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asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2010-09-13 08:44 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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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.
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Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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Discussion
Re: Size Matters [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 05:20 am (UTC)(link)“Mio Dio, Leonardo!” La Volpe groaned out. It took all his will power to not just thrust down the young artist’s throat and, instead, push him off.
As the cock was forced from his mouth, Leonardo whined, smacking the hands away. “D-don’t!” He panted, out of breath. “I can take it—I want to take it. All of it.”
There was a pause, then amusement entered the elder’s eyes. “I assume you’ve done this before then, hm?”
He shook his head, already trying to go back down for more. “Not like this. Not with one so big…” And that was all that came out of the blonde’s mouth before he sucked the hardening dick past his already swollen lips.
La Volpe didn’t argue, simply leaned back against the work table and watched the artist work. It made everything more real, it seemed. Because the great Da Vinci was kneeling between his legs, forcing inch after inch of his cock to disappear past those sinful lips willingly in a way he had never seen even the best of whores do, in all his years on this earth. It was beautiful, dirty, and had him throwing his head back as moan after moan escaped his lips. Obviously Leonardo was not just talented with his hands.
The artist was determined, as there were still three inches of this beast he couldn’t get his lips around. He wanted to feel it, all of it, heavy on his tongue. He wanted to hum along the base and feel the man above writher for him. Wanted to play with the head and beg for everything this Fox had to offer. Slowly, he forced his jaw to relax, letting it fall and form to the size in his mouth. He relaxed his throat, forcing back the urge to gage as, inch by inch, the cock went further into his mouth. Oh, god, this was heavenly. Bitter and smooth and left the best ache at the joints of his jaw when he moved his tongue to run along the underside of the cock, finding that pulsing vein. He took all that he could until the head hit the back of his throat, cutting off oxygen, and still there had to be some fraction left that he could not taste.
This, however, seemed enough as a loud “Fuck!” gave a second’s warning before hips came forward in a quick, sharp thrust, choking the artist.
He pulled back in a chorus of coughs; spit dripping down his chin as he tried to catch his breath, though it seemed impossible at the moment. There was the choked voice of the assassin standing above him, casting a shadow over his body, that held all the intentions of apologizing. That thought soon fled as Leonardo looked up at the man, his blue eyes dark with lust and want, his mouth hanging open as drool and hot breath came forth.
It was Leonardo’s turn to smile. “Please, you only took me by surprise.” As he corrected his manner, he moved forward once more, mouth panting hot breath onto the head, licking at the slit. “Do not hold back. I wish to remember this in the morning, when I speak to my assistance and my voice cracks. When my throat pains me with every intake of breath, remembering this…” The words cut off as his mouth filled once more.
Sword-calloused hands came down upon the blond’s head, fingers lacing with the locks as La Volpe did not dare deny the artist his wish and, once he knew Leonardo was ready, shoved his hips forward to drive his dick further down the already abused throat. This time not coughing or gagging came, only a low moan that shook him to his very core, tearing another moan from his mouth as he drove forward once more, harder, faster, gripping the blond hair in his fingers for leverage, forcing Leonardo’s stillness, making him feel every inch as it cut off his oxygen and sent his head spinning.
Re: Size Matters [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 07:38 am (UTC)(link)Sec Anon, have to fucking find my bunk first. NNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH...
Re: Size Matters [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 10:14 am (UTC)(link)Re: Size Matters [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-16 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)Another three thrusts came before any relief was met. His eyes came closed and only then did the hands leave his hair and he felt his body being lifted.
“Merda! Leonardo, are you alright?” The voice was distant, but it was coming back now that air was burning its way into his lungs. His head lolled back as he gasped, panting for air and still, he smiled.
Getting to his feet, head finally clearly, Leonardo gripped La Volpe’s shoulders, pulling their bodies together. “F-fine. J-just f-fine. But—AH!” Hips ground into Gilberto’s thigh, hissing as the fabric of his pants rubbed against his ignored erection. The assassin looked down, raising a brow.
“After all that, you are still hard?”
There came no reply in words, only another gasp as Leonardo pressed harder.
La Volpe grinned. “Slut.” There was no more recovery, no more waiting, as La Volpe gripped the front of Leonardo’s shirt, throwing him down face-first onto the work table. He only had enough sense to use his arms to brace his self before the weight of the Fox came down on his back, forcing his arms to give on threat of snapping.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Maestro?” The words came hot in his ear, feeling the breathe sent shivers across his flesh. “Being treated like a common whore…” These words were emphasized by a harsh slap to Leonardo’s covered ass, making him yelp from the dull pain.
“No, signore.” Leonardo gasped out, curling blunt nails against the wood below. “I simply enjoy the feeling of—of humanity…of humility.” Another smack, hard, and Leonardo moaned. “The feeling that I am, after all, simply human…” That hand he couldn’t see then practically ripped his pants down, all the way to his knees, before running nails across the flesh of Leonardo’s lower back, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Another gasp, another moan, and Leonardo thrust his hips forward, grinding his dick onto the rough table below him.
“Slut.”
There was no time to answer this time as two fingers, dry, were shoved all the way into him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, mouth hung open in a silent cry; back arched to the point of almost snapping.
“L-La V-V-Volpe!” His voice cracked from the pain. A smirk pressed against his ear as those fingers snapped back and rammed right back in their place once more. “Oh, god!” Leonardo thrashed, his inner walls clenching around those fingers, trying to push him out and drag him further in at the same time.
A pause came in the brutal assault on his hole, to which Leonardo was left shaking and panting on the table top. Strong hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him over so the wood now bit into his back, even through the thin shirt.
“Am I too rough?” La Volpe was smirking down at him. Even without the hood on, his eyes were dark, powerful, and menacing. “Too much?” The voice was almost mocking. A hand reached out, pressing his palm up against the underside of Leonardo’s cock. It was still hard, leaking precome all over his stomach. “You’re normal partner doesn’t do this, does he?” Leonardo froze. “Never this rough…this hard…” That hand was rubbing up and down his dick, making Leonardo throw back his head and groan. La Volpe knew, he knew of Ezio. Leonardo should stop, should feel dirty, filthy, and shove the other assassin away. But he couldn’t. He could only squeeze his eyes closed. The hand paused.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Leonardo thought about this. He thought of Ezio, for a moment, some distance away, days worth of travel. Then he opened his eyes and saw the man standing over him, saw that huge cock swollen and still glistening in the candle light from Leonardo’s own mouth. His jaw throbbed and ached.
Leonardo shuttered. “I shall not protest.”
Re: Size Matters [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-19 04:39 am (UTC)(link)*cough* I mean...good going, old chap.
Re: Size Matters [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-05 02:58 am (UTC)(link)Honestly, anon, I've never really liked Volpe/Leo before but....FFFFFF. Oh my. ;D
Re: Size Matters [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-07 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)writanon here
(Anonymous) 2011-01-17 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: writanon here
(Anonymous) 2011-01-18 06:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: Size Matters [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 02:22 am (UTC)(link)Leonardo closed his eyes tight and just felt it. Felt the stretch of his inner walls, felt the man above him smirk, the hot breath making the air feel all too warm. Then those fingers bent and crooked inside of him, hitting his prostate enough to send his spine arching off the table, bending in a way he knew anatomically was not appropriate, but right now his body didn’t care because he was all out of oxygen from that moan and his head was swimming in the darkness.
“P-please!” He muttered out, trying to find his voice again. “F-fuck me!” His eyes came open only enough so he could manage groping around to find that monster fill fully erect and waiting. His hand came up, wrapping around it. His fingers didn’t connect on the other side. He groaned, thinking about how that stretch would feel. “I need you, inside me, now.” He panted out, stroking La Volpe’s cock a few times. “Please.”
Those dark eyes were smiling at him and in a second, the older man moved fast enough that he couldn’t see it all with the dark combined with his current lust intoxicated state, but all of a sudden his arms were pinned above his head and that huge cock was pressed at his entrance. “As you wish, Maestro.” No other warning came before La Volpe thrust forward, fully sheathing himself inside Leonardo’s ass.
The artist didn’t have time to struggle. His voice and all air was quickly stolen from him when that dick forced it’s way all the way in to him, leaving him eyes wide and gasping. He could feel it, all of it, in him, stretching his insides to their limits and then some. Never had he felt such a sensation of being filled. The length, the girth, it was going to tear him apart and Leonardo couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Three seconds were given for adjustment before La Volpe pulled out all the way and snapped his hips back, ramming into Leonardo with gusto. Again and again until Leonardo was left withering and squirming with slutty moan after moan leaving his mouth, precome drooling from his own prick, bobbing up and down with the force of the assassin’s thrust. He groaned, throwing his head back and scream when that dick smashed into those nerve endings for the first time, making him see stars over and over again.
“Harder!” His voice was broken and wanton, trying to get in every syllable before the next hip thrust came and the air was pressed out of him once more. “Faster! Just—oh god, your cock is so—ah!” That sentence was never finished as the thought was stolen from him. He only heard a loud chuckle of a reply right before the pounding grew harder, just as he requested. It was intoxicating. There was always a low throb of pain every time that monster cock rammed back into him, but even so it only made the pleasure of the whole thing almost too much to bear. Already the warmth started to pool in his stomach, Leonardo’s climax coming up fast.
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A/N: I suck at writing sex scenes...
Re: Size Matters [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-01 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you for such a fragging sizzling fill, I'm really, really, really loving this so far.
Re: Size Matters [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-11 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Size Matters [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-20 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)Before you even got to the smut, the art-fagging was God-tier.
"It was a life sized marble for a man, some rich patron who wanted the symbol of David to stand in his household in a glory of pearly white, showing everyone both the man’s pride in his city and his own status in it."
This. And how much he hates sculpting, so fucking IC. So much art analysis. I love you.