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You walk as calmly as you can through the narrow alley, not daring to lift your eyes from where they look straight ahead of you and glance towards the rooftops that cast darkness over you, the silvery moonlight gleaming just ahead as the streight leads to the main road. This place is out of sight of the sparse public that might wander past at this time of night, your vision is limited in the darkness it provides and there’s ample opportunity for an overhead ambush. 

All of this puts you at every disadvantage, perhaps, but that’s exactly what you want the man tailing you to think. You keep your eyes straight because Assassins like rooftops. They provide coverage and blindspots, hidden in plain sight as most people simply don’t find themselves looking up with their eyes to the sky as they go about their day and all the tasks that come with it. It’s precisely why you’ll always find an Assassin stalking you from above and never from upon your own level. 

In short, you’re baiting the Assassin above you who has gone to so much care to silence his footsteps and conceal his shadow from your sight. But you’re a Templar. You’re trained to know your enemy. You spotted him not long ago, lingering around a crowd outside an inn, trying to blend in. But your purpose for going out at all today has been to bait him, those are your orders. 

Your ears are kept vigilant for the sound of something small flying through the air and in a moment's notice, you lunge forward to dodge the rope dart that had been aimed at you. There’s a hissed curse and you draw your sword as the Assassin makes his leap down to you, using a ledge of a windowsill garden to lessen his fall. He stands tall in front of you now, white beaked hood up and hiding his face. His hidden blade shoots out as he parries your offensive blow with his gauntlet. 

You’re still not entirely sure what material it is that Assassins make their gauntlets from. Your mentor Haytham has one and he claims that it’s an alloy from a precursor civilization but when your higher-ups start talking like that, you sometimes begin to wonder if you’ve really overstepped your depth as an ex-mercenary and have accidentally joined a cult. 

Regardless, the Assassin stands tall before you now. He is Achilles’ new novice, so you’ve been told. The only member of his ranks as your mentor has told you of how a companion of his wiped out the last generation of Assassins here in the colonies, thus giving your Order ample room to plant its roots. Though you have no name nor face to put to this companion of Haytham’s as he is always very quick to change the subject or to remind you to not speak out of line whenever your curiosity gets the better of you and you start to press for details of this mysterious person’s identity if only to create an image in your mind for all of this information that you are given. 

His free hand takes out a tomahawk and you’re put on defence. You take a step back but make sure to stay in the alley and out of the public space. The last thing you want is nearby law enforcement or civilians to get involved. But the clashing of metal upon metal rings out in the otherwise quiet night. 

He fights cleanly using his sheer strength and towering figure which puts you at a disadvantage. His technique is curated to be quick and efficient but your style often depends on your agility, stamina and tiring out your enemy. You’ve already laid such a foundation by baiting him to follow you from the rooftops – a much more strenuous journey than the one you had taken upon the ground. But there was something to how he was swinging at you with his tomahawk, movements tight to not allow you to get too far, a passion to his every strike and parry. 

You know when you’re outmatched and so you’re now put on defence and wondering what could have happened between intel and being given your orders that could have possibly allowed you to go about this mission alone instead of preparing a sort of ambush in order to put an end to this lone Assassin that has been terrorising the Order once and for all. 

Had you let the higher-ups flatter you over your skills into thinking you were truly capable of this task they had set upon you? Regardless, you’re in this now and your only priority has suddenly become making it out of here alive. You take a risk and do a rescan of your surroundings, looking for anything that might be of aid to you in order to give you just a slither of an opportunity of getting away. But you remain aware of your enemy’s every move, knowing that even a momentary slip up can be the cause of your untimely demise.

But the Assassin trying to cut you down is just as trained as you are – if not more so – and this subtle scrambling of yours does not go unnoticed by his keen, dark eyes. 

“Out of your depth, Templar?” He asks in his smooth and rich tone. 

“You wish I were.” You bite back and manage to take swift steps backwards, enough for you to assess that the risk of lowering your sword in exchange for the gun at your hip is worth it in order to try and create a window for escape. You take aim but don’t fire. You should be firing. You should be killing this man. 

Why did they send you on this mission alone? 

It’s all you can think to yourself as your finger hovers over the trigger. The Assassin knows he’s done for if your finger so much as twitches now and yet he freezes, seeing your hesitation. The two of you are brought to a standstill with you aiming your gun at the Assassin’s head and yet your finger hovers over the trigger, refusing to squeeze. He has no opportunity to strike you down at this moment as in a fraction of a second, hesitation can become a killing blow. 

Your eyes narrow slightly as you repeat that question to yourself: why did they send you on this mission alone? This Assassin is clearly far more skilled than you are and even baiting him here after a journey that should have tired you out has not made a dent in his stamina. He’s been cutting down British soldiers and Templars alike, chipping away at the order for reasons not yet known to you other than the simple explanation of ‘we are Templars, he an Assassin’. Why did you believe your higher-ups when they told you that you could handle this solo mission? Have they sent you here as an execution and if so: why? 

“Why do they want you to kill me?” You murmur. The question is asked aloud and yet you’re not sure if you’re asking him or yourself. This seems to make even the Assassin pause in puzzlement. If they want you dead then what are they doing now? Are you merely a distraction? 

“That’s a good question indeed.” The toweringly tall Assassin raises his hands in a gesture of surrender and you slowly lower your gun but keep a good amount of distance between the two of you, each standing at either side of the narrow alley you had originally lured him into. You tap your toes against the ground as you ponder over questions again: is this a distraction or an execution? Either way you’re clearly expendable and it comes as a surprise to you because you were so sure you were in the Grandmaster’s good books. 

So what has changed to make Haytham use you as a sacrificial pawn in whatever game he’s playing here in the colonies? Neither of you are sure what to do now, having both arrived here late at night with intentions to kill the other. But now you see that the true plan behind all of this was for you to die all along. It’s enough to make Ratonhnhaké:ton stand down and wish to spare you. Someone is pulling the strings here and part of their plan includes your death. So what’s to happen when this plan is interrupted. 

“I won’t kill you today.” He speaks up after finally making up his mind following a few minutes of thick silence wherein you were both deep in thought, trying with your minds to uncover the obscurity of whatever the bigger picture is here. The best course of action is to disrupt the plans of whoever it is that’s painting it. “But when you fall it will be by my hand, Templar.” You shoot the man a glare where his eyes would be, concealed behind the shadow that the beak of his hood casts over his face in order to hide his identity. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Assassin.” You quip back but you hear him scoff as he puts his tomahawk away when you set your gun back into its holster. 

“You’re right. Your masters seem to be set on beating me to that.” You open your mouth to protest but he’s already making his way up the wall of one of the buildings you’re between and returning to the rooftops. You’re quick to exit the alley and get into the middle of the main street so that he doesn’t have an opportunity to assassinate you from above should he be bluffing or perhaps change his mind and deal with you now before you become a loose thread. But he doesn’t and you’re left standing in the middle of an empty street at night. 

Could you even go back to your quarters now? Perhaps they’ll use the failed mission as justification to finish you off themselves. You need somewhere to stay until you’ve figured out what’s going on and whether or not you’ve been betrayed by the Order that you had sworn your own loyalty to. But where to go? 

Your eyes rise up to the rooftops that the Assassin had disappeared over. You’ve been set up by the people who this man is set on killing. 

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend…” You murmur to yourself as you spot a nearby ladder and use it to make your way up onto the same rooftop. It’s a risk you’re taking but it seems that every path available to you now has some degree of risk to it and so you’re left with no choice but to weigh your options and gamble. 

Your foot taps anxiously against the cobble beneath you as you consider your plan. If your Order seeks to erase you, it won’t even be safe to go back to your rented room and pack a bag of your belongings. It’s the first place they’ll go to look for you and with the network of spies Haytham has been building across the city, it won’t take long for word to get back to him that you’ve failed your mission. You won’t get far hiding either. All of your tricks, you’ve learned from your mentor and to try and hide would be to put yourself at a disadvantage by playing the game of the man who had so clearly intended to use you as a pawn in whatever grand scheme he’s hatching; not so long ago, you had thought you knew his plans but tonight has changed your course of events entirely. 

Into the belly of the best it is. 

You decide. Now up on the roof, you look with your second sight. It’s your upper hand and even Haytham has admitted that it was one of his greatest factors in considering you as an advantageous candidate for a Templar. The route he’s taken lights up gold and you begin to follow all the twists and turns he took that would have thrown off anyone else who might have been tiling him. Not you though. 

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You find yourself outside a manor upon a homestead. It wasn’t an easy journey by any means and you hadn’t expected him to have covered so much ground either. In the forest, you found yourself wishing you had stopped to hire a horse – you still had some money on you after all. You took a break twice, made a camp once after scouting out the area but you admittedly slept very lightly. You weren’t a wilderness girl and the anxiety of being found by a wolf or bear had kept you from falling into a truly restful sleep. 

And so you found yourself feeling both tired from a long way’s travel and a poor night’s rest during the small hours of the morning, all while heading right into the den of your enemy who, currently and ironically enough, seems to be your only possible ally. 

The manor standing tall in the clearing above you is built in typical colonial fashion with red bricks and white embellishments. Its large size makes use of the spacious land it is upon and your mind wanders back to the stories Haytham once shared with you about the Brotherhood that once lived and trained here. Looking at the size of the place, it’s easy to imagine so many people living here once upon a time and difficult to imagine that today it only houses the old Mentor and the one and only Assassin who still lives by their Creed here in the colonies. 

Though that’s only as much as your Order is aware of. You keep your wits about you, more than aware that you don’t know what you’re walking to, nor do you know how many potential foes reside within those four walls. You may very well be running from one death straight into another. 

But your options are slim and you’ve wagered that your odds are better here. Back with the Order, you’re a pawn that should have submissively been sacrificed. Here, you’re either a target to be taken out immediately or a valuable source of information. After all, you’ve been betrayed and they may consider that you have every reason to surrender all of the Order’s secrets that you possess. 

These are all just possibilities though and death remains a very likely outcome. 

You stand from an awkward distance on the treeline for a while. Surely you can’t just knock on the front door being who you are? Then again, if you take any other route, they might see it as an ambush and you’ll be in combat or even dead before you can open your mouth to explain your intentions. Despite every other instinct within you telling you to turn tail and run to the nearest harbour, to leave the region altogether on whatever boat you can get yourself aboard, you approach the front door. 

A shadow falls over you when you raise your fist to knock upon the door. He’s good at what he does, you’ll give him that. Immediately, you feel the warm, sharp edge of a blade resting against your throat. Warm and so it’s the hidden blade that the likes of him keep tucked up their sleeves, a blade like the one your mentor possessed. You’d always found it rather ironic that Haytham always stands so tall beside his principles and yet he fights with the enemy’s weapon. 

“Did you come here thinking you could finish the job and go crawling back to your master?” His voice speaks up from behind you. You raise both of your hands in the air in a sign of surrender, keeping them far away from your hips where your weapons are kept around your belt. He doesn’t hesitate in unbuckling it and removing it from your body and moments later, you hear it hit the floor some distance away where he’s thrown it. You’re not unarmed in enemy territory and you begin wondering if this really was the best plan of action after all. 

“I actually came with a proposal…” You begin slowly. You’re not entirely sure how to present yourself, your tone. Even you’re unsure if your own plan will work but you need to sound certain or else he may well believe you’re just here to trick him in which case he’ll kill you. 

You don’t need to turn around to know that he’s looming over you. You wonder sometimes how a man of his stature can blend into crowds and hide in plain sight the way Assassins are taught to. And yet he does and it’s truly a testament to his skill. 

“And what might this proposal be?” You swallow thickly. Your life depends on being able to convince him that you’re being honest, which he has every inclination to doubt considering your current standing as enemies.

“It’s been made clear that I’m seen as expendable, so I’d much rather prove just how essential I was. I have information: contacts, travel routes, locations of higher-ranking Templars. Whatever mission you’re on, I’ll speed it up by months, maybe even years.” You tilt your head back a little more, trying to ease the pressure when the blade presses more insistently at your skin. 

“And why should I believe you?” 

“Because I came here. Because I’ve got nowhere else to go at the moment and I’m risking you slashing my throat just for a chance to try and get out of this ordeal alive after what happened last night.” The blade leaves your neck but the threat is not removed as you then feel it poke at your back, spurring you forwards at a slow pace, hands still raised. 

“Step inside.” 

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Months later, you find yourself setting up camp in a familiar cave. These meetings have become familiar to you and nowadays this little cave feels like the safest place in the world. You’ve been working as a double agent for the past few months and being in the Order feels like having death loom over your shoulder all the time now. Being a Templar had once given you such a feeling of purpose and belonging, that you had a key, unshakable place in the world, that you were guiding it in a better direction. 

But the more you’ve been reporting back to Connor and the chats you have in between, the more you have to take a step back and ask yourself if you were being told a one-sided story the entire time. You haven’t set foot on Connor’s homestead since you first arrived and he had to send you back with a split lip, gashed jaw and sprained wrist to make it seem like you really had fought him and not conspired with him. That gash now remains as a scar across the lower part of your face. Each time you look in the mirror, it reminds you of your new mission as the Assassin’s spy. 

And each time, you pray that you’re doing the right thing. 

Your attention is grabbed by the sound of feet on dirt and you look towards the mouth of the cave where he stands tall now, moving to sit on the opposite side of your little fire so that he’s facing you. His gloves come off and he rubs his hands together near the open flames. His hood comes down to reveal a face strikingly like your mentor’s and you can’t believe that this man is now your only ally in the world and you can’t even be entirely sure of his loyalty. All you know is that you need to keep yourself indispensable in order to keep breath in your lungs and a heartbeat in your chest. 

He reaches into his bag and takes out a small, wrapped package. Scaled fish. They’re skewered and set over the fire to cook.

“Thank you.” You say stiffly. Interactions like this are still so unusual to you. He nods his head in a silent ‘you’re welcome’. 

“What’s new?” 

“Lee’s on the move.” His dark eyes quickly flick up to meet yours and you can see the deep interest in them. You haven’t asked why he’s after Lee specifically though it confuses you as you would have been sure he would go after Haytham; to cut the head of the snake, so to speak. But you’ve never asked because this vendetta seems deeply personal and you’re next to certain that he won’t open up to you about it. “They’re making preparations to receive him in Boston so whatever he’s come back with must be important… or they know that you’re after him. I’ve yet to find out which it is because I don’t have direct access to such information and I can’t put myself at risk if this is a red herring and they suspect something. But the moment I find out more I’ll tell you – but take everything with a pinch of salt.” 

He nods, deep in thought and you wonder what’s going through his head. You always worry that doubt will creep into his mind and will ultimately drive him to kill you. You can only hope that he’s instead thinking about exacting whatever revenge he has planned for Charles Lee. His thirst for revenge currently is what’s keeping you afloat. Without his vendetta, you’re worthless to him. 

“How have you been?” You’re not sure if you’re asking out of politeness or loneliness. Are you trying to keep in his good graces or are you seeking out the warmth of a friend, even if what’s between you isn’t really friendship? 

“Busy…” He sighs. “Your Order’s been on the move.” 

“I’ve heard about your meetings with Washington.” You bite your lip as you ponder your next question. It’s personal but a chance not taken is an opportunity missed. “You… You’re meeting with all these generals, men of influence and yet you work in the shadows. Do you truly have no wish for the world to remember your name? You really want to just vanish?” You had been drawn to the Templars partially by glory, by the chance of making a place in the world, a change where you and your fellow members of the Order would be revered for centuries to come. 

“I do not want to be remembered, no. Our creed states that we work in the dark to serve the light. This war will be lost to memory and I will do my part to make sure that it is the Assassins who bury any record of it.” Your first reaction is to think of him as ridiculous: he’s thrown any chance at a normal life away for a battle he will never be credited for. But it’s selfless. He has nothing to gain but what he believes in: no fame, no power, no glory. 

Maybe you really have been misled. 

The Templars had always preached peace but with that peace came the Order having ultimate power over humanity, domination over free will. You had once focused so heavily on how that absolute control would stop war, would stop suffering. But at what cost? It must be a great one for this man in front of you to be throwing any semblance of a normal life away for it. 

“Tell me more about your Creed.” He turns over the fish and glances up at you once again, meeting your curious eyes. You’re sitting down with your legs curled up to your chest, arms wrapped around them with your hin propped on your knees. This isn’t smalltalk or you digging for information, it’s genuine interest. He hadn’t missed your pondering look before, that glint of unsurety in your eyes. 

“Alright…”

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Weeks later and you meet again, having shared many more meetings in the meantime. You understand Ratonhnhaké:ton better now, you understand his creed. He seems different from his mentor that Haytham had told you about, so very different. He doesn’t meddle in the first civilisation that your mentor speaks of so frequently and you wonder if it’s for the best after the stories you had heard of while in the Order. Haytham speaks of them vaguely but you still have a comprehensive enough understanding. 

The more he speaks, the more you doubt your own order who wish to use these artefacts for their plans to shepard humanity towards its best self, the more you wonder if your superiors in the Order are just set on a path to repeat history. You’ve shared with him all the information you have now. You now feel like less of a double agent and more of a spy – having to give away anything about the Assassin you’ve come to secretly think of as a friend feels like a betrayal, even if it’s only for the sake of protecting your ulterior motives for having returned to the Order at all after that night you first encountered Rathonhnhaké:ton for yourself. 

He’s been more open with you too. Haytham is his father – something which both made sense, looking at his face, and shocked you, considering he is an Assassin and his father a Templar. Charles Lee, at Haytham’s command, had burned his village to the ground as a child, killing his mother. You empathise with that deeply. You had joined the Order knowing that you had no family of your own to lose should things get messy. It seems that the two of you are in the same boat for that one. 

Now, he’s picking out the bones from your fish while you prepare some water to boil over the fire. But time has moved on and winter draws near, bringing a chill into this little cave that feels like it’s become your one and only sanctuary in the world. You hold your open palms near the fire and try to chase away the chill but it does you very little good. 

Connor watches you for a moment before he removes his gloves and hands them to you. As he holds them out silently, those well-worn gloves appear like an olive branch to you. This really is for the best, you think. More and more, you’ve come to realise that you were misled by your Order. You were promised to be a harbinger, to be one of the names that would live on forever as a part of the order who had saved humanity. But you were a pawn all along. Even despite your special abilities, Haytham had been more than willing to sacrifice you for whatever gain. You might have a little more value in his eyes now that you’ve ‘proven’ you can take on the Assassin and get away with your life but you’ve seen your old mentor, you’ve heard how he talks of the first civilisation. He’ll stop at nothing and you’re more than sure that should he see another opportunity where your sacrifice and earn great gain for him and his plans, he’ll send you walking straight into the arms of death all over again. 

You take the gloves and slide them on over your hands. 

“Thank you.” You offer a smile but you hold back just how happy this small gesture makes you. They’re far too big but they’re soft and warm. They’re clearly broken in, the fingertips especially worn down from what you can only assume is all the climbing he does in stalking around with the stealth of his kind. But it’s the fact he’s given them to you at all that touches your heart. 

The two of you eat, drink, you share intel and it becomes late enough that you wrap yourself tightly in a thick blanket and curl up on your bedroll beside the campfire. The cave provides enough shelter to keep out the bitter wind but the temperature has still dropped drastically with the change of seasons. You sit up to wrap your blanket around your feet better and you find yourself wishing you had brought another pair of socks or, better yet, a warmer pair. You then lay back down, curled in on yourself to try and gather as much insulation as possible, and close your eyes to try and sleep. But the cold instead bites at your ears and so you pull your blanket up over the back of your head like a hood and shuffle a little closer to the fire so that your nose is warmed by the flame. 

You hear shuffling around you and crack an eye open to see that Rathonhnaké:ton has moved. He’s no longer laid on his bedroll on the opposite side of the fire but has instead moved it right next to yours behind where you’re curled up on your side. 

“I thought you’d be used to camping by now.” He murmurs and you can hear him lay down beside you, so close that you can feel the heat from his body. 

“Not during the winter, I’m not.” You mumble into your blanket which you’ve pulled up by your mouth so that your breath can warm your face. You feel the weight of his arm lay over your waist and he then presses his chest to your back. You can feel the warmth of his breath over your neck, heating the blanket that’s tucked over the back of your head. You stiffen for a moment, surprised by his willingness to be close to you. 

You feel your heart flutter in your chest and you lean into his warmth. How long has it been since anyone held you like this? It’s wonderful and overwhelming and suddenly there’s no more winter, nothing outside of this little cave where you’ve been setting up camp to meet for almost a year now. 

“Thank you…” You say quietly. Whether for the warmth, or the touch, or for the new path he’s opened to you that you’ve set your life upon now, you’re unsure. 

“There’s no need to thank me.” He replies just as quietly. The two of you lay there for a long time and your heart doesn’t slow, beating like a rabbit’s. He’s so close and you hadn’t expected such a thing to be so exhilarating. Rathonhnaké:ton is a toweringly tall man and you’ve always viewed it as an advantage for when he needs to intimidate. But now, you feel safer than you’ve known since that night of your first encounter when your illusion about the Knights Templar was shattered. 

After a while, you can’t take it anymore and you turn around just enough to be able to look at him over your shoulder. Your faces are very close and you can feel his breath fan across your lips. When you look to meet his eyes, he does the same as he had previously been looking at your mouth. 

“Feeling warmer?” He asks, his voice a rumbling murmur. You give the slightest little nod and your eyes very obviously glance at his pillowy lips again. You don’t try to hide it and nor does he miss it. You’re unsure which of you leans in first – perhaps it had been the both of you, little by little, while you were both preoccupied in imagining how it might be to press your lips to the other’s – but he’s warm and the touch of his lips against yours fills you with a bubbling heat. You turn your body to face him and he pulls you closer by your waist, thumb pressing into you through your clothes and stroking over your body while your lips press and meet again and again. One of your hands goes up to cup his face, feeling his chiselled jaw and cheekbones, then your fingers slide into his silken hair and tangle gently into it when your tongue slides against his. 

You pull away for air for a moment but it’s short lived as his teeth pull gently at your bottom lip and his mouth then grazes against your chin and traces the curve of your jaw in kisses. The cold that had previously bothered you is completely forgotten about and he tugs the collar of your layers of clothing aside so that he can kiss against the pulse of your throat. Your hands find his chest and press to try and feel the contours of his body through his clothing but all the buttons and straps get in your way. Your fingers start working to undo buttons before you realise how caught up you’ve got and you pull away for a moment. 

“Is this ok?” He gives a small nod and leans in to kiss you again as you remove his clothes. You leave his shirt and jackets open, revealing scarred, bronze skin to you. His body is shaped like an ancient statue of legendary heroes. You can’t help but take the opportunity to rove your palms over each contour and feel him in his beauty. 

His large hands slide down to your hips and pull you a little closer. To accommodate him, you move to straddle one of his muscular thighs. He lifts it just enough to press against you and feels a deep stirring below his belt when your teeth sink into your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan.

You had never imagined you would find yourself in this position with Rathonhnaké:ton and yet now that you’re here together, it feels so right. It feels like you really have grown close enough to be like this, like stars in their orbit being pulled to one another. His mouth is on yours again in an instant while he presses his thigh between your legs and he starts to pull at your belt to remove the clothing on your lower half. You help him by tugging off your boots between messy kisses. Once your pants are off and your lower half is bare, you shiver as the chill begins to creep over your bare skin. Connor simply pulls you closer and wraps the blanket firmly around your body while you straddle his lap, taking care to tuck it under your legs in an attempt to keep in as much warmth as possible. 

His fingers dance their way down to your mound where he can already feel the intense heat radiating from you. 

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks as his mouth moves to press wet kisses beneath your ear, breathing over the sensitive spot and making you shiver as a result. You nod your head and unintentionally let a needy sound slip past your lips. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s fingers glide through your slick folds and he lets out a little breath of wonder at the feeling of touching you in such an intimate place. Experimentally, he pushes one finger inside of you and watches how your spine arches and your body then bows to lean against him. He pushes it as far as he can go and begins moving it in and out. Letting your bodies take over, allowing words to become of little importance, you begin to grind your hips against his hand so that the heel of his palm catches your clit in a sensation that feels like a delicious burn. He adds another finger and you tug at his pants until his length, thick and heavy in your hand, is freed. You gently squeeze and hear how he sucks in a hiss through his teeth. You then begin to massage up and down, matching the pace of your hips moving to meet his fingers as they draw out soft, wet squelches from your pussy. You swipe over the slit at his tip with your thumb and hear how it makes him groan lowly. You glance down to see a little pool of your arousal gathering in the dip of his palm and decide that enough is enough.

You raise your hips up until his fingers slip out of you entirely. You then remove your hands from him and loop your arms loosely around his neck instead. He understands your intentions clearly and strokes himself a few times, covering his length in the slick from your pussy. You bring your hips back down and he guides himself into you. You’re quick to press your mouth to his in another messy kiss in order to muffle the moan you let out upon feeling the stretch of him pushing into you. You pause shakily along the way, deciding you can take all of him once you’re a little more adjusted, and start to ride. 

Connor’s large hands slide beneath your ass to grab at the soft flesh that spills between his fingers and he uses his hold to support you in moving up and down, holding a lot of your weight with his strength. As you continue to move your hips rhythmically, one of his hands leaves your rear in favour of pulling at the buttons and ties that keep your chest hidden. Once it’s revealed, he lets out an appreciative groan of approval and his mouth latches onto one of your breasts as he pulls you closer and you ride him. Your head tips back to the ceiling of the cave and you pant as the wind whistles outside, joining with the crackling of the fire, the shift of the fabric of your clothing and blanket and the slick sounds of his cock filling you up over and over. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton is big and consequently manages to hit all the right spots at once as he fills you again and again, your hips angled just right for him to brush against the places that have you curling your cold toes. His mouth slathers your breasts in kisses, pausing to nip or suck at your plush flesh and he works your blood into a feverish heat. The two of you pant for breath, moans and groans echoing off the stone walls. 

After a while, his arms wrap around your waist as he lays back, bringing him with you. He kisses you firmly as he brings his knees up and you almost feel the breath get knocked from your lungs when he begins thrusting up into you. You rest your head on his shoulder as he pounds up into your sensitive pussy and your sensitive, teased nipples brush against his chest as your body shakes and wavers with his movements. 

A pressure builds in your abdomen, growing tighter and more intense until your whole body is flooded in pleasure, walls squeezing tightly around his cock as though begging him to come with you. And you’re successful in sending him over the edge, hearing him moan, the whimper in his tone as he releases into you and holds you close as the two of you catch your breaths. 

But then the cold starts to kick in again. He carefully lifts you so that his softening cock slips out of your messy pussy. You watch as he searches his pockets and takes out a handkerchief which he begins to clean your inner thighs with. He looks to you as if asking if you’re comfortable with him looking after you like this but he finds your head tilted back, eyes closed as your legs twitch at having him touch your sensitive folds to clean you up. He helps you redress and dresses himself before helping you into his coat and throwing some more wood onto the fire, wrapping the blanket around the both of you again. 

Once more, you snuggle into his chest for warmth and neither of you are quite sure what to say, hoping the words will just come to you in the morning. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton presses a kiss to your forehead and holds you a little tighter as he closes his eyes, listening to his own pounding heart, the crackle of the fire and the whining wind outside. 

He decides to make sure that the Templars won’t ever have an opportunity to sacrifice your life again. 

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[kinkandkreep]

Heyy can you do J,I,Y,X,V,S,N,E,F,B nsfw alphabet for ratonhnhaké:ton please 😊

Thanks for sending this in hun! Y'all feel free to take a gander at my NSFW Alphabet and send in some more requests! Happy reading! 

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

B= Body Part (favorite body part of their own or their lover's) 

Connor’s favorite body part(s) of his own are his arms

His favorite body part of yours is your lips (he's also quite partial to your cheeks and hands)

Connor admires the strength of his arms, how easily they allow him to carry you, and caress you and comfort you when the occasion calls for it

He likes your lips because they’re soft and oh so kissable

He could spend an eternity just gently kissing you, savoring the way you taste and holding you close *swoon* 

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing ) 

Connor…sort of knows what he’s doing

Initially

He really doesn't really have all that much experience, mostly on account of the fact that, y'know, he's a busy Assassin/Captain/Business Owner🙃

I personally headcanon that Connor lost his virginity to the person he married; in this case, let's say that's you 

In the beginning, Connor is hesitant but very teachable

He really just needed a gentle, encouraging hand to help him along and before long, he’s practically an expert at making you feel good

F= Favorite Position 

Con-con man’s a bit of a vanilla guy so I’d say something intimate like missionary or spooning

He’s also partial to just your basic cowgirl

I= Intimacy (do they prefer to "fuck" or "make love”) 

Connor prefers to “make love” 9 ½ times out of ten

The rest of the time he’s probably hopped up on adrenaline or something and needs to properly “fuck” the energy out

J= Jack Off (do they masturbate & how often) 

I wrote about this once before but I imagine that Connor actually masturbates fairly often

Which probably sounds counterintuitive given that I just said he’s a busy man but just hear me out 😂

In that drabble, I noted that he has a high libido, and, looking at it from the perspective of an average, sexually healthy person, the reader couldn’t always keep up/doesn’t feel like takin’ it to the bed all the time

So, as a remedy to the issue of essentially always being ready to go, outside of like quickies, Connor just masturbates and it helps

Not necessarily a whole lot, but it helps nonetheless 🙃

N= No (turnoffs or flat-out no no's) 

Connor will not hurt you in bed, no matter how you plead and beg and whine and moan

If that’s one of your kinks

Connor’s already lived his life around so much violence and he’s gotten his fair share of scars and injuries, and he would never want to inflict something like that onto you

Yeah yeah, he knows how to be gentle and maintain self control and he could feasibly play rough but he just prefers not to

Connor’s a big ole’ teddy bear ok, just let ‘im be soft 😭

S= Stamina (how many rounds per night, how many nights/times per week)

 Rounds per night: As many as you’re able to go and then some, so if I just absolutely had to give a figure it’d probably be 3-4 

Nights/times per week: Again, as many as you’re up for, but on his own, he could go the aforementioned 3-4 rounds every night of the week

V= Volume (are they loud, do they talk & if so, what kinds of sounds do they make) 

Connor doesn’t talk loudly, but he may whisper sweet words in his native language and even swear in it and English when things get really heated

Other than that, he makes the usual grunts, sharp intakes of air through his clenched teeth and, if you’re fortunate, you may even pull a throaty moan from him on occasion *waggles eyebrows*

X= X-ray (length, girth, any special attributes like piercings, veins, tats, etc.) 

So…here’s the thing

I think we as a community have collectively decided that Connor is, for lack of better term, packin’

He’s big, and I would even imagine he knows it 😏

Let’s say about 8 ½ inches in length, a little greater than half an inch thick, with prominent veins running along both sides 

And that’s not even me being generous

Honestly I could imagine him to be a bit bigger but I don’t want this to become too unrealistic

Even though he’s a fictional character but I digress 🙃

Y= Yearning (a look into their libido) 

As previously mentioned, Connor has quite the libido

Contrary to what one might assume from observing his personality and mannerisms, Connor has a naturally high sex drive and he practically runs on adrenaline, so while he’s not perpetually hard exactly, he’s pretty damn close 😂

Plus him being so adoring of you doesn’t help, simply observing you do the most simplistic things sends his drive through the roof

He’s just in love ok, leave my baby alone 😤

I believe that’s everything this time ‘round. I hope you enjoyed! 👋🏾

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[desmond69miles]

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[elfven-blog]

The Bunny Hunt

Summary: Seeing Connor in his hunting attire, gives you the idea of being prey. Connor Kenway x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, p in v, fingers, public (In woods), breeding, reader is bunny, creampie, chasing, reader calls him wolf (yuck, only once), primal play, prey x predator kink Word Count: 1.8K

Your eyes opened in surprise as large warm hands suddenly rested on your waist, pulling you back against an even warmer chest. Sturdy muscle pressing against your soft back as he dipped slightly to nuzzle into your hair, a deep breath taking in your scent. And you relax automatically as that deep soothing voice fills your ears “I missed you”.

A small laugh shook your shoulders as you turned in his arms, your hands now resting against his biceps “You were gone for the morning, my love.” came your answer, and your eyes wandered down his attire. Connor had for gone his normal assassin clothes, replaced the grey and whites with brown fur, and apparently no shirt. He watched as your head tilted to the side, and your blinks slowed down as you continued staring at his bare chest until your hands moved from his biceps to squeeze gently at his chest.

The russet colour of Connor’s face turned deeper as he blushed, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pull them away as his head bowed down to hide. And a pout grew on your lips as he did so, trying to pull your hands free but he held them still, moving them above your head as he pushed you against the counter stopping you from being able to move at all as he used his stature to keep you there. 

He lay his head against your cheek, deciding to ignore how you’d touched him moments ago. “And every moment I am away from you is agony, so just accept my affection”. The assassin pressed a sweet kiss to your head unaware of the way your eyes were moving lower down his body. While the man normally towered over you, with the way he was bent, you had a great view as your eyes followed the hair that disappeared below his trousers, the fabric sitting low on his hips “I’m only wearing this because I miss it…it feels like home” his voice was stern, like he could read the ideas flowing in your mind.

Your heart softens at his words, you know how hard it’s been for him since he left the tribe but that mushy feeling doesn’t stop the way you look at him, or the way your thighs press together “And what if you did wear it for other reasons?” and you felt Connor’s entire body starting to tense. His breath catching in his throat at the tone of your voice.

“What kind of reasons?” his voice rumbled from above you in that way that made your thighs press together, Connor’s hands squeezed your wrists for a moment before letting them go, his hands travelled down to your thighs, pulling your dress up until he could feel the warm soft fat of your thighs. And this time it was you grabbing his wrists to stop him.

“I have a better idea”.

And that was how you ended up running through the woods, a grin on your face as you tried to control your breathing. You’d moved away from the homestead so there was less of a chance of someone catching what you were doing. For a moment you paused, hand against a tree as you leant to gather your breath. How Connor spent hours running you had no idea. A noise startled you and your head turned quickly, you swear you saw brown so your legs started running again.

It didn’t take long until you heard something again, and then big arms were wrapped around you. Hot breath against your skin, panting in your ear as you were forced to the forest floor. He used his body weight to pin you to the ground, his arms holding your hips up as he bucked forward against your ass. Your arms moved to hold your weight up, knees on the floor as your legs spread and your breasts heaved as your own breathing became shallow.

His voice filled your senses “What’s this? A sweet little bunny alone in the woods?” One of his hands stayed around your waist to keep you in place, the other moved your dress until it was pushed up your back, and he groaned at the sight of your bare cunt. Dripping and clenching around nothing. “With a sweet little hole ready to be used”.

Connor’s hold on you made it difficult to move and all you wanted was to grind against something as his words teased you, his hand slid so slowly between your legs, ignoring where you wanted him to touch most until you whined loudly. The sound that left you had him almost growling, his hips bucking forward again. 

He took a breath to control himself, his eyes glancing around him and listening for any sound of people, once he heard none his fingers slid along your pussy, gathering the wetness as his finger pressed to your clit and circled the sensitive nub until your hips were pressing down against him. “Poor bunny, just so wet” his thumb pushed at your hole gently causing you to mewl and your thighs to squeeze around his wrist.

The corner of the assassin’s mouth turned up, his thumb slipping past your hole and he moved his legs between yours pushing them open so you were held spread for him. Connor groaned at the sight, his trousers feeling far too tight suddenly. He watched your cunt clench around his thumb and his eyes darkened at the sight. The urge to fuck you taking a tight hold but he needed to get you ready first.

“Cunt just needs a fat cock to stretch it out” his thumb slipped from your hole resorting you to whimper at the feeling and the man above you shushed you lightly, his back laying across your chest as his hand moved so he could slip his fingers into you instead. Two of them pushing into you, knuckles dragging against your walls slowly “You enjoying this? Someone hunting you down and fucking you against the floor?” you clenched around his fingers in response.

Connor knew your body better than anyone, so he knew when to curl them up against that sweet spot inside you. His fingers constantly pushed into you over and over again until your slick was drooling down your thighs and pooling on the floor below you, your arms shook as they held your weight up and your back arched as you tried to push against his hand more. 

The man had you painting his hand in your orgasm, honey skin glistening with your juices as you moaned and gasped from his actions. Your eyes slipped closed as you cried out from the orgasm. Your legs twitching, and your arms couldn’t hold you up as you fell against the floor, leaves and sticks prickling your skin as you lay there.

“Such a good bunny” His fingers moved from your hole and you whimpered from the sensitivity. His clean hand pushed his trousers down, and he wrapped the wet hand around his cock to pump it a few times, grunting at the feeling before he rubbed the already leaking tip across your folds and against your clit until you were trying to get away. His hand pushed your back, using his strength and weight to keep you in place as his voice rumbled through your ear “You stay right there so I can breed this pretty little pussy, or you wont cum again”.

A gasp left your mouth at his words, hips bucking back against his cockhead. And Connor’s head fell back at the feeling, using his hand to rub against your clit again so he could feel the way you squirmed, trying to stay still but failing. “Please wolf” came the desperate moan below him as you tried so hard to be good.

And he grinned down at you in that animalistic way “Well if you insist”. The feeling of his cock pushing into you and your knees drawing under you, walls trying to adjust to the size of him and your head falling against the floor. The feeling was too much for you even with the prep, Connor tried to go slowly until your hand reached for him, grasping at his waist to pull him closer, unable to speak of what you wanted but he got the idea as he quickly finished pushing into you. His hips flush against your ass, and his cock fully buried inside you.

Connor’s head fell back at the feeling of your tight walls clamping down on him, your hand falling from his hip as your hands curled against the ground, gripping leaves and anything else. His hand pushed further into your back, the other gripping at your hip as it bruised the fat there. And he stayed still for all of a moment, listening to the way you panted and moaned at feeling so full before he pulled back and then snapped forwards causing you to jolt with the movement.

Within moments Connor was bullying his cock in and out of you, barely giving you the time to adjust to him. “Gonna breed this bunny so good” his words had your eyes fluttering as his hips snapped against you. The sound of skin slapping filled the forest around you, Connors grunts and your moans drowned out the sound of animals. Your cunt clenched around him at his words and his grip tightened on you “Like that? Yeah you do, wants this wolf to breed her”

His voice was hoarse as he kept mumbling out words that sent your head dizzy, and your hole tighter. Your legs shaking beneath you, nails digging into the ground and your body jolted forward with every snap of his hips. Every “good girl”, “That’s it” and “Take it” earned Connor some of those sweet noises. His breathing shallow as he lay his chest against your back, covering you completely with his build and pressing you further into the ground.

His hand slipped from your hip to circle at your clit, you didn’t know whether to press back against his cock or forward against his hand. The feeling had you drooling against the ground until your hole spasmed around him and you moaned. Your second orgasm hit you as you soaked his thighs and the floor again. Connor’s hips stuttered at the feeling until his cock pressed into you a few times slowly, dragging against your over sensitive walls until he was forcing you to the ground completely and hot sticky ropes of cum filled you. 

You twitched around him at the feeling, his hands moving to soothe your body as he pinned you to the floor with his weight. He panted in your ear as he came, his hips rolling forward a few more times until he was done. You whimpered as he slipped himself from you, he watched his cum drool from your hole before using his fingers to push it back in and your hips pressed back “That is a pretty sight” he mumbled.

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[miguel-ohara-wifey]

Meet me in the woods

Chapter 1; Spring

Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton x fem!native reader

Rating; 18+/smut + hurt comfort

Prompt; Even effectively as an exile of his tribe, you being of an enemy tribe of the Mohawk people. Connor and you cannot be seen together. But you two found a way.

Warnings; blood, mentions of colonialism and war, do not take my representation of native medical practices as fact they’re not it’s a fic, bullet injury, PiV sex, partial nudity unprotected sex, fem on top, riding, hand job, scratching, praise kink, dom Ratonhnhaké:ton at the end

Tag list; @slnthlll Ask ye shall receive ❤❤❤

Word count; 2.7K

Sitting on the earth, nervously clutching your legs as close to your rib cage as possible. The knowledge Ratonhnhaké:ton should’ve been here hours ago rattles in the walls of your mind. Comfortably sitting on the healthy green grass as you were. The spring stars dotted the night sky above you. As the campfire dancing just beyond where you sat staved off the impending night cold.

You couldn’t get comfortable despite the gorgeous scenery. Far away from the settlers, from the violence on the shores due to the settler war. It all melted away within the confines of the woods. But again; your love Ratonhnhaké:ton hasn’t come. You two would meet here every two nights to rekindle your love. This marks the first night he doesn’t meet you. Anxiety inevitably sets itself under your skin. Leaving you shaking, the cold winds had nothing on the stress his absence cut onto your flesh and face. 

You resolve yourself to go look for him once the moon positioned itself just above you. Roughly ten minutes from where you could tell. So you bite your tongue in an ambient effort to distract yourself from the list of what could have happened to him molding itself in your mind. The silence of the forest was no longer a comfort. But an invisible cage forcing you inside your own head. 

You now hear the cracking of branches behind you, startled the first moment. But relieved the next, excitedly onto your feet as you chase after the noise. 

“Ratonhnhaké:ton-“

You shouted, but you only saw him face first on the ground. Having fallen up the climb to the hill where your camp was perched. You then spotted blood pouring from where his hand gripped at his left side. 

You didn’t even waste time cursing, fumbling down the hill. To get his right arm over the brim of your shoulders. Desperately trying to move this mountain of a man up the hill with your twig arms. Luckily for you both Ratonhnhaké:ton woke up after briefly passing out. He coughed upon opening his eyes, blood now fell from his bottom lip. Connecting his mouth and his chin in a red line. 

He managed to balance himself on his feet, as you carried enough of his weight to get him over the hills slope. Then putting his back on the tree shadowing your tent. Once he was there, he started trying to control his breathing.

“I have supplies!” You screeched softly 

You grabbed some medicine as he gritted his teeth in pain. Trying to subside the pain of a blistering gash between the inside and the outside of his body a settler bullet created. With the irritation of his teeth forced against one another. 

After a few moments of rummaging through your medical treatments bag on the other side of the fire. You found what would cure a stabbing wound. It’s the best you had for this. With the herbs in one hand and a rag in the other. You planted your knees beside Ratonhnhaké:ton wound after closing the distance between you two. 

You moved his hand to see the damage, once air was exposed to it Ratonhnhaké:ton winced. He then sighed, able to get his cramping arm to move. You then softly tapped the wound with the herbs. To clear out any infections. The next step was now using the rag to soak up the blood in his wound. After it was soaked, you placed the now red rag down. With all the strength in your wrists and grip, you ripped out a long piece of your own clothes. 

The blood loss Ratonhnhaké:ton suffered impaired his sight, the black edges of his vision getting closer and closer. Meanwhile a persisting buzzing in his ears clouded the sounds of ripping clothes. You then started taking off his clothes. A usual activity of yours, but not for the intended result which usually motivated you. 

You took off his dirty white outer jacket, the leather fabric slab across his chest. Adorning him in bullets brought over by the settlers. It all fell to the dirt with an unpleasant clank. Then his shirt below it, once unbuttoning it to make a slip to his skin. His flawlessly toned body and abs distracted you for a precise second. It’s an image you’ve seen a thousand times at this point. But the beautiful dips on his body created by his muscles. How his skin is always soft and warm. A distraction of yours Ratonhnhaké:ton noticed. 

“My eyes are up here.” He joked with a pained grin on his face.

“I know I know.” You sarcastically dismissed it with a touch of feeling of embarrassment.

After a shake of your head, you started wrapping your makeshift bandages around his torso. Hated to cover up something so perfect but it must be done you joked to yourself. Once three laps were made of what used to be your clothes over Ratonhnhaké:ton’s wound. You gave it a good squeeze before tying it at the ends. You looked up to him inquiring 

“Feeling better?” You moved your left finger to scrap the blood from under his mouth. In response he grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“Much better now that you are here…” he wistfully said once he was done kissing your hand. 

You would ask what happened but you knew who Ratonhnhaké:ton was. To most on these lands he’s a killer, a traitor to his people, a pawn of the settlers. You thought just the same when you two first met. When all you had in exchange was cold stares and colder interactions when they were absolutely necessary. But it can’t be further from the truth. His reputation and your feelings for him. 

After his eyes met with yours, he moved the hand which grasped yours to your cheek. Pushing a loose hair blocking the sight of your face from him by just an inch. But still too much not to see of you. He presses his mouth onto yours as you sit before one another. It sparked as a line of pecking at one another. But blazed into a hungry devouring of each of your souls from your bodies. Resulting in you placing yourself on his lap. And him meeting each of his palms at your hips. 

Your hips perfectly fit into his own. He dwarfs you by a lot. In both weight and height. Yet he handles you with utter gentleness. And how your bodies compliment each other flawlessly on their own says enough of how much you two love making love. 

However with Ratonhnhaké:ton’s injury your usual routine of sex won’t go underway. So you decide to take initiative. Splitting from his lips for a single moment you instruct.

“Do not worry beloved, I will take over tonight….”

You get to work placing your arms between both of your hips.

“You do not have to-“

You then seal his mouth shut with a single finger pressing against it.

“No beloved, I want to.” Your command killed the resolve in his body. Slumping him down against the tree completely. 

He made a blissed sigh as you went back to work on his pants. As this gorgeous petite woman was rummaging between where your bodies meet. You managed to get his cock free, it was definitely the largest you’ve ever seen. It’s always a push to get it inside you every time. 

With a discomforting shove every single time, but how it pleases you. And the wonderful man attached to it makes it more than worth it. You then started to lift up your clothes from your body. Exposing your chest to him like his is exposed to you. Everything between your shoulders and hips was now set free for his sight. 

He’s seen your breasts a thousand times, but they’re beautiful every single time. Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t discriminate between sizes. He just adores the chance to have two pieces of soft flesh to press in between his fingers as he cups them. 

In the midst of the shock of the sight of your breasts painting his face. You circle every one of your right fingers tightly around his length. The sensation alone sends a warming delight straight to his brain. Now the sting of his bullet wound was drowned out for good. Your hands on his cock is that much of a heavenly feeling. 

You start moving your fingers up and down promptly, inadvertently his grip on your hips digs his fingernails past the surface of your flesh. Not enough to draw blood, but will leave marks. You don’t mind at all. 

You started hastening in your motions, ensuring he’s good and ready when you squeeze his dick with your insides. He can’t tell what he loves more around him, this or your pussy. But he’ll surely take both until he can decide. 

You can feel his twitching, you know he does so whenever he’s close. Your own wetness started leaking through what little clothes were around your body. But you ignored it. He starts cursing in his mother language as the sweet better half of what you did to him began. 

How you, this tiny creature in comparison to the brick wall of a man he was. How you so easily took him down with simple motions, a simple smile, or even a small slice of your personal sarcasm. Making him puddy in your hands mystifies and delights him. But no thought could take hold in his skull. 

His very being reduced to soup as you jacked away at any and all of his will power. He could barely move his fingers into your skin. He had to remind himself to breathe in order to do that too. His own heart would give out if he had to remember to move his own blood.

He can’t think of anything else but your silky hand pulling him to orgasm. He doesn’t want to give out this soon but his body rejects his wishes. It simply can’t withstand this onslaught for much longer. A fact you’re well aware of. Pushing yourself higher to meet his eyes, as your usual posture would have you meet as his neck. 

You then locked eyes with him encouraging;

“Go ahead my beloved. I want you to feel good….”

Your sultry whisper was the push off the edge, cum splashing all over your wrist and fingers. He growled out his final moan during this. He was panting and wheezing the entire time. But this howl from in between his teeth would scare the most daring of wolves. All that coated his upper body was sweat. As his one breath returned you washed off his cum from your hands on the ground. 

You then lined your womanhood just above his cock, now softened from the fall of his high. Positioning your hands on his shoulders, your chin rubbing in between his chest. You had to admit you should’ve done this earlier. Having nothing but his chest in sight as you have total control of the motions of your love. Gets you going better than you could’ve imagined. Connor shared the sentiment, proof was in the weak smile he gave as he looked down at you. One of his hands are now massaging your tiny back. 

“Are you sure you do not want me to take over now?” 

Even when he’s injured, certainly enjoys being in charge. And behind his eyes desperately hungry for more. He still asks you what you want, what you need. He possesses a bleeding heart in a world of people who can somehow live with a stone in their rib cages. 

You kiss him innocently and remark confidently,

“Yes.”

You moved your pussy from just dancing the tip of his cock in it, to pushing down against his balls. He threw his head back, his pony tail crushed between the bark of the plant and his head. All he could feel, and know, and see, and hear. Was your walls hugging around his cock as beautifully as it always does. 

It gets better as you start pushing yourself up and down on him. His breathing just started to stabilize. Something you destroyed by your pace, it wasn’t too soft or too rough. It was careful, like you two are with your entire relationship.

You have to sneak around, dwell entirely around this campfire in the woods far away from everything. From your peoples, the settlers, your demons. You could live here even for the night in a perfect world. A realm only you two knew and could be a part of. No war, no bloodshed, no betrayal, and no loyalties. Just your flesh and hearts bound together so willingly. 

Not the force which defines your lives, but how you choose one another. Is what can exist between your hearts and your bodies in this place. 

The brand new feeling of rearranging your own insides by your own muscles is euphoric. It makes even more stars appear in your eyes than the ones dangling above you two. Ratonhnhaké:ton was the exact same, now both his palms smoothed the skin of your back. Holding you in place somewhat, but weakly so. All muscle in his body died as you went about your riding. 

Good god how you take control of him is hot. He for once doesn’t have to be the dominant one. The one to take commands and dish out aggression. He can receive, finally.

However, managing to keep your mind straight. To have his tip poke at your cervix, while aiming at your g spot immediately after. You both were pleased by such a strategy. His very blood churning pleasantly as your vagina brushed up against every one of his sides over and over and over again.

His fingers tips start twitching again against the surface of your body. Your very heart is able to pick up on the shaking he was experiencing. And you delighted in it, your forehead now touching his collarbone. You focused purely on how you would carry you both. 

Your own torso was increasingly tighter as this ensued. A spiral of pleasure making its way in your gut. Your wetness sliding down to his balls, as the sweat between your hips almost risks you slipping out if it is not for his arms around you. 

Is what’ll finish you both off, ramming yourself hard now to rush to your collective high. You now start marking his shoulders with your nails, he groaned approvingly as you did so. You’ve scratched his back while in missionary enough times to know he likes such. 

Soon placing his hand on the nape of his neck, shoving your fingers just below his jawline. It compels him to look you in the eyes again. Each of your heavy panting brushed past your cheeks in a humid cloud of breath. Just before meeting lips again, more starved than ever. Wanting to swallow each other’s cries as you concluded this encounter. 

And you did, howling in each other’s breath as he now could release inside of you. Both of your cum acting as adhesive begging for your bodies to stay together longer. Something he took to heart, once you two could finally form words and not intelligible clouds of breath. He got on his knees, holding you onto him with newly reclaimed strength. Passing your back to the ground as you gasp.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton!”

He punctuated your half plea with a kiss, in your now familiar position. He was still balls deep inside of you as he did such, you two how much closer to the fire. You could feel specks of dirt sticking to your back via the sweat. But you cried breaking off the kiss

“Y-your injury!”

“I need you more than I need blood…”

He confessed with his typical stoic expression and tone. You giggled, trying to compromise.

“Just, just go slow.” You begged weakly as he started a new pace

“Whatever you want.” He relents immediately

He whispered, almost scared the wind would take away his confession. You placed your hand on his cheek, just below his left eye.

“I love you Ratonhnhaké:ton…”

“I love you.”

#connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #Ac3 #Assassins Creed #ratonhnhaké:ton #Ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #18+ #smut #connor kenway x fem!reader #Ratonhnhaké:ton x fem!reader

[pacentia]

Provider

Pairing: Ratonhnhaké:ton/female!reader (established married relationship)

Words: 1.444

Notes: this is nsfw pregnant gratuitous smut with Connor Kenway. 10 years ago I was a fangirl, still a fangirl today.

Cosy and romantic is what would describe Davenport manor best in this strong winter weather. You had Ratonhnhaké:ton to thank for this. Your husband had built, improved and provided everything your home needed to bring your child into this world.

Your little one had been a deliberate and well thought out choice. The both of you knew a child and the Assassin's guild were not compatible, so you both left this life in the past to begin a new one - Ratonhnhaké:ton as protector of Homestead and you as Head of trade. There were no more visions of the Nexus, so you assumed that your duties had been fulfilled.

The community of homestead had prospered after all those years - from 10 people to around 50 men, women and children. This sense of community is something your man needed. He cared about everyone - he was there to make your community feel safe. Though now, you were at the top of his worries.

You were seven months along and with each passing month he fussed more than the last one. You should be warm enough. Your blankets should be soft enough. Of course, you didn't mind- this was how Ratonhnhaké:ton showed his love to you. Sunken away in thoughts, you didn't hear him come in downstairs as you lay bare underneath all your soft blankets in your large bed.

"Hello love," his soft voice greeted you, while his leather cladded hands sneaked up to your full belly. His lips pressed against your forehead. "Did you rest well?"

You hummed and nodded, inviting him to come lay beside you. The broad man rose from beside you to undress, discarding his heavy winter coat, unbuttoning his shirt until he was left in his undergarments. His arm wrapped around your back, so that your head rested underneath his chin.

"Trouble today?" You asked about his day.

"No," He answered. "I taught Maria's son how to set up animal traps though. He wanted to learn."

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his neck, your fingertips tracing over the defined muscles of his stomach. You loved hearing about his stories with the villagers. These were ordinary interactions really, but all those people truly looked up to him. There was only respect for your husband in this place, unlike his experiences with the people in Boston.

You shifted to lock eyes with his hazel ones and nuzzled against his caramel skin. "And, did he like it?" You asked.

He hummed, "He wanted to see the frontier afterwards, but Maria was not so keen on that."

You chuckled, "I miss the frontier as well."

"I know," Ratonhnhaké:ton answered softly. His free hand softly cupped your full belly. He knew you missed exploring the massive woods of the frontier but you had both decided that it was too dangerous after your encounter with a large pack of aggressive wolves in your second month along.

"Soon, my love." He promised. "But for now, I provide for you."

A warm heat welled up in your lower belly from his caring words. A flush spread among your cheeks. You were a fully independent woman - at least before pregnancy - but knowing you could fully rely on this strong, handsome man made you feel weak in the knees.

His hold on you got a little tighter and his free hand gently started rubbing over your stomach. The air in the room grew hot and your hips shifted in response. Ratonhnhaké:ton was well aware that certain things he said - or did, held sway over your body.

His large, calloused fingers made his way slowly to the apex of your thighs, which made you automatically part your legs for him. You gasped when he cupped your sex - his fingers gliding over the wetness of your lips. An audible gasp escaped your lips, burying your face in his neck. The manly musk of pine and sweat heightening your senses.

His fingers ever so softly glided over your entrance, spreading the wetness over your sensitive bud until you were a soaked mess. The native man knew just how to pleasure you, his dripping fingers playing, circling and teasing your clitoris. You held him close, moaning his true name in pleasure. Eventually the blanket grew far too hot for both of you, and you lay completely bare for him.

His palm pressed on your clitoris as his thick fingers snaked down, waiting right at your entrance. "Please - Ratonhnhaké:ton, i need you inside-"

He shushed you and made you look at him, his soft lips pressing against you, his tongue raking yours. "Yes, love. I need to prepare you first." A grin spread across his lips - which made you moan in return. You caught his large member twitch in his undergarments, and you didn't hesitate to pull them down - revealing his heavy 9-incher, oozing precum.

He knew you weren't a patient woman, so he plunged two of his thick fingers inside your sex - making your legs shake and his member leak even more. You moaned loudly, obscene sounds of sopping wetness filling the bedroom. He started pumping his fingers in and out, muscles in his arms flexing beneath his shining dark skin.

"You look so beautiful," He groaned in his deep and lustful voice. "So full with my child." He whispered in your ear, as his fingers plunged so deeply. His primal words did it for you, and a hot surge exploded in your tummy. Clear white liquid squirted all over his expert fingers and hands, soaking the sheets together with it. Your husband did not hesitate to taste his two fingers that were inside you, and sucked your cream off of them. He hummed in response, and enclosed his large member in his palm, coating himself with your sex juices. "Like honey," Your man groaned.

Immediately you pulled him in for a deep kiss, tongues intertwined - tasting yourself on his lips. You hadn't enough of him and you needed more- needed him really inside of you. Unable to wait any longer, you pulled his big body on top of you and begged him to take you. At once he indulged you, coating his thick cock with saliva and pressed his flush cockhead into your sex.

You were sure you entered heaven when you felt his thick cock slide deep inside you, your walls spreading to accommodate his impressive girth. He muttered expletives in his native tongue, setting a firm grasp on the flesh of your hips, careful not to hurt you in any way. You grasped for anything, the sheets, your pillow, his muscled arms - anything to hold onto to brace for impact as he entered you. His hips pressed deep inside you - all the way, until he was nestled right against your womb. He couldn't help himself but to stay there a few seconds and touch your body - the body of his Goddess - your breasts, your swollen belly, your legs in the air - your feet pressed his defined chest.

"Please, Ratonhnhaké:ton - please fuck me." You moaned desperately. Of course, your lover complied and started pistoning his strong hips inside you. You threw your head back in pleasure, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him. His dark skin possessed a light sheen of sweat, and each time he fucked himself deep into you, you watched the muscles, sinews move beneath his beautiful skin. His teeth gritted with each thrust and growled like a beast, while his hazel eyes focused on your body.

Your fingers found your clitoris, and the only thing you could think of was cumming for him - he always wanted you to finish first.

"Please cum, my love. I want to feel you cum on my big cock." He moaned in heat, pounding you into the bed. You bit your lips and nodded, focusing on the bodily pleasure he was giving you, his big cock deep inside you, firm in his hold, completely his. You cried out his name and your walls contracted around his large member, coming undone for your husband.

Your man couldn't last any longer and pinned both your hands above you, leaning over your body to kiss you. His strong abdomen flexing against your pregnant belly, releasing a deep groan against your lips - spilling his warm seed deep inside you. You could feel him twitching, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through his body.

His body completely engulfed yours, not yet leaving from inside you. He nuzzled your forehead, peppering kisses against your jaw. A big hand caressing your stomach ever so carefully. "Konoronhkwa" he whispered. "I love you too" You smiled blissfully, drifting away in a peaceful and deep sleep.

#connor kenway #assassin's creed 3 #ratonhnhaké:ton #ac #i want my baby connor #connor kenway smut

[gaycragula]

REQUEST INFO

Requests are currently: OPEN Masterlist

| Fandoms and the characters I will write for:

Overwatch

Ashe

Ana

Baptiste

Bastion

Brigitte

Cassidy

Doomfist

D.Va

Echo

Genji

Hanzo

Junker Queen

Junkrat

Kiriko

Lucio

Mei

Mercy

Pharah (Platonic)

Ramattra

Reaper

Reinhardt

Roadhog

Sigma

Sojourn

Soldier: 76

Sombra

Symmetra

Tracer (Platonic)

Widowmaker

Zarya

Zenyatta

Assassin’s Creed

Alexios

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Bayek of Siwa

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

Edward Kenway

Haytham Kenway

Classic Horror Movies

Jason Vorhees

Michael Myers

Ghostface (Billy and/or Stu)

Ash Williams

Leatherface

Team Fortress 2

Scout

Sniper

Medic

Spy

Soldier

Heavy

Pyro

Engineer

Demoman

Arcane

Vander

Jinx/Powder (Platonic/Romantic/Paternal)

Vi (Platonic/Paternal)

Caitlyn (Platonic)

Silco

Jayce

Viktor

Ekko (Platonic/Romantic/Paternal)

Marcus

Surf’s Up (2007) 

Cody Maverick

Chicken Joe

Geek (Big Z)

Tank

Lani

How to Train Your Dragon

Hiccup

Astrid

Stoick

Honestly I'll probably write for anyone if requested

| What I write:

Character x Male!Reader

Character x GN!Reader

Character x Nonbinary!Reader

Character x (above)Reader x Character

| Things I will write:

Smut

Fluff

Poly Relationships

Trans!Male Readers/Characters

| Things I will NOT write:

Fem aligned (x reader wise)

SA/Non-con

Scat kink

Foot fetish

Pregnancy

Yandere

If you have any questions about a certain kink/fetish or trope, feel free to ask! Again, I can’t say for sure I will be comfortable writing certain asks and I would like to keep the ability to deny anything if it makes me uncomfortable. 

#assassins creed odyssey #assassins creed syndicate #assassins creed #x male reader #male reader #gn reader #overwatch #horror movies #team fortress 2 #poly relationship #smut #fluff #arcane #arcane netflix #arcane x male reader #surf's up #surf's up 2007 #jacob frye #evie frye #alexios #bayek of siwa #connor kenway #edward kenway #haytham kenway #Ratonhnhaké:ton

[teecupangel]

From @saberamane

I just had one of the crackiest thoughts, and I need to share. The ‘prompt’ is “WWDD or What Would Desmond Do?” (a play on what would jesus do)

In this scenario, Clay is the one sent back in time. One minute, dead. The next, he’s…somewhere he shouldn’t be.

After some time, and figuring out that, yes, he is alive, Clay comes upon the conundrum of what, exactly, he is suppose to do now.

So Clay starts asking himself 'what would desmond do’, and the answers are usually pretty simple. Desmond would try to 'fix’ things and 'help’ people. Two things that got Clay dead. So he decides, he’s going to do the opposite.

This starts getting Clay attention. Desmond would kill Templar’s because it’s the right thing to do, Clay does it just because he can. Desmond would destroy Templar outposts and supplies to weaken them, Clay does it because he’s testing some new bombs. (And he added extra stuff in the bombs to make pretty colored smoke.) Desmond would help the local Assassin’s, because that’s just what he did. He helped people.

Clay tells those bastards, in no uncertain terms, to stay the fuck away from him. 'You do you, and I’ll do me, and no one gets hurt.’

And then there’s a dilemma. 

There’s one thing Desmond would do…that Clay would also do.

And that’s sleep with the ancestor.

(Because they’re all ridiculously hot, and Clay’s not good at denying himself things he wants.)

So when the opportunity presents itself…Clay takes it.

(I suppose, logically, Clay would be sent to Italy since he is a descendant of Ezio, but who’s to say the POE didn’t…split Clay into 3??)

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additions from teecup:

Sooooo… I have a confession to make.

Remember how there was supposed to be a oneshot for Ratonhnhaké:ton’s birthday last April 4 that got changed to 2 short smut?

The idea was it would be a Yew Branch where Clay got reincarnated as one of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s hide-and-seek buddies. His name would have been Kariwase and he’d be… well, pretty much the reluctant sidekick of Ratonhnhaké:ton who joined him in his quest outside of his village to keep an eye on Ratonhnhaké:ton because “you remind me of a someone”.

And he’d have a snark-to-snark combat with Haytham who is only still alive because Clay knows Ratonhnhaké:ton wouldn’t like it if Clay was to just kill the dude and he would be rude to Achilles.

So that idea could be the setup for the Ratonhnhaké:ton version of this ‘prompt’.

Now, Ezio would be the easiest though ‘cause he’d definitely be curious of the rogue ‘freelancer’ who has a beef with the Templars (no matter what he says) but is also not really a friend of the Assassins. In this scenario, putting Clay anywhere in Firenze, Venezia or Roma would fuck him up so… how about Constantinople?

He could be Piri’s favorite customer and this way… older more experienced Ezio x younger Clay. Hhhmmmm?

As for Altaïr…

Well, Clay’s a puzzle, and Altaïr would have a hard time resisting such a puzzle. He’d definitely catch the Brotherhood’s attention, especially if we set this during Al Mualim’s reign. He would definitely want to know what is up with Clay and if he’s a danger to the Brotherhood and Al Mualim’s plans. Clay would probably annoy Altaïr a lot and it’d be on purpose and their relationship would definitely be more on the side of ‘I scratch your back, you scratch mine’ with a sprinkling of ‘annoyed reluctant temporary allies with ust’.

It would be funny if, even in his relationship with any of the ancestors, Clay is also WWDD and the answer would be “Fall in love” so he’s doing his best not to fall in love with them (sleeping with them though, that’s fine and dandy) but ends up… well… doing the opposite anyway XD

#submission #ask and answer #clay getting the short end of the stick for once #i mean… we usually torture desmond XD #it’s clay’s time #no usual tags because #conclay #eziclay #altclay

[storm-breaker7]

🌟 The Guide 🌟

If you do want to request then your in the right place. This is just some yeahs and nahs about what I'm willing to write.

Also, All my works can be found here (finished and in-progress work). Or you can use a tag I made to find them (#Storm7breaker posts OR #FishyMasterlists)!

* = I will only write this if someone requests it

Characters (I can/will write)

🌌Star Wars🌌

Jedi/Sith

-Qui-Gon Jinn

-Obi-wan Kenobi

-Anakin Skywalker *

-Kanan Jarrus

-Luke Skywalker

-Darth Maul

Clones

-Cody, Fox, Wolffe, Howzer, Colt, Mayday

-Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Tup

-Echo (Pre and post citadel)

-Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Omega

(Not smut, spice or anything remotely close for omega.)

Other

-Han Solo

-Din Djarin

-Alexsandr Kallus

-Thrawn *

💥Transformers💥

G1 ⛰️

-Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, Wheeljack, Hound, Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Mirage, Prowl, Grimlock, Skyfire

-Soundwave

Prime🏜️

-Optimus Prime (& Orion Pax), Ratchet, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Arcee, Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack

-Soundwave, Knockout, Breakdown, Dreadwing, Predaking

Bayverse🌎 *

-Optimus Prime, Jazz, Ratchet, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Sideswipe

Cyberverse🛡️

-Bumblebee, Hot rod, Cheetor, Grimlock, Wheeljack, Perceptor, Chromia, Arcee, Kup

-Soundwave, Shockwave, Dead end

MTMTE/LL (IDW) 🪐

-Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Megatron, Ratchet, First Aid, Swerve, Skids, Tailgate, Chromedome, Rewind, Brainstorm, Perceptor, Fortress Maximus

-Soundwave, Cyclonus, Crankcase, Krok, Misfire, Spinister

Beast Wars 🏞️

-Optimus Primal, Rhinox, Cheetor, Dinobot, Rattrap, Tigatron, Airazor

(No smut for Rhinox or Rattrap)

Rise of the Beasts 🏕️

-Optimus Prime, Arcee, Bumblebee, Mirage

-Optimus Primal, Airazor, Cheetor, Rhinox

War for Cybertron 🌀

-Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Prowl, Mirage, Sideswipe, Red Alert, Wheeljack, Jetfire

-Optimus Primal, Rhinox, Cheetor, Dinobot, Rattrap, Tigatron, Airazor

-Ratchet

-Soundwave

(Again no smut for Rhinox or Rattrap)

(I put them all in list format of; Autobot / Maximal, Factionless then Decepticon / Predicons) Btw if any soundwave is mentioned, his minibots count aswell 🧍

👔Criminal Minds👔

-Aaron Hotchner

-Derek Morgan

-Spencer Reid

🌋Pacific Rim🌋

-Chuck Hansen

-Raleigh Beckett

🌄Red Dead Redemption 2 🌄

-Arthur Morgan

-John Marston

-Charles Smith

-Javier Escuella

-Sean Mcguire

-Kieran Duffy

-Hosea Matthews

-Josiah Trelawny

(Strictly no smut for Kieran or Hosea.)

*🐀🐢TMNT🐢🐀*

Rise 2018-2022

-Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Mikealangelo

-April O'Neil, Casey Jones

Rise 2012-2017

-Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Mikealangelo

📜🔦 Supernatural 🔦📜

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castial (what's his last name...)

🥪🕊️ Team Fortress 2 🕊️🥪

-Scout

-Soldier

-Pyro

-Demoman

-Heavy

-Engineer

-Medic

-Sniper

-Spy

(No smut or spice for pyro)

🗡️ Kingsman 🗡️

-Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin

-Harry Hart

-Merlin

-Whiskey

-Tequila

(Strictly no smut for Merlin or Harry. Yea Sorry not sorry)

🪶 Assassin's Creed 🪶

-Ezio Auditore da Firenze

-Conner/Ratonhnhaké:ton

-Haytham Kenway

-Edward James Kenway

-Shay Patrick Cormac

-Arno Victor Dorian

-Jacob Frye

-Evie Frye

(No smut for Evie)

😵‍💫 Marvel 😵‍💫

Spider people 🕸️

-Miles Morales (1610 & 42)

-Hobie Brown

-Webslinger

-Spiderman Noir

-Miguel O'Hara *

(I'll only write smut for e42 & e1610 miles if they are aged up (And Hobie if we assume he's 19. Google his age))

The Avengers 🦾 *

-Steve Rogers/Captain America

-Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

-Tony Stark/Iron man

-Thor

-Clint Barton/Hawkeye

-Sam Wilson/The Falcon

Others 🌃 *

-Matt Murdock/The Daredevil

💙 Detroit: Become Human 💙

-Hank Anderson

-Connor (RK800)

-Markus (RK200)

-Luther (TR400)

🍷 Stardew Valley 🍷

-Sam

-Sebastian

-Elliott

-Shane

-Harvey

-Magnus (The Wizard)

(I can do anyone else in vanilla sdv but no smut for them)

📦🧩 Miscellaneous 👾📦

-Owen Grandy (From Juarrsic Park)

-John wick (From John Wick)

-Neo/Thomas Anderson (From The Matrix)

-Marty Mcfly (From Back to the Future)

-Ratchet (From Ratchet & Clank)

-Crash (From Crash Bandicoot)

-Graham Calloway/Gray aka Crackle (From Carmen Sandiego)

-Maximus Decimus Meridius (From Gladiator)

-Joel Miller (From The Last Of Us)

-Martin Riggs (From Lethal Weapon)

-Deacon st John (From Days Gone)

Do's & Don'ts

✅Do's ✅

-Sfw & Nsfw 💅

-Head canons, oneshots & twoshots I can do. I can do a series but I'd need time for that.

-Can do OCs (but I need a good description or I might have to make some shit up. OR if your really good to me, you'll link your OC if you've made a post ab them)

-I can do Gn, Male (tho I haven't done one yet), and Female Reader inserts

-Any Character from the universes above I can do plantonic fics if I know them

-I can do relativity Gorey stuff as long as it's for character development (Realistic situations (for said universe))... Nothing too graphic tho 🫣🥲

-I can do poly relationships it don't phase me.

❌Don'ts❌

-There is no way in hell I'm doing yandere. Nuh uh.

-Im not comfy with rape but I can mention it. Maybe touch on it but no scene. Hell nah.

-Im not doing pregnancy or pregnant inserts or OCs so say goodbye to that.

-No pale OCs or inserts. Ok no. I'll do any coloured insert but no inserts that are pale as a ghost. (Go touch some grass. This isn't twilight)

-Im sorry but no marriages or married insert X Character. Just no. (the exception being sdv)

-Im not doing Canon X Canon. I'm just not your guy for those requests

-I suck at writing gay smut soooo.... (My bad, I just don't want to horrify people with; my writing + gay smut)

Requesting

⚠️Please follow these small tips, It will make my life easier⚠️

When requesting;

-I would like if you please be specific. I don't care if you write a whole paragraph, If I dunno what your going on about then I will probably decide what to do myself.

-If your not requesting and your just asking something, please mention that.

-Please be clear with what your asking. I'm not being mean just please make sure I can read it so I get your request right.

-You can keep your request open ended so I have most the reign, I don't mind as long as your good with what comes from it :)

I may add stuff later on if I come across something. Ty my lil goofy silly baba grills 🫶😘🧍💅

#Storm7breaker posts #FishyMasterlists

[saberamane]

Tagged by @teecupangel

Rules: (in your own post, not mine) Post the names of the files of your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that mosts intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Soooo....I don't so much have a WIP's folder as I do a whole thumb drive of stuff im writing, most of it with no intention of actually making into a fanfic atm, but I suppose if there's interest I could focus on some of them a bit more. So!

A: 'Chasing Shadows' Selkie Desmond AU with EziDes

B: 'Gotta Be Somebody For Me Out There' Jacob/Desmond Modern AU

C: 'Halo' (EziDes time-travel (possible one-shot))

D: Oneshot based off 'Angel With A Shotgun'- Desmond/Altair/Ezio/Ratonhnhaké:ton

E: 'Devil's Game' Demon Desmond AU (AltDes)

F: Federico/Clay Companion one-shot smut fic for 'We Were Born For This'

G: Jacob/Federico, EziDes, time-travel one-shot- Sabatoging the Auditore execution.

H: Technically, 'We Were Born For This' is a WIP...so I guess people can ask questions about that too? (I will give spoilers if you want, but don't get mad after!)

And I'll tag anyone who wishes to participate! (I don't know how many followers write)

(Forgot to add, most of these are idea's and vague outlines only, not actually 'written' yet.)

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[kiatheinsomniac]

ooo how about.. how would the assassins (your usual bunch) react to an s/o who loves and is really good giving the sloppy toppy? 👁️👅👁️

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: it's been a while since I wrote some ac content hehe 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, oral (m. receiving)

｡･:*˚:✧｡altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ oh altaïr just loves that about you. He'll kindly ask for you to give him head after a long or frustrating day as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and kisses the back of your neck, breath fanning over the shell of your ear to seduce you (not that it takes a lot seeing as this is something you love to do).

♡ altaïr is the type to have you on your knees beneath his desk - it's one of his favourite places for the two of you to do this when the door is locked. He often has to pour over paperwork and letters and it's the least favourite part of his job.

♡ so, he'll just sit back, spread his legs to make room for you and set a hand upon your head as you get to work. He'll pet your hair and just feel the way you bob your head up and down as he loses himself in the sensation of you swallowing him down your throat and he'll be sure to remember this the next time he's stressing over work

｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore

♡ oh Ezio is just thrilled that you enjoy giving him blowjobs so much. To begin with, he was very insistent on returning the favour but you've made it clear to him that's it's not necessary because you're not only doing it for him, you're doing it because you enjoy it. He never really asks for you to do this for him because he knows you'll do it of your own volition anyway.

♡ Ezio never seems to live alone throughout the franchise so I imagine that he prefers to do this in hidden places instead: maybe some secret spot of his down by the river arno, in some ruins in roma or perhaps in the tunnels beneath it, upon some rooftop with a view of costantinopoli's unique skyline. Either place is public, sure, but no one really goes there at the times he brings you there and so there's only the slightest risk of being caught.

♡ he tries to keep any groans and moans to a minimum so that the two of you won't be caught but he just loves to murmur words of praise to you all while you're down on your knees. He likes making you look up at him with your pretty eyes while you're down there. He lets you take the lead physically but he'll enjoy commanding you to go faster or slower or to take it deeper or use your tongue.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ratonhnhaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ he's quite shy about it but he'll never refuse you. He feels a little bad that you give him oral much more than he returns it but you've reassured him time and time again that this is something you're doing for the both of you and not just him so it's ok! He never, ever has any complaints though.

♡ seeing as Achilles' injury means he rarely leaves Davenport Manor, you and Connor often do this out in the woods around the homestead in a specific area that the two of you frequent just to be intimate together without having to worry about keeping things down so that the old man downstairs won't overhear you (you'd both be beyond mortified).

♡ Ratonhnhaké:ton knows he's big so he'll let you have complete control over what's going on. He'll have his hands on your head but it's mostly to just comb his fingers through your hair while he thanks you and tells you how good you make him feel through muffled whimpers as he bites his lips. He might tug your hair when he gets close to coming but he'll apologise the moment he realises he's doing it too much.

｡･:*˚:✧｡arno dorian

♡ as much as Arno respects that this is something you really love doing and he does like getting head from you, he's the type that genuinely prefers to give oral than to receive it. But at the same time he wants what will make you happy so he lets you have your fun.

♡ Arno tends to only do these things in private with you so this will mostly only happen in his home at the café-theatre or maybe in the club hall beneath it when he knows no one will walk in on the two of you.

♡ as said above, Arno prefers to give oral than to receive it and so his compromise is that when you want to give him oral, the two of you will often sixty-nine. He just loves having you sit on his face while your lips wrap around his cock and he can taste you on his tongue while he can feel the vibrations of your moans.

｡･:*˚:✧｡jacob frye

♡ Jacob thinks your mouth is absolutely incredible. He loves that you're always so eager to give him head and just how good you are at it. He's not too shy to spread his legs apart to make room for you while he pats his lap to beckon you over.

♡ If you're in a train carriage alone, Jacob will lock the doors, draw the curtains that look into the other carriages, and will set a pillow on the floor for your knees so that you don't get uncomfortable. He's not against a quickie here or there in some semi-public place where you could get caught so long as it's not somewhere dirty - you're a lady and you deserve better than that in his eyes.

♡ one of his favourite ways of doing this is to have you kneeling or sitting on the floor with your back to the wall, the back of your head touching it. He'll have you look up at him while he lets you take the lead or he starts off slow until he builds up to fucking your face. He just loves the noises you make and he's quick to bring you to your feet and messily kiss you the moment he's done or he wants to move on to something else.

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[kinkandkreep]

Hi u🖖 i have a request about Connor ( ratonhnhaké:ton ) can you make a spicy content about him ? ( if youre not ok with it deleted my ask ) good day or night to you.

A/N: Hey hey! Thanks for sending this in hun. 😁 I decided to do a drabble to further work my hand in that, and I also tried something a little different with this one, so I hope you enjoy! And please feel free to send in any more requests y’all! My ask box is still open!

Connor Kenway Spice

Having been married to Ratonhnhaké:ton for quite some time, you’ve come to learn a few things about him. 

For as big as he is, he’s a surprisingly silent sleeper, although he snores quietly when he’s had an especially tiring day. 

He’s got a secret sweet tooth (olykoeks are a particular favorite dessert of his).

He’s very ticklish, but only in the most odd places, like his elbows and forehead.

But perhaps most astoundingly, you’ve learned that he’s got quite the sexual appetite. 

You’re not sure what exactly you thought his libido would be like before the two of you got married, but it’s safe to say that you were rather surprised to find out that he’s essentially always ready to go. 

You assume it has something to do with the near constant flow of adrenaline he’s most likely to have given how on-the-go he always is, but you’ve never asked him to be sure. 

On a particularly good day, the two of you can take it to the bed upwards of 4 times, not including quickies for when Connor’s especially worked up and short on time. 

You’re own drive can’t always keep up, but Connor is always very respectful of that and never pressures you. In instances like that, he takes care of himself. 

Sometimes, you like to watch. 

It’s not always a mutual thing exactly, though you both do get mutual satisfaction out of it. 

Connor’s a big man, about 8 inches lengthwise and about an inch and a half thick. His own hands, which are large in their own right, just barely cover the circumference of him, nevermind yours. 

It’s incredibly satisfying to watch him come undone, his caramel skin glistening in the light of the fireplace. A light sheen of sweat covers him, causing him to radiate with an even greater glow.

He’s not loud- expressive yes, but never loud- but you can clearly see how his eyebrows scrunch as the pleasure rocks through him. 

The slick sound generated by his hand pumping his length in a steady rhythm fills the otherwise silent room. 

Connor’s head is thrown back in pleasure, strong neck and prominent Adam’s apple on display for your hungry eyes. A strange sense of possession creeps up inside you as you continue to observe your husband.

 ‘Mine,’ you think, rather deliriously. 

Or, perhaps you’d actually spoken out loud, because Ratonhnhaké:ton’s head snaps up, his normally warm carob colored eyes smoldering with a desperate sort of heat, his pupils dilated wide. 

He levels you with an expectant, slightly confused look, his hand never ceasing its back and forth, up and down motion. 

“Did you say som-”

“I said, you’re mine.”

Connor is momentarily taken aback, movements stuttering in their rhythm. 

“You-..I’m…yours?”

“Yes,” you rise from your seat, stalking the few steps towards the man before you. Upon reaching him, you kneel down, your face merely inches away from his manhood. 

Connor’s hand has long since stopped moving, his eyes following you on your path, pupils still blown out. 

Reaching up, you gently coax his hand away, replacing it with your own, and beginning slow, teasing strokes up and down his length. 

“You are mine, Ratonhnhaké:ton. Just as I am yours.”

Now leaning forward, you place a gentle, reverent kiss on his tip, chuckling at his subsequent sharp intake of air at the action. 

You can tell from the way his cock twitches and the muscles in his thighs visibly tighten- something about what you’d said struck a chord in your husband. 

You are very familiar by now with how best to go about pleasing the man: the right amount of pressure to use in your grip, just how he likes for you to slightly flick your wrist once you reach the head, the soft, barely there trace of your nails along his length. 

You could spend hours just pleasuring your love and watching his reactions.  

“Y-yours…”

Without ceasing the movement of your hand, you hum curiously, having been so absorbed in studying Ratonhnhaké:ton’s expression that you’d barely registered him speaking. 

“I am yours, Y/N. And you are mine.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton speaks again, louder and with more conviction, albeit a little breathless.

A moment passes, the two of you maintaining intense eye contact before you smile up at him.

Raising up, you cup your hand around your husband’s cheek, eyes still locked with his as your breaths mingle. 

In a moment, your lips slot perfectly into place against one another’s, pleased sounds emitting from both of you.

You swallow the precious sounds Connor makes as you begin pumping him faster. His hips and thighs begin to tense as he draws nearer to his orgasm. 

It takes but a few more strokes, and the pressure of a cleverly placed tip of your thumbnail against his head that sends Ratonhnhaké:ton over the edge. Several thick strings of creamy cum rope around your hand, Connor’s hips still jerking in the aftershocks. 

“Good boy,” you purr, bringing your hand up to sample his essence. It’s noticeably sweet, courtesy of how much fresh fruit Connor eats and the pies you always make him sample. It’s also only slightly salty, but otherwise tasteless. 

The man himself watches you with dark eyes, chest rising and falling a little more rapidly than usual. 

You’re preparing to speak, when a small yelp takes the place of the words you’d meant to say as Connor quickly flips your positions. Now it is you who sits in the chair and he who kneels before you. 

You’re a little confused, until Connor begins trailing his fingers up the exposed skin of your legs, pushing up your skirt as he goes. His eyes bore into yours, pupils still wide, although not as much as before, and that signature sexy smirk of his slightly curling his mouth. 

“You’ve been so good to me. Now, I am going to return the favor.”

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[daughterofthequeen]

Who I write for

*Crossed out means I’m not writing for them at this time*

*I also don’t write smut, not yet anyway 😉 I don’t have enough writing experience for that yet*

Oscar Isaac

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

William Tell(depends on the request)

Miguel O’Hara

Pedro Pascal

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Joel Miller

Hayden Christensen

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David Rice

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Ezra Bridger

Ahsoka

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Assassin’s Creed

Connor Kenway (Ratonhnhaké:ton)

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Eetu

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[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - Connor losing his virginity to you.

You're not sure how it came about.

One moment you're sat up in bed with your partner, Connor, settling down for the night, humming happily as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and kisses you on the forehead; the next, he's bumping noses with you, eyes roaming over your face for a second before kissing you heatedly.

The kisses come fast, your lips lingering on each other's for a second before tilting the angle of your heads, breathing heavily through the exchange. His hands wander at your chest, unsure whether the action would be wanted or not.

Sensing his anxiety, you close the distance by arching your back into his palms, sighing at the contact and wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair. His fingers knead and squeeze experimentally, tenderly, afraid to hurt you as equally as he's afraid you'll pull away.

You start to pluck the buttons of his night shirt, pulling your lips away just long enough to remove it. He lifts your night dress over your head shortly after.

After a lingering one over of each other's bare chest, your lips crash back together, the both of you groaning more excitedly into the kiss. Guiding you flat onto the bed, he lays above you with his knee pressed between your thighs, his weight distributed on his forearms. He savours the taste of your tongue for a few more moments, before pulling apart and chuckling at your pout.

He ducks his head to the swell of your breast, his breath warming a nipple into arousal, the peak hardening under his lavished attention.

Gingerly he continues, swirling his tongue around the bud, lapping it before sucking it into his mouth, his eyes closed as he hums in appreciation at the cry you let out. His fingers make sure its twin receives some attention, before dragging his lips off with a 'pop', a string of saliva connecting his mouth and your bud, repeating the process on the other nipple.

You're getting deliciously aroused by the unexpected worship and find yourself rutting against Connor's thigh, liquid pooling in your underwear. The action doesn't go unnoticed, as he lifts up, tilts your head with two fingers before drawing out a few more kisses, showering you with unspoken praise.

Connor continues his descent, peppering kisses down your jaw, neck, collar, the valley of your breasts. Dipping his head down your abdomen, his tongue dips into your navel, drawing out an unexpected shudder from you as you hasn't realised how sensitive the spot was. You wonder briefly if he has done this before, managing to drive you into a frenzy with little guidance on the matter. Though any doubt quickly dissipates as you meet his gaze, the hesitation evident in his furrowed expression.

Noticing him hesitate as he reaches the waistband of your underwear, you position yourself up on your elbows, tense in anticipation.

"Forgive me, Y/N. I haven't... Before."

You look at him for a moment, chewing your lip until he eventually meets your gaze, the faintest tinge of blush darkening his honey cheeks.

"Do you want to?"

He nods in response, almost as though he's too embarrassed to admit it aloud.

You position his hands on top of yours, helping him pull your underwear down until a thought strikes you abruptly.

"Wait." He stops. "So have you never seen... one before?"

He shakes his head. Your lips form an 'O' shape, unsure what to feel. Insecure about your sex being the first one he'll see? What if he decides he doesn't like the look of it and is put off from being intimate for the rest of your days together? What if he doesn't like the cut of the hair down there? Should you have cleaned up first?

You're snapped out of your thoughts as he speaks your name. You let out a shuddering breath and nod, deciding that you love this man wholely and trust him enough not to judge.

Squeezing his hands, you continue pulling the underwear down, letting him take over as he reaches your knees, running the fabric down your shapely legs. You prepare yourself mentally, parting your legs and laying down, averting your gaze under the anticipated scrutiny.

Everything is swollen and a dark fleshy pink, your folds visibly wet as the moisture forms a sheen over the lips. Your clit juts out from under its hood, craving contact.

"Y/N, look at me."

You gulp and do so.

You're taken aback when you see his face is swimming with emotion. He's excited, nervous, lustful, and all in all, overwhelmed.

"Show me." You're confused, your expression clearly communicating that. "Show me how to please you."

Your heart rate doubles, racing in your chest. Is he seriously asking that? And so nonchalantly too. A coy smirk occupies your lips as you take your hand, skim it down your body and part your legs further, shifting to get comfortable.

Connor sits up between your legs, kneeling to get a good view. You roll your head back and moan, letting your fingers form a 'V' shape over your lips, rubbing them, spreading them, giving Connor a glimpse at your entrance. You rub circles on your clit, sighing and dipping your finger into your pussy, inching the pad in and out to coat your fingers with your juices before pulling up and returning to your clit.

Your hips gyrate slowly against your touch, soft babbles leaving your lips, your eyebrows creased and your cheeks tinged pink. You start to finger yourself, two fingers inside as you curl them the best you can into the right angle. You set a steady pace, juices streaming down your fingers and pooling on the bed around your bottom.

Connor's fingers trace your inner thigh and the touch is magnificent. You whimper his name, begging him to touch you in few words.

He stops your fingers and you withdraw them, trailing the sticky substance up your body as you squeeze your breast, Connor's warm hand cupping your sex while looking at you. He can't help himself leaning in for another quick kiss, muttering "beautiful" before tearing himself away, ready to start.

He slips a single finger inside first, afraid the width of his would be too much. When you don't complain, instead wiggle your hips and moan, he slips in a second, rocking back and forth until he's set up a comfortable rhythm, filling you completely before pulling out halfway.

It feels wonderful, but it's not quite right. So you direct him to the right spots.

"Con-Connor, mmh just curl your fingers a little, curl them up, just... Like... Ahhh!"

He presses up against your g-spot and raises an eyebrow, withdrawing and attempting to elicit the same reaction but missing. He thrusts his fingers all the way in and instead rotates the pads of his fingers, searching for the spot that made you cry out. You guide him as best you can, and just as you're about to ask him to stop, tell him that it's okay, he rubs against a rough patch, coaxing you into a sudden minor orgasm. Juices drench his fingers, you shudder from your head to your curled toes, your nipples achingly hard.

"D-Don't... Stop!" You barely manage to breathe out.

He continues thrusting his fingers, smiling in awe at the way your hands are grasping the bed, your body writhing, sweating under his touch, his virgin touch, playing your experienced body like an instrument from Heaven.

Licking your fingers, you start to rub your clit in time with his strokes, your voice trembling as you lose the ability to control it. You might have woken the whole Homestead by now, but you've lost the ability to care. All you want in this moment is to cum.

You jump to the plateau fairly quickly, squeezing your muscles around his fingers as you whine and voice that you're going to cum.

"Should I stop?"

"NO!" You yell, a little too firmly. "No, please don't, please..."

Per your instruction, he maintains the pace. Between his fingers rubbing you wonderfully, your own fingers rubbing your clit, your free hand tugging and twisting on a nipple, you poise yourself for a glorious orgasm. Your eyes are squeezed shut, mouth agape, gasping on air as the sounds catch in the back of your throat, finally catching up with a breathy "ahhhhh", your walls involuntarily clenching down firmly around Connor's fingers.

He's fascinated by the response, entranced; you have to tap his hand to stop, head slumped as you pant, body overstimulated.

"Was that good?"

You shoot him a glare, but your features soften when you see he's genuinely asking.

"Yes, very good, Connor."

He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek, bumping noses with you affectionately.

You're all too aware of the firm press of his erection, so you walk your fingers up the length of his cock, squeezing it and looking up at him sweetly.

"Will you make love to me, Connor?"

"If that is what you want," he breathes.

Ever the gentleman, you muse, before nodding frantically. He disposes of his own underwear and kneels on the bed, unsure of himself. You guide his body on top of yours, letting him balance his weight, rather enjoying the weight of his body over you.

His cock brushes against your entrance as you grind against one another, frantically kissing as you prepare him. Taking hold of his cock and stroking it a few times, which judging by the crease of his face he rather enjoys, you position the tip by the entrance and hold it steady. He still looks lost, so you direct him.

"Just, press your hips forward, slowly."

He nods and does just that. You let your fingers slip away as the head of his cock squeezes in just fine, moaning as it brushes against your inner walls.

You whimper Connor's name, hooking your leg over his waist as he continues pressing in slowly. One look at his face and you can tell he's in bliss. He pulls back, pushing his head back into you, clearly enjoying the sensation of your walls clenching and sucking him in.

He pushes more in, and soon enough his head presses against your cervix, his pelvis flush against yours. You shudder at how deep he is inside you, throwing your arms around his neck as you pepper his face with kisses.

His breath hitches at being fully sheathed, his eyes hooded yet still searching your expression for any sign of discomfort. A quick squeeze of his bottom before bracing his shoulders is all the confirmation he needs, withdrawing slowly and sinking his shaft back in.

God, you babble incoherently at the rhythm he sets up. It's slow, but sensual. His strokes brush up against your g-spot and your lips tremble as your nipples ache for friction. You rub your chest against his, leaving open mouthed kisses along his neck and collar bone.

"Oh, God, Connor."

"Is that good?"

You can't do anything but moan in response. You know it's not intended as dirty talk, he's simply checking you feel pleasure, but dear God do you love the words as they slip from his mouth. You want to encourage him more in future, but for now settle on reassuring him with nods, squeezing your walls around his length, making him throw his head back with a groan, his pace breaking as he snaps his hips in a little harder than intended.

You yelp, loving the new pressure. He mistakes it for pain and apologises but you quickly take his palm and press it against your face, littering it with kisses as you sigh for him to fuck you.

He repeats the motion, you yelp again, feeling the bubbling of a new orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

His new pace is ecstasy. But then he pulls himself out, kneels upright completely on the bed, grabs your ankles as he drags you closer, before swiftly penetrating you again, eliciting a groan of deep pleasure from you.

"Oh my god, Connor, fuck!"

He rocks his hips into you, firm and fast, his hands stroking your thighs and driving you into a wild frenzy. He can't get enough of how beautiful you look when you let go. Lips full, swollen, pouted. You love the sweat that drips from his forehead, the way his braids have come loose, swaying in his eyes, his hair tousled from where you've grasped it.

"I'm so close," you coo, chasing your umpteenth orgasm of the night, silently impressed that Connor is such a quick learner. He feels something is missing; remembering your positive response from earlier, he snaps his hips into yours and takes his thumb to your exposed clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.

"Fuck, Connor!"

"Good?" He repeats.

You start to think he knows it's good by this point, he's just driving you for compliments. But you're in no mind set to deprive him of said praise.

"Oh baby, it's incredible, don't stop what you're doing, god I love it."

He heeds your feedback, maintaining the speed and pressure. He soon feels you twitch around him, a long cry breaking into the night, accompanying the rhythmic banging of the headboard against the wall and the creaking of the bed. It would be quite clear to a passerby what activity the two of you are engaging in. You couldn't care less, you're in absolute euphoria.

Sobbing his name over and over as the orgasm washes through you, you open your eyes just in time to meet his, dark and cloudy, his breathing erratic as he reaches his end.

Wanting to help him, your hands reach the back of his ass, squeezing the cheeks as you tighten around him. He pulls out roughly, breaking your hands away as he jerks his cock onto your stomach. Heavy white ropes spurt out and coat your skin, mixing with the sweat as you both pant, mumbling curses as you try to catch your breath.

Opening your eyes, you see him smiling down at you, blushing - from the exertion? Or the intimacy of the act? You aren't sure, but it hardly matters. You smile back, sitting up and stroking his cheek.

"How was that?" You mumble, butterflies swarming in your tummy as he takes your hand and kisses it all over, before capturing your lips and kissing you breathless.

"Perfect. You're perfect. We're perfect. Konnorónhkhwa, I really do."

Your heart flutters at his confession, repeating the phrase. His face lights up, not just at learning you feel the same way, but at the syllables of his native language leaving your lips so perfectly.

"Konnorónhkhwa," he repeats, disheveled and grinning.

"Konnorónhkhwa."

After wiping his cum off your skin with a damp cloth, the two of you embrace under the covers, drifting off into the most satisfying slumber you could imagine. Your erotic dreams leave you well aroused when you wake in the morning, which pleases Connor to no end as he's ready for another round of fucking you.

Only this time you have a little thing to teach him, which goes by the name of '69'. He's very happy to spend his morning learning all these new things, especially since the learning comes with demonstrations, and you as his tutor.

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Meet me in the woods

Chapter 2; Summer

Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton x Fem!native reader

Rating; 18+ & hurt/comfort

Prompt; When you and Ratonhnhaké:ton first realized your feelings for one another. As well as consummating your relationship immediately after.

Warnings; mention of colonialism, settler violence, PiV sex, soft dom! Ratonhnhaké:ton , unprotected sex, kissing, swearing, crying, semi-public sex, nipple play, breeding kink, praise kink, body worship, doggy style

Tag list; @slnthlll part twoooo ;3

Word count; 3.4K

Following months of aiding Ratonhnhaké:ton in his assassinations and fight against the settler state. Mending his scrapes and disinfecting his bullet wounds. You two spent much of that time in between discussing your dreams, hopes, pasts, and your wishes for the future. 

You saw the depths of his beautifully soft heart, witnessing nothing but the utter sincerity and honesty defining Ratonhnhaké:ton’s being. Which surpasses any human being you thought capable of on their own. You adored him, you adored just talking with him. 

The days and nights would pass like seconds even if you two just talked about nothing at all. Your favorite foods, your favorite flowers, how high he can lift you up. That third one was your favorite, able to feel his muscles flex beneath you as he let you sit on his biceps. 

But now, you two couldn’t do anything or talk at all today. After he had to escort the survivors of an attack on your tribe. A tribe that’s not only done nothing at all for his people. But has done nothing for him personally, in fact even his repeated successes in their favor. Has been met with nothing but at worst viscous verbal attacks, or at best silent disdain. 

Yet he offers his home in the wake of their crisis, even defended you all during the attack. The sun had just dived below the line between the sky and the earth. As everyone else of your tribe was in the homestead.

Rationing blankets and space on the floors of every room. A native person splayed out on every single square foot of the wood at the bottom of the house. Ensuring them all equal shelter in exchange for individual privacy and space. The chattering bouncing off the walls in loo of the arrangement has died. Everyone was either asleep or motionlessly awaiting slumber. Ratonhnhaké:ton even gave up his own room to a few native families to stay with their children. 

He sat peacefully after watching the sunset, under the branches of a patch of forest shielding the view of the Atlantic Ocean. From where anyone on the homestead could see. The shadows of the trees started dissolving in preparation for the blackness of night soon on its way. 

You witnessed such from the stepping block to the homestead's front door. The clouds holding onto faded purple and pink hues from the sunset moments ago. Not letting go despite the sun's time in the sky coming to an end. Said colors forming a halo just over where you saw Ratonhnhaké:ton, as if he granted color in the endless, hovering mural the cosmos gave you. You’d believe it to be so. 

With the little strength your sore legs held, you walked over to him. Seeing his pillow and blankets lined out on the ground to his left. Effectively sitting at the foot of his makeshift bed. He heard you coming up, he peered his head in your direction greeting you with a smile. Dimples framing each corner of his mouth when they got closer to his eyes. 

His dark almond locks were out of his usual half ponytail style. But still had his usual assassin robes on, even when sleeping he never removes his weapons. The thought made you sad. 

But you simply smiled back quietly, on cue sitting beside him motioning you to do so. You sighed as your limbs finally had a break after hours of ripping blankets and separating food. 

“That was a long day.” You huffed in a half laugh,  Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded in agreement.

“No argument here.”

You were almost shoulder to shoulder with him, off by a few inches. You smelled the combined scent of gunpowder and campfire melding from his skin. His usual fragrance, but not one you mind in the slightest. Now whenever you smell either you can think of him being this close. Your fingertips just out of reach on the spread blanket. As you could see his lashes enveloping his doe eyes. You ached at the space between you two. He sat right next to you but you couldn’t take it. You need to be closer. 

After those few awkward moments of silence passed, you broke it by meekly thanking him. 

“Thank you Ratonhnhaké:ton, I know they and I haven’t been the nicest to you but. Thank you, you’re a good man….”

You pulled your eyes up to his face, you saw him smiling again shrugging. 

“I did what anyone else should’ve, it’s nothing-“

“Don’t undersell yourself!”

You cut him off ferociously, it didn’t surprise him in of itself but your volume did. Above the aim of your glare he folded.

“Okay okay, I won’t. I promise.”

“Good.” You punctuated your merciless command. You subtly moved yourself closer to him. Vaguely catching a feel of his arms muscles through your own arm. Even just by feeling you know how strong he is. You fought back a blush, soon after Ratonhnhaké:ton commented. Pointing in the direction of the fairly well attended barn.

“I slept here the first day I came here.” 

“Oh yeah, Achilles wouldn’t let you inside. You mentioned him…”

You didn’t mention how you saw a grave in the back of the homestead with the name Connor on it. But as you recalled seeing so, you felt you should ask. 

“Hey, I saw a grave in the back of the house with the name Connor on it…”

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s lips squeezed tighter against one another, as he tried swallowing back tears before they could escape. Trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes, he answered.

“Achilles’s first son, the son he lost to the Templars. The settler name he gave me when he took me in…”

You wrapped your arm between his side and his own arm, escorting your free hand to wipe the flesh tears he failed to hold in his eye sockets. 

“I’m sorry, should I not have said anything?”

“No, no. I don’t mind talking about it. But it’s hard to do so…”

You nodded, guilt rested under your heart regardless. You didn’t want to hurt him. He grabbed your fingers softly tied around his arm, smiling down at you as his lashes were dipped in tears. 

“Thank you for caring.”

“No need to thank me, it’s no labor to care about you….”

Grinning back, he leaned in towards you somewhat. It was sudden as an earthquake despite doing nothing on its own. Thousands of thoughts ran through your head. Was he being nice? Is he trying to kiss you? In all your internal panic he spoke.

“My life’s never been easy, I suspect it’ll only get harder. Even with you there…I know you’ve stayed by me for the past few months and it’s meant the world to me. But I wouldn’t take it to heart if you had to put yourself and your people first….”

He was making a point you dreaded to address. Your people’s crisis has just begun. It’s a hard pill to swallow but you all have no other option but to fight. Whether you’d go with them to battle and leave Ratonhnhaké:ton to his own fight against the settlers. Or leave your people on their own while remaining with him. You love him, you’re more than willing to brave any danger for him. And in many ways you already have. However, your answer lingered on whether Ratonhnhaké:ton felt the same. Something telling you this is his way of asking. 

“No-“

You shuffled your sitting position right up against his own. 

“I’m here Ratonhnhaké:ton, until the end and whatever comes after that. I’ll still be there for my people. I refuse to choose one over the other. But I’ll never abandon you…never…”

Your words but a whisper now, his ear inches away. But done so purely out of fear the unrelentingly, unpretentious winds of the world would carry away what you wanted to say. Once again the world is ripping away what could’ve been, what should’ve been. But not this time. Ratonhnhaké:ton breathe brushed against your face, as yours did so to him. Getting lost in each other's eyes. Silently wondering if the other wants to close the gap.

“I love you, I want to have a family with you.”

You sighed, taking in a giant gust of wind now circling you two. 

“I love you too, I want to have a family with you…”

You lost track of who said it first. But you two are already exchanging tongues in your mouths. Groaning in response to the mutual touch, trying desperately to capture as much of each other’s lips as possible. Airs not on the table, barely in the dining room as you both just devoured each other’s whining of pleasure. He tasted great to boot, his wide lips gave a lot of room of cover. And how he dominated you with simple kissing was lovely to say the least. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton unconsciously pushed you down onto his blanket. This man twice your size and weight crushed you in the best way possible. Ensuring his entire mass wasn’t on top of you by placing one of his hands beside your head. But busying the other one with massaging your body. Grabbing at you incessantly, as if trying to carve the most beautiful statue with his bare hands. In the pool of lips slapping against lips you both broke apart to speak. 

“Please Ratonhnhaké:ton, I want you…”

“Good, may I take off your clothes?…”

He asks so gentlemanly, you nod fiercely; beating him to it by grasping at the ends of the upper fabrics concealing your body from his. However an anxiety festered between your skin and your clothes. What if Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t like what he sees? As he’s pushing up the ends of your clothes from your body. He finally removes the piece keeping your breasts from his sight. 

All doubt was gone when the look of awe and lust cut through his face. His lips heavy with oncoming drool as he travels both his fingers over each one. You mumble sheepishly, covering your face in embarrassment. Through the cracks of your fingers on your face you see him shaking his head.

“Nothing at all to be ashamed of, you’re gorgeous…” it’s all his mind could allow him to communicate exactly what he felt as he saw you. There was nothing in any of the languages he knew to say how ungodly beautiful you are. 

He lightly massages each of your tits, brushing your skins against one another gently. Soon he latched his lips onto your nipple, you cry out in surprise now removing your hands from your face. He swirls your nipples by his tongue with a fervor. Desperate for the  flavor of your flesh all over his taste buds. Wanting it to permeate his mouth even after this ends. 

Once a half minute of sucking at your breast concluded. He detached from you and then pulled down the rest of your clothes. The light of the sky dimmed to near perfect darkness. However the endless piercing moonlight arose in the east. It flashed your bodies to one another. Once Ratonhnhaké:ton then started disrobing himself. The clanking of guns, swords, and his hidden blade on the ground was the only noise that accompanied your groans. You've seen his upper body many times when he needed medical treatment. 

The wind tickled your body, but a greater rupture occurred inside your stomach as you saw Ratonhnhaké:ton’s upper body. The moon light shone on every morsel of his perfectly toned skin and strength. The channels of his flesh marking his muscles, as well as his pillowy soft looking pecs. It was all perfect, and it was all yours now. Ratonhnhaké:ton said so as if he was in your mind.

“This is all yours love…” he leaned down to remove his pants, one hand shuffling in between his hips and his clothes. The other held himself up so he could still hover above you. Digging into your eyes, so neither of you would forget the sight of this. 

“All yours…” he repeated, placing a peck on your lips when his pants finally reached out from his feet. Now bare above you, he cemented kisses where your neck and shoulders meet. Trailing them down your body, the destination was your womanhood as he pulled the last of your clothes down. Before he slipped off the last of what kept you two apart. He peered up, an asking look on his face on the horizon of your physique as you looked down. You smiled cupping his face saying,

“I want to be yours too…” he grinned, once you were just as naked as him. He dragged his lips down to your pussy, humming as he trimmed the lips in between your legs with his mouth. Shallowly digging into your hips, you whined encouragingly.

“Yes, yes, yes..” it soon became a chant with only a single lyric. You felt Ratonhnhaké:ton smile as you went on. One moment later he’s slipping his tongue inside of you. Feeling up the gummy walls of your vagina with his taste buds. Your fingernails scraped at the thread of the blanket as his devouring of you began. Eating you like he was starved, as if you’re the only food he ever needs. A wolf feasting on his willing prey. 

He poked and probed at your g spot, as you squirmed when he first met it. He knew that’s where you were, continuing his mouth's pace but still explored you as far as his mouth would allow around it. His nose applied pressure to your clit in a tease you didn’t think Ratonhnhaké:ton would ever be capable of. You welcomed the surprise. His assault on your insides was swift, dragging you tenderly to ecstasy. Every swirl of his tongue on your spot shot a huge bullet of pleasure through your body. Vibrating your very soul with an oncoming climax. 

The cold of the night was nothing, up against the prickling heat on your skin sent by Ratonhnhaké:ton  eating you out. Every noise you cried out in response made his dick ache harder under his hips. He wants this woman around him. To huddle her to his body as close as this world would let him. But for now, he wants the taste of your orgasm behind his lips. 

A quiet fervor setting in, gripping his fingers around your inner thighs. Giggling as it was where you were most ticklish. You chuckled so innocently considering your vagina’s being explored by the insides of his mouth. His very tastebuds mining for your cum to shower them. The innocence of your laughter he wanted to soil it, he wanted the only sounds of pleasure. Of begging for his cock and his tongue. This wasn’t playtime in the back yard, he was going to make you his.

Such determination carried you past your breaking point. The tension twisting your lower body broke. You cried out, uncaring if anyone would hear. If anyone would walk outside the front door and see the assassin going down on you. Ratonhnhaké:ton  lapped as much of your juices into his mouth as he could. Licking his lips, remarking with a far away look in his eyes. 

“You’re delicious…”

You’re shaking in the aftermath of your mind splitting orgasm, as he ordered you in a whisper. Some of your cum pouring down his mouth that he had missed. 

“Hands and knees love…”

Your body followed his command, your mind yet to catch up as your very blood and bones did as you were told. Your knees weakly dug into the dirt under the blanket. As your palms planted your upper body off the ground. Your breasts rubbing beside your forearms. You’ve never been so exposed in your life, naked as the day you were born. Already numb on the inside from your previous climax. As your pussy was launched out into view from whoever was behind you. 

You felt him stand on his knees behind you, cupping the sides of your hips. As he lined his length outside your pussy. All said embarrassment faded, as after a few circles of his tip on your second lips. He was inside of you. Entry was fast and rough, you yelped out in shock. Starting to drool as you felt your insides pushed bigger for him. 

He started wincing, trying to fight the flood of his already oncoming orgasm. You already felt spectacular. How you wrapped around him with the perfect balance of tightness and space turned him on to no end. Immediately after such he started his pace to drag you to the same level he already was at. 

He remembered your spot from earlier, although he managed to climb to your cervix. He made shallow thrusts going forward. A half inch of himself was left outside your body, but he did so to make you feel as good as you deserve to. As you both want you too. 

“You’ll be a beautiful mother, when you’re full of my child. You’ll look even better, beloved…”

He grunted from the soft sensation of your insides pressing up and down his length as his pace persisted. He droned on with a commanding softness.

“I won’t be satisfied with just one, we’ll have a full nest by the time we’re done. You’re so good, so perfect, how did I ever deserve this?…”

He barely had the strength to keep his head up anymore, his vision landing in the flawless curve of your back. How your silky hair split from your head and draped down beside your shoulders. Your arms stiffened in place, already sore but you refused to give out. The ear candy of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s admiration of you. It was pure poetry of his heart, with his mind and body fizzled down by the approaching ecstasy of how your bodies fit together.

All he could speak with was his heart, his mind typically compels him to silence. Whether he feels he has nothing to say, or protects himself under shelter of quiet. Now he can’t shut up. How could he? He’s with the woman of his dreams, making a family with her for the first time.

“Fuck, fuck, I won’t hold on much longer…” he confessed apologetically. 

“M-me too…” you managed to half squeak out from your throat.

Didn’t matter, he’s returned you to the edge once again. What already broke inside you what felt like moments ago. Was already mended and being twisted all over again. Your lower body cried out in a pained tiredness that you indifferently ignored. What is not worth paying for this wonderful pleasure he’s giving you right now. Sure you’ve had men in your bed before this. But you’ve never had a true lover like Ratonhnhaké:ton. How could any other man compare, you never want to know. 

Just after you cried out, surely scaring some birds from slumber somewhere. Disturbing the fish in the ocean as the cry penetrated below the waves. A liquid hot sensation inside you replaces Ratonhnhaké:ton’s dick. He had let go inside of you. Without warning or complaint you took it. Your left cheek and breasts crashed down onto his bed. 

Wheezing out another delightful even if quick orgasm, Ratonhnhaké:ton panted just as much behind you. Trying to keep himself balanced on his knees, your ass still stuck out where it was during your second session. After a few seconds of catching his breath, he lightly pushed the rest of you down to the floor. Turned your front to face up at him, hovering his soggy dick right above your hips as he crouched down to your level again.

Both hands beside your head, as he lightly kissed you. Both of you attempting to tie your own tongues together, you failed to get a good grip around one another. But it didn’t stop you from melding each other’s spit together. Inhaling each other’s groans as you made out, coated in sweat as the sounds of frogs and insects conducted into a beautiful night time melody. 

You two took a break from kissing, as he looked down at you explaining.

“I’m sorry I didn’t last longer…you just felt too good.”

You giggled saying, “I take it as a compliment…” you tied your arms around his neck. Dangling them from both sides of his throat. 

“Don’t worry, I have more than enough in me to go again. You’ll be lucky to stand in the morning...”

He ropes your numb legs around his hips, with a cocksure grin on his face.

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