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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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Discussion
Master returns
(Anonymous) 2011-02-06 05:40 am (UTC)(link)Basicly, i have this strange want for SnM shaun/des
I want it to be like 3 years before the abstergo thing shaun and des met and one became the others live in sex slave (its up to the anon who is who) and all of a sudden shaun disappears effectively ending the relationship only for them to be reunited later with the ezio thing.
Bonus points if master is all "*smirk haha hello bitch >:3" and slave is all " O//////[]///////O *blush blush shy shy*"
Bonus bonus bonus mega bonus points if during an animus session the master says something (a phrase that seems normal but actually cals back to one of their kinkier adventures) and it causes the slave ot fuck up so bad desmond get de-synked :P
Re: Master returns
(Anonymous) 2011-02-06 06:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: Master returns
(Anonymous) 2011-02-06 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)I was watching porn a few days ago and the D had glasses and hair that were nearly identical to Shaun's and omg so much leather and the thought has been haunting me ever since. I had to squint so the sub looked a little like Desmond. /creepy porno fangirl moment.
Basically, you are brilliant and somebody needs to get on this.
Re: Master returns
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 03:15 am (UTC)(link)Gods above someone PLEASE!!!! do this
I burn for this
Rather unexpected 1/??? -by a newb!anon. Sorry
(Anonymous) 2011-03-14 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)If someone were to tell the man that later that evening he'd be tied to a bed, vibrators torturing his prostrate, a cold cock-ring cutting off his orgasm, and a gorgeous Brit whispering delicious obscenities in his ear, Desmond would have knocked them out.
Yet here he was.
It all started when Desmond went in for work. The bar was relatively empty for a Saturday night and Desmond was slightly relieved.
"Maybe tonight will be easy," he thought optimistically. Poor fool.
The man stood behind the counter, idly wiping an already pristine glass with a rag.
Desmond looked up when he heard the bar's door open and several voices invading his quite workplace.
A small group walked in and made its way to the bar.
Pulling out his notepad, Desmond forced a smile.
"What can I get ya?"
The group ordered a round of beers; at least, Desmond thought that's what the customers asked for. It was hard to tell as they were all already quite drunk and their speech was slurred.
Desmond brought out their drinks, not denying the tip when one of the women forced a small wad of cash into his pocket.
one of the men raised his bottle and shouted, "We're lukin fer the bess bar round, ya know!"
Desmond merely nodded, scrutinizing the group.
There were only four of them so, he assessed, they shouldn't be too much of a problem should they get too rowdy.
Two women and three men.
The women were both laughing so hard that they were reduced to tears, two of the men were trying to get Desmond's attention, and the last man was quiet. He looked bored out of his mind, not even touching the beer in font of him.
"Hey, what's up?"
Better talking to this guy than the the drunks.
The man looked up to the bartender and sighed.
"I'm stuck babysitting these idiots." the bespectacled man groaned, sending an icy glare to the "idiots". Desmond frowned and sympathized, "That sucks, dude."
"Shaun."
"I'm sorry?"
The man, Shaun, glared up at Desmond. "My name is Shaun, not DUDE."
Desmond mumbled an apology, then offered his hand. "I'm Desmond."
"DESTMUND!!! Yaaa I have a sistah named Destmund!!" Shaun's friend called out, leaning over the bar to grab onto Desmond's shirt.
"No you don't, William!" Shaun growled angrily.
Laughing nervously, Desmond pried William's fingers off his clothes.
At this, and the fact that he didn't have a sister named Detmund, William began to sob uncontrollably.
Walking around the bar, taking a seat in one of the old metal stool. Putting an arm awkwardly around the weeping man's shoulders.
"H-Hey, it's alright. I don't have a sister named Destmund either."
William looked up at the bartender, fat tears still rolling down his face.
"You know what would make me happy?" William asked, hope filling his watery eyes.
Crap, Desmond didn't like where this was going. Shaking his head no, Desmond retracted his arm.
William smirked and grabbed Shaun's untouched bottle.
"Drink." he ordered.
Desmond shook his head once more and pushed the bottle away. "I'm still working my shift. Maybe later, okay?"
Uh oh, William was not happy with this answer. He threw his head down on the counter and once more began to wail.
Panicked, and pissed at Shaun who was laughing at the poor bartender's expense, Desmond picked up the beer bottle.
"William, look. I'm taking a drink."
Both Shaun and William looked up excitedly.
"It's only one sip. My shift ends in 15 minutes anyway! It should be fine," Desmond thought.
William gave a cheer, Shaun shook his head, and that was the last thing Desmond could remember.
When he next awoke, he was lying face down on unfamiliar mattress and his limbs hurt BAD.
Desmond tried moving around to relieve the ache in his arms and legs, but found that he couldn't.
Looking up, he found ties binding his wrists to the bed posts and his arms bare. What happened to the gray turtle neck he was wearing earlier?
Desmond tired pulling on the ties, but they were knotted tight. Freaking out, he tried moving his legs but they were also secured to the bed posts.
The realization settled in and Desmond audibly cursed.
He was alone, confused, naked, and spread open for everyone to see.
"Ah so you're finally awake?"
Shit.
Rather unexpected 1/??? -by a newb!anon. Sorry
(Anonymous) 2011-03-14 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)If someone were to tell the man that later that evening he'd be tied to a bed, vibrators torturing his prostrate, a cold cock-ring cutting off his orgasm, and a gorgeous Brit whispering delicious obscenities in his ear, Desmond would have knocked them out.
Yet here he was.
It all started when Desmond went in for work. The bar was relatively empty for a Saturday night and Desmond was slightly relieved.
"Maybe tonight will be easy," he thought optimistically. Poor fool.
The man stood behind the counter, idly wiping an already pristine glass with a rag.
Desmond looked up when he heard the bar's door open and several voices invading his quite workplace.
A small group walked in and made its way to the bar.
Pulling out his notepad, Desmond forced a smile.
"What can I get ya?"
The group ordered a round of beers; at least, Desmond thought that's what the customers asked for. It was hard to tell as they were all already quite drunk and their speech was slurred.
Desmond brought out their drinks, not denying the tip when one of the women forced a small wad of cash into his pocket.
one of the men raised his bottle and shouted, "We're lukin fer the bess bar round, ya know!"
Desmond merely nodded, scrutinizing the group.
There were only four of them so, he assessed, they shouldn't be too much of a problem should they get too rowdy.
Two women and three men.
The women were both laughing so hard that they were reduced to tears, two of the men were trying to get Desmond's attention, and the last man was quiet. He looked bored out of his mind, not even touching the beer in font of him.
"Hey, what's up?"
Better talking to this guy than the the drunks.
The man looked up to the bartender and sighed.
"I'm stuck babysitting these idiots." the bespectacled man groaned, sending an icy glare to the "idiots". Desmond frowned and sympathized, "That sucks, dude."
"Shaun."
"I'm sorry?"
The man, Shaun, glared up at Desmond. "My name is Shaun, not DUDE."
Desmond mumbled an apology, then offered his hand. "I'm Desmond."
"DESTMUND!!! Yaaa I have a sistah named Destmund!!" Shaun's friend called out, leaning over the bar to grab onto Desmond's shirt.
"No you don't, William!" Shaun growled angrily.
Laughing nervously, Desmond pried William's fingers off his clothes.
At this, and the fact that he didn't have a sister named Detmund, William began to sob uncontrollably.
Desmond walked around the bar, and took a seat in one of the old metal stool; putting an arm around the weeping man's shoulders.
"H-Hey, it's alright. I don't have a sister named Destmund either."
William looked up at the bartender, fat tears still rolling down his face.
"You know what would make me happy?" William asked, hope filling his watery eyes.
Crap, Desmond didn't like where this was going. Shaking his head no, Desmond retracted his arm.
William smirked and grabbed Shaun's untouched bottle.
"Drink." he ordered.
Desmond shook his head once more and pushed the bottle away. "I'm still working my shift. Maybe later, okay?"
Uh oh, William was not happy with this answer. He threw his head down on the counter and once more began to wail.
Panicked, and pissed at Shaun who was laughing at the poor bartender's expense, Desmond picked up the beer bottle.
"William, look. I'm taking a drink."
Both Shaun and William looked up excitedly.
"It's only one sip. My shift ends in 15 minutes anyway! It should be fine," Desmond thought.
William gave a cheer, Shaun shook his head, and that was the last thing Desmond could remember.
When he next awoke, he was lying face down on unfamiliar mattress and his limbs hurt BAD.
Desmond tried moving around to relieve the ache in his arms and legs, but found that he couldn't.
Looking up, he found ties binding his wrists to the bed posts and his arms bare. What happened to the gray turtle neck he was wearing earlier?
Desmond tired pulling on the ties, but they were knotted tight. Freaking out, he tried moving his legs but they were also secured to the bed posts.
The realization settled in and Desmond audibly cursed.
He was alone, confused, naked, and spread open for everyone to see.
"Ah so you're finally awake?"
Shit.
Re: Rather unexpected 1/??? -by a newb!anon. Sorry
(Anonymous) 2011-03-14 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)Newbie, pft, whatever
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 01:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: Rather unexpected 1/??? -by a newb!anon. Sorry
(Anonymous) 2011-04-02 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)