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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-14 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
If you ever need help in modding, just shout out and I will be happy to assist.

Pervy Haytham

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Haytham staring at Connor's butt while he walks and thinking dirty thoughts.

Bonus points if Haytham's fantasies come true


(Anonymous) 2015-01-29 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
So I've seen a couple of bodyswap prompts and it got me thinking. Is Desmond in the Animus at the time and if so, would he have swapped body along with his ancestor or would he still be in his ancestors body with the switched mind? (if that makes sense xD)

If anyone could make fic out of that, I'd be very happy :D

Up to the author what goes but after reading a Leo/Ezio fic that was way too hot for my health, i'd prefer these two ;)

Bonus points if Desmond tells Shaun :D


(Anonymous) 2015-01-29 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
ok so, in a lot of fics ive read, especially teacher aus, there is often the age of consent coming into play. In a lot of them the age of consent is 18.

However, I'm from the UK and the age of consent is 16.

Could we maybe get a Desmond/Shaun fic where:

Desmond is teaching in England and isn't aware of this and is freaked out when a) he's attracted to Shaun and b)Shaun likes him too.

Cue lots of Desmond worrying he's corrupted/molested a minor with Shaun thinking he's being ridiculous and would he please have sex with him already?

You could use other pairings if you wish, but I do have a soft spot for these too ^_^

Re: age op

(Anonymous) 2015-01-29 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
also Desmond doesn't have to be a teacher but definitely the older of the two :)

Assassin Haytham AU

(Anonymous) 2015-05-12 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I always wondered how things would have been if Haytham was an assassin and after the attack on the village, he raises Connor with help from other assassin's, with the outfit that Connor wears being Haytham's old outfit from his younger days.

Connor's Birth

(Anonymous) 2015-05-12 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
This AU is wear Haytham met up with Ziio when she was about 5 months along in her pregnancy with Connor, and Haytham was there for her, and he ends up being there for Connor's birth.

Bonus: Haytham is there by Ziio's side, cause of his own traditions

Haytham Takes the Hit

(Anonymous) 2015-05-12 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I've read a few fics wear Haytham accidentally kills Connor, with a few fan arts for it. I've wondered how it would be if Haytham shows how much that he cares for his son that he takes the hit himself by pushing Connor out of the way, and Connor begs Haytham to open his eyes.

Haytham lives long enough to tell Connor how proud he is & about his journal, then dies
Haytham dies instantly with his son crying about the death of his remaining parent

Bonus: If anyone is good with fan art, than someone could put a fan art of Haytham taking the hit & Connor all upset

FILL ----- Part 14 of ? (Not Original Anon)

(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
(Forgive me. I was a huge fan of this thread when it was new, and recently have been thinking about it. I checked for new contributions, and at seeing none, I felt the need to write. Original Anon, if you return, feel free to ignore my contributions and continue where you left off. I am just so inspired, even years later. Thank you!)

It was abnormal for Washington to take his pet back through the filth and darkness that was essentially a dungeon. Haytham usually walked with the guards, but at his side, Haytham had to crawl. The floor was unfinished, so dirt and pebbles pressed painfully into his knees and hands. Washington would tug on his lead if his pet was not keeping pace. Haytham felt his blood boil, but he continued to precariously crawl, his eyes helping him to avoid jagged pieces of glass from old bottles.
Connor had already been placed in his cell, still handcuffed, sitting on the pallet they called a bed. His face was contorted with disgust before Washington began down the hall, Connor aware something "special" had to be going on if Haytham was not brought back with him earlier. When he listened for the footsteps, he paused. They were different, better, nicer shoes that never walked on this kind of floor, no semblance of stealth in the way the ground snapped. Haytham's slow crawling almost sounded like a person being dragged, and Connor's chest became tighter. His face returned to its state of disgust when the well dressed "King" came into view. "You had best not be stealing from my pet's plate. He may be my toy, but he is worlds beyond an animal like you," Washington started, two guards who had been standing watch opening the lock of their cell for him. Haytham had remained on his knees just out of view of the cell, but Washington soon yanked him forward. Connor's disgust turned to sternness, trying to mask his rage.
"I do not eat his food," Connor said flatly, concerned his responses would make Haytham pay in the end.
"Still such fight in your eyes, almost like this one once was..." He trailed off and began to pet Haytham's head. Haytham gritted his teeth as warmth spread in the wake of Washington's touch. Connor looked away, but Washington grasped his face, and pulled it close, "No, animal. Watch. Watch how you will be one day..." Haytham's gut turned upside down, his eyes blinking over and over to avoid holding them wide in dismay. His son would be next...Haytham had to do something. Haytham mewed at Washington, rubbing his face against the clean, but clammy hand that had caressed him. "What is it? Jealous pet? No need for that, I will show him why you're always my favorite," a grin that sickened the other two pulled gingerly at Washington's pale face.
His pointer painted Haytham's lips, sending chills down his spine he allowed to shake him, wanting to put on a better show. Connor watching was degrading and deplorable, but now...Connor had seen it all, and Haytham would do what he had to in order to prevent the boy from experiencing it too.
It had been easy for Connor to look away whenever his father was forced to shamefully please self-absorbed men. Haytham expected it, though he would always glance from the corner of his eye, to ensure his boy saw as little of his shame as possible.
"No. Watch us," Washington started, "Beast, I am talking to you," he said with more force, a slight echo making his words ring more sickeningly in Haytham's ears. Connor glared downward and then lifted his eyes, despite how much he wanted to close or avert them.
Haytham felt the burn of those soft brown eyes watching his lascivious acts. His breath increased in pace as he continued to carefully lick the throbbing shaft that bulged with need. Grey eyes looked through pained slits at the brown, innocent eyes that were fully taking in his father's skill. Connor stood so tall above Haytham, a small form on his knees. His eyes watched Haytham's tongue, the dark pink circling Washington's tip with increasing speed and pressure.
Connor's own breathing became faster, and not from nerves like Haytham. Though he had no tea to blame, his pants began to grow tight, and he shifted uncomfortably, well aware his endowment would not be easy to hide. Haytham had focused enough on his task to not notice yet, but he felt the burn and tingling over his form to a greater degree than normal. He cursed himself. He dripped in his rags, knowing it was mainly because of how dirty and lowered he felt from his son, his strong, impressive son, watching him.
Washington's fingers knotted themselves in Haytham's messy locks, his fist pushing Haytham down onto his length. Connor took in a breath. Haytham gagged momentarily before bobbing in an experienced rhythm, taking the man to the hilt each time. Connor's eyes followed his lips up and down the shaft, his father's sultry moans making his own cock twitch against its confinement.
"Good boy..." Washington moaned, his hips moving up with need at the knowing mouth that pleasured him. Haytham opened his fogged eyes enough to peer at Connor again, almost wanting the shame of his judgment.
He lost his rhythm when he noticed the incredible boner pointing straight at him through his son's tattered trousers. Washington forced him back into a faster pace, Haytham's hand moving between his own leg to put pressure on his now throbbing cock. He knew better than to play with it without permission, but something in him, something he hated himself for, something that was more than the tea, made him want to play with himself in clear view of Connor. Connor licked his dry lips, trying to keep from moaning himself as he heard his father moan with each bob of his hungry mouth. The man was imagining Connor was in his mouth instead, which was coincidentally what Connor too fantasized as he watched with shameful envy.
Washington was getting closer, Haytham knowingly increasing his speed, his tongue massaging the underside of the mushroom head as he swallowed the dribbling precum. Washington's knees became weak and his hips bucked wildly as his fist pulled Haytham's head down. Shot after shot of bitter cum hit the back of his throat, shooting straight down, his gagging turning Connor on more.
Connor could no longer hide his panting, and with Washington calming down, all three were made fully aware of his arousal. "Turned on? Of course, a beast like you would be. Seeing someone like me, with how powerful I am, it makes you want to bow too, doesn't it?" Haytham cringed. He knew Connor was aroused by watching, yet Haytham was quite confident, and oddly hopeful, that it was his own skill and submission that sent all of Connor's blood south.
"I should increase your rations..." Washington started as he put himself away and moved toward Connor. The native shifted in his chains, Haytham's heart racing as Washington reached for Connor's erection. A deep grunt burst from the boy when it was grabbed, Washington chuckling as he lightly squeezed, "We will need to sustain you for later...Maybe more will be required to break you, like that one." A chill moved down Connor's spine, one of disgust, his muscles shaking with the urge to resist. Haytham crawled over, sitting at Washington's feet, his eyes on the man's hand, the urge to tear it off consuming him.
A single finger traced the shaft, Haytham nearly drooling as he became distracted with a better visual of his boy's hidden bulging shape. Despite his tanned skin, Connor's deep blush was apparent, Washington smirking as he began to exit the cell, petting Haytham on his way out. The guards that had waited to the side and out of direct view left behind Washington after securing the cell, their footsteps soon out of earshot.

Captured and Bound

(Anonymous) 2017-07-25 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
The Assassin Brotherhood had let their guard down after Achilles' untimely death when the Templars attacked. Although the Homestead residents are spared, the Assassins are rounded up to be tried and executed. They grudgingly accept their fate, even when Haytham offers to spare them in exchange that they switch allegiances in order to replace the Templar militant forces that have been lost in the war with the Assassins.

While imprisoned, the recruits are brutally beaten in front of Connor who is forced to watch. Picture Connor being restrained tightly in a chair while being forced to watch one of his recruits after another being beaten by Templar mercenaries with Lee and Hickey present and accusing Connor of being a failure as a mentor to allow his apprentices suffer. He's brought before the Grand Master again, and begs for his friends to spared. Haytham agrees to let them live, only if Connor becomes his slave.

When Connor commits himself to being a slave, he has no idea what is in store for him as he's brought to Haytham's bedroom: bound, blindfolded, and gagged. Imagine Haytham has wanted to fuck and discipline his unruly son for sometime; and over the course of a few weeks, has his way with Connor and fulfilling every dark fantasy he's ever had for the Assassin. At first he hates his new position and his father, but as time passes, Connor begins to enjoy being a slave.

Bonus: William Johnson isn't dead and Connor confides in him like a friend. How? When? Where? is up to the Anon.