Fill for this prompt: http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1795.html?thread=8747779#cmt8747779
Since AC3 just came out, author may like to write about Connor, but any of the assassins (and I mean literally any assassin in the series - including Malik, Rauf, La Volpe, etc) with wings will float my boat.
Bonus points for: a painful transitions - Learning how to fly - trying hto keep them hidden - and partners being facainated by them
The prompt was already filled, but it inspired me so much that I had to do my own. I got lazy with the starting smut, but eh. Title is from Farewell, Stars by Message to Bears. This is my first AC kmeme/serious fic fill, so be gentle on the hate
First scene inspired by: http://nogoodturkey.tumblr.com/post/38400514621/i-dont-know-why-but-lately-ive-just-been
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The only thing that can block out the pain are the dreams about Lucy. Desmond wishes she were there right now, wiping the sweat from his face, and not just a phantom in his mind. Although the drugs numb him into a deep sleep, it all feels so real: his tongue against her entrance, her moans and pleading for more, just a little more, and the touch of her hot skin against his own. His groans of pleasure could be heard in the world outside his dreams, but were always mistaken for that of pain.
"Des-Desmond!" Lucy whimpered, her voice to real once again for this time to be a dream. She sat on top of the original Animus in Abstergo, her shirt ripped open to reveal slightly larger than normal breasts and her legs filled with his head as she was eaten out by him. "Please, Desmond! Give me more!"
His tongue easily found her clitoris, swirling it in his mouth, a shriek ripping from Lucy's throat before she was able to clamp one hand over her mouth, to which Desmond chuckled. The vibrations made her shudder and she leaned over him, grabbing his hair with her free hand and coercing him to go faster.
As he complied, Lucy finally tumbled over the edge and came inside his mouth, whispering something. Desmond pulled away to look at her- he could never get enough of that beautiful face- when she spoke again, words filled with sadness.
"Wake up, Desmond," came Rebecca's voice.
***
With a scream, Desmond awoke to find himself in pain. When it had begun, it'd been torture, radiating in all of his bones, as if they were shaping themselves into something new. Now, he was left with a pounding migraine and foreign lumps in his back, just along his shoulder blades.
The bed was covered in his own dried blood, the once beautiful sheets that covered him destroyed. Thought the room was dark, the bartender squinted his eyes to study where he was being held. To his left was medical equipment, quietly measuring his heart beat and other things. On his right were... toys. His toys from his childhood, to be exact.
He was in the fucking Farm, he realized a split second after. Those fuckers had somehow brought him back to the Farm.
The door flew open at that exact moment, light flooding into the room. Desmond covered his eyes weakly with his arm, barely able to keep it up. Silhouettes filed inside, wearing radiation suits and surgical scrubs. Everyone in the compound, including him, had been taught how to perform amateur surgery, although some went on to become real doctors (at least, inside the Farm).
A hand took his arm and stuck a needle inside it, causing him to hiss in pain. The needle withdrew and more hands rolled him over. He was too weak to protest as the strangers began to probe at the lumps in his back.
It was only when the lumps began moving against his bones, wriggling against his skin, did Desmond scream.
"Jesus!" a voice whispered in the silence, before pressing a blade to the bulging skin and cutting it open. Desmond screamed again and began thrashing as blood began to quickly gush out, followed by the lumps moving on his bones.
The hands tried to stifle the wound, but something tore past his skin which made the hands give up their hold, instead opting to hold the shrieking man down to lessen the damage. It took several minutes of unimaginable pain for Desmond to fall back into oblivion and the arms of his Lucy.
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http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1795.html?thread=8747779#cmt8747779
Since AC3 just came out, author may like to write about Connor, but any of the assassins (and I mean literally any assassin in the series - including Malik, Rauf, La Volpe, etc) with wings will float my boat.
Bonus points for: a painful transitions
- Learning how to fly
- trying hto keep them hidden
- and partners being facainated by them
The prompt was already filled, but it inspired me so much that I had to do my own. I got lazy with the starting smut, but eh. Title is from Farewell, Stars by Message to Bears. This is my first AC kmeme/serious fic fill, so be gentle on the hate
First scene inspired by:
http://nogoodturkey.tumblr.com/post/38400514621/i-dont-know-why-but-lately-ive-just-been
----
The only thing that can block out the pain are the dreams about Lucy. Desmond wishes she were there right now, wiping the sweat from his face, and not just a phantom in his mind. Although the drugs numb him into a deep sleep, it all feels so real: his tongue against her entrance, her moans and pleading for more, just a little more, and the touch of her hot skin against his own. His groans of pleasure could be heard in the world outside his dreams, but were always mistaken for that of pain.
"Des-Desmond!" Lucy whimpered, her voice to real once again for this time to be a dream. She sat on top of the original Animus in Abstergo, her shirt ripped open to reveal slightly larger than normal breasts and her legs filled with his head as she was eaten out by him. "Please, Desmond! Give me more!"
His tongue easily found her clitoris, swirling it in his mouth, a shriek ripping from Lucy's throat before she was able to clamp one hand over her mouth, to which Desmond chuckled. The vibrations made her shudder and she leaned over him, grabbing his hair with her free hand and coercing him to go faster.
As he complied, Lucy finally tumbled over the edge and came inside his mouth, whispering something. Desmond pulled away to look at her- he could never get enough of that beautiful face- when she spoke again, words filled with sadness.
"Wake up, Desmond," came Rebecca's voice.
***
With a scream, Desmond awoke to find himself in pain. When it had begun, it'd been torture, radiating in all of his bones, as if they were shaping themselves into something new. Now, he was left with a pounding migraine and foreign lumps in his back, just along his shoulder blades.
The bed was covered in his own dried blood, the once beautiful sheets that covered him destroyed. Thought the room was dark, the bartender squinted his eyes to study where he was being held. To his left was medical equipment, quietly measuring his heart beat and other things. On his right were... toys. His toys from his childhood, to be exact.
He was in the fucking Farm, he realized a split second after. Those fuckers had somehow brought him back to the Farm.
The door flew open at that exact moment, light flooding into the room. Desmond covered his eyes weakly with his arm, barely able to keep it up. Silhouettes filed inside, wearing radiation suits and surgical scrubs. Everyone in the compound, including him, had been taught how to perform amateur surgery, although some went on to become real doctors (at least, inside the Farm).
A hand took his arm and stuck a needle inside it, causing him to hiss in pain. The needle withdrew and more hands rolled him over. He was too weak to protest as the strangers began to probe at the lumps in his back.
It was only when the lumps began moving against his bones, wriggling against his skin, did Desmond scream.
"Jesus!" a voice whispered in the silence, before pressing a blade to the bulging skin and cutting it open. Desmond screamed again and began thrashing as blood began to quickly gush out, followed by the lumps moving on his bones.
The hands tried to stifle the wound, but something tore past his skin which made the hands give up their hold, instead opting to hold the shrieking man down to lessen the damage. It took several minutes of unimaginable pain for Desmond to fall back into oblivion and the arms of his Lucy.