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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Fuck. Yes. I've always imagined Shaun as a spy.

Altair and Ezio get trapped in a wine celler... (smut = bottom!Altair. Because there isn't enough)

That's right. I want a fic set in the 20's. Gangsters, prohibition, all that.

Don't care if you use modern Assassins in an AU or make up new assassins and have something historically accurate.

Jut gimme gangsters, fedoras, and Tommy Guns, please?

Altair likes to take in stray animals.

Malik finds this both adorable and irritating.

Well damn! I thought this prompt could only inspire one-shots but if you have an entire story then GO FOR IT!!
LongstorylongstorylongstoryFTW!!!

Dude, yes. I cannot write smut, but someone must do this.

I'm so sorry but I couldn't get this out of my head.

http://dagobah.net/flash/turtle_soad.swf

I'm so sorry about this I just couldn't get it out of my head.

http : //dagobah.net/flash/turtle_soad.swf

Ooo, I like this! I third!

So... If I listened to this song right, It's a guy masturbating to thoughts of a past experience?

I WANT.

Drive-by anon saw this immediately after it was posted and just had to answer.

Maynard (the singer) once said in an interview that it's about masturbating while thinking of anal sex.

So, this would fit our assassin boys quite nicely! ;-D

Seriously?!

I WANT EVEN MORE NOW.

oooo.... This is nice I'm all for this!

DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I love~ I second!

This would be a sort of "post smexy time" prompt. Basically I want someone wearing someone else's clothes after sex (like around the house or shit) and it's bigger than they are so it's all loose and comfy/frumpy etc.

Preferred pairings are Alt/Mal (doesn't matter who's doing the wearing) or Vieri/Feddy (Vie must be the one wearing Feddy's clothes)

*snerk* This is really cuter than it has any right to be, anon.

Post sex clothes theft is my fetish, and I would love me some Fed/Vie! In other words, SECONDED!

Passerby-anon loved this fill!

Interesting... What would Becca think, having the twin of her ancestor's lover/husband walk into the hideout?

I would treasure just this part as a stand-alone, it's terribly amusing, but I'm glad you're continuing it. Your Shaun/Rebecca dialogue is wonderful! Also, there are NEVER enough toys on the meme, for reals. I'm cracking up here about Rebbecca modding the vibrator, that's pretty hardcore!

The sun was high and Antonio cursed at it-the heat he could handle but the sun, the mutinous sun made him growl at it with irritation. And it smelled. He could say with confidence that he had never smelled something as awful as Venice's canals, wealthy and peaceful as the city was. It made him gag whenever he had to pass over a bridge but at the very least he could hide his reaction from his teammates for the most part when they weren't complaining themselves about the stench.

“If people would stop dumping their shit into the canals it would stink less,” another militia muttered to himself.

“If you would all shut up it would feel less shitty to be here,” yet another said over his shoulder.

“Engage in your games all you like, bastardo, but it will not help anyone,” the first shoved the man in front of him and Antonio wondered who had thought that it would be a good idea to travel in such a tight pack in a hot and smelly place as Venice.

Before a fight had a chance to break out their leader grabbed them both and smacked their heads together, “stai zitto, stronzi. May that knock some sense into your senseless heads.”

The two stumbled back, clutching their foreheads and yelling swears at their leader. Antonio wondered where they had gotten the coglione to take a tone with a higher ranking man but he said nothing, resisting the urge to wring his hands. He had heard the stories of what they did to men who spoke out of turn and he had no interest in being killed. Especially not by some sort of lottery system. We are more likely to kill each other than to be murdered by any assassin. That has to be a tale someone has made up and even if it were not he is not here anyway. Regardless, he did not expect to be spending much time alone-it is better to be safe rather than sorry even if these idiots are more liability than ally.

They followed a patrol route outlined by the head of the militia that took them through the Castello district and to the outskirts of San Marco then back again as if any of the men in the group would be completing the entire trip every day. Within twenty minutes I saw two guards lounging on benches and talking to the courtesans. To say Venice was not what he had been expecting would be an understatement. But he would be paid and provided with a place to sleep so he could find no true faults with working in the city; peaceful or not.

~~**~~

Eating should have been a peaceful experience. Should have been. Is not. The other men had taken to throwing scraps of food at each other like children to stealing each others' toys. He thought it had ended when an olive pit smacked him in the side of the face. It had spit on it and clung wetly to his face for a moment before falling to the table. He opened his mouth to yell for the culprit to show himself but the man in question removed the need for such things after proudly crowing that the hit had counted as 100 points.

Then he nodded at Antonio with a stupid smirk, “you are from Florence?”

“And what if I am, stronzo?”

The man popped another olive into his mouth and elbowed the man in the seat next to him, “told you.”

If he hadn't made a promise to himself that he wouldn't get himself killed he would have fought him in an instant but as it stood he had made that promise and so stayed firmly rooted to his chair. His mouth on the other hand remained willing to argue even if he couldn't physically fight. “What do you have against Florence?”

“Nothing,” a light shrug, “you just seem Florentine.”

I can see my thoughts are wasted on him. I doubt he has any of his own to begin with. With that he went back to eating even despite the bastard continuing to spit his pits at him. If one of us has to be killed as an example, God, make it him.

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In case you didn't catch it olive spitting man was making a gay joke because Florence is super gay. Antonio actually DOES come from Florence though. XDD I'll try to update this twice a day when I can because as it stands now nobody will be making out in alleys for awhile and I don't want you to have to wait too long for the gay, OP! ; D ()

Desmond, looking for some extra cash, takes a job as a sex tester (trying out new sex toys/machines). I want the toys to be named after the assassins of the past (Altair, Malik, Ezio, La Volpe, ect.) and reflect their personalities.

Plus Points if Shaun, Rebecca, and Lucy are studing Desmond's reactions.

~~if anyone has seen the animu Baccano! then all I can say that Vino is apart of the Brotherhood amirite~~

Oh gosh, Assassin's Creed and the 1920s. Mmm. Two of my favourite things combined. Seconded.

All together now... 1 2 3... D'AWWW!

Cute. Just mind numbingly cute.

Haha, hell to the yes! Thanks for commenting, I'll post some right now!

Fabiola scolded him, protesting that he would hurt himself in the action and spurred a verbal spat. The other novices watched as the two traded barbs, unaware when Ezio himself came in through the door, a man in his arms. "What are you all doing here? Did I not assign you all to take your missions from Machiavelli?" He growled, annoyance laced in his tone.

The novices stared in horror at the newly returned maestro, scattering in all directions when noticing his glare. Ezio sighed, refraining from rolling his eyes at their childish behavior and proceeding to walk through the hideout and approach an empty room: the unknown man's for now. Pushing the door open with an elbow, he approached the bed and carefully laid the male down. A whine sounded in the room with the man's face contorting in pain, and the assassin raised an eyebrow.

He gingerly placed a hand on the male's forehead, feeling the fever burn through the flesh and into his palm. This was bad. The assassin reached for the burlap sack that held the vials of medicine and rolls upon rolls of bandage and an assortment of jars of antibiotics to place in the wounds. His fingers felt the cool slim surface of a vial, and pulled it out of the bag.

There, labelled neatly in ink on a paper note attached to the cork, it read in bold letters: Medicine for patient: One dose. Ezio casually popped off the lid with his thumb, and held the vial to the the man's lips. Squeezing both sides of his mouth to part the flesh, the assassin drained the vial's liquid into his mouth.

The unconscious male twitched in his sleep while Ezio held his head up, coaxing him to swallow the foul-smelling liquid. The man coughed and gagged, swallowing the liquid with difficulty and shuddering in recoil. Ezio held his right hand above the other male's forehead, once again touching the blazing skin with the pads of his fingers. His fingers lingered for several seconds, his mind forcing itself blank.

It had only been several a day since he met the unknown male, and he could foreshadow a troubling future. Ezio withdrew his fingers from the person. A low growl vibrated in the air as eyes snapped open, bloodshot and glazed with a fever. Even though they hidden under a hood and shaggy brown locks, the Grand Master could see that this man's eyes were steely blue.

The man blinked several times as Ezio attempted to speak to him. Upon noticing the assassin, his growl changed and his lips curled into a snarl. He snapped at his savior, gnashing his sharpened teeth to intentionally miss the hand, purposely forcing the threat to flinch backwards. Backing up into the headboard, he attempted to make himself larger than the man near him and used his sluggish eyes to dart around the room for an escape.

"Signore, calm yourself or I will be forced to. You are in a serious medical condition, and I-" Ezio tried reasoning, Il Lupo could sense his pitiful emotions, regarded as weakness in his eyes. There is no place for weakness. He interrupted the assassin with another snarl ripping from his raw throat, glaring ferociously to assert his dominance and control.

"Signore," Ezio challenged with a stern voice while narrowing his eyes. "I am not your-" He began once again, too late to notice Lupo lunging for his throat with his teeth until he managed to catch the attacker's wrists and fall to the floor, flipping himself on top of the writhing animal. The male's eyes were wild, the amount of energy he possessed was far more than a normal healthy man to own.

The squirming man's fingers tensed and released repeatedly under Ezio's palms before he raised his head and slammed it into the opponent's, hard. With the sudden falter of the grip on his wrists, Il Lupo lunged at Ezio rabidly as a whirlwind of teeth and thrifty hands. He continued to attack Ezio, sitting on his haunches and throwing himself at the man to attach himself to his throat and keep him in a death grip.

The master assassin had fended the man off up until now, for it was a matter of one or both of them becoming injured along with the potential threat posed to his other assassins. Whether or not he was injured or ill, the threat must be contained and eliminated.

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Re: Business AND pleasure

In The Celler

The roaring 20's

Dude, it's my bureau.

OP

Re: Lorenzo/young Ezio. Gentle, consensual bondage and domination.

no subject

no subject

Re: Vacation

Re: Thinking of you!

Re: Thinking of you!

Re: Thinking of you!

Re: Stares

Re: Dude, it's my bureau.

In your clothes

Re: A Ridiculous Disney Crack Fill. Mi displace.

Re: In your clothes

Re: Embers to Ashes, Ashes to Flames 3/3

Re: What a twist!

Re: Like Christmas Came Early (As Shaun Nearly Did) [2/??]

It's guard love 1/??

Some assembely required

Re: The roaring 20's

Re: To The Air

As A Dog Should 1.5/?