asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Oh thank you. ^^ I have a list of all the fills I'm doing right over here: http://fonbella.tumblr.com/post/42429896012

Here's the link: http://fonbella.tumblr.com/post/45809235378

But by all means, I urge other people to write more Achilles and Connor. Their story is too sad not to write more about them. ;^;

It's fine OP! I figured you had your own things going on, so no rush. That was one thing I hated in the games, especially when Ezio turned right around afterwards and started bellowing out who he was - something that clashed with my idea of assassins, since I figured they were supposed to be, y'know, sneaky and unseen.

I can understand he wanted vengeance for his family, but if that was the case, better to remain quiet and let the public freak themselves out than go screaming your plans to all and sundry.

That second dub-con means non-con, obv *facepalms at own typo*

Author anon from above. Working on a sequel set during Betrayal if that's all right.

Seconded! May take a crack at this if nobody's filled in a week or so.

Not op, but very very all right with this!!!

This will be a long prompt, please bear with me.

Haytham and Connor's initial relationship is bitter, adversarial, with Connor distrusting and even hating Haytham for being a manipulative Templar who may or may not share responsibility for his mother's death and Haytham looks down on Connor for his inexperience and naivety (and for being an Assassin who messes with his plans, obviously).

However, Haytham is a perceptive man, and eventually realizes that if he continues treating Connor like dirt, bossing him around and acting like a condescending jerkass, he won't be able to get under Connor's skin. So he adopts another tactic - showing Connor what appears to be genuine affection, even if it's in his sarcastic Haytham way. Initially Connor doesn't buy it at all, but since Haytham persists, his distrust and hurt and bitterness slowly begin to melt away. Underneath all that gruff, introverted exterior and all the rage is a lonely, traumatized boy who longs for whatever family he has left.

At this point it's up to you to turn it into a kinky incestuous situation or keep it gen, whatever you want, anon! :D

So once Connor's attitude has begun to flow and he starts acting like he genuinely wants to please Haytham, stops sassing him back and grows more respectful, as well as finally allowing his father to see just how vulnerable he is, Haytham also realizes that at some point his affection for Connor has become genuine as well.

Bonus points for slow, tender lovemaking.

More bonus points if Connor somehow finds out that Haytham was lying to him and flips his lid with Haytham desperately trying to convince him that the lie turned to genuine love. Up to anon whether he succeeds or not.

tl;dr: Haytham attempts to manipulate Connor by showing fatherly affection instead of sarcasm and condescention. Connor eventually buys it and becomes very attached to Haytham. Haytham realizes that his affection has become genuine. Connor may or may not find out about Haytham's initial manipulation.

I cannot believe no one has requested this yet. I mean, seriously, this guy really seems to have a thing for choking people (or at least Connor) so how about a fic where he does it because he gets off on it? I don't care about who it's with, whether it's Haytham, Connor, Washington, or someone else (although I would prefer one of the first three), I just want Charles and some erotic asphyxiation. There doesn't even have to be story to go along with it. I just want porn.

(I still can't believe I'm still writing their over-sexed angsty honeymoon ^^; )

It's because over-sexed angsty honeymoons are fun. :D

On the other hand I think I may need some help. I am clearly waaayyyyy too addicted to angst.

Sooooooooooooo awesome!!! I really love this fill. You don't need to rewrite but I want to know if you have different ideas about ending :D

Yessss plz write this it sounds veryyy interesting

OH MAAAN. I totally agree with the lack of Lee asphyxiation stories! SECONDED SO HARD

YES YES YESSSS!! I need this <3333

Oh jesus. Not promising anything, but you are very likely to get a Haytham fill.

So I lied. The idea wouldn’t leave me alone, so I’m writing it immediately.

Also just looked at this fill and realized that, between the two of us, we’re responsible for half the content on this page. Lol.

This will be a one-shot.

For Want of a Wife

Charles wasn’t sure what made the idea first germinate in his head. One moment he was grudgingly admiring the boy’s tenacity at protecting that worthless Washington, and the next, he was considering the boy’s Omega status and a different method of dealing with the boy than he had once planned.

Perhaps it was the growing panic he had felt when he realized that their enemy had decimated all but three of the Inner Circle, and that they were in serious danger of losing to the Assassin unless they could properly neutralize him.

Perhaps it was the helpless frustration he felt when the Assassin had dropped that tomahawk into Hickey’s back. He would be the first to admit that he didn’t particularly care for Thomas Hickey and the man’s abrasive mannerisms, but even he winced when yet another one of his allies was struck down by that same Assassin.

Or perhaps it was Master Kenway spying on the Assassin and Washington and then bemoaning his Omega son’s engagement to the most worthless excuse for an Alpha the world has ever seen.

Charles, who was about to suggest that they consolidate their forces and eliminate the boy immediately, froze.

An Omega.

The Assassin was an Omega.

It was flabbergasting.

They had been beaten by an Omega this whole time?

Johnson and Pitcairn and now Hickey too.

An Omega was responsible? A boy who should’ve been cloistered away for his protection and reared to bear healthy children...

Charles was suddenly glad that Johnson and Pitcairn and Hickey had died before they found out that their killer was an Omega.

They’d never have lived down the shame. Hickey especially would have spent days in drink had he found out that he was bested by the very thing he so loved to fuck.

Charles grimaced in distaste. Even in death, that man was continuously infecting him with his poor manners and reprehensible language.

So the Assassin was an Omega.

And not only that, but Master Kenway’s Omega son.

It explained a great deal.

Those of Master Kenway’s line were special, with unique eyes that could make out who was a friend and who was an enemy. Master Kenway himself made use of this special skill to the benefit of the Templars, and it was no surprise that his son would be able to leverage the ability for the Assassins.

No doubt, that was how the boy had managed to take out three Inner Circle Templars.

Charles stiffened as he realized what a marriage between the Master Assassin and the (undeserving) commander of the continental forces would mean.

The Assassins would gain a strong foothold in the colonies. They could potentially wipe out the Templars like they themselves were almost wiped out many years ago. And with the way the boy seemed to despise them, Charles doubted that he would allow one of them to survive the way they let Davenport go.

Davenport. That was a mistake they should not have made. But who knew that the cripple would find a willing student, in Master Kenway’s son no less? Who knew that he would be the hydra’s head that resurrected that blasted Brotherhood?

And now with a second head poised to wed Washington, they would be more dangerous than ever before.

They would need to be dealt with immediately.

Charles had already planned to eliminate the Assassins after that botched execution, but he would need to hasten his timetable.

He glanced at his mentor next to him, who was still scowling at Washington in disgust.

Poor Master Kenway.

Such a waste for a son of his line to entangle himself with Washington, of all people. What a waste of the unique talents that lie in that blood.

As much as Charles detested the boy’s mother, he wondered if she would have allowed her son this ridiculous liaison had she still been alive. After all, the boy could not be more than 17, if his calculations of when Master Kenway had gotten involved with that Native was correct. And while the child was fast approaching a good marriageable age, his taste was definitely questionable.

Perhaps bad taste of companions ran in Master Kenway’s line. If it did, it got successively worse with each generation. Even the Native was a better choice than Washington.

For Master Kenway to see his son married to a useless Alpha like Washington and use his family’s talents for the Assassins instead of the Templars as was his right...it was a tragedy that Master Kenway should not have to bear.

It hit Charles then.

He blinked as the possibility opened to him.

Marriage, that was the key.

If they could bind the boy to a Templar alpha instead...

He glanced back at the boy now resting against Washington’s chest and grimaced.

They would even be doing the boy somewhat of a favor. He could not know how pathetic the man he loved truly was.

He turned back to his mentor.

“Master Kenway.”

The man looked up from where he was glaring at Washington.

“Yes, Charles?” he lifted one elegant eyebrow.

Charles felt his knees soften. Such remarkable dignity in the face of such travesty...

He licked his lips.

“I have a suggestion as to our...problem.”

He looked meaningfully at the pair they had been watching.

Master Kenway grimaced, but then shrugged.

“We eliminate them so that they can’t cause trouble for the Order.”

Charles shook his head.

“The boy may have some additional value to us.”

Master Kenway looked intrigued at that, looking back to glance at his son and his son’s paramour.

“The boy is an Omega and if we bind him to one of us instead of to Washington...”

Master Kenway stilled. Realization bloomed on his face.

“Charles,” he whispered.

Charles nodded, scarcely daring to breathe.

“You’re brilliant.”

Charles grinned, basking in the unexpected praise.

“I’ll round up Church and Biddle, and then you can decide who your son should—“

“You.”

Charles broke off mid-sentence.

“I-pardon me?”

“Connor will marry you.”

It was not quite what Charles had been expecting.

The boy was half-Native and...

He thought about the last time he saw the boy clearly.

Dressed in rags. Large expressive brown eyes, verging on amber and dripping with hate. Full lips. A lean and well-muscled body. Fine-boned face...

An elegance in walking and hiding just like his father.

A surge of lust ran through him.

Master Kenway’s son.

He would have Master Kenway’s son.

He would take Master Kenway’s son and make him his own.

He would hold Master Kenway’s son down and slide into his tight channel and force the boy to acknowledge that he belonged to him, that Master Kenway’s son belonged to him.

And his son will be Master Kenway’s grandson.

He will have something of Master Kenway’s for the rest of his life.

His trousers tightened, and he was insanely grateful for his long coat.

“We’ll need to find a way to capture the boy without too much of a loss of our forces.” He grimaced at the husky quality of his words. It was unbefitting to show such crass behavior to Master Kenway.

“My men have reported that the boy commands a bedraggled ship. Perhaps Biddle might be a good option in securing him.”

Perhaps. The boy had a distressing ability to surpass all expectations.

“I shall send the orders to Biddle immediately, sir.”

And if that didn’t work, well, Charles was inventive when he was motivated.

And he was very motivated to meet his bride again.

Finis.

random anon here to say YES please haytham!! it'll be hot as hell just having the story start out with Lee choking him omg... and then haytham blushing and struggling and reluctantly getting into it... ohh yess ~//~

And Lee talking dirty to him all the while while the smexy happens..... unff! <33

I've been wanting this for so long pleeeease someone fill

Why has this not been filled yet??? D:

Not OP, but damn, please do continue. The suspense! :'D

OP would be very happy with a Haytham fill. I love Haytham/Charles probably more than any AC3 pairing out there. I just love the idea of Charles doing this with Connor and Washington too, which is why I mentioned them.

I am working on it!

Connor didn't know why he'd gotten himself involved in this nonsense. Here he was, the pitch-black sky speckled with stars, riding through the evergreen forest with a rather loud and annoying man clinging to his back.

"To the left, Connor!" Paul Revere had shouted, as if Connor couldn't hear him. Paul was literally a needle's width away from Connor, yet he still felt the need to vociferate commands in Connor's ears, like that was necessary. Connor stayed quiet in response and unwillingly followed Paul's orders.
Could he not ride his own horse? Did he really require somebody to ride him to his destinations?
Connor silently grumbled to himself. The things he did for those people.

He suddenly felt Paul's fingers prodding his chest. "This way, Connor!" he boomed. Connor felt like throwing the other man off the horse and leaving him to fend for himself. However, he reluctantly followed his command.

After a moment, Connor heard the words, "The other way, Connor, the other way!" being thundered into his ears. Connor swore to himself that by the end of this mission he'd already be more than half deaf. He then abruptly felt a pair of digits grabbing him through his pants. Connor grit his teeth and tried to ignore the feeling. Another hand then silently slithered inside of his shirt. Connor shivered.
This was getting... rather uncomfortable.

"That way, Connor!" Paul roared while tightening his grip. Connor complied. Paul traced invisible patterns onto Connor's chest and dandled with his other hand, still clutching Connor through his breeches. Connor stifled a groan. He was most certainly not enjoying this midnight ride of Paul's.

"To the right, Connor, to the right!" Paul bellowed, shifting his hand from the inside of Connor's shirt to the small of his back. He kept his other hand intact. The foreign limb resting on the small of Connor's back caressed him through the cloth. Connor was just then about to ask Paul to kindly end his fondling, as it was making him uncomfortable, when he suddenly heard Paul inform him that there were Redcoats nearby.

Connor quickly steered the horse away from their demise when Paul suddenly felt compelled to inform Connor that they were going the wrong way, while shifting the hand on the small of his back to a lower area. Connor felt his face and ears heat up. Paul squeezed the back of Connor's breeches roughly. Connor bit his lip to keep himself from producing any sort of sound.

"You're on the right path, Connor!" Paul screamed. Connor kept riding. Paul's hands didn't move at all. Connor shifted a bit uncomfortably. Paul moved the hand on Connor's crotch towards his hair, which he began to canoodle. Connor almost wanted to snarl at the man, he was messing up his hair!
"Keep going!" Paul screeched. He tightly pinched through Connor's breeches again.

OK, no. This was getting too far. Connor attempted to shift his position again. To no avail. Paul was simply too stubborn. Paul, however, noticed how uncomfortable Connor was and decided that it would be best to comfort him. He proceeded to lick the shell of Connor's ear, blowing cool air on the wet trails. Connor nearly fell off the horse. He tried to keep his balance, yet his arms felt like Jell-O.

The couple of hours which Connor had spent assisting Paul felt more like years. Paul simply hadn't kept his hands off Connor throughout the entire ride, and Connor hadn't protested at all. Not that he didn't want to, but Paul kept interrupting him whenever he wanted to. The silence didn't even get the chance to swallow them. By morning, every single colonist in the area was aware that the British were coming.

Connor had then vowed to himself that it would definitely be the last time he'd be riding on the same horse with Paul Revere.

Never again.

// I hope that the OP or whoever else is reading liked it! I am sorry if it's bad, or not what you've expected. I am actually a bit new to this stuff. Nevertheless, I hope it wasn't too bad! - Modernise //

YESYESYEP!!! I was completely shocked when Haytham didn't take advantage of Connor's transparent desire to at least TRY to work it out with him- it would have been the craftier approach aaaand we all know Haytham's a crafty fuck. plus a little sugar would have gone a long way goddamn. THIS NEEDS A FILL HUFF

Seconded! I like the idea of Duncan being quite unsettled by but also a little attracted to Haytham, with all the guilt over his uncle and his religious vows that comes with those feelings. Just imagine him meeting Connor and having no idea what to do when he finds out just who Connor's father is?

...I have too many fills on the go. Otherwise I would be on this like white on rice, believe me.

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Re: Other fills? :D

Re: Achilles-centric

Re: OP

Re: Rare pairing ahoy

Re: Art prompt. TTOKW

Re: King Washington/Haytham

Re: Art prompt. TTOKW

Haytham/Connor or gen, manipulation (repost)

Charles Lee/?, erotic asphyxiation

Re: His Mother's Son 35

OP

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Re: Charles Lee/?, erotic asphyxiation

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Re: Charles Lee/?, erotic asphyxiation

Continuing Fill 4 - For Want of a Wife

Re: Charles Lee/?, erotic asphyxiation

Re: Haytham/Connor or gen, manipulation (repost)

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Re: FILL 1/? British Soldiers/Connor Gangbang

OP

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Re: FILL: The Midnight Ride Fill [1/1]

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