#unity x reader

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𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐂-𝟏𝟑𝟕 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦: 𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳; 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐎-𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 / 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬.

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ (𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘹𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 / 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬…

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦-𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦)

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮', 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳- 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, 𝘢 17 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥; 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳���𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

› 〉OTHER CHARACTERS THAT HAVE NOT BEEN MENTIONED HERE CAN ALSO BE REQUESTED

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Rick And Morty Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you see missing here are characters I don’t write for.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

Rick Sanchez

Just For Research ☘️🌚🌷

Beth Smith

To Be Continued…

Space! Beth Sanchez

To Be Continued…

Unity

To Be Continued…

[devilwebs]

Recipe for Love

Unity x fem!reader

(Sorry for my bad grammar)

This is pretty short

Warnings:none

You wake up,next to the most gorgeous alien still asleep.You grab your phone to see what time it is and it was still 8am.You lay down again to try to fall asleep again but you hear a voice.

"Good morning sweetie."

It was Unity.

"Good morning!Sorry if I woke you up."

You responded.She gave a smirk,looking at your eyes giggling.

"Don't worry love,you didn't woke me up."

"Heh,okay..."

You both stayed in silence for a bit.While you where zooning out thinking of what to say,she was just admiring you,seeing you blushing a little.

"So...are you hungry?"

You asked,looking at her gorgeous yellow eyes.She giggled.

"Yeah,very."

She laughed.You both get out of the bed and it didn't make 5 seconds and she was already kissing you cheeks and squeezing them.

"Heheheheheheeh....c'mon Unity,stop!"

You both where chuckling and Unity didn't stop kissing you,but then she stoped and you both headed up to the kitchen.

She sat on the chair and you where getting things ready to start baking chocolate pancakes.While you were baking,Unity was talking to you.

"So,baby,what do you wanna do today?"

"Hmmm,I don't know,let's just stay at home,watch something and cuddle."

You responded,she giggled a little.

"Sounds perfect!"

After some minutes,you finished the pancakes.You grabbed two plates,forks and knifes.When you putting the pancakes on the plates,you grabbed caramel and put it on the pancakes.

"Wooow!It look soooo good sweetheart!"

Unity praised them,already cutting a bit and eating.You sat next to her and started eating too.You two were eating in silence,the only thing you could hear it was the birds chirping,but you could see that Unity was loving your pancakes,eating without leaving a crumb.When you two finished,you stand up walking to the room,but you felt Unity hugging your torso from behind.

"Mhhh..."

"Heh,you're okay love?"

You asked her.

"Yeeahh,I'm just still sleepy.Also,your pancakes where perfect...let's just go to bed and cuddle now,pretty pleaseeee!"

"Okay,okay!"

You two layed on your bed,Unity putted you on top of her.She looked at you for a bit and then kissed you forehead.

"I love you baby♡"

"I love you too!"

[howtotrainabraincell]

Head cannons bc I can - Assassin’s body parts preferences (and extras...)

AN: I would just like to say that ALL of the Assassin's will protect their love with their lives, not standing for any disrespect or rudeness toward her in any way shape or form. I may not have put it in the description of every Assassin, but it goes without saying. ALSO, plz don't @ me bc this is my first ever spicy post lol

Altair Ibn La’Ahad - loves burying his face in her neck and grabbing her backside cheekily lol, loves bathing with her but won’t deny that’s it’s hard to control himself around her naked body. Comes to her after a mission (if they didn't go on it together that is or if she's not an assassin) to hold her and just melts against her, grateful to have her and be back in her arms alive. Pulls her away ever so often to a corner where he'll kiss her breathless and then just walk off like nothing happened (this man-), loves to chase lol if she runs from him, it sets something deep and primal off in him, and when he eventually catches her? 😳😳😳

Shay Patrick Cormac - definitely breasts lol and has a thing for waists, also loves thighs & has a thing for kissing from the top of her foot to the inside of her thighs, this man can pick up grown soldiers, flip them over his shoulder and then just toss them to the ground like it nothing so he’s strong - tell.me he doesn’t pick up his love and carry her off for some alone time. She won't have to worry about anyone on the Morrigan getting any ideas because Shay has made it VERY clear that she's his and his only. He'll legit fight for her if someone makes her uncomfortable or harasses her and make them regret the day they were born (that is if they can even think afterward bc they'll probably be dead). It - depending on the mood he's in - makes him feel very loved and cared for or very turned on and ready to pin her down, when she kisses the scar over his eye. Don't even get me started on how naughty this fricken man is in Irish Gaelic. (Sir! Control thyself!)

Edward Kenway - an ass man for sure and he loves the thighs too, stands behind her and glares at anyone who checks her out from his spot behind her where he’ll press a possessive kiss to her shoulder while glaring at them. Why do I have feeling that this man has a thing for women who can shoot guns? If she shoots a gun in front of him all pirate-esque he'll literally beg her to step on him haha. Loves him a mouthy feisty woman because not only does it turn.him.on, he gets a kick out of a lovely woman being able to blow someone out of the water with her insults & statements of self-defense. Will also waylay anyone who disrespects her, he'll actually feed them their teeth (don't test him with her)

Jacob Ethan Frye - both the man’s bi lol he can have both if he wants, he for sure does playful butt pats and grabs occasionally but usually when they’re alone (USUALLY & if a Rook bore witness? THEY SAW NOTHING), definitely into holding his love on his lap and whispering dirty things in her ear to fluster her. Will fight to protect her and God help them because they'll have him and the Rooks to deal with (that is if Jacob doesn't crush them and turn them into dust that blows away in the wind lol). Also loves him a feisty and mouthy woman, if she's sarcastic, witty and goofy on top of that? This man is more whipped than whipped cream. Total gentleman even if she can hand his ass to him on a silver platter, he still treats her with utmost respect. Enjoys lying in bed with her and cuddling (give the man all the cuddles STAT) lazily playing with her hair and believe it not - not all kissing with the amorous assassin leads to *wink wink*. He genuinely enjoys laying there with her on a slow day and kissing her sweetly, over and over again. Man is a genuine romantic sweetheart (and nothing will change my mind). It's not an odd occurrence for Evie to wonder where her younger brother is, only to find him conked out on his love's chest just peacefully snoozing away as she holds him reading a book or some files. Totally see him tracing his fingers down her sternum until he reaches her breasts and tracing the insides of them to get her riled up (if he's feeling mean he'll even give a cheeky kiss haha). Also loves to chase her across rooftops and make bets of a spicier nature...

Evie Frye - loves to kiss her loves hands & jaw (particularly that one little spot…) and trace kisses down her sternum, has a habit of cornering her and making out with her lol then she just goes on about her day like nothing happened, plays footsies underneath table surfaces (CHANGE MY MIND). Loves all of her and honestly don't think she would have a preference, Evie's just grateful to have her at all and be with her. Woman was dedicated to being alone as a result of being in the Brotherhood. Think she would get a kick out of witty and playful banter, the more her love speaks the more in love she falls and the more she desires her. She's good with her hands. I said it. Sue me. She.has.good.hands. The woman tis skilled (in more ways than one...) This also pertains to corsets and buttons whether it be doing them or undoing them... Kind think she would like chasing her love through the city too and if it ends up in a garden? The woman internally swoons.

Kassandra of Sparta - breasts she likes pulling her love against her and then looking down to see them pressed against her armor being gorgeous as usual and she loves to grab hips, she will CUT Alcibiades if he looks at her love lol bc she KNOWS what he's thinking about, only lets her hair down around her love and adores laying in between her thighs while her fingers give her a head a very relaxing massage (seriously they can put the woman to sleep lol)

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - I think we can all agree that this sweet man isn't very sexual BUT once he settles down, he does have an appreciation for his loves figure. Loves to hover over her from behind and kiss the top of her head, and when things get more intimate between them, he loves to give her kisses all over her face. Flowers with him would be a common occurrence, often times she wakes up to beautiful wildflowers on her bedside table or on the pillow beside her. This man is a good provider. And if she takes an interest in hunting with him, more than a few times he'll briefly lose interest in hunting the animal and playfully hunting her instead... Feel like he strokes her legs lovingly and takes his time exploring the sexual feelings he has for her. He would love her breasts because they're beautiful, soft and full of life.

Alexios of Sparta - ass for sure he seems like a butt smacker haha she’ll be minding her own business when he comes out of nowhere and gives her a light loving smack. He comes up behind her and literally sweeps her off her feet - no pleasantries, just "you're mine now" lol

Haytham Kenway - breasts has a thing for tracing the tops of them when she wears dresses to get her riled up all while delivering an “innocent” kiss to her flaming red cheek, will randomly stoop to her level to whisper something 😳 in her ear. Get a vibe that he would spoil her with beautiful jewelry and then woo her until it's the only thing she has on, before taking her to bed... Morning sex seems like the norm for him because he's not always there when she falls asleep arriving home late, but when he sees her in the morning, he more than makes it up to her and greets her in very steamy manner. He reminds her to remain neutral when she stands next to him during a meeting as he sits down with his hand hidden by her dress on her backside gently squeezing and acting completely casual about it the cheeky -

Desmond Miles - breasts & when Shaun stresses him out, he presses his head into them lol it’s stress relieving, comes up behind her and hugs her tightly, definitely into spooning he likes the physical contact, and he melts when she kisses his forehead. Before everything he screwed, but now with the woman he loves? He makes love and thoroughly enjoys every second of it with her. Having her by his side through everything means more to him than he can express.

Arno Victor Dorian - this man feels like a worshipper he would love all of her body and take his time with her, but he does tend to go for breasts more coming out of nowhere and kissing the tops of them reverently throughout the day, definitely takes her hand in his and kisses it with full eye contact to the point where it makes her blush, earning a chuckle from him. Tell me that this man doesn't pull her away to corners throughout the day or on a mission and kiss her before walking away casually like nothing happened lol. Got a feeling he's very into whisking his love away just getting her attention and pulling her away to wherever they can have a few moments alone together. Good kisser. I refuse to believe anything else. He swoops in gives a sweet kiss that leaves her flustered, and he stands there watching her with a smile on his face. For some reason I think he's into the whole secret lover rendezvous thing, aka coming in through his love's window or meeting her secretly (it's exciting and he gets her all alone...)

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze - also feels like a worshipping type of man except everywhere, everything, all the time lol, but he does have a preference for breasts often times hugging his love around the waist and burying his face in them. We've all seen how this man has thing for pinning his lady to the wall...do with it what you will. But he does it to her and OFTEN lol. A little more promiscuous in public - stopping of course if she gets uncomfortable - than others and is not afraid to show how he feels about her. Also, a good kisser. I mean COME ON.

Bayek of Siwa - he loves her breasts because beneath them lies her heart and he cherishes the fact that she has given it to him, loves to star gaze with her - they lay there together peacefully as he tells her about the constellations and their meaning. Loves bathing with her just laying back and relaxing, eyes roving her form as she cleans him and gives him a shave (he refuses to shave unless she does it for him bc he loves her touch and how great her handiwork is). Gives the kinds of kisses that melt her like a stick of butter lol, a kiss from him has a lot of emotion poured into it telling without words how much he loves her.

[haythams-blade]

Not sure how many assassin’s creed fan are out there, but I wanted to contribute to the fandom.

To all the writers that wrote out there and added your work, just wanted to say it’s gotten me through some rough times.

The current caracters I can write for are:

- Ezio

- Haytham Kenway

- Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

-Shay Cormac

-Arno Dorian

-Pierre Bellec

- Élise

-Jacob and Evie Frye

- Eivor

-Basim/loki

I haven’t had a chance to play the rest of the games yet, but as I do I’ll update the list! ❤️

If you have any requests, please don’t hesitate! I will have warnings for any NSFW content.

[tinynicooo]

the chest hair and red drunk face

[freakyfentfein]

joost thing my ex bf wrote 💔

“anyone who ever had a heart, or sang a lonesome song– would sell their little souls, just to make it with the blonde.”

Word Count: 754

It’s a dark day, rain clashing against your roof, thunder clapping, your stomach churning. Your boyfriend was supposed to be there hours ago, as it was your anniversary; yet there you are, curled up in bed, all alone, fresh tears drowning you into a sad aura that lingers in the air. 

Your thoughts travel miles. You think of the first day you met him. Everyone was crowded in a circle playing spin the bottle. Your turn came around. Your mindset was spinning with the bottle, ready to kiss someone, no matter who it was. It landed on this blonde boy with blue eyes. He immediately got flustered; you thought it was cute. You leant in, cupping his face with your hands, and diving straight in. He tasted like beer and smoke, which in this case was.. Good? 

All throughout the rest of that game you had your focus on him. You noticed every little detail; the way he took a drag from his cigarette, the way his entire face lit up when he smiles, the 1983 on his hands, the higher pitched voice he had when he was happy. After this party, you exchanged phone numbers, and started talking.

You get caught in this train of thought when you hear a knock at your door. “Love? Are you okay?”, the voice entering questions. It was him. Him with the stupid black suit. Him with the bad memory, him which you are currently pissed off at, so you ignore him. He looks at you with pleading eyes, taking caution, slowly walking towards you. When he arrives at his destination, he sits beside you on the bed, to the right of you. His big hands gently carress your back. “What’s wrong? Please tell me.”

Something snaps in you. “What’s wrong? I wonder what’s wrong. Maybe its that my boyfriend forgot our first anniversary, spending it out doing who knows what- instead of coming home just this one day for me. One fucking day. But no, producing music matters more. I don’t matter at all.” You feel the knot in your throat, your breathing getting heavier, and for some reason your entire head feels like its gonna collapse at any chance it gets. 

“Baby– i–” 

“Get out of my room. You can sleep on the couch.”

“What?”

“You heard me, im not repeating myself.”

“But–”

“No buts, you did this to yourself.”

Joost doesn’t argue; he doesn’t know how to. He gets up lazily, walking out of the room, not looking back once. You feel tension in the air when he slams the door shut, something he has never done. You plop your body backwards on the bed. You don’t cry now; not anymore. You just sit there, questioning everything and everyone. 

The next day, you wake up to a plate of bacon, eggs, and a waffle on your beside-the-bed-dresser, along with a cup of milk and a little note. You laugh, the stress of everything last night + how stupid this little interaction of joost’s is making you. You unfold the note. 

Im really sorry about last night. please dont hate me. If you are okay with it, i got a reservation at your favorite resturaunt. Be there at 18:00, if you dont come i completely understand. I made you breakfast too, and i cleaned the house spotless. I know sorry wont just cut it, but i hope youll let it slide.

-xoxo, your onion boy

You let out a sigh after reading this. You could hardly do this to him, let alone hate him. He’s always there for you when you need it, you decide you need to give him a break. He’s been so caught up in his music, trying to get it all done so he can spend time with you, and you screamed at him for an anniversary. Yes, it meant a lot, but no, it wasn’t necessary.

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[hoodedboy79]

Hey. I just saw your post of the idea to write about Assassins Creed. It’s lovely to see someone who would write about the Assasins, like Bayek (he doesn’t get enough love). I don’t have anything particular in mind but I’d love to see some/or reactions of some kind of Bayek, Arno and/or any you feel comfortable with. Have a nice day :))

Being Best Friends With Them: Bayek, Arno & Jacob.

Just to start off with I'm sorry this took so long for me to do but I've got major writers block atm so these might be ass but I tried. Also Arno might be extra ooc cuz I only brought Unity a few days ago when it went on sale and haven't done more than the beginning yet so apologies in advance 😅

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Bayek

• The most loyal, lifelong friend you're ever going to get right here.

• Even if you two don't see each other as often anymore after Bayek became a Medjay and started a family.

• Talking about him starting a family, you were one of the first people he told when he found out Aya was expecting.

• Invites you over regularly to eat dinner with him and his family, along with Hepzefa and Rabiah if they are free.

• He loves that his closest people get on so well.

• You accompanying him, Khemu and Chenzira on their hunting trips.

• As much as he wants to confide in you after Khemu's death and Aya's departure, he can't bring himself to. Not only because he doesn't want to speak about it when the wound is so fresh but he doesn't want to burden you with his feelings.

• So he doesn't say much to you before leaving to track down the Heron.

• When he eventually returns, and is in a slightly better headspace than before he left, he was happy to see you, and Hepzefa, waiting for him.

• You two have a lot to catch up on.

Arno

• Will silently judge every stupid decision you make, his face tells you exactly what he wants to say though to the point it doesn't feel as 'silent' anymore.

• He will help you clean up and or defend you from the consequences of said stupid decision though.

• The type to have clothes made for you, regardless of your social status.

• Depending on your personality, there's going to be a LOT of disagreements between you two due to Arno's stubbornness (and yours, potentially) but he's willing to come to a compromise with you after enough back and forth, he probably won't admit if he was wrong though.

• Arno never truly gets over Élise and has times where his grief rears it's head, sometimes he'll allow you to comfort him even if it's just by sitting in the same room in silence while you both get on with your own things or other times he'll avoid everyone completely and try to keep himself busy with random tasks till he feels ready to see people again.

• Would like to visit the theatre with you occasionally or just relax for once and have a discussion about art or the newest plays.

• Gossip duo 💅🏻

Jacob

• Sheer pandemonium.

• You two together brings the fear of God into people.

• Spending hours with him in the pub, whether it be indulging in drinking games, playing Whist (don't worry he won't drown you in the river if you beat him) or just chatting with the Rooks, Jacob will make sure you enjoy yourself and hopefully get you to stay just another hour (and buy another round).

• Tells Maxwell about you and eventually invites you to accompany them on one of their random outings.

• We all know how that eventually ends.

• Both of you teasing Evie about Henry. Jacob will definitely turn on you though if he finds out you are courting someone/being courted, it isn't just Evie he's willing to tease.

• He would find out as much as he could about the person that you're interested in, especially if their the one trying to court you. He's been betrayed by people close to him before and doesn't want you to go through the same thing if he can help it.

• He'll make almost everything a (friendly) competition with you; Who can climb this building faster? Who can kill the most Blighters in this random street fight? Who can escape the police quicker?, things like that. Evie will even sometimes join in, which usually ends with the twins bickering after she wins.

• You and Jacob really do share the same braincell at times fr.

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I haven't done any hc's in a hot minute and I can see why lol. Maybe I'll rewrite these one day or add to it I dunno.

[demigoddessqueens]

How would Altair, Shay, Basim and Arno react if their pregnant assassin/templar reader tries to go on a mission?

Ty 💕

You got it nonnie 😘😁

Masterlist 10

Altair

Will be VERY upset/annoyed because how could you be so reckless and careless!! He lost someone he thought he had a chance of life with, but now with you, it’s even more precious and hopeful for once and he’ll never stop fighting to protect that

Shay

His fiery temper will most likely rear its head because why would you think going on mission is a good idea ??

If this is during his Assassin-turned Templar arc, his frustration stems from wanting to protect you if others tried to use it as leverage against him

Basim

Sit back down, you are not going anywhere! Yes he knows you are more than capable of fending yourself and he trusts you, but Basim doesn’t trust others that easily, and he knows no mercy will be extended if someone hurt you or his unborn child

Arno

He will be very upset with you, considering all the loss he faced in life, like it would very much be a teary-eyed argument (on his end) with you both.

Once the dust settles and you two get a chance to talk, it’s more of addressing and soothing the fears Arno has from his life. He adores and loves you so much, and his heart couldn’t take it if you were gone.

[cadeiscool683]

Joost klein bf headcannons

SFW (guys this is my first kinda fic 😞 don’t explode Me if it’s bad it’s kinda short cause i couldn’t think of much)

. I feel like he flirts like a bird and brings you little trinkets and pebbles or rocks because his excuse was that they remind him of you. You probably have a collection of rocks and items he found for you.

when your ignoring him or on your on your phone not giving him attention he lays on top of you full weight on you and whines about how you never pay attention to him “liefde pay attention to me pleasee” he would whine to you with big puppy dog eyes.

he has a lot of Polaroids of you and keeps them in his wallet or the back of his phone case when he has a phone case on some are candid and others you asked him to take he loves the ones of you sleeping the day after he took the photo of you sleeping you got a little mad but saw how proud and happy he looked about it and he kept saying it’s cute so you decided to let him keep it.

when he’s away on tour he sends you vlogs about how his day was and is basically on FaceTime with you 24/7 telling you how much he misses you.

him taking you on dates they are probably walking dates or he takes you out to a random restaurant, and museum dates and if theres dinosaur bones or a mummy he asks what do you think would happen if he stole them. he is probably a big blanket hog while you guys are trying to sleep like you'll wake up in the middle of the night freezing because he took all the blanket and you have to wrestle with his sleeping body to just get some blanket to be warm.

I genuinely cannot think of anything else to put please don’t explode Me if it’s bad PLEASE send me ideas to do 🙏

[deadqueerboys]

M/n: *screaming*

Summer: What happend?

Morty: Unity just-

M/n: *screaming louder*

Morty: Unity flirted with Rick... again.

[sun-snatcher]

[SLAMS FIST] HOW MUCH DO I PAY FOR ANGSTY ARNO SMUT WITH NO. 22  💳💳💳💥💳💥💳💥💥

( all credits to the amazing @arsuf for this phenomenal gifset! )

⚜︎ — heartbeat-home ; arno dorian

a/n. ‘22. for sex after a near death experience’. Dear anon, these short blurbs come free of charge 😌🤞🏼Thank you for requesting!

HE'D NEARLY BITTEN your head off for going against his orders.

And you would’ve snapped back, ofcourse, in your own flurry of French curses, but something had shone bright and glassy in his eyes when he all but yanked you into a suffocating embrace, rasping something along the frantic lines of Don’t ever—! Don’t do that ever again— I can’t, I won’t— survive losing you—

He’d buried a piece of his heart, after all, with Élise. He may as well be a dead man walking if he ended up having to bury you too— 

“I’m here,” you whisper, pulling him out of his dark reverie, “Touch me, Arno. Please.”

He does. It’s red wine you taste when he kisses you wholly again; stonefruit-sweet, deep and urgent, tongue laving over yours before he pulls away to breathe in the intoxicating scent of your sex in the air. A string of saliva connects your lips with his. His pupils are blown wide as yours, lilac gaze thick with yen as he gropes at your shaking thighs.

Then he’s leaning close again, your lashes fluttering as he licks up the rampant pulse of your neck, and groans out your name. It’s a broken, reverent sound— so good. You feel so good, amour— laden with yearning; carnal desperation.

I’m here. You pair it with a feather-soft touch and a saccharine purr, guiding his calloused hands up your naked stomach and to the space upon your breasts where your heart is thundering with life; with desire. I’m alive.

“Arno,” you keen, starting to tremble, starting to succumb to the blistering burn of pleasure kindling in your core. Goosebumps line your sweat-soaked skin as you begin to paw blindly at his shoulders for— “—more, please, Arno.”

“Yes,” he encourages, nosing you into a kiss and swallowing your moan when he releases a handful of your breast in favour of ghosting his fingers against your clit. “Close, hm?”

He can feel the hearty thrum of you everywhere. Beneath his hot palm under the rise-and-fall of your ribcage, against the thin of your throat where he’s bruising you with his open-mouth kisses, and in the heartbeat-pulse between the slick apex of your thighs where you’ve taken him to the hilt, the hard length of his cock throbbing in anticipation with every slow carve and grind of your hips.

It feels like he’s enveloping a live heart. A circadian rhythm of home, cradled possessively in his arms as he begins to teeter closer and closer to the edge—

Arno finishes with a deep groan, right after you. It’s a lightning shock of pure bliss; dizzying as he presses himself impossibly close, some semblance of a tether in the way he listens to the stutter of your heart and feels the vibration of your tinny, choked out gasps against his flushed cheeks.

“I’m here, Arno,” you soothe a minute after, sated and warmed by the fullness you feel, of him softening inside you. He intertwines his fingers with yours, leaves the other one free to let you card lovingly through his hair. “I’m alive.”

“You’re here,” he agrees, breathless. Arno wills away the sting behind his eyes he doesn’t yet want to confront, and focuses on the heartbeat pattern of you— home— instead. 

[desmond69miles]

The Catch

This is sort of a prologue to 'An Artists Eye'. It uses the same way of meeting/Élise and Bellec are still alive, but reading the previous fic is not necessary! This is supposed to be after the game (but obviously a different ending), it more so came out as a completly different timeline- what the hell it's fiction anyway

Arno offers to show you around the hidden assassin base below Cafe Theatre. He also offers a risky sexual time in a small, curtain-drawn study in the archives.

Warnings/Tags: Google translated French, GN reader (no descriptions listed), oral sex/blowjob, risky sex, getting caught, probably ooc Axeman but IDK anything about him (he 'flirts' with you).

Word Count: 3.4k (rounded up)

AO3 LINK: Here

Enjoy.

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Arno Dorian was a man of many suits. He drank like a monster, risked his life daily in more ways than one, and fought like a madman. But, he was an attentive lover. Caring and somewhat good-natured when it came to you.

You were wary of Arno's regular disappearances and injuries once you started dating him, perhaps a little more worried than a normal partner would be. You weren't sure if his gambling was getting him into fistfights or if he got into one too many scraps with local drunks, but you could never recall a time when he didn't come back to you unharmed. 

At first, you’d thought him a thief or maybe a smuggler. To your surprise, he was neither (or both) but an assassin. You laughed at him then, giving him a look of disbelief, but when he stayed stone-faced, your look of humor soon turned into panic. 

“Arno,” you had said, “you cannot be serious. An assassin?” He gave you a slight smirk that you can still picture perfectly today and took your hands in his. “Yes, an assassin. I’ve been one since I was twenty-two.” He said it so plainly that there was no other truth besides that- a killer. You weren’t scared, though, and perhaps you should have been. You trusted him not to get himself captured or, worse, killed. 

Despite your trust, he did come home wounded quite often. The unexplained injuries suddenly made a lot more sense, especially the stab and slash marks from a sword--and, god forbid, a bullet hole once in a blue moon. While you weren’t thrilled about becoming skilled at suturing your lover, you got exceptionally good at it. In return, Arno affectionately called you ‘mon infirmière.’

My nurse.

“Arno,” you sighed nervously while threading a needle. “You know that you’re supposed to stick them with your sword, not be stuck by their sword, right?” He laughed and winced after, fists clenching at the two-centimeter-deep slash wound on his right side. “Oui, mon amour, I’m well aware. Sometimes, it’s a bit difficult while fighting three people at the same time.” You side-eye him then, tutting. “I have you, though, mon infirmière. You are much more gentler than Elise and not as scrutinizing.” 

You also missed him a lot, even when he was right beside you. The constant fear that he might one day leave and never come back haunted you.  Every time he returned in the dead of the night, you couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. You would thank him, your voice barely audible as he quietly removed his boots, careful not to disturb your sleep. 

It’s been six months since you’ve started dating Arno. Your worry decreased dramatically during that time. Partially because the longest missions Arno’s been on are only a few days to a week at most, partially because he’d always spend a day or two before that mission with you doing things he’d know would quell your stress. This time, though, he’d be traveling to Toulouse for three weeks: six hundred and seventy-eight kilometers, a day and a half carriage ride away.

Arno was going to leave in two days, and he had been spending time with you in between the preparations. You sat in a chair by the fire, scribbling around your sketchbook. Arno was gone—probably below Cafe Theatre or in the study—the only thing keeping you company was the gentle crackling of the flames and the songbirds chirping outside in the terrace garden. Summer was coming to its final stretch and starting to transition into fall. Leaves were turning into gorgeous shades of red and orange, the temperature just warm enough to leave without a coat, and the apple trees were blooming to make the perfect apple cider. 

A beautiful time of growth and change, and you’d be experiencing it with mostly Elise and your best friend (not that you had anything against Elise or your best friend; you did love them, but something about fall was so romantic). 

“Mon amour,” a disembodied voice said, “what are you drawing?” His hands rested on your shoulders, squeezing lovingly before he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.  “Eurasian jays,” you replied, moving your gaze from the crisp paper to your lover. He stole a chaste kiss and looked at your page of elegantly drawn birds. Arno recognized them as the bird that stole a piece of your bread a few months back, a smile drawing to his face. 

Arno sighed through his nose. “How are you?” he asked, his voice ever more soothing at this peaceful moment. “Alright. How is your work going? Are you still leaving in two days?” His slight noise had confirmed, although he did not speak, and he moved one of his hands down, carefully taking your sketchpad away and setting it down on the table next to the chair. 

“I have something that might put your mind at ease during my mission,” Arno said softly. “The Council has permitted you to visit our headquarters. You can meet my mentor and our fellow assassins. While you can't go there alone, I thought it might comfort you to see where I spend my time.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, quickly taking his hand as he helped you stand.

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I weren’t certain,” he replied, reassuringly smiling. “There aren’t many people there right now, maybe my mentor or a few friends. We could go now if you’d like?” You chewed your lip briefly, pretending to ponder before nodding. “Alright, let’s go.”

Arno led you down the familiar hallways of Cafe Theatre, but this time, he stopped at a spot you had never taken much notice of before. With an odd-looking key that you’ve never seen before slotted into the lock, the dark wooden door swung open with a quiet groan. Inside was a dimly lit staircase that descended into a stone hallway with a red rug lining the middle.  “This way,” he said, taking your hand as he guided you into the dimly lit corridor.

The passage trailed downward, the air growing cooler and damper as you descended. The walls were lined with old, worn stone, and the faint scent of old books and earth made up the air. Arno walked with the confidence of a man who’d traversed these halls too many times to count, his gloved fingertips brushing against the bricks while his arm that didn’t wield the blade held your hand. 

Eventually, you arrived at the bottom of the staircase. The hallway was much grander than you had seen from the top of the stairs--curtains framing big paintings of what you assumed were important figures in the assassin world, numerous pedestals holding silver or iron statues, and a large red tapestry with a white emblem on it hanging from the tall ceilings, the Creed’s sigil. The room was illuminated by torches mounted on the walls, casting a warm, flickering glow that danced over Arno’s face and shadowed a beautiful gleam on him. 

Once the hallway ended, there was a room containing a long table surrounded by haphazardly pushed-in chairs. On all four sides of the room was another hallway, but the one in front of you led into a vast room resembling a courtroom. It was no less magnificent than the hallways—possibly a little more—such as the oak table covered in various maps and documents and the walls lined with weapons and other neatly organized tools of the trade. 

Arno turns to you with a gentle smile, speaking in a tone that feels a little too loud for the setting, “This is where I spend much of my time when I’m not with you. It’s not much, but it’s home.” 

You took in your surroundings with a deep breath. There was a strange comfort, as well as uncertainty and awe, seeing where Arno lived most of his life. You had talked about seeing the creed’s hideout when you first found out about his position, and honestly, what you saw now was not what you envisioned in your mind. When you think of Assassin, you think of torturing and other dark things. While you were sure it did happen, there was no hint of it here. 

True to his word, there weren’t many people in the hideout. In fact, there wasn’t a soul around. “Is it normal for there not to be people?” You ask, looking at Arno as he wraps an arm around your waist. “No. Usually, there are many people, but most of us are out on missions, and the council is out on a meeting with-” “Arno!” 

“Axeman, mon ami!” 

You turned your head to the right to see a man walking towards you, an axe strapped on his back. You rolled your eyes playfully at the ‘clever’ name of his friend. Axeman slapped his hand on Arno’s shoulder in a hello, his brown eyes meeting yours. “And half of us thought you made them up,” he jests, sticking his hand out for you to take and gently kissing the back of your hand. “How could I make someone so great up?” Arno smiles, and his arm briefly squeezes you closer. 

Axeman chuckles while running a hand through his pushed-back brown hair. “As much as I’d like to stay and chat with your lovely partner, I do have a mission to get to.” He gives you a small smile and Arno a playful smack again, turning to walk the way you came in. “Bellec’s around, so be on your best behavior.” 

Once his buddy left, your lover turned to you, giving you a frisky smirk. “Let me give you a tour,” Arno grabbed your hand again with a slight squeeze and led you deeper into the underground hideout, his hand warm even through the worn leather glove. “This way,” Arno said, pulling you to the left hallway. This passage was thinner than the others and dimly lit by candelabras placed every five feet, occasional carvings etched into the stone walls between large pillars. Large wooden doors started after the fourth pillar, and Arno took you to the second one on the right side, swinging open the heavy door and nodding you inside. 

“This is the main training room.” He gestured with a flourish, letting you step inside and look around. The space was huge, with mats covering the floor. Wooden dummies and targets lined two of the four walls, some riddled with throwing knives and arrows, some looking so broken it was just remembrance of rough training. Three assassins were sparring, one sitting down to the side drinking water and two practicing their knife skills. 

“Care for a quick lesson?” He teased, knowing full well that you weren’t one for battling people, instead gnats or annoying flies that buzzed around. “Maybe later,” you replied with a grin, “What’s next?” 

He followed you out and closed the door behind him, leading you across the hall into the next door. “Here is the armory.” The room opened to reveal wooden walls lined with weapons of every kind: swords, daggers, pistols, rifles, smoke bombs, bomb bombs, and, of course, things to maintain the hidden blade. Each was meticulously maintained and ready for action. “Most of us have our preferred weapons, so this is mainly for recruits or people who have lost a weapon. Pick any weapon, and it’ll have a story,” Arno said, following you inside.

His fingers brushed an ornate-looking sword, the beautiful engraving on the blade glinting in the candlelight. You reached out, touching a dagger with an intricate hilt next to the sword Arno was looking at. “What about this one?”

“Ah, that belonged to Thomas de Carneillon, an assassin in the 13th and 14th century,” Arno explained, “he tried to steal a sword of Eden, the same one that killed Germaine.” He gives you an inquisitive look and lets you wander around the round room, watching as you observe the weapons with a curiosity that makes his stomach twinge in an absurd kind of attractiveness. 

Once you circle the room and return to Arno, he offers his hand again and leads you out of the room and deeper into the hallway. “You’ll love this,” he assures, motioning towards the end of the hallway where a huge arch opened up to a library. “This is the south archive,” he said, smiling at your giddy smile. 

It smelled like old parchment, ink, and worn leather-bound books, a scent that engrained itself in your brain. Shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes, scrolls, and books lined the walls, going up to the ceiling where a giant metal chandelier hung. Maroon velvet curtains lined the arch, and when you slipped into the library, you didn’t notice Arno tugging the golden rope that held them back. The drapes made a soft noise as they closed, dimming the room just the slightest bit, and Arno watched as your fingers trailed over the spines of the books. 

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured. “You said that this is the South archive?” Arno hummed a ‘yes,’ coming up behind you as you pulled one of the smaller books off the shelf. He wrapped his arms around your hips and kissed your temple, scanning the book you opened. “This library isn’t the biggest one here, but this one is always empty, perfect for us.” 

Arno watched the trail of your fingertips against the worn paper, gentle like your fingers when you trail them over Arno’s back. His eyes followed your hand as you turned the page, forefinger and thumb pinching the page like when you pinch your nipple while he’s fingering you. He should not be turned on right now. 

“Arno,” you said, head turning to look at your lover behind you. His eyes caught yours, your pretty eyes that always glistened right before you orgasmed, and right then, he made up his mind. Before you could speak again, Arno had pressed his lips against your soft ones, maybe just a little too roughly, the leather of the book in your hands creaking with how hard you gripped it. 

His hand grabbed the book from your hands and placed it back on the shelf with a little bit of struggle. Nipping your bottom lip, Arno’s hands gripped your hips and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He tasted like wine and something sweet--something him-- and god, you’d be lying if it wasn’t intoxicating for the both of you. When you did pull away, a slim bridge of saliva connected your lips and snapped when he licked his. You were suddenly very aware of the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into--his erection pressed into your behind and his needy hands wandering your body.

“We’re in the base,” you un-needily whispered, sucking in a small breath as his lips moved to your jaw and pressed a kiss just behind your jawbone. “Oui, but we are alone. No one is near us, and we’ll be quiet.” You shakily breathed as he continued to kiss along the side of your neck and fuck; if the thought of risk didn’t set a throbbing between your legs, you weren’t sure what did. 

With an enthusiastic nod, Arno grabbed your hand and pulled you to one of the curtain-drawn study rooms off to the side. As he did with the entrance to the archive, Arno pulled the rope holding the drapes back off and dropped it to the floor. The ambient candlelight under the curtains, the only light in the ‘private’ study room, set a surprisingly intimate aura as Arno’s hand cups the side of your face and kisses you again. This one was headier, making your mind swim as his other hand grabbed your butt, pushing your hips into his. 

Your hands that had been resting on his shoulders slipped down his chest and to his belt, one palming his obvious arousal and the other fiddling with the belt buckle. He groaned into your mouth, hips chasing your hand as you moved it up to help undo the buckle. His hands joined yours in a messy struggle, and once his belt was undone, you immediately sank to your knees. 

Arno swore--a short, breathy ‘merde’ that sent every single ounce of blood that was in your brain rushing south, and with that blood came a fleeting thought of how easy it was to get you to suck him off in a place with people. It wasn’t the first time that you had sexual interactions in a public place--far from it--but it was the first time that you’d be on the giving end. 

His hand came to rest on the back of your head as your fingers unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down with his undergarments just to free his cock. Even in the darkness, you could tell that he was fully hard, your hand that didn’t rest on his hip coming to stroke him teasingly slow. Your thumb swiped over his tip that dribbled precum, and his hips twitched with a soft groan that was nothing short of heavenly. 

You softly pressed your lips against his head and trailed them down his shaft, letting your spit dribble against his heated skin and slicking him up with your hand. His quiet groans and the schlick of your hand made up the space--an erotic opera--and finally, your lips slipped around his tip and gently sucked. “Dieu, fuck, don’t stop,” Arno groaned, hips rocking in time with the drawls and push of your head. After enough saliva drips from your mouth and down his cock you took him deeper in just so the head of his cock was resting against the back of your tongue. 

Arno moved both of his hands to the side of your head and gently held you in place, his thumbs stroking over your cheekbones, and he began to thrust into your mouth. At first, his thrusts were shallow, but as your hands came to his thighs once again, Arno gave a chuckle and picked up his pace. You slid your tongue against the underside of him, and he let out a groan, one that was a little too loud. “Good job, mon amour, good job…” 

No matter how many times you took him in any way, there was never a time where he failed to make you so painfully aroused. 

“Suck,” Arno said, stopping his movements rather deep inside the constrictive heat of your throat and petting your head. And just like he said, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. His head thudded against the wall he had his back rested on, and, oh, that groan. Primal and needy and wanting in every sinful way known to man. “S'il vous plaît, continuez, putain, juste comme ça. Tu me prends si bien- si bien, fuck!”

His fingers threaded through your hair and gripped the strands, holding them tight as he rocked against your mouth. Arno was so, so close, you just needed to suck a little harder and-

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARNO?!” 

You immediately pull off of Arno, who seems equally surprised but, strangely enough, not embarrassed. You wiped the back of your mouth with your hand and turned around, face mortified at the silhouette of a man standing in the doorway. He shook his head and turned around, letting the curtain fall behind him, and you could still tell he was outside due to the shadow from under the drapes. Arno haphazardly tucked himself back into his pants and offered you a hand up off the ground. When he pulled you up, you gave him a look, one that said Arno, are you fucking kidding me? but all he did was chuckle and step out of the study. 

“Désolé, Bellec.” Your lover said, utterly unphased by the fact you had just been caught in a very precarious and intimate moment, and you heard a sigh from not Arno. “You never fail to amaze me, pisspot,” The man- Bellec- laughed. 

You stood in the study for a good fifteen minutes with your face aflame, too embarrassed to even walk out of the hideout. 

Thankfully the second meeting with Bellec was not when you were sucking Arno off and instead over wine (that doesn’t mean you weren’t a hot-faced mess with an embarrassed smile on your face throughout the whole thing, though). 

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Head Cannon bc I can - What kinds affectionate the different assassins would be - Part 1

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - The Lover of Love. Family man very affectionate/grew up in a loving closely knit family/family oriented/notices little things/sweetheart with a side of spice/he reminds me of the hot tamale candy lol spicy AND sweet at the same time bc he can be a cinnamon roll one second and then become the oven that you PUT the cinnamon roll IN. He seems like he would play the lute for you the few chords that he learned when he was younger that is, and he MIGHT sing but don't count on it haha. Man wrote some real nice letters when he was older so I bet he would try his hand at love letters no matter which Ezio you prefer, and they would be sweet. Loves to give hand kisses whether they be sweet or steamy. Often comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you in a hug, and imo LOVES it when you rake your fingers through his hair gently scratching his scalp. Would instantly be down bad for someone who cooks Italian food for him because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Bayek of Siwa - The Kind Lover. Proud affection/"look at how awesome my partner is I worship the ground they walk on"/offers an arm for escort/is not afraid to hold your hand/great at letting people know where they stand and setting boundaries so no one will be confused about who he has feelings for. Very attentive and notices the little things/can kick ass and then some but is so gentle and sweet with the one he loves (no one touches a hair on their head or disturbs the air around them or so help him Anubis...) /great at communicating and is not afraid to talk about feelings. Have a feeling that he enjoys fresh baked bread and anything sweet he can get his hands on, and also loves to share them with his love. NO ONE can tell me that he doesn't take good care of the person he loves because man is a sweetheart protector and dang good provider. Forehead kisses are a big thing with him, where he gently cradles your head to do so, and lots of eye contact when he tells you that he loves you.

Edward Kenway - The Cheeky Pirate. sexual tension/handsy and cheeky but will stop if you're uncomfy/he knows when to behave/won't hesitate to smooch you to the ninth realm and back if someone looks at you like they want you/ have a feeling that he is BIG TIME into holding his partner in front of him at the wheel and steering the Jackdaw (letting them drive but not really)/spoils his loved one rotten any chance he gets (even if it is stolen lol)/will probably make you his co-co-captain alongside Adewale.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway- The Respectful Lover. Not really one for PDA but you'll know that you're loved by him/does gush about you to people from his tribe and everyone at the Homestead knows he's DOWN BAAADD (the tribe elders have predicted a wedding date lol bc they know that he'll marry you. Definitely teaches self-defense and fall in love 5,000 times harder if they made an attempt to learn Kanien'keha/if they love animals and nature, he again will worship the air they breathe. If you cook for him especially recipes from his tribe, he'll probably get emotional because they remind him of home, and he would be head over heels in love with someone who was open to learning about where he comes from and the ways of his people. If you defend him when someone is rude to him (despite being well able to defend himself as we all know) he will feel protected and loved, which he's rarely felt in his life since his mother.

Jacob Ethan Frye - The Sweetheart. Makes his partner feel valued ESPECIALLY as a woman because he's not a typical 19th century man who's all "women's place is in the home having babies and cooking and cleaning". He WILL LISTEN TO YOU and also put great faith in your opinion/cheeky and very flirtatious/can get flustered if partner matches his energy though lol/ something tells me this man LOVES and is WHIPPED for domesticity he's had a crazy, dangerous life with too many near death experiences to count at only 21 years old and while he would still be the chaotic cinnamon roll you fell in love with the Rooks and fight club and all he would love to come home to peace and calmness. If you cook/bake for him he will literally turn into a bottomless pit he LOVES IT though it will sometimes start sibling squabbles between him and his older sister because she loves your cooking too haha. Also teaches self-defense but will get flirty with you real quick so it's probably best to learn from Evie lol. VERY genuine and he means every loving word he says and every touch he gives. Protective of you and will throw hands if someone disrespects you. He also loves to make you laugh and tell.me.WHY I am so dang sure that he LOVES it when you play with his hair especially if you scratch your fingers lightly against his jaw and the scratchy whiskers he has there.

Desmond Miles - The Lonely One. Proud as well/total gentleman with sexy swagger lol/loves to take you out on his motorcycle/loves it when you come visit him at work because he'll be doing his job and look over to see you which makes him instantly happy/TOTALLY shows off his bartending skills and winks at you while doing it being a total flirt/ love language without a doubt is quality time and physical touch. Man is VERY affectionate imo because he's touched starved and most likely lonely (even with the Animus he still wants you because you comfort him). If you defend him from Shaun when he's being annoying or pushing him too much or clap back at the male half of his DNA, he will literally love you forever. Man is FERAL for a significant other that will defend him and care for him the way he wasn't all those years alone.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - The Reserved Soldier...who's Smitten. Doesn't do PDA most that might happen is an arm offered for an escort or a hand on the waist to push you behind him/will kiss you on the cheek before he goes off on missions the same way he does the rest of the members of the Brotherhood (even if you're not part of it) while saying to you in Arabic "Safety and Peace my darling". Shows affection by smirking at you when you're flustered and acting as your intimidating AF bodyguard/in private tho...he's very amorous and loves having physical contact with his partner. Totally the type to lie there and rest with them or lazily kiss and hug. Not averse to showing that he loves you in public or declaring his love because he does love you very much, he just wants to protect your honor and avoid anyone (read: MALIK) heckling/harassing the both of you about being lovers. You are for his eyes and his eyes only whether it be hand holding, kissing, or various other things that he often thinks about...

Arno Victor Dorian - The Hopeless Romantic. Very affectionate also from being lonely and touch starved/not afraid to show his love for you in public. He DEFINITELY writes you love letters that are just - SIGH. He has a way with words and just pours everything into the letters he writes you, what he loves about you and why, how much you mean to him, how he would do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic and when he falls in love he falls HARD and gives the one he loves everything (cue traumatic flashbacks of a certain ex-now deceased red haired lover of his). I think he would be SO in love with someone who noticed the little things about him and took care of those things. If he's sleep deprived? You let him sleep in and fix him breakfast in bed. If he's lonely while working? You sit with him wherever he is and read/ write/look out the window and watch Paris silently comforting him with just your presence. If he forgets to eat? You fixing him something delicious to eat and bringing it to him giving him a kiss and words of encouragement. Bringing him tea/water/coffee/hot chocolate while he's working. Would definitely spoil you with treats from the Cafe and if you work there, he'll drop by every so often to give you a sweet quick kiss. I think he would also show affection by helping you get ready in the morning and take this the way you wish...but he's really good with corset laces, buttons, and layers upon layers of fabric. He's thoughtful and sweet taking time to think about you (even though he barely thinks about himself). Will legit protect you with his life he refuses to lose you and will do anything to keep you safe. He loves to have slow relaxing days with you to have a moment away from his normally stressful life. You pulling him away from his work for distraction or holding him when the Council annoys him is always welcome. You will definitely know that he loves you with everything that he has.

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❝contains: arno dorian❞ ✩ — fan favourite ♡ — contains smut

ᯓ★ 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧���𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬:

gods au masterlist

encyclopedia of the gods, their associations and what one may offer them

soul for sale

a devotee's opening night

ᯓ★ 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬:

soulmate au

versailles tryst ♡

arno x musketeer! reader

bonne anniversaire

moments like this ♡

cuddles & forehead kisses

nightmares & music boxes ♡

so much for an early night ♡

I never stopped loving you

no one's ever touched me like this ♡

masquerade

I promise to be here when you wake up

je ne parle pas français

ᯓ★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

caring for you when you're sick

modern au work

seeing you in a tanktop and shorts

as a yandere

with a modern s/o

his reaction to surprise hugs

what he calls his s/o

first kiss

reacting to you being hurt

making love while it rains ♡

meeting a non-assassin s/o

mini spicy headcanons ♡

on his s/o's birthday

his s/o falls asleep next to him

you reject his love

his s/o shares his personality

valentines headcanons

his s/o is terrified of frogs

his s/o is scared of storms

falling for a friend who's terrified of love

when his s/o gets catcalled

when you cup his face and call him cute nicknames

meeting your parents

finding out you have a hidden tattoo

his s/o is shy

boyband au

finding out he missed your birthday

staying the night at yours for the first time

when his s/o doesn't want a baby

body preferences for his s/o

his s/o is really good at giving massages

his child asks where children come from + for a sibling

his type in a s/o

with an insecure, plus-sized, dark-eyed reader

his s/o thinks he's hot in his assassin robes

he wakes up and finds his s/o in his robes

he finds his s/o masturbating ♡

his s/o is insecure of their looks/skills

how he reacts to having a sleepy s/o

when his s/o has a scar with a funny story

how he reacts to his s/o in a cat maid outfit

his s/o is hispanic/latina

he has a nightmare where his s/o dies

with a touch-starved reader

with a templar s/o

when there's only one bed

his s/o has a nightmare

what artistic talents he has

what he smells like

his s/o loves giving head ♡

his s/o gets really sick

with a muslim s/o

when his s/o wants to grind on his thigh ♡

when his s/o passes out

what his bedroom looks like

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 [archived] my very old oneshots from my pre-tumblr days

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 [discontinued] a highschool au featuring a variety of characters

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 a collaborative event with @itseivwhore

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Imagine: Reconnecting w/Rick

The Rick you’d known was abrasive, manipulative, and apathetic. He only had one goal, he had very little that had truly mattered.

Your relationship was one of chaos, of pure attraction and rampant selfishness. You both lived live to the fullest, breaking ties, making enemies and not truly trusting anyone. There was a love that you both shared that was fast and loose. The both of you could lose yourselves on benders that wouldn’t stop if it weren’t for an enemy shooting at you or the Galactic federation crashing a party.

It had ended when you’d wanted something deeper than an unrestrained affair, something deeper than partying until one of you got shot, than saving each other only to return to the same dangers. He hadn’t felt the same, clouded by his past and the inability to let go and move on. He couldn’t give you what you wanted, he wouldn’t change for anyone.

Or so you thought. It had been years since you’d seen him, his long hair now stuck out, shorter than before, the stubble on his face replaced with a clean shave, and his vest was nowhere to be found. Instead a white scientist coat replaced it, and he wore khaki pants. He looked older yes, but the bags under his eyes had disappeared, he looked good.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what he’d say, the way his face softened as he saw you. He quickly crossed the room to where you were, stopping infront of you and his hands beginning to widen for a hug. But he quickly settled his hands down.

You decide to initiate the hug, and you hear him release a breath he’d been holding into your hair and wraps a hand around you, resting his hand on your waist.

“Hi.. it’s been a while.” He says a bit awkwardly as you both step apart, the hand that had rested on your hip now held one of your hands, he softly massaged his thumb on your palm.

“You look good.” You say, giving him a gentle smile. The smile spreads to his face, and he compliments your appearance as well, “you haven’t aged at all day..”

“I uh.. went back… home I mean, to my family, or uh.. a version of them I guess, I’ve been living there for a while now.” He tells you, and the surprise on your face is palpable. “I know, I found him, Rick prime, I finally got him.” Mixed emotions churned in your stomach, but the overwhelming relief that he was okay was triumphant. You gave him a small smile, “I’m glad you’re okay, it couldn’t have been easy.”

An imperceptible look was on his face but he gave a weak smile, and continued to softly hold your hand.

“Would you want to grab a drink?”

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ive had Rick and Morty brainrot since the new season came out, so have this imagine about Rick! Based on episode 3 of season 7 and ricks relationship with Unity! let me know if you guys would want to see more