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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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Altair/Lucy. Clever use of haystacks and/or those things you hide in atop buildings. ♥

Desmond/Lucy, sex on the animus! Desmond can be using the animus or not. >:3

Ezio/Leonardo. Rosa is flirting with Leonardo and Ezio gets jealous.

Ezio/Altair or Altair/Ezio, whatever tickles your fancy.

Have Ezio tease Altair on how he can't swim and doesn't have cool inventions to help him. But Altair teaches Ezio a (sexy) lesson he'll never forget. ♥

Older Ezio/Younger Ezio! ♥

They say with age comes much wisdom...
Well maybe the older one can show the younger that he has learned much more valuable "experience"
in certain activities, rather than just assassinations alone.

Abstergo's animus or "baby"?

Lorenzo x Giovanni
Not necessarily in that order
please?

Leonardo/Ezio

For someone seemingly so nice, Leonardo has a dirty mouth between the sheets.

Altair/Ezio/Desmond
in that order
any kink you want

This is terrible, but I hate seeing a kink meme without a single response! Come on people! You gotta fic as well as request!

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Ezio would not have thought when they started this that his friend would be quite so… accomplished. But he does not know anyone who would look at Leonardo da Vinci and not see a slightly flighty if endearing fellow with a quick smile and a warm laugh, so perhaps he is not to blame if he was taken unawares. It was not he who kissed Leonardo first, although he returns his kisses with as much enthusiasm as he can muster. And it was not he who soothed over his protests and deftly stripped him of his garments, although Ezio is of the mind that he can only encourage Leonardo's hands upon his bare skin now, wandering with seeming abandon into the places that make Ezio shiver and shudder in delight.

No, he certainly had not thought to find the man so well versed in such past times, and yet he is pleasantly surprised, so much so in fact that he forgets himself a little. His hands knot in Leonardo's hair, his mouth chasing for Leonardo's kiss; his thighs grip Leonardo's hips. And all the while, Leonardo is quiet; the only sounds he makes are those of pleasure, the panting of his breath. It is not right, and Ezio forgets himself enough that words spring forth with no further thought.

"Do not…" he gasps, and then clutches at Leonardo when he goes to move. As if Ezio would want him to stop at this point. "No! I mean - Oh, Holy Mother of God – speak to me…"

"Speak?" Leonardo repeats, and even breathless, he sounds amused. "What would you like me to speak of, my darling?"

Ezio has long since learned to accept Leonardo will use what endearments he will. He's long since learned that he likes them. "Anything!" he groans, pushing his hips insistently into Leonardo's. "Normally, you would not… even need to ask."

"Ah, then," Leonardo breathes, still amused, and settles back down to press another heady kiss to Ezio's open mouth. "I think I shall talk of my drawing table. Did you know, Ezio, that as I work there of a day, I think about you? I think about its height, and its dimensions, about how sturdy it is, how smooth and cool to the touch and I think about fucking you on it. I think about taking you on it like an animal, from behind, holding you down upon it and pushing into your beautiful body and I cannot work a moment longer. I am utterly consumed with passion for you. It is not a wonder, eh? That I sometimes get very little done? When in that moment all that inspires me is the sight of your thighs parted for me, the unrestrained sound of your voice, moaning your desire."

"Oh, God," Ezio swears raggedly, his entire body clenching in response, and he can see it, can picture it clearly, feels feverish with the wanting of it. Wanting is too weak a word. "Leonardo."

"Sometimes," Leonardo continues, and there seems no amusement in his tone now as he presses a kiss to Ezio's collar bone. "Sometimes I imagine kneeling behind you, and using my tongue. I lick at this place until you are babbling, utterly insensible from the feeling, until my tongue is numb and all I can taste is you."

Ezio shudders, gasping, and there is no doubt concerning the place of which Leonardo speaks, because his hand has travelled between them and his fingers are sliding into Ezio's body and to have his tongue there… oh, oh god. "Please," he whispers, shaking and spreading himself open at the same time, and he is asking for that and everything. "Please."

"And when you are wet," Leonardo tells him lowly, a little roughly as Ezio has never heard him sound before, and his fingers push and slide and stretch until Ezio is near mad from it. "When you are wet and open from it, I will draw you back to my chair and ease you down. I want to watch as my cock slides into you. I want to watch as you ride me, like that, leaned over, steadying yourself on my work table while I watch my cock in you. I think I could be so engaged for hours, until you are raw and red and begging me. Oh, Ezio. Ezio."

Leonardo's kiss is desperate then, a little rough and senseless and Ezio moans into it and clutches Leonardo to him and he cannot breathe and he can only... He wants... "Oh, god. Oh, god, Leonardo. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, you must…"

"Ezio," Leonardo grates, and his fingers drag out of Ezio's body and then his cockhead is pushing back in and Ezio takes him, throws back his head and groans and pulls him to and Leonardo is fully seated inside him, and then dragging back out again and thrusting into him, then again, then again; a harsh hard burn, a desperate, brutal rhythm and Ezio wraps his legs around the man and pushes back, harder, until he is grunting on every thrust, air punching out of him and Leonardo's breath pants ragged above him and he is so close, there, almost there.

"Leo! Leo! Ah! Please!"

Leonardo's hand around his leaking cock is like a revelation and damnation together, and Ezio is swept up into it, thrusting once, and then again and then the pleasure explodes behind his eyes and it is perfect, divine, robbing him of all sense but the weight of Leonardo on him, the sharp thrust of his hips, the shudder in his shoulders and his voice uttering Ezio's name like a prayer, no longer talking but saying everything that Ezio might ever desire to hear.

This is... amazing. I am not the anon who requested this but I am so glad you filled it. I think I love you.

Old AC kinkmeme died before it started so I'm copypasting my request from the old one.

After AC2 Ezio's life is ruined. He is completely lost and confused, and can no longer find meaning in the most simplistic of actions. All that's left to drive him is Desmond. It's become an unhealthy obsession.

The rest is up to the kind anon who fills this out.

I am dying to see this happen. Bonus points will be awarded if someone can turn this into an awkward sex scene where Ezio does something kinky while addressing Desmond.

Not the requester, but damn, that's hot.

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Malik/Altair

First time, Malik finds out that the best assassin likes to bottom.

I'm not a very good writer, but it pains me to see this meme so lifeless. So I'll give this a shot!

Having miscalculated a jump, Altair found himself pulled back down to the earth by that unseen force that he tried so valiantly to defy time and again, and it was as he was falling that he realized what he was to land on, or in. Water. He couldn't swim, and there was no telling how deep it was from here. He noted that there were people milling about nearby and surmised that he probably could yell for help, but he was too proud for that.

With a splash, the cool liquid enveloped him, soaking his robes, dragging him down with its volume. It was deep. He cursed mentally, thrashing about in an attempt to keep his head above it. Some water had managed to get into his lungs already, causing him to cough as he flailed and that is when he noticed someone jumping into the canal towards him. The stranger wrapped his arms around Altair and, thankfully, opted to save him in a fairly secluded place. It was a small grotto in what seemed to be an untraveled area of the city they were in.

Altair's lungs violently rejected the water that he'd managed to breathe in as he coughed, on his hands and knees. From his narrowed peripheral vision, he could just see his savior's boots, and when he was finished expelling what had gotten where it shouldn't have, he looked up and was surprised to see what... appeared to be another assassin. Well, the hood was akin to his, but the outfit he wore... was far flashier. An uneasy silence extended until the stranger finally spoke.

"I believe it is customary for one to thank someone who has just saved their life." He said, his tone sounding quite amused. He lowered his hood and flashed Altair a grin.

"Thank you." the elder assassin muttered, not liking that he was feeling rather pathetic. Water, his Achilles heel.

"That's a little better." The man offered Altair his hand to help him up. "I am Ezio. Ezio Auditore. I can see you are an assassin like me, what is your name?"

Altair regarded Ezio with a skeptical look, but considering that he had just saved him, it seemed only just. "Altair." He said tacitly. "I must get back to my mission." He started to turn, but Ezio grabbed his wrist, mindful of the hidden blade he knew was on his person.

"If you are going to be taking missions in Venezia, then perhaps you should learn to swim, old man." He teased, "I can teach you..."

"There is no time for folly." Altair replied, wrenching his hand from Ezio's grasp. "And I know a great deal more about the world than you do, child."

"There may not be time for folly, but there is also no room for failure if your missions are anything like mine. Are you so proud that you cannot let me-"

"I made a miscalculation, a simple mistake. To err is human, and alas I am not above that- I know this- but do not test me, Ezio. I do not have time for this chat, and I do not have time to learn trivial things such as swimming."

"It is not really so trivial when not knowing it nearly robbed you of your life." The younger man pointed out. "Besides, it is not so hard... or is it perhaps that you are afraid?" laughter gleamed in his eyes as he suggested this to the older assassin. Altair frowned.

"I have stared death in the face countless times! Why would I be afraid of-"

"Well, if you are not afraid then you should learn how to swim."

Altair had had enough of this. He moved with lightning speed, pinning Ezio to the grotto wall, "We all have our flaws, and it appears that in exchange for a swimming lesson or two, I shall have to impart on you the virtue of stilling your tongue when you are speaking to your elder." He hissed, face mere inches from Ezio's, lips curled in a snarl. His amber eyes locked with the younger assassin's, noting the look in them- fiery and persistent- he had good eyes. The snarl contorted into a smirk as his lesson plan dawn on him.

He closed the distance between them, locking lips with the Italian roughly, keeping his arms pinned down. It was at this instant that he acknowledged he hadn't seen this sort of action in far too long...

Ezio had been caught off guard by the sudden action, Altair's lips crushed against his. His eyes widened, and he could feel the elder's tongue probing, demanding entry and he willingly gave it, pressing back against the other man as a small moan tore itself from his throat. Altair pulled back and said, "If you will not still your tongue, then I shall do it for you."

Malik/Altair or Altair/Malik.

Altair gets into trouble in Jerusalem and Malik comes to the rescue, either willingly or reluctantly. You get ten bajillion bonus points if you can work some sex in there at whatever location you wish.

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH LEOXEZIO IN THE WORLD.

Thankfully, the little that does exist is very very sexy. B,D I salute you skilled anon!

Quick question about the circumstances!

Does it matter when in the game this takes place, how old they are, or if it's both their first time?

"Altair"xShaun

The bleeding effect is taking a dangerous toll on Subject 17 and when Shaun pushes Desmond too far, sexy things happen.

Bonus points if "Altair" calls Shaun Malik!

Question: Would you like it as Desmond is coming out of the Animus or some time other than that?

W-wait. Lemme see if I get this right.

Ezio is still in the past, but addressing Desmond in the future like that alien chick did, right? And Desmond is in the animus watching this memory?

Speaking of bleeding effect like the person above, I would like to request Desmond/Malik with Desmond in the present thinking of Malik as Altair would. Possibly while having a moment in private with his hand and imagination/memories. ;)

Animus 2.0 can be involved or not, it's up to the writer Anon.

Hell, they can even be doing it on the damned thing if it pushes your buttons. Good luck!

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