#haytham x reader smut

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"I've missed your touch" Haytham x Reader? 👉👈

Prompt 3 | Haytham Kenway x Male Reader

Synopsis: You've been away for far too long and you come back realizing that Haytham wants you more than you realize.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Le smut. Blowjob. Hand job. Slight manhandling. Marking.

Notes: Thank you for the request!! I hope you don't mind that i chose to go with a male reader, was just easier to write with. Please enjoy!!

Thomas Hickey’s bark of a laugh makes you visibly wince. Even though you try your best not to, the sound is horrific. It’s more on the lines of a hack with mucus stuck in the back of his throat than anything else and you find it revolting. You can’t help it but your lip curls up ever so slightly as your eyes drift over to him. He swings back on his chair before coming back with the legs coming down with a loud clash. It’s as if the Green Dragon goes silent for a moment before the choir of voices arise up again.

Hickey points at you with a finger while still holding his ale in hand, “You got chased by dogs!?” He shouts out a little too loudly.

“Singular,” you correct. “It was one dog.”

“Mate,” Hickey grins wickedly, “I don’t think that makes it any better.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help but catch the Grandmaster’s dark blue gaze appointed to you. He has his hands clasped together in front of his mouth and his tricorn sits low over his face. But you can still see his gaze fixed upon you.

Lazy like, he looks away and gestures a hand out to Hickey, “And what have you done in the month while my tracker has been on his trek these past six months?”

That cuts Hickey short. He’s the only one at this table with you and Haytham and you don’t understand why? Well, you do to some degree. He’s here for the women and the ale fifty percent of the time. The other fifty? You have no clue what he does for Haytham’s cause or how he keeps his worth but he obviously does something right.

You’ve met Gist once and as much as you wouldn’t put them in the same category, that man is a drinker himself. Yet, he’s still able to keep his worth clearly to any passerby. Goes about travelling with that Irishman most of his days now. Haven’t seen him in a good few years.

Hickey tries to defend him, “I’ve been-“

“I know what you’ve done,” Haytham says with a raised hand. “Thank you, Thomas.”

Hickey looks to you up and down with a scowl and sets his ale aside. He stands from his chair, making it scratch against the floorboards loudly before dismissing himself to the Grandmaster. You’re quite surprised that no one else has showed up yet for your arrival back. Maybe most have forgotten about you. Or they’re away.

You can’t truly blame them though. You’re not a true part of the Templar cause. You’re a messenger, an information collector that gets paid by how important the job is. You wouldn’t compare yourself to that voyager Captain Cormac but the others have. But only by the way that both of you skip and hop around the place like a rabid dog. Unable to stick to one place for too long.

But it’s what you get paid for. Heading all the way out west and south to retrieve information for Haytham. It can be tiresome some months but most days it’s worth it. Seeing all the sights that America has to give.

But all of Haytham’s attention is on you now. He stands up slowly before looking you over. Something he’s been doing all day ever since you jumped off your horse coming back into Boston. You had to come all the way from Lower Louisiana with important French intel. Something Cormac wasn’t able to do since he’s up north. Probably still is since he’s not currently present.

You don’t want to hold a grudge against the poor man but it’s very hard when you’ve barely seen Haytham. The urge to reach out and touch is an itch that won’t go away. But, for the sake of Haytham’s reputation, you keep to yourself. The last thing Haytham wants is someone to see him with a man. You adjust your specks, pushing them up your nose. Maybe one day things will change.

The Grandmaster holds out a hand, gesturing towards the stairs. “Walk with me?” He asks with a small hint of amusement.

You nod your head gently, “Of course.”

Leading the way down the stairs and out the door, you can’t help but let your shoulders ease with relief. A brief touch on your upper arm has you looking to Haytham with a solum expression, even though you feel your chest constrict within you. It’s been too long since you’ve seen him. He hasn’t changed a bit but you may say the lines around his eyes have gotten a bit more prominent. But it suits him.  

“Come,” is all Haytham says before making his way down the street.

Blunt as always. That’s something you haven’t missed. With your hands behind your back, you walk after him. You keep your tongue still, not wanting to overstep or speak out of turn. Despite him telling you that he’s a high society man in the past, you’ve seen him break into too many places to count, kill without remorse and cause chaos in the middle of the street. Something that has you rolling your eyes every time.

But something you did not expect is for Haytham to step down the way of his own estate. You’ve only been here once and that was a good few years ago now. All your other little inquiries with Haytham have been held… elsewhere. It should leave a sour taste in your mouth but with each passing travel, you find yourself yearning for the man more. Even though sometimes he feels so far away when he’s right beside you.

Haytham Kenway’s estate is a two storey building on the outskirts of Boston. You can only guess to keep away from everyone else. But with the rate this place is growing he soon might be surrounded by other houses and properties. Most likely outshining Haytham’s in every way possible. But that’s the future.

You bring your eyes down to Haytham opening the door for you. His tricorn is off his head and he gesture inwards with it for you to enter first. You hum softly as you enter into Haytham’s home. And instantly, the smell of foxing books and tea leaves invades your nose. It’s almost overpowering but it’s almost familiar. The door clicks behind you softly.

“So, what matters did you want to discuss, sir?” You ask as you loosen your cravat from your neck.

A hand presses into the small of your back and you can’t help but stiffen up. You look to Haytham as he comes to your front, feeling around your waist until he stops on your stomach.

“There are no, important matters,” Haytham slurs out. “Only you.”

You can’t help but stifle out a laugh as you place a hand over his. He raises a brow to you, that concerned look coming over his features. This is not the man that you met earlier today. His eyes are too soft now, not the hard dark blue that could stop anyone in their tracks.

“You haven’t missed me that much have you?” You asks with a lilt of cockiness in your voice. It’s hard not to have it there, not with the way that Haytham looks to you now.

“Hmm, I would say as much,” Haytham hums out.

With nimble fingers, the hand on your stomach comes up and plucks your specs off your nose. You watch intensely as he folds them up in one hand before putting them off aside. You truly hate it when he does that because everything becomes a little fuzzy around the edges. But the way he looks at you is something that’s worth the minor inconvenience.

You finally reach out and unclasp the clip to his coat. It falls heavily to the ground with a heavy thud. Your hand touches his neck before caressing up his cheek. He grips your hand and pulls it away to kiss your palm. What a sweet man.

“Do you wish to-“ before you can even finish your sentence, Haytham brings you closer for a desperate kiss. One fill with teeth and tongue. But, you return it all the same with a hand gripping into his dark hair undoing that red bow he always has tied in it. He groans into the touch, a sound you savour all the same.

He pushes you backwards into the wall, almost knocking a painting off its hook. Haytham never parts from you though as his hands waver and venture down your chest, undoing every button on your vest in his path. The vest is discarded with your shirt coming next. You suddenly feel very exposed as his dark eyes look over you.

“This ain’t fair, Haytham,” you push him backwards with a hand on his chest. He complies, taking small steps backwards into the living room. Inches away from the fancy lounge he has, he grabs your hand and takes it from his chest.

“Many things aren’t fair, dear,” Haytham says.

You can’t help but scowl as he turns you around and pushes you backwards onto the lounge instead. You land with an oof onto the soft couches. You should be upset but the way that Haytham grips onto the back of the lounge as he leans over you with that look, it’s very hard to feel that way. Especially when everything you’re feeling is travelling down below, filling out in your pants.

Haytham comes down onto the couch, a leg coming between your own and pressing against your crouch. You can’t help the hiss that escapes from mouth. It’s been a while since you’ve let anyone touch you. And when a large hand kneads you through your pants, the groan that comes from your throat is savoury.

“What have your thoughts have me been? Since I’ve been away all this time?” You ask with a grin.

Haytham looks to you and you can see so many thoughts run behind his eyes. He leans down and kisses your neck, your jaw and then your lips.

“Many things,” he whispers deeply.

You lightly grab his face, making him look at you. “Show me,” you whisper back before kissing him deeply.

Clothes are striped off at an alarming rate and Haytham’s actions become desperate. His calloused hands run over your frame as soon as you’re free of your clothing. And the shivers that run down your spine has goosebumps littering your skin. He kisses you again deeply, biting at your bottom lip and sucking. His bites and kisses venture to your neck where it almost feels like as if he’s tasting you.

You grab onto the back of his neck and drag him down further onto the couch. He has to hold onto the back of the lounge to stop himself from falling over you. You bid yourself to think and open your eyes to take in the view in front of you. The muscles on his back twitch and move as his hands feel every inch of you. You take him in the best you can as he sucks and latches himself onto your neck. A hand wraps itself around your aching cock and your eyes roll up to the ceiling.

“Haytham,” you breathe out. “Please.”

He comes up and latches onto your lips again, deep and wet. His mind is probably a blur right now because yours is too. You get lost in the pure pleasure swirling in your gut and fogging your head. You grip onto his sides, your nails digging in as the hand that’s on your cock quickens it’s pace. Your back arches slightly off the couch as he squeezes at the base before stroking back up and flicking the bead of precum that’s leaking from you. It has you panting and holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

Haytham breaks off, breathing heavily into your cheek. He grinds down onto you and you can feel his own excitement rub up against your own.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathe out into his skin. “I’ve missed your touch, Haytham.”

Haytham returns that with another kiss as if he can’t get enough of you. You grip onto his hair, tugging at his locks that earn you a deep growl. Being like this, you miss it so damn much it hurts. You earn for him too much when you’re off on your little expeditions that it’s becoming a problem. You just hope that Haytham doesn’t send you away again on another six month journey. Because you don’t think you’ll survive this one with the way he makes you feel.

And seeing him like this, desperate to touch you. Desperate to taste you. Oh, it does so many things to you. And with him moving off the couch and guiding your hips with him, your heart does a flip. He sits on his knees in front of you, the Grandmaster of the Templar Order with your cock a breath away from his kiss swollen lips. The sight is something that no one will ever get to see but you.

“This is what I’ve wanted, dear,” Haytham almost whispers. “I’ve missed this too much for my own good.”

Only you.

You grip a hand into his hair again and guide him down onto your cock. He takes you beautifully and you grind your teeth, hoping to hold out for a few minutes more. But the way that Haytham sucks and bobs his head at your bidding is almost too much. His hands grip into your thighs painfully and you know there will be bruises there later. But it’ll be a reminder to today. Something you love to see in the mirror.

All for you. And only you.

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[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)♡

[wyyvernn]

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

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Would you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And of course you do, the following night.

[haytham-loves-chocolate]

A Night In The Storm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[intoxicated-chan]

❝𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬❞ ✠ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐜

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

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

Paring ➳ Shay Cormac x Liam’s Sister!Reader

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

CHAPTERS ↓ Tumblr & AO3 Only

𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬❞

𝐓𝐰𝐨 ✠ ❝𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞❞

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬❞

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ✠ ❝𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬❞

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬❞

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. None of the photos used belong to me! Credits to @cafekitsune and @benkeibear for the dividers. I use it all the time.

[gaycragula]

Request Info

Fandoms/Characters I will write for

If there's no specified characters, I will write for all characters

Overwatch

Will write for all characters however: Tracer- GN!Reader if romantic; platonic if there's an m!reader Pharah- See above Winston- Platonic only Hammond/Wrecking Ball- Platonic only Orisa- Platonic only

How to Train Your Dragon

Surfs Up (2007)

Assassin's Creed

Assassin's Creed 3 Assassin's Creed Black Flag Assassin's Creed Syndicate Assassin's Creed Origins Assassin's Creed Odyssey

Pirates of the Caribbean

If there's something you're curious if I'll write for, feel free to ask! I jump from fandom to fandom a lot and I'm willing to write for a lot

Things I will write

FTM/Non-binary!Reader x Character Male/GN!Reader x FTM/Non-binary!Character FTM/Non-binary!Reader x FTM/Non-binary!Character Polyamorous Relationships Fluff Smut Angst? I don't think I'm good at it though :[ Ask me about kinks I'll write about if you're curious :]

Things I will NOT write

Fem aligned reader SA/Non-Con Scat Pregnancy Yandere Over the top feet stuff Char/Char

Feel free to ask any questions/clarifications of what I will and will not right if you're curious about anything!

I do reserve the right to decline any requests I am not comfortable with. Thank 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.”

[haythams-fat-nuts]

WIP

Relationship: Haytham Kenway x Templar!Reader

Tags: Somewhat fluffy smut, porn without plot

Tagging: @sangheilihoes @ladysaturnsdust @wyyvernn @bloodhaven99 (anyone else that wants to be tagged in the future just let me know!)

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

~•~•~•~

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

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

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

[asscrackcreed]

Taking a Break (Smut)

Haytham x gn!Reader | Commission by @enby-coffin

Prompt: I'm interested in a Haytham x gn!reader. Most fanfics I see of him, he's always suave and flirtatious, but I'd like to see one where the reader initiates the romance. Cause he's a workaholic and doesn't want to take the time to meet people.

Note: MAN I'M SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS - Commissions are open!

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“I just have a little more work to finish.”

“And what about your other responsibilities?” You huffed, “Like me?”

Haytham slunk back in his chair, one arm resting on the chair and the other propped on its elbow with his fingers alongside his face. The way he draped himself on the chair shot a sense of arousal through you. The sigh he let out was followed by your name. You were leaning on his desk, looking over him. The light of the candle danced on his face. He seemed to have his own glow. The light of the moon accompanied the candlelight illuminating the room. Window open, the soft breeze brushed his hairs, tied loosely in his red hair tie. Haytham himself was keen on concentrating. He noticed your eyes gazing around at him, a smirk tugged at his lips and so he held his hand out for you. Pushing yourself off the desk, you finally turned to stand before him. Taking his hand, his eyes traced over your figure before darting back at your own eyes. With a tug you made him stand up, one hand cupping your face whilst the other wrapped around your waist. He watched as you inched your face closer, a soft peck. He whispered your name before pecks became kisses. His lips were ever so gentle on your own, but for you it wasn’t enough. So you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him further into you. The kisses were strong and wet. Slight groans melted into your lips as your hands travelled down his body.

You didn’t break the kiss as your hands started exploring his legs. One hand traced over the already slight bulge on his thigh and the other grabbing Haytham’s face. Haytham hands were on your waist in anticipation. His body was far more excited than he might have shown. The twitch on your hand didn’t go unnoticed as you started rubbing the wet clothed tip faster. Haytham’s grunt moulded into the kiss when he finally mustered the courage. His hand snaked to the back of your neck, deepening the hot kisses. With him quietly moaning into your mouth, you undid the button of his trousers.

Quick shuffling around led to Haytham’s hardened cock in the grips of your hand. Leaning onto the desk, his head fell back whilst your hand slowed as it slid to the base. Back up to the tip, Haytham’s pre-cum leaking down his shaft and your hand. The movement was agonising, and he was not a very patient man. Haytham opened his mouth to complain only to be cut off by the friction and the added grip, he bit back a moan. The control within your hand made you feel powerful. The teasing worsened as your tongue lapped up all the pre-cum. Haytham’s hand moved to the back of your head, his heavy breaths followed by a groan. As you took the tip into your mouth, your tongue swirled around whatever was in your mouth. Your eyes looking up at the heated man’s face, eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, hands gripping the arms of the chair while his chest rose and fell quickly. The sight of such a self-composed man becoming weak with the little touching that you’ve done spurred you on to take him further into your mouth. Haytham watched your head bob up and down, his hand slightly pushing you down as he heard the slick noises come out of you. He felt like he was on fire, your tongue working just as hard as your mouth. Your hollowed cheeks, struggling slightly at the length and girth of his burning cock, made Haytham louder. Slight hissing led to biting his lip which led to a strong grip stopping you.

Looking up, he tugged at your hair a little to pull you off. Neither of you could remember to move his important papers out of the way as he bent you over. Your clothing was quickly removed and the warmth was replaced by his hands. Massaging, memorising the shape and beauty of your skin. Kissing along and down your spine, his fingers grazed your hole. Keen to tease you, he only pushed slightly in and out, enough to cause a whine from your lips.

“Please…” The plead caused a slight smirk to play on his lips

“Yes, dear?”

“Fuck me.”

And so his fingers pushed in. Stretching slightly in anticipation for his cock that he knew would fill every inch of your hole. His fingers were only giving you a taste of what his cock could do inside you. The curling of his fingers only made your grip tighter on the desk, his lips continuing to attack on your back. The marks left behind and your further pleas spurred him on. The arousal made Haytham leak further as his cock brushed against your thighs.

Once the frustration grew, Haytham was merciful enough to remove his fingers. The desperation to fill you up grew evident as his hungry eyes watched as your readied hole ached for his equally hungry cock. Pressing the tip in, Haytham hissed, leaning his body onto yours. Both the sweat and heat mixed as his hips swung slowly. His cock buried deep at first, taking a second for the both of you to adjust to each other. His hands gripped on your hips, the movements of his own hips first slow. The heat and tightness of your hole squeezed onto Haytham who could only moan in response. He listened to your quickened breath, the creak of the desk and the rustling of his papers. The room began to fill with stifled moans. You had to beg more and more just for Haytham to listen to you. And he was merciful enough to finally give it to you. As though he had enough torture, Haytham rocked his hips faster. Head against the desk, hands gripped against the edge, Haytham pushed your legs further apart. He fucked you. He fucked you like he would never hve the courtesy of doing so again. He fucked you like it was a privilege that he was so lucky to have. The desk creaked and the legs scraped against the floor. Your head had become almost dizzy with pleasure. His cock continued to hit the right spot forcing every moan out of you. Skin on fire, you couldn’t help but groan his name continuously. Despite not being able to see his face, the hunger in his eyes was enough to keep him almost rabid-like. He left your neck in kisses and saliva, devouring whatever skin his mouth could reach. His moans melted into your skin, fingers moulding into the skin of your hips. You felt like you could cum any minute, the tension below continued to tug.

“I… I can’t…”

“Finish with me.”

Your back pressed against his front, both covered in sweat and tired. Thrusts lazily turning into grinding. Your head fell back and your eyes squeezed shut. Moans turning into needy whines. Haytham’s strong thrusts became slow, giving a few more pumps before you crashed onto the desk. The room fell almost silent with you both catching your breath.

Your legs shook slightly as Haytham pressed soft kisses along your back. His hands rubbing your sex as you eased down from your orgasm. Haytham pulled you onto his lap after sitting down on the chair. You turned your head to place soft and lazy kisses on his lips. Both quiet in each other's embrace as you cooled down. His skin felt soft against yours, arms wrapped around your waist. 

“I do have to finish this work.”

“You’re so stubborn… After all this, you won’t even let me enjoy your company?”

Haytham rolled his eyes, “Alright, I won’t hear anymore complaints. Let’s go to bed.”

[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."

[mtchacffinz]

a polygamous relationship w/ Al Haitham and Kaveh?

prompt!!! "what goes down in bed?"

content!!! bulleted ficlet, NSFW, polygamy relationship (alhaithamxreaderxkaveh), very kaveh centered!!

note!!! a little self indulgent, so forgive me for mistakes i commit awe 💔

If you were to ask Kaveh what is it like to be sandwiched by two people who have teasing as a love language, he would respond with one word: Bullying.

Before this whole thing started, there has been numerous discussions about boundaries: things everyone is fine with, noteworthy talks about what's there to look out for this and that etc.

But seriously.. even outside of intimate acts, you both just love to see Kaveh burst both in pleasure and agony. It's funny! Bored? "Haitham, do you have time to pester Kaveh today?"

You have always been a fan of kissing Kaveh in the lips, the cheeks, his forehead, his neck— everything. He's so lovely. Of course, hearing you utter those words to him just when he knows his dick is right inside of you makes him twitch in his place.

Kaveh melts into you like honey. You're more on the soft intimacy, but is later overshadowed when Al Haitham enters the rim. The scribes touch has always been so electric. Kaveh feels it in his skin, those slender fingers tracing circles on his waist.. his hot breath on his ears humming every other second.

You have to make it up to him somehow! After all that teasing, he's often times lagging onto the sheets, exhausted. You both would always prepare him the best aftercare. Massaging oils, vanilla scented candles, a damp towel to clean yourselves up.. a warm rose bath for him..

If Kaveh requests, you could just lay there a little longer and spend time together. On the other hand..

Kaveh's dick is always hard, his lips are always swollen, and his cheeks are always flushed with the both of you. Sometimes you would edge him to the point of crying, begging you to let him cum already. When you're feeling nice, you'd give him a nice, passionate head.

But noo! Do you think Al Haitham feels the same way?

Al Haitham would immediately grab you by the chin, bellowing you to come closer. Taking your lips into a quick kiss, he bites your lip just slightly— making you yelp. "Look at you.." he weaves a breath before keeping his gaze on Kaveh, continuing.

"Kaveh, I'll bend you over." Al Haitham wasted no time whilst the blond only responded in a surprised gasp. Al Haitham's tip that was slicked with his own precum prodded over his entrance. "That's okay, right?"

"Geez.." the blond responded. His golden locks were disheveled as your hands combing their ways through it. Kaveh found it a little embarrassing to be saying Yes, but inevitably wordlessly nodded. You start caressing his sweet face, a pout painting the curves of your lips.

"Oh, if only i have something to stuff your pretty mouth with.." you say a little coyly. Kaveh only looked into your eyes waiting patiently. Tracing his flushed lips with your fingers, you continue. "Will my fingers do, Kaveh?" Kaveh playfully bit your fingers, sucking off the spot in attempt to ease the stinging pain. You chuckle in amusement.

This time, you firmly grabbed his jaw, forcing those beautiful vermillion eyes to look at you.

"I guess you'd rather eat my pussy instead."

[kiatheinsomniac]

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  queue name: resting in the café theatre

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐔:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ encyclopaedia, the realms, the myths

masterlist of posts

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ altaïr ibn-la’ahad

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ altaïr ibn-la’ahad

five times you almost kissed and one time that you did

cinnamon and lavender 

dry your eyes | ko-fi reward

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ ezio auditore

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  ezio auditore

undercover escape

come to bed

rooftop confessions

Ezio as a jealous lover headcanons

the party

when the party’s over

away from the parties

womaniser

seeing you in a tank top and shorts headcanons

Ezio comforting your insecurity

innocence and experience  | smut

5 times you almost kissed and the time that you did

feeling good | smut

feeling good II | smut

gods au: Ezio

gods au: Ezio II | smut

gods au: Ezio III 

yandere! Ezio headcanons

I know that face (strange though it seems)

branches of the brotherhood

a welcoming embrace

consequences of an affair 

that four-letter acronym  | modern AU, dad! Ezio, daughter! Reader)

If you need me, I’ll be there 

I hate knowing that you’re hurt and there’s nothing I can do

Ezio meets a hijabi! reader | headcanons

show my face?  | gn! reader

more than earned it | smut

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐈𝐈:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ connor kenway | ratonhnhaké:ton, haytham kenway

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  connor kenway | ratonhnhaké:ton

first times | smut

sub! Connor | headcanons, smut

I don’t ever want to leave this cave  | smut

homestead skillsets 

Connor with a musical s/o | headcanons

rut | wolf hybrid! Connor, smut

day’s hunt | ko-fi reward

breaking down walls

of sailors, of mer | lunar raffle, mermaid! reader

this life is mine | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  haytham kenway

coming home late

rescue

yandere, romantic! Haytham | headcanons

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ edward kenway, james kidd | mary read, 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  edward kenway

thine honour 

the cruise  | smut

gods au: Edward

adrift

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  james kidd | mary read

just the two of us

just go back to sleep, I promise to be here when you wake up

just go back to sleep II

what a day

the diver  | mermaid! reader

you can keep it down | smut

a siren’s song | smut, x oc

a siren’s song II | smut, x oc

little boat | ko-fi reward

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ shay cormac

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  shay cormac

the precursor scholar  | Egyptian! reader

reuniting with daughter! reader | headcanons, angst

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ arno dorian

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  arno dorian

caring for you while you’re sick headcanons

modern au work headcanons

gods au: Arno

soulmate au

versailles tryst | smut

Arno x musketeer! Reader

bonne anniversaire

moments like this | smut

cuddles & forehead kisses

nightmares & music boxes | smut

seeing you in a tank top and shorts headcanons

yandere! Arno headcanons

so much for an early night  | smut

I never stopped loving you

no one’s ever touched me like this  | smut

masquerade

Arno with a modern s/o  | headcanons

I promise to be here when you wake up

gods au: Arno II

je ne parle pas français

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ evie frye, jacob frye

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  evie frye

Evie slowly falling for another female assassin  | headcanons

you’ve stolen my heart

12 red tulips | ko-fi reward

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  jacob frye

ransom | pirate! au

the type of person he’d hate  | headcanons

spontaneity  | smut

yandere Jacob drabble

jealousy 

Jacob with a tall s/o | headcanons

always on my mind

Jacob with an s/o who’s struggling with anorexia  | headcanons/ tw: mentions of ED but only in a sense of comforting + supporting recovery

Jacob with a cold s/o who’s only tender around him  | headcanons

meeting in the Schoolyard

being the big spoon with Jacob | headcanons

Jacob with a goth s/o  | headcanons

cuddles

deep breaths honey, you’re okay now, you’re safe  | daughter! reader

tea and cake

Jacob with an s/o who has depression  | headcanons/ tw: mentions of depression but only in the sense of supporting recovery

night thoughts 

warming up on a rainy day | smut

bonfire night | ko-fi reward

marry me? (broken as I am) | smut

upon thames | ko-fi reward

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐘:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ alexios of sparta, kassandra of sparta

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  alexios of sparta

Acteon  | smut

how he shows affection  | headcanons

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  kassandra of sparta

can’t take my eyes off you

sweet treats part I

sweet treats part II | smut

nervous Kassandra w/ an oblivious crush headcanons

breathless at a misthios’ hand | smut

a weapon and her heart | Deimos! Kass, smut

seashells | ko-fi reward

scarred kisses

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ eivor varinsdottir, eivor varinsson, basim ibn ishaq

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  basim ibn ishaq

basim with eivor’s cousin! reader | headcanons 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  eivor varinsdottir

hunt gone wrong

healer

the red scarf

second chance | modern! au, ft. Kassandra)

argument 

flirting with a shy s/o  | headcanons

‘take me instead’ 

fire and chamomile 

sleepy cuddles 

the shield-maiden and the selkie | au

Anxiety 

the woman in red | au

deep breaths honey, you’re okay now, you’re safe 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  eivor varinsson

under his eyes | smut

alliance 

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 / 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

highschool au featuring various assassin’s creed characters

✧ 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

vampire au! ezio auditore x reader

✧ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄

ezio auditore x reader

✧ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

a collaborative event with @itseivwhore​

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[celestialgaea]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Assassin’s Creed:

 finished pieces:

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader//  Post Coital Mornings (recently written)

(Request) Brotherhood!Ezio x Young!Reader// Smut (Recently written)

(Request) Brotherhood!Ezio x Reader // Smut (Recently written)

(Revelations) Ezio Auditore x Reader // The Belly Dancing Beauty // Lime (recently written)

(Request) Haytham Kenway x Reader

(Request) Shay Cormac x Reader // Smut

(Request) Jacob Frye x Tall!Reader // Lime

Jacob Frye x Reader // Soft Mornings // Fluff

Assassin's Creed Preferences: Things you do that turns them on

Ezio Auditore x Reader // Salvatore // Slight Smut

Connor Kenway x Reader // The Baker’s Daughter Next Door // Fluff

Assassin’s creed headcanon: How they would react if  your breasts were seen through the clothing. // Slight Smut

Assassin’s creed headcanons: Music school edition

A Teacher’s Affaire // Literature Teacher!Ezio Auditore x Student!Reader // Part II

A Teacher’s Affaire|| Literature Teacher!Ezio Auditore x Student!Reader || Part I

Audio Imagines:

(Brotherhood) Ezio Auditore x reader / Audio Imagine #1

Drafts:

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader // An old man still has vigor

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader // Loving near the fireplace

 (Modern AU) Ezio Auditore x Reader // Italian Pottery Cursus

Haytham Kenway x reader // Come to bed

Ezio Auditore x Reader // Carnevale

 The Fight Club Champion || Jacob Frye x Reader

(Revelations) Ezio Auditore x Reader //Soft Mornings // fluff, soft smut

(Request) Ezio x F!Reader // jealousy

(Dilf/Older) Shay Cormac x Reader // mentor // smut

     Carlisle Cullen x reader

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

[marshmallow--3]

My mind tends to wander at work, and so far today I've been thinking about @ladye11e 's series of fics, Deception and The Best In Me.

Sometimes I'll recite a particular scene in my head, other times I'll think about all the clever ways she's linked the two works, all the little references and throwbacks that clarify bits of the lore.

Today I was thinking about the ending of the previous chapter of TBIM, and my mind thought about the Kenway family, and then HEK Energies, and then the whole later events of Deception between Reader, Shay and Gist, and lastly my thought train came to a fight scene that takes place aboard the Jackdaw.

In doing this, I realised something - my heart positively weeps for Ratonhnhaké:ton.

First we see him lose his father, Achilles Davenport, in Deception, then events occur that has him believe his best friend has betrayed him, and then the same best friend asks him to participate in her deception.

There's all that, and the way his partner and unborn baby from TBIM isn't mentioned anywhere in Deception - which takes place after the events of its prequel. I have so many ideas wbout what could be about to happen and ladye11e and I have such great fun sharing my wild theories - she loves it when I'm stumped and didn't possibly see x event coming. But ultimately, something happens that affects poor Connor.

Honestly, she is a fantastic writer, and I would pay time and time again for the literature she's produced - it's exactly that, I've reread it more times than I can count, as a whole and individual chapters for the smut, I've spent so much time thinking about it when I'm sad and it cheers me up. And she's doing this for a hobby to make people happy.

@ladye11e , this message may seem like it's coming out of nowhere, but I am so so happy to have met you, to have grown from your fan to your friend and to share the experience of your writing. It makes me so happy when you think of me, when you include me, when you ask for my advice or ideas. And it makes me even happier when you like them and use them. I can't thank you enough for being there for me, for being such a lovely, down-to-earth person, for being you.

Please, if you haven't read her work, give it a shot. I personally feel you've created something life-changing, and I can only wish I can be as good a writer as you some day ❤️

The Best In Me (Explicit) Connor Kenway x Female Reader

Deception (Explicit) primary ship is Shay Cormac x Reader, with some scenes of Haytham Kenway x Reader and Jacob Frye x Reader.

[zaraquinn]

💐 zara quinn’s masterlist.

zara quinn | twenty-two | she/her | nsfw (18+)

(most of my works are sfw, but listing as nsfw for future entries)

< i’m a writer; an inconsistent writer sure, but a writer nonetheless. film graduate that specialized in screenwriting ! main blog is linked in blog bio. >

my masterlist & navigation ! you’ll find all my works and writings on this post under the cut !

≈ writing requests masterpost

legend navigation:

* smut

• fluff

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arctic monkeys

Mad Sounds - Alex Turner [ • ]

buzzfeed/watcher/try guys

Shane Madej - Late Night Moments [ • ]

Ryan Bergara - Office Help [ • ]

Eugene Lee Yang - They’ll Definitely Understand [ < • ]

Zach Kornfeld - Capture the Moment [ • ]

Jen Ruggirello - Smile [ • ]

Adam Bianchi - Worries [ • ]

Keith Habersberger - Competition [ • ]

Ryan Bergara - Ghost Hunting Getaway [ • ]

Eugene Lee Yang - Sweater [ < • ]

assassin’s creed

Ezio Auditore x Assassin Reader Oneshots/Headcannons (AC: II, AC: Brotherhood) [ • ]

The Hardest Part - Connor Kenway x Assassin Reader (AC: III) [ • ]

Training Day - Kassandra x Reader (AC: Odyssey) [ • ]

I Promise - Alexios x Reader (AC: Odyssey) [ • ]

Small Help - Connor Kenway x Reader (Assassin’s Creed III) [ • ]

The Morning After Hangover - Haytham Kenway x Reader (Assassin’s Creed III) [ < • ]

By Your Side - Connor Kenway x Witch!Reader (Assassin’s Creed III) [ ~ • ]

Show Off - Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Reader (Assassin’s Creed II / Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood) [ < • ]

it (2017)

Comfort - Stan Uris x Reader [ • ]

stranger things

Persistent Idiot - Steve Harrington [ ~ • ]

Memories - Steve Harrington [ • ]

The Less I Know, The Better - Billy Hargrove [ < • ]

Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher - Billy Hargrove [ < • ]

I Have Friends In Holy Spaces - Steve Harrington [ • ]

Unravel - Steve Harrington [ • ]

Bad Guy - Billy Hargrove [ <; ]

daydreaming. - henry creel/001/peter ballard [ • ]

do i look like a hero? - eddie munson [ ~ • ]

dear billy… - billy hargrove [ ~ • ]

never in a million years - eddie munson [ • ]

STRANGER THINGS: THE BREAKFAST CLUB - A SERIES (ONGOING W/ WATTPAD) [ < • ~ ]

Introduction [ • ]

Chapter One: Reality In Motion [ < • ~ ]

Chapter Two: This Is What Happens [ < • ~ ]

joker

Bleed Magic - Joker/Arthur Fleck [ <; ]

LET’S KILL TONIGHT SERIES (ON GOING/HIATUS) [ • ~ ]

Let’s Kill Tonight - Joker/Arthur Fleck [ • ]

Let’s Kill Tonight (Pt. II) Joker/Arthur Fleck [ • ~ ]

the lord of the rings

Ranger’s Love - Aragorn [ • ]

Love Underneath the Stars - Legolas [ • ]

Tease - Boromir [ • <; ]

So This is Love - Faramir [ • ]

Not That Bad - Aragorn [ • ]

pearl (2022)

love straight out of the pictures - the projectionist [ • ]

inception (2010)

i wish you love: the series - robert fischer [ < • ~ * ]

! series masterlist !

chapter i [ • ]

chapter ii [ • ]

chapter iii [ * • ]

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Writing Masterlist

Yes, it has returned. My masterlist for my writing, except I’m not going to change my bio anytime soon so I decided to add it in there.

Fandoms:

Assassin’s Creed

A Night in Istanbul (Yusuf Tazim)

After a Mission (Shay x reader)

Love and Death (Jacob Frye x OC)

“I’m So Sorry, Clara.” (Jacob x OC)

“So This is the Legendary Assassin Hunter.” (Shay Cormac X OC)

“You’re My Everything.” (Ezio Auditore X OC)

“We’ll get out of here, I promise.” (Desmond X OC)

The Escape (Desmond Miles X OC)

The Aggressive Flirt and the Idiot Gang Leader (Jacob Frye x OC)  (1)  (2)  (3)

The Shark (Edward Kenway x OC)

"You deserve to relax, so I'm giving you a message." (Shay Cormac)

"Shall we continue this in the bedroom, or in here?" (Shay Cormac (Smut))

Captain Edward Kenway's Fight (Edward Kenway)

When The Wolf Comes Out Tonight (Haytham Kenway)

Feeding (Vampire!Jacob Frye x Male!OC) (Part 1)

the Rescue (Jacob Frye x OC)

The Maid and the Assassin (Jacob Frye x OC) (Ongoing)

Marvel

Thunderstorms (Bucky Barnes)

Misc.

You Are Not Alone (Zero Kiryuu)

Original Works

“I’m Sorry For What’s About to Come.”

“Don’t Leave Me.” (**VERY TRIGGERING**)

Nonfiction Memoir

Red, the Werewolf Slayer, and Hansel and Gretel, the Witch Hunters

Proposal

In Love With My YouTube Hero (ongoing)