Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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William/Desmond Smut!!!

[(Anonymous)]

William/Desmond Daddycest!

Desmond realizes that all the men he slept with after leaving the farm were a lot like his dad.

Re: William/Desmond Smut!!!

[(Anonymous)]

maybe this is just the part of me that likes haythamconnor at the mo, but this... yes... this.

Re: William/Desmond Smut!!!

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, please~ I'm shameful and I want this so bad!!!

Father Mine 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

It had been disconcerting to say the least. Even now, it was hard to believe. But Desmond had learned to adapt to many hard-to-believe scenarios in the last few years of his life, and by god, he'd adapt to this too.

Even if it meant admitting the shameful secret that he hadn't even considered up until then.

It was no secret that he'd shared his body with more than a few men and women during his days at the Bad Weather bar after leaving the Farm. No one could fault him there - even his father had said he would have given into temptation after a while. What was shameful about it was the men Desmond had allowed to take him (and taken in turn) had all in some way looked like his father. At the time he hadn't seen it - too blinded by his own newfound lust for freedom to really see anything. But after living in this hell for about five years, he'd seen reality for what it was. And the reality was that he was, however unconsciously, lusting after his father.

Weird didn't even begin to describe it.

Part of him was creeped out. Desmond thought that part of him might very well be the lonely little boy that had grown up just wanting to know his father was proud. It was the son that never really got to be a son. It was also the normal side of him.

The rest of him however, saw William and went 'must tap that'. Desmond would be the first to admit that he and his father had never really had what one would call a working relationship. Oh sure, they'd had touching moments and bonding experiences, but not the way most people did. Every good came with a side of bad so severe it usually covered months instead of days. Every word of praise was buried beneath years worth of disappointment and frustration. They bickered back and forth, William wanting one thing, Desmond another. It wasn't how a family was supposed to act. It wasn't how a FATHER was supposed to act.

Desmond had never actually been a decent son anyway.

For a while after the realization, Desmond tried to avoid his father. He needed time to get his thoughts straight, to figure out what he was going to do because god knew the moment he was in the Animus and heard his father's voice he was going to be hard. Especially if he used that not quite angry, not quite sad tone that bordered on husky. Dear god, that tone alone could bring anyone to their knees. William didn't know his secret, and he didn't need to. So Desmond went for the avoidance tactic.

Except he'd never been a good liar, which meant his plan was pretty much shit when William cornered him and demanded to know what the fuck was going on. Desmond had tried to backstep, tried to put distance between them, but William had persisted, pinning him in the corner both literally and figuratively, and broken his defenses down like they were nothing.

What happened next came as a shock to them both.

In one final desperate bid to get rid of whatever he was feeling, Desmond had kissed his father. Not in a paternal way, either. He had put all his knowledge into that kiss, knowing that it would probably be the last thing he'd get from his father.

He had never expected to be kissed back. But that was what had happened. One minute Desmond had been dreading his life, and the next William had a tight grasp on his hair and was angling his head back for a deeper Kiss. When their tongues had brushed one another, Desmond had stopped any idea of fighting back. William had persisted, and Desmond had yielded. Things got a little blurry after that, sensations a little dull save for the hot branding press of his father against his back, hands gripping where they were most certainly not supposed to be while a tongue touched and tasted. The explosion of heat had rocked both of them down to their core, the combination of knowing his father was inside of him and the sensation of his seed driving Desmond over the edge.

In the morning, William was still there. Desmond had thought that things would be awkward, that William would pass it off as madness coming over him. But nothing of the sort happened. They showered together, enjoying a second round of wonderful sex before being forced to go their separate ways. For once, Desmond was thrilled there was no camera anywhere in his room or the bathroom. Because anyone who saw that would think both of them had gone mad.

Desmond had never counted himself as a sex-driven man, but he had to admit, things were quickly beginning to tip that way - especially with the little fantasies William kept coming up with. After that first night, they'd both discussed it, and had decided just as easily that neither of them had ever fit into the role of parent/child that they should have. It was easier to dismiss it altogether than try to keep the charade up.

"Desmond."

The brunette jerked at the sound of Shaun's voice. He realized he'd been standing in front of the Animus, lost in his thoughts again. He tried to ignore the little snickering sound William made.

"Will you get in the Animus already, idiot? God, no respect for the hard working people around here, I swear..."

Desmond ignored the brit's voice and tried to push down the rising imagines in his mind. For one moment, he thought about telling Shaun why he was hesitant to get in the Animus, then decided against it. It was a private fantasy after all...

...besides, Rebecca was liable to take Baby away if she knew Desmond planned to ride William on it later.

Not OP

[(Anonymous)]

That was awesome anon, thanks for filling it. Good job!

Re: Father Mine 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

OP here! I haven't kept up on the kinkmeme and only just saw the fill.

Love it! Thank you so much!!! <3

Re: Father Mine 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Not OP either, but I just wanted you to know that this was both glorious and delicious to read. Perfect characterization. The first few scenes I could almost imagine seeing in the actual game.