#shay cormac smut

[intoxicated-chan]

Could I possibly ask for NSFW Shay x reader content? If you’re not in the mood for anything smutty then just general Drabble/hc content is more than fine too! Any Shay content is welcome 🖤

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Summary ➳ When Shay remembers your dream to see the Northen lights, it takes the chance to take you there and love you under the stars.

(A/n) ➳ Your wish is my command! If you guys have any Shay requests, I’m open!! This was more fluff than smut, I honsetly got carried away with this.

Word Count ➳ 2.6k

Content warnings ➳ Female reader/Navigator reader, teasing, jealousy, mentions of killing, sexual content, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, p-in-v, creampie...

Everyone knew that Shay and Chevalier never got along. At first, Shay could take it, the insults, and the fights, but it became worse when Chevalier overheard Shay’s desire to court you. It was during an argument when it was brought up, teasing Shay, laughing at him, and getting physical with him, laughing at his missed punches. As usual, Liam stepped in, silencing Chevalier, and snatching Shay away.  

Shay could still hear his laughter as Liam tried his best to comfort his best friend. But Chevalier became his nightmare when he arrived from a mission to find you and Chevalier sitting on the steps of the manor, a happy expression on your face as Chevalier spoke to you.  

He stepped in, questioning why Chevalier was still here when Achilles was looking for him. But Chevalier saw right through his act, knowing how it pissed Shay off to see you with him and so before he left, he gifted you a book, one that you have been looking for.  

Shay hated how your eyes gleamed as you took the book from his hands and continuously thanked him. It was a rare book in your eyes. You escaped from your home, just days away from marrying an older nobleman when you turned eighteen.  

Shay knew that you knew Chevalier was being kind to you. Another rarity around here and he tried not to take it to heart.  

“Is something the matter?” You asked Shay, obviously clueless and knocking Shay out of his mind. “Did the mission not go as planned?”  

“Everything is alright.” He replied, giving you his signature smile. “I’ll meet you on the Morrigan?” He placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it.  

“Oh yes! I have a charted map that I must give.” You nodded. “Chevalier said I was learning rather quickly.”  

“Did he now?”  

You nodded once again before scurrying off, waving him goodbye. He watched your figure head towards the Morrigan, making sure he saw you entering the cabin of the ship. 

And after giving his report to Achilles, you were not in the cabin anymore. You were relaxed, sitting on his ship as you read your book. You just looked so beautiful unbothered and hated to bother you, you were enjoying the moment.  

You swiped the strays of hair in your face away, trying to focus on your book. “Chevalier certainly knows what interests you.” He commented. “My men say you refuse to move, that you refused to sing with them. I thought you enjoyed Leave her, Johnny.”  

“Chevalier’s taste is quite different than mine, I’d give him quite a scare if he truly read the contents of this book.” You marked the page of your book before closing it carefully. “I did not sing but I loved their voices. We should have them perform.”  

“Might I see?” Shay reached for the book, but you pulled it out of his reach. “C’mon, you’ve got nothing to hide from me!”  

“No.” You immediately said but your smile did not falter. “I must show you the map, I’ve located numerous military camps with supplies. They will be useful to the Morrigan.”  

You both walked to the captain’s cabin, Shay opened the door to let you in first and then closed it behind him. He followed you to the table with the map laid out, a part of North America with marked points.  

“It’s quite chilly but Chevalier it would be worth it.” You commented, pointing at one at a time to explain. “When I was using the spyglass, I was able to get some of the contents of the supplies. Here, you get wood and metal. And here, cannons. There is a fort here so you must tread carefully-”  

Shay didn’t bother to listen, rather, he took in your features, how your finger tapped in a certain pattern when at a marked location, how you went into detail about certain patterns soldiers take, or how each of the supplies can help the ship or crew in many ways. 

Memories of a conversation he had with you weeks earlier came through his mind, your laughter, your casual mention of an ethereal light. It all started when you went to North Atlantic once, the temperatures were freezing, and you remained up on the Crow’s Nest. He went to get you himself and he saw you stare up at the sky, like you were waiting for something.  

You explained the stories of his and Chevalier’s crew speaking of green arches that curve across the sky, lights dancing in the sky. You wished to see them yourself instead of hearing them or paintings, you wanted to gaze your eyes upon them.  

You were exquisite, magnificent, alluring... He knew the perfect time to take you to see the northern lights, he wanted to be the first to take you, to see your eyes gleam once more.  

“Are you listening to me, Shay?” 

Shay cleared his throat. “O-Of course!” He answered awkwardly. He tried to play it off, but you did not see him staring again. To see you so focused and helping him, made him all giddy, you are available for him. “You were talking about... Um, that camp.” He gestured vaguely towards the map. 

“Really?” You lifted an eyebrow, sneering but in a joking manner that Shay understood. You then pointed at one mark. “What does this camp hold?” You questioned.  

He leaned over the table, taking a moment to think. “Ammo! There's ammo.”  

You shook your head as you tapped the spot your finger still rested on. “That is not a military camp, Shay. It is a hunting location. I marked it for personal use. Might find some deer or rabbit there.”  

He was caught off guard, his cheeks had a tinge of red on them. “Right, of course. I knew that.” He rumbled, trying to recover.  

But your demeanor shifted from playful to worried. You have never seen Shay so distracted before. “There must be something on your mind. I have never seen you so distant.” Your tone became soft, folding your arms.  

He let his eyes wander, taking everything in the cabin except you. “It’s nothing too worrying.” He assured you but when he looked at you, his resolve softened. “I was thinking what you said once, about the lights, the ones you did not know the name of.”  

“The dancing lights in the sky?” Your expression slowly brightened when you realized. “Yes, yes. They say it is like the heavens themselves are celebrating or the spirits were dancing.” You awed with wonder.  

“I was thinking... Perhaps we could set a course north. Father than we had planned before. I would like to take you to see the northern lights or as Hope calls them aurora... Borealis?” Struggling to pronounce the name, he cursed at himself for screwing it up.  

The surprise and delight he saw on your face was worth more than all the treasures they had plundered. You stepped around the table and came closer to him. “Really? You would do that for me?”  

Shay nodded, placing both his hands on your shoulders. “Yes, I believe it’s time we chased something beautiful, not just profitable or killable.” 

“I’d like that very much, Shay.” His hands moved to cup your face, your eyes locking with his. “Thank you.”  

Nothing is said between you both, your faces just inches apart. The candlelight flickered, adding a touch to the moment. Shay started to lean in first, and you followed his lead. Your lips were about to touch until the doors to the captain’s cabin burst open.  

Liam barged in, he looked urgent but froze in place when he saw how close you two were. “Shay, (Y/n), sorry but-” Liam started, his eyes darting between you two. A smirk was briefly on his lips but stopped when Shay glared at him. He composed himself. “Achilles gave us orders. We need to set sail immediately.”  

The two of you pulled apart from each other, embarrassed, but you tried masking your disappointment, covering it up with a poor attempt at professionalism.  

Shay patted himself down, turning to face Liam. “And?” He motioned Liam to continue.  

“We’re goin’ North Atlantic.” Liam handed Shay a scroll. “The French are moving deeper, Achilles believes they have a lead on another Assassin branch, he wants us to intervene.”  

You fumbled with your hands, clasped together. “I shall start preparing the crew, check supplies, and repair the Morrigan if necessary.”  

As you moved past Liam to exit the cabin, Liam leaned closer to Shay, his voice low but teasing. “Trying to one-up the Chevalier, eh?” He chuckled, but then his tone became serious. “Make sure your head stays in the game Shay.”  

“Always, Liam.”  

With that, Liam left the cabin, the doors closing with a soft thud. Shay stood there, hands on his hips as he let out a frustrated groan. He was so close! He took a deep breath as he had weeks or months to try again.  

Besides, if Hope was correct, it would soon be the perfect moment to see one.  

The Morrigan was anchored in the icy waters of the North Atlantic.  

Liam left the crew’s sleeping quarters after checking for injuries or casualties. He dismissed those standing on the deck of the ship to get some sleep, he and the captain, along with their navigator were going to keep watch for this night. He needed everyone rested and ready.  

He stood at the wheel, arms crossed, and reamined still.  

Up on the crow’s nest, the air was crisp, and the stars shined in the sky. Shay climbed the rigging to the nest, where he found you leaning again the wooden frame, gaze fixed on the sky. You twiddled with your fingers. He was able to sense the nervousness raiding off your body.  

The deep breaths you took, letting out small clouds of your breath each time you exhaled, and shifting side to side. You wore thick clothing to shield you from the weather and the gloves he gave you when you forgotten yours somehow... He took them. 

“Beautiful night.” Shay commented, his voice low as not to startle you. He leaned against the wooden railing next to you.  

A smile tugged your lips, though your eyes didn’t exactly show it. “It is.” You agreed, then sighing, lowering your head. “The lights... Will they be as the crew described them to be? The heavens celebrating, the spirits dancing. What if they don’t appear? what if they’re not everything I had hoped for?”  

Shay looked out across the sky, which was turning darker by the minute, and then back at you. “They will be.” He said, confident. “They’ll surpass every tale, every painting you have ever seen.”  

“I hope you’re right, Shay.” You laid your head on your arms, tired.  

It was a comfortable silence, waiting in the cold as the last light of the day vanished. Shay could sense the disappointment coming off you, he was ready to tell you to rest until he saw a faint flow.  

It grew brighter, greens with blues, it stretched across the sky like ribbons of lights. It was like its own river.  

He nudged her, pointing upward. “Look.” He whispered.  

Your confusion turning awe as you saw the gentle wisps growing. The ocean reflected the colors of green and blue, maybe even purple. It was more of what they said, heavens celebrating and the spirits dancing...  

“The aurora borealis.” You gasped. Your eyes wide in amazement. You could not describe the beauty of the lights, it would not compare to seeing it yourself. “I...” And you didn’t know what to say. All you could focus on was the colors dancing.  

Shay watched your face, it was illuminated by the ethereal grow. It him smile to see your eyes glimmer like before, the slight parting of your lips, your face so focused. His hand reached up to gently turn your face towards him.  

“Shay-” 

“Even more beautiful.” He couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned in, pressing his lips onto yours in a kiss, the only warmth in the chilly night.  

You responded eagerly, your arms wrapping around him as you returned the kiss. “Please Shay.” You groaned in his mouth. “Please.”  

You pushed him against the wooden mast, he kept his hands on your hips as he sat down with you right on his lap. Shay pulled out his knife, cutting a hole in your pants. He tossed the knife aside.  

Your breath hitched at the air hitting your cunt. Shay stuck two fingers in his mouth then slowly pushed them inside you. He thrusted it in and out of you, he worked his fingers deep inside you, he used his thumb to work on your clit, easing the pain, and making you clench around his fingers.  

Shay then stopped and slipped his finger out of you, making you gasp, in shock at the sudden loss. You clicked your tongue, slipping your hands down his chest and to his breeches.  

“Impatient, are we?” He smirked, watching you pulling his cock out.  

You angled your hips, gripping his shoulders as you rubbed the slit of your cunt against the hard cock.  

Shay gave you one last kiss, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, his facial hair tickling you. “Careful.” Shay warned you. “Don’t go hurting yourself.”  

You trembled as you sank onto his cock, hissing in between your teeth. You choked on your moans as you took his full length then circled your hips.  

You began to bounce up and down his cock, he let out a louder moan. You cried out, throwing your head back. “Oh god, Shay!” You sobbed.  

Shay managed to push you to change positions, laying you on your back where your legs kept him close and inside of you. Your nails bug into the back of his assassin’s coat and Shay planted kisses on your exposed neck.  

He started at a slow pace, making sure you could feel him. Your eyes flickered open, looking up at the northern lights still there.  

“More Shay, please.” Feeling your high approaching.  

He picked up his pace, lifting his head up, and squeezing his eyes shut as he clenched his jaw. But he too, opened his eyes. He can see the northern lights reflecting in your eyes. You looked out of this world.  

That's when you looked him in the eyes, he froze for a moment. Your hand reached to the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss him.  

He continued, feeling his orgasms building along with yours. And after a couple of more thrusts, you both let out loud moans, he cursed as he felt you clamp down around him as he comes inside of you. 

Shay had no qualms about the cold, he took off his assassin’s coat to wrap it around you. He then tucks himself back into his pants and you sit up, feeling the stickiness in between your legs.  

You both sat against the mast. A smile on your face as you laid your head on his shoulder, panting. “Better than the tales and paintings.”  

Though the northern lights were gone, he could still envision them. “I’ll always take to see them.”  

“That would be impossible Shay. But I would love to see them now and again.”  

Shay snorted, standing up and grabbing your hands. You wobbled, falling into his chest. “I’ll go as far as I can to take you to see them.” He placed a kiss on top of your head. “And I’ll take you under them each time.”  

“Since when did you become so romantic?”  

“Since I read your book.”  

“Shay!” You smacked his chest while he laughed.  

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. 

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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.

-

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]

Hey it’s me, ya boi, a tumblr gremlin.

Remember the pirate boots striptease? What would happen if you show that little idea to said captains of the high seas Shay and Edward? Maybe Connor too seeing as he sails the high seas (or close to said seas).

Ooof stop (but not really!) everyone on the ship will hear 👂

KINKTOBER 2024

Shay

Surprised by what you’re playing at first but smoothly transitions into the scene you’ve set, going so far as to tease you more than you did him

Edward

Oh he’s got that devilish grin to him and completely immersed into your antics, shamelessly loud and teasing you as well

Connor

He’s surprised by such forwardness by you but goes along with it. Even gets more into your role playing if you let him

[house-of-hamartia]

I have too many things I want to work on for Shay and Dora.

the nsfw ones.

the sfw and fluffy ones.

the infographics for them as a couple.

The designing.

The memes.

I want to babble about them and have y'all ears fall off from how much I babble about them, and I don't know how to do it because I am *terrible* at inpromptu explanation or description.

I HAVE TOO MUCH GOING ON IN MY HEAD AND IT'S SPINNING.

I just want to smash them together like barbie dolls because THAT'S WHAT THEY DESERVE.

[bookworm-with-coffee]

AAAAH DBSNDN— MY 🦋 F E E L S🦋!!!

This was so beautiful 🥺❤

Shay Cormac x Reader - Wayward Bird

Genre - Angst, Smut

Word Count: 1,328

Summary: Shay, your previous lover, is still alive. You and Hope are tasked to find and kill him, but as you hide and wait for her to lure him into the warehouse, particularly intimate memories of you and your target begin to resurface.

A/N: Hello, hello! I present this angst-smut song fic inspired by Georges Bizet’s “L’amour Est Une Oiseaux Rebelle”. Here’s Maria Callas performing it, which I really do enjoy.

Love is a rebellious bird

That nobody can tame,

And it is in vain that it is called

If he agrees to refuse.

The sheer anxiety coursing through your veins solidified itself through the way your leg bounced restlessly. You were alone in the warehouse, at least for now, crouched behind one of the stacked wooden cartons in a corner.

You’ve lost track on how long it has been since Shay stole the manuscript and took off, entirely certain he was dead until word arrived from Kesegowasse. Naturally, you were in for quite a shock. You could not decipher if the inital cause of your heart’s pounding took origin to its gleeful dance in relief; Shay survived. Perhaps it shook in place with fear for his life, or in fury due to his act of treachery. At any rate, it was made clear the Irish lad was still about. Achilles assigned you and Hope out to assassinate Shay.

“Mentor, with all due respect, I believe I can kill him on my own.”  You recall yourself reasoning, still listening in the present moment for Hope’s quick and silent footsteps. She was to lead the rogue assassin into the warehouse.

“We must never underestimate the opponent. Now that Shay has decided to align himself with those Templar dogs, who knows what tricks they put up his sleeve. And don’t take me as blind and deaf to the history you both shared.” Achilles nodded at you and walked closely. “Efficiency over emotion, Y/N. Hold it close to you.”

Hope’s familiar sigh played faintly in the memory. “We leave tonight, then. Ready the horses,” An aloof expression fell on her face as she looked at you before continuing, “And remember our practice for air assassinations.”

You took deep breaths to control your feeling of apprehension. Were you truly ready to kill Shay, without clearing up what went on behind rooftop kisses and the intimate fondling behind the stables?

Nothing helps, neither threat or prayer.

One man talks well, the other is silent;

But it’s the other one I prefer-

Shay used to pull you into a bale of hay, with him on top before running his hands underneath your skirts. You would pull him in closer to kiss him, and he’d gladly oblige as your eager legs wrapped around his body for friction. A squeak of a moan would escape from your soft lips when his mouth began to trail kisses from below your navel going downwards, and you bittersweetly recalled the way he would suddenly lean forward as if to kiss you. You remembered how he would laugh and leave sultry, languid kisses on your neck instead. 

-He says nothing, but he pleases me.

It was absolutely inappropriate for the heat in your legs to bloom and intensify at the thought of your target licking your dripping slit slowly, before shoving and curling two of his long fingers up inside you. You could still feel the way his tongue slipped inside of your mouth as your grip tightened in his hair. He was a bit clumsy the first time he divested you of your clothing, but every other moment after that was nearly automatic and well rehearsed. Your memories drifted to the way he would lick his lips before sucking on your clit, while his gloved hands would fondle with your breasts. Shay would give them a keen, light squeeze and pinch your nipples slightly accompanied by experimental tugs. Oh, how you could still hear his labored breathing and its warmth grazing your ear. You knew good and well it was all fueled by lust, nothing more than that, but it was all pick-and-shovel to convince yourself it was only a dalliance in those precious, ungodly moments. How could it not come off as affection and adoration when he had you panting his name akin to a Latin prayer?

Love is a gypsy child,

It has never known the law.

If you love me not, then I love you;

Barely a few seconds passed before another obscene memory unfolded, infamously labeled to those who knew of it as “The Camping Incident.” This was when you, Liam and Shay had to camp out in the woods for four nights. Of course, you and your paramour spoke beforehand for no funny business whatsoever, and to sleep in separate tents to avoid suspicion. A reasonable idea in foresight, but a restricting and rather ignored one once the camp took place. 

But if I love you, if I love you, you’d best beware!

On the third night, you and Shay slipped away into his tent around an hour after Liam announced he was headed to bed. Shay kissed you roughly and you moaned, quite audibly, desperately tugging on his shirt for him to take it off. One article of clothing led to another, and you both fucked like rabbits until a few hours remained before daybreak. “Hope you lot slept well. Y/N, I do humbly request for you to cover my mate’s mouth the next time you decide to ride him.”  Liam had said, slightly disgusted with a groggy tone to his voice.

The bird you hoped to catch

Beat its wings and flew away.

Love stays away, you wait and wait,

Now, here you were, perched in a warehouse to lure in the very bird which fluttered into your heart and, just as quickly, out of your grasp. The memories eventually sifted away as nothing more than insignificant events. Articles of the past which were better off left in their time.

When least expected, there it is!

L’amour,

You were quickly snapped out of your state of wanton nostalgia once you heard Hope’s irate cries heighten, along with another faint pair of footsteps that could only belong to Shay. You fondly recalled how they would become draggier and much heavier when he was angry, but on most occasions he would sneak on you with added secrecy and playfulness to his step.

L’amour,

Peeking from your hiding space above, you quickly took notice of your mentor with her stance on guard. Tears rimmed in your eyes as you readied the blade in your right hand. It’s only a flick of the wrist, Y/N, you’ve done this before. You explained to yourself, palms sweating and legs ready to pounce on his back to deliver the weapon through his throat. It was difficult for you to fathom; you had to slice open the same neck you once kissed and left tender whispers to.

“Where’s Y/N? Still with Liam?” Shay asked, adjusting the mask on his face and unsheathing his sword. Your heart pounded when the sound of your name reached your ears.

Hope lunged forward and punched him in the face, before kicking him down and knocking him over. “She has been displaying true allegiance to the Creed more than you ever had. The girl knows better than to switch loyalties because of an override in emotions.”

L’amour,

“She’s here, isn’t she?” Shay asked again, wiping his eyes, teary from the punch. I spotted blood trickling from his nose, and Hope briefly glanced in my direction as if to signal me to jump.

I took a deep breath and leaped from my spot up above, hidden blade unsheathed and prepared to take away the man’s life. To my surprise, Shay rolled away and pulled his gun nestled in its holster. He aimed at Hope and pulled the trigger, a deafening bang resounding off the flimsy wooden walls. She fell to the ground, tossing a smoke bomb and cried aloud from the pain Shay’s bullet had brought her. Hope nearly glowered at me as she exclaimed, “Kill him, Y/N!”

My previous lover swiftly pinned me to the ground and flicked his own blade out before I even had the chance. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, his blade dangerously close to my throat, “Such a shame I have you so close in such different circumstances, love.”

L’amour!

[anari3l]

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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

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Jack Sparrow

James Norringron

William Turner Jr.

Elizabeth Swann

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Edward "Blackbeard" Teach

Israel "Izzy" Hands

Jim Jimenez

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[marshmallow--3]

Another year has passed where I have not made any progress on my Shay Cormac St Patrick's Day smut fic and a lot has happened since I begun writing it - left the fandom, got diagnosed as autistic and gone down a route of questioning my sexuality and whether I'm ace. Essentially, all that I've created in fanfiction has been masking and following a formula of what I think people find sexy because I have no concept of what sexy is 🤷‍♂️ I still to this day do not understand how you define sexual attraction

Been to a male strip club, found it hot because I thought that's what I was supposed to feel, further down the line realised that actually no, penises are actually quite repulsive and make me feel physically sick

Tried out a sex club to use fear exposure to overcome a trigger, came out of it with more confidence, experience with women (yass), but a stronger repulsion towards sex and dicks than ever before

Been through multiple stages where I've handled total fear of men and overcoming trauma, found women easier to be around in some regards (Tumblr) and yet absolutely terrifying to be around in other regards (Xbox)

All in all at this stage, I would describe my sexuality as "no thanks, not for me"

So I don't think there's any chance of me finishing any work I've started or creating anything else in the future, because I just don't understand it

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Just a reminder here that I do take requests and such! You don't have to, but below I will leave a list of series and characters I feel comfortable writing for, as well as what I will not write. I don't bite, so feel free to ask me stuff!

Assassin's Creed

Shay Cormac

Haytham Kenway

Edward Kenway

Mary Read/James Kidd (I use gn pronouns for them, but I can happily write a male! or female! version)

Ezio Auditore

Leonardo Da Vinci

Jacob Frye

Henry Green

Arno Dorian

Red Dead Redemption

Any character here is good with me

Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

König

Jonathan Price

Phillip Graves

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Basically all characters as long as I know them

Some Animes,TV Shows, and Games

Dragon Ball (and its various titles)

Attack on Titan (so long as I know the character well enough)

Luck and Logic

Avatar

Legend of Korra

Legend of Zelda

Skyrim

NCIS: New Orleans

Criminal Minds

Supernatural

FBI

Things I will NOT write

Smut

Anything where a character or the reader is under 18 unless it's a "childhood friend to lover" trope

[intoxicated-chan]

CW ➳ Female Reader/No use of (Y/n), light sexual content, groping, fluff fluff, Shay being a loveable idiot who can’t keep his hands to himself…

Shay cannot keep his hands to himself. After hearing his comment about bosoms and buttocks, you cannot deny that he’s the kind of guy to like both. It’s like Shay refuses to keep his hands to himself, always touching you one way or another. But he will restrain himself to not embarrass you or listen to your boundaries if you have any.

But when it comes to grabbing your bottom or chest, Shay does that behind closed doors. Specifically in colder climates, when the two of you are alone and near a fire, he’d shove his hands under your shirt to grasp your chest, ignoring your whines. He’d complain himself, rubbing his hands together wasn’t enough, and neither holding them near the fire.

Shay does have his hands on you, on your shoulder, grazing your hand with his, linking pinkies, or if he can’t be around you at the moment, he always has you within his sighs, if not then he’ll search for you.

During his assassin-turned-Templar era, he withdrew most of his touching, mainly because he was focused on other things. But whenever he was alone with you, either in the captain’s cabin or his estate, his hands were on you. Sharing kisses either on the deck of his ship or the Captain’s cabin, Shay makes sure no one is around to sneak his head to your bottom squeeze it, and hear that familiar sound coming from you. He’d chuckle at the glance you give him, but he knows you love him too much as he loves you with every fiber of his being.

Author’s Note under the cut…

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.

I cannot describe how much Shay has me in a chokehold right now, I’m on sequence 2 I believe and I am loving on Shay’s Templar era. Please fed me your Shay ideas 🙏 I’m begging you all 😩.

[sweetcocopowder]

Day One: Voyeurism

2023 Kinktober Masterlist after October

Synopsis: Shay is back in Boston after finding that bloody box. But Haytham has to attend a high party on the first night the Irishman is back. And out of curiosity, Shay wants to go.

One thing he forgets though is that, Shay can be quite jealous at time.

Word Count: 4.5K

Pairing: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway

Notes: Artwork is not mine! It is done by the amazing @pandaaaaaaaaxd and this great artwork inspired me to create this master piece of a fic! So, please enjoy the first day of Kinktober.

Warnings: Voyeurism/Nsfw/Smut/Blowjob/Anal/Jealously/Possessiveness/Biting/Hand job/Man handling/Top!Shay/Bottom!Haytham

Seeing Shay again after so long was almost like seeing a completely different person in his place. Yes, don’t get Haytham wrong, Shay still has his wits and commentary, but his charm has become something more dangerous that his aged features now hold. The grey that now streaks his dark hair is a subtle reminder that none of them will stay young forever. The image that Haytham has had in his head of Shay for nearly two decades now is of this young man who had to grow up too fast. 

But now, the man that joins Haytham to a high party holds himself squared and tall. He wears a blue and brown formal attire, something different to what he arrived in Boston in but similar. Fancier if Haytham has to put it.

But he had forgotten just how the man allured him in the first place. Sitting across from him in the horse carriage is something of a familiarity but also a strange coming. Conversation has been hard to strike up. Only because Haytham isn’t sure where they stand right now. 

Yes, Haytham could just simply ask. But he won’t. It’s not in his nature to do so. 

“So, you escaped France unharmed?” Haytham asks, continuing on with what Shay has just told him. 

The other nods his head softly. “Nobody knew I was there. Since I didn’t come in contact with the French Templars while I was visiting, they wouldn’t be able to give anything up to the Assassins there to track me here.”

Haytham turns his head downwards to try and hide his smile and says, “You’ve done well, Shay.”

Shay sees the smile all the same though. Even years apart, Haytham still has the same mannerisms as when they first met.

“Thank you, sir,” he replies back. 

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The horse carriage finally comes to a stop outside the manor on the other side of Boston. The both of them could have well walked from where Haytham lives, but the Grandmaster didn’t want to arrive so, mundanely. 

Shay opens the door for Haytham, holding a hand for him once outside. Haytham takes it gingerly as he steps out of the carriage, looking up at the manor ahead. He has only been here once before but that was so long ago. But that was after Shay had left, so the other has not set foot here nor met the host of this party. 

“Why is the party being held?” Shay asks as he clasps his hands behind his back. 

He looks up at the manor, but it isn’t with awe. Somewhere along his journey, he has seen bigger and better. Maybe Haytham will ask where that is later on. 

“I do not know exactly. But Mr Shaw wanted me here,” Haytham replies. 

As if coming out of a daze, Shay returns his attention back to Haytham with a smile. He bows slightly with an outstretched hand. 

“After you then,” he inquires. 

Haytham softly rolls his eyes as he walks forward. The both of them travel side by side up to the front door where the sound of chatter inside becomes louder and louder. Two men stand outside, security by Haytham’s guess. They know Haytham by first glance but they look Shay over with uncertainty. 

The younger one places a hand on Shay’s chest, stopping him. The taller man looks down at the hand that is quickly retracted before flicking his eyes up to the younger. Something almost predator. 

“He’s with me,” Haytham simply says. 

The older steps forward, pushing the younger away with a frown. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kenway. Please head inside and enjoy tonight,” he apologizes. 

The door is opened for them by the idiotic younger man and Haytham steps inside without a thank you or another word. Shay doesn’t even offer a word of acknowledgement either. Yet, as soon as the door closes behind the hunter he can’t help but chuckle to himself. 

“Looked like he was ‘bout to soil himself?” Shay smiles toothily. 

The butler comes up to them and holds out his hands for their coats. Shay shimmies his off, leaving him in just a pale blue vest and a frilled white dress shirt that Haytham has to not stare at. 

“It was amusing,” Haytham agrees as he declines with his own coat. 

He doesn’t want to spend too long here. In all honesty, he wanted to spend tonight at home talking to Shay about his time away and catch up in other manners. He had forgotten about the event until Mr. Shaw’s personal butler had come around and asked if he was still coming. Shay had insisted, wanting to see what Haytham had been up to in these years. 

So, one could say they’re here because the curiosity got to Shay. And he doesn’t seem to hide it these days. Everything that grabs his interest or is new, he wants to know more. Maybe that’s just him realizing in his young age that he’s getting too old to let things pass these days. Or maybe he’s been hunting for that damn box for too long. 

That thought brings a pit of something into Haytham’s gut as the butler directs them to where everyone is. The gathering is out the back of the mansion where the garden is. It’s busy and there are more people here than he expected. He stops mid walk on the back porch, before the stairs that lead down to the garden and grazes the area. He can’t spot the host and that alone bugs him. 

There’s a big patio in the middle of the garden where a band plays some soft music that try and lighten the mood. The garden goes further out down a path way to the right and Haytham does not want to start a search to look for the host. The last thing he wants to be doing tonight. 

“Sir?” Shay asks suddenly. 

Haytham realizes he’s been spacing out and looks down to Shay at the bottom of the stairs. He holds out a hand to him with a slightly cocked brow. Haytham, is very charmed by this. But Shay is forgetting himself here. He’s being a little too comfortable. 

He walks right past Shay, ignoring the hand. 

Haytham does notice it takes a while for Shay to come by his side again. The frown on his features doesn’t go unnoticed from the corner of Haytham’s eye. 

“I forgot to ask who’s the host,” Shay picks up conversation. 

“Mr Leviticus Shaw. He’s not one of us but he does help our course and knows who we are,” Haytham explains. 

“Interesting fellow?” 

“Not the slightest. A proper British man. Cocky and egotistical” Haytham scowls as he stops in the middle of a path way. 

They haven’t even left the main part of the garden and he’s still not seeing anyone he knows. There’s butler’s moving out with trays of food and drinks and none of them have come over to see him. He needs a drink or something, or anything to get through tonight. 

“Sir, it sounds like you’re calling the kettle black there?” Shay asks but with a little too much grunt in it for Haytham’s liking. 

He looks to the Irishman out of the corner of his eye with furrowed brows. Shay looks away as if he didn’t make the comment. A butler comes around with champagne and Shay takes two glasses off smoothly. He offers one to Haytham with a sly smile, trying to win him back a little too quickly.  

Haytham takes it though, sniffing it before downing it in one go. He returns the glass to Shay all while the other gently sips out of his own. 

Finally, Leviticus Shaw comes into view and Haytham rushes forward. Maybe he can say his hellos and be on his way. He’s with two other men he doesn’t know but Haytham doesn’t care. Shaw is in sight. 

Shaw sees him first and his expression widens. “Mr Kenway! It is good to know you have come!” He exclaims as he shakes the others hand. 

Leviticus Shaw is a tall stocky man with an ego to match. He isn’t much to look that but it’s his wealth and contacts that has him in best interest with the Templars. And Shaw knows that and likes to twirl Haytham around his fingers. Which Haytham does not like. 

“I thought I’d come to say hello and be on my way,” Haytham starts and goes to continue his sentence but Shaw cuts him off. 

“Oh! Do you have somewhere else to be?” Shaw asks with a frown. “Tonight is meant to be something for my son. Have you met, William?”

Haytham shakes his head as he says, “No, I haven’t had the pleasure too.”

“Oh you best meet him!” 

Shaw excuses himself from the other two men he’s with and begins walking with Haytham with a hand on his shoulder. 

“He’s celebrating buying the horse track down in Boston. We should go there sometime,” Shaw says with a smile on his face. 

But it’s not something that meets his eyes. The pride he shows for his son isn’t real. All to do with the family name that follows him that he has to be proud of. 

“I might not be able to go. I have other matters on my hand, Shaw,” Haytham objects kindly. 

Shaw stops dead, the hand on his shoulder travelling down to Haytham’s waist. The touch doesn’t go unnoticed and Haytham takes a small step back out of Shaw’s touch. 

“That Templar business getting in the way?” Shaw asks in a hushed tone. 

“No,” Haytham simply says. “As I said, I’m only staying here for a simple hello, Shaw.”

Haytham takes a quick look behind him at Shay, who in return is staring right back at him. Two dark eyes over the top of his champagne glass that feel like ice on his shoulders. He turns his attention back to Shaw who is looking over Haytham’s shoulder. 

“I need to be off,” he inquires. 

“My son will be disappointed if you don’t meet him,” Shaw argues back with a smile. 

Unfortunately, Haytham can’t decline in worries of breaking their current alliance with the man. He follows Shaw to meet his son, William and it’s quick and simple.

 But shortly, other woman and men come up to Haytham that he has never met before but they seem to know a lot about him. They touch and laugh with Haytham and touch. May it be hand on the shoulder or arm, or a hand on his back that will move down to just above his hip before it starts to be too noticeable. 

Flirting isn’t something that Haytham is good at. Never has been and doesn’t seem to want to learn any time soon. He wishes he listened closely to his teachers when he was young at being a gentlemen. Allowing one to be charming and endearing at the same time. Haytham would say he is charming, but others would say he’s just stoic and looking for his next meal. 

But for some reason Shaw’s mother-in-law has taken an interest in Haytham tonight. She hugs his arm closely and she has a grip that says she isn’t letting go any time soon. He has forgotten her name even though she introduced herself twice just before. 

“I have a young daughter I would like you to meet, Mr Kenway,” she begins again as Haytham tries to escape. 

For the first time tonight, true fear settles in. 

Just as Haytham thinks he’s going to die here and now, Shay appears before him. The mother-in-law looks him up and down and loosens her grip on the Grandmaster. Obviously, she has seen something more worth while than himself. At this given moment, Shay’s charm is a blessing. 

“Hellooo, and who may you be?” She asks with a wrinkled smile. 

Shay returns with a charismatic grin. “Mr. Cormac, ma’am.”

The mother-in-law lets go of Haytham finally and holds out her hand, in which Shay takes and kisses the back of. 

“What a sweetheart, you know this one Mr. Kenway?” She asks, not taking her eyes off of her new piece of meat. 

“Yes, I do,” Haytham answers as he keeps his distance from her. 

He doesn’t want to be in her grasp for a second longer. 

“And you didn’t introduce me to him? What a crime, Mr Kenway!” She exclaims. 

Shay cuts in though, saving the night, “I do apologize for our short meeting, ma’am, but I have to take Mr. Kenway here off your hands,” he queries. “I need to speak to him in private.”

There must be something about the way Shay talks, or the way he looks at her that has her immediately handing over Haytham.  

“Oh, I’ll let you two men talk then. I’ll come back for you, Mr. Cormac,” she says before wandering off for her next victim. 

“Good night,” Haytham says his goodbyes before turning his attention to Shay. 

And the charm that Shay had, well, Haytham quickly realizes what is it with the slight sway as he stands. Shay steps forward and hooks his arm in Haytham’s. He smells of wine, but he isn’t drunk. Maybe tipsy, but Haytham knows that he isn’t easy to get drunk.

Shay suddenly leans in Haytham’s ear and mumbles, “The drinks are cheap here and I want my coat.”

“Why I beg ask?” 

“It’s getting chilly.” He mopes. 

That is something of a lie because the man is radiating heat like a fire beside Haytham. Shay leads them back across the garden to the manor with a tight grip on his arm, almost worse than that mother-in-law. 

Once inside the manor, Shay doesn’t head to the front door. There are no visitors inside, only a couple of butlers. Shay stops in his tracks and looks around, thoughts running a mile behind those eyes. 

“What are you up to, Shay?” Haytham finally asks. 

He doesn’t pull from the man’s grip but waits for an answer. Shay looks down his nose at him in return. 

“I’ve been watching you the entire night, Haytham,” he answers lowly. 

“Oh?” 

Shay suddenly moves, walking Haytham down a hallway with no butlers. Then, with no warning Haytham is being pushed up against the wall closest to him with no escape. He goes along with it though, his eyes never leaving Shay once as he towers over him. 

“You leave me alone all night so I have to watch from a far as people put their hands all over you,” Shay mumbles deeply in Haytham’s ear. 

“You’re the one that insisted we come,” he points out. 

One of Shay’s hands swivels around the small of Haytham’s waist while the other comes up and cups his face. This sort of touch is so much more welcome to all the other people tonight. The people that may well get their hands on him tonight did it because they could, not because they wanted to. This, this is a want on the verge of desperation. 

“I have realized that I don’t fancy these types of parties,” Shay answers a little sadly that has Haytham grinning. 

Oh, what a jealous man Shay can be.  

With a hand loosening salt and pepper hair, Haytham brings Shay down for a kiss. The kiss is meant to be soft and passionate but it quickly becomes desperate from both sides. Slender fingers slowly undo Haytham’s coat buttons one by one. All so that Shay can hold his waist steady against the wall. 

Almost as the thought comes through Haytham’s mind, footsteps come into ear shot. Haytham’s blood runs cold, his heart jumping into his throat, and he pushes Shay off all together. Even if the butler’s don’t see them doing ungodly things, people aren’t dumb when they see dishevelled hair and half undone clothes. 

Haytham tries to make himself presentable again, not wanting any sort of rumour to get out about him. Because one thing he knows is that butlers and maids talk. 

But Shay has other plans. He grabs Haytham’s little red ribbon that stays around his neck and pulls him forward into the nearest room. Literally the closest door across the hallway that luckily wasn’t locked. 

A hand on Haytham’s chest keeps him against the wall next to the door all while Shay peeps out of it. Watching as the two employee’s of Shaw walk past, their voices fading away. 

“You’re lucky,” Haytham hushes. 

The shit eating grin that Shay sends his way is enough to make Haytham want to hit him. Shay leaves the door open a crack before returning to Haytham. They haven’t even gone any further into this office room, still standing right next to the door. A small dresser digs into the left side of Haytham’s hip. 

“Close the door, Shay,” Haytham snaps firmly. 

The other shakes his head as he comes face to face with his Grandmaster again. “Someone needs to keep an eye out,” is all he says before capturing Haytham in another kiss. 

When Shay had arrived back, there had only been time to talk and report and speak about their lives away. There had been no time for this. Haytham was hoping to allure Shay when they were home again. As much as this has Haytham’s heart beating loudly in his chest and throat and a thrill rushing over his skin, the anticipation of waiting for someone to open that door fully for someone to walk in on them is deafening. Which, only has him wanting to continue on. See how far they can get before someone notices something is up.  

The hand on his chest travels down to Haytham’s crotch, cupping and kneading. Haytham’s hands come to the small of Shay’s waist, a small gasp leaving his mouth as he pulls away slightly from their kiss. Shay’s mouth comes to his neck and a buzz runs down Haytham’s spine that goes straight to his dick. 

Shay’s hand leaves his crotch, for the moment all so that he can relieve Haytham of his coat. It drops heavily at his feet and for a second Haytham thinks someone would have heard. But Shay continues mouthing at his neck and palming his dick through his pants that the worry is quickly forgotten. 

The sound that escapes Haytham as teeth sink down into the soft part of his neck is choked off at the sudden realization that someone can hear him. Haytham waits for someone to come barging in, shouting and gasping at the sight of the Grandmaster Templar of the Colonial Rite. He tries to control his breathing but it is very hard when Shay is all over his body and knows what makes Haytham groan. Even after being years part, Shay hasn’t forgotten. 

But when no one comes, Haytham can’t help but release a short chortle. In return, Shay chuckles deeply against his skin. 

“Worried, Haytham?” Shay asks as he meets his gaze. 

Haytham scoffs. “You play a dangerous game,” he answers lowly. 

Shay grins again as he moves down his body, trailing kisses over his chest and stomach. All until Shay is on his knees in front of Haytham with his hands wrapped around his hips. A breathy exhale comes from Haytham’s parted mouth at such a sight. 

It makes him wonder how he got probably one of the most dangerous Templars in America to be so loyal to him. To devote himself to Haytham. To be allured by Haytham that he is deprived when he is not around. How did Shay last so many years away when right now it seems he can’t go a second without touching him. 

Shay begins to undo his belt and pants with nimble fingers. At this point Haytham can’t get his breathing under control or quiet enough to his liking. A choked groan escapes his throat as his cock is exposed to Shay’s hot breath, his pants pulled down just enough so free himself. His touch has Haytham’s legs shaking and by God has he missed the other. He holds onto the wall for support as he watches the head of his dick disappear around Shay’s already rosy lips. 

He tries to buck his hips forward but Haytham quickly realizes that Shay’s mission is to keep him pinned to the wall. His thumbs dig into his hips, holding him in place as he works his mouth around Haytham. Sucking and swallowing down more and more into his hot mouth until his nose is buried into greying pubes. Then he pops off the end of Haytham’s dick all to come back and mouth the head while making eye contact with him before repeating the process. The look alone has Haytham’s knees shaking, and if Shay wasn’t holding onto his so tightly, then he knows for a fact he would be on falling to the ground. His body his buzzing and Haytham can’t help the small pants that escape his mouth. 

A hand comes to Shay’s hair, gripping tightly but Haytham doesn’t dare push him down onto his cock. Even though the tightness in his gut is getting unforgiveable and his knees feel like buckling under him, he controls himself. 

But as much as Haytham wants to continue he pulls Shay off of him quickly by his hair at the sound of more footsteps. Shay looks up at him past hooded eyes, his mouth agape with saliva dribbling down his chin. He’s such a pretty sight but all Haytham can think about is the person outside. Haytham watches the light coming through the gap in the door flicker as someone passes by. They’re in a hurry and they pass by quickly without a concern for any noises going on his the mansion. 

Shay stands to his feet while wiping his mouth and pulls Haytham forward by his collar for a kiss. The muskiness that Haytham can taste is himself but it’s almost intoxicating. Haytham gets lost in the kiss, forgetting where he is until Shay pulls away. 

“I have missed you dearly, Haytham,” Shay breathes out. 

Haytham licks his lips and swallows. He honestly doesn’t know what to say to that. But Shay doesn’t want an answer, he doesn’t need one to know what Haytham is thinking. That Haytham has yearned for him over these passing years. And he couldn’t answer if he wanted to because Shay presses his fingers to Haytham’s mouth before pushing two digits in. 

“Make them nice and wet for me,” Shay whispers lowly. 

As much as Haytham wants to bite down on the fingers in his mouth purely out of spite, he’s too caught up in the moment. He licks and sucks at the fingers in his mouth, making sure to lather them up as much as he can with his own spit. Shay pushes in a little further, watching Haytham with dark eyes as if waiting for a reaction. And he gets one, going a little too far and triggering his gag reflex. Haytham chokes lightly and grabs Shay’s wrist with a deadly grip. 

Shay pulls his fingers out with a trail of saliva connecting them to Haytham’s lips. “Apologies,” he smirks. 

But he should be apologizing again as he flips Haytham around so that his face is against the wall. Shay shuffles his pants down a little further so that is ass is on display. 

“Can’t we further this when we get home?” Haytham asks as he moves so his forehead is resting against the wall. 

He doesn’t move though, or push Shay away as the man leans into his ear as he whispers, “I can’t wait the long ride back. Not with what you’ve done to me tonight.” His slicked fingers press against Haytham’s hole, hesitating. “I also have plans when we get home, but these aren’t it. You just had to go and be the charming man you are with everyone around you. Making me jealous and bothered.”

Haytham’s reply gets caught in his throat as a finger is pushed into him. He gasps out but a hand is quickly slapped over his mouth with his face angled upwards. He tries to look at Shay but all he can see is the fucking gap in the door and a sliver of the hallway. He breathes heavily through his nose as Shay works him open, entering another finger with the first. 

“Have you let anyone here touch you like I have?” Shay asks another question in his ear, his voice like gravel. 

Haytham gives a small shake of his head as all he can do is grip the wall in front of him. His dick rubs against the wall and is the only sense of friction he’s going to give himself. Otherwise he’s going to be done before Shay gets started. And he doesn’t want to ruin that for the man. But the dark chuckle that comes from Shay might be enough. 

When Shay is content with his work, Haytham feels a little empty, a little exposed when his fingers leave him. But it’s soon replaced with the head of Shay’s cock. He pushes in slowly and it’s painful at first, leaving Haytham to groan and huff behind Shay’s hand. But Shay waits a moment, waiting for Haytham to relax before moving again. He may be desperate, but he isn’t a monster. 

Shay holds onto Haytham as he fucks him with an even pace, slowly pushing in further inch by inch. He pants in Haytham’s ear, grunting every so often and the noises go straight to his cock. 

As much as he wants to hold on, it’s Shay’s hand slithering around his waist to his cock that unravels him. He comes hard and if Shay wasn’t holding him up, he’d have fallen to the ground. His vision goes spotty and he holds onto the wall for support. 

Shay rides himself through Haytham’s orgasm, becoming more and more noisy as he chases his own high. He uncovers Haytham’s mouth and both hands come and hold his waist, bring Haytham back to meet his cock as he thrusts forward. 

It starts to become a bit much for Haytham as he comes down from his high. He grinds his teeth as everything begins to become a little too sensitive. Luckily though, Shay comes forward and grabs his chest from behind as he buries in dick into Haytham and comes in his ass. His whole body shakes as he holds Haytham in place, his hips rutting as he goes through his own orgasm. Looks like Shay was trying to hold out as long as he could as well but failed. 

The two stay still for just a moment as Haytham lets Shay collect himself. The party can still be heard going on outside and Haytham quickly realizes where they are again. As Shay slips out of him, Haytham turns his head to looks out the door slowly. 

The air in his lungs get caught as he meets a pair of prying eyes. As soon as Haytham spots them, they’re already darting off. Maybe, Haytham should have protested a little more about having the door open.           

[diaco1968]

Creed

Shay xreaderx Haytham

One summer passed and I couldn't get the thought of this imagine out of my head, so here it is.

Warnings! Lemon/smut, bj, unprotected seggs, a bit of man handling, crappy writing

"Hello (y/n). Have I kept you waiting for long? You must excuse me. So unlike myself."

You looked up from your place leaning back on the wall, giving him a sharp glare.

"Exactly. What have you going on this time Shay?"

Despite your harsh glare he had a soft kind smile on his face that did not waver even the slightest bit. You trusted him but you were still wary around him. They called him a traitor for a reason after all.

"You know I can't be seen with you. The other Assassin's will get suspicious."

"I've been careful, don't worry."

He was closing in on you and you knew it so you stood up straight and held your nose up looking at him defensively.

"What are you getting so close to me for, templar? Something on my face?"

"Getting quite close to (y/n), aren't you Shay?"

His shoulders couldn't get any more tense as his eyes snapped up at the grand master from his half full mug of ale. Master Kenway had stopped him after everyone had left already. What he was going to talk about hadn't been worrisome to Shay for he had done nothing wrong.

Up until he mentioned your name.

That's when his heart dropped.

He still hadn't done anything wrong, particularly. But he was no fool either. He knew he shouldn't have been partaking with the old enemy from the beginning but this one person. This one headstrong assassin. She brought back remnants of his past self he didnt know he needed and so he chose to close his eyes to it and just enjoy the moment while he could. And here he was his self made luck finally running out.

He watched the grand master deciding to remain silent for the lack of any good reply. Fortunately Kenway continued not needing a reply. Of course. He knew already.

"It is quite a surprise to me, you do not show any sign of wanting to go back."

"I don't know what you're talking about, master Kenway. If I've done something wrong-"

"You are no idiot Shay, you know exactly what I'm talking about. And you also know that you've done absolutely nothing wrong."

Shay shut his mouth and offered his best neutral confused look.

"You've been judged time and again and proven yourself smart and loyal over and over, so I'm pretty confident when I say you aren't the one who's done something wrong."

"Yeah there is, that cute smug expression."

He stopped right in front of you, his broad looming figure casting an extra shadow over your smaller form as he reached out and cupped your cheek, crashing his lips onto yours. You squirmed uncomfortably, your guilt and conscience eating away at your nerves, but he didn't pull back so you just decided to melt into him as you gave in to his greedy grabby hands.

He grabbed at your neck, then your arms, your waist, until he gripped your hips and pressed you back into the brick wall firmly locking you in place with his own body leaning into you, all the while his lips moving against yours like he wanted to mould you both into one.

"Shay..."

You pulled back with a breathless sigh and a dizzy head, needing air and his lips not disconnecting from you for a second, moved down the corner of your mouth and settled in the crook of your neck.

"Hmmm?"

"We can't do this now... I need to go..."

Your tone was familiar and a small smirk creeped onto his face as he gripped the back of your neck, knowing you wouldn't stand still, as his teeth clamped down on the soft skin over the length of your neck. You squeaked, your hands pushing against his chest in a futile attempt to make him let go. He chuckled at your struggle and wrapped his fingers around your neck, firm enough to restrict your air and surprise you when he slammed you back against the wall.

"But do you really want to stop this and go?"

You could still breathe so it wasn't a dire situation but Shay had never treated you like this. He was not asking for you like his usual self, he was demanding, with a dominance you found familiar, and at the same time, not quite.

You didn't want him to stop.

You looked up at him with big pleading eyes trying to bat your lashes at him and get on his good side without needing to further humiliate yourself. He wouldn't do that to you. He wasn't a certain someone else-

"Would be a shame if this was to stop now, whatever this is."

You could swear you instantly paled as the velvety voice of the templar grand master draped over you like a heavy blanket. It wasn't like you were doing anything wrong. After all you were just doing what you had been ordered to do... right?

"I'm willing to make an exception and share."

Shay frowned not having expected that of all things. He found that very odd.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, headmaster. But... that sounds terrifying..."

Haytham laughed as he stood up to walk casually towards Shay with his signature hands-hooked-behind-his-back walk. He put a firm heavy hand on Shay's shoulder.

"Consider it a reverse of roles. (Y/n) has been playing the both of us, I say it is time we thought her a good lesson."

Shay wasn't sure how he felt about the whole thing. He had suspected what you were doing from the moment you started showing the slightest bit of interest, but to be told so bluntly that all you were doing was spying on him kinda hurt. That not only he was your play thing, he was not even the only one.

Was all you said and did a pleasant unfair act? And the fact he was given a chance to get back at you for it by the grand master himself. He couldn't understand if he was being dragged into a thicker plot that he couldn't comprehend or if all the facts were laid before him bare and straight. Something told him this was the last time he'd get to be close to you without consequences and he didn't want to miss it.

You didn't know whether to push Shay away or hide behind him, break your role or keep pretending, if you were pretending anymore at all, but he stepped away giving you no choice but to face the amused looking grand master of the templars, Haytham Kenway as he stalked closer ever so gracefully like a predator ready to play with his trapped prey.

"I see you have gotten quite creative in your methods. Never have I seen you so handsy during a mission. Or is it that you just tend to like templars a lot, little Assassin."

Your eyes darted between the two templars, sensing that you've screwed up. The two were close allies  friends even, but you've never seen them operate together. At least not in a long while. And what were the chances they were on an important mission right  now? Very very slim. Your mouth opened but you didn't know what to say.

"Doesn't happen often that you are so quite. Cat got your tongue? Or was it someone else, (y/n)."

Haytham glanced at Shay for a brief second and you cleared your throat and attempted to speak.

"I didn't know you were in the area, master Kenway."

"Or you wouldn't have given me your precious time?"

You looked at Shay feeling like you didn't approach the topic the right way.

"That's not what I said!"

"What would you have done if you'd known. Send me a vip invite?"

Haytham looked smugger than his usual self and it was getting on your nerves.

"I wouldn't get in any of your ways gentlemen. In fact I'm going to be off and on my way right about ... now."

You launched yourself to the other side dodging Haytham who seemed way too nonchalant. You realised why, when you crashed into Shay and his arms locked around you tightly. You couldn't take 2 master templars at once. You looked up at Shay pleadingly but he didn't look happy with you either. Your heart was pounding in your chest and he was holding you so tight he could probably feel it against his own.

"Sorry (y/n) but you've crossed the line this time."

You really didn't mean to cheat either of them and you technically weren't because it wasn't like you had anything with either of them anyway. You just really couldn't choose between them. You didn't think they would mind so much that they would gang up on you.

"I didn't know there was a line!"

"You have better manners than that. Or is it that your creed has finally started to corrupt you."

Haytham appeared behind you out of nowhere burying his nose in your hair and taking a long deep inhale as he locked eyes with Shay.

"Don't you worry, we're going to fuck the creed right out of you."

The deep cold growl Haytham let out in your ear made cold shivers run down your spine. You had heard this only once before and it ended oh so blissfully painful for you that time.

"Fuck! I haven't done anything wrong!"

Shay grabbed your hips and turned you around as Haytham gripped your jaw tightly, holding your face close to his. He glanced at your lips before scoffing and glaring into your eyes. He didn't kiss you. Of course. He barely kissed you even when you hadn't just had another man's lips on yours. You smirked at him.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

And he didn't like that.

"There are better things your filthy little mouth can be put to. If you don't mind, Shay?"

"By all means, be my guest."

Shay was thinking about the kind of dynamics you two had going on. He never got a 'sir' out of you. Not that he was really into that. But he was still curious if it was your thing or the grand master's and he had a pretty safe bet he knew who.

He watched as Haytham carded his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fist full and bending you down roughly, you gasped grabbing at his robes while bumping and grinding your ass back onto Shay, who bit his lower lip at the sudden contact. His hands grabbing on your waist to steady you.

"Open up."

You looked up at Haytham with pursed lips then at his crotch all the while wiggling your butt onto Shay. There was no way Haytham would forgive you any time soon so getting back on Shay's good side was your best bet for now. Yet he was reluctant to do anything else other than receive your little humps. Was he watching you and Haytham?

The thought excited you somehow and you found yourself smirking as your hands moved over to Haytham's pants, undoing them and slipping him out.

"Wow, you really are mad at me..."

"You have no idea, madame."

You pouted looking up at him through your lashes as you gave his barely hard cock a little lick.

He looked down on you face not changing at all. Shay usually rewarded you. You hummed as you wrapped your lips around the side of Haytham's cock, tongue darting out underneath, turning your neck to look at Shay and wiggling your ass again. Shay looked like he was in a trance, eyes glued onto you as he watched your tongue and lips work.

You were interrupted by the sharp sting of your scalp as Haytham gripped and tugged your head back in place firmly.

"What I believe she is trying to say is don't just stand there Shay, give her some attention."

You whimpered in agreement and Shay broke out of his trance finally starting to get rid of your pants.

"Oh sorry master Kenway, I didn't know we were doing this at the same time..."

"You thought I brought you here to stare at my cock?"

"No, sir."

Shay chuckled at Haytham's scoff. This was the most disheveled he had seen the master templar and it seemed quite amusing to him, somewhat funny even.

You didnt have much time between choking on Haytham's full length and your pants pooling by your ankles when Shay's cock slipped between your folds, your back arching in reflex as you gasped around Haytham. He huffed from the sensation but he wasn't satisfied.

"Do not treat her so gently Shay, this is a punishment."

Shay smirked feeling you tense up and held you even tighter.

"Sorry sweetheart, you heard the grand master."

Just as Shay thrusted himself into you, Haytham tugged you off of his cock, not that you dared bite him but he didnt want to test your limits. His hand covered the scream that ripped out of your mouth shushing you and wiping away the tears that slid down your lashes.

"Assassin's are supposed to be quiet. Are you going to be quiet now?"

You nodded your head sniffing as he removed his hand from your mouth. Shay had already rolled his hips a few times and you were getting accustomed to his width, his thrusts became brutal and forceful as he grabbed the back of your neck, fucking your cunt and pressing your face onto Haytham's dick that you were too busy mewling loudly to do anything about. It wasn't long before you were fluttering around his length, all the pent up tension had your cunt gushing and pumping out the fluids that dripped down the inside of your thighs. Shay wasn't done with you yet but looking at the way you were bent and grasping around for balance on shaky legs, and the way Haytham had been left out, he had better ideas. He pulled out of you again and you glanced at him as he sat on the ground, pulling you down over himself, in a way now you were sitting on his crotch, facing Haytham.

Haytham was soon to catch on as he stood over you.

"I get no say in this punishment, do I?"

You whined feeling your pussy pulsing lightly. You placed your hands on Shay's thighs as you grabbed his cock and placed it at your entrance, sliding back down on it slowly, hearing Shay grunt deeply for the first time as your walls wrapped around him tightly.

Haytham was at the end of his patience with you as he yanked your head back by the hair, receiving an apologetic look that he didn't care enough for as he shoved his cock back in your wet warm mouth.

You swallowed around his head, your throat wrapping around it tightly and he hissed making you feel extremely satisfied with yourself. At the same time you raised your hips and slammed back down onto Shay, hearing his breath catch in his throat.

These men thought you were their toy.

These arrogant Templars.

You smirked internally as you set up a pace that had Shay clutching your hips barely able to breathe, watching you drench his cock in your juices and then the whole thing disappearing between your cheeks. Your bouncing helped you set the pace on Haytham's cock as well. His cock met the back of your throat and your tight swallowing when ever Shay's was just about to slip out of your slick cunt, and you made sure to suck and hollow your cheeks around him every time Shay sunk back into you balls deep.

The vibrations from your moans were a bonus for the older man too as you found an angle at which Shay's girth made you see white and rubbed against it every time. But before that you would make at least one of these men cum.

They had other plans however. Especially Haytham who seemed to know your dirty mind a little better. You were being punished after all.

He pulled himself out of your mouth and stepped away, grabbing his shaft and resuming your pace, using his hand.

"What! No-"

"Punishment (y/n). You've done nothing to get rewarded for. Finish off Shay."

In a blink you were on the ground, face down, ass up as Shay started pounding you. Your moans coming out in ragged breaths as you clawed at the floor, your walls beginning to clench around the brutal onslaught of Shay's thrusts. Just as your eyes were about to roll back in your head, Shay pulled out of you, your walls painfully trying to clench around something to chase the orgasm they've been denied, to no avail. You whined in protest as he finished himself off on the ground, just like Haytham with his smug look as he knew he had denied you your prize.

You glared up at him as you collected yourself off of the ground scooting away from the both of them suddenly feeling the exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cheat you both... but you are both assholes..."

Shay chuckled as he handed you your discarded pants that you snatched away stubbornly. Haytham only offered one of his cruel smiles.

"Oh no, there seems to be some creed remaining in her. We need to fix that."

"I say we get to it right away, sir."

[the-writings-of-an-assassin]

After the Mission

Pairing: Shay Cormac X Reader)

Warnings: Smut and angst

Word count: 719

Lizzy’s POV

I had just got back from a mission that didn’t go as planned. Shay almost died but came out unscathed.  He and I were after an assassin gang leader, and our plan had backfired. I was angry with him because it nearly cost him his life, and I couldn’t live without him.

“What the hell, Shay?!” I exclaimed as soon as the door of our house closed. I had a few cuts and bruises but nothing too serious.

“What do you mean ‘what the hell?!’?” He unequipped himself and laid the weapons down on the table.

“You know what I mean.” I walked through the house to the bedroom, and he followed.

“No, I don’t actually.”

I sighed. “You could’ve died. The plan had backfired. We should’ve gone in with backup, but you insisted that we didn’t because it’d be too conspicuous. You’re foolishness almost cost you your life. I couldn’t bear it if you had died on that mission. I can’t live without you.”

“Lizzy, I know. I know what could’ve happened, but I was willing to take that risk if it meant I could rid New York of that street scum.”

“Shay,” I sighed. “You need to stop thinking so recklessly. You have others to think about before you go on missions.”

He lifted my chin up with his fingers, tenderly, but I jerked my chin away from him, a tear sliding down my cheek at the thought of him dying during a mission and there not being a thing I could do to save him.

“Lizzy. I’m alive and breathing, aren’t I?” He took my chin more firmly this time so I couldn’t jerk it away. He was still gentle with me.

“Yes.” I looked him in the eye.

He kissed me, washing my thoughts away. He knows how to distract me. His lips molded against mine, our lips moving sync with one another’s. He pinned me to the wall, my arms above my head. He began to kiss my neck.

“Babe…” My words came out as a whisper.

“What, love?” He asked, his words muffled by my neck.

“Make love to me.” I moaned.

He smiled into my neck. His hands went around my back to unlace my dress. Once my dress was unlaced, I slipped out of it and tossed it to the side. I was left in my corset and underwear. I slipped his coat and shirt off. He pulled his trousers off, and his rock hard cock sprung free.

I gasped at the size of him, and he chuckled.

He untied my corset, and I slipped out of it. He cast it aside, and I slipped out of my underwear. He hitched my legs around his waist and carried me over to the bed. He laid me on my back and crawled over top of me, keeping himself from crushing me by his hands that were placed on either side of my head. He kissed me again before thrusting into me.

I yelped at the sudden move, and he chuckled. His pace was slow at first but picked up speed gradually. He started to suck on the skin on my neck, leaving love bites. Then he started to tease one of my nipples with his fingers and sucked on the other. I moaned loudly, and his fucking intensified. He kept hitting my spot with every thrust, pushing me further to my climax. I eventually came, and he came not long after, his seed filling me.

We laid down beside each other, and he wrapped his arms around me after pulling the sheets over us. We fell into a deep slumber.

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Here is my steamy playlist for writing smut

It's mostly for inspiration, and it's one of the ways I get over a writer's block 1. Spotlight by Marshmello 2. Dope by Ängie 3. Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande 4. Pillow Talk by ZAYN 5. Bang Bang by Jessie J 6. Tell Me Does She Love The Bass by Lesbians On Ecstacy 7. Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! At The Disco Feel free to add more!

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One of my favourite things to imagine is era-approprite sex where the couple still have layers on to protect them from cold nights and the itchy mattress beneath them. Ngl it's always Shay I picture in the scenario.

The lady has her nightdress on, lifted above your legs with the drawstrings at the collar loose to provide access to your breasts, while Shay has his breeches pulled just below his ass, his shirt loose-fitted with ample space for one's hands to sneak under the fabric and caress his chest.

Doggy style? The skirt sits nicely hiked up over your ass, lending Shay a spectacular view. Can 100% imagine him giving you lots of playful smacks to your perfect bottom as he fucks you. That transition from holding your ass to sliding his hands up your hips, having you lift your rear while your upper body sinks lower to the bed; there's something primal about the way he takes you like this.

Speedbump? Being sandwiched between Shay and the bed - yes please. Imagine your hips chasing his dick with every ebb and flow of his thrusts. Imagine the weight of his body pressing nicely against yours, his hands holding yours above your head, his breath hot on your neck, his moans and filthy words so close to your ear. So many shivers and tingles running through your spine.

Missionary? Great for grabbing handfuls of Shay's ass, rolling and massaging the soft globes as though every knead of your fingertips controls the angle and force of his thrusts. Imagine writhing your hips, trying to spread your legs as far as they'll go to accommodate him between your thighs, and squirm seats him deeper inside you.

Cowgirl? Perfect opportunity to see your breasts framed by your gown, see the bounce and heave of your chest with every motion of you riding him. This is the position most likely to leave you fully naked, whipping your dress off overhead and leaving your body bare and glowing with sweat and euphoria. Shay remains half-dressed beneath you, his hands seizing the opportunity to grab and squeeze whatever he can, bolting upright before long to bring feverish kisses to the table too. Expect kisses and muffled growls to your neck and collar bone, his fingers pressing against your ass cheeks for leverage during this steamy session of making love.

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