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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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FILLED: Noodlefucker (1/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-17 08:01 am (UTC)(link)--------------------
Ezio could not remember when his urges began. No, it seemed as if his unnatural carnal desires had always been with him---lurking just beyond his consciousness. Every time he saw a curvaceous shape, warm and pliant and so easy to take... he shuddered even now as the shiver raced up his spine in anticipation.
He tried to behave, honestly. He made every effort to restrain his sick lust. There was no way he could ever tell anyone how he felt; it was just so bizarre. Instead he wanted from a distance, pining in secret.
He watched so many times as Leonardo had teased him mercilessly, closing his lips around a fork full of aromatic spaghetti. His painter friend had never even known, and Ezio fervently hoped had never really noticed, the uncomfortable hardness the normally composed and calm assassin would furtively shift to hide during dinner. Place the napkin over your lap, ask to be excused, whatever it took, just get out before you're noticed.
But tonight, Ezio was faced with a new kind of beast.
He was alone, staring down the single purest expression of everything he ever desired. All of those late nights under the cloak of sleepy darkness, fisting himself to an unsatisfactory completion just to take the edge off, all of those covert glances, watching and hoping to consummate his needs and knowing that it must never be; they hit him at full force, suddenly, leaving him nearly panting with want.
This plate of spaghetti made his dick throb so hard with want that he swore his head was spinning.
Ezio had sat in Leonardo's workshop amidst canvases and half-finished sketches, listening to the artist putter around and prepare a quick dinner for the two of them. Leonardo had hastily cleared out a space for Ezio to sit at the rough hewn, paint-splattered table, then another spot for himself. The painter ate quickly and efficiently, clearly eager to get back to the inevitable masterpiece he was creating in the back room. Leonard had excused himself absentmindedly, clearly elsewhere in his own head, sifting through too many ideas and thankfully remaining blissfully oblivious to Ezio's current state.
Fah. His current state. Sitting in front of a bowl full of spaghetti noddles that were coated in bright red tomato sauce, interspersed with tiny flecks of green oregano. His pants were uncomfortable, and now that Leonardo was securely in his back room, Ezio indulged a bit and pushed his white robes aside, then loosened the pant ties at his waist a little.
He swallowed thickly and continued eating his dinner---determined to do only that. EAT dinner, and not act on his irrational dark yearnings.
Forkful after forkful he contemplatively munched, reaching down every now and again to adjust himself---yeah, just adjusting, certainly NOT touching, caressing or fondling.
Oh, dio, caressing... fondling...
His eyes clouded with lust, his skin tingled. He inhaled the rich aroma of this fine Italian sauce deeply, letting it wash over him.
Ezio imagined his will breaking. He imagined finally giving into his desires; vivid images of his cock thrusting through a warm plate of noodles, sliding through the thick sauce and racing toward a glorious fulfillment.
He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles ached, remembering where he was and that he was a rational man, not some twisted noodle fucker. He let out a shuddering breath, hoping it would clear his head and reaffirm his resolve to most certainly NOT take that plate of alluring pasta for everything it was worth.
Ezio sat quietly for a few moments, reveling in his renewed willpower.
Ugh.
It was no use.
He darted glances around cautiously, reassuring himself over and over that yes, Leonardo was in the back room, yes, he his busy, and no, he's not going to be wrenched away from that painting for hours yet.
FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-17 08:05 am (UTC)(link)Ezio, unsure of just how to go about properly fucking a bowl of spaghetti, chose first to bring the dish down to his ridiculously turgid dick. He glanced up nervously once more, checking that Leonardo was still busy. He was.
Ezio tentatively slid his member into the pile of noodles. He stifled a groan that welled up in his chest suddenly, biting on his unused fist.
He thrust experimentally, once, twice, trying to set up a good rhythm. It felt spectacular, but Ezio had to admit that the angle was awkward and the bowl wasn't nearly deep enough to accommodate his entire length.
He shifted around, removing his hardness from the bowl and setting the dish back on the table. Ezio considered his options---get out now, you fool! After he took the next step, he new there would be no going back. He had finally sunk to the lowest levels of his own depravity. It was truly no use to resist, however.
With a slightly shaking hand, he reached out and dipped his fingers into the bowl, fisting a lump of noodles and sauce, savouring the satisfying squish and the warmth against his feverish skin.
He bit off another groan of anticipation.
Eying his readied hand warily, he made up his mind. He broke. He gave in. It was sick and wrong, and he needed it so badly that he couldn't think straight.
He wrapped his handful of noodles around his cock, thoroughly coating himself in red sauce. Moaning a low string of expletives as he began to gently hump his hand.
It was just like he had dreamed. The long, stringy noodles slid across his dick, caressing the sensitive head in a hundred different ways at once, each noodle producing a new sensation has it moved. The moist, gooey sauce helped the noodles wrap around his cock and created a delightfully shudder-worthy vacuum suction in his clenched hand.
Knowing he wouldn't last long if he completely abandoned himself, Ezio instead chose to have a little resolve and use slow, languid thrusts. He fantasized about so many more dishes. Fettucine, penne, bowties, macaroni---all of it. He needed to try them all.
He grunted and picked up the pace, only distantly in recognition of the fact that the red sauce had now been smeared and ground into the front of his pristine white assassin's robes. He arched his hips up off the chair, meeting his handful of noodles again and again, knowing that the coiling tightness in his muscles and his belly signaled delicious release was near.
He soon fucked his hand feverishly, losing the final threads of his self control, chanting to himself---yes, yes, there, once more, more, more, more, please! Merda! Yes! And he crested and came hard and fast into his hand. The sensations wrapped around his dick were overwhelming, and he felt suddenly too sensitive. His whole body wracked with shudders after release, he eased his hips back down the chair's seat and sat there in post-coital bliss, eyes heavy-lidded and brain swimming with pleasure.
"Ezio?"
Oh, fuck.
Ezio's gaze shot toward the doorway to the back of the workshop and he nearly leapt out of his own skin.
Leonardo stood at the edge of the small kitchen, eyes comically wide and expression aghast.
"Ezio, what are you doing?"
How would he explain this?
Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-17 08:22 am (UTC)(link)The food porn was awesome. Ezio's desire was awesome. If you're reexamining your life, more of this would be awesome. XD
Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 08:04 am (UTC)(link)I may be entertaining the idea of Desmond/Cake, just for the record. Because it's so dirty.
Thank you for your kindness, anon. I'm glad you enjoyed.
OP SAYS...
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 01:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP SAYS...
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 08:20 am (UTC)(link)I love it when you beg, OP.
;)
Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 06:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 08:03 am (UTC)(link)I'm so pleased that I've driven you to near incontinence! :D Or, you know, whatever. Lol.
Thank you for your kind words and your laughter.
Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 08:20 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 08:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you for this. And Desmond/Cake would also be welcomed. :D
Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 08:18 am (UTC)(link)Write!fag here. Desmond/Cake is almost done. Give me another day or so, and I'll have it up.
Thank you for your kind words and I'm truly glad you enjoyed it. (I was strangely turned on when beta'ing it, myself, even though I'm not usually into food. Lol. Kinks work in mysteeeeeeeeeerious ways.)
Re: FILLED: Noodlefucker (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)ECSTATIC OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 01:33 am (UTC)(link)Tears. There are tears of laughter and I think if I read this every day for a month, I'd have a legitimate six-pack.
And, miraculously, you've made it SEXY. Food fucking isn't a personal kink of mine but I love it when people give in to their weirder fetishes. I think it has something to do with the inner conflict, self denial, and eventual indulgence, which you captured perfectly here.
Just... amazing. Thank you so much!
Re: ECSTATIC OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 08:14 am (UTC)(link)Thanks so much for the wonderful prompt.
Love,
Write!Fag.