‘Now that it’s winter I frequently think of Connor and me walking through a forest while it’s freezing cold and I can barely feel my fingers and legs anymore. However when we get home, he’d find his ways to warm me up… and you may be sure that his ways are not innocent at all 😉’
‘I love the thought of topping Connor; I imagine he’d look adorable pinned underneath a considerably smaller person <3′
‘I bet Connor is more well hung than a slab of preserved meat.’
I’d love to be double teamed by Connor and Aveline <3 Hot dayum.
‘I feel guilty so much! On the one hand, Connor is adorable and right, he would be so sweet and rough at the same time (if you know what I mean)… But on the other hand, Haytham… I fell on him from the start, with his little sarcastic comments, and… Damn he’s hot! Whenever I play, I imagine myself taking sandwiched between the two, especially with the moments where the’re riding (Connor, with his swinging arms… So many possibilities), and Haytham, with his shoulders!’
‘All I want in life is to see what Ratonhnhaké:ton looks like when he’s been utterly, blissfully fucked out and is now luxuriating, sweaty and sated, in a well-earned afterglow. I don’t even mind if that’s the end of that particular sexfest, because to see him happily relaxed after an orgasm or three would be the perfect way to end a night of lovemaking.’
‘Most of the time, I want to take Connor when we’re face-to-face, so I can see his expressions change as I drive us both closer, but damned if I wouldn’t wanna fuck him from behind at least once, because watching those glorious back muscles bunch and ripple with each thrust would be sexy as hell.’
‘I really want to have an orgy with the Kenways. Just looking at them makes me wet.’
‘I got a mental image today of Connor, wrists bound to the bed and legs wide as I kneel between them. He’s panting, eyes hazy with need and soft with trust, and pleading with me for more, faster, as I gently but surely open him up for me… I’m not sure if I’m disappointed it ended before I actually got to take him or relieved it did because even with the scene cut that short, I damned near came in my pants. My brain either hates me or loves me and I honestly don’t know which.’
‘There’s a shaytham fanfiction I read, The Imperfect Enjoyment (on ao3) which has given me a serious headcanon of Haytham loving dirty poetry. It’s hot as hell.’