hii this is the anon who asked for connor smut the other day lol i meant to say smut prompt list #3!! ty!!
🪶 — petal-bruised ; connor kenway
a/n. Alas! We finally get a small Connor smut piece. Thank you for clarifying the list & for requesting, dear anon!
CONNOR GETS A little rough, sometimes.
Miscalculates, if you will. Forgets his strength.
His grip can easily turn to bruising gropes and the push of his kisses can shift quickly to pinning you under his weight. It’s not a complaint, ofcourse; To know that you could have him struggle to pull back—? It’s admittedly addicting.
Connor is a man of lethal discipline; yet all it takes is a touch and a skittering plea from you against his ear and he’s gone.
(Hardly a surprise, though. He’s a man, for all his efforts to be as honourable as one can be, and men are often— for lack of better words— simple to excite.)
“G’morning,” you hum, in the haze of the morning after. He’s been ghosting his lips on your back: apologetic kisses at the curve of your spine, right between your shoulder blades, the thin slope of your nape. When you turn in his embrace to face him, bleary-eyed and impossibly soft, he’s quick to meet your mouth in a warm kiss that kindles that feverish thrum back in you—
And him, it seems. You can feel the length of him pressing against your thigh; hot and heavy. “Good morning to you, too,” you notice, brows raised.
“Sorry,” Connor says, half-sheepish and half-amused. He thumbs at your cheek gingerly before letting his fingers drift to the petal-shaped bruises across your skin, blooming colourfully over your throat, your clavicles, your breasts. He remembers the way your hands had snarled at his hair when he’d been marking you down, moaning his name like a prayer at the bites he couldn’t help but leave behind. “…And sorry for these, too.”
You nose a giggly kiss at his jaw. Let your hand wander down to sneakily grab the base of him. “I think you like it, though,” you whisper, relishing the way he goes breathless at your teasing squeeze, the way his dilated eyes flutter shut in anticipation. “It’s like a brand, isn’t it? That I’m yours, Connor?”
His cock twitches at the thought. Your slow, deliberate strokes have picked up, but still not enough to satisfy him. “I love you,” he begins, because he always has to argue, and pulls you into a needy kiss that’s heavy with sleep: a mess of teeth and tongue and nipping, “not own you.”
You wiggle your hips enough that the head of him sits at the already wet seam of your legs. Connor groans at the heat of it— you’re not as ready as he’d want you to be, but the precum leaking out of him is more than enough as you tease your core daringly at his weeping cock.
“Maybe I want you to. Maybe I want you to make me entirely yours,” you urge, voice laden with something alluringly coy. “Maybe I want to be reminded.”
“You,” he says, shuddering, but the thought derails quickly.
Connor is rolling over to prop himself above you now, mouth suckling another love-bite below your jaw as his cock slowly sinks into your aching cunt. He has another hand palming up, up, up; past your navel, across your breasts, before resting at the base of your throat with the slightest pressure of a squeeze.
But then you’re whining at the fit— hands automatically flying to grip his caging arms and broad back, the delicious flex of them that’ll surely be left with angry scratches and indents when he finally fucks you into completion once more— and you hear him rasp out, “You are going to be the death of me.”
After months of disappearance, I present to you another WIP featuring
Connor Kenway aka Ratonhnhaké:ton
Damn can't believe it's been 13 years since I first laid my eyes upon this man....and I'm STILL head over heels for him..... I remember preaching bout him in elementary like he was my grandfather or sumn-
Back to my assignments I go........ I have so much art wips.....
I was talking with a friend yesterday and he made the mistake to open a conversation about assassin's creed. After a long talk he said
-Connor was like a wall, no feelings.
Never understood why people feel that way about him. He is such a sweetheart after all that he is been through. I always wonder how he is so gentle and understanding with his enemies after causing him so much pain. 🤎🪶
Thanks to Assassin's creed series for the great video. The screen recording are from his/her original video and the copyright belong to the creator. All recognition and relevant credits belong to him/ her.
" In the official Assassin's Creed lore, Shay Patrick Cormac and Connor Kenway never met face-to-face, despite operating in the same geographic region for a short period. It is theorized that they only most likely kept an eye on each other. "
am I the ONLY ONE who thinks it’s lowkey hot af Ratonhnhaké:ton is just casually one of the richest ppl in the colonies? 👀 just carrying around fat stacks whilst being a highly skilled deadly weapon with so much finesse… like ok… 🤤
not the only heavy stack he's carrying am i right?
i know he's very generous with his money too, purely because (and somebody fact check me on this) native americans had no form of currency like money? so to him, i don't think he sees much value in it? other than upgrades for the aquila, on weapons or the manor.
i know he is a BIGGG SOFTIE when it comes to giving poor children money whenever he's in boston or new york. these kids would see his wanted posters and then be like;
'wait, thats the same guy that gives us money and steals bread for us?'
Her name I got from W.I.T.C.H, I wanted to call her Irma at first cause she was my favourite but Cornelia was more fitting imo cause she’s the element of earth + she’s blonde :,)
ALSO inspo behind the cropped mane is that fuck ass bugged horse i have outside of the stable in davenport that is NAKED and BALD.
