#Arno Dorian smut

[desmond69miles]

An Artists Eye

I don't know why but every time I try to update a post it doesn't work until I do it three times?? Boo. This isn't exactly how I wanted it to turn out but I'm semi-happy with the finished work, soooooo have fun.

I'm working on a 'part-two' (it's more of a part one, it takes place before this). Not sure when it will be posted, but it'll be out sometime. (Read it here!)

Arno finds your sexual drawings and offers to live them out with you.

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Warnings: Fluff and smut, Google translated French, oral (r receiving) fem!reader, vaginal sex/fingering, unprotected sex, creampie (I hate that word), grinding/dry humping.

Word count: 3,491. It's been awhile since I wrote something this long.

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Three years ago, you had the pleasure of Arno knocking you over. The streets of Paris had been bustling one fall morning, and you were late to a client meeting, scuttling down the street with your sketches haphazardly secured in your arms. You weren't looking - or maybe you were but didn't process it in time - when a man walked straight into you. It was somewhat theatrical--your papers flew up as you fell down. The man immediately bent down to help collect your sketches while muttering apologies, but it was too late; a good majority of your work had fluttered straight into a muddy puddle you narrowly missed. 

As the brunette picked up what papers were still preserved, you worked on dusting yourself off. Once the two of you stood, you finally looked at the man's face, one of his gloved hands moving to push his hood back. "Je suis vraiment désolé, madame," he said, "I'll buy you a new stack of sketching papers." You blinked at his offer - somewhat distracted by his handsome face - and politely rejected it. "Non, c'est bon. I wasn't looking where I was going." The man nodded and handed you back your work, dismissing himself with a slight nod and smile before disappearing back into the crowd. You stood there for a few seconds while people passed you, their shoulders occasionally bumping yours, and you moved to put the papers in your messenger bag. 

A few days later, the man randomly arrived at your door around eleven at night. When you opened the door, you were no less than shocked - he actually brought you a new stack of sketch paper! Then you asked yourself, how did he find my house? "Bonsoir Madame," he said. His brown eyes danced over your face, the same you had done when he knocked you over, and he extended his hand with the cartridge paper that was wrapped in a thin cloth to keep from dirtying. You take it from him, and your mouth flubbed open in search of some words. Finally, you decided on nothing more than an awkward "Merci... May I get your name?" The man chuckled, "Arno Dorian, and yours, madame?" Arno repeated your name once you said it, nodding along in confirmation. He left after denying your offer for coffee with a goodnight, and after you returned to your sofa, you undid the covers to the paper. 

A small card with a fancy gold trim sat on the stock. You turned it around and looked at the fancy swirls of writing--If you wish for more paper, run into me at Café Théâtre. You couldn't help the wide smile that formed on your face. 

Now, it will be your and Arno's second anniversary in a day.

You sat in front of your easel that held up your latest work, and one of your hands mixed up a beautiful blue on the wooden pallet held by your other hand. It was seven-ish, the sun hazily setting in the dimming sky, and the warm air of summer blew through the open windows of Arno's chambers. The ambient buzz of crickets and the fuel of early nightlife gave way to your soft humming of a lullaby. Occasionally, you'd hear the claps from the Cafe down below, a recitation of Hamlet playing tonight, and you've seen the show so much that you found yourself rehearsing the lines to yourself every so often. Your fingers plucked through your paintbrush jar until you found a suitable one and began to paint the shading colors of Arno's coat. Shading was the last thing that needed to be done, an easy task that could be completed quickly.  

Arno was indeed your favorite subject to draw. Often, when you found yourself unable to sleep, you sketched him while he was resting--or when you found yourself with free time, you drew his body's familiar lines and curves in practice. Sometimes, these anatomical figures found themselves in... precarious positions, such as in nude drawings. Those were your personal favorites, your sexual admiration for him going past just intercourse, but that sketchpad had been stowed away in the very back of your closet in a box. Hiding your drawings wasn't something you liked; you were proud of your work, and you didn't shy away from drawing nude bodies. In fact, Élise's favorite work of yours was of a sexually deviant nun she had nicknamed 'The Sin.' But, you always hesitated to show Arno the drawings and paintings you have done of him. Neither of you was sure why; you argued they weren't perfect, and Arno argued you were worried that he'd judge (in truth, you were a little more than embarrassed to show the numerous sexual positions you had put your lover and yourself in through pencil). 

However, you decided to face that embarrassment with your second anniversary, hence your eagerness to finish this portrait of your lover. Hours had ticked by reasonably quickly, and soon enough, you heard the grandfather clock chime twelve times, indicating the strike of midnight. You pause to look over your final work and give a more than satisfied smile, grabbing the canvas sheet you had and covering the painting so Arno didn't see it (you also had to make sure he didn't peek; he seemed fond of doing that). Your hands had been stained with colors, and your apron had a few new splotches--you didn't mind, but you still hung up your apron carefully for washing and quickly scrubbed your hands clean. 

With your hands a tad bit achy from the repeated holding of brushes, you stripped yourself of the painter's gown. You didn't even bother with a chemise or undergarments and instead grabbed one of Arno's button-up shirts that had a smear of purple paint. The mark was seemingly impossible to get out of the cotton, so he had unofficially gifted it to you, telling you that he'd wear it if you ever wanted to fling paint at him again. You grabbed one of the two pillows Arno claimed and tucked one between your thighs for comfort--the pillow usually replaced by his thigh. That, sadly, was the reality of being with an assassin; most nights, he wasn't around to fall asleep with. Thankfully, it seemed like you always woke up in his arms, your lover either sleeping soundly or admiring you. 

You heard the chime of 12:30 on the grandfather clock before you shut your eyes for the night and fell asleep. 

Awaking in the morning was a chore. The bed was so warm, cradling you like your mother did when you were a babe, and when you shuffled to get comfortable, an arm tightened around your waist. A knowing smirk cast onto your lips - Arno was back and pressed tightly to you. "Arno," you whisper, quiet enough so he could hear if he were awake. No response. Good, you hoped he was asleep - allowing you to get up and prepare your present for him. 

So, carefully, to not wake him up, you moved Arno's arm from off of you and gingerly rolled out of bed, slowly standing up so as not to make the wood creak. Once your feet were planted on the cool floor, you stretched fully before walking away from the bed. Your easel still sat in the same position with the canvas sheet covering it; the oak stool pushed out to the side with a dirty jar of brushes resting on top of it. You noted that Arno had closed the windows and drawn the curtains, only slivers of sun peeking through. You first moved to open them just a tad so the chambers would be more illuminated--mainly so you wouldn't topple over something. Then, you moved over to your easel. 

You took a deep breath and hoped that it looked okay after drying. Your hands gently took the cover off, and for the second time, you smiled proudly, hands clasped together. It wasn't alright; it was... almost perfect. Something was missing, and you couldn't put your finger on it. Then, it dinged in your brain. The drawing of us! You made your way back to the bed, but instead of getting in, you opened the dresser beside it and rummaged around until you found your trusted sketchbook. You flipped through it until you found the page already torn out and signed with a small love note. You paused, though, and your tummy did a flutter.

You forgot about this drawing. It was one of the first sexual ones you drew, a rather raunchy drawing of none other than Arno laid on his stomach, arms wrapped around a faceless woman's thighs and his face pressed to her cunt. This was still when you were too ashamed to draw yourself in these drawings - hence the faceless woman - but it made you fuzzy. 

It wasn't like you and your boyfriend never had sex; quite the opposite. Many nights you had been spent on the bed, Arno deep inside you while some serious French kissing went on (not to mention the time when Arno's mentor had walked in on you deepthroating the brunette's cock in none other than the Assassin's base under Cafe Theatre, but you're too embarrassed to talk about it. You still get hot when you hear Bellec calling Arno 'pisspot'). While you've had amazing sex, you've never got the confidence to ask for oral. Arno offered it, but you said no; what if you taste bad or do something Arno doesn't like? The thought of a mouth down there always intimidated you, but that doesn't mean you haven't fantasized about it. 

You were so caught up in staring at the drawing that you jumped when a loud crash came from outside, dropping the sketchbook onto the floor. "Merde," you almost immediately cussed, recoiling your foot from the damage of your toes being hit by the journal. It was enough to wake Arno up, and while you bent down to retrieve the book, he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "Everything alright, cherie?" He said, and you were startled like you were caught doing something bad. "Oui, sorry to wake you." Arno gave you an understanding smile, sliding to the edge of the bed and leaning forward to find your waist. You tucked the sketchpad to your chest as he pulled you in for an embrace, his face resting between your shoulder blades. 

"What were you drawing?" Arno muttered, and you tensed for a moment. "Sketches, love, it's nothing too important." You replied, and he hummed. "Everything is important when made by you." You didn't protest when his hand snaked from your hip up to your hands, his fingers grasping the edge of the book and pulling it free. His head moved back but still rested against you, and you heard him chuckle. Your face warmed, and for a moment, you willed the floor to open up and swallow you or for you to turn into a gnat and fly away. 

"Is this woman you?" He asked, and you quietly said no. "Then you envision me eating another woman out?" You let out a defeated breath, shoulders slumping. "Non, it is me." 

"But you did not draw your face?"

"It was awkward."

"Ah, then we should make it less awkward. Experiencing it may give you confidence."

Your head turns to peer at him from behind your shoulder. He has a cheeky grin that he knew he was doing - and you chewed your lips. "It's our anniversary, too. How will I marry you if I've never tasted you?" You blinked and chose to ignore the marriage comment, but as he pulled you into his lap, you knew you weren't getting out of this one too quickly. "I've heard from other women that it's relaxing if that quells your worry." One of his hands slides up your thigh and rests near the apex of your legs, thumb rubbing small circles into your flesh, and he kisses your cheek. You turn your body, legs swinging to rest on the bed and lean into Arno. He gives you a sweet look, brown eyes filled with what could only be described as love, and kisses your lips. He didn't get far once he pulled away; your hand brought him back in.

Your fingers undo the red ribbon, keeping Arno's hair tied while he bites your bottom lip teasingly. Once his hair was free and you could run your fingers through it, you allowed his tongue to slip past your lips and tangle with his. He tasted faintly of expensive red wine, and you drank the groan he let when your nails scratched his scalp. The hand resting on your thigh slid under the shirt you wore, warm fingertips running over your curves. Your noses bumped accidentally when you moved to tug on the buttons of his nightshirt, and neither of you went too far from the other. Your breaths still mingled as his hands aided yours in tugging his shirt off, the fabric falling onto the floor. Arno then moved both of you, so now you were lying against the pillows with your lover hovering above you. You exchange soft, loving smiles, eyes studying each other. Your hands ran down Arno's arms and rested against his wrists.

"Do you want to try oral?" He asked, genuinely curious, and you pondered. "Will you go slow?" You query, and you get your answer with the gentle, warming kiss Arno places against your forehead and then lips. His hands grab a pillow you are not resting on, and he says to lift your hips. You comply without question, and Arno slides the pillow under your butt, then moves your thighs apart so he can adequately slot himself in between them. The pillow gave a perfect angle for his hips to slot against yours, his semi-hard cock pressed into your inner thigh, and you could feel the wettening of your folds. 

His lips find yours for a small kiss before he moves to your neck, sucking in a few light marks that can be hidden, and one of his hands trails down your body to your stomach, resting there patiently until you give the go-ahead. The attention placed on your pulse point made you let out a quiet whimper, and you circled your arms around Arno's shoulders so you could tug his body closer to yours. His bodily warmth was nothing short of what you called home, the south trail of his hand at your happy whisper of 'more,' the press of his thumb against your clit--it gave an almost sentimental feel. 

There was loving, and then there was loving. 

And he loved you like you loved him. 

The way Arno loved you was nothing short of amazing? Spectacular? supercalifragilisticexpialidocious? There was no word for the way he treated you. 

After slicking his fingers in your cunt, he pressed a final kiss to your lips before descending your body, leaving kisses every place he could reach. You shifted awkwardly once you two were positioned like the drawing--Arno on his stomach, his cheek pressed into your thigh, hands holding your legs apart. You did have to admit that it was an ego boost to see your lover between your legs with such a hungry look in his eyes. Arno pressed a kiss to where your thigh meets your leg, impossibly close to your cunt, and you felt his breath over your puffy clit. It caused you to shift your hips, a hand coming to rest on his, and Arno peeked up at you from his position. 

Your insides became mush--there was absolutely no right for him to look heavenly, and you moaned as his index finger teased against your slit. "Do you want me to?" Arno asked, dipping his finger inside, teasingly curling in a way that he knew wouldn't feel terribly pleasurable. You debated--a new experience and most likely an intense orgasm, or you'll have to listen to your girlfriends rave about cunnilingus without knowing what to say next time you all met up. Most, if not all, your nerves of appearance had vanished and instead replaced by the anxious want of indulgence. Arno pushed his finger deeper, pulling back and repeating those actions slowly, awaiting your response. 

"Mhm, oui. I'd like you to." 

Arno smiled, and when he exhaled, you wiggled at the cool air against your warm cunt. "Merci," he hummed and leaned in, pressing his lips to your clit. Arno was gentle at first, careful not to overwhelm you. The rough pad of Arno's tongue pressed flat against your clit, and he let you move your hips, allowing you to draw your pleasure in what felt good. Once he thought that you had enough of a taste, his hands moved to your hips and pushed them down into the pillow. Your hands moved between Arno's resting ones or his head, moaning loudly when he sucked your clit with fervor. "Dieu," you exasperatedly said. Your thighs closed around Arno's head, not tight enough to hurt him but snug enough to keep him there, eyes closing when the tip of the pink muscle drew figure eights on your cunt. His finger slipped back in, this time pumping with a little more vigor, and when he curled them just right, that beautiful edge came into feel. 

"S'il te plaît, oh mon Dieu, s'il te plaît," you whined and swore you could feel Arno smile into you. Your hips rocking against his face as well as your thighs clamped tight around his head, caused a slight burn from his stubble, but, shit, you couldn't care as long as he kept going. Arno's lips move up once again and slurp your clit, and "There, fuck! There, Arno, don't stop!" pours out from you. Another finger adds to your wet hole, and he gives a rough suckle just before you send hurdling over the crescendo of an orgasm. Arno lets you ride it out by grinding on his face, his nose bumping your clit in delicious aftershocks, and you eventually come down enough to release Arno's head from your thighs. 

His head popped up from between your thighs, and he crawled up, bouncing down onto the bed beside you. One of Arno's hands rested on your stomach, and he asked, "How was it?" You gave a weak chuckle, "Le meilleur, fuck, the best." 

"Another round?" He suggested. 

"Always another round." You enforce. 

Before Arno could move, you crawled on top of him and gently pushed your hips down so your saliva-and-slick-ridden cunt pressed perfectly against his hard cock. He gave that devilish smirk, hands finding your waist to push the nightshirt over your head, and you moaned as his hips met yours with equal enthusiasm. In more-or-less semi-clothed dance, you rocked against each other until Arno's hands slowed you, one going to slightly push you back just so he could free himself from his now wet undergarments. The fabric didn't get farther than his knees before you scooted back up and took him in your hand, running the head of his cock through your folds. After a few teasing passes, his tip catches your hole, and you slowly - yet easily - sink onto him. Once your lower half was pressed against his pelvis once more, Arno gave a few shallow thrusts and cupped one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and playing with your nipple. 

A few more seconds passed, and with a quick kiss to Arno's forehead, you tensed your thighs, hands pressing against his chest, and you began to set a steady rhythm of riding him. Your lover met your thrusts halfway with quick motions that effectively created a shlick shlick when either of you moved. The friction inside you felt good but just not enough to reach climax again, and Arno knowing this, moved his fingers to rub small circles against your clit. Arno cursed and rolled his head back onto the pillows. You watched his Adam’s apple bob with each thick swallow, and his thrusts became unsynced--a tale tail sign of impending orgasm. 

With a few more messy thrusts, Arno pulled your hips flush to his and spilled deep inside of you. The warmth of his cum had made you unexpectedly orgasm, toes curling as you moaned. You stayed still and savored the moment, your spine failing to keep you upright, so you lay down on Arno's chest instead. Arno rolled over onto his side and took you with him, grabbing the closest blanket and covering you both up to keep from getting cold. 

"Je t'aime," Arno whispers against your hair, and you softly hummed. "Je t'aime plus," you countered, but he won the battle with an "I love you the most." 

"I peeked at the painting," he said after a peaceful silence, "I love it. You'll have to paint me nude next time."

[kiatheinsomniac]

stop it im not ok how would altair, ezio, connor, arno, and jacob react to the reader asking if they can grind on their leg AAAHHHHH 🦋🦋🦋

- 🦋🦋 anon hehhehehehhehe

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i'm a slut for some thigh riding so let's go akdjhfgasd 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, ratonhnhaké:ton | connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, thigh riding, teasing, handjobs

｡･:*˚:✧｡altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ is pretty smug and flattered. 'why? because they're strong enough for you?' he's showing off his muscles. the guy trains non-stop so pls just forgive him for wanting to show off for you.

♡ to begin with, he won't help you at all. He quite likes the power of you being desperate enough to want to grind on his leg to get off. He'll tell you that once you cum by yourself then you can have his help so keep on going~

｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore

♡ he's a little surprised that you don't want to grind on his lap 'just my thigh?' but after a moment of thought, he really likes the idea of seeing you get off on his leg while he leans back, legs spread and giving you plenty of room while you hump his thigh.

♡ a bit like Altaïr, he won't help you to start off with. The most you'll get from him are cooed words of encouragement and fleeting touches along your inner thighs, over your belly, maybe his fingertips teasing the undersides of your breasts. But once he's hard, he's grabbing your hips to guide you, wanting to hear more of your pretty moans.

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

♡ he's quite taken aback at the idea, never having even considered such a thing before 'you wouldn't rather ride me?' but he soon catches on to how this is a type of foreplay and he's more than happy to oblige. I see Ratonhnhaké:ton as the type to really like intimate sex and so, in some ways, he finds foreplay more exciting than the actual sex itself.

♡ he sets his big hands on your hips and guides you. Part way through, he gets the idea to bounce his leg a little and he keeps on doing it, continually changing up the pace as it causes sweet moans to spill past your lips which he laps up with kisses.

｡･:*˚:✧｡arno dorian

♡ Arno's very eager to let you. He'll sensually pepper kisses down your neck while he strips your lower half down and he then pulls you into his lap. He's got his legs spread to make room for you and he's leaning back a little so he can make sure he's got a full view of you.

♡ he'll press his leg up against your pussy as it drags over his thigh, leaving a slick patch behind on his clothing. He likes to grab your hips and guide your pace or stop it completely right when you're about to cum. He'll edge you one or two times before getting you to cum hard just from riding his thigh.

｡･:*˚:✧｡jacob frye

♡ oh, he loves the idea. He'll wait until you're in the train hideout to do it though just so that the rattling of the carriage on the tracks and the swaying of the train turning gives you that added stimulation. He'll start off teasing you for being needy enough to get off on humping his thigh but Jacob can be an impatient man when aroused.

♡ while you're riding his thigh and making a slick mess between your legs in the process, he's taking out his cock and stroking it to the sight and sound of you. He'll likely get you to wrap your hand around him while you ride his thigh too, wanting to see you bring pleasure to the both of you even when he's not actually inside of you.

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— To say the least, I will strictly stick to writing for historical / fantasy esque fandoms ( assassin's creed, lord of the rings, the hobbit, pirates of the caribbean, our flag means death ). It is a possibility I could include more over time, but as of now this is it. The following is a list I composed of characters, just to be specific and create less disappointment for individuals who sought for someone I won't write.

ASSASSIN'S CREED

𝐈 :: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad; Malik Al-Sayf

𝐈𝐈 :: Ezio Auditore de Firenze; Leonardo Da Vinci

𝐈𝐈𝐈 :: Connor Kenway; Haytham Kenway

𝐈𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 :: Edward Kenway

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :: Shay Cormac; George Monro

𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 :: Arno Dorian; Elise De La Serre

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TOLKIEN

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: Frodo Baggins; Samwise Gamgee; Peregrine "Pippin" Took; Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck; Aragorn II Elessar; Legolas Thranduillon; Boromir; Faramir; Eomer; Eowyn

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PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

Jack Sparrow

James Norringron

William Turner Jr.

Elizabeth Swann

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Stede Bonnet

Edward "Blackbeard" Teach

Israel "Izzy" Hands

Jim Jimenez

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— I don't have a specific preference for what format ( i.e. headcanons, oneshots, full on fics etc.) I would write things in, so you can expect a mix of all of them if I have the energy. I write for female, male, and gender neutral readers.

— I AM to include dark content in my writings: that includes things like violence/blood, yandere behavior, and alcoholism; but I WILL NOT get to rape or incest. Speaking of sex, I WON'T write any sexual content in general: the closest to that is suggestive content, like kissing/making out and touching. I won't write any angst either, simply because I'm bad at invoking sadness in writing.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑰𝑰 : 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 / 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

— My update schedule can be slow, or just generally very wonky considering I'm an IB student, and I additionally have ATROCIOUS procrastination issues. Basically, please have patience.

— Again, I do NOT write full on smut, rape, nor incest. Any request or ask hinting at that will be deleted immediately.

— I won't tell adults beyond something something age to not interact, as the fandoms I intend to write for ( assassins creed) would draw adult readers here anyway. But I need all of you, minors AND adults, to be mindful of what tags and warnings I include to the fics you read from me, as the dark content I write can be triggering to some people.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑽 : 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

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[writingsofanobsessedwoman]

Just a reminder here that I do take requests and such! You don't have to, but below I will leave a list of series and characters I feel comfortable writing for, as well as what I will not write. I don't bite, so feel free to ask me stuff!

Assassin's Creed

Shay Cormac

Haytham Kenway

Edward Kenway

Mary Read/James Kidd (I use gn pronouns for them, but I can happily write a male! or female! version)

Ezio Auditore

Leonardo Da Vinci

Jacob Frye

Henry Green

Arno Dorian

Red Dead Redemption

Any character here is good with me

Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

König

Jonathan Price

Phillip Graves

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Basically all characters as long as I know them

Some Animes,TV Shows, and Games

Dragon Ball (and its various titles)

Attack on Titan (so long as I know the character well enough)

Luck and Logic

Avatar

Legend of Korra

Legend of Zelda

Skyrim

NCIS: New Orleans

Criminal Minds

Supernatural

FBI

Things I will NOT write

Smut

Anything where a character or the reader is under 18 unless it's a "childhood friend to lover" trope

[straight-into-the-animus]

alright yall vote cause i’m halfway thru this fic and stumped

next french fryes fic: smut or nah

[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). 

[kiatheinsomniac]

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

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

｡･:*˚:✧｡altaïr ibn-la'ahad

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

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

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

｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

｡･:*˚:✧｡arno dorian

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

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

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

｡･:*˚:✧｡jacob frye

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

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

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

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🌟 The Guide 🌟

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

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

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Characters (I can/will write)

🌌Star Wars🌌

Jedi/Sith

-Qui-Gon Jinn

-Obi-wan Kenobi

-Anakin Skywalker *

-Kanan Jarrus

-Luke Skywalker

-Darth Maul

Clones

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

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

-Echo (Pre and post citadel)

-Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Omega

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

Other

-Han Solo

-Din Djarin

-Alexsandr Kallus

-Thrawn *

💥Transformers💥

G1 ⛰️

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

-Soundwave

Prime🏜️

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

-Soundwave, Knockout, Breakdown, Dreadwing, Predaking

Bayverse🌎 *

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

Cyberverse🛡️

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

-Soundwave, Shockwave, Dead end

MTMTE/LL (IDW) 🪐

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

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

Beast Wars 🏞️

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

(No smut for Rhinox or Rattrap)

Rise of the Beasts 🏕️

-Optimus Prime, Arcee, Bumblebee, Mirage

-Optimus Primal, Airazor, Cheetor, Rhinox

War for Cybertron 🌀

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

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

-Ratchet

-Soundwave

(Again no smut for Rhinox or Rattrap)

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

👔Criminal Minds👔

-Aaron Hotchner

-Derek Morgan

-Spencer Reid

🌋Pacific Rim🌋

-Chuck Hansen

-Raleigh Beckett

🌄Red Dead Redemption 2 🌄

-Arthur Morgan

-John Marston

-Charles Smith

-Javier Escuella

-Sean Mcguire

-Kieran Duffy

-Hosea Matthews

-Josiah Trelawny

(Strictly no smut for Kieran or Hosea.)

*🐀🐢TMNT🐢🐀*

Rise 2018-2022

-Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Mikealangelo

-April O'Neil, Casey Jones

Rise 2012-2017

-Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Mikealangelo

📜🔦 Supernatural 🔦📜

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

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

🥪🕊️ Team Fortress 2 🕊️🥪

-Scout

-Soldier

-Pyro

-Demoman

-Heavy

-Engineer

-Medic

-Sniper

-Spy

(No smut or spice for pyro)

🗡️ Kingsman 🗡️

-Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin

-Harry Hart

-Merlin

-Whiskey

-Tequila

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

🪶 Assassin's Creed 🪶

-Ezio Auditore da Firenze

-Conner/Ratonhnhaké:ton

-Haytham Kenway

-Edward James Kenway

-Shay Patrick Cormac

-Arno Victor Dorian

-Jacob Frye

-Evie Frye

(No smut for Evie)

😵‍💫 Marvel 😵‍💫

Spider people 🕸️

-Miles Morales (1610 & 42)

-Hobie Brown

-Webslinger

-Spiderman Noir

-Miguel O'Hara *

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

The Avengers 🦾 *

-Steve Rogers/Captain America

-Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

-Tony Stark/Iron man

-Thor

-Clint Barton/Hawkeye

-Sam Wilson/The Falcon

Others 🌃 *

-Matt Murdock/The Daredevil

💙 Detroit: Become Human 💙

-Hank Anderson

-Connor (RK800)

-Markus (RK200)

-Luther (TR400)

🍷 Stardew Valley 🍷

-Sam

-Sebastian

-Elliott

-Shane

-Harvey

-Magnus (The Wizard)

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

📦🧩 Miscellaneous 👾📦

-Owen Grandy (From Juarrsic Park)

-John wick (From John Wick)

-Neo/Thomas Anderson (From The Matrix)

-Marty Mcfly (From Back to the Future)

-Ratchet (From Ratchet & Clank)

-Crash (From Crash Bandicoot)

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

-Maximus Decimus Meridius (From Gladiator)

-Joel Miller (From The Last Of Us)

-Martin Riggs (From Lethal Weapon)

-Deacon st John (From Days Gone)

Do's & Don'ts

✅Do's ✅

-Sfw & Nsfw 💅

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

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

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

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

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

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

❌Don'ts❌

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Requesting

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

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[angel-tries-to-write]

Escape in style

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: Mature Pairing: Arno Dorian x fem!reader Word count: 3253 Genre: humor, fluff, mild smut

The second tenant of the Creed tells you to hide in the plain sight. Well, it’s always easier said than done, but sometimes it can lead to unexpected outcomes.

A/N: I was literally inspired by two npcs I spotted kissing as I ran by xD

Ever since you were just an initiate to the Brotherhood, you hated to run away. It wasn't desired among the Assassins to engage in open fights unless it was necessary, but it just wasn't your style to flee instead of fighting. Even though sometimes the escape was the only thing that could save your life. And this was one of such situations. You and Arno were running away from a rather big bunch of thugs who weren't happy with being robbed. Of course, you could had stopped and simply kill them, but there was too many of them and the intel you had obtained was too valuable to risk even getting injured during the fight. Therefore you decided to flee, which was easier said than done. It was a long run even for trained Master Assassins, your legs and lungs were burning, but you couldn't stop even for a moment, the enemies weren't going to let you lose them. Finally you felt you had had enough.

“It's pointless, we won't escape!” you yelled to Arno, looking at him with pained expression.

“Shut up and keep running!” the man ordered and you suddenly felt you couldn't simply obey. You knew you were right and finally an idea popped in your head.

“No! I know what to do!” you protested and pulled him into the dark alley, though you were pretty sure those thugs knew exactly where did you go.

“What are you doing?” Arno asked, panting heavily. He doubled over, trying to catch his breath.

“I have a plan. Take off your coat” you answered, undoing yours.

“What?

“Trust me. Take it off with your weapon and put it there” you quickly stripped of your assassin robes and threw them into the nearby basket. Arno did the same and you two stayed dressed only in plain clothes

“Now what?”

“They went this way! Come on, they can't run forever!” you've heard suddenly. Not bothering to explain your plan, you pulled your partner in crime close and kissed him, leaning against the wall. You felt him freeze, so you broke the kiss.

“Act natural” you hissed against his lips. “It's our only chance, to hide in the plain sight.”

You didn't have to say it twice. Arno got your point and kissed you back with a passion that made you let out a moan. He also broke the kiss soon, but only to start kissing your neck, setting your blood on fire. You closed your eyes, pretending you just enjoy the pleasure and that you were unaware of the rest of the world. Not that you had to pretend that much, you'd felt that you had to pretend more that you don't enjoy it than that you actually enjoy it.

“How far can I go?” Arno whispered against your neck, which made you shiver.

“As far as you want to, we have no time for boundaries” you whispered back. He reached to your shirt and unbuttoned it, exposing your underwear. Good thing that your cheeks were already red from all the running, so the blush that covered them was invisible. But you didn't stop him, in fact you did the same, opened his shirt and let your hands explore his chest. He kissed you again and then you had heard the thugs running into the alley. Arno pulled your leg up and hooked it on his hip, his hand caressed your butt. You pulled him in as close as you could, entangling your fingers in his dark hair. Your chasers ran past the two of you, some of them whistled, one yelled at you to get a room, but in general they ignored you. As soon as they left the street, you had heard them curse and yell that they lost you.

“Do you think they gave up already?” Arno asked, untying your pants.

“I hope so, but let's keep doing this for a while, just to be safe” you slid your hands under his clothes and caressed his back.

“Are you sure it's not because you enjoy this?” he smirked and you really wanted to slap him in that moment, but you only pressed your nails against his skin as a sign of warning to not feel too confident.

“Like you aren't” you moved your hips closer to grind your crotch against a very obvious bulge in his pants. Both of you gasped at the sensation.

“Alright, you got me” he said, exposing your breasts. “But it was you who said we have no time for boundaries.”

“Arno” you moaned quietly and kissed him hard. You didn't know how much time had passed, but the thugs gave up before you two had sex in that alley, which made you feel relieved. Once you were sure it was safe, you stopped and fixed your clothes.

“What now?” Arno asked you while buttoning his shirt. There was no rush in your movements, both of you needed some time to calm down.

“We need to finish the mission, then we can talk about this” you said and headed to the Assassin's Lair.

The point was that you had no intention to actually talk about it. You kept telling yourself that nothing had happened, that it was only a disguise. But the truth was that while you were doing many things to disguise yourself or to get the information you needed, you had never felt this way before. The memories of Arno's hands on your skin, of his hot kisses, his voice in your ear, even the smell of his sweat and cologne, everything about him was making you feel a nice heat inside your body. Every touch was electrifying, even when it was through layers of clothing. It was almost like that little making out session awoke something inside you. Something you certainly didn't want to experience.

Something like feelings for Arno.

When you reported to the council about your mission, received your payment and got dismissed, as soon as your partner in crime turned your direction, you excused yourself and you almost ran away from there. Unfortunately Arno had proven his speed already, so he caught you in the tunnels almost effortlessly.

“We were supposed to talk” he reminded you, by just the tone of his voice you could tell he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.

“There's nothing to talk about” you tried to get away, but he pushed you against the wall before you could react.

“Are you sure?” he growled and even in the darkness you could tell he was looking at you intensively. You felt your knees weaken and you swallowed hard.

“Positive. Let me go before we do something we would regret” you said, desperately trying to remain calm.

“Like what?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“So we can go and talk in a much better place as well.”

“Has anyone told you yet that you are too stubborn?” you asked rolling your eyes.

“Bellec used to say it way too often” he snickered and let go of you. He knew he won. You sighed and followed him to Le Café Théâtre through the secret underground passage, so you could avoid the guests. He led you upstairs, then straight to his room. Both excitement and anxiety rose up in your stomach, but you kept them under control.

“Why couldn't we talk downstairs? Or somewhere else, in any room that isn't your bedroom?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“I wanted to make sure we won't be interrupted. And there's an exit nearby in case you wanted to run away in panic” he answered, taking off his weapon.

“Why would I do that?” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I don't know, you tell me” he sent you a look that certainly wasn't helping with the process of calming down and controlling your emotions.

“What game are you playing, Arno?” you decided to stop being defensive and take some offensive.

“One called "guess what she wants". And I must admit, while women are usually easy for me to read them, you are a mystery I can't solve. One moment you kiss me in a dark alley, you say no boundaries, then you try to run away from me. What do you want, (y/n)?” he asked, coming closer and you actually considered running away through the garden. That answer wasn't helpful at all.

“Arno...”

“No. Answer me” he demanded, standing dangerously close to you.

“The problem is that I don't know. I never planned what happened today and I was as surprised as you. It was the only idea I knew would work for sure and damn it did, so I don't regret it” you said, hoping that would be enough.

“You knew? How could you know it would work?”

“I've done this before, though—” you shut your mouth before you said too much, but Arno wasn't going to let you get away with that.

“Though what?”

“It never felt like that.”

“Like what?” he asked and you knew he didn't even want an answer. He was so close, that this question was whispered against your lips. You gave up and closed the distance with your heart pounding and your arousal rising. Arno happily kissed you back, wrapping his arms around you.

“Like that” you whispered, breaking the kiss suddenly.

“Let's finish what we started, shall we?” he asked kissing you hungrily.

“We shouldn't” your answer was short, you didn't want to stop kissing for long.

“Maybe that's why we want it so bad” Arno smirked and slightly pulled back to look you in the eyes. “Tell me you want it.”

“Arno, we shouldn't” you repeated, lowering your gaze, but he lifted your face by your chin and forced you to keep looking at him.

“I'm not asking what you should do. I'm asking what do you want” he said firmly and you knew you had to say it.

“You. I just want you. I know we shouldn't do that, but after that situation in the alley, all I can think about is how bad I want to kiss you.”

Arno smirked when he heard that answer. You couldn't help it, he was too irresistible to not confess everything.

“Then take what you want” he said and you gasped when the feelings hit you. This was so tempting and you wanted to do that, but you knew you really shouldn't.

“You know that once the Council hears about it, they will make sure we'll never go on a mission together again?” you asked, but you kissed him, unable to resist.

“So they mustn't hear about this” Arno lifted you up and carried you to his bed. “At least until we can prove that our feelings won't endanger any mission” he started to undress you. He had a point, if you kept your relationship secret at the beginning and you proved that you still could work together, the Council wouldn't be able to separate you for the sake of missions.

For some time you really forgot that the world outside existed. Everything that mattered then was Arno and the pleasure he was giving you. He could make you do things you never expected to do and he was ruining your professional facade, yet to your surprise, you didn't mind it at all. After a while, when it was over and you both calmed down, you were just lying naked in the bed, not really caring about anything.

“So? How do you feel? Was it worth it?” your lover asked, caressing your skin.

“I feel dirty” your answered, but the light tone of your voice was indicating that it's nothing serious.

“Why?”

“I'm all sweaty and messy. I don't know how you, but I really need a bath” you explained and Arno laughed. You thought you had never heard any sound that would be described as "mesmerizing" better than this man's laugh.

“That can be arranged” he kissed your head, hugging you lovingly. “I can even offer my company and a massage.”

“Stop spoiling me, we aren't even dating yet” you joked and Arno looked you in the eyes. His own were shining in a way you had never seen them before.

“Do you want to? Or is it just sex?”

“Well... I think I want to date, but also I'd like to wait. Give ourselves some time and check if we want to be with each other” you suggested.

“I do. I know I want to be with you” he confessed. “But I understand that you need time. I can wait, just don't make me wait for too long, alright?” he asked and that unusual shine he had in his eyes faded a little. You kissed him deeply, because you couldn't bear looking at his sad face.

“We can try even now, but we have to keep it secret for a while. At least until everyone is sure that our relationship doesn't influence our work” you said. “I'm not sure if we should be together, but I'm completely positive about my loyalty to the Brotherhood. I know I want this and for now, I don't think I can risk my entire career for you. I have been failed by men in my life too many times to not be careful. I'm sorry, Arno” you said and he kept watching you with understanding.

“If this is what you need, then I understand. But I beg you, do not follow blindly one path just because you think it's right. I have lost someone I loved because she chose revenge over love” he sighed and you realized you had heard about it.

“It was that Templar, right? The daughter of that Grand Master who believed we can live in peace?”

“Yes. Élise de la Serre. She was my first friend and my first love. When she died, I felt like I died with her” Arno sighed and his usual sad expression was back on his face.

“I'm really sorry about that and I promise to be careful. You will not go through this again” you assured him and Arno smiled sadly.

“Thanks. Now, as much as I would like to stay here, you have said something about a bath” he stood up and put some clothes on. “Let's see what I can do about it” he winked and left the room. Even then you knew it was going to be an amazing bath.

A couple of days had passed and you knew there was something you needed to do and it was telling the guy you were occasionally sleeping with, that your agreement was over and you wouldn't be seeing him again. Sounded easy, especially since you had no feelings, just sex. You had found the guy and approached him.

“Hey, do you have a minute?” you asked and he smiled when he saw you.

“Well, well, well, I haven't seen you in a while, (y/n). You might have to make it up for me” he said and it surprised you a little. Why would he say something like that?

“I'm afraid it won't be possible. I came here to end this” you informed him and it was his turn to be shocked.

“What?”

“I said it's over. I don't want to see you anymore.”

“How can you say such thing after everything we've had?” he asked with a high pitched voice and you knew that it wasn't going to be that easy.

“What? We weren't even dating, we had nothing.”

“So it was just sex for you? Nothing more?”

“Yes, that is exactly what it was and I was clear about that since the day one!” you exclaimed with growing frustration, you couldn't believe it was happening.

“I thought you maybe changed your mind...”

“What?! No! I would have told you if I did!” you were getting more and more annoyed. “Anyway. It's over now, it was nice to see you, but I want it to end.”

“Why?”

“No reason. I just feel like it. Goodbye” you cut this discussion and turned around to leave. Only your instincts told you that he was going to try to catch you and you dodged in the very last moment. You quickly scaled the nearby building to run away. “Come on, don't try anything stupid!” you warned him and took a few steps.

Then you felt being pushed down and you heard a gunshot. When you rolled on your back, you saw Arno above you, seeking for any sign of injury in your facial expression.

“Are you spying on me?” you asked, not quite sure if you should be angry or grateful.

“I swear I don't. I just happened to be nearby and I saw this bastard pulling a gun on you. What was it about?” he furrowed his brows in concern.

“Long story, I'll explain later” you promised. “Right now we have to deal with him or leave. Though I must say that I've had enough running our last time.”

Arno nodded and helped you get up, then you both turned to face your ex-lover, who wasn't wasting his time and tried to reload his gun as fast as he could.

“Don't do anything you might regret” the Assassin warned him.

“Stay out of it! This is between me and her!”

“I will not let you hurt her!”

“She deserves everything! She- aaahhhh!” the man screamed and dropped his gun, when your phantom blade pierced his palm.

“I told you to not try anything stupid” you said, already aiming again. “Next time I'll aim way lower and you will never please any woman again. Go away while you still can.”

He sent you the last, angry look, then made a good choice, hid his gun and walked away. You let out a relieved sigh, then headed back to your place. After a few steps you realized your partner wasn't following you.

“Arno?”

“What?” he turned to you and blinked a few times.

“Are you coming? I think I owe you some explanation.”

“Oh, right.”

He followed you without further questions. You led him to your place, a small but cozy room in the attic with a very convenient balcony and an easy access to the rooftop. A perfect place for the Assassin.

“So the whole story isn't complicated” you started, taking your hood off. “We used to have a sort of relationship, maybe more of an agreement. We weren't a couple, but we were sleeping with each other from time to time. Now that you and I are a thing, I wanted to be fair and tell him it's over. Well, as you saw, he wasn't happy” you explained. “But it made me realize something.”

“Really? What was it?”

“That I definitely want you for much more than just sex. You are really important to me” you confessed.

“The feeling is mutual. When I lost Élise, I have never thought I would be happy, or even not sad. Then I have met you and something had changed, but I haven't realized it then. Now I know. You made my heart beat again. You made me feel alive again. And honestly, if something happened to you, I wouldn't survive this” Arno admitted, taking your hand. You closed the distance between you and kissed him.

“Now that we have our status problem resolved, do you want to annoy the neighborhood and test my bed?” you offered with a wide smile. Arno chuckled and looked at the furniture.

“If it breaks, you move in with me.”

“Deal.”

[softthotanon-writings]

assassin’s creed

all posts | back to library

genre:

angst  | alternate universe (AU)  | fluff  | general  | hurt/comfort  | smut

categories:

headcanon  | imagine  | reaction  | story

characters:

alexios  | altaïr ibn-la'ahad  | arno dorian  | bayek of siwa  | connor kenway  |  demetri (greencoat)  | edward kenway  | eivor varinsdottir  | evie frye  | ezio auditore  | gerard (axeman)  | haytham kenway  | jacob frye  | kassandra  | malik al-sayf  | phillip (ghost)  | shay cormac  | the frenchman four  | yusuf tazim

length:

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other tags:

warnings  | current comfort fics

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---> warnings and boundaries:

all my posts are race neutral and unless requested, i will default to afab reader for smut, and nb reader for sfw.

i will write: smut/nsfw, parent reader, all genders, trans characters/reader, lgbtq relations, heavy angst, mental health issues, CONSENSUAL somnophilia, gore & gross stuff

i will not write: pregnancy sex, insest/step-cest, underage, watersports, ddlg/mdlb, age play, scat, non-con, feet, threesomes/foursomes (very rarely will i write 3+some), real people x reader - fictional people ONLY.

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I am 19! Do not interact if you are uncomfortable with my content. I know when I was 14-17, I consumed a lot of smut, and I know I cannot stop you, but be aware of the content you consume!

Most screenshots/gifs are made and taken by me :)

[kiatheinsomniac]

yeah… #58 on the nsfw prompts made my legs weak 💀 an arno x reader #58 nsfw would send me into cardiac arrest 😫

notes: this blog began as an Arno simp blog and a part of it will always remain just that. PROMPT: “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck."

pairing: Arno Dorian x reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: NSFW content, smut, blindfolds, oral (fem receiving)

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No one's ever touched me like this

Your body was trembling as fingers glided delicately across your skin, never sure where they would appear next with your vision being obscured by the blindfold. It felt like Arno had kept you here for hours, whispering filthy things in your ears, running his fingers over your body, kissing every inch of your skin. Never had you ever had a man who was so dedicated to taking his time with you, always so used to being left behind in the race for climax. 

Arno had never left you unsatisfied in all your times with him and, when you voiced your gratitude and told him of your subpar past experiences, he had made it his mission to show you what devotion truly looked like. You could feel the cool air against your impossibly wet slit and yet, despite your pleas, he was yet to touch you there at all. 

“How are you feeling?” He hummed as his fingers skimmed from one hip to another languidly, pressing a hot kiss between your breasts as his hand trailed down to graze across your pubic bone. You could feel that he had let his hair down at some point, the long and dark tresses now tickling your skin. How you longed to see them curling around his face and shoulders. 

“I… I don’t…” You stuttered to try and put your sensations into words, “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” Your voice broke as his fingers dipped down and featherly brushed the length of your drenched slit. “Please, please, Arno, touch me!” You tried to reach out for him: to cup his face and pull him into a kiss, to tangle your hands in his hair, to kiss the column of his throat, anything. 

“Patience, mon amour…” He softly scolded as he pressed a kiss between your hips, fingers now sliding up and down on either side of your lips, feeling your swollen flesh and you squirmed under him, feeling so equally pleased and frustrated that you could cry. 

A shift against the mattress and his hair was tickling your skin once more, this time over your breasts as his lips teased your hardened nipples, leisurely laving his tongue over each one and sucking them into his mouth while his fingers spread your lips apart, making you gasp as the soaked and sensitive flesh was exposed to the cool air. 

“Has any man ever used his tongue on you before me?” He hummed as he released your breast from his mouth, tweaking the hardened bud with his fingers. You bit down on your lip to muffle a moan and shook your head, feeling him shift down your body once more. “Then let us see how many times you can come undone on mine.” And you let out a shrill moan as he finally, finally, touched you exactly where you needed, tongue swiping through your slit and pushing all your wetness up to your clit. Your hands scrambled down to try and gather up as much hair as you could without being able to see it. 

You were in for a long and restless night. 

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Requests are open!

Hello lovelies! Just to let all of you know that my requests are open. Just be sure to specify whether you want a female, male, or gender-neutral reader. I write both smut and fluff, here is a list of things I write for:

Characters:

Assassins Creed:

Edward Kenway

Eivor Varinsson

Eivor Varinsdottir

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Arno Dorian

Elise De La Serre

Henry Green

Bayek of Siwa

Shay Cormac

Haytham Kenway

Connor Kenway

Altair Ibn L’ahad

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze

Kassandra of Sparta

Alexios of Sparta

Aveline De Grandpré

Red Dead Redemption:

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Javier Escuella

Hosea Matthews

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Tilly Jackson

John Marston

Abigail Roberts

Jack Marston

Karen Jones

Sean Macguire

Molly O’Shea

Kieran Duffy

Vikings:

Ivarr the Boneless

Æthelstan

Ragnar Lothbrok

Lagertha

Bjørn Ironside

Dunkirk:

Tommy

Alex

Peter Dawson

Farrier

Collins

1917:

Schofield

Blake

I do write most smuts, however I will not write anything where consent is not given, or anything of that nature.

Thank you! And please do not be afraid to request! ;)

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Of  Masked Faces and Reunited Hearts (Arno Dorian x Female Reader)

Pairing: Arno Dorian x Female!Reader

Genre: Flangst/Romance

Word Count: 2506

Warnings: NSFW, Sensuality, Eventual Smut

(Just something I wrote on a whim in literally three hours. Also, there needs to be more Arno smut in the world.)

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Had someone told you earlier that day that at some point, you would be stealing away from a masked ball and hiding in a room with the man you loved, you wouldn't have believed it.

And yet, here you were, in a deserted bedroom, now facing a man you had begun to believe you would never see again.

Arno. Your Arno.

When you first spotted him amongst the colorful sea of masks and capes in that glittering, lavishly decorated ballroom, you weren't sure if it was really him - or perhaps you were just dreaming, your long-suffering desire for him causing an illusion to appear in what was already a surreal atmosphere.

However, you soon began to consider the possibility that it was him, when at some point, he caught you off-guard, smoothly sweeping you into his arms and away from the gaggle of snobbish gentlemen you had been talking to, and guiding you in a dance.

He hadn't said much, only an occasional word here and there, but his eyes remained on you the entire time - silently smoldering, yet speaking volumes at the same time.

It made you feel breathless in a way you hadn't felt in a long time - and only one person had ever made you feel like that…

It just had to be him.

Not caring that you were in the middle of a large crowd of people, you removed your hand from his shoulder and reached for his mask, with the intention of pulling it away, but he gently took your wrist to stop you.

"Not here," was all he said.

He soon had lead you off of the dance floor and out of the ballroom, before pulling you into one of the empty bedrooms upstairs, where you two were less likely to be disturbed - which now brought you back to this point: the two of you standing in front of each other, silent with uncertainty, soaking in each other's presence in that room softly lit with only a few candles and the moonlight that dimly filtered in through the windows.

Your curiosity now burning in your breast, you bravely took a step closer, in hopes of getting a better look at the face under the tailored and fancily-embellished hood that he wore.

"It is you…isn't it?" you breathed.

He said nothing, but slipped the hood back off of his head, revealing his familiar hickory bangs that framed his face. He then slowly removed his mask and your breath caught in your throat. You could finally see his eyes fully, dark pools filled with emotion - although you couldn't place exactly which one - blanketed by a set of even darker eyebrows.

Oh, how often you had dreamed of those eyes.

Still in slight disbelief that he really was standing in front of you, your hand began to reach up to touch his face. Your gaze soon fell upon another distinct feature of his that had been concealed before: a pink scar on his left cheek and the bridge of his nose. Just how had he gotten that? He never told you, so you couldn't help but wonder.

"Arno…" You finally spoke his name aloud, the reality of the situation setting in. "You've returned."

His eyes closed as you proceeded to delicately trace the faint line with the tips of your trembling fingers. You didn't know why, but you had such an urge to lean up and kiss it.

You didn't.

He moaned a little when your fingers slid down his jawline. "Do you know how much I have missed your touch?" he asked softly. His eyes opened and looked directly into yours, darker than before. "I have spent nights awake thinking about it…about you…" His hands silently found their way to your waist.

"Arno…" you whispered his name again, tilting your head down a bit to avoid melting under his gaze, training your eyes on his broad chest. Not knowing what else to do, you began to play with the turquoise broach that sat in the center of his blazing-red cravat. But while the jeweled accessory was cool to the touch, you could feel the heat radiating off of the body clothed behind it.

You didn't want to admit it, even to yourself, but you had missed him and his touch as well.

Just exactly how long had it been since both of your bodies had met? Or that either of you had even seen each other in passing? A few weeks? A month? Several months? It almost didn't matter, it still felt like a lifetime had passed, either way.

Bringing a hand up to cradle the back of your head, he pressed his lips to your forehead a few times. Loving, feather-light kisses that made you mewl a little in the back of your throat - a small, timid sound.

He whispered your name as his lips kept brushing over your brow. His other hand now splayed across your back, pulling you closer - the action gentle, but wanting.

Your breath hitched again.

Sliding his hand down your jaw, he then took your chin in his fingers and tilted your face up to look at him. His lips were parted and you didn't know how, but his eyes were even more intense then before. But despite that, there was still tenderness there. He drew your face closer, breathing only two words:

"Kiss me."

You did. Your eyes drifted closed as you gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling him as close to you as possible.

"Please…tell me you still want me," he whispered between kisses.

"I've never stopped wanting you," you replied, your own desperation getting in the way of your better judgement. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you gave him one last, deep kiss, before pulling away to look into his eyes. "I want you now."

That brief conversation was all it took for the two of you to end up on that bed nearby. More kisses were shared and moans were exchanged as the elegant, yet cumbersome clothes slipped off your bodies - shedding the skin of polite society and revealing the true, pent-up, naturally primal desire beneath, the desire that reigned in most of mankind, but that people tried to insist was not real or merely the devil's influence.

Lies.

If anyone saw how tenderly the two you treated each other as you proceeded to make love, they would learn right there and then that it was something designed by heaven the entire time.

Arno trailed his lips all over your body - your neck…your breasts…your belly…your thighs…all of those things and more were silently claimed by him, and you gave them willingly, not wanting anyone else on earth to have them. If there was a way you could let him dig down deep within and kiss your beating heart and very soul to claim those as his as well, you'd let him.

No, you'd beg him too.

When he eventually slid inside of you, connecting his core to yours, you clung to him. Your lips and teeth brushing his neck and grazing his ear - alternating between leaving sweet kisses and teasing, little bites on his skin, which you immediately began to nurse afterwards in a silent apology.

He groaned into the crook of your neck as he began to rock into you, his breath hot and harsh as he began to pant. Those low, sensual, masculine sounds vibrated from his chest into yours, and thrummed through your entire body. You mewled at the sound, no matter how many times you heard it, you could never get enough of it.

You lightly scratched at his back as he plunged his swollen cock deeper into you, stretching you, aching to fill you with all that he had. He continued to huff in your ear, struggling to get out even occasional words of love and longing.

You yourself were in a similar position, only managing a few nods against his shoulder when he asked you if it felt good.

And oh, did it feel good.

Half resting his body upon yours, his lips met yours once more, hungrily claiming your mouth like a starving man.

And he was indeed starving.

He had been then entire time he was away from you. But that hunger eventually dulled in defeat, when it seemed like it would never get satisfied again. However, his appetite had flared up ten-fold when you saw you in that ballroom earlier that evening.

And now, that starvation would finally be sated.

He would make sure of it.

You both were now struggling to keep the sounds of your lovemaking quiet, so as not to alert anyone who happened to be wandering down the hallway right outside the room in were in. However, it proved to be more and more difficult as you two came closer and closer to your peaks.

But after a few more whispered words and a few more kisses, you both were spent.

You let out a long sigh as you felt his warm seed gush and seep into your core, mingling with the juices of your own desire that coated his member as well.

He sighed in turn, pushing himself up on shaky arms to look down at you for a few brief moments, before gently collapsing on you.

You uttered a soft laugh as you wrapped your arms around him. He was still panting a bit, as were you, and his half-lidded eyes were glazed over as he slowly began to come down from his passionate high.

"Rest," you whispered, kissing his sweaty brow.

"I love you," he murmured back, still not moving.

You tilted his face up towards yours. "I love you, too," you whispered with a smile.

One last kiss was shared.

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After what felt like an eternity, the two of you finally regained the strength in your bodies and get off of that bed and redress. You considered yourself fortunate that Arno was there with you, as you knew you would never have been able to get your large gown back on and resituated to look as if nothing had ever happened.

Now, only half-dressed himself in his trousers and boots, he came up behind you and took the back of your dress in his hands. He then leaned down and kissed your shoulder as he slowly began to do your stays up. "Will you come back to the café with me?" he asked. "Forget the party. Let's just spend the rest of the evening together…just you and me…alone."

You were busying yourself with clasping a bracelet back around your wrist. "It would seem rather rude to leave after barely being here two hours…especially after disappearing after that first hour," you gently teased back. "What would people say?"

He tied off your stays and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him. "I honestly couldn't give a damn about what they think," he mumbled bluntly into your shoulder. "After all, if we're being honest, we're just names on a guest list. They won't miss us."

You hummed in thought as you rested your hands upon his arms and leaned back against him. As you pondered this, he gently began to sway you - a rather comforting motion. You made a quick mental note to mention to him at some point how much you liked it.

"Come with me," he tired again, his voice softer and more enticing than before; yet there was an element of neediness in it that couldn't be missed. He kissed your neck a few times. "Please…"

He didn't know how tempted you were to leave with him right there and then. After all, he was right - and besides, you didn't even want to be at that party in the first place. However, despite you wanting to remain in Arno's arms the rest of the night, you knew people would be expecting you to make a dutiful appearance, for the sake of your family's reputation.

You sighed. You hated having that responsibility forced upon you, simply because you were the only one of your parents' children that was of the proper age to be able to attend these parties. But forging and maintaining connections was important to your family, and you knew you couldn't let them down.

With that thought in mind, you reluctantly turned around in his arms with the intention of rejecting his offer. However, the moment you caught sight of his brown eyes gazing at you pitifully and longingly, you immediately lost all of your resolve to go back to that party. You knew deep down that your family could easily manage putting up appearances without you. After all, you had been dutiful and obedient to them every other time, so what was one missed party?

Not to mention, when was the last time you had been obedient to your heart?

You kissed him, making your decision.

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Sneaking away from the party together proved to be more difficult than anticipated, despite one of you having the best training in diversion and stealth. There were just so many people everywhere.

Fortunately, you both managed to make your way unseen out of the manor and into the garden behind the building.

Unfortunately, you soon caught sight of your older cousin, standing by one of the open sets of doors and chatting with some of the other party guests. He turned his head towards the outdoors to take in a breath of fresh air, and paused, a curious expression appearing on his face.

You froze, knowing you had been spotted, making Arno stop and follow your gaze.

The man inside scrutinized you and Arno for a few moments, and you internally began to panic. Was he going to alert the rest of your family of your secret flight from the party you had been forced to attend? However, you relaxed when you saw your cousin smile, before putting a finger to his lips - silently letting you know that he would keep quiet about this.

Your face lit up with a smile of your own towards him.

He gave you a wink in response, before turning back to the group of gossiping people and acting as if nothing had ever happened.

You breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Arno, who was also smiling.

"Well, shall we?" he asked, giving your hand a squeeze.

"Lead on," you replied.

It didn't take long for the two of you to return to the Café Théâtre and lock yourselves away in Arno's room. You knew your parents weren't going to be thrilled when in the morning, your bed at home would be discovered empty and unslept in. But at that moment, as Arno was taking you to his, you couldn't care less. All that mattered in those moments and for the rest of the night was that the two of you were reunited, deeply in love, and determined to never leave each other again.

[moving-accounts-uwu]

Future Stories/Fanfics!

Hiya! I’m new to the whole Tumblr Author scene so please bear with me and be patient! Below is a list of fandoms and characters I write for, as well as themes. I hope to create both original stories and fanfics soon; I also don’t take requests at the moment either! I want to pump out a few stories before I take on requests, and with the few stories I write I’ll finally make a masterlist so you all can stay updated with series or one-shots for fandoms/characters that you love <3 

Here are some fandoms I will write fanfics for:

- Marvel

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead

- Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

- Dead by Daylight

- Halloween

- Friday the 13th

- Predator/Yautja

- Aliens/Xenomorphs

- Days Gone

- Far Cry 5

- Knives Out

- Assassin’s Creed

- Resident Evil (2, 3 & 8)

- Call of Duty (Modern Warfare, Ghosts & WWII)

- Final Fantasy (VII, XIII, XIII-2 & XV)

- Detroit: Become Human

- Legend of Zelda

- Horizon: Zero Dawn

- Prey

- Overwatch

- The Witcher

- Until Dawn

- Evolve 

- Dragon Age

- Stranger Things

Characters I Write For:

- Marvel: Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Pietro, Wanda, Tony, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki, Ultron, Venom

- Supernatural: Sam, Dean

- The Walking Dead: Daryl, Rick, Carl, Glenn, Maggie, Negan, Jesus

- LOTR/Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Dwalin, Thranduil, Azog, Elrond, Bard,  Legolas, Aragorn, Frofo, Samwise, Pippin, Merry, Boromir

- Dead by Daylight: Trapper, Wraith, Michael, Huntress, Legion, Ghost Face, Demogorgon, Oni

- Halloween: Michael Myers

- Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees 

- Predators: Yautja, Ultimate Yautja

- Aliens: Xenomorph

- Days Gone: Deacon, Boozer

- Far Cry 5: Jacob, Joseph, John, Faith, Staci, Eli, Junior Deputy

- Knives Out: Ransom Drysdale 

- Assassin’s Creed: Altair, Malik, Ezio, Connor, Edward, Arno, Kassandra, Alexios, Evie, Jacob, Eivor

- Resident Evil (2, 3 & 8): Leon, Mr X, Jill, Carlos, Nemesis, Karl Heisenberg

- Call of Duty (MW, Ghosts & WWII): Price, MacTavish, Ghost, Roach, Nikolai, Yuri, Zussman, Logan Walker

- Final Fantasy (VII, XIII, XIII-2 & XV): Cloud, Zack, Tifa, Sephiroth, Vincent, Lightning, Hope, Snow, Fang, Vanille, Yuj, Maqui, Noel, Caius

- Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus, Kara, Hank, Daniel, Gavin, Luther

- Legend of Zelda: Link, Sidon, Ganon

- Horizon: Zero Dawn: Aloy, Erend, Varl, Avad, Teb

- Prey: Typhon, Phantom, Mimic, Nightmare, Poltergeist, Technopath

- Overwatch: McCree, Reaper, Soldier 76, Hanzo, Reinhardt, Tracer, Widowmaker, Sombre, Mercy, Junkrat, Genji, Baptiste, Orisa, Zarya

- Witcher: Geralt, Ciri, Jaskier

- Until Dawn: Josh, Sam, Mike, Chris, Wendigo

- Evolve: Goliath, Wraith, Kraken, Behemoth, Gorgon

- Dragon Age: Solas, Varric, Iron Bull, Cassandra, Dorian, Sera, Cullen, Hawke, Cole, Vivienne

- Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Jim Hopper

What I write:

- Series

- One-shots

- Fluff

- Angst

- Smut

- Romance

- Slow Burns

- Enemies to Lovers/Enemies to Friends to Lovers

- Strangers to Lovers/Strangers to Friends to Lovers

- x Reader

- Original Female & Male Characters

- Polyamorous 

- Hurt/Comfort

- Dub-con/Non-con (stories with these will have warnings!!!)

- Kinks

- Monsters

- Aliens

- Robots

- AU’s