#assassin's creed 3 smut

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"I've missed your touch" Haytham x Reader? 👉👈

Prompt 3 | Haytham Kenway x Male Reader

Synopsis: You've been away for far too long and you come back realizing that Haytham wants you more than you realize.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Le smut. Blowjob. Hand job. Slight manhandling. Marking.

Notes: Thank you for the request!! I hope you don't mind that i chose to go with a male reader, was just easier to write with. Please enjoy!!

Thomas Hickey’s bark of a laugh makes you visibly wince. Even though you try your best not to, the sound is horrific. It’s more on the lines of a hack with mucus stuck in the back of his throat than anything else and you find it revolting. You can’t help it but your lip curls up ever so slightly as your eyes drift over to him. He swings back on his chair before coming back with the legs coming down with a loud clash. It’s as if the Green Dragon goes silent for a moment before the choir of voices arise up again.

Hickey points at you with a finger while still holding his ale in hand, “You got chased by dogs!?” He shouts out a little too loudly.

“Singular,” you correct. “It was one dog.”

“Mate,” Hickey grins wickedly, “I don’t think that makes it any better.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help but catch the Grandmaster’s dark blue gaze appointed to you. He has his hands clasped together in front of his mouth and his tricorn sits low over his face. But you can still see his gaze fixed upon you.

Lazy like, he looks away and gestures a hand out to Hickey, “And what have you done in the month while my tracker has been on his trek these past six months?”

That cuts Hickey short. He’s the only one at this table with you and Haytham and you don’t understand why? Well, you do to some degree. He’s here for the women and the ale fifty percent of the time. The other fifty? You have no clue what he does for Haytham’s cause or how he keeps his worth but he obviously does something right.

You’ve met Gist once and as much as you wouldn’t put them in the same category, that man is a drinker himself. Yet, he’s still able to keep his worth clearly to any passerby. Goes about travelling with that Irishman most of his days now. Haven’t seen him in a good few years.

Hickey tries to defend him, “I’ve been-“

“I know what you’ve done,” Haytham says with a raised hand. “Thank you, Thomas.”

Hickey looks to you up and down with a scowl and sets his ale aside. He stands from his chair, making it scratch against the floorboards loudly before dismissing himself to the Grandmaster. You’re quite surprised that no one else has showed up yet for your arrival back. Maybe most have forgotten about you. Or they’re away.

You can’t truly blame them though. You’re not a true part of the Templar cause. You’re a messenger, an information collector that gets paid by how important the job is. You wouldn’t compare yourself to that voyager Captain Cormac but the others have. But only by the way that both of you skip and hop around the place like a rabid dog. Unable to stick to one place for too long.

But it’s what you get paid for. Heading all the way out west and south to retrieve information for Haytham. It can be tiresome some months but most days it’s worth it. Seeing all the sights that America has to give.

But all of Haytham’s attention is on you now. He stands up slowly before looking you over. Something he’s been doing all day ever since you jumped off your horse coming back into Boston. You had to come all the way from Lower Louisiana with important French intel. Something Cormac wasn’t able to do since he’s up north. Probably still is since he’s not currently present.

You don’t want to hold a grudge against the poor man but it’s very hard when you’ve barely seen Haytham. The urge to reach out and touch is an itch that won’t go away. But, for the sake of Haytham’s reputation, you keep to yourself. The last thing Haytham wants is someone to see him with a man. You adjust your specks, pushing them up your nose. Maybe one day things will change.

The Grandmaster holds out a hand, gesturing towards the stairs. “Walk with me?” He asks with a small hint of amusement.

You nod your head gently, “Of course.”

Leading the way down the stairs and out the door, you can’t help but let your shoulders ease with relief. A brief touch on your upper arm has you looking to Haytham with a solum expression, even though you feel your chest constrict within you. It’s been too long since you’ve seen him. He hasn’t changed a bit but you may say the lines around his eyes have gotten a bit more prominent. But it suits him.  

“Come,” is all Haytham says before making his way down the street.

Blunt as always. That’s something you haven’t missed. With your hands behind your back, you walk after him. You keep your tongue still, not wanting to overstep or speak out of turn. Despite him telling you that he’s a high society man in the past, you’ve seen him break into too many places to count, kill without remorse and cause chaos in the middle of the street. Something that has you rolling your eyes every time.

But something you did not expect is for Haytham to step down the way of his own estate. You’ve only been here once and that was a good few years ago now. All your other little inquiries with Haytham have been held… elsewhere. It should leave a sour taste in your mouth but with each passing travel, you find yourself yearning for the man more. Even though sometimes he feels so far away when he’s right beside you.

Haytham Kenway’s estate is a two storey building on the outskirts of Boston. You can only guess to keep away from everyone else. But with the rate this place is growing he soon might be surrounded by other houses and properties. Most likely outshining Haytham’s in every way possible. But that’s the future.

You bring your eyes down to Haytham opening the door for you. His tricorn is off his head and he gesture inwards with it for you to enter first. You hum softly as you enter into Haytham’s home. And instantly, the smell of foxing books and tea leaves invades your nose. It’s almost overpowering but it’s almost familiar. The door clicks behind you softly.

“So, what matters did you want to discuss, sir?” You ask as you loosen your cravat from your neck.

A hand presses into the small of your back and you can’t help but stiffen up. You look to Haytham as he comes to your front, feeling around your waist until he stops on your stomach.

“There are no, important matters,” Haytham slurs out. “Only you.”

You can’t help but stifle out a laugh as you place a hand over his. He raises a brow to you, that concerned look coming over his features. This is not the man that you met earlier today. His eyes are too soft now, not the hard dark blue that could stop anyone in their tracks.

“You haven’t missed me that much have you?” You asks with a lilt of cockiness in your voice. It’s hard not to have it there, not with the way that Haytham looks to you now.

“Hmm, I would say as much,” Haytham hums out.

With nimble fingers, the hand on your stomach comes up and plucks your specs off your nose. You watch intensely as he folds them up in one hand before putting them off aside. You truly hate it when he does that because everything becomes a little fuzzy around the edges. But the way he looks at you is something that’s worth the minor inconvenience.

You finally reach out and unclasp the clip to his coat. It falls heavily to the ground with a heavy thud. Your hand touches his neck before caressing up his cheek. He grips your hand and pulls it away to kiss your palm. What a sweet man.

“Do you wish to-“ before you can even finish your sentence, Haytham brings you closer for a desperate kiss. One fill with teeth and tongue. But, you return it all the same with a hand gripping into his dark hair undoing that red bow he always has tied in it. He groans into the touch, a sound you savour all the same.

He pushes you backwards into the wall, almost knocking a painting off its hook. Haytham never parts from you though as his hands waver and venture down your chest, undoing every button on your vest in his path. The vest is discarded with your shirt coming next. You suddenly feel very exposed as his dark eyes look over you.

“This ain’t fair, Haytham,” you push him backwards with a hand on his chest. He complies, taking small steps backwards into the living room. Inches away from the fancy lounge he has, he grabs your hand and takes it from his chest.

“Many things aren’t fair, dear,” Haytham says.

You can’t help but scowl as he turns you around and pushes you backwards onto the lounge instead. You land with an oof onto the soft couches. You should be upset but the way that Haytham grips onto the back of the lounge as he leans over you with that look, it’s very hard to feel that way. Especially when everything you’re feeling is travelling down below, filling out in your pants.

Haytham comes down onto the couch, a leg coming between your own and pressing against your crouch. You can’t help the hiss that escapes from mouth. It’s been a while since you’ve let anyone touch you. And when a large hand kneads you through your pants, the groan that comes from your throat is savoury.

“What have your thoughts have me been? Since I’ve been away all this time?” You ask with a grin.

Haytham looks to you and you can see so many thoughts run behind his eyes. He leans down and kisses your neck, your jaw and then your lips.

“Many things,” he whispers deeply.

You lightly grab his face, making him look at you. “Show me,” you whisper back before kissing him deeply.

Clothes are striped off at an alarming rate and Haytham’s actions become desperate. His calloused hands run over your frame as soon as you’re free of your clothing. And the shivers that run down your spine has goosebumps littering your skin. He kisses you again deeply, biting at your bottom lip and sucking. His bites and kisses venture to your neck where it almost feels like as if he’s tasting you.

You grab onto the back of his neck and drag him down further onto the couch. He has to hold onto the back of the lounge to stop himself from falling over you. You bid yourself to think and open your eyes to take in the view in front of you. The muscles on his back twitch and move as his hands feel every inch of you. You take him in the best you can as he sucks and latches himself onto your neck. A hand wraps itself around your aching cock and your eyes roll up to the ceiling.

“Haytham,” you breathe out. “Please.”

He comes up and latches onto your lips again, deep and wet. His mind is probably a blur right now because yours is too. You get lost in the pure pleasure swirling in your gut and fogging your head. You grip onto his sides, your nails digging in as the hand that’s on your cock quickens it’s pace. Your back arches slightly off the couch as he squeezes at the base before stroking back up and flicking the bead of precum that’s leaking from you. It has you panting and holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

Haytham breaks off, breathing heavily into your cheek. He grinds down onto you and you can feel his own excitement rub up against your own.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathe out into his skin. “I’ve missed your touch, Haytham.”

Haytham returns that with another kiss as if he can’t get enough of you. You grip onto his hair, tugging at his locks that earn you a deep growl. Being like this, you miss it so damn much it hurts. You earn for him too much when you’re off on your little expeditions that it’s becoming a problem. You just hope that Haytham doesn’t send you away again on another six month journey. Because you don’t think you’ll survive this one with the way he makes you feel.

And seeing him like this, desperate to touch you. Desperate to taste you. Oh, it does so many things to you. And with him moving off the couch and guiding your hips with him, your heart does a flip. He sits on his knees in front of you, the Grandmaster of the Templar Order with your cock a breath away from his kiss swollen lips. The sight is something that no one will ever get to see but you.

“This is what I’ve wanted, dear,” Haytham almost whispers. “I’ve missed this too much for my own good.”

Only you.

You grip a hand into his hair again and guide him down onto your cock. He takes you beautifully and you grind your teeth, hoping to hold out for a few minutes more. But the way that Haytham sucks and bobs his head at your bidding is almost too much. His hands grip into your thighs painfully and you know there will be bruises there later. But it’ll be a reminder to today. Something you love to see in the mirror.

All for you. And only you.

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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.

[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! 👋🏾

[wyyvernn]

A/n: Something small I wrote for myself but then I got carried away and wrote it longer :)

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

Cw: All characters 18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, Mentor/Student Dynamic, Smut, Thigh riding, Overstimulation, Fingering - don't like, don't read

Tags: @psybrepunk @sangheilihoes @demigoddessqueens @bookworm-with-coffee @ladysaturnsdust @haytham-loves-chocolate @memoriesofafallen

Usually, there was little that filled the silence of the Grand Master's office. The soft flipping through papers and maps, and the occasional scratching of a quill occured here and there. Haytham planned out the rest of his night to be a peaceful one, occupied by unfinished letters, and paragraphs to be written in his journal about his recent involvements in the Order.

But of course, those plans were thwarted and the peace chased away by his pupil invading his privacy again.

Your cries of pleasure echoed in his office, bringing him back from his thoughts. He watched you grind yourself back and forth on his thigh, your skirts bunched up in your fists, eyes squeezed shut and those smooth lips of yours parted, occasionally licked wet by your tongue. His hand came up and tucked some of your loose hair behind your ear, the other one curled around your hip, keeping you firmly put on his lap.

“Needy little thing…” He muttered quietly, his voice low and husky. The way he seemed so nonchalant about the situation frustrated you a little. 

You were making quite a sticky mess of his pants, and he felt your slick seeping through, soiling the material with a large patch of wetness. It amused him - the disorderly and unruly sight of you was a strong contrast to the perfect image of him. Unlike you, there wasn't a single grey strand out of place from his neat ponytail, nor were his clothes unkempt, his body still donning his usual navy blue fit. You guessed that if you hadn't interrupted him when you had, he would've been packing up for the night and heading to sleep but alas here you both were.

A sigh exhaled through him, like your unfulfilled desires were a minor inconvenience to his night.

“Have you no shame? Do you take pleasure in robbing me of my late night hours? Of the only time I am free to indulge in?” He scolds, adopting a slight frown, but you can tell that he's not really angry. Something about his expression tells you that he's only playing along.

“Mhn… sorry, sir.” You murmur with guilt painting your face, repeatedly dragging your wet slit back and forth, gasping when your clit scrapes against the rough material of his trousers.

“No, you're not.” He says, hisses, his breath beginning to grow ragged and uneven when he grabs your hips, a noticeable bulge forming and rubbing against your leg. Large, calloused hands dig into your skin and force you to grind harder on his thigh, resulting in a particularly sharp cry from your throat.

“You're not sorry.” He grits out, his words harsh in your ear, and he yanks your lower body towards him again, eliciting another whine. “You wouldn't be grinding yourself on my thigh for relief like a common whore if you were now, would you?”

You continue to fill the office with your lewd sounds, too stuck in the euphoria that his leg provides you. No doubt whoever has walked past on the other side of the door has heard your moaning, either stopping to listen or rushing away with a bright face.

A slap to your rump refocuses your attention back to him when you don't offer an answer.

“Would you?”

You babble out something incoherent, another apology or something that you don't care to remember, only focused on how good it feels, how good his hands feel as they push and pull your hips yet painful when it becomes too stimulating.

“Slow down, sir… please.” You moan out, digging your heels into the floor and tightening your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to stop yourself but his grip is relentless, the pace he sets for you even more so.

A flash of determination burns in his eyes briefly when you try to stop him. “Oh no, you wanted this. And I'll see to it that you finish it to the end.” 

Suddenly he's pushing aside your skirts and seeking out your swollen nub. The moment he dips his thick fingers past your folds, you bite into your bottom lip and bury your face in his neck, muffling your groans.

He twists the pair of them deeper while you writhe in his lap and then claw your hands at his back when they curl against your walls, the rough pad of his thumb dragging along your clit and bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Please, sir… please!” You beg, trying to catch your breath but your Grand Master is unforgiving, still watching you with that almost bored expression as he plays with you.

With one last cry into his shoulder, Haytham thrusts his fingers impossibly quick and finally stops when you spill all over them. He lifts them up to your mouth and pops both in, slathering your slick on your tongue, a silent command to taste yourself.

You don't disappoint him, taking his forearm in both of your hands and wrapping your lips around his digits, making sure to suck them clean.

He watches you with a flicker of lust, his cock still hard and straining in trousers, and he pulls his fingers away abruptly from your mouth with a wet pop before he can make you do something about his evident predicament. He'll deal with it later.

Haytham gently shoos you off his lap, much to your disappointment.

“Run along now and clean yourself up. I expect you to be ready in the morning for training. And don't interrupt me at this hour again.” He warns, although there's a light mischief to his eyes, one that almost dares you to try it again.

And of course you do, the following night.

[haytham-loves-chocolate]

A Night In The Storm

A/N: I wanted to put a plot with this story, but I decided not to.

Warning: 18+ Only, Smut, NSFW, Fingering, Explicit Content, P in V action, oral sex (reader receiving).

By the fireplace, on the big furry rug, you and Haytham are already bare naked. Your hands are busy exploring his body, with one hand sliding up in his long, dark hair and the other placed firmly on his side. His left hand places itself on the top of your head to lean your face closer to his, your breaths hot and needy. His lips look sweet and rosy pink, his nose is a fine shape, one which you imagine to ride on. His dark grey eyes gaze into your eyes with desire and curiosity. His face is clear in the firelight, showing off his light skin, big, calloused hands, high cheekbones, and the way his eyebrows show that he is thinking of you, that he is thinking of all the things he could do to you. 

He is on top of your body, and his eyes cannot help but stare at your body, up and down; his pupils dilate and you can see his eyes flicker too. His lip curls up with a smirk, his eyes looking back at yours as if to say something. Instead of a word, it’s a kiss. A passionate, longing kiss. Your eyelids slowly close as you kiss him back with that same passion and longing. Your hand in his hair grips it lightly and you feel his lips press to yours roughly. His eyes are already closed as he feels your other hand on his side move around to his upper back. As your eyes are still closed, you feel his lips part from yours, and you hear his voice purr out two words, “Sweet love”. 

Your head tilts back in reaction to his lips moving down to your neck, latching on to suck and tease at the spot he knows will get you to make the sound he wants to hear. A small moan escapes from your lips, and already you feel aroused at the way his lips make you feel. His right hand slowly roams down your nude body, his fingertips lightly grazing your skin. When he gets to your breasts, his palm gently lifts one of your breasts, and his rough thumb slowly moves around your nipple. Your arousal only grows as another moan escapes your lips, and his other hand does the same movements to your other breast. He lowers his head to where his hands are, his trademark smirk still on his lips. He latches his lips onto your left nipple, flicking his tongue there. You let out a small gasp at this, which only makes his smirk bigger as he does it again to your other nipple. With his hands, he toys with your breasts and nipples, while his eyes glance up through his eyelashes at the euphoric expression on your face. With his hands still on your breasts, and the heat from your bodies getting hotter, a loud gasp escapes your lips when you feel his tongue on your inner thigh. Fluttering your eyes open, your eyes meet with his as you tilt your head forward to see his big hands covering your breasts, and his small smirk is still plastered on his face. 

A small whine escapes your lips as you see his hands move away from your breasts, and his hands explore your stomach and sides. You squirm in his touch and you move your arms above your head so you’re not in his way. His mouth gets to work praising every inch of your sensitive area. His hands grip your inner thighs roughly while his tongue slowly and teasingly licks the inner lips of your pussy. With your whines and pleading cries that come out of your lips, it only fuels his carnal desires. Nevertheless, he presses a few kisses against your clit, letting a low hum escape from his throat as he does so. 

“Tell your Grand Master what you want.” He purrs out, moving one of his hands to cup at your sex and have his thumb move up and down your clit. 

“I want- I want your fingers deep in me.” You breathe out as you let out another loud moan. 

With your request, he dips two of his long, thick fingers inside your pussy, pumping them in and out while his eyes look up at yours, seeing your lips parted wide open and your eyes shut, moans freely coming out of your lips. With a low chuckle, he dips his head down to use his tongue to lap up at your arousal, closing his eyes to focus. You feel your walls clench around his fingers, and as a result of this, he curls his fingers and thrusts deep into your pussy. You feel that knot in your stomach loosen up, and with a loud cry of pleasure coming out of your lips, you feel yourself squirt all over his fingers. As your face contorts into an orgasmic expression, you feel his fingers pull out of you with a lewd pop. In their place, his tongue licks up your sweet nectar, not letting a single drop waste. 

You open your eyes again to see his body come closer to yours, and he raises his fingers to his lips, before slipping them inside his mouth, tasting your liquid. A blush seeps into your cheeks at this erotic action, and you can only think about what he might do next. 

“You are a sweet girl, Y/N.” Haytham’s accent and the way he says it has your cheeks as red as a tomato. 

His body presses against yours while his lips ghost yours. In your mind, you only wish to be together with him in the most intimate way possible, and as your eyes gaze at his, you can only wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. 

His lips capture yours in heated desire, loving the small hum that comes up from your vocal cords. His right-hand grips his erected dick, stroking his shaft a few times with precum seeping out of the tip. At last, he inserts himself deep inside you, the blending of your moans and his groans filling the room. His thrusts are slow and sensual at first, his hips pressed onto yours so you can move with him too. Your hands touch his back and your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet touching his bare cheeks. Without a warning, he slips his hands under your legs and flips you both over so you’re on top of him. 

His hands grip your hips and straddles you on his dick, seeing your eyes flicker in the firelight. You press your palms against his pectorals as you ride him, his fingers grip your hips to make your movements follow his. Your head tilts back as your moans only grow louder, feeling your walls clench around his dick again. A feeling of pleasure fills up your senses as his dick hits your G-spot. Low groans rumble in his throat, and his head, too, is tilted back in pleasure. His hips thrust rougher into yours, and you feel your high get closer and closer. As if he knew this, he sat up to have his body almost mimicking yours. His face is closer to yours, and his breath is hot against your neck. Without a word needing to be said, he moves one of his hands up to cup your cheek, his palm cradling under your chin, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, affectionate kiss. 

With another rough thrust deep inside you, you let out a loud gasping moan and already you can feel some of your heat drip out of you and on his length. Your lips part slightly as your eyes are partly open, seeing his face the same way. 

“I love you, Haytham” is all you can manage to let out, being a hot mess in his handsome and sexual ways. 

“I know.” He whispers to you, a smug grin appearing on his face.

With a loud cry, you came all over his length, and with his low groan in his throat, he pressed his hips close to yours as he released his seed deep inside you. 

He pulls your body close to him, making sure to hold you as you start to feel a bit tired. He moves his hand over to his cape and lays back down on the rug, still holding you close. You let out a small hum in reaction to this, and he lays his cape over the two of you. Your bodies are still pressed together, but his length has pulled out from your entrance. 

With a tug of his hair, you untie the red ribbon that keeps his head together. You gently place it on top of his hat and you move your hand back to his hair, gently brushing your fingers in it, just to hear the low, sexy hum from his voice. 

The crackling of the fire, the warmth of the cape, and the feeling of your Grand Master beside you are all that you wanted today. Hopefully tomorrow, he will want to spend another day with you, like this, all over again.

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

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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.

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The pirate king of deaths redemption

The pirate's cursed god series

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Zelda (it's more link than Zelda but whatever lol) I have played (wind waker , orca of time, twilight princess, and a little of skyward sword)

Elder scrolls (Skyrim is my favorite)

Devil may cry 2-3

Red steel

Assassin's creed (can't wait for the new one…although I'm still not sure about upgrading from the PS3 lol)

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Black Butler

Heavens official blessing

Skum villain D

emon king academy

Welcome to demon school iruma (I love this)

Fairytail

↪My Never seen but I could probably convince you otherwise do to my sister's rambling list that will update as I remember names

Inuyasha

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Herbs,plants,trees, mushrooms, nature (I can keep going) animals,fish,corals and aquatic plants, invertebrates, mythology, pirates, knights, druids,shamans, hanfu, feudal era, history involving any of the above.. writing, gardening, wood carving and burning, sketching although I think you get more detail with wood burning……I can keep listing but most of that will not be covered here so I will stop now but feel free to drop in my inbox to chat

I will add more eventually here

↪My mutuals original story recommendation list

My favorite western, time loop horror romance by @tragedycoded I can not recommend this enough it got me hooked on a western.

If you like gay pirates, kidnapping, drama and found family that will keep you on your toes then check out @the-golden-comet 's story (read the warning)

↪My mutuals fanfiction recommendation list (it will change as I think of some I added the recommendations last minute so oops)

If you are into sarcastic lovable OC's and mandalorians from star wars check out @lillybaaaka 's work

she also has a fem Harry Potter/startrek crossover that I'm in love with lol highly recommend it, it's more startrek then Harry Potter

if you are into the bat family you should check out @gods-graveyard 's work

if you like bananafish fanfiction then check out @gioiaalbanoart she has several amazing ones but my favorite so far is this one

if you are a Zelda fan who ships Ganon and Link then I highly recommend you check out @the-golden-comet just make sure to read the warnings

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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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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @the-real-azalea-scroggs! Had to wait until I was of my phone because doing these is a nightmare on mobile lmao

1. How many works do you have on A03?

18 as of a few days ago!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

157,937! Which is. Only a fraction of the word count in my Docs folder. Be prepared.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for The Legend of Zelda; specifically Linked Universe! In fact, that's all that's posted on my Ao3 currently, since my fall into that fandom began with me uploading there! Pre-Ao3 I wrote for Black Cat (Anime/Manga), Megaman NT Warrior, various Pokémon things, Assassin's Creed, Yugioh, Final Fantasy XIV and Octopath Traveler! Some of these I still write privately, but I haven't gotten around to re-posting any.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Whistling on Deaf Ears - My longest fic on Ao3, focusing on Wild and Twilight's friendship and how good intentions can lead to disaster.

Iconoclasm - Warriors deals with the room full of portraits in Cia's palace. The Chain also deals with it, but with a bit more fire.

Deserving - Twilight finally tells Rusl that he was the wolf in the village during TP, but that also means dealing with some heavier topics. Colin half overhears them and forms his own conclusions.

Something Greater - The start of the "Hyrule can see magical auras" series! In this one we deal with Legend and his many rings.

Ocean Magic - Mermaid Legend and Zora Time have a race and then fight one of the Big Octos from WW! Fun times.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every single one!! I love comments, they give me an excuse to ramble about my fic more!! I am always down to ramble about every single insignificant detail of any line and/or section. If you ever want more background info about one of my fics, look to the comments!

So please, I adore comments, I treat them like treasures, not responding to them would be a CRIME.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

There's no contest; Inevitable, my (so far) only MCD fic.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm, that's hard to quantify. I usually try to end fics on a hopeful note regardless. I'd say possibly either Deserving, where Twilight reconnects with his family, or Shimmering Blue, Striking White, where Time meets the Fierce Deity settled down on Satori Mountain and they both get closure.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no! I've been blessed with mostly amazing and patient readers, even when my upload schedule isn't the best.

9. Do you write smut?

No, not really. I've attempted it, but I'm too asexual for it lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

Very, very rarely. Mostly privately, and only very specific ones. Only a single one has had an actual plot, so far (more on that one in question 15!).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also a nope! I tend to write for smaller fandoms, where these things don't tend to happen a lot!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! But it's been a while. Over a decade, in fact! I tried to find the fic to link it here, but it was on the German fanfic website fanfiktion.de, and my friend who posted it back then must have deactivated her account, because it's nowhere to be seen (I still have the Word file though!). It was a Multi-Crossover that started as an RP in a forum, and we took turns turning the RP into prose one chapter each. "If a Hero Turns to Dark" was its title. We were edgy teenagers.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hissssss. Bad question. Shoo. They are all equally important!!

But it's probably TenRose from Doctor Who.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

One of the very few crossovers I've ever worked on; a crossover fic between Assassin's Creed and Doctor Who, that I have mapped out in both chronological and timeline order, and yes, those are different. I only ever wrote about a quarter of it, since my primary audience of it disappeared when we graduated. I doubt I'll ever pick it back up properly, and if I do it'll probably go through heavy rewrites first since it's so old. Finishing it is a nice thought, but realistically, after 9 years it'll never be high priority enough for it to actually happen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, especially arguments, and emotional impact. I've been told I do really well making characters feel alive and believable! Also I like to believe I'm decent at setting a scene and giving it the vibe I want it to have!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with dialogue tags when nothing much is happening besides the talking. I always feel it's too bland, and fall back on the same phrases. My scene transitions could use some work too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done this with Japanese phrases, because I was a massive weeb. Usually I followed them up with their own translations, though; I'm not the biggest fan of footnote translations, unless they are properly linked to. Simple dialogue tags are my favourite way of indicating a language switch.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Black Cat the Manga/Anime! It's a series about an assassin turned bounty hunter trying to live a life separate from his murdery past, but getting dragged back into things by still wanting to avenge his best friend's death. The series has a special place in my heart and my bookshelf, it left an imprint on 13-year-old me that will never leave.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Jailbreak, uncharacteristically enough! It's one of the only fics I never got stuck in once. Writing it was a great feeling from start to finish. I love writing all of my fics, but that was a special few days.

Tagging @ahrva @nowhere-to-go-but-down @silvercaptain24 and @aeghina! And anyone who wants to do it, really, go wild

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Assassin’s Creed - Eivor bf headcanons // shay hurt & comfort // protective Haytham // Ezio, Connor headcanons // Altair + novice // yearning (horny) Haytham // chaotic good + Altair and Haytham // shay and his fierce s/o // dom Evie // brat + Evie // Haytham bday picnic // toy maker type // NSFW Haytham // ASMR fluff // pegging + bondage headcanons // their lover is kidnapped // Basim fluff 💕 // massages // cyberpunk AU // Haytham morning domestic fluff // Ezio + secret child // Basim smut + fluff // cirque de soleil // Basim post-Mirage // star-crossed 💕lovers 💞// cuddling Shay // sick Haytham // sibling figure to Evie //friends with your birds 🦅 // Basim angst // guilty pleasures // punch 🤜 Birch //

AC fics - bath fluff

Codexmonthly - January “climb” //

Writing prompts - Yusuf + kiss // Basim + kiss //

Call of Duty - holiday headcanons //

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss 🔥 - orange 🍊 peel + others //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️ - fluff headcanons // Altar for them //

Spiderverse - valentines 💝 with Miguel //

Marvel - sibling of Carol Danvers //

Hunger Games/TBoSAS - snow “love” language //

Critical Role

Combined parties asks - beauty and the beast!Reader // music 🎶 ask // music batch ask 2 //

music album ask

Vox Machina - cuddling in your sleep // have something of theirs // time traveler reader // Feywild antics (again) // their crush wears armor // wanna go on a date? 💞 // fighting the spirit of revenge // musical joints // 8ft and full of fluff // ranger + a dragon // Percy + reviving you // party fluff headcanons //

➡️↪️ writing prompt + keyleth //

Mighty Nein - song(s) fic + Caleb // ghostrider!reader // song fic(s) + Mollymauk/Kingsley //

Bell’s Hells/Crown Keepers - song fic + Ashton // song fic(s) + Orym //

➡️↪️ writing prompt + Ashton //

Song 🎵 🎶 fics - batch 1 (Vax) // batch 2 - Dorian // batch 3 -Essek // batch 4 - caleb & Cadeuces //

Castlevania - Dracula nsfw headcanons // Alucard, Isaac, Trevor + witch & familiar // Alucard and demigod child //

Castlevania Nocturne - fending off rude family member //

Exophlia - deer-satyr + “fun times” in the snow //

Baldur’s Gate - astarion w/ mute!Tav // Gale taking care of you // remember what they say // Rolan fluff (feat. human!tav) // Karlach + angst prompt + cuddles // Tav + animal menagerie // Astarion + predator and prey // mistletoe headcanons // late Halloween 🎃 ask // Astarion + owl curse reader // rolan + human tav kiss // tieflings + you remembered what they said // Wyll + tiefling // giving them a shy kiss //

One Piece - Mihawk holiday headcanons //

Genshin Impact - soft Neuv headcanons //

Stardew 💫 Valley - holiday headcanons //

Arcane/League of Legends - you got them a gift //

DC - sibling of Diana Prince (WW) ft trans reader //

Dragon 🐉 Age - Anders & Sebastian + writing prompt //

The Last of Us/Overwatch/Red Dead Resmeption - valentines 💘

Cowboy 🪐 Bebop 💫 - valentines 💘 headcanons //

Star 💫 Wars - coming out to them //

The Arcana ✨ - Lucio + blood kink // giving the boys head 👅 //

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20 questions for fic writers Thank you, @thetentaclecommander ❤️ 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 153! 95 only in Resident Evil fandom. 2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 573,764 3. What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Resident Evil, but I write also for the Arcane, Game of Thrones, Batman and Assassin's Creed Syndicate (incest) fandom. 4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) The years we shared 2) Dirty little fairytale 3) Unravel me 4) Natural born sinner 5) All beauty destroyed 5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Always! I always enjoy receiving them and being able to talk to people about the characters and their impressions of the plot. 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If I had to choose between those published I would say Forever is not for everyone, in which Alex suddenly dies before Albert and Wesker finds himself dealing with this sudden loneliness, as well as the hallucinations in which he sees his sister. 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?  I wanna feel you from the inside, because Albert wins and both Weskers are alive and together. 8. Do you get hate on fics? Uhm, no, not really. There were those on Twitter who commented negatively saying that I wrote incest, so I sucked, but no big deal. 9. Do you write smut? Well, obviously yes. I believe it is a fundamental aspect of a relationship and a language through which the characters can express what words do not do. 10. Do you write crossovers? Nope! 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?  Uhm, as far as I know, no. 12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Yep! In Chinese and Russian! 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  No: I don't think I would do it well. 14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Albert and Alex Wesker. Definitely Albert and Alex. The obsession, the brutality, the blood, the incest, the mutual possession, the total and absolute control that Wesker wants to exercise, Alex's sadistic and violent streak, the fact that they are a wonderful tangle of feelings and teeth and that they bite into each other - and the ramifications that sex can take: violent, raw, brutal, or tremendously and painfully gentle, nostalgic, needy. And then Wesker infected with the Uroboros? It's clearly a wedding invitation for me. 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? At the moment I would like to conclude a fantasy AU on Resident Evil, but it requires a very large narrative and contextualization effort - the nations, the houses, the monsters, the creatures: I'm a very precise and methodical person so it could take me a long time 16. What are your writing strengths? Uhm, I don't know... maybe the sex and the feelings? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? The description of the environments. I think it should improve. 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Yes. I'm Italian, so I did that for Excella. 19. First fandom you wrote for?  Batman. A long time ago. 20. Favorite fic you’ve written?  One, not yet published - violent and with torture, but which deeply explores the Weskers and which I will publish hopefully by the summer - and Lamb of God, for the sex scenes and the relationship between Alex and Albert. I'm not sure who to tag, so anyone can use it freely! @judasiskariot @vesperene @tacky-tramp @junotranscends @omgbarbiegurl @doctor-hannibal-wesker @irithyll-writes @joanna-lannister