‘I wouldn’t mind having rough sex with William, Charles & Haytham all taking me at the same time, filling me up with their seed. Ugh, I can just imagine Charles and Haytham loving the thought of spanking me till my ass is red, or cuffing me to the headboard. William would be the sweet type, he’d care for me after sex, bathe me, feed me and whisper praises – how I’ve done a great job, what a good little girl I was and such. Damn, they all turn me on 👅👅’
Confession [@daddywaltzx]
‘I just want to be bent over a desk by the Grandmaster and let him fuck me seven ways to Sunday. ((Yes, that would be Haytham Kenway))’
‘After I found out that the girl I was courting got a girlfriend yesterday, I felt really fucking sad. Thankfully, Jacob and Haytham are there to keep me company, letting me forget my sadness through taking turns to shove their cocks in my mouth and my pussy.’
I think Haytham on one of his birthday left for couple days because of some important case, but instead he spent this whole time in expensive brothel. He paid alcohol for everyone, ordered all the whores, arranged multiple orgies in which he fucked them to the ground till they screamed. The party have lasted for couple days until he finished the last bottle of whiskey, and left unnoticed. When he came back Lee asked how the mission went and Haytham probably answered “Rather dull, truth be told”
[X]
For Haytham’s
birthday I’d surprise him with a night at the opera, we’d then proceed to have
a dance and a couple of drinks and head back to his home. I’d wear my
fanciest, sexiest corset (red and black, templar colours) and stockings, throw
on his hat and tell him “I’ve been a very naughty templar.” And let him punish
me however he wants to. It’d end with me thoroughly fucked and him
completely relaxed. Just before we drifted off to sleep, I’d say “Happy
birthday, my love.” ♡
[X]
“Imagine being one of the last living Assassin’s of the new world,
instead of die trying you’re on the verge of giving up, wanting to
surrender to no-one but master Kenway. On his birthday you sneak into
the Arsenal, to show defeat you take of your blades and prepare for will
happen. After an hour or so Haytham enters and you tell him that he can
do whatever he wants, expecting death or jail, He surprises you with a
deep kiss and asks with a naughty smirk if that is what you really want?”
[X] | Confessed by: @simoneviper
With how busy Haytham is, even on celebratory days, you had to set up his birthday present the early morning of. You were initially shy buying the toy but you knew he would at least have fun throughout the day playing with the remote controlled vibrator. He usually bought the toys, enjoying the myriad of ways to edge you multiple times for however long he liked.
Getting ready the next day, secretly glad for the half day at work, you slipped the toy inside your pussy. It was snug, meant to cup over your clit and simultaneously press against your G-spot. You left earlier than Haytham; the vain man still shaving away his morning scruff but showered. You had taken that opportunity to set up the vibrator via his smartphone and an alarm had been set for him to check his apps. The alarm was set to go off at least until you were an hour into work. You didn’t want to get into an accident because he turned it on too early. You both appreciated thoughtfulness and practicality.
An hour and a half into work, you felt a buzz but not from the toy. You glanced around, it was a slow day so you pulled out your phone and checked the message.
‘You smart little minx.’
You grinned, the fullness of the toy a distracting thing and making you ache for his teasing. Typing back, ‘Do your worst, Daddy.’ You could practically hear his inhale and see his pupils dilate, and it made you bite your lip. He could be unpredictable, keeping you on your toes in the bedroom. He certainly liked games, winning them more.
Haytham turned it up to its lowest setting, then the hum became erratic and fast after thirty minutes. You inhaled sharply and gripped the edge of your desk before propping your arm up to hide your red face. Warmth quickly settled into your hips and it was a horrible itch that the solidness of the toy couldn’t satisfy. For the rest of the morning and early afternoon, he alternated the intensity, high for five minutes and low for another five. He even kept it on high for an hour when you were trying to finish a small project from the other day. Then he left it off for another hour before it snapped to full intensity and you wanted to sob from sitting on the razor’s edge for so long.
Your phone lit up next to your arm. ‘Are you behaving?’
Oh, you wanted to moan so badly because you knew when you set up the game that you couldn’t touch yourself or cum. Even your fingers were tingling as you replied, ‘I’m behaving Daddy.’ Another buzz. You shuddered, mouth dry from his text. ‘That’s my good little whore. You’ll be crying for me when I get home, and what a treat that will be to see.’ Happy Birthday indeed.
Confession [@leisurelywasting]
“Just the thought of Haytham having slept with men is enough to get me
going. Especially with Shay. I’d pay a ridiculous amount of money to see
that happen, to be honest. Damn.”
[X]
‘For Shay’s birthday, Haytham and I would worship him from head to toe, making him feel good from morning until night. We’d take turns pleasuring him until he begged for mercy. I’d let Shay have his turn with me and then with Haytham. Then Haytham would fuck me in front of Shay, letting him have a show because it was his birthday, after all.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]
