#connor kenway lemon

[pacentia]

Can you write another nsfw post about Connor ? 👀👀 I go 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

Ommgg of course!! Please feel free to request me nsfw prompts! <3

I wrote this one kinda quickly and i'm about to fall asleep, apologies if it dont make sense

Rating: explicit (nsfw, 18+)

Pair: Connor Kenway x female!reader

Icy seawind sliced against your cheeks on a cold winter night above deck. The Aquila had set out to Boston, to trade larger supplies for Homestead. Ratonhnhaké:ton needed you to do business with these Boston men - as he was far too impatient to deal with these people. And of course, you were the Captain's wife, and he preferred your companionship on longer missions. Though, not even two thick layers of bear pelt felt sufficient for tonight as the air felt exceptionally cold, Robert predicted it might snow tomorrow.

Suddenly, two strong arms engulfed your waist and your husband buried his face into your neck.

"Go to our quarters, my love. You're cold." He whispered. "I'll be there soon."

He first needed to discuss the course with his second mate Robert, and tell the crew what to do. It was in his blood after all, being Captain.

You nodded softly and with shaking legs you made your way below deck, to the Captain's quarters. Living on a ship wasn't at all comfortable, but the bed had been upgraded at least to be very comfortable. Tons of blankets were luckily present as well.

You changed from your fur cape and clothing to your warm night garments and cuddled into bed, getting yourself nice and cozy to sleep. Moonlight shone through the windows, casting a soft glow on the room.

After a while, your man followed as well. He entered and immediately put his captain's hat away on the closet. God's, how magnificent he looked in his naval clothes. He radiated true power and authority.

"What?" He smirked.

Obviously you were staring very hard and snapped out of it. You chuckled softly, "Just you."

The man made quick work of shedding his weapon belt, coat and all the other pieces of his outfit - he had a lot to unpack. Though, when he stepped out of his trousers, you noticed his big bulge in his undergarments. Not a full on erection, but a semi. Of course he knew you'd seen that.

"Let me warm you up," He smiled and joined you in bed, hugging you tighly sideways, your face buried into his neck. Ratonhnhaké:ton was your personal heater- probably because all those muscles radiated heat from the power he used daily. He shifted your leg above his hip, at the same time pressing his bulge right against your sex.

You chuckled, "That certainly was not subtle." To which Ratonhnhaké:ton replied swiflty, "As if you can stare subtly, my love."

You shifted your body to look up to him, caressing his rosy cheek. His hazel eyes stared right into yours, and your lips shared a sweet and soft kiss. It didn't take long for you both to end up completely bare against one another, hot bodies pressed against each other on this freezing winter night.

His big cock lined up with your wet sex and glided inside you with ease - stretching your walls to fit him. He groaned into your passionate kiss, as you gasped for air, burying your face into his broad chest. His fingers buried into the flesh of your hips for leverage, his strong hips thrusting deep inside you.

Your fingers snaked down your body, and started circling your clit to reach your peak together with him. You bit your lip and moaned softly - hoping the crew wouldn't hear, "It feels s-so good, Captain."

You could hear his soft chuckle reverbarate through his chest and shifted his body easily atop of you, with him still inside you. His body truly towered yours, you were completely engulfed in safety and his love. This position made it easier to play with your clit, while your other hand touched him everywhere - his long dark brown hair, his sensitive chest, his defined abdomen and his flexing biceps. The sight in front of you was enough to make you cum on his large cock.

"Mhmnn - Ratonhnhaké:ton, i'm- gonna…"

He kept this exact pace, his big cock thrusting inside you hard and deep - and you finished around him, clinging to his body. You had to stifle your sounds of pleasure, tears in your eyes welling up.

Your husband pushed your legs onto his wide shoulders, his calloused hand encircling your sensitive breast. A few more thrusts, and he spilled his seed all over your belly. The man also had to suppress his normally loud groans- gritting his teeth during his orgasm.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he grabbed a clean cloth to wipe his load off of your skin, and then collapsed beside you, inviting you in his hold.

"Did you like it when I called you Captain?" You smirked while a yawn crept up as of how late it was.

"Yes, I am the Captain, aren't I, love?" The man replied confidently, as his fingertips caressed the skin of your belly.

You blushed and pressed a kiss to his caramel skin, "Mhm… And the best one of the North Sea." You yawned as you dozed off in his arms, enveloped by his warmth.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Ratonhnhake:ton is all healthy relationship tropes for sure but there must be some darkness there. I'm going to think on it.

I hope you're going to share your happy/healthy relationship thoughts!

I cannot stop thinking about him so lemme just throw some shit at you all. I can't decide whether to use his birth name Ratonhnhake:ton or given name Connor also so. Bare with me.

I'm 100% sure this man can't keep his mouth shut when he's getting head. Always so quiet when he's not sat in his chair like this, nails leaving scratches in the wood while your head bobs up and down.

His hips? Never still. You'll have to put all of your weight down on him to stop him from bucking into your mouth. He doesn't do it on purpose, it just feels so good.

If he's on top, if he's going down on you? He can retain that composure he usually has. As soon as your tongue runs up his shaft, or even a teeny tiny little kiss is placed on the head though, he's a mess. When you ride him though... oh thats when he breaks. He's ripped so many sheets with how hard he grasps onto them to anchor himself down.

I also think he's sleepy after he finishes. The kinda dude who masturbates right before he goes to sleep cause it helps him drift off easier.

You know that position where you're both laying on your sides, spooning? The penetrator in the back, their arms keeping you steady as they lazily thrust into you? Connor. Connor in the middle of the night, the mornings, after a well deserved mid day nap. Loves trailing kisses over your shoulders as he does it, burying his nose into your neck once he's done with that and holding you tight as he rocks his hips against your ass.

Prefers his face to be smushed against your neck or something similar rather than eye contact during sex.

[rumor-imbris]

Born under an April sky now flowers bloom where he pass by Grown from ashes and nightshade a tempered spirit, eyes of dreamscape Yet you might just see a love shaped soul scarred with wounds and kindness evermore

Happy Birthday, Ratonhnhaké:ton! ^-^ Bearer of my heart, my muse and inspiration, my ocean of love, forest of fire, flaming stars on all my poured words...

I have nothing but a rhymed poem and a lemon scented cake here, but they're filled with all my love!

[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - Connor losing his virginity to you.

You're not sure how it came about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want to?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N, look at me."

You gulp and do so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Should I stop?"

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

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

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

"Was that good?"

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

"Yes, very good, Connor."

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

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

"Will you make love to me, Connor?"

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

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

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

"Just, press your hips forward, slowly."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, God, Connor."

"Is that good?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh my god, Connor, fuck!"

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

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

"Fuck, Connor!"

"Good?" He repeats.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Konnorónhkhwa," he repeats, disheveled and grinning.

"Konnorónhkhwa."

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

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

@sassenach-on-the-rocks

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[freshstartfromscratch]

The Great British Bake-Off AU!

Yes, this is happening. So a little while ago, I got inspired by this shitpost:

The OG question was sent to @kiatheinsomniac and then bounced to @asscrackcreed from whom I shamelessly have stolen this idea. So shoutout to them I guess.

It was the sign that I needed to write headcanons for the Great British Bake-Off AU. Ngl, I do have a soft spot for this show. It kept me sane when I had to spend a month bedridden during my illness.

Anyway, On your marks? Get, set, bake!:

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

Originally from Syria, he moved to the UK with his parents as a child. Altaïr learned to bake in the home economics class and took a liking to it. He lives in Leicester with his wife Maria and two sons, Darim and Sef. When he's not baking, he's a book illustrator and stay-at-home dad.

While baking, he likes to use earth-flavored spices like nutmeg, vanilla, cinnamon, cardamom, sumac, and mace. He enjoys using orange and lemon zest in his baking too.

Altaïr's strongest side is the technical challenge, and his weakest side is pastry construction. He can make beautiful patterns to decorate his bakes but can't do creative structures. It'll always end up as sth like a square. 

He is one of the calmest bakers on the show. Everything is perfectly planned and tried out multiple times before the challenge. Altaïr doesn't go into a panic mood while under pressure, or at least he doesn't show it.

His signature recipe is cinnamon walnut cake.

Ezio Auditore

Ezio learned how to bake from his mom, and cooking together was their bonding activity when he still lived in Italy. He's a banker living in Edinburgh. When he's not baking he participates in all free-to-air cooking game shows. 

Unsurprisingly Ezio is a master in the cream department (nothing sexual about this sentence.) He likes using cream, mascarpone, meringue, and egg whites. White, fluffy, and puffy!

Ezio likes deep and slightly bitter additions to his cakes, like coffee or chocolate. He always balances them out with the perfect amount of sugar. It's not too sweet, but you can still taste the deep flavors.

His signature bake is ricotta cheesecake with coffee. He does have more Italian classics in his repertoire, like Torta della Nonna and Torta Paradiso.

He's a very emotional contestant who would cry if something goes wrong (because it's NOT just a cake!) He's very harsh on himself and tends to exaggerate his mistakes. His baking has to be perfect. Otherwise, he'll be dissatisfied with it. He's loud and a show-off in front of the cameras, so the public loves him, and the producers love him.

Connor Kenway

Connor, though born in the USA, currently lives in London. He works as a home health nurse in Camden (I picked Camden because it's where the Kennway Mansion is ) for a man named Achilles. He bakes to relax after work, and his numerous friends are big fans of his goods.

Due to his job, Connor is good at all the physics and chemistry related to baking. He knows how to structure his bakes and what temperature of the chocolate is the best for the best glossy effect. Things like this.

He's the super competitive baker. He's in the show to win and won't accept anything less than the finale three. His determination is sometimes scary as if he wanted to murder someone who killed his family.

Connor's signature bake is something typically American with a twist. It is a recipe connected to his roots, but a look into the future too. I'd say it's pistachio, pecans, and pumpkin NY-Style cheesecake.

Connor likes to mix tradition with modern ideas but still keeps them quite conservative. There's a fine line between a modern twist and a  baking blasphemy to him, and he tries to balance it out. 

Edward Kenway

He is a single dad of two, living and working in Swansea as a shipwright. He's an ex-sailor who used to work in the British West Indies. Edward started to bake eight years ago as a pastime with his now teenage daughter Jeniffer after her mother died. When he's not baking he likes to sail with his children and friends. 

His specialty is in the West Indies bakes. Brown sugar and rum are his favorite ingredients, and his signature bake is a burnt sugar essence sponge cake. He likes to use juicy fruits like pineapple or mango in his cakes too.

Edward is the contestant who should add one tablespoon of rum according to the recipe but pours half of the bottle instead.

He's the chaotic baker. His section in the cooking tent always looks like something exploded there.

He's the "I don't want to be the first baker to leave the tent" kind of contestant. He didn't sign up because he believes he's the best, but:  "If I'm not the last, that's a victory to me" kind of guy.

Arno Dorian

Arno is from Paris but works and lives in London's most posh Royal Borough - Kensington and Chelsea. He's an actor and a ballet dancer. Arno is an artist and a perfectionist. He likes to express himself, and baking is yet another way to do it.

Arno is an expert on anything related to fruits. Jam, marmalade, or addition of fruits to cream or decoration. He likes to use flowers too.

His strong side is the visual aspect of his bakes. He can make the most creative, baked constructions, but they often lack stability. He can make a flying plane cake that looks real, but it'll fall apart way too soon.

Lavender and blueberry meringue cake is the staple recipe of this baker. However, his mother's recipe apfelstrudel is to die for, and it saved him from elimination.

He is a bit dramatic and a natural performer, but he's not as dramatic as Ezio. He still is dramatic.

Jacob Frye

He is the youngest baker in the tent. Jacob learned how to bake from his grandma in Crawley. Jacob lives in Whitechapel with his partner and a newborn son Emmett (Canon Jacob had to be a young parent if Lydia was born in 1893 when Jacob was 46. Emmett's name comes from the list of known British Assassins used by the Templar Isabelle Ardant and a fanbase theory that he's Jacob's son.) He works with at-risk youth in a Youth Centre as a Mentor/caretaker and is a football (soccer) coach of their team, "The Rooks."

He's the one who adds controversial ingredients like beetroots to his sponges to make them moister. He can come across as pretentious, but he's just an unconventional baker. 

Jacob is the kind of contestant who everyone thinks is going to be eliminated, but he manages to get by and wins the "star of the episode" title in the next episode. You never can tell how he's going to perform in the show.

His signature bake would be something random that nobody expects, like Medovnik cake.

He's the "started baking, had a breakdown, bon appétit!" kind of contestant.

[gladiolus-mamacitia]

Tag! You’re it!

So many of these to do, so little energy thanks to this blistering heat. But I will prevail!  Tagged by @bespectacled-girl and @major-artery （　´∀｀）☆ Won’t be tagging anyone cos I’m sure everyone and their mother has already done one of these LOL

Name: Giovana

Nickname: Gio is the most popular, G, Gigi.... not that many.

Height: 5'5

Ethnicity: Mexican American, born in the states and both my parents are purebred mexicans huehue.

Favorite fruit: Lemons- LET ME EXPLAIN: you can put that shit in almost anything. I put it in soups, sweet tea, I even eat it alone with salt. I’m sorry, this is what happens when you’re mexican.

Favorite season: Autumn and Winter!! 

Favorite Books: Embarrassingly enough, I kinda stopped reading actual books around my junior year of high school. I still love to read and learn, don’t get me wrong, but it’s just having the funds to purchase books and then having the patience to sit down and start reading. But when I did read a lot, my favorite series was the Warrior Cats. 

Favorite Flower: Lilies of the Valley damn you Animal Crossing for making me think they’re called Jacob’s Ladders

Favorite Animal: White Tigers <3

Favorite beverage: Aside from water, I love any variation of teas and sweet tea. 

Favorite fictional character: Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum, Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree, Connor Kenway, Edward Kenway *takes a breath* Jumin Han, Saeyoung and Saeran Choi, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Osomatsu.

Number of blankets: Three; a sheet, and two blankets- the top most one mostly so my dog doesn’t get his fur all up in my bed. 

Blog created: 2013.... my blog is 4 years old, one more and I’m gonna have to send this little shit to kindergarten. 

Number of followers: 334... I used to have less before I got sucked into FFXV, shout out to @roses-and-oceans and the other chocohoes out there for making my condition worse. 

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Assassin's Creed Collection

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ucmz4J

by Danima28

A series of Assassin's Creed one shots, short stories and drabbles - featuring all your favourite characters and you.

Words: 113, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Edward Kenway, Jacob Frye, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Haytham Kenway, Shay Cormac, Desmond Miles, Evie Frye, Adéwalé (Assassin's Creed), Achilles Davenport, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Benjamin Hornigold, Charles Lee, Charles Vane, Leonardo da Vinci

Relationships: Edward Kenway/Reader, Jacob Frye/Reader, Arno Dorian/Reader, Ezio Auditore da Firenze/Reader, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor/Reader, Desmond Miles/Reader, Haytham Kenway/Reader, Edward Kenway/Original Female Character(s), Jacob Frye/Original Female Character(s), Arno Dorian/Original Female Character(s), Ezio Auditore da Firenze/Original Female Character(s), Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor/Original Female Character(s), Desmond Miles/Original Female Character(s), Haytham Kenway/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Adventure, Romance, Eventual Romance, Action, Drama, Short & Sweet, One Shot, Drabble Collection, Drabble, Short Stories, Reader-Insert, Original Character(s), Angst, Unrequited Love, Friendship, Sass, Plots that don't make sense, Requests, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, might be some lemons, Lemon, other characters to come

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ucmz4J

[thatbellagaze]

Happy birthday dearest…

Born under an April sky now flowers bloom where he pass by Grown from ashes and nightshade a tempered spirit, eyes of dreamscape Yet you might just see a love shaped soul scarred with wounds and kindness evermore

Happy Birthday, Ratonhnhaké:ton! ^-^ Bearer of my heart, my muse and inspiration, my ocean of love, forest of fire, flaming stars on all my poured words...

I have nothing but a rhymed poem and a lemon scented cake here, but they're filled with all my love!