Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

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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.

≈ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

≈ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

≈ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

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Re: Altaïr is a glutton and anon is trash. Fill 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

He unwrapped it and placed it by Altaïr's side. He knew he shouldn't expect him to eat this as well, but he was so tempted to see him try.

Altaïr unwrapped the cloth and revealed a sticky, sweet cake like pastry, which seemed to be glazed in honey. His stomach said no, but his appetite said yes, and he plucked a slice from the rest. There were only four, anyway. He figured he could be able to eat them all. He bit into it and sighed. He could recognize this taste anywhere; Malik had gone to his favorite food hut in Jerusalem.

He slowly ate the first two pieces and took a moment to compose himself. His stomach protested every bite and each movement. Malik could feel his body heating up and he made himself comfortable, leaning against the pillows next to Altaïr.

"Perhaps you need some help." He purred, placing his hand near Altaïr's navel. He applied light pressure, causing Altaïr to groan slightly, but he did not object. Malik resorted to rub soothing circles into Altaïr's protruding tummy.

Malik could feel the tightness of Altaïr's swelled stomach and couldn't believe that he was able to pack away so much.

The third dessert was finished, and Altaïr melted into the pillows with each soothing rub.

"I take it you are enjoying yourself."

All Altaïr could do was mumble helplessly through a mouth full of pastry. He swallowed the last of the cake and positioned himself so he was lying down slightly.

Altaïr groaned as he felt a cramp well up in his unhappy stomach. He scooted Malik's hand up to where the dull pain was and gestured for him to continue his rubbing.

Malik grinned and danced his fingers across the upper portion of his lover's stomach, causing Altaïr's face to form into a sheepish smile. He moaned contentedly and exhaled deeply.

Malik leaned over and placed a series of kisses across Altaïr's rounded stomach. He sat on his knees and worked his way up Altaïr's bare abdomen, all the while rubbing his hand across Altaïr's belly. He repositioned himself and patted Altaïr's grumbling stomach playfully.

"Somebody seems very full."

"It is not entirely my fault." Altaïr unsuccessfully tried to defend himself. "Your food was just so delicious I could not help myself."

"It is your fault then, for not having any self control." He mused. "This was enough food for two novices." He smiled smugly.

Without warning, Malik leaned over and kissed Altaïr's sugar coated lips. Altaïr moaned and became vicious. He cupped Malik's face with both hands and brought him closer, scooting up carefully so he was in a slight sitting position. His stomach protested the movement with a low rumble, but he paid it no mind. Malik broke away and positioned himself so he was on his knees. He placed his hand on Altaïr's stomach and pressed it against his navel, causing Altaïr to groan softly.

Malik drummed his fingers against Altaïr's stomach and fingered his bellybutton. He plucked at it teasing it and kissed Altaïr again, thrusting his tongue in his mouth. Altaïr closed his eyes and rubbed his hands down Malik’s back. Malik dug his fingers against the side of Altaïr’s stomach and and arched his back. Altaïr closed his eyes and mumbled into Malik’s mouth.

Malik dug his nails into Altaïr’s stomach as Altaïr traced the small of Malik’s lower back with his fingertips. Altaïr moaned heavily and allowed Malik to search his mouth with his tongue. All Altaïr could do was submit to the pleasure of having Malik toy with his belly.

Malik broke away as the kiss got sloppy and sighed heavily. Altaïr smiled yawned. His full stomach began to make him feel incredibly sluggish, and he leaned back into the pillows. Malik grinned and pushed some pillows aside so he could lay next to the assassin.

“Are you planning to sleep out here?” Altaïr mumbled sleepily.

“I do not see why not.” Malik shrugged and pulled a blanket over to cover him and Altaïr.


“Malik,” Altaïr started. Malik looked over at him. “I, uh. Enjoyed it when you…” He trailed off, embarrassed.

“Rubbed your belly?”

“Mm.” Altaïr slunk down further into the pillows.

Malik chucked and placed his hand on Altaïr’s stomach again, caressing it gently. “Like this?”


Altaïr yawned and nodded, slowly closing his eyes. His overfull stomach gurgled quietly and settled, allowing Altaïr to finally be content. He burped softly one last time and exhaled, soon falling asleep with a smile at Malik’s loving touch.

“Goodnight, novice.” Malik snuggled closer to him, and closed his eyes, hoping that they could perhaps do this again sometime. He was sure Altaïr wouldn’t object as well.


>>Hope this was what you were looking for, OP!! Enjoy!!!
((this was so fun to write...))

Re: Altaïr is a glutton and anon is trash. Fill 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

Friend this is OP and im gonna fuckin die i loved this so much.

Thank YOU. I might make some art of this jfc. I dont even know what possessed me to check this again but aah!!