asscreedkinkmeme ([personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2013-05-13 07:24 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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≈ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

≈ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

≈ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

≈ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

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≈ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

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Fill: Hound of War 1/2, tw: bondage, submission, axphixiation

(Anonymous) 2013-10-06 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Subduing him was easy.

He'd been so weak, so underprepared. A jab to the freshly healed wound in his gut, a good tranquillising dart, and the Assassin was unconscious at his feet like a puppy knackered out from a long day's worth of play. Charles crouched, laid a hand to the Assassin's throat, observed the delicate and human fluttering of his jugular, the strong lines of his collarbones. It was obvious, in retrospect, that this man was Haytham's child.

The promise from the woods still echoed in Charles' mind, a day that should have gone differently. If only Haytham had succeeded in converting the boy to the Templar cause. If only. But what was done was done and they had no way of taking back the past.

It was a shame.

Spado demanded his attention at that point, nuzzling in next to his master. Charles let the dog sniff the Assassin, paw him, and timidly lick the warpaint streaked down the man's face before he pulled his favourite away, afraid that something might happen to his beloved Spado.

That's when the perfect punishment began to form in Charles' mind.

"Cuff him, take him to my residence and secure him in the Rose Room. Use the heaviest chain and keep his hands bound," ordered Charles. "I will be along presently. This is a funeral after all."

***

The chains clinked and jingled as the Assassin groggily came to on a square of English carpet Charles had brought with him to the colonies. One of his Pomeranians had curled up to sleep on the Assassin's broad chest, short claws leaving marks on his skin. Charles observed him and felt nothing but rage.

The Assassin managed to stay awake for five minutes, although Charles doubted his prisoner knew where he was. The dog which had been sleeping on Connor hopped off for a more comfortable roost. Clearly the tranquilliser had worked better than Charles could have hoped, his new pet unable to move far, limbs heavy and a confused murmuring completing the picture. It gave Charles time for the collar to be properly fitted.

He wanted the Assassin to be awake for this. He wanted the Assassin to feel the burn of humiliation and forced submission as he knelt at his Master's feet. To repent. To ache. To devote.

The first awakening was over in a matter of moments. It was nothing special.

The second had his pet lunge and snap and snarl, displaying his vicious nature and brutal power, trying to pull the bolts from the wall, coughing as he choked himself on the slip chain Charles used to train his dogs in obedience. It took five guards to hold the war hound, one for each limb and the last to steady his head, to place the custom collar on his neck and slide the pin into it's thread. His war hound had tried to bite him. But that was what muzzles were for.

Charles locked the black collar onto the Assassin and inspected his new pet, the chained man quivering with power and energy contained, their rage boiling between them waiting to froth and spit and scald out each other's eyes.

"You're a good boy," cooed Charles, leaning back to watch his pet growl.

(Anonymous) 2013-10-06 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
omg

(Anonymous) 2013-10-07 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Was that a good omg or a bad omg?

op here

(Anonymous) 2013-10-07 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
the best of all possible omgs

you may safely assume that my chin is tucked firmly into the cradle of my hands as i eagerly await part 2

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Re: op here

(Anonymous) 2013-10-07 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
Was there anything else you'd like to see? I can get very brutal (see: Grief's Madness).

Re: op here

(Anonymous) 2013-10-07 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
oh gosh, that was you? ('scuse me while i glue my chin to my hands) I can't think of anything (though I'm loving the "war hound" bit), so you just go on with your awesome self :D

Re: op here

(Anonymous) 2013-10-07 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Aww, you're a sweetheart <3 I'll do my best with the next part!

Fill: Hound of War 2/3, tw: bondage, submission, axphixiation

(Anonymous) 2013-10-07 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
This wasn't sexual.

At least, he hoped it wasn't sexual.

Everything from his waist up had been stripped off. While he was not ashamed of his body, it made him feel horribly exposed. Vulnerable.

Especially with the way Lee was looking at him. The man was leaning back, observing Ratonhnhaké:ton carefully, one leg swung over the other. There were dogs everywhere - not big ones, like he'd expected, but small fluffy things that were unexpectedly vicious. The black one was particularly ridiculous, it's fur shaved into a ruff, but something about it made Ratonhnhaké:ton wary. It was content being petted but there was a glint in it's beady onyx eyes that said otherwise.

He growled, unable to move his mouth around the muzzle to form words.

"That is quite enough," chided Lee, nudging Ratonhnhaké:ton with his foot.

Ratonhnhaké:ton grabbed it, trying to pull Lee off the seat, but it was too far away to clutch at anything larger than Lee's toes and they slipped before he could grip them. The slip chain was pulled cruelly, sparks pushing at the edges of Ratonhnhaké:ton's vision before it was released, and he struggled to breathe, sucking in air through his nose as fast as he could.

"I should have you castrated," mused Lee. "But that might take away your fire."

Ratonhnhaké:ton snapped his thighs together. There was no conceivable manner wherein he'd let Lee get that close. Yet Lee had the advantage - men, power, and a wicked disposition to violence.

His enemy noticed the movement with a slow smirk that stretched across his face. It quickly vanished as a rising temper stroked Lee's heart and mind.

"Can you even comprehend what you have done?" demanded Lee.

When Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't reply, Lee hissed, leaning forward to hook his fingers under Ratonhnhaké:ton's collar. They were cold, nails sharp enough to feel dangerous against the flesh of Ratonhnhaké:ton's throat - a fact which he now paid special attention to as they lightly scraped at the skin.

"You have doomed us."

In a fit of anger, Ratonhnhaké:ton jerked back to pull Charles down with him. The Templars were the ones that had doomed them. They had done nothing but regiment things that hadn't needed to be regimented, to destroy the lives of others for their own pursuits.

Lee fell on top of him; the dog that that had been on his lap had jumped and escaped from the brawl safely. Pain shot through his jaw as the muzzle was forced into his skin by the powerful blow Lee had dealt. Hands clasped his throat, above the collar, and began to crush his windpipes.

The world narrowed to the twisted, snarling face above Ratonhnhaké:ton, unaffected by the hands that sought to push him off. He tried to shake the Templar away, rolling and shoving at his chest. Strong thighs clenched at Ratonhnhaké:ton's hips, powerful from years of riding and work.

"That was a foolish thing to do. Then again, you have always been one for foolishness and impossible dreams," snapped Lee.

Pinned and fading, Ratonhnhaké:ton felt like he was four years old again. His chains rattled, pulled taut as he shoved again and again, when finally he was released, Lee standing over him like a pillar of sinew and fury. Even in the forest Ratonhnhaké:ton had not seen those eyes so bright with anger.

In his life, he'd seen a lot of men close to their breaking point and a good few more beyond that point but to stare up at Lee, Ratonhnhaké:ton understood the meaning of vitriolic passion. Lee had been transformed from one of his overeager puppies to a thirsty creature of vengeful wrath.

The experience left Ratonhnhaké:ton dazed, unable to comprehend Lee's hands unclipping his boots and belt, throwing them to the side before he worked on the buttons of the blue breeches underneath.

"I had been hoping you would behave," said Lee. "Clearly that is beyond your limited capability. I should have expected it, really, since you were bred and trained for war."

Dimly the motions of Lee's hands clicked and the haze of being strangled cleared from his head.

He keened and smashed his leg into Lee's gut. The response was another blow, the hand then coming to pull on the collar's buckle to tighten it.

"For the sake of the maids I was going to leave you covered, but you have not earnt that privilege."

Without a care for their continued use, Lee ripped the breeches off, leaving Ratonhnhaké:ton completely bare. He sat back, breathing heavily from the fight, and ran a hand through the remains of Ratonhnhaké:ton's glossy locks.

"Behave, war hound, and you will be humiliated, chained, but exercised and fed and clothed. Misbehave, and I have no qualms about throwing you into a bear cage," Lee threatened.

The hand in his hair was at odds with the words Lee was spilling. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to swat at him yet found his arms yanked and pinned above him.

"Do not devalue yourself. Studs always fetch a good price."

Lee released him, disappearing with his horde of fluffy dogs, leaving Ratonhnhaké:ton sprawled on the ground until Lee had a desire to prod at his new pet once more.

Ratonhnhaké:ton closed his eyes.

This wasn't sexual.

It was much, much worse.

op again

(Anonymous) 2013-10-08 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
anon you are my favorite uwu this is awesome

Re: op again

(Anonymous) 2013-10-08 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
^///^ No you! I am so glad you like it.

Re: Fill: Hound of War 2/3, tw: bondage, submission, axphixiation

(Anonymous) 2013-10-13 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
wOW. Such a refreshing angle to take!

Re: Fill: Hound of War 2/3, tw: bondage, submission, axphixiation

(Anonymous) 2013-10-28 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
i just found this image after rereading these two parts and it made me really happy:

http://25.media.tumblr.com/3da6bacab2242d96b38a6b4a0fb8caae/tumblr_mq8r1g5S4r1s3inuvo2_r1_400.jpg