#Haytham x reader

[demigoddessqueens]

Tokyo Tea with Haytham?? (I gotta see how he is drunk)

Of course! 😄

If anyone else is interested, Writing prompt(s) are found here

Masterlist 11

You’ve rarely seen him drunk but it’s so amusing watching Haytham unravel

for someone who is the main leader, feared bane of The Brotherhood, he is the farthest from being put together whenever he gets alcohol

Either mumbles incoherently or he talks loudly while sloshing his words

Oddly dropping compliments towards you sometimes

you saw him get too deep in his emotions one time but never brought it up unless he awkwardly does

If he ever remembers what he was talking about from being drunk, he’ll brush it off as nothing but is “*screaming internally*”

Bonus points if you and Shay are mildly drunk/sober but Haytham is just a disaster™️ letting his mouth run around you two

[bloodhaven99]

On Fields of Sorrow…

[haytham-loves-chocolate]

Would you write a short story about Haytham reuniting with his childhood sweetheart. Maybe they both meet, in an old barn, for refuge from the redcoats?

Of course, I can! I will do my best at this, but I hope you enjoy this! Also, sorry it took me so long. Procrastination and other things just said hello to me and I invited them in, lol.

Here you are, again, being chased by the egotistical Redcoats. It was all so simple to you: You were walking along the streets of New York, minding your own business, when a four-group army of Redcoats decided you were in their way. One of them dared to push you aside, and, of course, you would not ignore their rude behavior. One thing led to another, and soon enough, more Redcoats came by, but you did not have the skills to take on all 13 of them. 

After a mere moment of blocking yourself from their attacks, and using other Redcoats as human shields from gunfire, you decided to make haste and, risked getting shot at as you quickly navigated your way through the big city, taking any shortcuts you could find. It felt like an hour passed as you kept running, your legs were aching and almost to the point of numbness if you did not stop soon. 

At last, you found yourself in the middle of an open field, and a red, empty barn with a big, white barn door open was up ahead. You made your way in without hesitation, and without a sudden thought, you quickly pushed on the door to shut it and lock it tight. From that moment on, you decided to lean your body against the barn door, letting out some deep breaths you held in for so long. Your eyes glanced around the barn, only to see it was all filled with hay and wooden crates that took up space in empty horse stalls. 

You also thought you were alone, completely and safely alone. You saw a shadow from the corner of your eye, from behind a pile of crates. Slowly the shadow started to disappear, your heart started to beat faster, and your mind was sending out fear signals, to the point where you had to, yet again, defend yourself from whoever or whatever was in this very barn with you. As you pulled out your gun, you could hear footsteps getting closer and closer to you. In the blink of an eye, your gun was pointing at the person who stepped once more in front of your view. 

For a moment, all you could see was red, another Redcoat it seemed. But, as your finger was close to the trigger, almost to the point of pressing it, you saw a face, a face from your past. The features of this person were of an attractive man, with eyes of a dark gray color, and eyebrows lowered to make him intimidating. His lips are steady, and his nose is the one thing that makes everything else attractive to you. However, it was what came out of his mouth that only confirmed your suspicions of who this man is.

“It is somewhat a rare coincidence that we introduce ourselves again, Y/N L/N.”

His voice is that of a noble British accent, only one man that you know has this voice. 

“Haytham Kenway.”

His name falls off your lips quite nicely, and with this, both his and your lips curl up into a small smile. Your hand is still raised with the gun in it pointed at his face. 

“Grand Master now, are you not? It is quite an honor to see you so… languorous.” 

“I think I should be the one to say such a word.”

He lets out a small laugh and with his left hand, he raises it to wrap it around the gun. You let your finger move away from the trigger, and you easily let him disarm you with a gentle touch. You feel your fingers brush against each other’s, something that you have missed for some time now, but you don’t act upon it for now. Your eyes watch as his hands hold your gun and his eyes inspect the color and design of it. 

“Not a bad firearm to have. Did you have someone buy it for you?”

“I stole it.”

His gaze on the gun disappears as he tilts his head up with his eyebrows raised to look at your serious face.

“I took it off a Redcoat a couple of days ago. Better looking than the other one I had.” You continued.

He only nods his head in understanding, not saying anything else as he gives the gun back to you. You place it back in its holster, looking at his face the entire time which goes back to the serious look he always has on.

“How has New York treated you?”

He questions as he starts to pace around the barn, glancing at you as you finally sit down on a bale of hay and rest your legs on another one next to you. From this, you can feel your feet relieved from the pain, but the aching is still there. 

“I have been managing myself. Though, it is not as easy as you think.”

You see Haytham makes his way over to you as you answer him, his soft stare starting to melt your heart. His eyes are now a bright gray with a hint of some blue in there too; he looks like a dream. 

He sits down beside you on another bale of hay and he gently and slowly moves your legs to rest on his. As he glances at your features, his voice also grows soft, and his large hands start to caress your legs, but you do not flinch or make a sound, actually liking the care he is giving you. Your body starts to relax, but your cheeks leave a tinted red there, a small blush that he cannot help but chuckle at. 

“I can see that.”

He pauses for a moment, the silence filling up the barn as you two glance at each other. In your mind, you are in heaven, living in a dream that has come true. 

“I do wonder though, how you have survived all this after leaving the Order.”

“I only learned from the best, Haytham.”

Your smile at his thoughtful statement has him smiling along with you. Just then, you feel his other hand touch your right cheek, caressing it so gently that you could cry. He doesn’t want to ruin the moment, as you can tell from how blue his eyes have become, but you do not mind it at all. He has always been such a gentleman, from all those years you two have been together. It only seems like it was yesterday that you left and that he came all this way just to meet you in this very spot, away from Redcoats nonetheless. Though he wears a Redcoat outfit himself, you do not question it, already knowing that it is probably a disguise mission gone wrong. 

The tension in the air is soft; just polite stares and sweet smiles on each other’s faces. You lean forward, along with him, looking into each other’s eyes, wondering, from each other’s point of view, who is going to do what first. A gentle brush of his lips against yours, a small kiss planted on your or his cheek, even something more like a gentle thumb brushing over your nose and his lips pressing against the tip of it in a loving, caring manner. Yet, that does not happen. Instead, he slowly and gently presses his forehead against yours, and a loving smile on his lips. 

“Bienvenido a casa, mi amor.”

That is all he whispers to you. Nothing else needed to be said. 

[wyyvernn]

A/n: whoops seems my hand slipped- also look at this smug prick i love him

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

Pairing: Haytham Kenway x Reader

Summary: One passionate kiss in the heat of the moment between you and your Grand Master leads him to ponder on the authenticity of it for the rest of the night.

It was all a blur really, an unexpected turn of events.

Haytham Kenway doesn't run with an entire unit of Redcoats after him. He's not reckless enough to strike without thought, to command his own to seek out trouble where it might get them killed.

Never would he retreat into an alleyway, accomplice dragging him along as they shove him into the safety of the shadows.

Shouting is heard all throughout the streets, like a pack of dogs barking and chasing after a cat. There's confusion spread everywhere among civilians who appear terrified, their clothes dull beneath the vivid reds frantically searching through the crowd.

Your lips stretch out into a grin, and your eyes gleam with mischief at the chaos unfolding despite your huffing. Your Grand Master on the other hand seethes in silence, partly because you caused the trouble that you two were in now, but also because he allowed it to happen.

Some of the soldiers draw near the entrance of the alleyway, clutching their muskets to their chests as they stalk towards the gap with suspicion. You can only think of one thing that would have them turning away but you're not sure Haytham would like it.

Still, it's the difference between being thrown in a cell or suffering minor embarrassment and getting back to the tavern.

Haytham is about to open his mouth until you plant your palms against his chest, shove his back against the brick wall and fix your lips over his. You hear the stiffled groan in his throat, feel the way his muscles turn stiff beneath your fingers, notice how his anger simmers into uncertainty, hesitation and then finally, acceptance.

You feel his hands take your waist, inching to go lower but he keeps them firm and fixed - a true gentleman. You smile a little at his cooperation, grabbing his hat from his head so you can wrap your arms around his neck a little better, your bodies taut and compact against each other.

The both of you try to make it like a passionate moment between two lovers instead of a desperate attempt to scare off the apprehending soldiers but it works regardless.

One curious Redcoat sticks his head into the alleyway from the corner. There's a moment where his eyes try to adjust to the scene before him, of you having your Grand Master against the wall, and him rubbing his palms up and down your waist in a continuous motion.

The Redcoat shakes his head and mutters something beneath his breath that you manage to catch before he leaves.

"Bloody lovers."

He signals his fellow soldiers that it's nothing interesting before they all march off. More sounds of shouting and boots hitting the pavement rotate around the city before they disappear into the distance.

You withdraw from Haytham, huffing once more as he does the same. You ignore the way he looks at you with so much emotion behind his eyes, one part bewilderment, another intrigue and something else like...disappointment.

"We should probably get back to the Green Dragon," you tell him and he nods in approval.

"Indeed."

He sits at his desk now, fingers occupied with the amulet and his mind boggled with the events prior that took place in the city.

He ponders the brief moment, recalling how soft your lips were, how perfect you fit into his embrace. Then he shakes his head of the thought, doubts that there was something more than a distraction in that kiss.

It was meaningless, he thinks in his mind. It was nothing but...he wants it to be something.

He is interrupted when you disturb him. You come unannounced, leaning against his doorframe like you own it, but you've done that so many times at this point Haytham thinks you already do.

"Need you to come down soon, Sir - dinner is nearly ready."

Haytham nods once and watches you go to leave, but his voice has you pausing in your step, pulling you back to face him.

"A moment, if you will."

That would usually be meant as an order from your Grand Master, his authority seeping into his voice and cutting sharply through the air. Except, this time it sounds more like a genuine request. His face is calm, eyes sincere and gentle.

Even you can see how quiet and different he's been since you both made it back to the tavern.

Without questioning him, your hands clutch the backrest of a chair facing him and drag it by your side to sit on.

"What is it?"

"I was wondering about what happened before, in the city..."

You sigh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"Okay, yes I get it. You're still mad that I lead a group of Redcoats after us-"

"After that."

To be honest he wasn't really angry about your reckless actions anymore. His fingers no longer fiddled with the amulet, instead they're now closed into a loose fist on his desk. Haytham gazes at you with nothing but seriousness, expression intense but not intimidating.

You try to refuse the memories suddenly flooding through your mind, of the chase, of the alleyway, and...the kiss, how his lips were so tantalising on your skin and his grip so firm on your waist.

You want to brush it off as nothing, in fact you did when you arrived back at the tavern. But with how intently he's looking at you now, with how he's expecting you to give an explanation, you just can't pass it off as a distraction.

It wasn't just nothing, you realise. You don't want it to be. You didn't think that it would haunt him all this time.

Despite his obvious feelings, you decided to approach him safely.

"You mean the kiss?" Your voice trails off softly, and you curse yourself for your sudden lack of confidence.

He nods simply in response. Your Grand Master has never liked wasting time, and you always admired that particular trait about him but when in the direct face of it, you've never felt so confronted.

"What did it mean to you? And please, no lies."

"What did you want it to mean, sir?" you counter.

You watch him raise his brow but it's not the first time you've answered him in such a way.

He says nothing but continues to stare, the emotion behind his eyes unreadable but so full of racing thoughts and silent confessions.

The amulet in his fist is placed alongside his hat in favour of taking your hands instead. The action startles you, almost prompting you to recoil if it weren't for how confident his grip was.

"Are you comfortable with this?"

Your mouth, although slightly agape, responds with a quiet yes.

His grey eyes flicker over your face, reading your body language and confirming your answer, then they drop down to your lips where they linger for a moment, giving you time to pull away.

But when you don't, his lips gently close the distance, warmth and an unexpected affection meet your skin.

The sounds from the tavern are drowned out, nothing but muffled noise in your ears as Haytham slides his free hand up to tilt your jaw. Both of you sink in peaceful bliss but as he withdraws, you miss the feeling immediately, and you're left with his thumb stroking your bottom lip with admiration.

"I'd like to have you closer by my side from now on," he whispers. It sounds like a demand, but you know it's more of a plea.

"Closer than I already am?" You reply, a teasing smile growing as you fiddle with one of his coat buttons, "I don't know how much closer I could be beyond your personal bodyguard or in this moment."

You catch a glimpse of a reciprocated playfulness in his behaviour, slight but most definitely there.

"Then how about as something more?"

"Why, do you mean to court me, Grand Master?" You respond, still playing with his coat.

As Haytham's face nears again, his voice becomes sincere.

"If you would have me."

[rea-grimm]

Dragon Haytham Kenway

You thought you and Haytham would spend Halloween together. You didn't expect anything big from him. It occurred to you that you could wear costumes and just watch a movie, go see friends, or just have a quiet evening in the mood for a spooky holiday.

Unfortunately, Haytham had to meet with the other Templars at the last minute. You weren't one of them yourself, as you had a different view of things, but that didn't stop you from being together. You didn't want him to go, but he promised you it wouldn't be long and he'd be back soon.

He left you home alone with that. You lasted a while. You were actually counting the minutes, until the time he promised you he would come back. But as the evening wore on, you started to worry that something might happen to him.

Not that he couldn't take care of himself, but you were still worried. In addition, he did not pick up the phone or answer your messages. He mostly texted you that he would be late and the like.

To shorten the wait, you changed into your costume, handing out candy to the carolers, but constantly watching for the Templar's return.

It was already long past midnight and you still knew nothing about him. You waited another twenty minutes before you decided to check on him.

You knew they were supposed to meet at Charles' house. That was also your first destination, where you decided to go in search of him.

You had never been to Charles' house before, but you often waited for Haytham outside. You walked up to the house and knocked on the door. However, the house was completely dark and silent.

That's how it looked at first impression. however, when you took a few steps back, you noticed that the light was on in the basement. You tried knocking again and ringing the bell.

No response again. However, you didn't want to just go back, so you tried to grab the handle. It was unlocked. You walked in and called out to Haytham and Charles. Again no answer.

It was obvious that there was no one on the upper floors of the house, so you made your way to the basement. You found the stairs leading down and started up them.

You had the impression that they were endless and so was the basement. It's like you went to another world. You expected to find them in a small room at a small table, playing cards, discussing politics, or whatever they were doing there.

Instead, you kept walking down the stairs. You didn't even see the ceiling anymore, just pillars and flickering lights.

You finally reached the bottom of the stairs. Now you found yourself in a giant hall where you couldn't see the end. It seemed endless to you, full of columns.

You hesitated whether to go further, but when you got this far, you didn't want to go back down the long stairs empty-handed. That's why you moved on.

You passed pillar after pillar and the beams attached to the pillars gave you light.

"What are you doing here? This is sacred ground! Is it not enough for you that you are delaying our Master from his mission?!” Charles Lee's voice came familiarly from behind you. 

That person hated you from the first moment he found out you were in a relationship with Haytham. You had the impression that he was beaming at you.

“Hi Charles,” you greeted him. Even though he beat you, you wanted to prove to him that you were better. “I went for Haytham. He was late, he didn't answer my phone and I was worried,” you explained innocently.

“Maybe this is the opportunity I've been wanting,” he started talking to himself instead of answering you. "There's no one here to see me get rid of you!" he growled, pulling a knife from his belt and running towards you.

You screamed in shock and ran away. Although you had no idea where, but mainly away from the madman.

You were running when you tripped over your own foot and very soon you were on the ground. Charles was on your heels and before you could scramble to your feet he would be with you.

You were mad at yourself for it, but now wasn't the time to feel sorry for yourself. You rolled over, ready to kick him before he had a chance to stab you.

You had no idea how it happened or how it was possible, but before Charles could get to you, a giant, dark blue dragon flew towards you and got between you and Charles.

It was a stunning creature with beautifully coloured scales. What interested you even more, however, was how Charles spoke to the creature. He spoke to him with respect as he spoke to your Templar. As if the dragon was Haytham.

Charles made the excuse that you were just delaying Haytham and distracting him from his goal. The dragon didn't like that though, and before you knew it, he breathed a fire out of its mouth, narrowly missing Charles, who must have felt its heat. The dragon roared at him some more, causing the room to shake, before turning in your direction.

You were still on the ground and even though your mind was telling you to "RUN!" you were paralyzed and couldn't move. You watched with horror in your eyes as the dragon's head bowed down to you before the entire lizard was engulfed in dim light.

As the light faded, Haytham stood before you, dragon wings, horns sticking out of his forehead, and a long scaly tail. He didn't look at all excited to see you there.

He was the first to tell you that you had no business being there. You almost got yourself killed. However, when he saw your guilty expression mixed with confusion and fear, he just sighed. Haytham bent down and took you in his arms.

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long," he apologized. You shook your head that he had nothing to apologize for. You should have trusted him, but you also confessed your fears.

With that, he carried you back to your home, where he intended to relieve you of all worries.

Assassin's Creed Masterlist

[kiatheinsomniac]

Heyaa Kiaaaa (its wyy btw <3) just wanna ask if you're up for some Haytham headcanons with what he'd be like as a yandere or just some romantic things he'd do (or both) for his s/o. Just ignore this if you're not up for it haha ^^

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ok I've had some writing juice (aka: a whole bottle of vodka and lemonade to myself ♡. 18 to drink here btw before anyone comes at me) and sooooo here we go with some headcanons hehe

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Haytham Kenway

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: canon-typical violence, yandere-typical content

｡･:*˚:✧｡haytham kenway

♡ Haytham was raised to be a gentleman and so this is exactly how he presents himself to you: he's courteous and kind, always ready to protect or defend you whether that be with his sharp sword or his even sharper tongue.

♡ he insists on offering you his arm to hold when you walk around together, will give you his cloak no matter how much you protest when it's cold and he'll always leave the carriage first to offer you a hand getting out or his hands are around your waist to help you dismount your horse, even if you don't need the assistance.

♡ he'll speak out against anyone who speaks ill of you and there have been times where he's challenged a man to a duel to defend your honour (of course, knowing that he would come out the victor)

♡ you're spoiled rotten by him at every opportunity too. If you so much as look at something in a shop for too long, he's buying it for you. It makes him satisfied to know he can provide these things for you.

♡ now, it's because he was raised a gentleman that all of these chivalrous actions are so important to him, especially considering the shameful, shameful thoughts he has about you.

♡ the duels weren't just out of gentlemanly duty but because no one should ever speak to you or of you in such a manner. They didn't deserve to keep their tongues, let alone their lives. You were a precious being and, even if you're capable of defending yourself, Haytham wants to protect you from any evil that this terrible, terrible world holds, no matter how great or small.

♡ more often than he could ever bring himself to voice aloud, he's thought of just taking you away, keeping you locked up from this awful world. You make him strive to be a better man and he's sure he could give you everything you could ever need. He wants your world to revolve around him as much as his revolves around yours because this must be love, right?

♡ he relishes in every interaction between the two of you: the feeling of your fingers squeezing his arm as you walk around town together, the way you once snuggled up to him to chase away the cold when you had to camp outdoors while travelling and he spent the night intoxicated by your scent, the times your touch has been so tender while patching up his injuries.

♡ he begins to realise that he's no longer working because the Order's ideology says so but because if he can control the masses with the apple then he can keep everyone away from you and have you all to himself.

♡ oddly, you also terrify him. He's lost nearly every independent part of himself to you. Sure, he can make his way in the world but he could never live without you, only exist.

♡ Haytham's a very intelligent man and he learns how to lure you in closer to him. You sleep in his bed now and carding his hair through your hair puts the finest silks from the east the shame. Your smile outshines the sun, the moon and her stars. Your laughter is a melody that composers aspire to craft but never could. Maybe these gods from a previous civilisation do exist and, if so, you must be one of them because you are far superior to any creature he has ever seen.

♡ He won't need to take you away in the end and that relieves the part of him that knows he should never think of such things and he should always treat you like a princess. Why would he ever need to kidnap you when he knows how to orchestrate every event in your life to make you depend on him?

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[helpyourselfwithcherrywine]

Haytham X Reader

The Beginning of the End

A/N: This is part of the last fic, it is where Y/N passes and is based off that one scene from HBO John Adams where Mrs. Adams passes. Not gonna lie that scene made me cry like a baby. Like and Reblog if you like.

Warnings: angst, death, no happy end, Haytham can’t get a break

Also, NO ONE HAS ANY PERMISSION TO STEAL, COPY OR TRANSLATE THIS AND TAKE THIS AS YOUR OWN.

March 1786

Y/N had been sick for a while and didn’t seem to get any better. Haytham had called upon every doctor in the colonies and none had been able to find out the cause of her sickness. As each day passed, Haytham grew more frustrated and worried. Y/N couldn’t be dying, she was too young, it was too soon. They had only just reconciled and rekindle their love for each other. Her breathing was labored and her face had been drained of all color. She was drenched in sweat even with her thin nightgown and the cool spring air blowing through the windows.

Haytham walked in and saw her looking at the vase of flowers by the windows. Her labored breathing was a stab in the heart for him. He missed her laugh, her smile, her cheeky jokes. The sound of his cane hit the floor, unintentionally startling her from her brief peace. Behind his hand, Haytham held a bundle of crocuses and put them in the vase. He brought one of the flowers to her. “Look here my dearest, I brought you flowers” Haytham brought the flower to Y/N and laid right beside her. “Yeah, the pretty flowers, they’re beautiful just like you, yeah” He leaned down and planted kisses on her forehead. Y/N mumbled incoherently as Haytham wiped the sweat from her face.

Weakly she touched the flower, “ You know, I always knew you were a romantic at heart” she said faintly. Haytham slightly chuckled, "Only to you, you are the only one who has made me do crazy things in the name of love, my dear” Sighing, “ I just want to tell you that I love you Haytham, I’m sorry that we couldn’t spend more than five measly years together” her breathing became labored, tears began to fill her eyes. “I’m sorry that I was not there when you needed me the most I ---” Y/Ns eyes closed as struggled to find air. Haytham shushed her and tried to calm her down. “Shush, don’t work yourself up over nothing, If anything It’s me that should be sorry, I was never worthy of you. You gave me the truth, your heart and patience and I threw it away like if it was yesterday’s paper. You are an angel who let someone like myself love you and take you for his selfish reasons.”

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “You are going to fight whatever this is and we are going to be fine. You are a fighter my love, you just fight” Y/N’s wheezing grew stronger and she shook her head. “Not this time my love, I’m sorry Haytham, I love you I---” gasping for air, she froze with tears falling from her face. Haytham shook his head , he opened his mouth to speak but realized that Y/N was as still as can be. He brought his hand to her chin and looked in to her eyes. Her pupils were dilated and their was no sign of life in her. Her hand went limp on the bed. Haytham began to call out her name, but she did not respond. He began to shake her from her shoulders and checked if her heart was still beating, but was met with silence. He begin to wail and sob calling her name over and over, begging her to come back, screaming at the sky above why he had taken her from him. He scooped her up into his arms and began to cradle her face onto his chest. Her eyes void of any life staringback into him. He shut his eyes and continued to cry until the moonlight and cry of crickets woke him up.

Here's the last fic:

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Head cannons bc I can - Assassin’s body parts preferences (and extras...)

AN: I would just like to say that ALL of the Assassin's will protect their love with their lives, not standing for any disrespect or rudeness toward her in any way shape or form. I may not have put it in the description of every Assassin, but it goes without saying. ALSO, plz don't @ me bc this is my first ever spicy post lol

Altair Ibn La’Ahad - loves burying his face in her neck and grabbing her backside cheekily lol, loves bathing with her but won’t deny that’s it’s hard to control himself around her naked body. Comes to her after a mission (if they didn't go on it together that is or if she's not an assassin) to hold her and just melts against her, grateful to have her and be back in her arms alive. Pulls her away ever so often to a corner where he'll kiss her breathless and then just walk off like nothing happened (this man-), loves to chase lol if she runs from him, it sets something deep and primal off in him, and when he eventually catches her? 😳😳😳

Shay Patrick Cormac - definitely breasts lol and has a thing for waists, also loves thighs & has a thing for kissing from the top of her foot to the inside of her thighs, this man can pick up grown soldiers, flip them over his shoulder and then just toss them to the ground like it nothing so he’s strong - tell.me he doesn’t pick up his love and carry her off for some alone time. She won't have to worry about anyone on the Morrigan getting any ideas because Shay has made it VERY clear that she's his and his only. He'll legit fight for her if someone makes her uncomfortable or harasses her and make them regret the day they were born (that is if they can even think afterward bc they'll probably be dead). It - depending on the mood he's in - makes him feel very loved and cared for or very turned on and ready to pin her down, when she kisses the scar over his eye. Don't even get me started on how naughty this fricken man is in Irish Gaelic. (Sir! Control thyself!)

Edward Kenway - an ass man for sure and he loves the thighs too, stands behind her and glares at anyone who checks her out from his spot behind her where he’ll press a possessive kiss to her shoulder while glaring at them. Why do I have feeling that this man has a thing for women who can shoot guns? If she shoots a gun in front of him all pirate-esque he'll literally beg her to step on him haha. Loves him a mouthy feisty woman because not only does it turn.him.on, he gets a kick out of a lovely woman being able to blow someone out of the water with her insults & statements of self-defense. Will also waylay anyone who disrespects her, he'll actually feed them their teeth (don't test him with her)

Jacob Ethan Frye - both the man’s bi lol he can have both if he wants, he for sure does playful butt pats and grabs occasionally but usually when they’re alone (USUALLY & if a Rook bore witness? THEY SAW NOTHING), definitely into holding his love on his lap and whispering dirty things in her ear to fluster her. Will fight to protect her and God help them because they'll have him and the Rooks to deal with (that is if Jacob doesn't crush them and turn them into dust that blows away in the wind lol). Also loves him a feisty and mouthy woman, if she's sarcastic, witty and goofy on top of that? This man is more whipped than whipped cream. Total gentleman even if she can hand his ass to him on a silver platter, he still treats her with utmost respect. Enjoys lying in bed with her and cuddling (give the man all the cuddles STAT) lazily playing with her hair and believe it not - not all kissing with the amorous assassin leads to *wink wink*. He genuinely enjoys laying there with her on a slow day and kissing her sweetly, over and over again. Man is a genuine romantic sweetheart (and nothing will change my mind). It's not an odd occurrence for Evie to wonder where her younger brother is, only to find him conked out on his love's chest just peacefully snoozing away as she holds him reading a book or some files. Totally see him tracing his fingers down her sternum until he reaches her breasts and tracing the insides of them to get her riled up (if he's feeling mean he'll even give a cheeky kiss haha). Also loves to chase her across rooftops and make bets of a spicier nature...

Evie Frye - loves to kiss her loves hands & jaw (particularly that one little spot…) and trace kisses down her sternum, has a habit of cornering her and making out with her lol then she just goes on about her day like nothing happened, plays footsies underneath table surfaces (CHANGE MY MIND). Loves all of her and honestly don't think she would have a preference, Evie's just grateful to have her at all and be with her. Woman was dedicated to being alone as a result of being in the Brotherhood. Think she would get a kick out of witty and playful banter, the more her love speaks the more in love she falls and the more she desires her. She's good with her hands. I said it. Sue me. She.has.good.hands. The woman tis skilled (in more ways than one...) This also pertains to corsets and buttons whether it be doing them or undoing them... Kind think she would like chasing her love through the city too and if it ends up in a garden? The woman internally swoons.

Kassandra of Sparta - breasts she likes pulling her love against her and then looking down to see them pressed against her armor being gorgeous as usual and she loves to grab hips, she will CUT Alcibiades if he looks at her love lol bc she KNOWS what he's thinking about, only lets her hair down around her love and adores laying in between her thighs while her fingers give her a head a very relaxing massage (seriously they can put the woman to sleep lol)

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - I think we can all agree that this sweet man isn't very sexual BUT once he settles down, he does have an appreciation for his loves figure. Loves to hover over her from behind and kiss the top of her head, and when things get more intimate between them, he loves to give her kisses all over her face. Flowers with him would be a common occurrence, often times she wakes up to beautiful wildflowers on her bedside table or on the pillow beside her. This man is a good provider. And if she takes an interest in hunting with him, more than a few times he'll briefly lose interest in hunting the animal and playfully hunting her instead... Feel like he strokes her legs lovingly and takes his time exploring the sexual feelings he has for her. He would love her breasts because they're beautiful, soft and full of life.

Alexios of Sparta - ass for sure he seems like a butt smacker haha she’ll be minding her own business when he comes out of nowhere and gives her a light loving smack. He comes up behind her and literally sweeps her off her feet - no pleasantries, just "you're mine now" lol

Haytham Kenway - breasts has a thing for tracing the tops of them when she wears dresses to get her riled up all while delivering an “innocent” kiss to her flaming red cheek, will randomly stoop to her level to whisper something 😳 in her ear. Get a vibe that he would spoil her with beautiful jewelry and then woo her until it's the only thing she has on, before taking her to bed... Morning sex seems like the norm for him because he's not always there when she falls asleep arriving home late, but when he sees her in the morning, he more than makes it up to her and greets her in very steamy manner. He reminds her to remain neutral when she stands next to him during a meeting as he sits down with his hand hidden by her dress on her backside gently squeezing and acting completely casual about it the cheeky -

Desmond Miles - breasts & when Shaun stresses him out, he presses his head into them lol it’s stress relieving, comes up behind her and hugs her tightly, definitely into spooning he likes the physical contact, and he melts when she kisses his forehead. Before everything he screwed, but now with the woman he loves? He makes love and thoroughly enjoys every second of it with her. Having her by his side through everything means more to him than he can express.

Arno Victor Dorian - this man feels like a worshipper he would love all of her body and take his time with her, but he does tend to go for breasts more coming out of nowhere and kissing the tops of them reverently throughout the day, definitely takes her hand in his and kisses it with full eye contact to the point where it makes her blush, earning a chuckle from him. Tell me that this man doesn't pull her away to corners throughout the day or on a mission and kiss her before walking away casually like nothing happened lol. Got a feeling he's very into whisking his love away just getting her attention and pulling her away to wherever they can have a few moments alone together. Good kisser. I refuse to believe anything else. He swoops in gives a sweet kiss that leaves her flustered, and he stands there watching her with a smile on his face. For some reason I think he's into the whole secret lover rendezvous thing, aka coming in through his love's window or meeting her secretly (it's exciting and he gets her all alone...)

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze - also feels like a worshipping type of man except everywhere, everything, all the time lol, but he does have a preference for breasts often times hugging his love around the waist and burying his face in them. We've all seen how this man has thing for pinning his lady to the wall...do with it what you will. But he does it to her and OFTEN lol. A little more promiscuous in public - stopping of course if she gets uncomfortable - than others and is not afraid to show how he feels about her. Also, a good kisser. I mean COME ON.

Bayek of Siwa - he loves her breasts because beneath them lies her heart and he cherishes the fact that she has given it to him, loves to star gaze with her - they lay there together peacefully as he tells her about the constellations and their meaning. Loves bathing with her just laying back and relaxing, eyes roving her form as she cleans him and gives him a shave (he refuses to shave unless she does it for him bc he loves her touch and how great her handiwork is). Gives the kinds of kisses that melt her like a stick of butter lol, a kiss from him has a lot of emotion poured into it telling without words how much he loves her.

[mtchacffinz]

—and the love bug strikes!

prompt!!! "Just one kiss, please?" Me when I lie 🤭

content!!! NSFW, needy!reader, dom!Al Haitham, office fuck, slight dumbification, domestic, sweet talk, established relationship (married), soft and rough(?) sorry honey i don't have a scale for this one

note!!! kaf here once again! i seem to love writing for this man a lot. expect more of him from me soon ~ he's so lovellyyyy and hott, and lovely and hot and super lovely and h

You listen to his light breaths, the rise and fall of his chest is enough to calm you down. After four months of work that he's appointed Acting Grand Sage, he's been extra busier than usual. Although the man works efficiently, he still has scribe duties to attend to; and by the time that's done, he sees that his other job is stacked.

Fortunately, after a little convincing, he allowed you to sit on his lap until he finishes one report. Just one. Just for the sake of you and your clinginess. To be fair, four months? It has been four months since he hasn't done anything but duty work because of this artifact archiving project! For his temporary solution, you are to hold him for as long as Al Haitham allows you to.

Al Haitham has always been a man of stoicism. If it's something that's unnecessary for his work, he skips it. If it disrupts peace of mind, he puts it away. If something is hindering his progress, the scribe will undoubtedly push it out of his way.

He almost never goes home. When he does, it's either to grab a few relics and artifacts that's essential to his current progress. All your husband gives you is a quick peck on your lips and he waves goodbye once again.

Atleast.. that was supposed to happen.

It started with a small kiss, but all of the sudden Al Haitham's breathing was ragged as you once again take him into your lips— hungry, roughly, and rigid. Your tongues danced and swirled into a rhythm-less pattern seemingly incoherent. It was like an instinct on play, desperately trying to relish and prolong the warmth you've oh so waited to finally devour.

Al Haitham's hand supports your figure, a firm grip on the small of your back. He allows every crevice of his mouth explored, neck absolutely violated by hungry, yet delicate kisses enamoured by yours truly, alone.

Alas in but a few moments— he pulls back from you leaving you wanting for more. Voice barely above a whisper, he tells you that you need to breathe. Take it easy, and breathe. Eyes hazy, you're surprised by the sudden haste you've displayed when you nodded meekly.

He lay his forehead on your own when a moment of silence was shared between you two. He feels your breaths turn softer and softer before he finally speaks once again, only to get cut off.

"I want you right now, you know?" You say slowly, and he doesn't interrupt— only giving you a slight smug look as if he's won something. He dips his head back to your lips but it's much more calmer this time. Al Haitham's pecks and kisses were tender and warm— and it somehow enchants you more to speak out.

"I miss you, you know?" barely letting it out as a mumble, he stilll grasps your words. You latch your arms onto his neck for support when he targets your neck, emitting small mewls from your throat. "It was so lonely. Your bed was always empty."

"I know."

He offers hums and hushed words. His velvet voice strumming each and every one of your nerves ro relax. Al Haitham's comforting words threatened the tears in the corner of your eyes to betray you, but alas you let them. They fall from your eyes hurriedly— yet he doesn't mind at all. In fact, he kisses your tears away, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Strong arms quickly pick you up from his lap proping your figure on the table. He took the liberty of discreetly organizing the files away because he knew this would inevitably happen sooner or later. It was you, after all. Al Haitham's tongue was all over your chest with his hands trailing all kinds of intentions in your body. No skin left unloved, his firm grip on you was apparent.

"W-Wait. Your documents—"

"You don't get to think about that right now." He softly taps your forehead, cheeks flushed with soft rose hues. "All I want to know is how you've been." You don't respond. It was a question he already knows the answer, but his voice is so so gentle and soft you take his lips back to yours.

"I'm fine now."

"'Now'? So you weren't fine before?"

"Don't tease me, Al Haitham.."

Al Haitham hums. Oh well, now you have to finish what youve started, right? Al Haitham traces circles on your thighs, seemingly thinking about something. Before you could ask what's on his mind, he tugs on your undergarments, those royally gem imbedded eyes of his trail back towards yours with a glint of mischief.

"Take them off."

For what it was worth, it certainly looks like he wasn't the only one holding back. The grey haired man firmly held you in your place making the most out of what's in between your legs. He traces circles, he sucks on your sensitive numb like his life depended on it. Al Haitham would trace the curve of your back when you arch for him when he hits that sweet spot that never fails to elicit a strong electrifying reaction out of you.

The Scribe diligently works his way through your folds, glistening with both his spit and your juices. Once you start holding onti him tight, he slows down and resumes again. God, he loves seeing your face contort from anticipation of your orgasm to a puzzled scrunch.

"Cumming.. cum- cummin—g..!! Ahn, aahgg! please—"

"Ah, ah. Eyes here." He leaves your pussy hanging, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Your cute face is so flushed from the stimulation it's taking every inch of his being to pull down his pants and fuck your face right then and there. You hands attempt to entangle in his hair, but he pushes you away. "Don't hug me. I want to see your face."

You could only whimper back. He was so mean when you're clingy. Although he never means it in any way repulsive, his tongue is adept in such filthy language that gets your cunt throbbing. Al Haitham dips his face into your lips, his tongue exploring every crevice of it like it's his fucking birthright. Those slender fingers if his creep up on your heat, inserting his middle finger while his thumb rest on your clit.

Al Haitham's breath hitches. "Fuck, you're so wet.." before you could respond, he shuts you up by kissing you deep again. "I love you. I love you.." your husband repeats to you like a matra as his fingers rut themselves into your sopping pussy. You don't know whether or not he's telling that to you, or your cunt but you're not complaining either way. You were too sensitive to think straight, but you're not too lost to not reciprocate his words. Although your words are a little broken, you managed to let out a few strings of affirmations yourself. "—Haithaam... i love you, my Haitham...♡".

You could feel Al Haitham's breath hitch in your neck.

"My Haitham. My Haitha— fuck. I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'mgonnacumm...!!" His fingers' pace starts to pick up that your legs were barely even getting a hold of themselves— trembling just by how playful he is playing with your cunt. Al Haitham breaks eye contact, nuzzling into your neck. His breaths ragged and hair disheveled from all the hair pulling you've been doing. He relishes in your scent and speaks.

"I'm listening.." mumbling, hinting for you to go on. He's always loved it when you're fucked dumb. When you ramble what you usually don't say in public. When you tell him your deepest desires just for his ears only, looking at the way your face scrunches up under him.

"I want your cock deep in my pussy haithaamm...♡ I want it kissing the deepest part, Haitham. Please? Pretty please? Please pleasepleasepleas—" You whimper like a pathetic slut. Your nails dig deep into his arm when his tongue starts lapping up in your neck. "I deserve it, I do. You know I do, right? I d—unnggff..!!" Whatever it was to come out of your mouth died in your throat as your whole body spiked up in his arms, your climax washing over you.

Your husband pumps a few more thrusts helping you ride out your orgasm, planting tender kisses on your collarbones.

You could feel hot breath on your neck, hitting your flushed cheeks. Al Haitham's right hand rest on your waist, subtly guiding the plush of your ass to his erection. His free hand clasps yours, thumb brushing your knuckles. Chaste pecks all around the nape of your neck, from this view.. it really does tempt him to bite and mark you down right now.

"Ah.. ah. I'm a little sensitive.."

"It's okay for you to back down." He softly mumbles. "Do you need to go?" He says, concern laced in his tone. You were a little more conscious of his hands on your waist, as it grips you tighter. You shake your head no.

There's no way you would back down. Not when you could feel his painfully erect cock behind your back. You expected him to ask another question in his gentle voice, but was met with a surprise of change in demeanor instead.

"Then bend over."

"I HAVE NO TIME FOR PLEASANTRIES SHOW ME YOUR WIENERRRRR" i know y'all r only here for the smut.. horny fuckers. Feed my brainrot so i could write more for you horny fuckers. My requests are open (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)♡

[konnisart]

Listening to Depeche Mode on this one gives an extra inspo boost

Also know as : "My hand slipped " 🫠

WIP, has me on a choke hold 🫡✨

[demigoddessqueens]

Thank you I'm so excited! Anyway here's the idea how would Shay and Haythem (Separate) react to Assassin Reader/S/O yeeting the Apple of Eden to an area where no one can get it. They even said "I don't trust anyone Templar or Assassin even myself with that damn thing, human kind shouldn't mess with it!" then proceeds to run off to who knows where. (Bonus if it takes place in Rogue,)

I love this as a concept because it can be so much potential angst and E2L!

Shay 🍀

He’s got A LOT of mixed feelings, considering he’s just recently joined the Templars. On one hand, he wishes you could’ve been on his side when he defected from Achilles and everyone else. But, better late than never in his opinion. No more innocents who could be lost. If possible, He’ll try and track you down afterwards to talk. He may not be an Assassin anymore, but he more than trusts you now.

Haytham

Naturally, he’s going to feel incensed about such an impulsive move towards what he’s been searching for. Sure Shay may try and calm him down, but even that will be a challenge itself. You’re everything that represents what his father stood for, what he’s opposed to, and against his better judgment he let down his boundaries for you. Days, weeks, months, he’ll come to his rational senses after a while and would want to see you again. At least to see your POV

[yasashii-leaf]

Imagine coming back from a mission being really cold; Automatically Shay and Haytham drag you in front of the fireplace for snuggles

[weirdest-lights]

Shay and Haytham aren't having a good time with the new stray.

[haytham-loves-chocolate]

A small draft I’ve thought about (sappy prompt #16 is included somewhat in this)

“Why can’t I kiss you? Why won’t you let me kiss you?”

Her cries silently breaks his heart, seeing him walk away without a glimpse or touch of affection. His body turns to see her posture tensed, her hands clenched into fists then back to hands, her glossy eyes, her biting her lip, the anxiety of all this finally getting to her. That she feels like she isn’t loved by the one she gives her all for.

“You know I’m always here for you.” He tries to calm the situation, which only makes her angrier.

“You’re not now. Right now, I don’t know what the future is going to be for us, for me. And I’m afraid. Afraid to lose you, lose me, my mind, and, I wish I could go back in time to see you again. I want to so badly, don’t you see?”

“You have never been touched.” His hands close together behind his back, and his demeanor, his lips, the furrow of his eyebrows. It’s like he can read her through. “A gentle hug, to let your heart out. Would you like me to do that?”

“I, I think it’s what I need, yes.” She wipes the tears that dare to drop down her cheeks with the palm of her hand, and her fingers brush off the ones stuck on the baggy eyes of hers. More like veins bulging through the skin, to make a line of purple under her eyes.

He doesn’t need to say anymore words, as her feet start to walk, her tears streaming down her face, and finally feels release in his arms. His gentle hug, breaks her down into a broken shell, a part of herself that was begging to exist now does. He doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch, just there, is he. He rocks her side to side, slowly as he hears her cries. Her head falls on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, trying her best to calm down.

“Let it all out, love.”

That sentence sends her reassurance, a calming reminder that she has someone to cry on. That his touch is… loving, caring, and a peaceful one.

[wyyvernn]

A/n: thought i would do these for my favourite assassins/templars since i did them for Castlevania. Maybe I'll do them for others

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

How they kiss you - Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor), Haytham, Jacob, Evie, Shay

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Slow and sweet, like calm waves licking the shore or gentle spring winds flying through leaves. His arms are warm around you, heat seeping through his palms as they grip your waist. Sometimes you can feel his hesitance, how his lips barely touch yours, like you're glass and he's afraid to break you. The rough pads of his thumbs feel like a feather sweeping over your soft chin, though - tentative but endearing.

Haytham

Slow, deep and confident, each kiss from his lips feels expensive and so intoxicating like rich red wine. His palms press ever so slightly against your neck, thumbs cradling your jaw as he tilts your face up towards him. His lips curl as he feels your pulse quicken beneath his fingers, even more so as he pulls away, enjoying the hot flush he brings to your skin and the way he leaves you wanting for more.

Shay

Short, fast and a little playful, Shay takes your breath away everytime. Always quick and always eager, as if he wants to steal all of your attention before someone else does. Sometimes during calm nights on the seas, he likes to take you in his arms and slow dance at the helm of his ship beneath the stars, even as you protest and shy away. He simply laughs and presses an apologetic kiss to your forehead, asking you to suffer a silly moment with him.

Jacob

Wild and passionate, you can never get Jacob to sit down, but when he does, he's gathering you into his lap, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, your collarbone and sometimes...much lower. Many times have his rooks walked in the midst of your...activities, and on more embarrassing occasions, his sister too. Although, not once has he let it bother him or that smug grin.

Evie

Adoring and gentle, Evie leaves you feeling protected and treasured. You take great pleasure in her affections, in the times that her elegant fingers caress your cheeks, and how her perfect lips brush over your knuckles like the softest of silks. Every act she inflicts on your body is pure and heavenly but it feels so sensual and sinful, as if her touch shouldn't feel this good. Regardless, you soak up everything she gives you.

[dairsmuids]

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.”