#IDK I';m anxious and want a heavy jacket

[alovesickdork]

I want Ranger to put his jacket over me and tell me I’m gonna be alright. He seems like the type to do that. I also want Ranger to just kinda give me his jacket cause it’s a heavy material and he knows it’d help.

#possible new f/o? #IDK I';m anxious and want a heavy jacket #He's one of two people who survive the movie #I just want him around #idk what else to tag

[aerynwrites]

Husband - Javier Peña x Reader

Author’s Note: Ugh I LOVE Perdo Pascal, and his role in Narcos has me WEAK. so here is a little one-shot? fic? idk what you would call this lol. But here you go, I hope you all enjoy this little request I got! Love to hear from you all as always! (Sorry for any grammatical errors, I’m writing and posting this in between classes so I didn’t quite have time to like triple check lol)

Request? Yes! based off this request: How about a one-shot where Agent Pena or Agent Whiskey (your choice) takes injured reader/partner (who is secretly in love with him) to hospital.  He lies and tells them he is her husband so that he can stay with her.  When she wakes up, the nurse says something like, "Your husband went to get coffee, but he held your hand all night and kept telling you how much he loves you."  (Requested by anon)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: blood, violence, fluff.

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While you had been an agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency for almost 10 years now, you were completely caught off guard for what awaited you at your assignment in Columbia. Not only was there bribery, treason, and just down right morally questionable circumstances, there was also Javier Peña. When you were assigned to move to Columbia to help the DEA take down Escobar, you had met Steve Murphy the minute you stepped foot into the country. He was kind enough to escort you back to the Embassy and give you the official tour, as he called it. Everything had been going well, but then Javier Peña showed up and, as his presence usually entails, he dampened the mood.

“Another rook?” he said, hands on his hips as he looked you up and down, eyes filled with disapproval.

Murphy let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Javier, meet (Y/N) (L/N), Senior DEA agent.” He said pointedly.

You squinted your eyes at the man in front of you, completely turned off by his hostile and frankly rude demeanor, and you opened your mouth to speak, but Javier cut you off.

“Well she’s not a senior agent down here Murphy,” he looked from Steve to you, “And I don’t need another person to babysit and translate for. One is enough,” he all but hissed.

You took a threatening step forward ignoring Murphy’s hand on your upper arm, “I’ll have you know Agent Pen͂a,” you emphasized these words, your Spanish accent shining through as you said his name, “I grew up in New Mexico, and my parents are from south America, so I think I can handle myself just fine. With or without your help.”

Your words were dripping in venom, and Javier had to keep the surprised look on his face at the revelation of your background as well as the fluttering of his heart as your accent slipped through. Not that he fond that attractive or anything…just surprised. Yeah, just surprised.

Javier hadn’t moved in in, hands still on his hips as he let out a sigh, “Whatever. I’m just going to go ahead and assume you’re all in on this operation,” he relents, “We have a lead on the whereabouts of some Narcos connected to Escobar, we have a possible safe house location.”

You didn’t waste a second before you were grabbing your holster and leather jacket and brushing past the two men towards the door, “Well what are we waiting for, let’s go!” you called.

Your eagerness to dive into your work had Javier and Steve casting a glance at one another before shrugging and following you out the door.

* * *

That was forever ago. At least it felt like it was as you fell from the second floor of one of Escobar’s known homes and plummeted to the ground. It had been several months, almost a year since you had joined the hunt for Escobar in Columbia, and you all had made considerable progress. Despite several setbacks with M-19, the police, and even Escobar himself, you all were closing in. And along with your continued search for Escobar came the inevitable close relationships with your partners. You had grown to see Steve as somewhat of a brother to you, weekly dinners with him and Connie becoming a regular occurrence. They helped ease the pain and homesickness you felt being away from your friends and family for so long. It also provided an environment in which you all could just relax and forget about the days work, opting instead for wine, local food, and beer, a familiarity you had missed since moving. However, your relationship with Javier was nothing but confusing. He had slowly but surely accepted you as his partner, acknowledging your capability in the field and fearlessness when it came to doing more questionable parts of the job. However, that was as far as it seemed to go, which was difficult for you because you had grown to feel more for the man than just a platonic relationship. As horrible as it seemed to you, the feeling of love and adoration slowly crept its way into your heart the more you were around the hardened DEA agent. You had been hard pressed to reject his more intimate advances one evening when you all were at your apartment eating pizza and just relaxing after a hard day’s work. He had flashed you one of those toothy charming grins, and less than subtly suggested what he wanted. However, you, not wanting to get trapped in a meaningless friend with benefits relationship, turned him down. No matter how much it pained you, and he never asked again. However, he seemed to distance himself more after that, and it frustrated and saddened you. Was that all he saw you as? A conquest to take, and once he found out you weren’t giving it up you were worthless to him?

For some reason that night, the night with the pizza and hasty rejection, was the only thing playing through your head as you fell through the air and hit the ground with a painful thud. The Wind was knocked from your lungs and you knew instantly you had broken several ribs as you could not draw in a full breath. You and Javier had climbed the stairs to the second story of the house and when checking the last room a left behind Narco had burst from the closet with in, and before you could react he had fired a shot directly into your shoulder before roughly shoving you through the open balcony doors. You vaguely registered a panicked shout of your name followed by another gunshot before you tumbled over the railing and to the ground below.

Which is where you were now.

Blood pooling around your neck and shoulders as you lie gasping for breath on the warm dusty ground of the backwater property of Escobar’s mansion. Your head was throbbing painfully along with your chest and leg. You couldn’t even think properly to try and figure out what had been injured in the fall. You just kept struggling to breath as tears slipped from your eyes, both from the pain and the now ever-present fear of death. You hear two sets of rapid footsteps approaching you and opened your eyes to see the faces of Javier and Steve hovering over you, expressions of panic and fear creasing their features.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve muttered as he knelt down, “What happened?” he demanded from Javier.

“Steve just shut the fuck up and get help over here now!” he exclaimed.

Steve just nodded and ran off to make a call as well as request help from the police there with you all. Javier knelt next to you and pulled your hand in his own, brushing your hair back in a comforting manner, causing you to close your eyes at the small distraction from the pain.

“Hey, look at me,” Javier gripped your hand tighter, and you opened your eyes to look at him, “Don’t go to sleep,” at this point he had started to remove his button up shirt, leaving him in only a white undershirt, and pressed it firmly to the still bleeding wound in your shoulder.

You let out a cry of pain as more tear’s escapade your eyes, the pain was excruciating and your eyes were getting almost too heavy to keep open, but you did.

You looked over to Javier who was now trying to asses your other injuries, “I’m sorry,” you mumble, “I should’ve been paying attention.”

At your words Javier snaps his gaze back towards you his heart clenching as the words left your mouth. You just got thrown out of a window and were currently bleeding out, and you were the one apologizing? He just shook his head and returned his hand to the side of your face, brushing the tears away with his thumb.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You just stay awake – stay alive,” he insisted.

If you weren’t half unconscious, you would have sworn you heard desperation and a slight fear in his voice as he said those words. But before you could dwell anymore on the fact, Steve ran back over to the two of you.

“Come on Peña, we have to move. Medical help is no where to be found, so our best bet is just driving her there ourselves.”

“Fuck,” the man above you muttered before looking down at you apologetically, “I’m sorry (Y/n), but we have to move you.”

Those were the last words you heard before you felt him slide two arms underneath you and life you from the ground. You didn’t even let out a cry of pain before darkness consumed your vision.

* * *

“Hey! We need help! We need help right now!” Javier called out to the staff as him and Steve burst through the doors of the hospital, your unconscious form still held firmly in his grasp.

The next few moments were a whirlwind of commotion as the nurses and doctors jumped into action, quickly moving you onto a gurney and rolling you into the back after listening to what happened from Javier. He watched, for once feeling completely helpless, as he watched you be wheeled past the doors and into emergency surgery. Both him and Steve sat in the waiting room anxiously waiting to hear something about your condition. Javier could hardly keep himself in his seat as he switched from sitting to pacing, then sitting again, then standing and asking the nurse if there was any word, then sitting again. It was making Steve even more anxious.

“Will you sit the hell down?” Steve finally blurts, “Please? God, you’re making me more anxious pacing around like that,” he finished, leaning his elbows on his knees and letting out a sigh.

Javier turned on Steve ready to make a snarky remark but stopped himself short when he saw how awful Steve looked. He was being selfish. He wasn’t the only one who cared about you, he knew very well the sibling-like bond you and Steve shared and felt himself deflate slightly as he plopped in the chair next to his partner, running a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I just- “he stopped himself, taking a deep breath, “I’m just worried about her.”

“And you think I’m not?” Steve shot back, “She’s not just your partner you know.”

Javier let his hand fall from his face and onto the armrest of the chair, “I know that, it’s just that I- “he stopped himself, pursing his lips to keep the words from coming out. He wasn’t sure he was ready to reveal those feeling yet.

“You what?” Steve pressed.

Javier opened his mouth to respond but the entrance of the doctor stopped him short.

“(Y/N) (L/N)?” the doctor called out your name, which prompted both Steve and Javier to jump from their seats.

“Is she okay?” Steve asked frantically.

The doctor gave them both a kind smile and tucked a clipboard under his arm, “She is going to be just fine,” both men let out sighs of relief and wait for the doctor to continue, “She had three broken ribs, but they didn’t puncture her lungs so it will just be uncomfortable to move and breath for a few weeks. However, the gunshot wound to her shoulder and her broken tibia will keep her out of commission for at least a few months. That means no field work agents, I mean it.” The doctor look pointedly at both men.

“Can we go see her?” both of them asked simultaneously.

The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked down at his watch a frown tugging at his lips, “Well unless either of you are immediate family, I can’t allow that. Visiting hours ended four hours ago.”

Before Steve could say anything, Javier took a step forward, “I’m her husband! Just married last week,” he smiled, hoping his usual charm will help him out in this situation.

“You’re her what?” Steve’s shocked words caused the doctor to give the men a suspicious look.

Javier just reaches an arm around Steve and pats his back more roughly than needed, a fake smile plastered on his face, “I know, I can hardly believe it myself,” Javier’s voice drips with faux happiness, as he squeezes his partners shoulder begging him to play along.

Before Steve or the Doctor can say anything else, Javier is walking towards the door and holding it open, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to see my wife now.”

The doctor gives one more cautious glance to both men before leading Javier back to your room. His eyes immediately fall to your sleeping form and he feels a lump form in his throat and his heart clench at the sight of you. He doesn’t even hear what the doctor says as he takes in your form. White bandages wrapped around your shoulder peak out from under the baby blue hospital gown as well as the sling that rests over your arm. He also notices your right leg is casted from just below your knee all the way down to your foot and is elevated on some pillows. By the time he has pulled a chair up to the side of you bed and holds your hand in his, the doctor is gone.

* * *

The dryness of your mouth is the first thing you notice when you wake up. followed quickly by the beeping of a machine and the shuffling of papers. You open your eyes more and take note of the dimly lit hospital room and your newly bandaged wounds and casted leg.

“Good Morning, sweetheart,” a feminine voice meets your ears.

Your eyes move to find the source of the sound and are met with a short petite nurse in green scrubs standing at the end of your bed flipping through papers on a clipboard. You open your mouth to respond but it’s so dry you can hardly get any words out. The nurse, who had looked at you briefly, seemed to notice your predicament and quickly poured some water in a little paper cup before handing it to you. You swallow the entire cup in two gulps, and sigh in relief as you lay back into the pillow, the movement flaring pain up the side of your neck.

“You are one lucky woman,” the nurse says as she takes the cup from your hands.

you close your eyes and try to adjust yourself to sit up more, “Yeah, I’m just glad it wasn’t any worse. Because trust me, I’ve had worse.” You chuckle dryly.

You glance around the room and are immediately aware of the absence of your partners, and you frown slightly. Had they not stayed? You felt your heart clench at the thought of your own friend not staying to make sure you were okay.

“Was there anyone that came in with me?” you ask, “Two men, a tall blonde and then a shorter brunette?”

The nurse’s eyes seem to light up at the mention of your partners and a large smile comes across her face…what was her deal?

“Oh yes! Your partner Steve said he was going back to fill out some reports and then your husband just left to get some coffee.”

Your eyes widen, and if you had still been drinking water you would have surely choked, “My husband?”

Her smile widens as she looks at you, pulling the clipboard to her chest, “Oh yes, he was a nervous wreck waiting to hear word from the doctor on your condition. And since he was let in the room, he hasn’t left your side,” she notes, and she leans in slightly to whisper her next words, “He really love you, you know. When I would come in to check your vitals and such he would constantly be whispering of how much he loved you and how he couldn’t lose you…” she lets out a forlorn sighs, “It’s endearing really, I wish my husband was like that.”

You couldn’t do anything but stare at the nurse as you soaked in the news, she just told you. but before your mind could catch up and respond, Javier walked back into the room, coffee in hand and the nurse excused herself, sending you a wink on the way out. Javier met your eyes and his own widened at seeing you awake. But he tried to keep his composure as he walked over to the side of the bed and sat in the chair still resting there.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

You rest back into the pillows, not sure what to say. Because physically you felt okay, most likely thanks to the pain medication, but emotionally you were confused. Confused at what the nurse told, confused if she was telling the truth. So, you just shrug, choosing not to answer.

Javier doesn’t seem to like that answer because his hand falls to yours and he runs his thumb over your knuckles, “Are you in pain? Do I need to get the nurse back- “

“No. No Javier I’m fine, I just- “you paused not sure how to continue.

Javier sets his coffee down and leans back in his seat now, hand withdrawing from your own, “It’s just…. what?” he asks, a curious expression settling on his face.

You pick at the hospital blanket absentmindedly, not prepared to talk about this subject but knowing that it needs to be discussed.

“The nurse told me some things,” you begin, “Some things you said while I was out. Some rather…intimate things.” You finish finally, looking to the man sitting next to you.

He seems to freeze in his place, mouth dropping open as if saying ‘oh’, before it snaps shut and he seems to be at a loss for words. Which, for him, was very unusual.

“Did you mean them?” you ask quietly, not sure if you want to know his answer.

He’s quite for a moment, and you’re sure he’s about to reject you. tell you they meant nothing and that he was just afraid of his partner dying. So, your mouth starts to move before you can stop it.

“Never mind, that was a dumb question. I know you were probably just worried about me dying. I was so stupid to think that you could like me back. I know that’s not your style and- “

“(Y/N)- “

“in this line of work its never a good idea to- “

“(Y/N)- “

“get into relationships and I’m sorry if I-“

“(Y/N)!” Javier’s raised voice stops your rambling, “Stop. Just listen to me.”

You snap your mouth shut, lips pressing into a thin line as you wait for him to tell you off. But you unclench your jaw when you feel his warm hand gran onto your slightly cool one. You look up at him again and are shook by the soft and almost loving look he gives you as a small smile tugs at his lips.

“I was terrified when I saw you go over that balcony,” he admitted, “And I was even more scared when you passed out in my arms. I was so scared you were going to die in this hospital and I would never get to tell you how I felt,” as he stops speaking he brings your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it softly before placing his other free hand over yours encasing it in both of his still very warm hands.

You felt tears burn at the back of your eyes at the meaning of his words, you were so sure you had pushed him away and that he could never feel the same way as you. so, to here this, it was a lot.

You squeezed his hand gently as you looked at him, “You remember that night you brought over Pizza and beer?” he nodded, “And you tried to get into my pants?” you let out a little chuckle as he groaned and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly but nods again.

“I thought I pushed you away,” you admitted, “I thought that you had only gotten close to me so you could add me to your list or whatever.”

“No (Y/N), that’s not what happened, I thought I had pushed things too far,” he explains, “I thought you wouldn’t want to be around me again because of that. I though its ruined things.”

You shook your head and squeezed his hand again, “Well, that’s good to know,” you smile, “Because when you quite hanging around me after that was when I realized…” you paused.

“Realized what?” Javier asked, heart pummeling against his chest at the words he expected to come from your mouth.

“That I love you, more than just a friend or partner,” you finally admit, eyes dropping from his own to look at your still intertwined hands.

Javier didn’t say anything at first, and when he pulled his hands from yours, your heart fell to your stomach. Did he not feel the same? But before you could voice your concern his hands came to the sides of your face as he leaned down to place a heated and desperate kiss to your lips. You kissed back instantly and, out of instinct, went to reach your hand up to card through his hair, but a sharp pain in your injured shoulder caused you to let out a gasp of pain.

“shit,” Javier pulled away instantly and looked over you worriedly, “Did I hurt you?”

You let out a pained chuckle as you rested back against your pillows, “No, I just got a little too excited, and I don’t think my shoulder appreciated it.”

Javier gave you a mischievous smile before leaning closer to you, “I can kiss it better.”

Before you could respond he placed a tender kiss to the bandages over your injured shoulder, then a soft kiss just below your ear, then finally a much gentler meaningful kiss to your lips. You responded and you both stayed like that for a moment before he pulled away and sat back in his chair, your hand held in his securely.

“Did it work?”

You smile and nod, “Yes, I think it did, husband.”

He let out a loud laugh at your little joke and scooted his chair closer to your bed, resting his hand near your head and stroked your hair affectionately.

“I think I could get used to that,” he whispers.

You smile and kiss him one more time before nodding, “Me too.”

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#Javier pena x reader #javier peña #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

[maybe-your-left]

idk about you, but my biggest kink is sitting in Paterson's sweet boy face and listening his little moans and maybe even sucking his cock 💀

Both of you were panting, moaning, screaming into each other’s mouths. Bodies seeking out the other in hopes of release. All you wanted was him, and he was willing to give you anything.

Paterson was late coming home, leaving you to spend the evening pacing the living room floor. Chewing your nails, and running your hands through your messy hair. The hem of your robe skirting the hardwood. The only light was from the moon flooding the space, you couldn’t stop worrying.

The front door flew open, slammed shut by a foot. Heavy breathing coming from the entryway. “Pat?” you called, anxious to know who was there.

Around the corner came Paterson, his jacket and shoes still on. His eyes wide and pleading as he pounced on you. Lips attacking your own the moment he made it to you. Stealing the breath from your lungs as he wrapped you in his embrace.

You moaned into him, arms coiling with his own. A hand scratching his head as his lips moved down to your jawline. “Baby where were you? I was so worried, I-,”

Paterson shushed you, “I missed you so much, I couldn’t stop thinking about you today.” His hands lifted you, lips reattached to your neck. You giggled as he carried you away.

He kicked open the bedroom door, throwing you to the bed. You bounced on the mattress, the moonlight pouring onto your skin as you slinked off your clothes. Pat began to do the same, revealing himself to you piece by peace.

Once both of you were exposed, he climbed over you. Kissing every square inch of your flesh. You pulled his head up to yours, kissing his face. He hummed at you, eyes opening to gaze in wonderment.

“I missed you too.”

Paterson smiled at you, rolling the two of you so you were atop him. His hands pulling your hips towards his face, silently asking for permission. You cocked a brow, “Do you want me to sit on your face baby? Soak your chin with my cum?”

“Please,” he whispered.

You smiled, dismounting him to turn around. Pushing your hips back into his face, he moaned as your folds hit his lips. Tongue lapping at you, tracing every crevice he could find. His hands massaging your ass, rolling the flesh in his large palms. You rocked your hips along his face, feeling his lips suck at your folds.

Paterson licked a strong strip from your clit to your entrance. Tongue pointed as he curled into your heat, pulling soft mewls from your throat. You brought your attention back to Pat, his cock hard and flushed and smacking into your face.

You placed a soft kiss to the tip, suckling at his slit before taking him in your mouth. Propping yourself on your elbows so you could wrap your hands around the base. Slowly working your fists up and down in time with your mouth. Being sure to gag on his cock, allowing your mouth to slobber down him. Coating your fists and letting it dribble down to his balls.

Pat pulled away from your folds, rubbing your lower back as he bucked into your mouth. “Please don’t stop love, need your sweet mouth,” he cried.

You moaned around his length, taking him deeper and deeper inside you. He choked as one of your hands drifted down to his sack. Rolling them in your palm, dragging a line from the base all the way to his pucker.

“Oh my god,” he clenched in response. Mirroring your teasing with his own hands. Shoving his face back into your heat and tongue fucking you. Slurping up the juices while he ran his middle finger around your hole. Softly fingering into you, letting your ass suck it in like it belonged there. You squealed once he had it fully inside you, popping off his cock and lazily fisting it.

“Pat-baby,” you spat on your hand, bringing it back to his pucker and pressing your own middle finger into him. Pulling a deep moan into your pussy. crying as you both fucked into one another. Pat worked in another finger, crying into you as you mirrored his hand.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, just as you began to fuck your face into his cock. Curling your fingers into his hot asshole. Feeling every ridge and clench as you deep throated him over and over.

“M’ gonna cum baby don’t stop.”

Pat nodded into your heat, sucking harder as he cried into you. His cock weeping on the back of your throat, asshole twitching over and over. You rocked back into him, on the cusp of release. He popped off your clit, hammering his fingers inside your tight asshole over and over while he spat into your pussy. Watching as it clenched around nothing, wanting to be stuffed like it deserved to.

“I’m so close,” you keened into him. Pat fucking harder and harder into you. Both of you about to spill over.

You pulled off his cock gasping for air.

“Paterson, I love you!”

Pat popped off of you, “I love you so much.”

Both of you cried in bliss, Paterson’s hot cum spurting onto your face and neck. Your hands jerking his twitching length to coax more out of him. Lips smacking at the cum that coated your skin, licking your lips as you moaned.

Backing your cunt into him as you came on his chin. Paterson ripped his fingers from your hole and motorboating your spasmong heat.

Both of you panting as you came down from your orgasms. Rolling off of Paterson’s belly, his hand snaking between your thighs and patting them lovingly. Letting you know that he was still here and with you. Turning his head to place kisses on your ankle closet to his face.

“You really did miss me.”

Paterson chuckled, “I did.”

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LOVE THIS.

#adam driver #adam driver fanfic #paterson #paterson x reader #paterson x you #my writings #asks #anon asked

[softderekhale]

um hi i’m new here so here’s a lil fic i wrote

*waves nervously* so i’ve run this blog for a while and posted a couple tiny fics literally like two years ago, but i want to get more active with my writing. the inspiration for this randomly struck, and 3k later... i hope someone enjoys! <3

also on ao3!

sterek, AU: royalty, arranged marriage. 3k, M-ish? idk, there are dicks but no actual dick action. boners. there are boners. mating, biting, mention of blood.

Compared to the months his sisters had spent frantically preparing for the wedding, the ceremony seemed to fly by in a sweaty, anxious daze. It felt like only moments passed from when Derek donned his crown and wedding jacket in the early morning to the evening’s festive banquet, where the wine flowed freely and his new husband’s amber eyes sparkled as he regaled the court with tales of his youthful misadventures.

Marrying Stiles wasn’t an inconvenience by any stretch of the imagination, but as Derek paced around his room later that night awaiting his betrothed’s arrival, he realized how woefully little he really knew about the inner workings of Beacon’s crown prince.

As the second child of Queen Talia, his ruler and Alpha, Derek always expected that an arranged marriage could be a possibility. He just hadn’t really been paying attention, occupying the years with studying and training until suddenly, a little over a year ago, his mother and eldest sister, Laura, approached him about the possibility of marrying Stiles.

“The union would be primarily political, but I would never require anything of you that would cause undue distress,” his mother had assured him, holding her only son’s face in her hands. “Stiles has grown into a truly lovely young man, and his intellect — gods know we could use a strategist like him to keep Peter in check.”

Derek had smiled, and spent a week or so in thought before requesting to meet this brilliant young prince of whom his mother spoke so highly. It felt like a good idea at the time, but Derek’s nerves kept him a wreck the entire week Stiles and his brother had spent visiting Triskele. Though their private conversations were few and far between, Derek was immediately taken with Stiles. His mother had been absolutely correct — Stiles was impressively well-read, and his sense of humor crackled and sparked in a way that attracted Derek down to his core. When he nervously broached the topic of betrothal two nights before Stiles’ departure, he almost fled and vomited — or vomited, then fled —when Stiles confidently agreed. He chose me, Derek still thought nearly every day leading up to the wedding. He’s going to be my mate.

When Stiles arrived in Triskele a fortnight before the wedding, Derek’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing him for the first time. Laura and Cora delighted in teasing their brother about his obvious infatuation, but also graciously escorted Stiles around the palace so Derek wouldn’t have to entertain him alone.

Now, though — it was done. They were married, and entertaining Stiles — in every sense of the word — was Derek’s responsibility. What was Stiles expecting? Did he plan to consummate the marriage tonight, according to his people’s tradition? Did he wish to share chambers with Derek at all, now or in the future? How many blankets did he like to sleep under? Was he an early riser, or did he grudgingly extricate himself from his bed mid-morning like Derek? Could— A soft knock at the door stilled Derek’s racing thoughts, and he halted his pacing to hesitantly move toward the door. The banquet had finally been winding down when Derek had taken his leave, and he was certain Stiles had come to see him. Derek took a deep breath, and opened the door. His new husband stood on the other side, hands clasped behind his back and keen eyes searching Derek’s face.

“Good evening, husband,” Stiles said, smiling playfully at the words. 

“I… Hello. Good evening,” Derek stuttered.

“May I come in?” Stiles inquired patiently, nodding toward Derek’s room. Way to go, you idiot, Derek scolded himself. You can’t even invite your own husband into your quarters?

“Oh, um, yes. Yes, of course.” Derek stepped out of the doorway, running a frantic hand through his hair as Stiles stepped into his modest bedroom. Stiles’ gaze flitted around the room, noting the maps and sketches tacked to the walls and the carefully organized books stacked on his desk.

“This is the first time I’ve been in here, you know. I like it,” he remarked, smiling encouragingly at Derek. His smile faltered, however, when he noticed Derek’s obvious nerves. 

“Is everything alright, Derek?”

“Yes,” Derek said emphatically. “I just… You… You make me nervous,” he admitted, mustering up his pride in order to speak honestly to his new husband.

Stiles laughed, a bright, unexpected sound that filled Derek’s ears and assuaged his bubbling nerves. “I’m not very intimidating on sight, Derek, but I’m flattered.”

“I… I want to get off on the right foot. With everything. I want…” Derek faltered, searching for the right words to express how much he cared about making Stiles feel valued.

“What do you want, Derek?” Stiles asked softly, golden gaze meeting Derek’s. Derek took a deep breath before releasing the slew of emotions he had kept pent up for months since  officially promising his hand to Stiles.

“I want you to be happy. I want you to like me, to like living here. I want to know you, to really know you and understand you, and I feel like an idiot but I’m standing here and you’re my husband and I don’t even know what you like in bed or if you want to bed me or—“

“Derek.”

Derek refocused his gaze on Stiles’. “Breathe with me, darling.” Darling. Derek was going to assess that later, when he had remembered how to inhale and exhale in a predictable pattern once again.

"Derek," Stiles said again firmly, holding his gaze level with his husband's. 

"Everything you swore to me today — to care for me, protect me — did you mean it?"

Derek's brow furrowed. "Yes," he answered plainly. Of course. How could the answer be anything but yes? Stiles was whip smart, witty, terrifyingly insightful, beautiful—

Stiles smiled easily and cupped Derek's cheek. "That's why I chose you, Prince Derek Hale of Triskele in the northern reaches. Do you think you're the only proposal my father or I ever received for my hand? But I knew I had finally found my partner the moment I met you. I... I just knew,” Stiles said, gently running his thumb over Derek’s cheekbone.

“I knew you would make me happy. I knew that I would want to get to know you, and spend time here with you and your family. It makes me nervous too, not knowing what you like, but you should never doubt that I want you, Derek,” Stiles said firmly.

A weight Derek hadn't even been aware of lifted at Stiles' admission, and a tiny spark of jealousy flared in his stomach at the idea of anyone else spending the rest of their lives with his prince. "I knew too," he said in a whisper, leaning into his husband's caress. He let his eyes flutter shut at the warmth of Stiles' touch, confident in displaying his infatuation now that he knew it was shared. 

“I honestly didn’t know how tonight would end, but I knew I wanted to see you before I went to sleep,” Stiles admitted.

“Do you…” Derek swallowed, his nerves a lump in his throat. “Do you wish to consummate the marriage?”

Stiles looked at his husband appraisingly, carefully moving to clasp Derek’s hands in his. “I would like to do so, hopefully soon, but I absolutely can wait until we’re both ready, if that’s what you need. You just have to tell me, Derek. What do you need?”

Derek licked his lips, gaze raking over Stiles’ face. What gods known and unknown are smiling upon me? How did I get so lucky? 

“Our people, Lycans, place value on connection above all else. I know my mother already discussed it with you,” a conversation I will not dwell on, “and… I’d like to give you the mating mark.”

Stiles smiled at his husband. “I’d like that too, husband. I trust you.”

Derek’s heart surged yet again, pleased with the knowledge and respect his human husband possessed for Derek’s people’s traditions. “Okay,” he said. “I’d like to start with that.”

Stiles nodded, gaze falling to Derek’s mouth. "So," he murmured, "How do you want me?"

Derek exhaled sharply, willing his eyes not to flare blue at Stiles' intentionally suggestive inquiry. 

After a moment of consideration, he stepped back. Stiles' hands fell from his, and he stood before Derek with a look of patient intrigue. “Take off your boots,” Derek said, the end of the sentence rising into a question. He knew how he wanted Stiles, but he wanted his husband to know that his consent was paramount as well. 

Stiles quickly removed his boots and socks, tossing them next to Derek’s own. He stood in front of Derek expectantly, watching as he stepped forward to close the short distance between them.

Carefully, Derek reached forward unclasped the heavy, blood-red cape he knew was the traditional marriage garment of Stiles’ mother’s people. He didn’t know how Stiles’ mother had died, but he knew what it meant to him to proudly carry her culture alongside his own. Our children will know, too, Derek thought absently, gently laying the garment down safely on his desk chair.

He turned back to his husband, who was watching Derek intently with a soft smile playing at his lips. Derek unfastened his own overcoat, nearly sighing with relief as he discarded the thick, brocaded garment.

He reached over to Stiles next, gently tugging at the bottom of his soft white tunic. Stiles lifted his arms expectantly as Derek slid the garment over his head. Derek’s hand brushed his husband’s side as he did so, and he noted with pleasure the stutter in Stiles’ heartbeat when their skin made contact.

Now shirtless, a mix of lust and nerves visibly bled into Stiles’ otherwise assured demeanor. His cheeks and chest were flushed, and Derek found it hard to keep his movements even and measured as the smell of Stiles’ arousal rolled over him in waves.

Derek allowed himself to touch his husband, placing a hand on the side of his neck and another brushing against his hip. “You’re beautiful,” Derek whispered, heady with desire at the warmth of his husband’s skin and the quickening pace of his heart.

He stepped back to remove his own tunic, pleased that Stiles simply watched. He was allowing Derek to undress him, to set the pace in spite of his own maddening arousal, and Derek’s wolf preened at the intuitive understanding shown by his mate.

He turned his attention back to his husband, aware of the way Stiles’ throat bobbed as Derek unfastened his breeches. He slowly moved them down Stiles’ legs, pressing a guiding hand to the small of his back as he stepped out of them and kicked them away.

Derek moved back to admire his husband, both men standing proudly before one another. He flushed as his gaze traveled down Stiles’ body, clad only in his thin white undershorts. They were tented obviously in the front, Stiles’ cock hardened and pressing against the insubstantial fabric. Derek flushed with pride once more — Stiles was clearly enjoying this too, if his erection and blown pupils were any indication.

Derek stepped forward to speak softly into Stiles’ ear. “Can I pick you up?” he asked, swearing he could feel Stiles’ skin practically vibrate so close to his own. “Yes,” Stiles murmured, locking his gaze with Derek’s. Derek carefully placed an arm behind his husband’s knees and another behind his back, quickly gathering Stiles into his arms. Stiles laughed as Derek easily picked him up off the ground, a sound Derek deeply wished to hear every day for the rest of his life.

Derek knew Stiles wasn’t ignorant — he understood the significance of what Derek was doing. It wasn’t a requirement by any means, but physically carrying ones’ mate to their marriage bed before claiming them was a symbolic gesture of protection and provision for Derek’s kind. After closing the few short feet to their bed, Derek crouched down and carefully deposited Stiles on his side. In the oldest customs, a wolf’s mate would lay face down to receive the bite, but Derek had never desired that. He carefully laid his body behind his husband’s, moving one of his arms under Stiles’ head and the other over his waist. His free hand found his husband’s, and he laced their fingers together. Finally, he lined up his hips behind Stiles', allowing him to feel that he was aroused to hardness as well.

Derek brought their entwined hands to Stiles’ chest, feeling the strong, singing thrum of his heart beneath them. He was ready.

“May I?” he asked, marveling at how warm and solid Stiles’ body felt against his. Stiles relaxed against him and nodded in assent. “Yes.”

Derek finally allowed his fangs to drop, an icy blue haze clouding his vision and his sense of his husband's scent sharpening even more acutely. He touched his teeth to Stiles' skin so he knew to brace himself, then swiftly pierced the soft flesh in the claiming mark of mating. 

The bite lasted no more than a few seconds, but Derek felt the moments still and swirl around him in a drawn out haze. He knew magic existed — knew his new husband could practice it, even — but he had never paid much mind to the stories of mating magic or soulmates. As soon as he anchored himself to his newly wed husband, however, Derek felt a certainty and connection settle in him — one that couldn’t be described like any emotion he’d ever felt before. He thought, he knew, that Stiles felt it too. He felt it in the way his lungs retracted sharply as his heart skipped a beat, his fingers tightening around Derek’s and the smallest whimper escaping his lips. He didn’t fight the bite, even subconsciously. His body moved closer to Derek’s, an implicit sign of the trust he placed in his new mate. Derek felt a new spike of attraction and affection bloom in his chest, and carefully retracted his fangs from the soft warmth of Stiles’ neck. He allowed himself a moment to pause, breathing in the scent of his new husband as deeply as he could. He felt dizzy, heady — he wanted to say something, anything, to Stiles, but couldn’t find the words. He settled instead for squeezing Stiles’ hand, and firmly pressed his lips in a kiss above the bite before pulling away.

Stiles glanced back at Derek, seemingly unsure what Derek wished him to do next. Derek stilled him with a gentle hand to his arm. “Let me.”

Two beads of blood had welled up on the back of Stiles’ neck; the bite was not intended to pierce too deeply, but some blood was inevitable. Derek reached for the cloth he had left on his bedside table, grateful for his foresight in the scattered hours before the wedding. He hadn’t expected Stiles to make any demands one way or another, but he had still wanted to be prepared for however the night ended up. Derek dampened the cloth in the bowl of water next to it and carefully pressed it to his husband’s neck. When Stiles flinched at the touch, Derek dropped his hands away immediately — Did I hurt him? 

“Sorry,” Stiles murmured with a laugh. “’s just a little cold.” His bright amber eyes found contact with Derek’s, a soft smile — that damn smile — playing at his lips. 

Derek stroked away the last of the blood, cupping his hand around the back of Stiles’ neck to drain any residual pain. “Are you — does it hurt too badly?” he asked, brow furrowed in concern.

“I think I’ll survive, husband.” Husband. The word, simple as it was, still stirred a deep satisfaction in Derek. Stiles was perfect, and he was his husband. Stiles rolled onto his back, hitching himself up slightly onto his elbows. Derek knew Stiles was simply shifting to a more comfortable position, but he couldn’t help but notice the way his husband’s cock still pressed against his shorts. His gaze flicked back up to Stiles’ face, and he felt his cheeks redden as Stiles gnawed absently at his bottom lip. 

“What’re you looking at?” said Stiles, voice breaking huskily.

Emboldened by his husband’s display, Derek leaned forward, bracketing himself over Stiles. “You,” he whispered, eyes moving pointedly to Stiles’ lips as their faces hovered inches apart.

As soon as the word left Derek’s lips, Stiles surged forward. His mouth knocked against Derek’s, but he barely felt the awkwardness of the movement as their lips pressed together. Stiles whimpered again, and Derek dropped his weight off his arms and pulled them onto their sides so they were facing one another. He quickly pulled his husband into another kiss, reveling in the sensation of Stiles’ lips, muscles, scent, sweat — he felt completely enveloped.

When Stiles pulled away, his pupils were blown. He clutched Derek’s arm as if it were anchoring him. A soft exclamation escaped his lips — “Wow.”

Derek couldn’t help but laugh, drunk on lust and affection. “Wow,” he agreed, capturing Stiles’ lips in another soft, gentle kiss.

Stiles held his forehead against Derek’s, smiling softly over his husband’s mouth. “I think I’ll stay in your bed tonight, if that’s alright,” he said.

Derek pulled him closer, the lengths of their bodies pressed together. “Our bed. And it’s more than alright.”

Fin (for now!)

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Hi! Can i just say how much i love your Remember me v2 story!! I think its brilliant cos i love acrogue so much XD i was just wondering if you take requests? Cos i would love to see Nsfw Haytham dom! ;) ;) over shay and the reader, but it kinda goes wrong, and he ends up pushing shay and the reader together, ya know, instead of the fight they had? Idk im bad at this lol! Either way thank you!

Oh my dear sweet anon! Your words make me so happy! I’ve had a go at your request, I hope this is what you wanted, if not, please come out of the shadows and i will try again! ❤ ——————————NSFW HaythamKenway x Reader x ShayCormac M/M/F

“Do you enjoy provoking me Captain?”

Shay swallowed hard as he sat in the seat across from Kenways desk, staring intently at the Grand Master as the firelight flickered across his face, making him look even more foreboding.

“I’m sorry Sir, I don’t understand.”

Haytham glared furiously, his steel eyes burning into Shays as he clenched his fists in annoyance.

“I’ve seen the way you look at (name), do you take me for some kind of fool?”

Shay shifted uncomfortably in the chair, his nervousness beginning to show as he fidgited with his cuff, his eyes forcibly diverting from Haythams piercing gaze.

“I apologize Sir. But surely you can understand…. She is very beautiful and sweet, every man has trouble keeping his eyes and mind off of her.”

A smug look crept over Haythams face as he stood up and undid his jacket and cape, shrugging them off and hanging them up along with his hat before moving to the front of the desk, and leaning up against it with his arms crossed.

“I will agree with you there Captain, but other men know well enough not to advance towards what they know is mine. Perhaps you need a lesson in obedience? Perfect timing. Come in!”

Shay turned his head to the door as you poked your head around it, looking slightly anxious at being summoned so late at night. Your eyes flitted between Kenway and the Captain as you walked in, pulling down at the bottom of your shirt that only just covered the tops of your thighs.

“Haytham? Is everything okay? I didn’t think anyone else would be here, I should go and get dressed.”

A sly smile tugged at Haythams lips as he shook his head, extending his hand for you to come towards him. What you were wearing was perfect for what was running through his mind.

“There is no need my dear, please, come here.”

Both men gazed attentively as you slowly walked towards Haytham, apprehension filling you as his hands stopped you within inches of him, and turned you to face Cormac.

“It seems that our captain has a slight infatuation with you my dear. I can’t really say that I blame him though.”

You swallowed hard and your body twitched as Haythams fingers glided over your thighs, lifting the hem of your shirt ever so slightly. Shay, becoming even more embarrassed, crossed his legs to conceal his arousal as he watched Kenways hands continue upwards, and caress your breasts through your shirt, making your nipples harden and strain against the the fabric.

“Master Kenway, I don’t think this is appropriate….”

Shay pursed his lips and tensed up as he watched Haytham whisper something into your ear, making you gasp slightly, and your eyes widen as you nodded.

“I don’t think that you are in a position to deem what is appropriate Captain. Surely you are not complaining about the sight before you?”

A heavy blush rose up your face and you began to quiver as Haytham started plucking the buttons of your shirt undone one by one, his fingers grazing over every bit of newly exposed flesh as it was revealed. You held your breath as he pulled your shirt open, your body now fully exposed to the flustered man sat before you.

“My dear, would you please help Shay undress? He seems rather uncomfortable like that.”

Your entire body went rigid as you caught the captains gaze, who’s face also looked mortified. Haytham may be your lover, but you didn’t dare disobey him, so you stepped towards the captain slowly, trying to calm your breaths as you took his hands, and stood him up.

Your hands now trembling violently, you began undoing the numerous straps and buckles on his chest, you fingers faltering slightly as you moved on to his waistcoat. You were so focused on what you were doing, you hadn’t noticed that Haytham had moved to behind Shay, until his hands wrapped around him, grabbing his shirt and ripping it open, pulling all of the top half of his clothing off and throwing it to the ground.

“That��s better. Now, i would like you to touch her captain.”

Shays breathing was now little pants and he turned his head to look at the Grand Master, his face panic stricken and his voice faltering.

“But Sir……”

You could see Haythams eyes narrowing from where you stood, his jaw clenching tight.

“You still defy me? I assure you this will end badly if you continue to do so.”

Shay turned back to face you, silently mouthing ‘Im sorry’ as he lay one shaking hand on your hip, the other coming up to caress your cheek, before trailing his fingers down your neck and over your shoulder. Your skin felt like it was being set on fire under his touch, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps as they skimmed lower over the tops of your mounds, then circling around your stiff peaks making them harden till they hurt.

“Her skin is so delightfully soft, isn’t it?”

Only a small moan managed to pass Shays lips in response, it was taking every bit of will power and concentration he could muster not to take you for himself right that second.

“No reply? Well, we must put that mouth to better use then.”

You jumped as Haytham grabbed Shay by the hair, and forcefully pressed his mouth against his, tongue pushing his lips apart so he could taste him fully. He finally pulled away, licking his lips as he tried to catch his breath, his attention turning back to you.

“Not as sweet as you my dear, but still pleasant. Would you like to taste?”

You felt Shays hand tighten on your hip as he turned back to you, his eyes full of want and desire as his eyes flicked over your naked body, making your heart beat furiously. A small nod was all you could muster as you lay a hand on Shays chest, feeling the pounding against your fingertips, the other gently wrapping behind his head, pulling him down to capture his lips with yours. His kiss was sinfully delicious, making your body ache for him even more. You managed to stifle a moan as you were very aware of Haytham watching you, surpressing your growing eagerness for the captain. You knew that Shay was feeling the same way, if he had not hinted on it before tonight, the tensing of his body under your hand, his shallow breathing and darkened eyes were a sure fact of that.

“How does she taste captain?”

Shay bit his lip as he pulled away, clearing his throat as he tried to control the quivering in his voice.

“Perfect.. sir….”

“Doesn’t she just. I did not say you could stop touching her.”

Your eyes lowered as you saw Haythams hand reach around Shay, pushing the hand that was caressing your breast lower to between your legs. Shays eyes widened as he dipped a finger between your folds, not quite believing how wet you were because of him. He managed to stop the smile that threatened to creep up on his face, Haythams acts of dominance had only proven that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

You had to clench your teeth as Shays fingers swam over your throbbing nub, every nerve alighting with tingling ecstacy that was sure to make you climax within seconds. Your eyes flickered over to Haytham who was unbuttoning his shirt, watching your reactions intently. Gazing back at Shay as you tried to stop your legs from trembling, your brow furrowed just slightly at the thought of what Haytham might do if he knew just exactly how aroused you were by the man in front of you.

Noticing your distress, Shay stepped forward slightly, lowering his head so the side of it touched yours. You continued to watch Haytham over the captains shoulder, your hands tightening on him as the tight coil of pleasure deep within you threatened to burst, until you saw Kenways attention go to taking off the rest of his clothes.

You managed to slow your breathing just enough to whisper into Shays ear. “Stop… If he knows…”

He pulled his head back to capture your gaze, his stomach knotting at the thought of leaving you like this, but he knew you were right. He gave you a long blink in acknowledgement, stopping his ministrations and twisting his wrist to run the back of his hand over your crease, wiping away most of the traces of your excitement.

You shuddered as Haytham stepped behind you, pressing his taught body firmly against you back, his hard shaft throbbing between you both. Your face twisted slighty as he snaked his hands over the front of you, sliding between your legs and pushing Shays hand out of the way to replace it with his own.

“Well it seems that (name) does not share your attraction captain, she is barely wet.”

Feeling Haytham smirk against your neck, you let out a heavy sigh, which he attributed to his touch as he raised his hands to tug at the bottom of your shirt, making it fall from your shoulders.

“Be a dear and continue with that would you?”

You glanced down as you saw him tug at the top of the captains trousers, letting out a small yelp as he bit down on your neck. Looking back up at Shay with longing eyes, you watched him inhale sharply as your hands drifted over his stomach, resting on top of the buttons, and slowly began twisting them free. You finally let your gaze drift downwards as his trousers fell, your eyes widening at the sight before you. If Haytham continued with what he suggested, this was going to hurt, unless you were well prepared.

Gasping as you felt two fingers press inside you, the evidence of Shays ministrations dripped onto his fingers as they slowly began to caress your walls, and back over your bundle of nerves. Haytham began to chuckle, wrapping his arm around your waist as your knees nearly buckled underneath you.

“See captain? Her body only craves me.”

Haythams grip tightened as your climax finally washed over you, moaning loudly and trembling against him as you tried to keep your eyes on Shay, letting him know he was the real reason for your pleasure. Haytham raised his hand from between your legs and slipped his fingers into Shays mouth, letting him lick and suck your release clean off them.

“Now that is the sweetest thing known to man.”

Shays breathing was becoming no more than little pants now, his desire for you almost overwhelming the need to obey the Grand Master.

“Aye, that it is… Sir.”

Haytham face creased with a self satisfied grin as he felt your trembling against him stop, letting him know that your sensitivity had died down slightly.

“I think I have proven my point so far, how about we let the captain have a little enjoyment my dear?”

Your breath began to quicken again as Kenway slowly bent you over, moving you so your head was an inch away from Shays leaking cock. Resting your hands on his hips to steady yourself, you stuck out your tongue and licked the beads of his arousal off his tip before plunging your mouth over him, making him exclaim loudly. You heard Kenway chuckle as the captains hands gently entwined through your hair, his body quivering as you sucked and flicked your tongue around his shaft.

“So beautiful, so talented, wouldn’t you say?”

Shay closed his eyes and swallowed hard as he basked in the pleasure of your mouth around him, wishing that this was under different circumstances. His breath hitched as you took him deeper into your mouth and swallowed, the tightness pushing him closer to his undoing.

“Y..y…yes….sir…”

You whimpered as you felt Haytham rub himself between your folds, smearing your essence all over himself before parting your legs and pushing himself into you, making your whole body tighten, eliciting deep moans from both men in unison. Finding it hard to concentrate as Haytham thrust deep into you, making the coil of pleasure deep within you beginning to tighten again, you decided to put all of your focus on Shay, who was quite skillfully hiding his impending climax.

You felt his hands tighten in your hair slightly and his body stiffen as his hot liquid rushed over your tongue, you eyes smiling as your drank it all up, your tongue still pressing against him firmly until the twitching in your mouth died down. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you realised that he wasn’t softening, in fact if it wasn’t for the bitter, salty liquid that had ran down your throat, you wouldn’t have even known that he had climaxed.

You let out an unintentional mewl as Haytham lifted you up, pulling his glistening cock out of you and walking you to sit on the edge of the desk, leaning you back until you were propped up by your elbows.

“Lets see if you can manage anything this time Shay.”

Your mouth dropped as he pushed the still apprehensive towards you, reaching around and grabbing his shaft to line up with your entrance. Shay bit his lip, gently resting his hands on your hips and pressed forwards slighty, pausing for a moment when he saw you wince as you stretched uncomfortably to fit him. You cried out as his hips snapped forward, realising quickly that the sudden movement was not his fault, it was Haythams, who had moved behind Shay and pushed himself deep inside him.

Shays face twisted in a mix of pain and remorse as he looked at you, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek apologetically. Haytham grabbed a fistful of Shays hair and pulled his head back, biting down on his neck and leaving a mark before growling in his ear.

“Come now captain, do not pretend you are not enjoying this.”

He looked more humiliated than pleasured as Haytham let his head go and thrust against him hard, which you assumed was his actual intention. You grasped the hand that was holding your hip tightly, nodding at the captain gently as his eyes flickered to you, letting him know that you were okay to continue. He began to move slowly, fighting against Haythams force, knowing that if he matched his tempo you would no doubt be in alot of pain.

You managed to swallow a moan as he moved against you, filling you deeply that sent sparks of white hot pleasure coarsing through your blood with every thrust. Shay managed to ignore most of Haythams ravaging movements behind him, now that the Grand Master couldn’t see his face, every emotion he had for you swam over him as he watched you trying to hide the pleasure he was giving you.

Your hand gripped his tighter as you looked up at Shay with pleading eyes, unable to hold back your impending climax for much longer. His eyes danced as he felt you tighten around him, the corner of his mouth twitching as he subtlety moved his other hand from your hip, brushing his fingers over your swollen nub. He was denied the pleasure of making you come before, he most certainly wasn’t going to let that happen again, damned the consequences.

He closed his eyes as he felt your entire body tighten up against him, you could hide the exquisite pleasure from your face, but not from the rest of you, holding your breath and clenching your jaw as the waves of ecstatic bliss overwhelmed you.

Managing to look up as your body continued to twitch, you saw Shay gazing down on you adoringly with a soft smile, Haythams head buried against his neck and chasing his own imminent peak, thankfully complely oblivious to what just happened.

You felt Shay tense up as he groaned, pulling out of you and spilling his seed all over your mound and crease, mingling it with yours as it dripped out onto the desk, hiding all traces of your gratification. The tightening of his body pushed Haytham over the edge, pushing Shays shoulders forwards and throwing his head back, moaning loudly as he pumped the hot white strands all over his back.

Pulling Shay up and pushing him aside, Haythams mouth descended on yours furiously, leaving you breathless. He turned to the captain who was now wiping his back with a handkerchief, smirking and chuckling.

“Failed again Shay? How utterly disappointing. I do hope you have learnt your lesson now, for your sake.”

Shay nodded as he quickly pulled his clothes back on, not even bothering to do anything back up as he headed towards the door. He stopped for a moment as he opened it, smiling to himself without looking back.

“Yes sir, Master Kenway. I’ve learnt everything I needed to know.”