#Haytham kenway smut

[sweetcocopowder]

Day Nineteen: DP/Naga

Synopsis: Shay has been chosen to be given over to the town protector and is more than willing to go. When Haytham shows himself, the naga that protects the town he's more than thrilled to show him how much of himself he's willing to give. He wants all of Haytham.

Word Count: 2.9K

Pairing: Haytham Kenway/Shay Cormac

Warnings: Anal Sex. Double Penetration. Double Penetration in le same hole. Naga Haytham Kenway. Hand Job. Sex Pollen but it's venom. Coming untouched.

Notes: Helloooo. I know i have written anything much with Shaytham this year for kinktober so here's something thats very different from the rest of my fics. :) Wanted to try something out and Naga Haytham sounded too good to pass up.

Being chosen for the ritual is one thing. The preparation is another. Being dragged up the hill to the temple is another. But being thrown into the temple with the deafening sound of the door being slammed shut behind him is the thing that sets Shay Cormac off.

Shay stumbles to his feet, brushing the dirt off of his naked body. His knees hurt where they’re scuffed, trying to pat the dirt from every inch of his skin. After so, he peers around with furrowed brows. The place smells musty and stale, as if nothing has moved inside for a very long time. He’s never been inside of the temple, and he never thought he’d be here, ever.

There are white columns that rise to the ceiling and lit chandeliers that hang lowly from said ceiling. It brings an orange and moody ambience to the large corridor that is the temple. And at the very end, lays a stone statue of the naga. Half human, half serpent. The naga that everyone talks about in the tow and every worships to protect said town. The statues serpent tail coils around himself as his upper body is hidden behind the stone scales and muscle.

Slowly, Shay moves closer.

He’s heard stories. He swallows thickly. The stories have all been graphic and… tempting. It makes anyone in the small town below the temple to be more than eager to be chosen. How did Shay get so lucky? He makes his own luck. And sometimes it gets him into real deep shit. But right now, his heart beats loudly in his chest at the anticipation of the night.

The stone scales shift suddenly, kicking up dust and other stuff that has settled upon the resting naga. The stone shifts colour, from grey to a dark shimmering black that reflects off the chandeliers above. It’s beautiful. He can’t take his gaze away from the shifting coils of scales, not even when a toned torso emerges from beneath. Dark, slitted blue eyes land upon Shay with an interest, a slim, sly smile forming upon the handsome face of the creature. His black hair falls over his shoulders and it almost looks soft to touch.

“Well, well,” a deep voice curls out from the naga. “It’s that time of the year again?”

Shay shivers at the voice. He stops dead in his tracks, almost ten meters away from the creature. He’s so much more beautiful in person. Handsome. The stories could never do him justice.

The village has a name for him. The original name is something old and forgotten, but the modern translation is something akin to, Haytham.

The naga slithers towards Shay off his stone pedestal. He’s, smaller than Shay would have thought. The way the town talks about him, Haytham is as big as the entire temple, struggling to move around inside. But his torso isn’t any bigger than the average man, his serpent half no wider than his waist. The scaled tail stretches out to at least five meters, pushing and winding across the stone floor.

Shay doesn’t realize how close Haytham is until a hand brushes against his torso as he circles the man. A violent shiver runs down Shay’s back, but he doesn’t move away. The naga grins toothily, his forked tongue flicking out between his teeth. He tastes Shay in the air, and smell something he likes very much.

“They know how to pick them for me,” Haytham’s deep voice curls over Shay like smoke.

 “Strong,” he says as he caresses his back, a clawed hand feeling up and around to the man’s chest. He towers over the man, feeling down his torso as he lingers over him, digging in nose into his hair and flicking his tongue out again, smelling Shay once again. It’s like he can’t get enough.  

“Succulent,” his tongue flicks out again at that. Haytham curls back around to look Shay in the face, grabbing his chin and making him look up. Shay doesn’t budge, moving to where the naga wants him. The man looks into those blue slitted eyes, unable to look away as if he’s in some trance. They look at him as if he’s a meal. But Shay’s crotch twitches under the look, soaking it up all the same. He breathes out shakily, almost keening with need.

“Cute,” Haytham utters under his breath, more to himself than anything else.

Haytham moves back to behind Shay, his hand never leaving the man as it ventures around to the back of his neck, and then down his back. His short claws tickle his skin, goosebumps flushing over his tanned skin. Shay flinches violently as one of his ass cheeks is suddenly cupped and squeezed.

“Relax,” Haytham hums.

“You just frightened me is all,” Shay admits out softly.

Haytham hums again, much deeper this time. He quirks a brow at the accent that drips from Shay’s words, but doesn’t comment on it. “Apologies.”

Shay’s breath hitches as a thumb spreads him open, pushed in easily with a wet squelch. The town made sure that he was more than prepared. He was drained and wrecked afterwards, but it’s for the best.

Haytham is delicate as his thumb is replaced by two fingers. He’s mindful of his claws, not wanting to damage what is his. A third is more than easily added beside the rest and Shay groans deeply at that. Each movement sends a mix of pain and pleasure through his core, his inside being more than sensitive. Haytham’s tongue flicks out as he observes Shay’s reaction.

Without warning, Haytham pulls his fingers out and he’s quick to wrap a hand around Shay’s throat. His tail knocks the man’s feet out from under him so that he can coil himself around Shay, holding him tightly. But not too tight.

Shay doesn’t squirm but he breathes quickly, his eyes so wide that he looks like a spooked horse. The pure heat that radiates off the naga is overwhelming at first. Shay would have thought that he’d be as cold as a snake and just as slippery. A shiver runs down his spin as long, needle like fangs run over his neck.

“This will help you relax,” is the only warning Haytham gives before plunging his fangs into Shay’s neck.

The man startles out a cry, trying to move away but Haytham only coils tighter around Shay. He can feel the venom course through his body quickly like hot, boiling water through his veins. It instantly makes him feel fuzzy all over and his head becomes a foggy mess. He feels like he’s overheating, an immediate sweat breaking out across his forehead.

Haytham releases Shay only enough so that the man leans heavily against his scaly form. Shay’s knees shake violently, and he holds himself up right by holding onto the naga. He groans deeply as the venom surges through his body like hot needles and straight to his rapidly hardening cock. He pants loudly, trying to compose himself but even without touching himself, his cock burns with want already that’s its painful.

“Now don’t go fainting on me like the last one,” Haytham’s tongue flicks out past his soft grin. “He couldn’t handle the venom and passed out right about now. Couldn’t handle it. But you,” the naga drawls out as he wraps a hand around Shay’s cock, giving it a firm and tight stroke. The motion earns the naga a loud, strangled cry from Shay, his grip becoming firm on his scales. His legs shake but he keeps himself upright and Haytham’s thin smile widens even more at this. “But you are a strong one aren’t you.”

“Y-yes,” Shay hisses out through his parted lips. “S-why I was picked- ah!”

Haytham doesn’t stop his firm gripped strokes, palming at Shay’s head to collect precum that’s quickly beading to run it down the length of his shaft. He becomes fixated on Shay, quickening his pace suddenly to milk those panted moans from the man’s throat to returning back to the slow and agonizing strokes. He seems transfixed almost. And with the venom flowing through Shay’s veins, now a comfortable warm that’s making his pale skin flush, all he wants is to cum.

Haytham’s pace quickens again, hand now slick with precum -that seems to just be oozing out of Shay at this point- making the glide just that much easier. Shay trembles, his knees threatening to give out. But with a hand firmly on his chest, pushing him back against the mass of Haytham’s tail behind him, it’s the only thing keeping him upright. Shay squeezes his eyes shut, pants and moans and groans passing past his lips as he quickly nears the edge. He becomes louder, and louder, his body convulsing with each stroke as if his entire body is one twitchy, live wire. He grinds his teeth as he nears, but it never comes.

A hand clamps at the base of his dick, stopping Shay from coming. He twitches and jerks in the naga’s grip as a needy  whine releases from his throat. Who knew the serpent could be so cruel.

“I do apologize,” Haytham’s forked tongue flips out between his lips. “I do like to play with my food.”

Before Shay can realize what’s happening or collect himself, he’s being hefted up on top of Haytham’s scaly hips. His back is to the naga’s chest and something, hard, warm and slimy slips between his thighs. Shay opens his eyes to gaze upon the two red cocks that stand at attention in front of him. They have a slimy sheen to them and have a tapered head. Shay swallows thickly, not being able to pry his eyes away.

They’re a little bigger than the average human, but the thought of having not one, but both of them inside of him sends a thrill through his body. His cock twitches at the thought.

Haytham licks a hot strip from the base of Shay’s neck to his ear. His words curl and hum deeply in his chest, “Do you think you can take both of them? Take all of me?”

One of his hands splays itself out on Shay’s stomach. Just the thought itself makes Shay’s dick twitch between his legs. He finds himself nodding before he can stop himself. Yes. He would like that very much. He can’t even form the words, his mouth suddenly going dry.

With a tight grip around his waist, Haytham lifts Shay up above one of his weeping cocks. With a shiver, Shay helps guide one towards is prepared hole, the head slipping in with ease. He shivers as with little to two thrusts, Shay is seated heavily on the naga’s cock. It fills him out in the best places, pushing deep inside of him and pushing against all the right bits. He exhales shakily as he plants a hands in front of him on Haytham’s scaled underside.

Haytham’s second cock rubs and twitches against Shay’s own, earning a shaky whine from the man. His own cock is still so sensitive, but the warm slicked cock is almost intoxicating. Gazing down upon it, he does hope that he can take the second one. He wants everything Haytham can give him. Not just for the town’s sake, but he’s been wanting this for a long, long time. He’s always wanted to be chosen for this, to see the great Haytham and have the naga take his body.

“I do welcome that they prepare my food for me before hand,” Haytham hums. “I’m not one to be jealous of such things. Not when it makes my meal much easier to take.”

His words send a shiver down Shay’s back. He shifts his hips up a little before slowly gliding down against, using Haytham’s thick scaled body as leverage. He repeats it a couple of times, getting lost in the feeling of Haytham inside of him. And every time he moves, Haytham’s second cock rubs up against his own dick and stomach.

“I wanted to be ready for you, Haytham,” Shay moans out through parted lips. “So that you wouldn’t grow frustrated or bored.”

Haytham chuckles darkly, his tongue flicking out to taste him once again. “Dear one, I don’t think I could get bored from you. You seem to be the best one yet,” he says deeply, a dark chuckle emitting from his lips.

Haytham shudders out a sigh with satisfaction as Shay angles his body ever so slightly so that his cock rubs heavily against his walls. He hisses through his teeth, wanting to loose himself in the man wanting to give himself to the naga but he grows impatient. Not bored, he corrects himself. Just impatient.

While holding Shay in place, he shifts his body so that he’s positioned in an S shape with the man still on top of him. Being around two meters off the ground, Shay holds on tightly to what he has, his fingers digging into the soft scales of the naga’s underbelly. But Haytham’s grip is firm. He wouldn’t dare let his little offering fall.

With his grip still on Shay, he holds him in place as he pulls almost all the way out to thrust upwards harshly. It knocks the wind out of Shay and he can’t catch his breath shortly after because Haytham sets a fast and deep past. The pure bliss and electric that shoots through Shay is almost mind numbing. He keens and whines, not being able to do much but take it. With the venom shooting through him, it’s as if everything is heightened to a ten.

With this, Shay isn’t going to last long. He can already feel himself nearing the edge and by how loud he’s getting, he’s close. His voice echoes off the temple walls. The venom makes everything hot and tingly and makes everything feel oh so good. Be damned if the town can hear him down below, let them hear him.

“I- ah! want all of- nnghah! you,” Shay manages to pant out in between Haytham thrusting up into him.

The naga’s slitted eyes narrow onto Shay and a wicked smile comes upon his face. He leans forward, wrapping an arm around Shay’s chest, the other holding him by the waist still to keep him just on the head of his cock.

“You surprise me,” Haytham grins as he licks a hot strip up Shay’s neck. “Not many have actually wanted to take both of me.”

“Please,” the man all but whimpers out.

Shay stays still as he feels the second head nudge up against his hole. He grinds his teeth as it slowly pushes beside the first. The stretch stings, but Haytham is slow. The slick on his cocks eases the way as he nudges and softly thrusts upwards into Shay, getting inch by inch of himself in.

With each inch, Shay can’t silence himself. He feels like he’s being split open, but in a good way that makes him feel beyond full. And he can’t helped the choked cry when he’s finally seated with all of Haytham inside of him. And Haytham doesn’t waste any time. He begins a shallow, quick pace that nudges everything up inside of Shay. With each movement, Shay feels every lung full of air pushed out of him with a whiny groan. His hands shake where they’re balled up on Haytham’s scaly tail.

It isn’t long before the naga is pulling half way out to slam his hips back up into Shay, setting an almost cruel pace. He holds onto Shay with arms wrapped around his chest, bringing him up against his own body. He wants to hear every noise that Shay has to offer. Every sound that he’s able to create from the man.

The new angle has the naga’s cock pressing up against that beautiful bundle of nerves that sends a full body jolt through Shay every time he passes by it. Haytham doesn’t stop, his tongue flicking out over Shay’s sweat sheened skin to taste him.

“You truly are a delectable offering,” Haytham mumbles deeply. “I may not give you back. Might keep you all to myself.”

Shay cries out as he comes untouched, holding onto Haytham’s arms as every nerve in his body lights up. His whole body stiffens and twitches as hot, thick ropes of cum land onto Haytham’s dark scales.

Haytham doesn’t stop, grinning to himself as he rides Shay through his orgasm. He fucks him until he’s quivering with oversensitivity, but Haytham isn’t too far behind him. He comes deeply into Shay, rutting upwards with an intensity that has the man choking out a sob. Haytham wants all of him inside, not moving an inch until he’s spent everything.

When he pulls out with a shakily exhale, thick white cum spills out over himself. Shay shakes in his hold, trying to collect his breathing once again. His eyes are squeezed shut and his legs shake violently, his body feeling like jelly. Haytham flicks his tongue out, tasting Shay once more. Delicious. It makes his whole body shiver with the anticipation for the future. He holds tighter onto Shay, his claws threatening to dig into the man’s soft skin.

Oh, the village isn’t getting this one back any time soon. He’s going to have fun with this meal he’s been given and he doesn’t like sharing when something is this delicious.

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[wyyvernn]

A/n: Something small I wrote for myself but then I got carried away and wrote it longer :)

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

Cw: All characters 18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, Mentor/Student Dynamic, Smut, Thigh riding, Overstimulation, Fingering - don't like, don't read

Tags: @psybrepunk @sangheilihoes @demigoddessqueens @bookworm-with-coffee @ladysaturnsdust @haytham-loves-chocolate @memoriesofafallen

Usually, there was little that filled the silence of the Grand Master's office. The soft flipping through papers and maps, and the occasional scratching of a quill occured here and there. Haytham planned out the rest of his night to be a peaceful one, occupied by unfinished letters, and paragraphs to be written in his journal about his recent involvements in the Order.

But of course, those plans were thwarted and the peace chased away by his pupil invading his privacy again.

Your cries of pleasure echoed in his office, bringing him back from his thoughts. He watched you grind yourself back and forth on his thigh, your skirts bunched up in your fists, eyes squeezed shut and those smooth lips of yours parted, occasionally licked wet by your tongue. His hand came up and tucked some of your loose hair behind your ear, the other one curled around your hip, keeping you firmly put on his lap.

“Needy little thing…” He muttered quietly, his voice low and husky. The way he seemed so nonchalant about the situation frustrated you a little. 

You were making quite a sticky mess of his pants, and he felt your slick seeping through, soiling the material with a large patch of wetness. It amused him - the disorderly and unruly sight of you was a strong contrast to the perfect image of him. Unlike you, there wasn't a single grey strand out of place from his neat ponytail, nor were his clothes unkempt, his body still donning his usual navy blue fit. You guessed that if you hadn't interrupted him when you had, he would've been packing up for the night and heading to sleep but alas here you both were.

A sigh exhaled through him, like your unfulfilled desires were a minor inconvenience to his night.

“Have you no shame? Do you take pleasure in robbing me of my late night hours? Of the only time I am free to indulge in?” He scolds, adopting a slight frown, but you can tell that he's not really angry. Something about his expression tells you that he's only playing along.

“Mhn… sorry, sir.” You murmur with guilt painting your face, repeatedly dragging your wet slit back and forth, gasping when your clit scrapes against the rough material of his trousers.

“No, you're not.” He says, hisses, his breath beginning to grow ragged and uneven when he grabs your hips, a noticeable bulge forming and rubbing against your leg. Large, calloused hands dig into your skin and force you to grind harder on his thigh, resulting in a particularly sharp cry from your throat.

“You're not sorry.” He grits out, his words harsh in your ear, and he yanks your lower body towards him again, eliciting another whine. “You wouldn't be grinding yourself on my thigh for relief like a common whore if you were now, would you?”

You continue to fill the office with your lewd sounds, too stuck in the euphoria that his leg provides you. No doubt whoever has walked past on the other side of the door has heard your moaning, either stopping to listen or rushing away with a bright face.

A slap to your rump refocuses your attention back to him when you don't offer an answer.

“Would you?”

You babble out something incoherent, another apology or something that you don't care to remember, only focused on how good it feels, how good his hands feel as they push and pull your hips yet painful when it becomes too stimulating.

“Slow down, sir… please.” You moan out, digging your heels into the floor and tightening your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to stop yourself but his grip is relentless, the pace he sets for you even more so.

A flash of determination burns in his eyes briefly when you try to stop him. “Oh no, you wanted this. And I'll see to it that you finish it to the end.” 

Suddenly he's pushing aside your skirts and seeking out your swollen nub. The moment he dips his thick fingers past your folds, you bite into your bottom lip and bury your face in his neck, muffling your groans.

He twists the pair of them deeper while you writhe in his lap and then claw your hands at his back when they curl against your walls, the rough pad of his thumb dragging along your clit and bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Please, sir… please!” You beg, trying to catch your breath but your Grand Master is unforgiving, still watching you with that almost bored expression as he plays with you.

With one last cry into his shoulder, Haytham thrusts his fingers impossibly quick and finally stops when you spill all over them. He lifts them up to your mouth and pops both in, slathering your slick on your tongue, a silent command to taste yourself.

You don't disappoint him, taking his forearm in both of your hands and wrapping your lips around his digits, making sure to suck them clean.

He watches you with a flicker of lust, his cock still hard and straining in trousers, and he pulls his fingers away abruptly from your mouth with a wet pop before he can make you do something about his evident predicament. He'll deal with it later.

Haytham gently shoos you off his lap, much to your disappointment.

“Run along now and clean yourself up. I expect you to be ready in the morning for training. And don't interrupt me at this hour again.” He warns, although there's a light mischief to his eyes, one that almost dares you to try it again.

And of course you do, the following night.

[haytham-loves-chocolate]

A Night In The Storm

A/N: I wanted to put a plot with this story, but I decided not to.

Warning: 18+ Only, Smut, NSFW, Fingering, Explicit Content, P in V action, oral sex (reader receiving).

By the fireplace, on the big furry rug, you and Haytham are already bare naked. Your hands are busy exploring his body, with one hand sliding up in his long, dark hair and the other placed firmly on his side. His left hand places itself on the top of your head to lean your face closer to his, your breaths hot and needy. His lips look sweet and rosy pink, his nose is a fine shape, one which you imagine to ride on. His dark grey eyes gaze into your eyes with desire and curiosity. His face is clear in the firelight, showing off his light skin, big, calloused hands, high cheekbones, and the way his eyebrows show that he is thinking of you, that he is thinking of all the things he could do to you. 

He is on top of your body, and his eyes cannot help but stare at your body, up and down; his pupils dilate and you can see his eyes flicker too. His lip curls up with a smirk, his eyes looking back at yours as if to say something. Instead of a word, it’s a kiss. A passionate, longing kiss. Your eyelids slowly close as you kiss him back with that same passion and longing. Your hand in his hair grips it lightly and you feel his lips press to yours roughly. His eyes are already closed as he feels your other hand on his side move around to his upper back. As your eyes are still closed, you feel his lips part from yours, and you hear his voice purr out two words, “Sweet love”. 

Your head tilts back in reaction to his lips moving down to your neck, latching on to suck and tease at the spot he knows will get you to make the sound he wants to hear. A small moan escapes from your lips, and already you feel aroused at the way his lips make you feel. His right hand slowly roams down your nude body, his fingertips lightly grazing your skin. When he gets to your breasts, his palm gently lifts one of your breasts, and his rough thumb slowly moves around your nipple. Your arousal only grows as another moan escapes your lips, and his other hand does the same movements to your other breast. He lowers his head to where his hands are, his trademark smirk still on his lips. He latches his lips onto your left nipple, flicking his tongue there. You let out a small gasp at this, which only makes his smirk bigger as he does it again to your other nipple. With his hands, he toys with your breasts and nipples, while his eyes glance up through his eyelashes at the euphoric expression on your face. With his hands still on your breasts, and the heat from your bodies getting hotter, a loud gasp escapes your lips when you feel his tongue on your inner thigh. Fluttering your eyes open, your eyes meet with his as you tilt your head forward to see his big hands covering your breasts, and his small smirk is still plastered on his face. 

A small whine escapes your lips as you see his hands move away from your breasts, and his hands explore your stomach and sides. You squirm in his touch and you move your arms above your head so you’re not in his way. His mouth gets to work praising every inch of your sensitive area. His hands grip your inner thighs roughly while his tongue slowly and teasingly licks the inner lips of your pussy. With your whines and pleading cries that come out of your lips, it only fuels his carnal desires. Nevertheless, he presses a few kisses against your clit, letting a low hum escape from his throat as he does so. 

“Tell your Grand Master what you want.” He purrs out, moving one of his hands to cup at your sex and have his thumb move up and down your clit. 

“I want- I want your fingers deep in me.” You breathe out as you let out another loud moan. 

With your request, he dips two of his long, thick fingers inside your pussy, pumping them in and out while his eyes look up at yours, seeing your lips parted wide open and your eyes shut, moans freely coming out of your lips. With a low chuckle, he dips his head down to use his tongue to lap up at your arousal, closing his eyes to focus. You feel your walls clench around his fingers, and as a result of this, he curls his fingers and thrusts deep into your pussy. You feel that knot in your stomach loosen up, and with a loud cry of pleasure coming out of your lips, you feel yourself squirt all over his fingers. As your face contorts into an orgasmic expression, you feel his fingers pull out of you with a lewd pop. In their place, his tongue licks up your sweet nectar, not letting a single drop waste. 

You open your eyes again to see his body come closer to yours, and he raises his fingers to his lips, before slipping them inside his mouth, tasting your liquid. A blush seeps into your cheeks at this erotic action, and you can only think about what he might do next. 

“You are a sweet girl, Y/N.” Haytham’s accent and the way he says it has your cheeks as red as a tomato. 

His body presses against yours while his lips ghost yours. In your mind, you only wish to be together with him in the most intimate way possible, and as your eyes gaze at his, you can only wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. 

His lips capture yours in heated desire, loving the small hum that comes up from your vocal cords. His right-hand grips his erected dick, stroking his shaft a few times with precum seeping out of the tip. At last, he inserts himself deep inside you, the blending of your moans and his groans filling the room. His thrusts are slow and sensual at first, his hips pressed onto yours so you can move with him too. Your hands touch his back and your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet touching his bare cheeks. Without a warning, he slips his hands under your legs and flips you both over so you’re on top of him. 

His hands grip your hips and straddles you on his dick, seeing your eyes flicker in the firelight. You press your palms against his pectorals as you ride him, his fingers grip your hips to make your movements follow his. Your head tilts back as your moans only grow louder, feeling your walls clench around his dick again. A feeling of pleasure fills up your senses as his dick hits your G-spot. Low groans rumble in his throat, and his head, too, is tilted back in pleasure. His hips thrust rougher into yours, and you feel your high get closer and closer. As if he knew this, he sat up to have his body almost mimicking yours. His face is closer to yours, and his breath is hot against your neck. Without a word needing to be said, he moves one of his hands up to cup your cheek, his palm cradling under your chin, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, affectionate kiss. 

With another rough thrust deep inside you, you let out a loud gasping moan and already you can feel some of your heat drip out of you and on his length. Your lips part slightly as your eyes are partly open, seeing his face the same way. 

“I love you, Haytham” is all you can manage to let out, being a hot mess in his handsome and sexual ways. 

“I know.” He whispers to you, a smug grin appearing on his face.

With a loud cry, you came all over his length, and with his low groan in his throat, he pressed his hips close to yours as he released his seed deep inside you. 

He pulls your body close to him, making sure to hold you as you start to feel a bit tired. He moves his hand over to his cape and lays back down on the rug, still holding you close. You let out a small hum in reaction to this, and he lays his cape over the two of you. Your bodies are still pressed together, but his length has pulled out from your entrance. 

With a tug of his hair, you untie the red ribbon that keeps his head together. You gently place it on top of his hat and you move your hand back to his hair, gently brushing your fingers in it, just to hear the low, sexy hum from his voice. 

The crackling of the fire, the warmth of the cape, and the feeling of your Grand Master beside you are all that you wanted today. Hopefully tomorrow, he will want to spend another day with you, like this, all over again.

[intoxicated-chan]

❝𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬❞ ✠ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐜

Inspired by “Army Dreamers” by Kate Bush // Best viewed in dark mode

Shay was scared to admit that he had fallen for Liam’s younger sister, he planned to take his secret to the grave and he succeeded for while until he found you years later, this time, possibly on the opposite sides.

Paring ➳ Shay Cormac x Liam’s Sister!Reader

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader/Assassin Reader, typical Assassin's Creed violence, blood, assassinations, sexual content, death, murder, other tags to be added...

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I spy a new ac writing blog👀

Would you be willing to write something for Shay? Fluff, smut, angst, doesn’t matter to me. I’ve fallen for the Irishman HARD and there’s not enough fanfic of him out there

ah, a kindred spirit.

Getting to date Shay

Shay is, obviously, a very busy man. He spends a lot of time on the Morrigan.

Fortunately, Haytham ends up sending the two of you on a mission together.

He enjoys your company, even letting you steer the ship with his guidance.

Being a fellow Templar (although you had little to no experience when it comes to sailing), you often end up working together, especially since master Kenway sees how well that ends.

He teaches you more and more about sailing and in return, since you've been a Templar for longer, you teach him about the Father of Understanding and other aspects of Templar philosophy.

Also, you're very comfortable in his quarter's on the ship. And in his bedroom back in Fort Arsenal.

You start to make a habit out of falling asleep in his favorite chair as you handle correspondence with master Kenway.

He makes a habit of leaving his coat on you like a blanket when you do that.

He will just have a somewhat bashful smile if you ask him about it. He'll insist he did that because you looked cold, but everyone on the ship can see that's bullshit.

You two complete yourself in battle, which I believe to be the most romantic thing possible. Out of the healthy things I consider romantic, anyway.

He finally actually confesses after you both barely make it out alive out of a mission.

As he helps you wrap a bandage around your chest, he whispers out that he loves you and he couldn't imagine losing you like this.

Although the kiss you share after you tell him you love him too is pretty short, considering you're both still injured.

Gist is the first to find out officially and he's laughing his ass off at Shay for being the last person to realize.

Shay is getting his life teased out of him. But hey, it's worth it.

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A Deadly Performance

A Haytham Kenway x Reader smut fic (named for the mission it's set after, because I'm lazy at coming up with titles)

Dedicated to @anli-rambles my beloved, because I love you endlessly, and my life is better for having you in it. (shut up I can be as sappy as I want this is my fic <3) Thank you for being the first person to read this, because your praise actually hyped me up enough to want to post it lol

Tagging: @bloodfathers @sangheilihoes @ladysaturnsdust @amefuyuu @wyyvernn @memoriesofafallen @heiress-prime

Haytham's cape billows behind him as he strolls out of the opera house doors, seemingly unbothered by the cacophony taking place behind him. He walks with his usual air of cold confidence, greeting you with just the briefest hint of a side smile as Holden opens the carriage door to let him in.

"And how was the opera?"

"Rather dull, truth be told," comes Haytham's deliberately-flat response. You can't help but giggle into your palm at that — you know full well, of course, why he'd come here and what he'd done — but Haytham is far too busy inspecting the amulet in his hand to react to, or even notice, your amusement. He seems utterly bewildered by the fruits of his labour as he twirls the unusual item between his fingers.

"Shall we be off, then?" asks Holden.

"Aye, to Fleet and Bride."

"By your command."

As the carriage begins to move off, the hollow sound of the horses' hooves ringing out against the ground, you lean into Haytham's side, to which the Templar finally acknowledges you properly with a soft kiss to the side of your head.

"Missed you," you murmur, "Holden's been beguiling me with tales all evening in your absence."

Haytham just hums a noncommittal response, clearly still distracted by the amulet in his hand. You reach for it curiously, but he moves it away with a playful air as he finally makes eye contact with you.

"So, this is what Master Birch has been foaming at the mouth about," you say, leaning in to take a closer look.

Haytham gives a subtle raise of his eyebrows as his steel-blue eyes find the amulet once more. "His utterly inane preoccupation with this... this... prattle evades any level of understanding I've had of him over the years," he says, and you can tell by the tinge of frustration in his voice that there's something going on there, something deeper than he's letting on, but you don't press the matter. Even if you did, you knew Haytham likely wouldn't wish to speak about it.

Wanting to be a place of solace for his very obvious disgruntlement you reach over to plant a kiss against Haytham's cheek, your lips lingering upon his skin for a moment or two, before placing your hand gently upon his knee, stroking your thumb idly against the clothed skin. Haytham doesn't respond at first, his entire focus still on the amulet, but then you glide your hand all the way up his thigh, squeezing gently as your fingertips brush his crotch, and his body language stiffens up ever so slightly.

"What are you doing, my dear?" he asks, gazing at you now, with an arch of one single perfectly-groomed brow. There's the tiniest hint of a smirk flickering upon his lips.

You flash him a grin. "You just seem a little... tense, is all. I thought perhaps I could help with that."

"Is that so?"

"It is so," you tell him, and you lean in to press your lips against his, his hand trailing up the back of your neck as the two of you begin to kiss in long, slow, perfectly in-sync strokes.

You give his thigh another light squeeze as you pull away from the kiss, tracing your fingertips up and down, glancing downward to notice the way there's now a very obvious bulge at the front of his breeches, "May I be allowed to… help you with that, sir?"

At first you wonder if perhaps Haytham is against the idea of you doing something so wanton to him in a semi-public setting, but his hooded gaze and the way he suddenly leans in for another quick peck on the lips tells you all you need to know. "You may," he replies, and then his warm lips are against the shell of your ear, his voice a harsh growl as he speaks again: "Discreetly, or there'll be trouble."

And so you do as he commands. Haytham's eyes drift closed as your hand slips upwards and into his breeches. A small, restrained groan falls from his parted lips, his fist tightening around the amulet in his palm.

"You're utterly insatiable, you know," comes the Templar's voice, low and raspy, as he opens his eyes to regard you again, his intense gaze fixed upon the side of your face. You swipe your thumb over the head of his cock and he immediately responds, sucking air through his teeth. "Didn't you get enough of me this morning?"

Your thoughts drift back to earlier in the day — Haytham had given you a wake up call in the form of his teeth at your neck and a hand between your legs, before proceeding to take you in bed, on the chair next to the bed, and against the windowsill. A good morning indeed.

"I can never get enough of you, love," you say with a smile, and then you lean in closer, dropping your voice. "Besides, I figured you were deserving of a reward for the job you did this evening. This is a much better reward than any kind Master Birch would give you, hm?"

Haytham breathes out a chuckle at that, though his gaze is clouding over as he does so — clearly too distracted by your touch to fully engage in a conversation. "I should certainly hope Reginald never offers me this kind of reward; I may have to pledge my allegiances elsewhere."

Your chest jolts slightly with the ghost of a laugh as you grasp at the waistband of Haytham's breeches, pulling them down just enough to expose his now fully erect cock to the open air of the carriage, immediately reaching to wrap your hand around him, stroking up and down with just the right amount of speed and pressure. This isn't the first time you've done this to Haytham: you know just how he likes to be touched.

Haytham drops his head back slightly as his chest heaves with heavy breaths, his eyelids fluttering shut, and he reaches for the red cravat around his neck to loosen it slightly.

"You're going to be the death of me, you naughty little thing," he moans, his voice a quiet rumble that barely pierces the air around the two of you.

You hum happily at that, revelling in the velvety warmth of his cock in your palm as his hips thrust upwards, one of his hands scrambling to grasp at the back of the carriage seat while the other still tightly grips onto the amulet. It's clear he's trying his best to control himself, but as you continue to move your hand roughly against him, you can tell that restraint is quickly becoming the furthest thing from his mind.

Haytham presses his hand to his eyes, pushing upwards into his hairline and grabbing lightly, as though he needs to hold on to something, anything. A few rogue strands of dark hair fall loose from his usually-perfect ponytail, framing his slightly reddened face.

"You're a menace," he chokes out as you swipe your thumb over the head of his cock again, the action making a filthy slick sound as you smear his precum up and down the entire length.

Restraint appears to be an entirely forgotten concept to Haytham now as your continued touch sends him hurtling toward the edge, his hips fucking furiously upwards into your hand like nothing else matters in life. He looks a dishevelled, desperate mess, a million miles away from his usual buttoned-up self, and you love that you're the only one who can coax this side out of him.

Haytham's entire body begins to tense up, his thigh muscles tightening until all at once you feel his entire body shudder, a long, guttural moan escaping from between his parted lips. His stormy eyes roll back into his skull as he lets himself fall into climax, his release coating your palm, the abundance of it dripping down your wrist and onto the warm skin of his exposed stomach.

Without missing a beat he reaches his hand into the chest area of his jacket, pulling a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his red waistcoat and offering it to you, which you accept with a soft laugh as you use it to clean up the sticky mess on your hand. “Ever the perfect gentleman,” you say teasingly.

Haytham chuckles as he draws in a deep breath, his demeanour now seeming much more relaxed as he begins to straighten himself up, tucking his softening cock back into the confines of his breeches.

“Let me fix this,” you murmur as you reach for his loosened cravat, untying it before redoing it into a perfectly even bow. His gaze upon you is heated and intense, as though pouncing upon you like a wild animal would be preferable, and as you meet his eyes you can't help the blush that spreads across your cheeks.

“For what it's worth, my darling,” Haytham growls lowly, his warm breath tickling your ear as he leans in close, “I fully intend to repay the favour later.”

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WIP

Relationship: Haytham Kenway x Templar!Reader

Tags: Somewhat fluffy smut, porn without plot

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(Critique is welcome at this stage!) Anyways...

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You gaze down at the dashing man sprawled on the bed beneath you - your hands flat on his chest, his resting up above his head - drinking in every detail you could by the dim light in your boudoir.   Deep-set slate eyes regard you calmly, a slight smirk pulling at his features.  You weren't usually the one to be positioned atop, but here you are, straddling his hips in absolutely nothing.  Your Templar companion however, remains in just his off-white breeches, which - to your delight - do little to hide what they contain.  

The warm candlelight casts deep, long shadows from his sharp cheekbones, the strong Grecian-style nose, and those beautifully full lips.  Gods, how you loved those lips.  They were always soft and supple against yours, always smooth and plush.  Silky dark locks peppered with grey fan out across the pillow and spill over one shoulder.  The flicker of firelight reflects off the graying strands that originate over his ears, giving the impression that his long black hair is streaked with silver and steel as you card your fingers through its waves.  You run your hands appreciatively over his muscular, rounded shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch up beneath his skin whenever he lifts his hands to gently grab your hips.  Your hands continue their journey down his chest, caressing the diamond of soft dark hair that spread across his pectorals and pointed down toward his navel, where a smaller patch of hair trails beneath the waistband of his breeches. 

“What did I do to deserve you, Haytham…” you murmur dreamily, forever awed at how fortunate you were to have the Grandmaster's affection. as you plant your hands back on his chest and lean forward, softly pressing your lips to his.  He responds with a large hand on the back of your head, pulling you in for a more fervent kiss before sucking your lower lip into his mouth and grazing delicately with his teeth.  You make a small, involuntary noise and you can feel his member twitch beneath you, begging to be released from the snug confines of his trousers.  You smile against Haytham's mouth, rolling your hips so that you slowly grind yourself against his bulge, and enjoying how you can feel his breathing quicken beneath you.   You trail your tongue along his lower lip, and he happily opens his mouth to you. As you deepen the kiss, a low sound rumbles through Haytham's chest, and you can feel him continue to swell.  When you pull away his gaze follows you, a desperate look painting his face.  The Grandmaster isn't one to beg you with words, but his eyes plead with you to do more than tease him.  You decide it's time to finally begin to oblige.  

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Prompt 7 | Shaytham

Synopsis: Haytham enjoys seeing the Captain of the Morrigan come undone

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Violence. Roughness. Biting. Marking. Grinding. Begging.

Note: This is the last fic of the Lil Milestone Event!! Thank you everyone for sending in requests and I do apologize just how long it took me to spit all these out. Life has been very stressful and this year has taken quite a turn haha. I hope you enjoy this last fic!!!

The Morrigan groans as mortar fire crashes down around her like shooting stars falling from the heavens. One tears through the main sails and ropes snap apart like thunder, slashing across men’s chest and face. Some come out unharmed while some others are less fortunate and thrown backwards into the churning, cold sea. Shay Cormac grinds his teeth as he veers the Morrigan to port so that her cannons are facing the fort. The one that bears it teeth at them with its mortars and cannons.

“FIRE!” Shay cries out above all the chaos.

The boom of the cannons rings in his ear as the ship groans under the pressure. She’ll take it. She always does. The cannon balls hit their mark and a fort tower falls, crumbling into the sea below in a foam of white and blue. The satisfied swell that rises in him is quickly shut down as the destroyed stone reminds him of an all too familiar memory. He looks away, pushing it down and locking it away. He can’t get distracted, not now. Now while his men need him.

It’s not until now, snapping out of the trance he gets lost into that he notices Haytham. The Grandmaster is crouched down behind the railing, holding on for dear life all while holding onto his hat. It’s almost a humorous sight if it wasn’t for Haytham glaring daggers his way. It’s an expression that brings Shay back to himself. Reminding him of why he’s here. Why they’ve travelled so far up the River Valley to take on the fort with the foreshadow of losing men or even themselves.

Shay brings the Morrigan around again, facing her starboard side this time to the fort. Another volley of cannon balls are fired out with the sound of his booming voice shouting the order to do so. This time, only half of them hit their mark. Some strike the mountainous rock behind the fort and others in the water. Shay curses, shouting out to his men once more to reload the cannons as quick as possible. They’ll get this done. The fort will fall today!

With four more rounds of cannon fire and some quick thinking on Shay’s part, the fort groans in ache as the last of her mortars are destroyed. But the fight is far from over. Shay knows that all too well. Docking the Morrigan is a difficult challenge. Survivors of the fort fire their rifles and muskets toward the Morrigan as she docks. They hide behind the rubble of the fort, ducking in and out like groundhogs when they come out to yip before disappearing again.

Before Shay can race into battle, Haytham is quick to grab at his shoulder and drag him to face is intense stare. “We’ll go around the side of the fort! Up to the top!” He bellow over the retuning gunfire of Shy’s crew. “It’ll be quicker to get to the war room that way!”

Shay’s dark brown eyes dart up to the fort, quickly accessing the way up. “Lead the way,” he grins.

Shay doesn’t hesitate to follow his Grandmaster up and over the side of the Morrigan. Gist is quick to clear the way for the two, a bullet shooting one man clean through the eye. Shay praises his first mate under his breath, but doesn’t let himself get too distracted as he follows Haytham up the side of the fort.

The stone walls would normally be impossible to scale up. But with half of the tone tumbled and destroyed, it’s easy to get a grip on stone and bricks that jut out. Haytham rises to the top first and offers a hand down to Shay. He takes it eagerly, letting Haytham help him up over the ledge.

Shay spots the war room easily. It’s just a hop and skip away to their left. The only thing in the way is a guard staring down his rifle at the two in his watch tower. Shay pushes Haytham away as the rifle cracks. The bullet pierces through the collar of Shay’s coat. Too close to call.

The Irishman is quick to pull is own gun on the guard. He can see the fear in the white’s of the man’s eyes before Shay pulls the trigger. He dead before he even hits the ground. Shay swallows thickly as he sets his gun back into it’s holster. He stares at the guard tower, where the man lays dead. Haytham brushes a hand over his elbow, snapping him from his oncoming thoughts.

“On with it,” Haytham snaps.

Getting to the war room is easy enough. It’s the man inside that has both Templars stopping just inside the door. A man armed with two swords grins at them. Shay draws his own, ready for the fight.

But Haytham rolls his eyes. And as the man charges with a vicious shout. He clashes swords with Shay quicker than either Templar would have liked. Shay is pushed back against the door, a fist smashing against his mouth. More taunting than anything else. Shay’s eyes widen with a fierceness akin to bloodlust. But he doesn’t get the sweet taste of killing the man or even hurting him a little.

The man barks out a choked cry as Haytham’s sword is thrust through his back. The tip sticks out of his chest, glinting at Shay. The Grandmaster doesn’t waste time to push the man off of his sword and down onto the ground. He has better things to do than to bother about a man that he doesn’t even know.  

“I do hate the theatrics some men possess,” Haytham drawls out as he reloads his gun.

“What about mine?” Shay asks.

His Grandmaster quirks an eyebrow his way with a frown on his lips. He points his bloody sword towards him. “I tolerate you on good days,” he quips out darkly.

But Shay grins at that as he sheathes his sword. Haytham returns his antics with the slightest of a smile before turning towards the war room’s desk. He’s quick to look over the many papers and reports spread out on the wooden table. He plucks up three pieces of paper before rolling them up in his hand. Tucking them under his arm, he deems this mission a success with a curt nod of his head.

His dark blue eyes land upon Shay’s lip and the cut that bleeds slowly. He steps around the desk and Shay stays where he is, watching Haytham with a curiosity. His Grandmaster swipes a thumb at the blood on his lip, pondering a thought to himself before wiping it on the front of Shay’s coat. Shay watches him intensely, leaning forward a bit as his chest tightens. But Haytham hums to himself, as if satisfied before passing Shay.

“Let’s get out of here,” Haytham concludes.

And Shay follows like some lost pup.

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Shay unfolds the papers out over his fleet reports for Haytham, letting the Grandmaster look over them first. He hums in satisfaction, his eyes flicking over the coordinates and the set dates for each cargo ship. Shay sits down in his chair with a groan, his face aching every time he clicks his jaw. He tries to get that right spot, but no matter what he does nothing works. The pops of his jaw are loud in the quiet cabin and slowly, they draw the attention of the Grandmaster.

He stops immediately. Instead he leans over the table to pick up a half empty bottle of whiskey without a word. He flicks the top off and he draws over two glasses near him as well. Haytham watches with interest as both glasses are poured with the golden liquid. Shay pushes one glass over to Haytham before he leans back in the chair and nurses his own.

Haytham takes it as his gaze returns back to the reports. Shay tries to make sense of them, his eyes skimming over the words. But he has never been a strong reader having lived on the streets nearly his entire life. Liam tried to teach him, but it took forever to crack it into his brain. He can read per say, it’s just that Gist normally takes over to make things go quicker. It always brings a bound of shame within his chest that makes him angry and frustrated at no one but himself.

“So was all this worth it for the papers?” Shay asks.

“Yes,” Haytham quickly answers. “Routes of their trade and cargo. Supplies we can obtain to keep out of their hands.”

Why his Grandmaster needs these supplies? He won’t ask any further right now. He doesn’t feel all too chatty after having bellowed his throat raw on deck. He clears his throat, feeling the painful scratchiness that only the whiskey seems to smooth over for a few seconds. So he fills his glass once more for that few seconds of relief.

Shay looks to Haytham deep in thought. Wondering what plans and other whatnots are going on up in that head of his. Has he already thought of a plan to take the Morrigan out to intercept these ships? Does he know that they’ll have to stop somewhere to repair the old girl?

Haytham catches him staring, meeting Shay with a raised brow. The Irishman only smiles as he takes another swig of his drink. He pops his jaw again.

“Are you here to distract me?” Haytham asks.

Shay looks around dramatically, suddenly sitting up right in the chair. “Last time I checked this was my quarters,” he remarks cockily.

Suddenly, Haytham’s hand comes to Shay’s thigh, squeezing lightly. He leans over into the Irishman’s space, his eyes on his lips the entire time. Hooded, dark and filled with ill intent.

“And what makes you think I can’t just make you leave?” Haytham asks lowly.

Shay swallows deeply. The adrenaline of the battle hasn’t fully worn off yet and he will admit he is a bit riled up. Shay licks his dry lips and bites it lightly, not missing that Haytham’s gaze watch the action. His Grandmaster must be feeling the same.  

“Because you enjoy my charismatic comments too much,” Shay grins around the lip of the glass before he takes another swig.

Haytham takes the glass from Shay to down the rest of the amber liquid. He sets the glass aside, forgetting about the fleet report for the moment to capture the Irishman’s busted lip in a deep kiss. Shay’s hands are quick to grab a hold of Haytham, unclasping clips and buckles. He doesn’t hesitate to try and get these stupid bulky clothes off of the man. They always hide the Grandmaster’s body and it always annoys Shay to no end. His heavy cloak falls to the floor, his coat coming off shortly after.

Haytham breaks the kiss to bring Shay out of the chair to his feet roughly with his hands fisted into the front of his coat. Shay grins wildly as he’s spun around to be thrown atop of the table. Neither of them care about he many papers and reports that litter the table top. Some of them are pushed aside and they shower to the floor.

None of them take notice as Shay’s groans fill the quarters as Haytham kneads a palm roughly to his groin. It’s a delicious sound that has Haytham palming more to milk them out of the man under him. Shay’s hip rut up into his hand, trying to get more friction than he’s being given. But Haytham stops all together.

“Please,” Shay breathes out.

Haytham hums at that, loving the view before him. Knowing he can have Shay like this at a simple touch. It’s almost intoxicating. He’s quick to undo Shay’s belt and throws it aside without a care. He pushes the man’s vest and shirt up his torso to reveal the body that’s been made with years of hard work and discipline. Haytham’s runs his hands over Shay’s hard stomach, earning him a shaky exhale from him. Beautiful.

“Hmm?” Haytham finally questions.

“Please, I need you,” Shay whines out.

That commanding Captain that was once on deck is gone for the moment. He looks to Haytham with only want and need. Begging for his Grandmaster to do something, anything.

So, Haytham gives him something. He leans forward to plant a kiss to the man’s stomach. His skin is salty with sweat and he can taste gunpowder on him as well. He kiss and laps at his skin all the same, sucking and biting lightly to hitch those noises from Shay’s busted lips. Haytham hooks his fingers into the hem of Shay’s pants as he ventures lower into the man’s snail trail. He bites lightly at the v of the man’s torso, Shay’s hips bucking up lightly with a groan from his throat.

Haytham grins into his pale skin before pulling his pants down to his knees in one swift movement. Shay’s cock is already hard and red. Haytham doesn’t mind it though, he stands up to lean over Shay. He towers over Shay to grab his face so that the man’s dark brown gaze is looking at him and only him. He wedges himself in between Shay’s thighs so that the only touch he’s receiving is the harsh friction of his closing.

He closes the gap to kiss Shay deeply, his tongue invading his mouth to taste the cheap whiskey. Shay moans into the kiss, his hips rutting upwards into Haytham’s crotch to try and earn himself some friction. But a firm hand on his hip holds him down, a thumb digging painfully into the soft skin.

Haytham breaks the kiss to only mouth at Shay’s prickly jaw. He ventures downwards, biting and kissing the Irishman’s neck, collarbones, chest and back down his stomach. Leaving purple and red marks of different shades. And with each one Shay whines and groans, his hooded eyes watching Haytham in a haze.

“Please,” Shay breathes out again, quieter this time.

Haytham smiles as he hovers over the man’s half hard cock. His deep blue eyes look to Shay with adoration. Only because Shay asked so nicely. He does love it when his best man begs like this. It just as delicious as he tastes.

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[demigoddessqueens]

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Wyyy!! You genius!! I need this in my veins!! 💞🥵💕🥰

A/n: i managed to squeeze out my first Haytham smut. I'm just gonna dive right in. Sorry if it's bad, i'm rusty 😭

Cw: All characters are 18+, Smut, NSFW, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger Woman, Mentor/Student Dynamic, Fingering, Overstimulation, Cunnilingus

Haytham Lover tags (sorry if you don't wanna be tagged, just scream at me to stop lmao) - @ladysaturnsdust @demigoddessqueens @sangheilihoes @psybrepunk @bookworm-with-coffee

Thinking about how proud you must've made your Grand Master to have his thick fingers pumping inside your pussy, inching in and out in slow and skillful strokes while the pad of his thumb rubs your clit in tiny circles, making you jolt forward in your seat.

He has you slumped into his side, half of your body on his lap with one of your legs spread open across his thighs. Haytham presses his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and heavy as he keeps one hand wrapped firmly around your waist while the other performs unspeakable things to you.

And then you chase your orgasm with a delighted cry, cumming all over his fingers as he praises you.

"Good girl."

There's a hint of a smirk playing on his lips and you think it's the end but oh no, he doesn't stop.

When he sinks down between your legs, suddenly his fingers are replaced with his tongue, darting out and slowly dragging up your damp slit. He delivers slow and tortuous licks, watching how you writhe and whimper and cry, and you look so pretty as he pleasures you with his mouth.

Your moans and whines are so addictive to him that he grabs your hips tightly and encourages you to grind them against his mouth and when you do, a deep hum rumbles low in his throat as he finally slips his tongue in your cunt, his teeth lightly scraping against your clit.

"There we are, dear girl. Take what you need from me."

There are no thoughts circulating through your mind, only how your Grand Master so eagerly wants to make his pretty little student cum again. And he does, over and over again until you're begging and screaming his name in his office. You want him to stop but your hand clenched in his hair tugs him closer, your juices coating his lips. There's a final wash of pleasure rushing over you and when he pulls his head back up to look at you from between your thighs. Oh god. It's the way he licks your taste from his lips, grey eyes narrowed and full of intensity as he keeps the back of your knees propped up on his shoulders.

You're left there panting on his couch, your face twisted in bliss and then relief when you relax in the seat with your Grand Master still in between your legs.

Something about his eyes tell you that he's far from over.

[sangheilihoes]

🎀 Haytham NSFW alphabet 🎀

Warnings: Smut, that's it

Tagging: @konnisart @ladysaturnsdust @bloodhaven99 @demigoddessqueens @wyyvernn @haytham-loves-chocolate @psybrepunk @wetemplarsnow @vulpeculera @dairsmuids @anli-rambles @amefuyuu @grandmaster-haytham-kenway

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare king! Runs a bath for you, helps you clean, gets food and water and cuddles with you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your midriff is a definite favorite of his. Hips, waist, tummy, big or small, he loves it all.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

If you allow him, he’ll cum deep inside you. There’s nothing quite like breeding you spilling his seed into you. Also expect a large load, this man cums a lot.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really likes to sniff your panties. He feels ashamed, especially when he has to touch himself but he can’t help it, you’re addicting.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s canon that he’s slept with people before, so he’s fairly experienced. Now if you’re kinky, that’s a different story.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary, Lotus, Spooning, Prone Bone, Cowgirl.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s a serious man during, focused on your pleasure but he has goofy moments, mostly him teasing you

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Very well groomed. Like his head hair, there’s not a hair out of place. (he also has a happy trail, thank you @demigoddessqueens for that hc)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

VERY romantic, loves to kiss you, look at your face, touch every part of you and hold you close.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it often, he’s awful with self care so the only time when he jacks off is when he really needs to let off steam (or he can’t stop thinking about you)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

(These apply to both Dom and sub Haytham)

Breeding, hair pulling, spanking, orgasm control, worship, praising, just to name a few.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom. Doesn’t just mean the bed itself, he’ll take you against the dresser, on the floor, the wall. He’s also open to other places.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wearing his clothes, praising him, calling him a good boy, calling him sir (watch him crumble if you call him daddy or Grandmaster)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t hurt you, period. Spanking, hair pulling and hickeys is fine but anything that's going to leave you with deep bruises is a no go.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Gives more than receives and loves it! He’ll go to town on your pussy/dick until you’re crying, begging him to stop because of overstimulation. Please return the favor, he deserves a good sloppy.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Slow, rough and deep is how he likes it. If he’s desperate, then it’s brutal fucking.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes them, pull him into an alleyway for a quick fuck and it’s unlikely he’ll say no but he prefers to take his time, devouring you and leaving you completely sated.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s willing to experiment but really doesn’t want to take risks. If you really want a darker fantasy/harder kink fulfilled, then he’ll oblige, with many precautions.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depending on how pent up he is, he can go up to 3 rounds, each lasting 10-20 minutes. Doesn't mean hes done with you though, he’ll use his fingers and tongue to make you cum even more than him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t care for them at first but is willing to try. Needless to say, his life is changed forever. Vibrators, dildos, plugs, collars, he’s all about it. And he has toys for himself and you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease! Making you squirm and beg is so much fun. And it’s even more fun when you turn it around onto him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Low grunts, moans, gasps, the whole 9 yards but when he’s really into it, he can get loud, crying out your name. Hope you don’t have neighbors.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He gets pegged, 110%.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

https://www.tumblr.com/valvespikesandeverythingnice/735332841509076992 this but uncut

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Average. But when he’s in love, he can fuck like a rabbit, twice a day sometimes.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once the aftercare is done, he’ll cuddle you and wait for you to fall asleep before he does, although, there are times where he’ll fall asleep first.

[teecupangel]

@halfpintofanxiety asks for 28, 35, and 36 from the List of AC Fic Ideas I have at the moment:

35. (Multi) Yew Branches: Desmond as Random Parisian Assassin

A nonny asked for this too here's the link. :)

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28. (Multi) Bleeding Effect Smut: AltDes Courtesan Roleplay (empty)

This one has no notes but it is meant to be a sequel to this one

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36. (Multi) Tentacle Demon AU sequel

15th century

Desmond has fully become Altaïr's beloved 'spouse' and turns into a human-demon hybrid that gave birth to their first child, Ezio

Born as a human-demon hybrid, baby with octopus bottom. Connected to Altaïr with some kind of spiritual link that makes everything they eat satisfy Altaïr while impregnating Desmond satisfies his need to fuuuucccckkkk.

Altaïr is underneath Villa Auditore while Desmond becomes its current owner with the Auditore clan being a family that becomes a cult that worships Altaïr. (entire Monteriggioni) 

Ezio becomes a patron of the arts and takes Leonardo da Vinci to Altaïr to be a hybrid like Desmond.

The Kenways

Edward and Haytham being twins

Haytham being estranged after seeing how they let Edward do so much destruction. Edward accidentally being the reason why pirates are so brutal and badass. 

Haytham falls in love with Ziio but because he didn't bring her to Altaïr she dies giving birth to a cambion child.

Returns to Villa Auditore and leaves the baby with Desmond before leaving once more.

Desmond is with Aveline at this time and he names the baby Connor who grows up believing he's twins with Aveline and Desmond and Altaïr are his parents.

Haytham fucks up and a human named Shay accidentally drinks his blood. He goes back to Villa Auditore for help, complicated feelings over child Connor and Shay becomes bound to him kinda like Leonardo to Ezio. 

Haytham travels to the colonies with Shay because estranged son and all that bullshit.

Connor being cute

Add scene:

Connor: Will you come see us again, brother?

Haytham: We shall see, little one. (never calls Connor ‘brother’ but also never calls him ‘son’)

French Revolution

Arno being the next child. Desmond and Altaïr staying underneath Cafe Theatre for a change of scenery. Arno being super stalker for Elise who just smiled at him once.

Like Eddie Redmayne's chara in LesMis but demon human hybrid who wants to fuuuuccckkk

Either this turns into a freaking stockholm syndrome bs or Elise dies either by accident or she kills herself instead than be a hybrid's bitch. Idk. You decide. 

England Steam Industrial Revolution

Twins Jacob and Evie

Evie being more into leading the cult and flirting with Greenie (current cult leader)

Jacob making the rooks gang to make it easier to feed and also because he loves chaos

Jack the Ripper is actually a cultist who may or may not love Jacob as a father or like love-love and may have mistaken what the killing and eating truly does

[turtlesaph]

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Hello! Welcome to my listy! My rules are relatively simple. I don't do smut, kinks, incest, degrading matters, super sexual or sexualized content, multiverses or crossovers. I try to stick to the universe of the character personally. I will do platonic or romantic connections. I work a fulltime job so please be patient if I don't immediately respond.

I'm a story driven person so I love adventure, angst, fantasy, comedy, trauma/drama and some fluff. I do requests and/or RP (RP sticks to Discord). So feel free to ask me anything or request anything! Please share your thoughts, feelings, conspiracies, theories, head-canons and anything else related to the characters I write for!

CANON CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR::

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

Claire Redfield (Resident Evil)

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha/Yashahime)

Naraku (Inuyasha)

Toga (Inuyasha)

Kirinmaru (Inuyasha/Yashahime)

Slade (Teen Titans)

Jace Beleren (Magic The Gathering)

Darth Vader/Anakin (Star Wars)

Alex Mercer (Prototype)

Haytham Kenway (Assassin's Creed lll/Rogue)

Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda)

Rauru (Legend of Zelda)

Volga (Legend of Zelda)

Twinrova: Koume & Kotake (Legend of Zelda)

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Lilith (Hazbin Hotel)

Vecna/001-One/Henry Creel (Stranger Things)

Niklaus Mikaelson (Vampire Diaries/The Originals)

Caroline Forbes (Vampire Diaries)

AVAILABLE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR::

Haleru (King Rauru's brother) [Legend of Zelda]

Alanis (Overlord Sinner fox) [Hazbin Hotel]

Laviel (Slade's Apprentice/antagonist) [Teen Titans]

Locus (Teen Titan/hero) [Teen Titans]

These lists will not include everyone I write for, just the ones off the top of my head.

MY DISCORD IS:: aschrach

(Posted with half of the tags, will do another with the rest)

[seviiul]

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

ASSASSIN'S CREED

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

𝐈𝐈 :: Ezio Auditore de Firenze; Leonardo Da Vinci

𝐈𝐈𝐈 :: Connor Kenway; Haytham Kenway

𝐈𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 :: Edward Kenway

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :: Shay Cormac; George Monro

𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 :: Arno Dorian; Elise De La Serre

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 :: Jacob Frye; Evie Frye

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀 :: Eivor Varinsson/Varinsdottir

TOLKIEN

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

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 :: Bilbo Baggins; Thorin Oakenshield; Fili; Kili; Thranduil; Elrond; Lindir; Tauriel; Bard

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

Jack Sparrow

James Norringron

William Turner Jr.

Elizabeth Swann

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

Stede Bonnet

Edward "Blackbeard" Teach

Israel "Izzy" Hands

Jim Jimenez

(THIS LIST IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE)

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

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

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑰𝑰 : 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 / 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

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

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

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[cullen-rutherford-wifey]

Hi, would you write something about Haytham Kenway? Maybe that he comes back from an assignment / mission - is a little frustrated and takes his "frustration" out on his wife. You know what I mean - Haytham smut

Mhm mhm listen, it’s not your fault cause I forgot to put it on my don’ts list in my rules. But I won’t write for Haythem Kenway. My reasoning being, aside from the fact I despise him.

To clarify; By all means find him hot, find him an entertaining character, but he’s not someone to emulate or root for. And he’s not someone I’m comfortable writing.

Thats why I will not take this request, I’m not accusing anyone who likes him of being racist. I’m just tired of repeated behavior in the AC community within and outside of his fanbase. Of those who deny he’s racist, who denies his actions fundamentally align with white supremacy. That his entire character isn’t built upon the reality of powerful white men who reap the benefits of slavery and genocide of there time. But conveniently deny culpability for what they associate themselves with. Just cause he banged a Native American woman doesn’t mean his actions don’t have real world alignment with the genocide and slavery which took place in America. And still takes place today. Again, he’s a great character for it and an important one to discuss it.

And to even somewhat invite racist fans who defend him into my blog. I won’t risk nor will I tolerate such in this post, I won’t debate this in reblogs. If you bitch and have a problem I will simply block you. Have a nice day, I will be more conscious of my rules in the future