#jacob frye x reader smut

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Living in England for the last few years, you made sure that you brought an umbrella with you everywhere, a little collapsable one that wouldn’t take up too much room when you carried it. The little black umbrella had saved you from having utterly drenched clothes more times than you could count so it was almost a sad moment to be parted from it when you and your husband were caught in the rain, huddled beneath it, and the wind snapped it beyond repair. 

If you were any further away from your lodgings, you would have walked into a store – you had come to find that just about every one of them always had a little rack of umbrellas for sale which would be significantly more bare after a downpour of rain – but the two of you decided you could get back in time before getting too wet. 

Nature had other plans though, it would seem, as what was initially a light shower became complete and utter downpour and now the two of you had your hoods up, shoes splashing upon cobble, gravel and mud as you made your way back home. By the time Jacob was closing the door behind you and you were trying to dry your dirtied shoes off on the doormat, your clothes were soaked and clinging to your body like a second skin in whatever places they could. Jacob was the first to get out of his shoes and drag a drying rack over to the fireplace which he then knelt in front of and began to light. 

Once a fire was going, he fed the flame with some chopped wood and got up to peel off his coat, hanging it over the rack to let it dry by the heat of the fireplace. Shivering, you approached the rack to do the same, pulling off your hood and feeling the drag of it against your head where it clung to your hair that stuck to the sides of your face. Your hands ached from the cold and then the sudden change in temperature upon getting indoors and so you found yourself fumbling with the buttons of your other layers in an attempt to remove them, barely able to feel the little things between your pain-numbed fingers. 

“Here…” Jacob spoke up, already out of his shirt after pulling it over his head. Gently, he moved your hands aside and began to unbutton your clothes for you. As he did so, you reached up to slick back his wet hair from his face; somehow that one stubborn piece still managed to flop over his forehead, never ever abiding to the uniformity of the rest of his hair. However, this time, the water finally kept it swept back. Your arms lowered to your sides as Jacob’s hands curled around either side of your unbuttoned shirt, a silent question. 

“Go on then…” You replied as you bit back a smile. He replied with a laddish grin that had stuck with him since his youth, giddy to be able to undress you no matter how many times he had done it before in the time you had been together. He let out a long sigh at the sight of your cleavage, pushed up by your stay and you allowed him to relish in the sight as you reached over to toss your wet clothes over the drying rack with your coat. No matter how many times he saw your body, Jacob always seemed mesmerised and you weren’t sure whether or not he was just playing the part to make you feel beautiful but whatever he was doing, it was working. Little did you know, as he guided your hands down to your trousers and pulled your body even closer so that he could reach around and undo the ties of your stay, was that he truly did find your form breathtaking. Every time you allowed him to gaze upon the sight, he felt like a blessed man and it was even better when he was the one to undress you to, like unwrapping a gift piece by piece and you were a gift that he could never tire of, that he would be more than content to unwrap again and again and again. 

Heat flooded in your cheeks when he dropped to his knees in order to help you take off the trousers, pulling down your pants too and hanging those up too before rising to his feet once more as you removed your stay and pulled your undershirt over your head, now utterly bare beneath his eyes. Calloused hands reached out to trace over the lines where your stay had been pressing into your skin along the seams and he stripped off the remainders of his clothing before dragging an armchair over by the fire. In the chair was his robe – which he put on without tying shut – and a blanket that he wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Come here, warm up with me.” His voice came out quietly, sensually, and you felt his thumb caress your jaw as his hand rested on the side of your neck. In a silent reply, you took his hand and let him guide you into his lap as you sat down. He assured that the blanket stayed firmly over your shoulders and that your feet weren’t poking out either, not wanting you to stay cold. He could still feel you shiver against his body, even though you were already beginning to be warmed by the heat of the fireplace. 

You allowed your body to melt against Jacob’s, your bare chests pressed up against one another as his arms encircled you and he splayed out his palms to rub up and down the length of your back. Your chin rested on his shoulder and you turned your head to press your cold nose against his neck as you tried to warm up, wanting to shuffle even closer but hesitating as the two of you were already in such a compromising position. You wanted to warm up a little first, though this raised the question in your head of: wouldn’t that warm you up so much quicker? 

You let out a sigh against your husband’s neck and chose to indeed press your body closer to his, feeling the muscles of his abdomen beneath the little layer of pudge he had there. He still looked good and you always assured him of that, making sure he knew that age was nothing to be ashamed of and that you quite liked him more mature like this. He let out a content sigh and held you even tighter in his arms, one hand reaching up to try and brush your hair away from where it was sticking to the sides of your face and neck. 

You merely nuzzled your face further into his skin which felt warmer than yours already and felt his lips press to your wet hair. His hands left your back in order to gather yours into his palms instead. He cupped your hands in his and brought them to his mouth, blowing his warmth breath onto them and then rubbing them between his palms to try and warm you a bit quicker. When he was done and your fingers were no longer numbed with cold, he softly kissed across each of your knuckles and a sly smile crept onto his lips at the sight of your breasts in the shadow of the blanket, nipples perk from the cold. 

His hands left yours in order to cup just beneath your breasts instead, testing the water, making sure that this was ok with you. A shiver ran through your veins but this one was not from the cold. You gave a slight nod of your head. A low groan slipped past his lips by the time he was squeezing your plush flesh between his fingers. You let out a sigh at not only the warmth of his palms on your skin but also at the electric feeling it sent through your body. 

Your hands landed on his chest and worked their way up to his shoulders, pausing along the way to caress the bird that was inked upon his skin. From there, your hands wandered further upwards until you were cupping his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones. You smiled softly at those hazel eyes of his which were fixed upon your lips. Deciding to draw the moment out, you arched your back so that you could push your breasts further into his groping hands as your faces slowly neared each other. You could feel his breath fan against your lips in the moments before he lost patience and finally closed the space between you two. You couldn’t help but smile slightly into the kiss at feeling how his nose was just as cold as yours and yet you quickly melted against his body as he pulled you flush to him. Jacob’s kisses had once been all about quick and hot passion but in his older age, he had learned how to take his time. He knew how to get you wrapped around his finger with his dizzying kisses that always left you flushed and yearning for more. 

Your hands combed through his wet hair as you tried to push your body even closer to his but it just wasn’t enough and so you found yourself rocking your hips against his in a push-and-pull of trying to get even closer to your husband. You could feel his cock hardening between your bodies and his moan was muffled against your mouth. 

Jacob’s hands simply couldn’t keep still on you. Without removing the blanket that had been draped around your shoulders, his hands ran up and down your back, sliding even further down to the curve of your ass which he grabbed firmly in his hold, squeezing your softness between his fingers and using his grip to help you rock your body against his. His hands slid down even further to squeeze your thighs as well before he seemed to miss the feeling of your soft ass which one hand returned to while the other found the back of your head, keeping you close so that you couldn’t get very far when he finally broke away from the kiss. 

He was utterly enamoured by your lustful eyes and the quick rise and fall of your breasts now that your breathing had quickened in excitement. 

“I’m sure we can warm each other up quicker than the fire can, hm?” He mused and his lips crashed on yours again but this kiss was brief and he seemed to lose himself for a moment as he covered the side of your neck in kisses before reeling himself in and slowing down. Your body was pulled flush to his with the hand on the back of your head and you returned the gesture, fingers still tangled in his dark hair as you held his lips close to your skin that was quickly growing feverish whereas it had previously been so cold. 

His hands worked their way beneath the blanket and you jolted a little at how cold his palms felt when they landed on your hips to squeeze and then glided over your belly, palms splayed out in an attempt to feel every inch of your body, to assure that his touch could properly appreciate every part of you. One of his hands slid even further down and caressed your inner thighs for a moment before his fingers dipped into the heat of your slit where arousal was already beginning to pool. You shuddered against his body when the pads of his fingers rolled against your clit and he began to rub in circles as you rocked your hips into his touch, chasing the pleasure that he was giving you. 

He changed up his pace every now and then just to hear the sweet moans that would fall past your lips when he did so. His lips trailed even further down your body and you bit on your lip to muffle a moan as his kisses ventured down to your breasts. His hot mouth encased one of your pert nipples while his hand went up to give the other attention and your hips stuttered against his hand at the sensation of having his warm mouth on one breast and his cold fingers on the other. 

Your nipples were both quickly slicked in his warm saliva, aching from both arousal and all the attention that his mouth had lavished upon them. Your hand reached down between your bodies to take his hardened cock, stroking your hand up and down the length of it and rolling your thumb against his slit, smearing the precum over the reddened tip. He sucked in a hiss at the sudden pleasure before sinking his teeth into your collarbone – not enough to break skin but just enough to try and assert some dominance over you. You bit back a smile at the challenge and stroked him faster, ensuring that you paid extra attention to the swollen tip of his cock while your other hand went down to fondle his balls. 

Jacob’s hold on your waist tightened and before he could try and make another move, you shifted your body upwards and guided his cock into your dripping hole. You sank down until the head of his cock was nestled snugly in your walls, giving yourself a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion before beginning to sink down even more, tentatively lifting and lowering your hips as you adjusted to the feeling of his cock stretching out your walls. Jacob relented his teasing fight for control and instead buried his face between your breasts as he let out a long groan when you finally took him to the base, enamoured by the feeling of your warm, wet walls pulsating around him. 

Setting your hands on his shoulders, you lifted your hips and let them fall right back down onto him as he slouched down some in the chair to give your legs more room, hands running in cycles from your hips, to your ass, to your thighs and then back to your hips to start all over again. His lips continued to pepper kisses across your breasts and one of his hands reached up to momentarily pull the blanket over your body again from where it was beginning to slip, not wanting you to be cold. The tender and thoughtful gesture in the middle of such an act gave you butterflies and only spurred you on to ride him faster, burying your face in his neck to muffle your moans when you gyrated your hips so that your clit would grid against his abdomen. 

“Jacob…” You moaned softly by his ear as his hands firmly cupped your ass and helped to guide you. The lewd way that his name fell from your kiss-swollen lips made his cock twitch within you, your skin now hot and shining with a thin layer of sweat as you pressed your body up against his. You let out a little yelp when suddenly you were no longer straddling him in the armchair. Both of your arms wrapped securely around your neck as he supported you with hands beneath your thighs, holding you in the air for a moment before you were laid down on the floor in front of the fireplace with the blanket that had been around your shoulders now beneath you. 

On top of you, Jacob took one of your thighs in his hands and set your leg over his shoulder, reaching even deeper into you when he began to pull his hips away and push them back into you slowly but firmly. He leaned down over you to capture your lips in yet another one of his dizzying kisses as one of his hands went down to trace stars against your swollen clit, swallowing all of the sweet moans and cries that you let out in response. 

“More… more, please…” You let out breathlessly and felt Jacob’s proud smile as he leaned in for one more kiss before using your leg that was over his shoulder as leverage to turn you on to your front. His body leaned down over yours, not yet entering you again, as he pressed a kiss to your hot cheek and stroked some of your wet hair away from your face. 

“Not too uncomfortable?” He asked and you shook your head with a hum to let him know that you were alright in this position, comforted by the heavy blanket beneath you. “Good.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to one of your shoulder blades before sinking back into you, able to reach even deeper in this position and grabbing a firm hold of your ass in one hand while the other, by contrast, rested delicately upon your waist. He let out a guttural groan as he watched his cock sink into your swollen and soaked pussy before forcing his hips against yours again and again and again in a rhythm that had you panting and crying out moans which you muffled into your folded arms. 

The room was full of a mixture of sounds: the rain on the windows, the crackle of the fire and – most predominantly – the smack of Jacob’s hips against the backs of your thighs. Your wetness was stretching between your bodies each time he withdrew his hips just to slam back into you again and one of his hands pressed to the floor by your head so that he could lean down and reach under you with the other, rubbing messy patterns against your sensitive clit to feel you finally come undone around him in an orgasm that left your body shuddering. Every one of your muscles felt wound up tight until a sensation like liquid electricity poured out from your abdomen and reached the furthest parts of your body, right to your fingertips and toes. 

The feeling of your walls fluttering around him and near pulling him in, trying to milk his cock, was enough to send Jacob over the edge too and he quickly withdrew from you to rapidly stroke his cock that was slick with your arousal and orgasm, spilling his hot load over your ass and across your back as he hissed out and moaned your name. You could feel each drop hit your now warm skin as he finished and eased you down to lay on your belly, leaning down over your body to press another kiss to your cheek and feeling your rapid breaths. He sat down beside you and looked over your body, painted with his cum and your back quickly rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath and slow your heart. 

You registered the feeling of his fingers oh so gently brushing your hair away from your face and detangling some of the locks before he was pressing more kisses across your shoulders and the nape of your neck. 

“We should get cleaned up.” He said after a while, “We could do with a warm bath anyway.” 

“I don't know, I think that warmed me up just fine~” You quipped with a teasing tone that was met with a quiet but rumbling laugh from him. 

“You should still let me clean you up though.” His hand smoothed over your head soothingly and you let out a content hum before rolling onto your side so that you could look up at him, tucking your arm under your head as a makeshift pillow. 

“Very well but it’ll cost you a kiss to leave my side right now, even if it’s just to run us a bath.” He smiled down at you as you pursed your lips and leaned down to give you a sweet, lingering kiss. As he stood, he did up his robe and brought the blanket that you were laying on over your body so that it was folded in half with you resting between each side. 

“It can be cleaned with the rest of our stuff.” He reassured you, “I’ll be back in a few minutes…” 

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3. Dacryphilia - Tim Wright X GN!AFAB!Reader

4. Stalking/Obsession - Eyeless Jack X F!Reader

5. GONE FISHING (lol)

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7. Staying Warm - The Stranger X GN!AMAB!Reader

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9. Demons - Dr. Kondraki X GN!AFAB!Reader

10. Double Penetration - SCP 049 X GN!AFAB!Reader X SCP 035

11. Blood play - Toby X GN!Reader

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15. Size Difference - König X GN!AFAB!Reader

16. Threesome - Alejandro Vargas X F!Reader X Valeria Garza

17. GONE FISHING (lol)

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Just a Kiss This Christmas. . . 🎄☃️

(Christmas Eve with Your Faves - Assassin's Creed III, Rogue and Syndicate Edition)

Plot; Little Christmas themed comfort imagines

Pairings;

Haytham Kenway x Reader (Romantic)

Connor Kenway (Ratonhnhaké:ton) x Reader (Romantic)

Shay Cormac x Reader (Romantic)

Liam O'Brien x Reader (Romantic)

Jacob Frye x Reader (Romantic)

Evie Frye x Reader (Romantic)

Lydia Frye x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; mature themes, tooth-rotting fluff, a pinch of angst here and there, implied smut, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption, mentions of war/warzones and violence

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Haytham Kenway

Outside the fogged windows, gentle snowfall was on display. Winds rustled the trees and laughter echoed in the streets.

Houses lined the roads, warmed with crackling fires and the mirth of togetherness and peace. Taverns bustled with those celebrating the coming of what was considered the best holiday of the year, cheerful music floating in the chill of the winter air.

The perfect Christmas Eve.

Your heart was soaring, not sparing a care to the coldness of the floorboards and tiling beneath your feet; finding yourself warmed by the fires of the oven.

The smell of spices floated through the halls of your home, your freshly baked gingerbread now cooling on a rack. It was an effort not to pull the scalding biscuits from the metal, to devour them immediately; but your focus on your brewing hot chocolate stole any chance of impulse.

Your lips curled up at the lightly thickened milk, stirring at your homemade concoction. Now having the desired consistency, you poured the rich beverage into two mugs, sparing a look over your shoulder.

A sigh passed through your nostrils, spying the time displayed on the wall clock. Thirty minutes past the ninth hour. With a soft loneliness tugging at your heart, you pondered how much longer it would be until Haytham retreated from his office.

Templar affairs had kept him occupied for many days and hours throughout the holiday season, as to be expected when being the Grandmaster of the Colonial. But, you knew that Christmas was one of the few occasions Haytham liked, also aware of how easily time got away from him when occupied with work. He had already missed the Templar Christmas Eve party over in the local tavern, but he would not miss an evening with you. Christmas Eve, especially.

Templar business be damned. It was up to you to save him from his undoubtedly large workload.

The hot chocolate would undoubtedly be a convincing point. Aside from yourself, of course.

Already in your nightdress, you discarded your apron and threw on your winter robes for your journey upstairs, baring an almost giddy smile whilst you climbed them.

You spied the dim lights from under the wooden door, moving to open it without knocking. "Grandmaster", you announced yourself, his head raising from the piles of parchment littered on his desk. His piercing blues were on you in an instant, already tracing over your approaching form with a cocked brow.

"You have not called me by that title since the days before our courtship", Haytham remarked with some amusement, the corners of his lips faintly curling upward. "And even then, you had little regard for it".

"What makes you think that has changed?", you quipped with a laugh. "I had to get your attention somehow. My baking clearly wasn't enough".

His smile grew at your ploy of feigning hurt, your eyes drifting to the words upon the papers. Correspondences from all corners of the world, all of them bearing the seal of the Templars. Did no one in the Order celebrate Christmas??

"My deepest apologies", Haytham crooned with the licks of playful sarcasm dancing in his velvet voice. "However will I make up for such an indiscretion?".

With mischief twinkling in your keen eyes, you grinned, lifting the hem of your nightdress to allow yourself to be seated upon and stradling his larger thighs.

Haytham's quill and papers were long forgotten as his warm hands moved to hold your waist, fingers tracing imaginary patterns into the thin materials separating you both and heating the skin beneath.

Admiration glittered in the depths of his gaze as it trailed over the cascading waves of your hair and the supple skin left exposed by your strappy nightdress and robes, those eyes no longer harsh or commanding. No longer the eyes of the Grandmaster everyone else knew.

There was a softness and vulnerability to Haytham's hues now, clearly displaying his contentment in being trapped within your embrace. A deep sigh expelled from him, relishing in the way your delicate fingers spindled into his silken locks and drew lines over his chest. "Can you think of nothing?", your words were a murmur over his skin, setting it alight with goosebumps.

With his tired eyes now closed, your lips pressed featherlight kisses to his heavy eyelids, his arms pulling you flush against his chest. Descending the curviture of his face, your lips finally met with his own in soft and lazy caresses.

Haytham's hands moved to cradle your face, his tongue drawing along the seam of your lips before they parted eagerly. Your hips shifted against his own in your attempt to get closer, a soft grunt heaving from the Grandmaster's throat and sparking his next course of action.

A small yelp passed through your interlocked lips when the Master Templar heaved you from his lap and onto his desk, the piling letters now sweeping to the floor to accommodate your presence.

Your body arched into his frame, his lips tearing from your own to start leaving a searing trail along your jaw.

"I can think of something ", he mused, pressing his hips into your own.

"Haytham!", you giggled, his skillful touches never failing to leave you weak and at his mercy. "What about the hot chocolate??".

Haytham's low chuckle was a breath against the skin of your neck. "I think you'll find that I have other priorities", his voice remained a sultry whisper, slowly working affectionate pecks towards your naval. "Starting with you ".

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Connor Kenway / Ratonhnhaké:ton

"Connor, my friend!", Norris greeted the young Assassin, tipsy with the few drinks he'd had. But, he was a merry man, deep in the high spirits of the holiday season. It was Christmas Eve, after all.

"Norris", he nodded in acknowledgement, sparing the hints of a smile for his friend, the latter having spied the direction in which the younger man's almond hues had fixated.

With a cheerful smile that reached his eyes, the miner brushed his elbow against Connor's, "Your eyes bore into a beautiful woman, and yet you waste the night lingering here in the shadows instead of talking to her".

Connor's cheeks grew hot at the accusation, his lashes fluttering and ripping his gaze from where you stood amongst the crowds of the party. "I don't know what you are implying".

Norris' gaze turned knowingly to the younger man, his brows raised, "You do not? Then perhaps, you will not mind it if I tell her—".

"Norris", Connor warned, an underlying threat sitting in his brown hues. The older man sighed, his smile refusing to dissipate even in the wake of his counterpart's intimidation.

"Why not talk to her?? Mingle with the party!", he insisted, waving his arms to gesture to the warm atmosphere of the gathering.

"I am not one for celebrations", the young Assassin replied with a tug to his shoulders. "I would much rather watch others making merry".

"And miss all the fun? An opportunity to speak to (Y/n)??", Norris gaped. "Inacceptable!".

"What would you have me do?", Connor asked with a sense of hopelessness. "I have nothing to offer her but an absent partner and a broken heart! I have not the time to court a woman as wonderful as her". He spared a glance to where you stood once more with Miriam, his heart squeezing at the beauty of your laugh. The placement of your dimples and the way the light of your happiness always met with the warmth of your eyes, his own returning to Norris. "Even if I wanted to, with every fibre of my heart".

The Frenchman nodded, understanding the feathersoft yearning that twinkled in Connor's deep gaze. Alike to the one he used to have for Miriam before their marriage.

"Connor", he sighed. "I am certain a woman like (Y/n) would have considered all of these things beforehand! She is headstrong". His smile grew when adding, "The way I hear it from Miriam, (Y/n) hardly ceases singing praise about you".

Connor's heart stilled, his brows drawing together amidst his surprise. "She speaks about me??".

" 'Gushing', is probably a proper word for it, my friend. Women do that when they are en transe by a man, no??".

"I believe so??", Connor's reply came out more like a question than a statement.

"Then why wait in the shadows any longer?", Norris pressed. "Eventually, another man will seize the opportunity to sweep (Y/n) off her feet!". The young Assassin felt a short sting of envy in his chest, his eyes drifting downward. "Do not let yourself feel the regret by not acting now. She is the woman of your dreams, Connor. You deserve that much".

Norris gently clapped Connor's larger shoulder whilst the latter mulled over his friend's wise words, not realising the truth of them until now.

If he were to wait any longer, another man would surely take the opportunity to win your heart. Any sane man would. You were truly a beautiful individual.

You have a selfless heart and a ready mind, encompassing all in your warmth and compassion, inclusive of Connor himself.

Every soft touch of your hands brushing his or holding his arm, every embrace shared after returning from his months away had ensnared his heart, melting away the hardened exterior he often wore. You'd broken through it all with patience, listening to his inner expressions without judgement.

He knew then, that he needed to give your relationship a chance. Even if the price was hurt.

"Connor", your melodic voice snapped him from his daze, a friendly smile shining from your expression despite your concern. "What are you doing back here all by yourself??".

In alarm, Connor's eyes frantically searched for Norris, finding the space beside him now vacant. The older man was finally spotted beside his wife, raising both thumbs in encouragement at the Assassin.

"I just wished to be alone", he offered a quick excuse.

"Alone?", your brows creased. "On Christmas Eve??".

"I am not one for parties", Connor elaborated, his lips subconsciously quirking upwards to match your lighthearted expression.

"I understand", you conceded with a short laugh. "Neither am I, if I'm honest. I'm glad to be away from the bustle".

Leaning against the wall beside him, your bright hues spared him a fond glance whilst you added, "That's why I came to see you". Connor's brows rose,

"Really??". You nodded.

"I hope you don't mind, but I find your company soothing, Connor".

"The feeling is mutual", he assured. "Your words and presence are both a comfort to me, and welcome at any time".

For a moment, you seemed in thought, your eyes finally flickering back to his own. "I want to thank you", you confessed, irking a confused tilt of his head.

"What for??".

"For saving me", you whispered. "For offering me a better life here, away from oppression and struggle. Those things are now a fading memory. Thanks to you".

Connor's heart warmed within his chest, humbled entirely by your words. His lips parted to utter an insistence that his efforts were minimal and knowing this, your hand raised to halt the words about to tumble out.

A nervous, breathy laugh escaped him, unable to mask his endearment for you as his darker orbs travelled the delicate features of your face. Your hand had moved to rest on the clasp of his hands, the warmth of his fingers slowly intwining with yours.

"I am grateful for you", Connor murmured, feeling a surge of courage to reveal what lay in his heart. "You are a remarkable woman, (Y/n). And I consider myself very blessed to have you in my life".

His admittance left you at a loss of words, furthered by the gentle caress of the hand that came to cradle your cheek. Connor's thumb traced over your cheekbone, stilling the breaths in your throat before he continued, "I would be honoured if you would share it with me".

With his nose now brushing your own, your lashes fluttered at the welcome proximity, breathing, "Yes", as you saw fit to close the rest of the gap, your other hand reaching to grip at his hair when the heat of his lips finally reached yours.

They were supple, moving in calming touches with your own, like a summer's breeze. Refreshing and soft.

Connor's breaths exhaled against your skin and heaved in your sweet scent, his chocolate hues fluttering open when your lips had pulled from his own. You grasped the hand interlaced with yours, eyes halflidded given the closeness you still shared.

"Do you think Achilles will notice your absence?", you gnawed on your bottom lip hopefully.

"To hell with him", Connor grunted, his lips sealing with yours again before he lead you discretely from the party room and up the stairs to resume your celebrations elsewhere..

Translations (French to English);

Inacceptable = unacceptable

En transe = Entranced

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Shay Cormac

Winter was always a dreaded time within the colonies, with only the exception of Christmas for most people. It was a time of year that you often found yourself yearning for the warmth of a home and family.

With the stars glimmering above, you'd wished upon them all for what seemed like the thousandth time by your eighth year in life.

Upon the softness of the grass, you lay with company, the autumn coolness high in the air. It wouldn't be long until the snowfall now.

Your fingers sat snugly interlocked in the grasp of your best friend, tilting your head to glance at his philosophical expression, ever a dreamer like yourself. Two children, lying beneath the shimmering lights of the stars.

"How's your face feeling?", you asked with some amusement, Shay's face brightening at the sound of your voice.

"Better now", he answered, using his spare hand to brush over the small blue spot marking his cheek. "It was you, I was worried about".

"Shay", you sighed. "You didn't have to—".

"I did", he cut in firmly, his brows creasing in seriousness. "That boy had no business trying to take your hard-earned food. I showed him the meaning of 'respect'. About time someone did".

The brunette beside you squeezed your fingers, offering a playful wink to pair with the reassuring smile he offered, the gaps on display in his teeth irking you to giggle. "Thank you", you grinned, turning your gaze back towards the skies above.

A comfortable silence ensued between you both before you piped up once more. "Shay?".

"Yeah?", his head panned towards you.

"Do you think that maybe one Christmas, we'll have a family? Be surrounded by loved ones?? Have food to eat and the warmth of a fire?".

Shay's hazel hues seemed contemplative before he answered, "Absolutely". Your brows rose, keen to listen as he continued, "We'll have families one day and big houses and even comfortable beds! You'll see, (Y/n)! When we grow up, everything will finally be alright for us. I just know it!".

That night, you both wished upon every star for Shay's prediction to come to fruition. And with twenty years' passing, Christmas Eve had finally come again.

Snowflakes floated through the air, children playing in the streets. Windows were frosted and the familiar smells of freshly baked goods were carried through the bustling streets.

Merriment and mirth were upon everyone's lips, well-wishes being spread like wildfires. The city of New York was far from perfect, yet it was prosperous, even moreso with the coming of this beloved holiday.

The Morrigan had docked for the first time in months only a few nights ago, Templar business soaring in the season. It was a relief to finally be back on dry land, especially for yourself and Shay; the latter delayed by affairs of the Order.

Never more eager to leave them behind, Shay's steps were brisk in the inches of snow left on the ground. "Are you quite sure you won't be joining us tonight, Captain?", the audacious Mr Gist had asked, excitement lacing through his tone. "I hear that Thomas Hickey is going to try and scull five pints of rum this year, as opposed to his record of three". The blonde laughed at the quizzical expression offered by his counterpart. "It should prove to be quite a show, indeed".

Shay's lips quirked up at his quartermaster's humour, ever grateful for Gist's good spirits, before he replied, "I'm celebrating Christmas Eve elsewhere tonight. A promise to a friend".

Gist spared a hearty chuckle, nodding in his clear understanding. "Very good, Captain". There was a knowing glint in his eyes when he added, "I will pass on your regards to the others, so long as you will pass mine on to (Y/n)".

There was no hiding anything from the perceptive quartermaster, Shay noted before grinning at his friend when the offer to shake hands was presented. "Thank you, Master Gist. You are relieved until the New Year", the brunette accepted.

"It has been an honour serving with you this year, Shay", Gist assured him humbly, releasing the friendly hold.

"And you", Shay's head inclined, finally farewelling the blonde before his journey lead him through a familiar set of gates not far from the port.

The chill of the winter air whipped at him incessantly until he reached the doors of his destination. Somewhere he hadn't been in the longest time. Home.

He needed only to knock on the hardwood doors before they swung open, bringing with it, the cozy and fruity smells of mulled wine and hot foods.

"Shay!", your arms were quick to pull the Irishman inside, from the cold and into your warm embrace. He stumbled for a moment, being much taller than yourself, yet never more relieved to be anywhere else but your kind arms.

Your lips hit his cheek in a quick peck, closing the front doors behind him and sealing out the cold. Shay's cheek tingled with the heat your touch left, his lips curled into a grin of delight at seeing your own.

"I was getting worried that I'd have to drag you from the Morrigan myself", you huffed with amusement.

"And you would've", Shay conceded.

"Bloody right, I would've". Your comment earned a soft giggle from the brunette, your eyes turning again to meet his as you shuffled around. "Merry Christmas, Shay".

"Merry Christmas, (Y/n)", he returned, noticing then that the halls of your shared home were decorated. Holly and vines of green bush were hung in abundance, even a tree in the corner, where most of the month everything had been bare.

A sense of wonder had filled Shay's hazel hues as they travelled the dimly lit halls. This would be not only his first Christmas back on dry land, but yours as well. For many years, you both missed Christmas. The Assassins often had you both scouring the Earth for artifacts; and the last few years, the Templars had you both embarking on diplomatic business.

As you both were rarely on dry land, Shay provided you with a home for you both to share, so that you would not waste what money you earned paying off a house that you would barely use. It was the least he could do for the best friend who had stuck through it all with him. And continued to do so.

Although now, in your adulthood, it felt like so much more than just a simple close friendship.

"Like it?", your voice brought the Irishman from his enthralled daze, his own voice sounding far away when he commented,

"It's lovely. Truly". He nodded, offering a pleased smile to you at last. "I can't believe you decorated! And is that—", the brunette sniffed the air. "— mulled wine?".

"And dinner", you laughed, his face blanching.

"You cooked as well??", Shay gaped. "How— you didn't have to— why??". His head tilted, genuinely in shock at the kindness of your actions.

"Well, you can hardly expect me to sit on my arse and twiddle my thumbs for the whole three days I was off from work!". You grasped his gloved hands, removing the covers to hold the heated skin beneath instead. "So, I occupied myself!".

Leading him into the kitchen, Shay was further surprised at the sight of some carved turkey on two plates, still steaming from the oven. You'd even baked some seasoned potatoes, glistening with butter and herbs— and was that cranberry sauce on the side??

You turned to the Irishman's stunned expression at last, the latter's eyes seeming to bulge from his skull out of shock whilst he insisted, "(Y/n), you didn't have to do this!".

Squeezing his hand to offer him reassurance, you laughed again. "I know!". Your thumb ran strokes over his knuckles, your gaze timidly shifting around in your excitement. "It's just— we've never had a proper Christmas, always being away and all, so I wanted to do this for you as much as myself. I wanted to give us a real Christmas!", you confessed. "Just like the ones we always spoke about as children".

"It's more than I could've imagined or deserved", Shay breathed out, his lashes fluttering whilst he grounded himself. At last, his hazel gaze met yours, glimmering with the hints of something unreadable to your own. "Thank you, (Y/n), for everything. I know my decisions have cost us everything from stability to the things we wanted as children, like marriage—", his eyes flickered downwards. "— or a family, but—".

"Shay", you cut in gently with a note of disapproval, gathering his gaze once more. "You are my family".

A smile returned to your face, the Irishman's eyes tracking your every movement. Your fingertips reached upwards, folding a stray few strands of his hair behind his ear.

"Remaining by your side was my decision. Leaving you was not and is not an option for me". Your thumb ran across the sharpness of his cheekbone, feeling the growing warmth of his skin beneath your touch. "Those dreams we had as children— the Assassins, the Templars— none of that could ever matter to me as much as you do".

Leaning onto the tips of your toes, your lips pressed a featherlight kiss against his forehead, murmuring against his skin, "You're all the family I need, Shay. As long as I have you, nothing else matters. I love you".

With such a raw confession hanging in the air, Shay didn't let your close proximity break. His arms curled around your waist, holding you upon your tiptoes with his lips close enough to brush with your own.

Shay awaited any attempt for you to pull away, finding no discomfort sitting in your orbs when at last his lips graced yours. Every part of you gave in to the careful strokes of his flesh with yours, feeling their cold and tasting the salt from the sea breeze that still lingered with him.

The Irishman finally recognised the ever blooming strength of the feeling that had always been there in his heart. It was as if an epiphany had struck him in the electric feeling of your kiss, your words having sparked the realisation of why your close friendship had felt like more.

It always had been.

"I love you too", his thickened brogue fanned over your lips after the kiss had broken. Shay's forehead sat against yours, cherishing the closeness and mingling of your breaths.

"We do have to eat first", a breathy chuckle fell from you, mirrored by Shay's laugh whilst your fingertips tracing the sharpness of his jawline.

"Must we?", his pout was playful, fondness once again dancing in his hazel hues.

"Afraid so".

"It shouldn't matter, as long as I have you". Shay's shoulders tugged, his statement endearing until he added, "Because if I eat all my dinner, I get dessert ". Sparing you a flirtatious wink in his passing into the kitchen, your mouth hung open incredulously.

This would be a long night, indeed...

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Liam O'Brien

Life on the open seas. The salty air and biting breeze of the Atlantic a bitter reminder to you that you were far from the comforts found in being on land. Being home.

Assassin work never ceased, even with the Christmas season soon coming to a close the day after next. Christmas Eve had come again and you were surrounded by an endless amount of ocean that stretched to every direction of the horizons with only silence for company.

The hour was late, the crew of the Morrigan having set anchor hours ago to retire to their quarters and the seas were calm, the ship hardly rocking with the sway of the waters.

You should have been sleeping too. Being the crew's navigator, rest was an essential part of your job. To stay focused, to have a ready mind should your Assassin bretheren call up on your skillset.

It was for naught.

You missed the mirthfulness of being on dry land, being at the Homestead with your brothers and sisters. You missed the people rejoicing for the year's end, giving gifts and thanks for each other. You even missed the decorating of those silly pine trees and the smell of your baked goods. You missed Christmas. And you missed spending it with Liam, the quartermaster of the ship having always been a big part of your celebrations since before your time as an Assassin.

Every Christmas Eve, the bald Irishman made it a habit to ditch his duty of babysitting Shay for one night and spend the evening with you however which way you both saw fit.

Last year, Liam had taken you for ice-skating on the lake by the Homestead, as the weather finally permitted it. It also had something to do with the fact that you spent every day of that dreaded month whinging in his ear about how you'd love to learn how to ice-skate, begging asking him to teach you. How then, with you as persistent and stubborn as Shay, was he able to refuse??

The year before, Liam had barely made it to port in time, surprising you with his appearance at your front door in the evening. You'd felt so disheartened at the prospect of him being away from home, away from you that Christmas, that you'd nearly broken his back from the force of your embrace when you pulled his larger form through the door.

He never came empty handed, although you always insisted upon it.

"You're giving me the best meal I've had in months, Love", he'd say with a laugh. "Least I can do is give y' something for the trouble".

Liam would gift you trinkets he'd find at sea or on missions and although your respective careers as Assassins allowed little time for feelings or emotions, something about Liam makes every trouble feel small and any place feel like home.

You were relieved to be travelling with him and Shay this year, the bald Irishman having sung praise about your navigational expertise— one that could rival Chevalier's. And despite being no closer to the mission's end, you missed the intimacy of your traditions with your dearest friend who was undoubtedly sleeping soundly.

Or so you'd thought.

"What's this then?", Liam's voice startled you from your daze. "Sorry", he apologised with a soft laugh, moving to lean on the ship's railing alongside you.

"Can't sleep?", your question made him grin.

"Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that?". His amused expression quickly morphed into one of concern. "What's got y' so troubled?".

"It's Christmas Eve", your reply confused him, before you elaborated. "And look where we are. No land for miles, just water".

"I never knew being at sea would bother you so much", his brows drew together. "It can be hard, being so isolated. I can always ask Shay to—".

"It's not that, Liam".

"Then what?", his question was paired with a light tilting of his head, green hues fixed on you with that same gentle and attentive nature.

"There's no traditions or fun this year. No break from our work— we just don't stop. Every year, we always found something new to do, but it never mattered to me what we did. We always had each other, Liam. And maybe, just maybe, I—".

"Miss it?", he finished, coaxing something of a sheepish nod from you.

Darting up from the clasp of your hands, your gaze met Liam's, something fond and understanding in the way his lips curled into that crooked and beloved smile.

Hues of blue, purple and green suddenly illuminated his face in a heavenly symphony of colours and lights, stealing the breath from your lungs as your gazes travelled upward in realisation.

For the first time in your months on the sea, the Aurora Borealis made herself known to the only two beings awake on the ocean, dancing in many waves across the glittering skies.

"Come now", Liam said gathering your immediate attention when extending a palm to you. "I think we've found our fun for this year".

The warmth of his hand quickly enveloped yours, beckoning you near with the lightest of tugs. Your mingling breaths misted in the cold, your being craving the heat that endlessly radiated from the male before you.

Just like your dance on the ice the previous year, Liam lead you carefully by the small of your back into a soft waltz, the world around you slowly spinning in colours and ribbons of light from the heavens, with him at its heart.

The Irishman shared in your gleeful laughter as you both spun and gradually forgot the rhythm of the dance, all the while clinging to each other's hands.

Your bodies became tangled and giggling messes as you both struggled to hold the other upright in an embrace that finalised your dance with Liam. His head panned to yours resting softly on his shoulder, breathless and grinning ear to ear. Flushed from the cold and looking at him like he'd placed the stars themselves into the heavens.

"I think I've found our tradition for every year", you whispered.

His brows rose playfully, "Have you?".

Craving his warmth, you wasted no more time in hesitation, seizing the blistering heat of his mouth with yours.

Liam eagerly accepted the contact with a pleased hum, smiling through the shared movements of your lips as the years of tension fell away into something far more beautiful.

"I quite like that idea", his quiet laugh fell upon your skin. "We should definitely do the dancing again—".

Slapping his shoulder, you both shared in another kiss before making a move for the quartmaster's cabin, from which you would probably fail to emerge from any time prior to noon on Christmas Day.

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Jacob Frye

Snow cut through the calm yet biting breeze, a chill deep in the foggy streets of London. Your throat burned dry with every inhale, relieved to be out in the open air at last, away from the suffocating heat of the bustling tavern.

What else could you expect from a gathering hosted by London's best bookie?

Robert Topping had thrown together quite the riot for the good peoples of the city, the Rooks taking it upon themselves to make merry with them, ensuring that every man, woman and child that showed up left in good spirits and with plenty of food in their bellies.

Another few people passed you by on their way out from the pub, whispers of 'Merry Christmas' on their lips, reflective of their gratitude towards you and the many others that had contributed to the party and the hard-won peace that now flourished in London.

Since Starrick's defeat mere months ago, the people no longer came to suffer the oppression of the gangs that had once run the streets. All the same, you also found yourself missing the adrenaline of it all. The thrill of freeing the people under the Templars' noses, loosening their iron hold over the citizens— working with Jacob and Evie to undo each scheme that was set against them.

However, there was nothing you missed more than being paired with Jacob on any mission the Frye's needed you for. The younger Frye had a knack for making you laugh, his easygoing nature making him easy to fall into step with.

His witty sarcasm, his playful digs and constant verbal nudges to get on your nerves had all become much-loved aspects of your assignments with him. Now, you knew not what you'd do without them, just as Jacob remained unsure of how often he'd have your company in future.

It frightened him— the thought of hardly seeing you, after you'd achieved so much together.

As such, it was hard for the younger Frye to remain oblivious to your early departure from the festivities, spying your thoughtful expression as you'd moved out into the snow.

"Leaving so soon?", Jacob called unto your back, caught for breath when you turned to face him. Pure exhilaration.

"I am, actually", you spoke with a teasing edge. "What brings you here? Looking for a way out of Bobby Topping's drinking competition? He was keen hoping you'd be his top contender".

"He knows I don't have to compete to be his top contender", the brunette countered quickly. "And I have no plans on earning him a quid more than he already has this evening".

"That's a first". He huffed a laugh at your quip, before his features softened. Recounting the many nights you'd spent patching him up after Fight Club. Blooded and bruised. Kind hands cradling him.

"It's hardly safe at this hour", Jacob began, sparing a glance at his fobwatch. "And as much as I'd love to leave you to the street felons, I think a walk might do us good".

"Am I sensing an offer to walk me home, Mr Frye?", your brow cocked, masking the mixture of horror and excitement that suddenly arose within you.

"It's that or Evie's wrath. As much as I lack fear of the latter, I'm not in the mood to be verbally castrated when I return to the train tonight". The brunette swiveled on his feet, graciously offering you his elbow to hold. "It is Christmas Eve, after all and one must learn to forgive another's snide remarks".

The wink that followed had you giggling, "I accept".

The walk that followed was magical.

Holding to the hard muscle sheathed by his leather jacket, you basked in the warmth that seemed to pour endlessly from Jacob. A beacon of heat in the crisp winter cold as you crossed onto London bridge– now entirely devoid of any life. Naught but the quiet flow of the icy waters and the waft of the breeze could be heard, no voices.

"It's so peaceful", your comment irked a fond smile from the young Frye as his stride seemed to slow.

"Too peaceful, one might say", his contented sigh misted in the breeze, footsteps halting halfway across the brige.

Jacob seemed taken by something, his hues of hazel panning up into the sky— to the lonely lights twinkling above. Their sparkle cascaded down, into the fresh snowflakes that now rained softly from the heavens. Like stars falling to Earth, the frost glittering in the moonlight.

"Snow!", your mouth fell open in awe, squeezing his arm in your shock. "It's so beautiful".

The flakes danced around you both in the wind, clinging to your hair and settling onto your clothes, doing nothing to deter Jacob's playful spirit.

Your racing heart leapt as his larger hand slowly brushed along your forearm, fingers carefully moving to tangle with your own amidst the snowfall.

"Dance with me", he whispered in a tone so gentle, you'd thought him a completely different person for a moment. The mischievous twinkle in the heart of his gaze made you realise that it was quite the contrary.

Seizing the moment with the man you adored, your steps across the bridge turned into the graceful, yet clumsy movements of a ballroom dance. Your shared laughter echoed along the piers below, seeming like starstruck soulmates to any sailors observing from below.

Without missing a beat, Jacob twirled you into his embrace with the gentleness and playfulness of a lover in a private waltz that was completely your own.

The journey across the bridge was over too soon, leaving your cheeks red and sore from smiling so much. All the while, Jacob's hand never retreated from yours.

Sensing a change in the wind, the young Assassin's head snapped towards you with amusement and exhaustion marring his expression. "As much as I'd love to continue our antics with the stunning views atop Big Ben, I think it would be a good idea to get indoors".

Little did you know, he'd never been more right.

Chests heaving and hearts hammering, you embraced the shelter you'd both managed to reach. Your beloved home, safe from the storm that had suddenly swept north.

"That was fun", Jacob's comment irked a shake of your head.

"Funnily enough", you countered, managing a laugh amidst your gasps for air. "Outrunning a blizzard wasn't how I planned to spend my Christmas Eve".

All of the other homes on the street were now near invisible to you both, shaky hands reaching for the front door. "You'd be mad to go back to the train in this weather", you turned to the timid and shaking brunette, quickly beckoning him inside with you. "Stay the night".

"It's a pity that our run didn't keep us warm for long", Jacob huffed once inside your humble abode, relieved to see that you were already starting a fire in the hearth.

"We were lucky to get here when we did, though", you remarked through chattering teeth. "Make yourself at home, Jacob".

Nodding, the young Frye unclasped his hidden blade, shook off his dampening overcoat and removed his top hat out of respect whilst you hurried out of the room.

Hazel flecked hues danced the room, ogling at the cozy Christmas greenery that lined the walls, at the beautifully decorated pine tree that brought him fondly back to the days of his childhood in Crawley. Of standing on an old oak chair in the living room of his grandmother's house, eagerly hanging the baubles whilst the smells of spiced biscuits and fresh tree needles filled the room.

So consumed in the memories that made his eyes glassy, Jacob didn't see your approach, nearly jumping whilst you wrapped a thick blanket around his broad shoulders. There was instant warmth and relief in the way your palms ran along his toned arms, attempting to provide heat through friction.

"Thank you". There it was again, just like before. That softness drifting through his voice, so unlike the boisterous and authoritative tone he usually took with the Rooks and other associates of his.

Offering him a smile that brought a completely different warmth to his form, Jacob allowed himself to be pulled in tow, to be seated with you by the crackling embers of the dim fire.

Given the evening behind you, the younger Frye felt comfortable and confident enough to be seated flush with you on the hard cold of the floorboards, inching one half of the blanket around your shoulders for you to share in his ever present body heat again.

Restraining the shudders that threatened to wash over you, your head panned away from his, not daring another glance at the way the fire illuminated his delicate and sharp features.

"Do you want some tea?". You began to hover your numbing hands above the burning flames, his words of reply being neither desperate or commanding, accompanied with what appeared to be a content curl of his lips, boyish and sweet.

"Don't leave".

Jacob's larger palms reached out, encasing the chill of your fingers within them. Drawing your hands away from the fire, his own gently offered yours a massage, encouraging the blood to race back into them.

Steady fingers worked into your palms and wrists, rubbing together at a soft and tantalising pace, the hazel hues of his gaze darting up to meet yours. You felt pinned in place by them whilst he blew a stream of hot air onto your skin.

Nerves prickled in your flesh, entirely fixated by the proximity of your best friend. Your colleague. So intimately coursing his thumbs over your hands whilst he spoke,

"I know this evening hasn't been what you expected— Or what I expected". His lashes fluttered. "But, there's no one else's Christmas Eve I'd rather be imposing on right now, more than yours".

An amused grin splayed along your features, shyly adding a confession of your own, "I don't think there's anyone else I'd rather have imposing on my Christmas Eve right now. Or from now on".

The new and bewitching colours of Jacob's firelit gaze once again ensnared you, holding your own eyes through the length of his lashes. His mouth feathered a touch over the pads of your fingers, brushing another on your knuckles before he finally settled for closing what space remained between you.

Whatever kind grip that he'd had on your hands disappeared, allowing you the opportunity of sweeping them along the ridge of his cheekbone and into his hair whilst his lips grazed over the seam of yours.

A gasp ghosted over Jacob's sensitive flesh, encouraging him to take your mouth again in a kiss far more eager than the last.

The crease of his brows met firm with yours, claiming any of your coherent thought in the new and fervent dance of his lips. Caught entirely in those movements, you both easily forgot the cold around you, the blanket falling to the floor as you climbed into his lap. Into his arms.

Jacob caressed a finger along your frantic pulse point, continuing to tease the dip of your collarbone whilst he settled his hand above your heart.

"I think—", he murmured, hinting a kiss in his descent against the delicate flesh of your jaw. "We can beat this chill another way".

The vibration of your laugh only did much to tempt him, quickly taking it upon yourself to fuel that cheeky grin of his.

"Whatever you say, Mr Frye".

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Evie Frye

Baubles and greenery. Holly and cinnamon sticks. Pine trees and the smells of roasted chestnuts being carried down the streets. Everybody knew what time of year had come.

A sweet sense of relief had set in with the peoples of London, just in time for the biggest and happiest season. Having only been a shell of it's former self mere months ago, the city was now alive and bustling with trade and well wishes. Content with the knowledge that someone was looking out for them. Offering them a hard-earned peace.

The Rooks, the beloved gang serving the Fryes and protecting the streets— were now making merry with those they serve. Throwing a riot of a party that Evie Frye was certain she was missing.

She paid no mind to the cheering and clapping on the streets this evening, content to let it pass her by, despite Jacob's encouragements. There was far more work to be done, far more to be studied on the Pieces of Eden. Templar schemes didn't disappear at Christmas, and Evie made it her inclination that Assassin plans never halted either. Too much was at stake. Or so she'd earlier insisted to Henry, who also— thought it best to have the night off.

For but a moment, her tired crystal eyes lifted from the piles of parchment on her desk, harping a thought of her very active mind on you.

Of the way you'd busied yourself around the train earlier that morning, piles of decorations fumbling and falling from your arms. The excitement that had flared through the depths of your gaze or the shape of your dimples when you grinned like a giddy schoolchild and the way her heart had soared with your laughter.

A smile ghosted over Evie's lips, unrestrained with the fond reminder of how your carefree soul never failed to lift her spirits.

In previous months, it had done much to loosen her hardened and strict exterior. And earned her a mouthful of teasing from her brother, who had wholeheartedly supported her curiosities of their best friend and colleague. Despite any and all disapproval she'd face from anyone else.

There was a tug of guilt in her chest, drawing her icy hues to the glow of the streets outside. You'd be celebrating, perhaps disheartened that your friend couldn't even make the effort to show. After everything you'd done to prepare. After everything you'd accomplished together this year.

"There you are", Evie suddenly straightened, instantly snapped from her daze by the intrusion of your voice. As if her thoughts alone had summoned you to the train.

"(Y/n)", the brunette turned to you, choked up with the image settled before her.

Despite your hands being clasped behind your back, your posture was that of complete relaxation, donning a dress so wickedly beautiful, it seemed as if the angels above had forged you.

There was an obvious flush to your cheeks from the cold and any alcohol you'd recently consumed with the festivities, but it left any of her previously coherent thoughts scarce.

"Jacob told me I'd find you here", you remarked with a cheeky quirk to your lip.

Of course he did, Evie nearly responded out of natural irritation, marking your approach. Noting the concern etched to your features, the waves of your hair drifting back and carrying the smells of spiced firesmoke.

"Why are you here so late? You're missing all of the festivities".

A long and frustrated sigh drifted through her nostrils. "It's the Templars", she tugged stressfully on a loose strand of her fringe. "They don't rest! They—".

"Enough", one of your palms moved to carefully blanket Evie's, instantly rendering her into a silence. "Forget it. Forget it all tonight. It's Christmas Eve".

The softest swipe of your thumb over her knuckles placated any argument, Evie pinning you with a pensive and tired glare before her shoulders slumped in resignation at your unwavering resolve. You were anything if not more stubborn than her twin.

Without much difficulty, the older Frye allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Sitting for the many hours passed had done little to aid her posture, leaving her muscles unnaturally exhausted of their energy and bones riddled with stiffness.

"Office work does not become you, Miss Frye", your giggle was soon mirrored by hers.

"I'm glad you think so. My bones seem to agree with you".

"Lucky for you, it's hardly the weather to be chasing down Templars. However,—", her brows rose in intrigue when you trailed off, finally bringing your other hand forth from behind your back. "— you may find the weather more fitting for this".

In one of your hands was a steaming mug of mulled wine that you'd managed to smuggle from the celebration, its fragrant spices drawing the elder Frye back to her childhood days in Crawley. Building snowmen with Jacob and cutting down pine trees in the woods.

In your other palm, there was a small and well-decorated box that you'd pulled from your pocket, patterned simply with a red ribbon binding the label which read clearly,

'To Evie.

With love, from (Y/n)'.

Offering both to her, you had the honour of watching her familiar icy blues change in their observation of you. Twisting with a fondness and mixture of shock that you'd never previously witnessed from her.

"Merry Christmas, Evie".

Moisture prickled in the brunette's eyes, quickly dismissed in the flutter of her lashes. "I can't believe you—".

About to placate her, you hardly expected Evie to cross whatever space there was between you, drawing your frame against hers in a kind embrace that nullified the winter's harsh and lingering chill.

"Evie, your mulled wine—", you tried to object whilst you steadied yourself with her, soon realising that you were perfectly safe and balanced. That her beverage wouldn't spill and burn you both.

The moments drifted in the comfort of her arms, seeming to end too soon when she at last pulled from you with misty hues.

"You didn't honestly think that I would forget you?".

Evie choked a laugh in the dismissal of her tears, "By my not attending the festivities, I thought that I'd given you the uninentional presumption that I'd forgotten you".

"No", your smile remained kind, admired keenly by Evie's sharper gaze. "You gave me the presumption that I'd have to drag you from your papers kicking and screaming. Didn't I succeed?".

"You've gotten further than Jacob ever has", she conceded, feeling the lightness of the gift being tucked beneath her fingers.

"Open it", your encouragement made her blink.

"But, it's Christmas Eve?".

"This one is special". You squeezed her hand in assurance. "Trust me".

It was with a slow apprehension and deep care that Evie untied the ribbon, lifting the shallow lid to the box in her palm. You delighted in the wonder that arose within the crystalline glare of her gaze as her fingers lifted the delicate trinket from the box.

The silver chain caught the light around you, twinkling softly like the stars under her scrutiny. Charms jangled, tied and melded into the precious metal with a precision that left her speechless.

"Did you—".

"I did", you nodded. "I learned from Henry. It's a lucky charm bracelet. I made its design so that it could also adorn your hidden blade, if you wish".

"I do, please!", Evie's insistance was paired with the instant offer of her forearm, on which you then fastened the glittering jewels to her bracer.

"I chose this colour", you murmured, tracing a finger along one of the stones. Pale blue and cut to be shaped like a heart. "Reminded me of your eyes".

Your gaze darted up, instantly catching hers. Like the striking chill of winter, or the bubbling streams anew in spring.

"Why did you shape it that way?", her ask was barely audible, as if speaking any louder would shatter any hope of a genuine answer from you.

"I carved it that way to represent my heart. My goodwill to you, Evie. To give you luck when you need it. Maybe, in the hopes that you might be reminded of me from time to time, if you ever go back to Crawley".

Your stomach twisted with the prospect of a possible rejection whilst the brunette huffed a breathy laugh. "How foolish you are, to believe that I'd ever be capable of forgetting you".

You swallowed nervously, feeling your throat becoming taut with the slow smile that crept onto her freckled cheeks. A realisation passed between you both in that moment. That this wasn't some fiction or delusion, or simple and fleeting curiosity. This was real. Fortified further by the gentle tug of her arm, slowly allowing the hand lingering upon it to fall into hers.

"You are far too entangled in my heart for me to ever let you go", she whispered, fingers weaving to intertwine with yours. "How could I ever leave?".

With the lightest pull from Evie, your feet stumbled forwards on autopilot, chest coming to meet flush with hers.

The cold that encompassed your lips dissipated with the soft breaths that cascaded over them, soon swallowed entirely by warmth as her mouth claimed yours. Gently, ardently, riddled with hesitation.

Your hands reliquished their grip at last on the mug, shattering when it hit the floor nearby, paying no mind to it whilst Evie craned you backwards, leading you to the couch just behind.

Falling upon the plush surface, you understood now why Jacob found it so comfortable. Evie blinked when her lips pulled from yours,

"Hang on, I forgot to get you a present—".

"I don't know", you mused, dancing a finger along the collar of her shirt. "I have a feeling that I'll like unwrapping this one much better".

♡ °•° ♡ °•° ♡ °•° ♡ °•° ♡

Lydia Frye

"Miss Frye".

"Mr Churchill", Lydia acknowledged with a curt nod, fiddling with the bracer of her hidden blade.

"I trust, the mission went well??".

"Exceptionally", she nodded, watching the warmth of relief meeting the Prime Minister's eyes. "The spies at the north gate have been eliminated. Rooks now stand vigil. If we are to endure an attack, we will surely see it coming".

"It seems London is once again indebted to you, Miss Frye", Winston mused. "Is there not anything we can offer you in return?? Consider your previous request in the works. I have my best people ensuring that London will one day bear true equality to the women of our beloved nation".

Lydia was pensive, gnawing the inside of her mouth. Unable to ignore the pressure of the worries eating at her every thought.

Hesitantly, she pulled a letter from her green overcoat, offering it forth to a bewildered Winston Churchill. His steady hands took the parchment, sparing it a look only to whom it was from. "(Y/n) Frye?", his gaze darted up to Lydia's.

"She's an Assassin working to aid the front", the brunette elaborated. "She has written me one letter a week without fail since her deployment. It has been two and a half weeks, and I have no word. Not even from my best men".

"You worry for her wellbeing?", Churchill questioned with a concern similar to Lydia's. "There is a war on. Perhaps, the couriers—".

"I recieve these letters by different means, Mr Churchill. I am scared for her life. No one loves Christmas more than she. And with that on approach— I've heard nothing. Not even a whisper".

"I see", his lips pursed in thought, nodding in his understanding.

"Mr Churchill, if there's one thing I wish, it's for her to be found and brought home safely".

"I will begin an investigation at once", he assured her, smiling at the numbers written under your signature. "Smart girl. She has signed off with her last longitude and latitude coordinates for us, which gives us a good place to start covering ground".

"Thank you, Sir", Lydia released a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.

"I only ask for patience and understanding at this time, Miss Frye", Churchill offered a compassionate smile. "Be aware that it is hardly unusual for people to go missing in warzones and this investigation may take some time. I will page you with any findings I come across. We will get your sister home, if we can. That is a promise".

"She's not my sister, Mr Churchill", the brunette nodded in her parting, lifting her hands to raise her cowl. Winston only had to dart his keen gaze to one of them, instantly realising the truth upon seeing the silver band sitting on her left ring finger.

You weren't Lydia Frye's sister— you were her wife.

Weeks had passed with no word from yourself or in regards to the investigation. Lydia grew more anxious with each day that silence claimed.

"Wipe that worried off your face, Lydia Frye", she snapped from her daze with her grandfather's voice pulling her to reality. "Your fretting is making me fret".

The brunette giggled at the lighthearted expression on his weathered features, "Apologies, Grandfather. I had no idea such things were contagious".

"I have spent days worrying over others. It does not do well to dwell on these things, Sweetheart. My heart tells me that they'll find (Y/n) and bring her home", Jacob sighed. "Evie and I trained you both. I know your capabilities more than most, as well as hers. (Y/n) is strong and forthright. If I know her as well as I think, she is fighting to get home to you".

"I feel helpless, Grandfather", Lydia's smile saddened. "All I can do is wait and it kills me to not be able to—".

"Walk in there, guns blazing to get her out?", Jacob drawled with his peppered brows raised knowingly. Lydia's mouth parted to speak, opening and closing as if in shock that her grandfather knew her better than she knew herself. "You see?", he laughed. "That's the Frye blood in you. The urge to jump into danger, without thought if it means saving someone else".

"You think that I should resist it?", she cocked a brow expectantly.

"No", Jacob's head shook with that signature Frye grin. "I ask you to use it wisely. Pair it with an unholy amount of patience, if you must. But, if it's one thing I know, it's that you and (Y/n) are blessed to have each other".

Lydia's smile flourished again, if only for one thoughtful moment, "Christmas will not be the same without her".

"I don't doubt that either".

Lydia returned to the big city, to her home in London in time for Christmas Eve after making merry with her grandfather over many days in the countryside. Always, his visits were uplifting, reminding her of her rebellious youth beside you.

Easily, she was able to recall your shared studies together, seated on the grassy plains just outside her grandfather's property. Braiding your hair and weaving friendship bracelets from daisies and forget-me-nots.

Your first kiss in the cool spring breeze, swearing yourself to her side. If Lydia chose the destiny of an Assassin, you decided the same fate for yourself.

You'd spent every Christmas together since you were both five years old. Now, you had quite literally disappeared from the face of the Earth, leaving Lydia beside herself in preparation for a night she'd decided to spend patrolling the streets during whatever festivities that were being held.

Refastening her bracer, the brunette finally relented to the idea of taking this walk in the open air, if only to forget the absence of your warmth in your now cold house.

Opening the front door, Lydia froze, sure that she was hallucinating. There, you stood on the frosty street, hand raised to knock on the door of your own home.

Your hair was messily braided, strands matted together in a mixture of ash, gunpowder and mud. Dark circles sat under your usually bright hues, clothes battered and one arm carefully cradled in a sling.

"(Y/n)?", Lydia blinked, her words no more audible than a breath.

To your sore and heavy eyes, your wife was a gift. Mouth parted, the glittering hazel in her hues growing wide in her shock and porcelain skin marred with the obvious lines of worry that only did more to pronounce her beauty.

Having only emerged recently from the horrors of the warzones, from the violence and unlimited dangers you were forced to face on the daily— including your injuries, you trembled. You could hardly believe you were home, alive, never to go back.

Your chest tightened suddenly, face crumpling with the tears you'd long been holding in since you left for the battlefields. "Lydia", you choked out, stumbling the remaining few steps between you on weak legs.

Her arms engulfed you eagerly within seconds, suffocatingly tight. "You're alive!", you heard the wonder and relief in her sobs as she clung to you. "I've missed you, I— I was so worried that you—".

"I know. I know—", you stammered, gasping for breath through your tears. "We were ambushed by Templars some weeks ago. I couldn't save everyone— I couldn't—".

"Shh, now", Lydia hushed you, pulling back to cradle your face in her palms. So warm and full of life. Just as you'd remembered in your dreams. "What matters is, you're home safe".

Her smile, just as wicked as her grandfather's, ensnared you all over again. You waited no longer, taking her lips in a fervent and long-awaited kiss beneath the dangling mistletoe.

"You must have missed me just as much", Lydia offered a lighthearted joke, gasping through the next contact of your lips.

Your mouth curled against hers, murmuring, "Winston Churchill sends his regards".

"Bless his heart", Lydia sighed, eyes growing misty once more. "He really did it. He got you home on Christmas Eve".

"So did you", you breathed out, watching it crystallise in the breeze around you. "No one would have found me— thought to look for me, if it weren't for you. You never gave up on me, Lydia".

"I never will", her forehead met yours, gaze as adoring as the day you'd stood in your own private altar in the countryside. "Not ever".

Her lips warmed the tip of your nose, irking you to giggle. "Going somewhere this evening?", you bit your own lip to restrain your teasing smile.

"No", Lydia's head shook with her own devious smile. "At home with the wife tonight. We have a lot of catching up to do this Christmas".

The End. . .

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|Jacob Frye x Reader| (smut)

I just noticed that,on there on Tumblr,there are few smuts about Jacob (biggestliethatIevertold),and well...LATELY I HAVE SEEN SO MANY ONE SHOTS ABOUT HIM AND AND I COULDNT HELP MYSELF VA BENE?Understand me.But hey...only one little (hahah,sure,this is so long,so get comfy and take your time) smut will not hurt anyone,right? ;) Also,this is my first time publishing an One-Shot on Tumblr so huh,if this one will go well,why not,I can also publish the other I have already on Wattpad.Who knows.So sì,enjoy ;)

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• Jacob Frye • |Pleasure|

The prompt for this one:""It was...funny,I have to admit it"

*kindly reminded that the gif is not mine ^^ *

The sharp sound of a horse's hooves and the thunderous sound of the wheels of a carriage suddenly resonated in that dark avenue,illuminated only and exclusively by the soft and ashy light of the moon that,emerging from behind the grey clouds,appeared again after a heavy downpour.The two female Assassins were side by side,patiently waiting for the arrival of the carriage that would take them to Buckingham Palace,where there would be a dance,in which also and especially the Grand Master Templar Starrick would participate:it was the only good opportunity to kill him,and prevent him from taking possession of the Piece of Eden,which for a long time the female twin was looking for.

Evie,constantly with a serious and composed face,had her arms crossed to the chest,triggering her eyes ice color to the right and left;despite being so cruel and thoughtful,the delicate and sober red dress that she wore made her look even more beautiful,if possible.

Y/n instead,unlike her friend,had a serene and relaxed face while she was busy looking at her image reflected in a puddle of water in front of her,but trying with all her heart not to be seen anxious: she felt tremendously vulnerable without her faithful weapons,and also felt very clumsy in that f/c dress she was wearing at that time,limiting her to do even some simple gestures and actions.

"Of course he'd arrive in that" the bitter and deep voice of Evie interrupted the religious silence that embraced the two women,resonating in some infinite echoes in that isolated alley.Y/n quickly raised her head,stopping to look at her twisted reflection on that puddle,thus managing to see the expression to say the least annoyed and sassy of the Assassin:following her gaze,the young woman leaned her careful gaze on the carriage that,pulled by a white horse and led by a sad coachman,with a calm pace,stopped in front of them.

Sergeant Abberline,dressed in the clothes of the Royal Guard that the male twin had previously given him,came out of the carriage and stopped in front of the two women,immediately assuming a straight posture.On his face appeared even a small and almost invisible,satisfied and proud smile,to say the least,when he found himself being subjected to the eyes of the Assassins.

"Miss Frye,Miss L/n" the Sergeant politely greeted,slightly lowering his head as a sign of respect,his low and purely gentle voice that gently raised the corners of her mouth in a genuine smile.

But the sound of other steps caught her attention,making her head turn quickly;and her heart immediately stopped beating,when her gaze rested on that of the younger twin:Jacob,standing in front of the carriage door,was dressed in a simple but at the same time elegant and attractive black evening dress,all completed by a white shirt and a simple red scarf that he had slightly but correctly,tied around his neck.

No type of top hat was placed on his head,revealing in this way his almost wild hair that,well combed,he had arranged with care,unlike all the other times that fell on the sides of his face.But the eyes of the young woman did not stray from that simple red scarf that,with all hee regret,prevented her from seeing a part of his chest that,most of the time,he kept slightly exposed.

And an invisible and almost transparent veil of nostalgia stood in front of her e/c eyes when,continuing to look at that scarf,she thought back to his ruffled tie that,usually,he kept almost hanging from his neck in a sloppy and casual way:immediately she found herself thinking,remembering,the hundreds and almost endless times that she pulled him vehemently to herself through that tie,violently matching their mouths in passionate and ardent kisses.

But after returning with her feet on the ground and after stopping to remember those sweet and not chaste memories,the young woman raised a blushing look on his face and,finally and with so much excitement and emotion from the male Assassin,their eyes met:if before she felt vulnerable and helpless without her weapons,when Jacob began to scrutinize her intensely and deeply with those two dark hazel eyes,she felt nothing short of naked before his. penetrating gaze.

The younger Frye teamed her from head to toe with a look that,from strangely composed and serious,immediately became veiled with malice,desire and even lust when he saw her in that f/c dress:it was the first time in his life that he saw Y/n wearing a dress,as he was always used to seeing her in pants and dresses of Assassin.It was a simple dress,which highlighted her hips and her delicate curves and that,with his supreme pleasure,put in plain sight her chest;and many times,unconsciously,his starving gaze fell on the neckline of the dress,stopping even a few moments to scrutinize it carefully,even fantasizing and making some sinful thoughts,and then resume the light of reason and move his evidently embarrassed look elsewhere.

He wanted her tremendously,never as this time,he felt the desire,the irrepressible and unique need to touch every part and hidden corner of the body,savor her lips and everything she had to offer.He wanted to make her his own and his only,in all ways possible to him.And he would have done so at that precise moment,of it had not been for the presence of his sister and Freddy,who meanwhile,while the two were busy scrutinizing intensely and sinking into each other's eyes,looked at them with confused air,waiting patiently.

Evie,raising her eyes to the sky in an almost exasperated and tired gesture,sonorously lightened her voice in such a way as to gain the attention of the two lovers.Slamming his eyelids a couple of times, he shifted his gaze from that of Y/N,and then give a annoyed expression to his sister.

"Hand him your weapon.We must enter unarmed" suddenly uttered Jacob with a serious voice,pointing to Abberline with a vague gesture of the hand who,when he was nominated,jumped at attention,then turned to the famale Frye.

She did not open her mouth and not a single word left her lips,limiting herself only to pointing with a straightforward gesture of the hand to a leather bag that,standing on the ground next to her,contained her arms and clothes.Then, after casting a look to say the least cold and flat at Jacob,she began to walk with fast and plush steps towards the carriage,and then enter in and sit down.Y/n looked at her with a confused but also sorry air:the female twin,most likely,was still very thoughtful and even shaken by the ugly and violent quarrel she had with her twin.

The male Assassin waited for her partner to come inside,after politely and kindly placing her hand to help her get on,but as soon as her soft and delicate skin came into contact with that of his rough and calloused hands,his heart lost some beats.The young woman smiled at him gently,even winking at him....and,he was wrong,or was also a persuasive and sensual gesture,what he saw?So,braking with all the strength that could possess that immense desire to pull her to himself,to say the least selfishly,he sighed slightly before entering,closing the door and give a tap to the roof of the carriage,giving a sign to the coachman to move.

The journey was quite short and silent,but an evidently heavy and even aggressive atmosphere lingered in the carriage between the two twins Assassins who,sitting facing each other,trying with all themselves not to meet their looks:the female looked distractedly out of the window,sighing thoughtfully from time to time;the male,to slightly dampen that strange and uncomfortable situation,began to tell with no small dose of grit how he managed to steal the tickets and the carriage from Gladston,stopping suddenly to make bitterly ironic comments when he saw,with the corner of his eyes,some bizarre clothes of old ladies with strange hats walking through the streets of London....thus obtaining some purely amused laughter from the young woman.

And every time he heard her laughing in such an amused way and joyfully smiling at what he said,he could not deny that he felt a great pride growing inside him,knowing that it was him and only him who gave birth to a smile on those rosy lips.And,if the atmosphere between the twins was totally cold and flat,between Jacob and Y/n it was totally the opposite:all they did was look intensely and deeply,digging into each other's eyes in search of a common,intimate and sensual feeling that made them increase the beating of their hearts and that made their soul burn strongly.

He,who did nothing but look at the neckline of Y/n with veiled eyes with what the young woman distinguished was malice and lust,torturing his hands in a persistent and continuous way,moving his leg frantically and in a very nervous way to say the least.

She,who kept biting her lower lip between her teeth until a few drops of blood came out,looked with her deep e/c irises head-to-toe at Jacob with short breath.Both of whom were forcibly holding back,fighting with all their willpower,the unstoppable desire to throw themselves into each other's arms and show their hidden love,which would soon emerge.

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The carriage suddenly slowed down its pace until it stopped in front of the big gate at the west entrance of Buckingham Palace,and the three Assassins knew that they had finally arrived at their destination.Y/n peered slightly and discreetly from outside the window,seeing that one of the two guards on either side of the gate approached their carriage with quick steps.The coachman then,as soon as the guard approached and nodded at him with his head,stretched his arm and showed him the tickets.The Royal Guard,after examining them quickly,stretched his hand towards the carriage after taking a fleeting look inside this.

"Go on in,sir and madam" he proclaimed with a high and authoritative tone,taking a few steps back as soon as the carriage began to move and the three Assassins took the liberty of breathing again,taken slightly by anxiety at the thought that something might go wrong.But Y/n,once again looking out of the window,recognized two figures:it was the Gladstone couple who,waiting,quarrelling and trying to persuade the second Guard.

"What in the blazes is our carriage doing here?" Mr. Gladstone's loud,radiant and hoarse voice quickly reached the young woman's ears,rumbling in the air as if it was a thunder,when he realized that his personal carriage was right there.Almost immediately Y/n threw an accomplice and amused look at Jacob who,in response,lifted a corner of his mouth in a smug and mocking smile,assuming a sly expression and to say the least proud while he put even more comfortable on the upholstered seats.

The carriage passed through the high and imposing gates,continuing its way with a slow and calm pace,finally arriving at its destination.Other carriages were in front of them,thus forming a long and quiet queue that flowed.Y/n looked with curious eyes but also attentive to everything around hernobles and old women with obviously expensive clothes walked arm in arm with their husbands;royal guards inspected and scrutinized everything and everyone with a cold and flat look,standing still and silent at their respective places.

And while the young woman was intent on looking out of the window with an absorbed and attentive air,Jacob's voice suddenly reached her ears,making her turn to his side as a result.

"Did I hear something?" he asked with a purely curious voice,narrowing his eyebrows in a confused expression while he was looking intently at his twin;but the young Assassin managed to distinguish what was irony and excitement that made his hazel eyes sparkle quickly.

"No.Just the voices in your own head" his sister answered him coldly,not even deserving him of a look,because too busy,even her,to scrutinize from the window.Meanwhile,their carriage was reaching the entrance of a small living room which would lead to the courtyard,where the ball would take place.

"And yet,they are so much more pleasant than yours" Jacob replied with a loud voice and in a cheeky way,smiling brazenly and purely amused when he saw his sister raising her eyes to the sky in a gesture to say the least exasperated.

All of a sudden their carriage stopped suddenly,stopping in front of the main entrance,faithfully kept under control by the guards who,being on both sides of the door,were motionless and impassive.Opening the door,Evie was the first to come out of the carriage and quickly Y/n followed her,being careful not to stumble and not to get tangled in that large and even cumbersome f/c dress.

"Charming" the older twin scolded him in a paternal and annoying tone,taking some slow steps forward while already inspecting with discreet air the place around her.

"Aren't I?" the younger twin puffed with a proud,sardonic and insolent voice,also coming down from the carriage,but Y/n,with the corner of her eye,was able to see something that made her very curious:Jacob,cautiously and quickly,made a gesture to say the least inviolable to the coachman and then mimicked something with his mouth that, unfortunately,she could not understand.

"I shall go and find the Piece of Eden" Evie suddenly proclaimed,her ice-colored eyes full of determination and which she made pass coldly from her brother to her friend.

"As you whish.I am off to meet Freddie" he answered her with a flat and neutral tone,making a vague sign with his hand,indicating the roofs.

"Y/n,you'll come with me" Evie said,turnimg to her friend with a calm and gentle voice,a light and ghost of a smile that lightly illuminated her face covered with freckles when she received confirmation from the young woman.Giving one last and quick,sospicious look at her brother,she turned around and,with fleecy and fast steps,began to walk on the long and velvety red carpet to the garden,from where she could already destine a music,which did as if from a delicate background to that heavy atmosphere.

And Y/n,without turning around and giving one last sweet smile to her lover,made to move and follow her friend in the garden,but a strong and rough hand suddenly grabbed her by the wrist and immediately her back slammed not a little violently against someone's wide chest.The young Assassin,thinking that ot might be an enemy,began to struggle to escape the grip that,on the contrary,did nothing but strengthen and tighten more:but her heart,if it was palpitating quickly before almost wanted to get out of her chest,began to calm down and the anxiety and fear that had grazed her before,disappeared immediately when that hand began to weaken the iron grip on her.

And then the young woman,almost immediately,recognized that gentle,delicate and unique touch,which always made her feel protected and safe and that among a thousand others would easily recognize:that familiar,velvety and special touch of the hand that slid slowly and sensually on her side,this time attracting her gently to himself.

"Oh,ts,ts,love,where are you going?" hundreds and if not endless and eternal shivers ran down her back,when Jacob's deep,low and hoarse voice reached her ear.Y/n tried in vain to get out of his grip,so as to see his face and try,in some way,to understand what he had in mind;but before the young woman could only open her mouth,a single word could not leave her lips,because the Assassin preceded her lightly.

"Before going...what about to stay a little bit more inside the carriage...only with me?" he whispered,when Jacob's deep, low,hoarse voice reached her ear and the female Assassin could hear and distinguish what was a smile in his tone.

"The both of us...all alone,with no one else..."Jacob continued,whispering soothingly,a malicious suggestion in his voice,then began to rub his bearded cheek on the smooth skin of her neck as if to persuade her,leaving a single but wet kiss behind her ear while,imprudently,he wandered his hands along her back:his fingers played with the tight laces of the woman's f/c dress,then began to untie the knots that kept them tied to each other.

Y/n,with a sudden force that was born inside her,managed to escape from his temptress taken and,turning on his side,took a few steps back to carefully scrutinize his face:his hazels and deep eyes had been strangely obscured by a thick veil that,unfortunately,did not allow her to understand well his true intentions.But the female Assassin was able to distinguish a glimmer that shone ardently and lightly in his orbits,when his eyes rested,for the umpteenth time in that endless evening,on her neckline,and,as if that were not enough, the corners of his lips rose in a mischievous and luxurious and amused when,after making a nod with his head pointing to the inside of the carriage,received a look to say the least shocked by his lover.

So,looking at him with her eyebrows narrowed in an expression of disapproval,she proclaimed authoritatively:

"I hope that you're just joking,we really can't do this before the mis...J-Jacob!" and if her voice,at the beginning,was high,proud and determined,when the male twin quickly and suddenly took her by the arm and shove her inside the carriage,became nothing less than a sharp,purely surprised and amazed exclamation.

Her head hit hard against the leather seats,but did not cause her any pain,just closing her eyes for a few moments.But as soon as she heard that the carriage all of a sudden began to move with a fast pace and so moving away from the entrance of the garden,Y/n opened her eyelids and immediately from her mouth came out another amazed exclamation when,in front of and above hee,she found Jacob,who looked at her with the malice that was now clearly visible in his eyes.

Bringing a hand to her chest as if to calm her fierce heartbeat,Y/n sighed heavily and then returned to watch the younger twin with serious and cold eyes,whose task was to conceal the fear but also the desire and need that she yearned for as ardently as he did.

"You really had to choose an occasion like this,to do...do..." she started to stammer with a slightly trembling voice,thus transcending the serious and authoritative expression that had shown before,somewhat to scare Jacob,who did nothing but chuckled purely amused,a deep laugh that made him vibrate his chest,as the woman seemed surprised and amazed at that time.

Shaking his head slightly,he stood on top of her quickly,sitting on the front seat,getting comfortable while watching her get up and adjust her dress slightly.

"To do what?" asked the male Assassin,raising an eyebrow in a questioning expression when he saw her lover suddenly closed in silence:she was intensely intent on watching his hands untie the light and sloppy knot of that red scarf around his neck,and then take it off permanently with a raised sigh and throw it to the side.

"So?" he inquisitioned her again,his purely curious voice,patiently waiting for hee answer,slightly widening the neck of the white shirt,revealing even more in this way his collar bones.Y/n could not do anything,except looling carefully at his face,her e/c eyes which,with great satisfaction from the young Frye,began to shine intensely with what was,of course,lust.

"You know well what,Jacob" she finally replied in a low voice,her slightly bored tone,noisily swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat,not removing her eyes from the hazel ones of him,thus arousing his hilarity.

"Care to englight me,my dear?" he replied with a mocking tone,half-closing his eyes in two slits and tilted his head slightly to the side,raising a corner of his mouth in a presumptuous smile,appetizing while playing slowly with the small buttons of the shirt he was wearing.

A sudden and unnatural silence took possession of the two Assassins who,silent and motionless as if they were statues,looked into each other's eyes, digging deeply into them.The sound of the horse's hooves no longer resounded in echoes in the dark alley where,now,the carriage was,not even the snaps of the whips of the coachman were most audible.Only a silence that,heavy,to say the least chilling and touchable,hovered between them,mixing with a visible and palpable lust and desire.The same silence that was interrupted,after the time that seemed eternally infinite,by a sudden,noisy and hasty steps,which gradually faded and disappeared in the darkness of the evening.

Y/n,suspicious of who those steps might be,moved in the direction of the window and,slightly moving the small red velvet curtains that covered the glass,she managed to see the curved figure of the coachman who,after a few moments,vanished into the cold embrace of darkness.So,closing the curtains,she turned again towards him,still firm and motionless,starting to look at him with an unscratchable look but,at the same time,intensely and overflowing with lust.

"I'm waiting" he was aware of everything,and they were both aware,they were more than sure they knew what they wanted:after all,she had no way out,if not to submit,succumb and willingly suffer what he had in store for her.

In a fast,lightning and clever movement,the young woman catapulted into the arms,ready and already open of the younger twin,towering in this way above him,taking strongly his soft bearded face between her hands,bringing closer their faces:their mouths suddenly joined in a passionate, ager and vehement kiss,born from the fervent and unstoppable need that both had within themselves and that,since they had placed their deep looks on each other,they had tried irresistibly to stop in some vain way.

While the two lover were still intent on showing their love and sensual need,Y/n came even closer to him,feeling the need to be closer to his body,almost wanting to melt and merge with him;her hands wandered from his face,behind his neck,pulling his brown locks of hair slightly when him,moving his chapped lips from the ones of her rosy on her neck,began to bite it slightly,thus leaving violet marks and signs:which he looked with a look certainly not lacking in satisfaction and pride.

The woman tilted her neck to the side,so as to give more space to him and his greedy lips and,although the space in which they was tight and uncomfortable,she wanted to create a kind of friction between them:she raised his legs and twisted them around the hips of young Frye but,making that gesture,the edges of the f/c dress she was wearing were torn off immediately,arousing concern and nervousness of her.

"Damn" Y/n whispered,taking a quick look at her dress,now split in two,allowing a glimpse of her legs.

"Don't worry about it,love.I would have torn it up sooner or later" Jacobwhispered in response with an hoarse,husky voice,not turning his eyes away from her neckline that,again and in a strange and tempting way,called him.But time was running out and him,despite his displeasure,could not undress her of everything and make her his in a properly way,as he had always wanted and dreamed.

So,taking the fact of the torn half-dress and of her temptress s/c skin who could glimpse from the torn edges as an unequal opportunity,Jacob silently slipped a hand on her thigh,while he jumped back on her mouth,yearning for another fervent kiss,hungered her lips.His calloused fingers caressed her smooth sc skin with a light,velvety and delicate touch,giving her shivers all along her back,making her almost tremble and losing her patience when his agile hand reached her inner thighthen going back up and starting his torture again.

But surely,even her hands did nothing but wander over his body:from gently caressing his face,to pulling his hair tightly behind his neck when,very often now,his fingers pressed insistently against the fabric of her underwear,making her swallow a throaty moan.And,somewhat to take a revenge,she quickly and vehemently tugged at his black overcoat,thus removing it,making him remain in nothing but his white shirt and his pants.

"S-stop te-teasing m-me,J-Jacob ..." Y/n stammered in a feeble and broken voice,her tone like a weak plea close to his ears.

"Oh and why?I'm enjoying seeing you like that,Miss" Jacob replied with a falsely curious voice,a note of malice and pure pleasure in seeing her suffer,waiting for him in such a heartbreaking way.And the female Assassin clearly could hear the smirk in the voice of the male,though she could not see it as his face was still and almost sunk in her collar bones.

"C-can you c-close y-your m-mouth f-for o-once...?" the young woman then murmured,and a load groan of pure dissatisfaction left her parted lips quickly and suddenly when his fingers,which had slipped inside her already soaked underwear,came out of it.But she did nothing but tie more strongly her legs around him,almost clinging desperately to his shoulders,which she held tightly with her sweaty hands.

"As you whish.But that's really a pity" proclaimed the younger twin with a sad voice and nothing short of disappointed,smiling in a cheeky way againts her skin,completely covered with red and purple marks and signs.

"W-why...?" Y/n asked with a thread of a voice,a barely audible whisper after which,for a few moments that seemed eternally endless,fell for the umpteenth time in that evening,an inhuman silence.

All of a sudden,Jacob slowly lifted his head out of her neck and finally their eyes,equally overflowing with lust,malice and desire,met and chained each other,digging deeply.His intense hazel eyes glistened with desire,while her e/c ones sparkled with adoration and love,other than passion.Then,if possible still in a slower way,he began to lean toward her cheek,until his lips touched her earlobe,his beard that tickled her slightly.

"Because that mouth can do many things,love" and her heart lost some beats,she stopped completely beating quickly in her chest,when he whispered that to her ear in a tempting,sensual way,as if admitting a persuading and sinful mischievous thought.Y/n noisily swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat,continuing to look at his hazel orbs with a look lost in nowhere;hundreds and if not millions of thoughts circulated confusingly around her head,fogging her mind if it wasn't for the hand of Jacob who,delicate,leaned on his hips,caressing him with his thumb.

"Surprise me" the young woman suddendly spoke,in her tone of voice distracting security,in her and e/c eyes the firm decision and,her face,full of immense confidence and endless,vast love for him who,with the same cunning and intense eyes,looked at her in an absorbed way.

"As the ma'am wants" he replied immediately,almost and to say the least submitting to the will of his woman,ready to show her how much love,kindness and passion he had in store for her.

So,by matching again their lips where their tongues joined in a sensual and lively dance,Jacob in a quick gesture,made her lie down along the leather seats,with him above her.And while he was towering over her,with both hands at the sides of her face,he began to leave a trail of light kisses along her face,neck and chest;his touch like the one of a feather on her smooth and delicate skin,tracing with his finger tips her curves under the dress,which was quickly moved and rolled up to her knees by the same hand.

Leaving his lips off his s/c skin in a lazy and painful way to say the least,Jacob began to slip further and further down,until he found himself kneeling between the legs of the female Assassin,placed both his callouses and big hands on her knees and slowly began to open them,his fingers caressing her knees in the meantime while his eyes did not leave even for a moment her e/c ones....until,once her legs were open enough,the younger Frye lowered his gaze on her still clothed womanhood,and then raised a corner of his mouth in a mischievous and impudent smile.

Y/n,who in the meantime was holding herself slightly up thanks to the elbows she had placed on the seats,watched his hands disappear under her dress,from which Jacob immediately kicked out her underwear,which he threw away in a sloppy and unheeding way.And she began to become impatient,anxious,wanting that moment to come once and for all,not wanting him to make her wait in such a tremendous,almost painful way...everything about her,in her and in her body,showed the impatience,the will and the need that she strongly felt,and he pleasantly contributed to this in a shameless way:he was doing it on purpose.

The girl began to shake slightly for the strange and unique emotion that was born inside her,when she finally saw Jacob's head disappear under her dress;a ghost of a smile made her smile when she heard the soft sideburns of him tickling her inner thighs;a throaty and low moan escaped her from her parted lips when she perceived his warm and serene breath over her womanhood.She was tired of waiting,and he knew it.

"J-Jacob..." and immediately after the umpteenth,but last but not least,low and pleading moan came out of her lips,he made the first contact with her aching and already quite wet womanhood which,although done with extreme kindness and delicacy,made the young woman moan out loud,throwing her head back.

She bit her lower lip with force,almost dropping out a few small drops of blood,beginning to moan more and more and in an ever higher way when he began to kiss and lick her most intimate and sensitive part,moving with wet movements further down,touching her folds,poking them with his tongue,sucking and biting them sometimes.And if before his mouth,his movements were gentle and soft on her womanhood,in no time and when he realized that his lover wanted more and more,they became faster,more passionate,almost as if he was hungry for her.

Never in her whole life had Y/n experienced unique and unthinkable sensations like those she was experiencing now;the same emotions,the same immense and boundless pleasure that he was giving her:it was impossible,simply extraordinary and,to say the least,strange of how Jacob was able to make her feel those sensations;it was impossible like him,and only him,made her beat her heart crazy,made her tremble.The young woman's mind,now,was nothing more than immersed in total chaos,just fixed to the thought of him in the middle of her legs,his tongue which was delving into her depths,his fingers that were busy to rub and caress the residence of her nerves.

The same finger that,moving from her clit,crawled along her wet folds,and then slipped inside her,her thight walls stretching around his finger,which started to slide in and out of her,causing the young woman to moan and groan in completely pleasure.

She arched her back,bucking her hips up,taking his head and bringing him even closer to her womanhood,almost trapping him between her legs.Jacob,on the other hand,as long as he was too busy and concentrated to give the best of himself for her,groaned a bit and then grabbing with his free hand one of her hips and pin them again on the seat,holding them vehemently.

"Ahh,J-Jacob...p-please...yes!" she whispered in a murmur,and then cried out in a blisfull pleasure,gripping his brown locks with a weak force.The young Frye,with that cry almost desperate but full of lust,deteached a bit from her aching and needy womanhood to get up a bit and look at her expression:her forehead was full of small but numerous drops of sweat that quickly ran along her skin,her chest - damn that neckline - that rose and fell continuously,panting,her open rosy lips from which came out many moans.

And it was totally useless to deny it to himself,but he was immensely proud to know that it was him who had given birth to those expressions,those emotions within her:that he was the only man in London,and most probably in the whole world,who could have her,who could love her,who could touch her,who could kiss her,who could taste her.

Then,seeing her face being contracted and trasformed with grimaces of pleasure,he decided to inserts a second finger,also returning with his head down amd adding more pleasure again.And,as her voice did nothing but increase,her moans just a loud scream which shattered like broken glass on the small walls of the carriage,he slides a third finger in.Curling his fingers inside her to try to touch that special spot,residency of her uncoming orgasm.

His lips,fiery,his hands,skilfull,his movements,fast.The same lips that were like fire on her most delicate and sensitive area,which sent endless shivers along her spine;his fingers,fast and light,came out and entered into her repeatedly,hundreds of times.

"Come for me,love" a low,hoarse and husky murmur suddenly reached Y/n's ears,a single delicate and yet authoritative whisper,obligation in the midst of moans,grunts and pants of her;and finally,after minutes that seem endless hours,the young woman reached her most absolute pleasure and that she would ever feel,trembling and wheezing like never before,a violent and vehement wave of emotions overwhelmed her as she clung to Jacob as if he was her only reason for salvation.

Throwing her head back for the umpteenth time on the comfortable seats on which she was still lying,the girl was lulled and let go to the horde of those feelings that flowed quickly in her veins:she felt alive,she felt energetic even if,at the same time,she was dying from fatigue,closing her eyes for a few seconds,trying to catch her breath,the lungs that burned in her chest,her dry throat,the muscles of the legs that begged for mercy.

She reopened her eyes again,making her gaze wander through the whole carriage:Jacob's red scarf,together with his black overcoat,was leaning in a sloppy and disorderly way along the other seat;the windows,still kept slightly darkened by the red velvet curtains,were tarnished.Then,she placed her tired but satisfied gaze on Jacob's smug and brazen face,beginning to look at him with gratitude as she carefully scrutinized his face:his nose and his beard were slighlty wet and coated with her juices,which made the young woman's cheeks quite red;his hair,now no longer tidy as they were before,fell on his face and in front of his eyes.

Once again they fell into a religious silence,if it had not been for her that was still slowly panting,trying in vain to calm her heartbeat.The passion,the desire,the smell of sweat and her strong colony hovered in the atmosphere,palpable,while the two lovers still looked intensely in the eyes,talking only and only with the use of the gaze.But the only thing,the only sound that interrupted that grave silence was a generous and pure 'thank you' said with a faint and calm voice by Y/n,and a light and delicate kiss by Jacob above her lips.

***Bonus!***

"Nha ah ah...where do you think you're going?" Jacob suddenly asked with a purely surprised tone,stopping the female Assassin who was about to come out of the carriage,frowning his eyebrows.

"Coming with you,perhaps?" Y/n replied in a wise tone,raising an eyebrow in an obvious way as she cast some suspicious glances around her.

"No,you don't even think about it,where do you want to go in a ripped dress?" he exclaimed with a loud voice,pointing with both hands at the torn edges of her f/c dress,making a small grimace with his mouth.

"Certainly it's not my fault" she defended herself promptly,putting on him a serious and composed look while he laughed amused.

"It seems that someone jumped on you...well,technically it's true" said the younger twin with a low tone,winking at a smile presumptuous and brazen,almost still mischievous.She loved his playful jokes,he could always give her a smile or make her laugh,even and especially in the most inconvenient moments.

"Wait here until I come back with the clothes and weapons,then you can come with me" Jacob calmly explained,pointing with a nod of the head to the carriage,smiling confidently and then take her hand,bring it near his mouth and put a quick and light kiss on the back, starting to walk away.

"Oh and...how was it,love?" the voice of male Assassin stopped her before she could enter the carriage again,and she turned in his direction,barely distinguishing the figure of him who was confused perfectly with the darkness of the evening.The girl lowered her head and,for a few moments remained silent,thinking of his question;then,raising her head and looking at him,se said:

"It was...funny,I have to admit it" Y/n confessed with a high and decisive voice,enough to be heard by him in the distance,smiling in a purely happy and sincere,blushing slightly at the memory of what happens a few moments earlier.

"Only funny?How disappointing!" the young Frye exclaimed loudly,bringing a hand to his heart in a gesture to say the least theatrical,pretending a wounded and disappointed expression:but he betrayed himself when,suddenly,a pure and amused laugh left his lips,which the light breeze that was in that evening carried to her,who joined his laughter.

And as he ran away,holding his red scarf tightly in his hand and giving it a few glances,Jacob chuckled for the umpteenth time,shaking his head slightly.

"Funny...next time we'll see if it'll be funny" he murmured to himself, sneering mischievously.

And who knows... maybe he had something in mind.And maybe,most likely,Y/n will try and feel more than fun.

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Okay,okay,let's take a breath.Done?Okay,bene...now,if you all don't mind,I want your honest opinion on this chapter,because it's the first time for me writing a smut,sooo...yes,I would like to know how it came out,if you liked it,because maybe...if this turned out good,I might write more with other characters,who knows...*wiggle eywbrows*.

And now,after all this and after that I died from too much embarrassment after writing that loooong chapter...addio!

(Also,I would have liked to tag someone for this,maybe some Jacob fans but uh,I pratically know no one here?Apart from two or three people.So,sorry not sorry gents ;/ )

[desmond69miles]

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[erismerald]

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𝐀/𝐍: Hello nymphs and demigods! After being away for a while due to mental and personal issues, I have regained my inspiration and motivation to write, so I decided before posting some of my new creations, to open my requests once again!!! I hope you are all well and wish you a wonderful week!!!

☽ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

☽ Samuel Drake (Uncharted)

☽ Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

☽ Moon Knight (That includes, Steven, Mark and Jake) (MCU)

☽ Jacob Frye (Assassins Creed)

☽ Connor (Detroit Become Human)

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☽ Jack Sparrow (P.C)

☽ Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

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[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Imagine...

Jacob riskily taking you in the middle of the night on one of the benches lining a bridge over the Thames.

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“Not sure how much longer I can hold back for the sake of appearances, love,” he husked into your ear, as he continued to move his hips in a gentle, rhythmic fashion. You could tell he was aching to let loose and just ram into you with reckless abandon and no regard for any passersby who may catch on to what you two were doing, but nevertheless, he remained subtle in his movements.

That wasn’t to say you weren’t struggling as well, though, as you tried to muffle your moans of pleasure with his hot, sinful mouth, letting the sounds drown down deep into his gullet.

He gave a drawn-out groan in return, the sound reverberating in his chest so much, that you could feel the vibrations against your own.

But the moment was interrupted when seemingly out of nowhere, the two of your heard a policeman admonishing someone not too far away from your spot.

The kiss was broken. Jacob’s hips went still. Panic flared up in your breast.

Still remaining inside you, he slowly lowered his body on top of yours. Pulling his hat down more over his brow, he then tucked his face into your neck, pretending to be asleep. Meanwhile, you pulled his coat up over your nose, in an attempt to hide your blushing cheeks, as your wide eyes patrolled the area.

‘Please don’t let him notice us,’ you prayed in your mind.

Gone were the sounds of breathless kisses and frictions by fondlings, now replaced with ones of the occasional carriage driving by and the steadily flowing river below you.

An eternity seemed to pass. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your breath.

But soon, the sound of brisk footsteps gradually fading into the distance joined the other sounds of the night, followed by a huge sigh of relief on your part.

Peeking up from under the brim of his hat, Jacob grinned at you, and you considered yourself fortunate that the streetlamp nearest to your position had forgotten to be lit.

[the-historywhore]

Hello! I have an Assassins Creed smut request for my good friend @creedsubmarine

Jacob Frye X Reader

Warning: Smut, masturbation

The train was empty, everyone gone except for one assassin. Jacob.

He was alone, reclined on the couch. Only clad in his trousers, and shirt. His chest, slightly exposed by an undone button on his shirt, heaved. He’d worked himself up again, those fantasies of you and him - you hadn’t even done anything in particular. It was the pure thought of you. He could almost taste the you, feel at his fingertips, he could almost feel the languid air of lust settle on to his skin.

He slipped a hand under the waistband of his jeans and underwear. Fuck. He palmed himself and felt himself become thicker at the thoughts of you running through his mind.

Jacob found he could no longer keep himself confined, he shuffled his jeans down and slid his underwear down just enough to free himself.

“Ah, fuck” He hissed, stroking his own shaft. “Y/N...” He moaned.

“Yeah, Jacob?” You called, rounding the corner, seeing him sprawled across the couch. “Jacob... ?” You dropped the book in your grasp.

Jacob whipped his head around and his eyes widened at the sight of your shocked expression - he vehemently tried to conceal himself.

Wordlessly, you strutted to his side and grasping his face and placing your lips on his.

He kissed back almost as soon as your lips were on his, the kiss was rough and passionate. His hand grasped at the base of your neck, his thumb affectionately traversing your jawline. You straddled his lap, continuing to kiss Jacob. Your noses bumped and sometimes you missed each others mouths with your kisses but neither of you seemed to care. You felt his desire press against your thigh as you pulled back to catch your breath.

“Why couldn’t you have done that sooner?” You asked. Jacob didn’t reply, he only continued to stare into your eyes, glinting and lust blown.

You stripped down, so that your bottom half was completely bare before the man you were infatuated with. Grasping his length, you pumped him a few times before straddling him once again and sinking down onto him. The both of you moaned at the friction.

Picking up a rhythm, you slid yourself up and down his shaft feeling bolts of pleasure jolt through your core.

“God” He moaned, trailing his finger tips up your sides and caressing every inch of your curves and leaving a fiery trail of desire in their wake.

You felt a familiar knot coiling itself in your gut, your chest began to heave and your pants became shallow.

“Jacob, oh, Jacob...” You moaned, he took your jaw into his palm and brought your eyes to meet his own.“I’m close” You admitted in a pant.

Jacob nodded and coiled his arm around you and took the helm. You leant on his chest as he thrusted into your core, working on bringing you and himself to the edge.

“Ah!” You squeaked as you felt that rapidly knotting coil in your stomach finally release, which sent shivers of pleasure and tranquility reverberating through you. Soon after, Jacob cried out, his own coil released which sent hot spurts of own his release filling you. The both of you sat like that for a while, panting and basking in the post-coital bliss of your endeavours.

And then you heard;

“Jacob! I’m back! I hope you haven’t trashed the place!”

“Shit.”

[kiatheinsomniac]

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Jack had been an ever-growing problem for you and Jacob as of late. He began as something that neither of you believed would really be an issue: your paths had crossed and then drifted away from each other, like intersecting lines that were destined to meet for a brief period of time and then never encounter one another again. 

This was how the two of you had expected fate to play out but it was not the case. First, the Rooks strayed from Jacob’s lead and they instead devoted their loyalty to Jack who had them infect London with his reign of terror, a city that the two of you – alongside Henry and Evie – had freed from the tyranny of the Templars just over two decades ago. You and your partner did all you could to try and regain your strayed friends and fighters, men and women you had once fought side by side with, but your endeavours were fruitless. 

Then, members of the brotherhood started showing up dead: all women and all killed gruesomely, in a fashion that would haunt not only the country but the world for generations to come. These were young women that you and Jacob had trained yourselves, young women who had been given a second chance at life and had all their potential torn from their hands with the blade of a mad, heartless killer. 

A mad, heartless killer born from the poor, abused boy that Jacob had trained with the intention of giving him a chance to make something good of himself, to be an Assassin. 

It’s safe to say that he had never meant for any of this to happen. 

It was the fifth killing that had really kicked Jacob into gear: Mary Kelly. You were doing all you could to help your lover in his quest to put an end to the terror that Jack was spreading around England’s capital city like a plague. You joined him in putting pressure on Arthur Weaversbrook to not publish the letters and give the serial killer undeserved notoriety that would only serve to strengthen his standing, you joined him in the investigations of the murders, in doing all you could to hunt down this initiate gone astray. 

But on a day that you have regretted ever since, you were at the police station, going through evidence that the investigating officers had found at Scotland Yard all while Jacob was out investigating the scene of the latest crime. You don’t know much of what happened next: only that Jacob left the scene and when you returned to your shared lodgings, they were in a state. There were clear signs of a fight and blood all over the floor that you could only pray didn’t belong to Jacob. But you knew better, you’d been an Assassin for decades by now. You conferred with Abberline to make sure that all his officers were on the lookout for Jacob who was now officially missing and presumed dead. But you couldn’t stand by that, not in your heart. Deep down, you’d like to think that you would know if he was dead, that Evie would know if he was dead. She had shared a womb with him and you shared your heart with him and the idea of him being dead just didn’t sit right with either of you. 

The moment Evie arrived in the city – having already been contacted by Jacob and yourself for help in the given circumstances – you cried as you met her on the docks and embraced her more tightly than you had ever held anything or anyone before. It wasn’t until the two of you were outside of your lodgings that your tears finally subsided and you were able to fill her in on everything that had been going on in her absence while she was in India. 

It was then that your work to hunt down Jack and find Jacob became a joint effort with Evie, the twin sister of your missing lover. It was a long and tedious effort as you scoured London of Jack’s lieutenants, looking for any lead that could point you to the whereabouts of the madman and consequently Jacob too. For the most part, you held an eerie feeling over you that some element of this was all some elaborate scheme, some game of cat and mouse where you were being led through a maze that would herd you right into the jaws of the sly feline that was stalking you. 

You hadn’t been entirely wrong in that sense as Jack led the two of you to Lambeth Asylum: the building in which he had spent a portion of his life and suffered a great deal of abuse. You had felt for him as you had always been able to sense the hardship Jack suffered when you and Jacob had been training him. But that didn’t justify all the harm he had caused and that’s why you joined Evie into the asylum that had something sinister in its atmosphere; a scent, a flavour, a weight, you knew not but you did know that something was wrong. 

The fight was hard-won and it took every ounce of stealth and tactic that you and your dear friend could muster, having to sneak up on Jack, having to immobilise the patients he set upon you with non-lethal weapons all while your own lives and safety were in jeopardy. It was not an easy effort at all but the two of you were the ones to come out of it victorious. The moment Jack breathed his final breath, Jacob was all you could think about. Covering up Jack’s identity as an Assassin wasn’t even an afterthought in that moment. All you could do was cradle Jacob’s half-limp body in your hands while Evie did the same on his other side, talking with Inspector Abberline while your thumb gently brushed over the dried blood beneath Jacob’s swollen eye. 

He looked weak as his unharmed eye gazed up at your face in the dimness of the cell, glancing between you and his sister as he listened to the sound of conversation that seemed so distant. The two of you murmured assurances to him that he would be ok as you helped him in your arms while officers of Scotland Yard cleared up the building and dealt with the journalists circling around like cultures to a carcass outside. You barely even registered the sensation of hot tears spilling down your cheeks when you finally had Jacob alive in your arms once more. 

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Since, Jacob has been brought to a hospital to be treated while he rests and recovers. You refuse to leave his side throughout the entire process. You even learn from the nurses how to change his bandages yourself. His most severe injuries were the broken ribs and his eye but you were just beyond thankful that he was only injured and not dead. You were unsure how you could live in a world in which he no longer existed. You help him to clean himself – first with a sponge bath as he lacks the strength to clean himself but then moving onto helping him into the bath back at the lodgings once he has healed enough and the nurses trust you to care for him, one of them dropping by every other day to check on his progress and your treatment of him. 

“I can do it…” Jacob groans when it feels as though every muscle in his body is protesting, aching painfully to punish him for even considering moving while he’s in this state. 

“But you don’t need to. I’m here to help.” You say as you ease him into the hot water and you hear the sigh of relief that spills past his lips when the steaming bath helps to alleviate the pains that wash like waves on a shore over his beaten body. You sit down on the stool beside the copper tub while you begin to cup water in your hands and pour it over his hair, his shoulders and back that are still healing from various wounds: some now resemble grazes but others have only just had their stitches removed. “I know it's frustrating to be like this, I know that you want to get out there and clean up the mess that Jack’s left behind. But Evie’s handling it and I’m handling you.” You say reassuringly. You watch Jacob’s eyes scrunch close, making him wince a little at his injured eye. It won’t ever heal properly and he’ll never be able to see out of it again, the two of you have since discovered. He is already planning on wearing a patch over it once his recovery is over and he heads back out into the world so that the two of you can join Evie in liberating London once more. 

“But you shouldn’t have to be handling me!” He bursts out and you’re not sure whether or not you’re surprised. It seems so unlike the matured Jacob you know to have outbursts like this or raise his voice around you. Beneath the wavering surface of the water, you see his hands clench into fists and then loosen once more as he takes a deep breath. “This never should have happened. You never should have been alone in the city with everything that was going on. You never should have had to face Jack without me by your side.” His voice chokes up with emotion and you watch his jaw tense for a moment as he reels all of his feelings in, not wanting to break down nor misdirect his frustration onto you. “I’m supposed to protect you. What sort of a man am I if I can’t protect the most precious thing in my life?” He asks as he turns his head to face you and you see the anguish across his face. 

Tenderly, you cup his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over the wrinkles in his features as you caress his cheek, wetting it with your hands and leaving a little shine in your wake. You lean down and softly kiss him, hoping to reassure him that you think no less of him in his current state by any means. 

“Jacob, you’ve done more than anyone could have possibly asked of you. You never meant for any of this to happen, none of it was your intent but you took responsibility anyway. Jack wasn’t just one man, my love. He had taken your Rooks, he had the patients in the asylum. He was a man with an army and you did well to stand your ground against him. I understand that you want to protect me but there’s only so much you can do as one human being and I don’t expect you to be able to move heaven and earth for me.” You smile fondly at him as you wet his hair and slick it back from his face. It’ll need a cut soon and he could do with a shave, you note to yourself as you slick back that one stubborn piece at the front that never wants to comply with the rest of its kind in sweeping away from Jacob’s face. “You’re perfect. You’re courageous, brave, strong.” You lean down to kiss him once more, a peck on his lips as you begin to lather soap into a washcloth to begin carefully cleaning his wounded body with. “You’re all I want, all I need.” 

Your words touch Jacob’s heart and he looks at you with an enamoured eye as you clean the upper half of his body with the washcloth, careful with his cuts, scrapes and bruises. You’ve learned by now where each one is, making a mental map of them like landmarks across his body and you expertly avoid each one in order to prevent him from feeling any unnecessary pain as he has already been hurt more than enough. 

He swallows hard as he lets you tenderly care for him in his vulnerable state. Vulnerability is not something Jacob had ever felt used to when growing up. There were a few heart-to-heart moments with Evie in their childhood but he never felt able to turn to his father for help and more often than not the emotional burden upon his spirit was the constant comparisons made between himself and his sister – for that reason, he felt as though he could never talk to Evie about this problem that’s haunted him for much of his life like a taunting poltergeist. 

But you’re not his father and nor are you Evie. You’re the woman who took the heart right from his chest and has held it close to her own ever since. Jacob realises he’s been staring for too long and he finally averts his eye away, glancing instead at the way the light reflects upon the wavering surface of the soapy water. He allows you to care for him in a way that no one had done for him since he lived with his grandmother when he was so very little. You’re his place of respite, his safe space, and moments ago he had almost tainted such a precious sanctuary with misdirected anger. He was angry, he was frustrated, he was traumatised, but none of that was your fault and you had done nothing but care for him since you had worked so diligently with his sister to rescue him. 

Once he’s all washed up, you help him out of the bath and wrap him in the bathrobe you had set upon the rack by the fireplace to warm up. You tie it at his waist and lean down to gently kiss over the scarred lid of his damaged eye. You’ve been making an effort to not shy away from it at all. You love Jacob, regardless of him being scathed or even if he weren’t entirely in one piece, you would always love him. You didn’t want to allow seeds of insecurity where they did not belong in the garden of your love for him. No scar of his could ever put you off him. 

You dip back into the bathroom for all but a moment to fetch the shaving kit and washbasin, setting them down on the dining table. 

“That is one thing I can do by myself.” He speaks up but you shake your head as you open the case and begin sharpening the blade. 

“Perhaps I want to do it for you?” You hum with a playful little smile tugging at the edges of your lips, “I’ve always found it quite romantic when I shave your face for you, don’t you feel the same?” You finish sharpening the blade and set it down while you gather up the barber’s cup and drop a disc of shaving soap into it. You wet the bristled brush and begin mixing it into the cup, working the soap into a foam. You raise a brow at Jacob as you do so. You know he’s still itching to get out into the city to help Evie try and rebuild the city you’d all once worked so hard to liberate. But he would only worsen his condition if he got to work before he had fully recovered. “Chin up.” You say with a little smile, meaning it in more ways than one. You didn’t want Jacob to be miserable during his healing period and you also needed to get a good angle of his face to begin applying the foamy shaving cream that you’d lathered up with the soap and brush in the cup. 

He listens to you and you guide his head back a little further with fingertips beneath his chin. Your touch sends little electric jolts through Jacob that then congregate in his heart and dance around it like some sort of maypole. The master assassin fell in love with you for many reasons and the way you make him feel young and alive is certainly one of them. 

He gazes up at you with his one eye as you tenderly apply the shaving cream to the lower half of his face, covering the short, unkempt beard he had grown, painting his skin a foamy white. You are in no rush to walk through this routine with him, wanting to take your time. There’s only so much to do in the lodgings while Jacob heals and you’re more than sure that the two of you are going to get bored of sitting in bed while he rests and playing card games together (you’re sure he’s started cheating just to tease you). He finally breaks eye contact with you when you set the brush back into the cup and take up the razor, turning his head to the side so that you can easily reach his right cheek and jaw. 

He lets his eyes close as he lets out a soft breath and simply delights in your touch. You’re cautious with the razor and the fingers of your other hand rest on the opposite side of his jaw as you hold his head steady, your touch soft and gentle. Jacob’s always been a tough man — even as a child he was all rough and tumble — but you offer him a softness that he never knew the extent of his yearning for until you walked into his life and then into his heart. That’s not to say that you can’t be firm with him because you most certainly have been when he’s plunged into some reckless plan or he’s acted out of line. 

You’re his very image of perfection, no matter how many flaws you might try to point out in himself. His mind is full of thoughts of you as the gentle sounds of scraping of the razor on his cheek is the only sound to fill the air alongside the small splash of water when you rinse the foamy shaving cream from the blade into the basin of water. Everything you do conveys the utter love and tenderness you hold for the master Assassin in your heart. You’ve been caring for him non-stop and Jacob knows he’s blessed to have a lover like you. 

You don’t comment on his pensive look as he moves his lips and jaw in whatever position necessary to give him a clean shave, assuming only that he is already making a list in his mind of all the things he needs to do with Evie in order to disband what is left of his gang-gone-astray and to return London to the safe and peaceful city that its people deserve it to be. 

However, a look inside Jacob’s mind would prove otherwise. In reality, he is reflecting on the time you spent working together just before he was attacked and abducted by Jack. He loves you with all his heart – and that’s something he can tell you aloud without ever doubting the verity of it for a moment – but the two of you live dangerous lives. The threat of something ever pulling you apart has always loomed over you but to finally be faced with death truly made the reality sink in. He thinks of the ring he still has stashed away in the pocket of his coat. While Jack had him locked up in his cell and he was unsure of whether or not he was going to die, one regret weighed more heavily on his heart than any other: he was going to die and he had never married you. 

Jacob knows that he doesn’t need rings and a wedding to prove that he loves you, to make your love more real in some way but the thought of being able to say he’s your husband. Yours. To have that on paper, to have everyone around you recognise the love you have for each other is something he sees as so special. He’s had the ring for a while now but he’s never found the right moment, never managed to muster up the courage. He’s a grown man but sometimes you make him feel like he’s just a boy and seeing a pretty girl for the first time. 

You finish shaving his face and you empty out the dirty water in the basin, refilling it so that Jacob can rinse the remainders of the shaving foam from his face by himself. He inspects your work in a little compact mirror you take out from your pocket and he makes it clear with his admiring expression that he’s proud of the good job you’ve done. With a smile (something that has been rare since you and Evie rescued him) he then looks up at you. 

“You ever considered being a barber, love?” He asks as he stands up. His hand rises to softly cup your cheek with calloused fingers as he leans in and kisses your opposing cheek, then the corner of your mouth and then gently upon your lips. You giggle a little and smile at his brighter attitude. He’s been so miserable and in pain recently that it’s a good change of pace to see that not only is he doing better physically, but he’s starting to recover mentally too. 

“If I did then I wouldn’t get to work by your side.” You quip back. Jacob bites back a smile and rests his forehead against yours, noses nudging together as his arms loop around your lower back and pull you closer, pressing the warmth of your body against his chest. His palms splay out and roam up and down your back in comforting patterns, ever on repeat as he just appreciates having you in his arms. His craving for this had burned him up like a hellfire trying to eat him from within when he thought he’d never see you again. He had always loved holding you but after thinking he would never get the chance to do this again, the word ‘love’ could no longer encapsulate the overwhelming feeling that burrows itself into every fibre of his being, becoming a very part of him. 

You lean your body further into his as the two of you just stand and sway on the spot for a while, arms wrapped around one another. Jacob feels your fingers play with the short hair at the back of his neck and he registers the sensation of your skin skimming against his. There is no ring on your finger and to him there is something just so wrong about it. You deserve to know how much he loves you, you deserve his love with a ring worthy of you, you deserve a big ceremony where Jacob gets to show everyone just how loved you are by him. But a part of him feels like he can’t propose yet still, not when he’s in such a state. But then when will the right time come? Will it ever come? 

He is no longer able to ponder such things when your lips meet his once more and his hands leave your waist to instead cup your face and hold your face, ensuring that you cannot pull away as he swallows your kisses down as though they’re more vital than oxygen. One of his hands slides to the back of your neck where it gently tangles in your hair while he feels your hands grab at his robe. 

“Are you… feeling well enough today?” You ask as you pull away just mere millimetres, lips still grazing against his when you speak, your breath fanning hotly over his mouth. You don’t want to excite him if he’s not yet healed enough to go through with this. He nods his head and steals another kiss from your lips, his eye lidded and simmering with lust as it gazes into yours. 

“Yes. I think… perhaps if you were the one taking the lead…” His hands glide down over your sides, pausing to squeeze your hips before then firmly grabbing your soft ass, giving you a playful little pinch there as he steals another few kisses. “What do you say, my love?” There’s a glint in his eye, one that tells you he already knows what your reply will be. You love riding Jacob and he knows it, he can see it in your persistent enthusiasm, can feel it in the way you rock and swirl your hips. 

“Well, what are you waiting for, Sir Frye~?” You hum playfully as your fingers curl around the loose belt of his robe and begin leading him slowly abc towards the bedroom. Jacob was already more than thrilled to finally have something other than cards be the most exciting thing to happen in your bed as of late. He’s quickly catching up with your pace as though he were never hurt at all and you feel the backs of your legs bump against the bed by the time his lips have roved down towards your neck in wet trails, his breath puffing against your skin that he’s quickly working up into a fever with his desperate and sensual touches. 

You tilt your head back to grant him easier access to your throat and let out a soft sigh at the sensation of his lips ghosting over your pulse, feeling the increasing beat of your heart beneath the love of his kisses. It felt as though it had been far too long since the two of you were intimate like this and so you’re quick to help him remove your clothes. You untuck your shirt from your bottoms and Jacobs exploring fingertips immediately dive beneath it to splay over the soft and warm skin of your belly. He begins working at your bottoms next, undoing them before he’s able to tug them down your legs. 

Not wanting him to strain himself too much by having to kneel down to strip you of them, you instead sit down on the bed so that he doesn’t have to reach so far and he near yanks them from your legs in an overly-eager excitement that has the both of you giggling for a moment. Jacob lets out a low groan of approval once he’s removed your undershirt by pulling it over your head, your breasts now bare before his eyes. His hands land on your belly and then push upwards to cup the softness of your chest in his hands as he leans in for another slow kiss, tongue brushing against yours slowly as his fingers slide into the waistband of your pants and slide them down your legs until they fall into a little puddle around your ankles. 

You watch as Jacob lays down on the bed and pats his lap, his robe open and revealing his steadily hardening cock that rests upon his abdomen. You heed to his silent invite and straddle his lap but he’s quick to cup the backs of your knees with his hands and encourage you to shimmy up his chest. A faint blush dusts your cheeks as the blood in your veins dances with excitement when you realise what he wants. 

“You’re sure? You’re still recovering, I don’t want to hurt-” He cuts you off. 

“I’ll be fine, love.” He reassures you, “Just… maybe don’t put your whole weight on this one time…” He opens his mouth to explain himself but simply lets his sentence trail off instead. You know that right now he doesn’t have the strength to support your whole weight like he usually would but he doesn’t want to say it out loud either, feeling ashamed almost for not being able to do that for you at this moment. You don’t let any feelings of shame sink into him though as you’re quick to nod your head and smile as you work your way up his tattooed chest until his gaze shifts from your face to your dampening pussy that’s hovering over his face. 

You reach out and grab the headboard of the bed to support yourself with so that you can assist Jacob in pleasing you and prepping you to take his cock after what has now been weeks of not being together. The only prelude to what he plans on doing is his hot breath puffing against your slit and two kisses placed on either side of your inner thighs, giving each leg equal attention as his hands curl around your thighs. You feel a pleasurable shiver scuttle up your spine the moment his tongue draws a stripe between your folds and you lean forwards a little in order to push your hands against the headboard that’s supporting you as you recover from the moment of sudden intense pleasure and ground yourself. 

Jacob seems to want you slick and messy for him as he makes a mess of his saliva over your needy pussy, One of your hands goes down to tug slightly at his hair, making him groan against your slick entrance as he begins to dip his tongue in and out of it, licking up your taste while his nose nudges at your clit. The vibrations of his groan go right through you and tear a sweet moan from your lips as you fight the urge to put your weight down upon his face and ride it as you usually would. 

Jacob is messy in eating you out and he doesn’t shy away from making lewd slurping and sucking noises as he leaves your hole momentarily in favour of suckling your clit. He rolls his tongue over it to feel how it throbs in need for him and his fingers curl down into your soft flesh to grip you tightly and hold you in place. 

You haven’t had the chance to touch yourself as you have been dedicating all of your time and energy to aiding Jacob in his recovery and so you find yourself being much more sensitive than you had originally anticipated. 

“W-wait.” You stammer out quietly. He’s so dedicated to his current task that he doesn’t hear you and you try to grab his attention by giving his hair a sharper tug instead, “Jacob, wait.” He pauses and looks up at you from between your legs. He’s an utterly sinful sight: the pupil of his eye blown wide with lust, his nose covered in a mix of his saliva and your wetness as his lips hover just over your clit, breath puffing against it in pants. “I only want to cum on your cock…” You express. HIs face lights up like he’s just a young man again and it’s all you need to return to straddling his lap instead of his face, settling down on his cock and sliding your glistening pussy over it a few times to feel the light throb of the veins that run along the underside of it as you cover it in your wetness. 

Jacob sucks in a hissed breath as his hands grab along your hips and thighs, sneaking around behind you to cup your ass too. 

“Come on, love… you won’t make me wait any longer, will you?” He asks with such need in his voice to be inside of you, to feel as one with you. It makes you have to bite back a smile as you take him in hand, pumping languidly a few times, before lining him up with your entrance and sinking just the tip into your yearning hole. 

You steady your hands onto his abdomen, weary of his injuries at his ribs, and slowly ease yourself down with shallow little thrusts. Jacob pushes up into you just slightly but ultimately lets you lead the pace. You let out a shaky exhale once you’re fully seated on him and take a moment to just grind your hips, feeling his cock kiss the deepest and most sensitive parts of you while your clit catches against him. Your moans sound like the sweetest melodies to Jacob’s ears and his hands roam all over your body to feel your welcoming warmth and softness. He wants the two of you to stay like this forever, to be as close to you as possible forever, he wants you as his wife but he’s too cowardly to seize the moment and finally ask you. 

His thoughts are somewhat dispelled when you finally begin riding him, the room filling with the squelching sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, followed soon by the clap of your skin meeting his. It’s raw and messy and passionate as you abandon all plans of setting a steady pace and instead begin to chase blissful pleasure, wanting to cum as you feel him do the same. Jacob has enough strength to grab your hips and support lifting you so that your legs don’t have to be too strained all while he thrusts up into you too much as he is able without over exerting his injured body. 

You look so beautiful above him as you look down at his scarred body like he’s some fine artwork in a gallery, your eyes full of nothing but love and pleasure. Your breasts bounce enticingly and you’re just so warm under his hands, your body just fits his so perfectly and you’re moaning and whimpering and feel so, so good-

“Marry me.” He lets out in a moan as he thrusts up into you and encourages you to lay over his body as you rock your hips in haphazard timing with his. 

“W-what?” You ask airily, certain you can’t have heard him right. Jacob wraps his arms around you to hold you close, like he’ll wake from this dream to a reality where you’re far away and Jack is going to kill him if he lets go of you. 

“Marry me. I want you to be my wife. I want to spend my life with you.” He snakes a hand between your bodies to rub desperate figure-eights against your clit. He knows it’s probably not the right time to ask this question when you’re covered in a sheen of sweat and are moaning above him because he’s balls deep inside of you but he has the courage now and he can’t bear to stand by and watch as opportunity after opportunity passes to finally tie this knot with you and show you just how dedicated he is to you, just how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

“Ok…” You whimper as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. “Yes… yes, yes yes!” Your walls squeeze and flutter around him as you cum, milking him of his own orgasm as he drills a last few needy thrusts up into your pliant and sensitive body. He winces a little as he continues to hold you close so that you’ll lay your weight on him but his injuries don’t matter at all to him at this moment. All that matters is that you’ve said yes. You’ll marry him. You’ll spend your lives together regardless of however long or short they may be. There’s no one else he’d want by his side other than you. 

Jacob’s nose nudges against the side of your head as the two of you recover your breaths and he’s surrounded by your scent. 

“I had- have a ring too. I have done since before bonfire night, I just… I love you more than life itself and I suppose I couldn’t bear the possibility of you saying no.” You prop your chin on his chest in order to look up at him with a blissed out post-orgasmic smile upon your kiss swollen lips. 

“How could I ever say no to you~?” 

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You’d somehow managed to find a small empty alleyway in the bustling city that was London. Jacob was pressed against the wall, held still by your hands and your body against his. His lips were on yours, slightly chapped but you’d expected it. Arms wrapped around your shoulders to hold you close, yours on his hips.

Jacob pulled back with a quiet gasp, his eyes downcast as his chest heaved. You moved your hands from his hips, running up his sides to his shoulders and then to the small bit of brown hair on his neck. You smiled down at him, tilting his head up so he could look at you.

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Imagine # 695

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Year posted - 2020

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Kinktober Day 26: Glory Hole

Glory Hole - Jacob Frye X GN!Reader, I don't describe what's between your legs only that you get penetrated

Warnings: 'cum dump', slight praise, smut stuff, slight voice kink

AN: I know it's delayed AND SHORT but guys I'm so tired you don't get it. I changed the tenses in here several times. Don't look at me

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Reblogs are appreciated!

You love how he groans across the wall as thrusts into you. Your ass is pressed against it, hole greedily taking his cock as pounds into you as best as he can. Your eyes are rolled up as you moan within the confines of your small box.

"Please," you groan as you lightly thrust backwards, almost displeased that he can't touch you the way you want to be touched. The cons of being here, truly. "More," you beg.

"I'll give you more love," his deep voice purrs as his thick cock drags deliciously inside of you. It's the fifth time he's been inside of you. Twice down your throat, twice in your hole, and hopefully a third in your needy hole as well too. You squeeze around him like a death grip in an attempt to milk him.

Out of all the men you've been fucking, this one's your favorite. His cum, and some of your other clients, drip down your thighs as you hungrily take him again and again. Your hands brace on the opposite wall to hold you tight against the opening in your box.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you mewl breathlessly, wanting to come for him.

"That's it," he coos in his rich, velvety voice. Fuck you'd never get tired of hearing him speak. "Come on, take me deeper. Deeper-fuck you feel so good-" he rasps as his nails dig into the box's walls. Sweat beads on Jacob's brow as his balls slap against you just barely. Gods how he wants to dig his nails and his teeth into your flesh, maybe paint your face with his release.

You moan loudly as his thrusts get harsher and his thick cock buries even deeper, and your grin only widens when you finally felt him spill inside of you for the third time. Both of you are panting.

"Think you can handle another round?" He asks you while he pants.

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Venari

Hunt

Pairing : Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, ANGST, love, ARGUING

Summery: Jacob finds himself not wanting to leave (y/n) in the morning even tho he has to.

This was based off this post, idk why but it inspired me.

She looked so peaceful, the sun coming in threw her white curtains, dancing on her bare skin. He never knew how she didn’t wake up with it right in her eyes but he didn’t mind it. He loved just laying there for a few minutes with her in his arms. But he always has to go, if he didn’t and Eve found out, she’d have his head, and if her father found it, he’d be dead. Perks of sleeping with the enemies daughter, but if she wasn’t the most beautiful human being to ever exist.

(Y/n) was nothing like her father, or Jacob for the matter, it blew his mind how he always ended up here. She always kind, sorta sassy but kind. Even when she first met the assassin, found him snooping around her fathers office. She was an angel he didn’t know was real, a gift given to him for who knows what reason but he was never letting it go, specially after the first time he taste it, like a forbidden fruit.

He always had to leave, anytime they had nights like the last he had to leave early. He wasn’t really sure what their relationship was, but after last night he wasn’t sure if he should leave or not. It was different, so much different. It awoken an almost primal sense, a need, a need to protect her. Better then any of the Templar outside could, that was proven after how easy he got in last night, even with the upped security.

He moved quickly, finding his way into her art room with ease. Slipping threw the cracked window he found her painting. She always created such beautiful scenery and buildings, but never anything like this. It was him, beautiful crafted in acrylic and oils, and without him even being here for example.

“You know if you keep using that window someone will notice...” her voice was quiet, almost to quiet.

“Why is there so many men outside?” He asked speaking about the Templar’s stationed on the roof and surrounding area.

“My father has left town...” she said letting down the brush and paints before turning to him. Her eyes were red and glossy, dull but they sparkled once they met his. “We wouldn’t say why but... Jacob...” she shook her head looking down before finding the carriage to continue. “There is a man hunt for you...”

His eyes were shocked, shifted. His heart raced, he was always so careful, he never left marks or anything behind he made sure of it, so how did he knows. He went to speak, to ask but she cut him off as tears fell from her eyes again.

“It’s my fault...” she whimpered out and he stepped forward wiping her tears instantly. He shook his head disagreeing with her but she nodded.

“I... I drew a picture of you and he found it... he knows and I- I can’t stop it... I can’t... Jacob.” She sobbed falling into his chest as he held her tightly to him. He’d never seen her cry, never seen her so hurt in his life, and over him. It broke his heart to see her like this. He’d been with many women and he’d seen many cry but he’d never been as affected by them as he was by (y/n).

“It’s not your fault...” he said rubbing her back, trying to think of the words to say.

“It is!” She looked up at him. “I shouldn’t have let you in!”

“What...” there it was, that shatter of his heart. The glass breaking from a small impact. She moved away from him running her fingers threw her hair.

“I let you in...you had to work to get into my fathers office that day, but the days after I left the windows unlocked and you kept coming back. I let you into my home, to my studio, to my bed...” she let out another sob before finishing. “To my heart...”

Suddenly it was like he was alive again, his heart placed into her hands instantly as he reached for her pulling her into a kiss, a kiss like no other. Sweet and passionate, salty from her tears. Her hands wrapped around his neck instantly as he picked her up with ease, it was almost a routine at this point. Kicking open the side door that led to her bedroom he laid her on the bed gently.

“If I’m going to be hunted for making a women love me, I’m going to love her back” he said, his voice dripping with lust. Her eyes locked with his as her hands moved taking off his hat and setting it aside.

“You don’t mean that...” she said looking at him, his messy hair everywhere already. His right hand came down to his blade pulling it from its holder and moving it to her corset, this was a normal thing. He hated corsets.

“Oh I do.” He said cutting the strings of the thick material and letting it fall open onto the bed as she looked at him, sitting up.

“You don’t love me Jacob...” she said watching him move around. Completely ignoring the serious statements she’s trying to make as he got undressed from his clothes.

“Is that really what you think?” He said laying his weapons aside before turning back to her, only in his under shirt now, along with his pants. “You know I should really start dressing down before I come here, because this outfit is a pain...”

“Jacob, this is serious!” She stood, her dress not holding much shape because of the missions corset. “And it’s not what I think it’s what I know!” He scoffed and looked at her.

“It’s what you know?”

“Yes!”

“How do you know I don’t love you? How do you know I don’t get up every morning thinking about you? How do you know I’m not out there! Risking my life everyday so I can come back to you!” She was taken back by his words but she was quick to answer, a fire burning in her as she did.

“Because if you thought about me every morning you would have stayed! Because if you loved me you wouldn’t be out sleeping with every girl in the streets!”

“Because I can’t love you!....” he yelled back. It was a true statement, he couldn’t love her, not with who they were, it was dangerous. But his voice still broke with his next words.. “But I do...” he moved closer to her looking down at her. “And I beg you to me show you...”

She looked at him her eyes searching his as if a lie is going to jump out at her and show itself, but she found nothing but admiration in his hazel eyes. Nothing but love.

“Then show me...” she whispered out looking at him. That’s all he needed to hear, before his lips met hers again, his hands sliding the blue dress from her body before laying her back on the bed.

He slipped his shirt off exposing his toned body to her for the hundredth time. And just like all the other times her fingers instantly found the eagle that marked his chest. Dancing over the imprinted skin before moving to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her.

His hands roamed her body like he’d never done it before, but he knew every curve and edge, and in and out like his pistol. She was an art form in its self, no sculptor could make something as perfect as the way she looked under him. His lips moved to hers again before meeting her neck, then her collar bone. Kissing and nipping at her skin, but being sure not not leave marks. That’s when an idea came to him.

“I want you to mark me...” he groaned against her skin as he continued to move down, kissing over her ribcage, pulling small moans from her, but his words peaked her interest.

“What?” She said sitting up on her elbows looking down at him, he didn’t stop his assault on her stomach, he just kept moving closer to her soaking core. He chuckled not giving her an answer as he flattened his tongue against her clit. She throw her head back letting out a moan of overwhelming pleasure, but he still didn’t answer, instead he spread her legs apart and started eating her out like he was trying to suck her soul from her body. It was heaven, overwhelming heaven.

She fell back onto the bed completely not able to hold herself up as she gripped his hair with one hand and used the other to grasp on her breasts. ”Jacob! Please!” She moaned out and he only went faster pulling her to her edge, just as she was about to let go she tugged on his hair, causing him to groan, sending vibrations threw her, tipping her over the edge and into a blinding orgasm. Her hips bucked and he moved away using his fingers to help her threw it as he watched her fall from her high. She was stunning, but he wasn’t done.

“I want you to mark me, bite me, scratch me, do whatever you want to me.” He started finally answering the question as he leaned down kissing her. “Just make sure everyone else knows I’m yours, doll...”

her eyes searched his and she gripped his shoulders flipping them over with more strength then he knew she had. Straddling his hips and quickly removed the rest of his clothes before leaning down and kissing him again, her chest pressed against his.

“Gladly.” She moved her hips sliding down onto him easily, both of them moaning out the others name as his hand met her ass holding her down on him. Her lips met his neck, sucking and biting marks into the skin as she started to move, rolling her hips against him, feeling the pressure of him inside her already sensitive core.

She sat up, placing her hands on his chest as she rode him, slowly, teasingly. Her nails dig into his chest breaking the skin in small spots as she moaned out his name, he smirked knowing only he can do this to her.

“Jacob- fuck!” She moaned out before kissing him again to silence herself, she teased to much for his liking. He gripped her hips tightly and without parting from her he flipped her back on to her back and began thrusting upwards into her. Hitting her g-spot instantly, always knowing where it was.

Her back arched as she moaned out for her, so needy and desperate. He chuckled and gripped her hips as he thrust into her at the pace he knows she loved, driving her over the edge for the second time tonight. The way she closed around him as she did sent him over the edge to, just in time for him to pull out and cum on her stomach. The words that left his mouth as he did it was even more shocking then how fast he came.

“I love you”

That’s how he ended up here, with his arm wrapped around her loosely, late into the morning, much later then normal. He couldn’t leave her after last night. He wanted to worship his time with her before something really happened and he couldn’t see her anymore. Before she was just a memory. She began to stir and it worried him, maybe he should’ve left, maybe-

“Jacob, love...” she said tiredly as her eyes remained closed. He didn’t know if he should answer her, but she clearly know he was here, his arm was wrapped around her.

“Yes love...” he said his voice thick with tiredness. Romantically deep and dreamy.

“If you’re going to stay, cuddle me better” she said and his grilled around her tighten, pulling her flush against his body, his face hiding in the crook of her neck, kissing her shoulder softly.

“As you wish.”

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[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - late night sex with Jacob Frye.

The man is relentless. He'd began between your thighs, fingering you with learned precision while his thumb stimulated your clit, his tongue teasing the sensitive parts of your inner thighs with wet strokes and kisses.

After you lose count of your orgasms that way, you're more than surprised when he reaches over to the nightstand, retrieves a condom and tears it open, sheathing his cock with the latex. His hands guide your shaky thighs into position, accomodating his hips between them before pushing forward, lowering his body flush against yours.

His pace begins slow and considerate, but the way he fills you, the way he brushes against the right spot, grinding his hips in just the right way to make sure he hits it again and again, you soon feel yourself becoming dizzy again. Your hips chase his, your body writhing under him, your juices that drench his cock causing him to groan into your shoulder, the delightful sounds of your love-making causing him to shiver.

Each orgasm comes as unexpected as the last; your back arches, your mouth poised to cry out with no sound escaping your lips, your thighs jerking and tightening around his hips with your nails clawing at his back. The only coherent thought you can assemble is that of needing him to come soon.

Closing your eyes, you press your forehead against his in hopes of communicating the message telepathically, clenching your walls around his cock in a silent plea. Unbeknownst to you, tonight is all about him making you come as much as possible, and he's got the stamina to keep going until he's satisfied that you're thoroughly exhausted and satiated.

A goofy smile spreads across your lips, a chorus of 'yes's filling the air as your hands smooth down his back to grab handfuls of his ass. Whatever number orgasm this is, it's different from the others - there's no silent cry, but a shriek that has you muffling your voice against his shoulder, your toes curling, a trickle of come escaping your sex that has you thankful for the towels laid out beneath you.

"Jay, Jay," you pat his chest in surrender. "I- I need a rest."

You're amazed if he understood a word of that; your breathing is uneven, your heart beating so loudly that you can hear it in your ears. Your body is radiant with the afterglow, your skin clammy and flushed, tingling with sensitivity. You look ready to call it a night, your head slumping to the side as you pant.

Jacob, on the other hand? Well, the night is young, and so is he. He slides happily beside you, brushing stray strands of hair from your damp forehead, admiring your image with a secret smile and a kiss to the tip of your nose. He's in no rush to continue the session. After all, you'll definitely need your energy for the next several hours to come.

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