind still. There's nothing there, the impressions of his boots filling with the drifting of snow. Only gloves left on the railing, cuffs rimmed with fur. Still warm, even as you press chapped and shaking fingers inside, leather cushioning your palms. Because this is who Shay is, always watching out for you.

The next sip of the bottle goes down tasteless, no longer satisfying. The despair doesn't run as hot in your blood anymore, though the sense of betrayal lingers. Except now you wonder, just who exactly you feel betrayed by.

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asscrackcreed · 2 years

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Taking a Break (Smut)

Haytham x gn!Reader | Commission by @enby-coffin

Prompt: I'm interested in a Haytham x gn!reader. Most fanfics I see of him, he's always suave and flirtatious, but I'd like to see one where the reader initiates the romance. Cause he's a workaholic and doesn't want to take the time to meet people.

Note: MAN I'M SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS - Commissions are open!

“I just have a little more work to finish.”

“And what about your other responsibilities?” You huffed, “Like me?”

Haytham slunk back in his chair, one arm resting on the chair and the other propped on its elbow with his fingers alongside his face. The way he draped himself on the chair shot a sense of arousal through you. The sigh he let out was followed by your name. You were leaning on his desk, looking over him. The light of the candle danced on his face. He seemed to have his own glow. The light of the moon accompanied the candlelight illuminating the room. Window open, the soft breeze brushed his hairs, tied loosely in his red hair tie. Haytham himself was keen on concentrating. He noticed your eyes gazing around at him, a smirk tugged at his lips and so he held his hand out for you. Pushing yourself off the desk, you finally turned to stand before him. Taking his hand, his eyes traced over your figure before darting back at your own eyes. With a tug you made him stand up, one hand cupping your face whilst the other wrapped around your waist. He watched as you inched your face closer, a soft peck. He whispered your name before pecks became kisses. His lips were ever so gentle on your own, but for you it wasn’t enough. So you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him further into you. The kisses were strong and wet. Slight groans melted into your lips as your hands travelled down his body.

You didn’t break the kiss as your hands started exploring his legs. One hand traced over the already slight bulge on his thigh and the other grabbing Haytham’s face. Haytham hands were on your waist in anticipation. His body was far more excited than he might have shown. The twitch on your hand didn’t go unnoticed as you started rubbing the wet clothed tip faster. Haytham’s grunt moulded into the kiss when he finally mustered the courage. His hand snaked to the back of your neck, deepening the hot kisses. With him quietly moaning into your mouth, you undid the button of his trousers.

Quick shuffling around led to Haytham’s hardened cock in the grips of your hand. Leaning onto the desk, his head fell back whilst your hand slowed as it slid to the base. Back up to the tip, Haytham’s pre-cum leaking down his shaft and your hand. The movement was agonising, and he was not a very patient man. Haytham opened his mouth to complain only to be cut off by the friction and the added grip, he bit back a moan. The control within your hand made you feel powerful. The teasing worsened as your tongue lapped up all the pre-cum. Haytham’s hand moved to the back of your head, his heavy breaths followed by a groan. As you took the tip into your mouth, your tongue swirled around whatever was in your mouth. Your eyes looking up at the heated man’s face, eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, hands gripping the arms of the chair while his chest rose and fell quickly. The sight of such a self-composed man becoming weak with the little touching that you’ve done spurred you on to take him further into your mouth. Haytham watched your head bob up and down, his hand slightly pushing you down as he heard the slick noises come out of you. He felt like he was on fire, your tongue working just as hard as your mouth. Your hollowed cheeks, struggling slightly at the length and girth of his burning cock, made Haytham louder. Slight hissing led to biting his lip which led to a strong grip stopping you.

Looking up, he tugged at your hair a little to pull you off. Neither of you could remember to move his important papers out of the way as he bent you over. Your clothing was quickly removed and the warmth was replaced by his hands. Massaging, memorising the shape and beauty of your skin. Kissing along and down your spine, his fingers grazed your hole. Keen to tease you, he only pushed slightly in and out, enough to cause a whine from your lips.

“Please…” The plead caused a slight smirk to play on his lips

“Yes, dear?”

“Fuck me.”

And so his fingers pushed in. Stretching slightly in anticipation for his cock that he knew would fill every inch of your hole. His fingers were only giving you a taste of what his cock could do inside you. The curling of his fingers only made your grip tighter on the desk, his lips continuing to attack on your back. The marks left behind and your further pleas spurred him on. The arousal made Haytham leak further as his cock brushed against your thighs.

Once the frustration grew, Haytham was merciful enough to remove his fingers. The desperation to fill you up grew evident as his hungry eyes watched as your readied hole ached for his equally hungry cock. Pressing the tip in, Haytham hissed, leaning his body onto yours. Both the sweat and heat mixed as his hips swung slowly. His cock buried deep at first, taking a second for the both of you to adjust to each other. His hands gripped on your hips, the movements of his own hips first slow. The heat and tightness of your hole squeezed onto Haytham who could only moan in response. He listened to your quickened breath, the creak of the desk and the rustling of his papers. The room began to fill with stifled moans. You had to beg more and more just for Haytham to listen to you. And he was merciful enough to finally give it to you. As though he had enough torture, Haytham rocked his hips faster. Head against the desk, hands gripped against the edge, Haytham pushed your legs further apart. He fucked you. He fucked you like he would never hve the courtesy of doing so again. He fucked you like it was a privilege that he was so lucky to have. The desk creaked and the legs scraped against the floor. Your head had become almost dizzy with pleasure. His cock continued to hit the right spot forcing every moan out of you. Skin on fire, you couldn’t help but groan his name continuously. Despite not being able to see his face, the hunger in his eyes was enough to keep him almost rabid-like. He left your neck in kisses and saliva, devouring whatever skin his mouth could reach. His moans melted into your skin, fingers moulding into the skin of your hips. You felt like you could cum any minute, the tension below continued to tug.

“I… I can’t…”

“Finish with me.”

Your back pressed against his front, both covered in sweat and tired. Thrusts lazily turning into grinding. Your head fell back and your eyes squeezed shut. Moans turning into needy whines. Haytham’s strong thrusts became slow, giving a few more pumps before you crashed onto the desk. The room fell almost silent with you both catching your breath.

Your legs shook slightly as Haytham pressed soft kisses along your back. His hands rubbing your sex as you eased down from your orgasm. Haytham pulled you onto his lap after sitting down on the chair. You turned your head to place soft and lazy kisses on his lips. Both quiet in each other's embrace as you cooled down. His skin felt soft against yours, arms wrapped around your waist.

“I do have to finish this work.”

“You’re so stubborn… After all this, you won’t even let me enjoy your company?”

Haytham rolled his eyes, “Alright, I won’t hear anymore complaints. Let’s go to bed.”

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20timemachine12 · 12 days

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Still here

#or back I guess #it's been 3 years #hey do yourself a favor and don't scroll too far #there's enough teenage angst down there to qualify as an exclusion zone #assassins creed #assassin's creed #ac #ac imagines

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cosmosnout · 28 days

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The most doomed siblings ever

#I don’t usually share that many sketches but I think abt them a lot #like ok obv Luffy means the world to both of them but before asl is was just Ace and Sabo being bffs #imagine just forgetting someone who literally used to be your best friend #imagine you remember someone you haven’t seen in years and not having the chance to reconnect with that person bc they’re gone #but you still see that person constantly in everything around you and in all the people he has met #anyway I’m so miserable abt them #art #digital art #my art #fanart #drawing #digital illustration #one piece #portgas d ace #ace #sabo

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ministarfruit · 3 months

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day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

#HALFWAY THROUGH??!#minifemslashfeb2024 #ace attorney #lanamia #lana skye #mia fey #rotating them in my head #what if ghost mia DIDN'T agree with lana #I should add that my original concept for this was #that ghost mia is just a projection and lana is just imagining her spite post-mortem #as one does when they are not in a good state of mind #but I also think if mia genuinely disapproved of her actions... that would be so interesting #either way I think it should haunt lana #I just think that would be interesting #like what if mia asked about it when she was alive and investigating corruption #and lana deliberately lied to her #those kinds of regrets...#I love ghost stories...#me wanting mia to actually haunt the narrative...

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its-hai-time · 7 months

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HI WHAT WOULD THERAPY BE LIKE FOR APOLLO JUSTICE

DOES HE TELL THEM ABOUT THE MAGIC BRACELET. DOES HE TELL THEM THAT HE'S A HUMAN LIE DETECTOR AND THAT IT'S KINDA REALLY FUCKING WITH HIS RELATIONSHIPS BECAUSE IN EVERY INTERACTION APOLLO IS AWARE OF THE CHANCE THEY MAY LIE TO HIS FACE

HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THAT TO A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL

#ace attorney #apollo justice #I am a firm believer that Apollo Justice does not have the health insurance to support therapy but IMAGINE

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chrollohearttags · 6 months

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FIRE HYDRANT • portgas d. ace

ace loves his little squirter, perhaps a bit too much.

content + themes: firefighter!ace, firefighter!reader, choking, hate fucking, heavy squirting, he’s such a mean dom in this, mentions of oral sex, daddy is used, finger sucking, slapping, pet names are used (my love, babygirl, sweetheart), calls reader slut, missionary/mating press

📝: just a lil something to help me get my steam back. If it’s bad, you never saw it.

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“Okay, okayyyy…take some outtt..fuck!”

“Don’t be stupid, now move your hand before I do it for you.”

he was relentless and had been for the past couple hours or so..it seemed like he had no intention of doing so anytime soon either. Perhaps this time around..your big ass mouth had bit off far more than you could ever chew. Hence why at the moment..he was fish hooking his fingers in the sides of your jaws. Prompting you to suck on them as a means to shut you up. Feeding you a light tap to the cheek to ensure so as well.

“Rookie..how many times do I have to say it, huh? You don’t run a damn thing. It’s been what..four? Five? Hell, I’ve lost count how many times you’ve come on this dick. It’s like you can’t get enough of me, my love. I already knew that much though.”

the words tearing through you like a serrated dagger, slowly but surely cutting you up. A reminder of your weak resolve. You hated it, you hated it so fucking much that the one man you despised got you wetter than any boyfriend or partner you’d ever encountered. That this bastard knew your body far better than you did sometimes. He could do things that you’d never even imagined..taking you to heights unknown and yet, all you could do was stare at him in disgust as his cock plunged within your center repeatedly. Slamming balls deep as they smacked against your puckering asshole; drenched in your sticky mixture from drumming it out of you. It was just as he said, you had come for him for about the seventh time now. Running on fumes and pure spite to keep going. Maybe you wanted to prove him wrong that you could take whatever he threw your way, including the dick.

“Haaaah!—shit! Not right there..I’m gonna—“

“I know, babygirl. I know you are so why fight it? Squirt on daddy’s dick. Feels much better than arguing with me, doesn’t it?”

or..you loved the way he fucked you and your pride wouldn’t allow you to admit it! It would explain the large puddle formed underneath the towels on his couch and the splashes surrounding his foot; the other planted next to you so that he could truly get in it the way he wanted. And here you were..in the last position you wanted to be! Folded like a goddamn pretzel with your toes wiggling behind your head and this asshole hovering over you with that same stupid grin on his face, those deep set eyes and his necklace dangling in front of your nose. He was enjoying this. Enjoying turning his stubborn little rookie into his personal fire hydrant. The tight, juicy grip of that cunt embracing him like a warm hug..tinting his tan hued shaft with a sheet of white essence before exploding into the sweet, delicious rain as he made you squirt yet again. He’d never had pussy like it and it was for that reason alone, he put up with your bad attitude or rather, calmed it down.

“Nnggghhh!..I can’t..” your words were barely even making it above a decibel. A lot more quiet than the shouting you did at him when you first arrived. Pissed off about your inspection results earlier in the day. Granted, that was before he hissed at you to sit down, shut the fuck up and be a good slut for him..before he snatched your sundress down to reveal those plump tits and sucked on those gorgeous brown nipples that go so erect for him as he fingered you. And well before pinned your legs back and damn near sucked the flavor from your pussy! Using those nimble fingers to get you to climax..it was then that he discovered your little secret:

“Ahhh..so you’re a squirter, rookie? Well that’s good to know.”

and hadn’t stopped exploring it since. So for the duration of your stay, he’d been stretching that pussy out and using you to his heart's desire. Pulling on your hair, smacking on that fat ass as he gave you vicious backshots. Even tossing the pillow out of your way so you had zero comfort. His punishment for waking him up. Using your mouth as his personal cock sleeve, making you eat him up until you made a mess, calling him daddy after rewarding you with a warm nut to the back of your throat and after that, the fun really began. He’d kept you like this..drawing out orgasm after orgasm; streams of clear juices reaching as far up to his chest. Pulling out, tapping that mushroom tip against your slit to coax out another right after. He was having too much fun!

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t even keep her eyes open. Too bad for you..”

suddenly, you’d feel the hard clutch of his digits around your throat which prompted you to gasp for air whilst clawing at his forearm. Zeroing in on your face, he’d hiss through gritted teeth and smile before slamming your head back down: “we’re not done, so wake that ass up. ‘M gonna beat that little pussy of yours so sore, you’ll be lucky if you can crawl out of here when I’m done. Gonna fuck you until you’re empty, baby..”

and something told you, that wouldn’t be anytime soon!

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imasimpforshanks · 7 months

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how they react when you randomly say “im so lucky to have you”

ft. luffy, law, zoro, sanji, ace, shanks

a/n: idk what this is but I thought of it! And it’s been a while since I’ve written headcanons/imagines like this so this is kinda weird and badly written this time LOL

with a giant grin plastered across his face, luffy’s response is instant and genuine, “im so lucky to have you too!” he laughs boisterous and bright as he continues, “that’s perfect isn’t it? im lucky to have you and you’re lucky to have me! we sure do make a great team.” you can’t help the way your body shakes with warm laughter at his sincerity.

there’s a moment of silence as law gathers himself. you think he didn’t hear you but then he coughs to break the silence and gain your attention. the tips of his ears are pink and he’s avoiding eye contact with you as he mumble his response, “yeah well, thanks for putting up with me.”

zoro pauses briefly turning to look at you with mild surprise. but before he’s even had time to fully process your remark, he finds his lips quirking into a smirk as you add on “i mean you are a bit of a moron, but you’re MY moron, ya know?” and with that he’s laughing the most he has in a while (but you’ve always had that affect on him, always made him feel things he didn’t think was possible), “you took the words right out of my mouth, dumbass.”

“my love,” sanji exclaims, “it’s me who should be considered the lucky one!” he gently reaches for your hand to bring it to his lips. he places a delicate kiss to each of your knuckles before continuing his sentiment, “i get to see your wonderful face and spend time with you each day. it’s far more than i am worthy of!” but then your eyebrows knit together and your lips are being pulled into a pout and sanji feels his love for you grow tenfold as you object to his statement, “you deserve all my love and affection!” and sanji concedes immediately because your word is law.

wordlessly, ace pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “you okay?” you ask, and the concern in your voice is enough to make his heart melt. “yeah, can we just stay like this for a little.” he whispers into your skin. you nod, understanding his need for this reassurance, “i mean it though, i really am lucky to have you.” and as you slowly run your fingers through his hair, ace whispers “i really really love you.”

a cheeky grin sneaks across shanks’ face “you sure are! i am pretty funny, sexy, caring, and intelligent.” you snort at his expected response, “not to mention humble.” he gasps in faux shock, “of course! how could I forget humble?!” as you burst into a fit of laughter so beautifully unrestrained shanks can’t help but think that out of the two of you, he is, most certainly, the lucky one.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #portgas d ace #one piece fake texts #red haired shanks #mugiwara no luffy #black leg sanji #straw hat pirates #one piece fake chats #law x reader #ace x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #shanks x reader #sanji x reader #luffy x reader

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californianedgeworth · 9 months

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everyday they get closer to figuring it out on their own

#aa #ace attorney #aj spoilers #apollo justice #athena cykes #trucy wright #phoenix wright #wright anything agency #i imagine in the last panel athena is putting it all together #my artstuff #comic

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doctorsiren · 1 month

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I also drew this a while ago but I think Miles kept the bear from the Engarde case

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #maya fey #narumitsu #wrightworth #farewell my turnabout #ace attorney fanart #digital art #my art #procreate #doodle #and once they’re together #miles imagines Phoenix as the bear /silly

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etherealsdreaming · 1 year

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Her Rejected Confession ~ Part 1 💕

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💕 Riding to Masyaf after a mission with your mentor, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift back to your friend’s words. Was it true? You never thought about your feelings or the way he acted around you. Until now… He always seemed softer rather than the stoic show he put on in front of others. No matter what it was; training, asking for your help in his library, or simply requesting your presence on missions; he always wanted you around. The past few months left you realizing your feelings and questioning his. Are you both so dense not to know this until commented by another? When he asked about your silence you stopped your horse causing him to follow. You looked anywhere but at him and hesitated. “I love you.” The worry sewed in like a weed at the difficulty in reading him. For a second he gave a contemplative look before glancing away, “How long?” “A few months” He sighed, “YN… I do not-“ “Then why act so different? Why treat me any different from the others?” Giving a scrutinizing look he plainly laid it out, “I trust you, that is all.” He said, strutting his horse away. “We are merely… allies, nothing more.” A soft whimper escaped your lips. Moving forward home in silence became unbearable and you only hoped not to be joined on anymore with him. You were so stupid for being hopeful.

Ezio Auditore

💕 You both attended the Carnevale to get the Doge’s golden masked invitation to his party. Ezio, the one competing, and you helping. But when you lost sight and searched for him, you found him with a beautiful dark haired woman. Deep down you knew he knew her and perhaps loved her. Later that evening when he returned to Teodora’s Brothel he asked why you left and your silence. He was his usual cheerful self. Until you admitted your feelings. He stood there quiet as if contemplating his rejection. Heartbroken by his silence you walked away. He barely said “I’m sorry Y/N.” Ignoring him, you knew you have been a difficult person to know but you weren’t sure about anything more than this but he left you and didn’t even attempt to come looking for you. The pain of his rejection stayed with you even when you left the Italian brotherhood to Spain.

Connor Kenway

💕 You loved him but never told him and that bothered you. The fear of rejection stung but would he? Some small bits of hope still lingered despite the difficulty in contemplating by his actions if he felt the same or was just nice. After Myriam’s wedding reception, Connor asked what has been troubling you all week. Yet again, no answer for what your feelings hold. But tonight after the many offers of drinks relaxed you and made you more carefree. So much to the point you blurted out the truth. He froze and stopped walking. Turning on your heel with a bit of stumble in your step he said, “I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t. Not right now. I… have a job to do. I do not have the luxury of seeking any relationships.” It hurt more than you imagined especially how he put it, but you didn’t want to cry in front of him. So you said nothing as he was so stupidly kind enough to walk you back to your house. But the moment you entered and shut the door with a soft click, you landed onto your bed and cried yourself to sleep at the rejection and embarrassment. You got your answer, he was too nice.

Arno Dorian

💕 For a while you were left with these feelings you’ve obtained. But you swore to never speak to a soul of this. You thought you could simply enjoy his presence and love him from afar. To sacrifice your own love for him so he could be oblivious, happy with Elise and to never lose a friendship. But when you helped him reorganize his library you couldn’t help but let your gaze rest on him. In that moment despite your promise you felt a longing to tell him. Saying his name in a soft whisper sent butterflies yet fear in your stomach when he looked your way. “What is it?” He said, you swallowed and slowly let out the very feelings you’ve kept hidden. You almost hoped when he gave you those soft eyes but clearly mistaken with the sigh of breath and lay of a book. “Y/N you are my dearest friend. One I could not bear to lose but I cannot return these… feelings. I love Elise. You know this…” He looked away from his book to you. You felt like you just got stabbed in the heart by the man you love. And despite your friendship you avoided him at all costs and it ended up not being hard because of his focus on Elise. But that didn’t stop your heart clenching every time you saw him or the hopeful consideration he might have after Elise left him.

#arno dorian #altair ibn la ahad #altair x reader #arno x reader #connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #ezio auditore #ezio x reader #assassins creed #ac imagines #ac preferences #ac headcanons #ac1 #ac2 #ac brotherhood #ac3 #ac unity

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